#I've waited to see this eheheheheh

[kinships]

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SORRY DDOING HSR STORY

[giggly-squiggily]

YEEEEE CANDY HEARTS ARE HERE LET'S GO!!

I must kick off my humble requests with a 💛 True Love: “I could do this all day.” for platonic!kagehina, lee kags if you don't mind, I love him so much 💖

I am so excited girl! Can't wait to see what fun requests you get this year!

NYM :D AHHH MY HEART! MY SOUL THIS IS EVERYTHING!!! Girl, I've gotcha covered <3 One happy dose of Lee!Kageyama coming right up!

True Love- "I could do this all day."

“You’re so ticklish, you couldn’t last five seconds!” Fighting words were dished. The challenge was presented. Kageyama’s ear seemed to twitch- one, twice. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, the way his declaration seemed to get under the setter’s skin.

“The hell I couldn’t!” He twisted to glare, and Hinata had him right where he wanted him. “I’d last way longer than that!”

“Prove it!” Hinata declared, quickly darting forward before shoving his friend down, immediately going for the ribs. “Clock’s ticking!”

“Sh-Shihihihiht!” There was no time to prepare. Almost immediately Kageyama jerked beneath him, full body twitching as he half-curled up. His lips pulled into a reluctant smile, cheeks pinkening slowly. “Bohohohoke, yohoohu sohohon of a- ehehehhaha!”

“Oo, look at that! Wanna give up, Kags? You know you won’t last long.” Hinata moved up to his mid-set of ribs, vibrating his hands rapidly. “I know all your tickle spots.”

“Geh-ehehehehehe! P-PLehehahahhase! I coohohuld do thihihis all day!” Stubborn as ever. Hinata didn’t mind. It made his own task more challenging. “Yohohou’re the ohoohne who’d brhehahak in a sehehehcond!”

“Hey, this is about YOU.” Switching tactics, he slowly walked his fingers up and down his ribs, just barely tapping into his armpits before crawling all the way down to his hips. “I wanna hear you give up! Say it, Kags! Say it!”

“Nehehehver! Aheahhaa, tiiihckle meheheh all yohohohu wahhan’t! Gheahhaha, I’hihihihll nehehehever-GEHHAH!” A sweep to his lower stomach had him singing a different tune. “BOHOHOHOKE! AHEHAHHAHA, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“Oh? Is this you giving up?” Hinata teased, drilling both thumbs into the spot viciously. In a matter of moments, he got the reaction he wanted.

“GEHAHAH! OHOOHKAY OHOHOKAY STOHOHOHOHP!” Kageyama shrieked, shooting his hands down and gripping Hinata’s wrists. “Ahehehaha..heheahha..sthahahap.”

“Hehe, told you.” Hinata stuck his tongue out, ruffling Kageyama up once more.

“Told me nothing! You didn’t even set a timer!”

“I don’t need a timer! I can tell time!”

“You can’t even count to five!”

“You wanna go again?” Hinata dug into his pocket for his phone. “This time I’ll set a timer!”

“Good! Watch this, Boke- I’m gonna beat my personal best!” With that, the setter quickly switched their positions, going right for Hinata’s armpits and making him scream.

The timer was quickly forgotten as they rolled about the room, laughing all the awhile.

Send Me a Prompt and I'll Write A Dabble For It!

[blackforrestpunk]

Schedule of old Cheese 🏳️‍🌈

Hello everyone, the new chapter of “ you've got the watches we've got the time” starts tomorrow and so that you can see what to expect, here is the upload plan :-D

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and there will also be a special 💖

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i'm so excited to hear what you guys have to say about both!!!

PS: I know I'll be bragging about this a lot in the coming days, but the Not Christmas Special was written by @vladimirsangel ehehehehehe 💝 PPS: the scheduled time is 4 AM PST, so in Germany it would be 1 PM EST

✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ i've been waiting almost a year to upload this chapter.

[theboxfort]

List of details I've noticed in TPOT 1

Because I miss Pie, Liy, and Stapy. Gonna start AFTER the Cake at Stake

A lot of the focus will be put on Death PACT Again because. That's my favorite team.

Also ran out of space, so all the Exitor stuff after the credits is in the reblog!

Details in the elevator scene (seen above):

The most obvious one is where Two opens the door and it hits Puffball's face

Pie gets pushed into the elevator by the crowd (she's just sitting there)

Alternatively, she might actually be sliding backwards by herself instead of being pushed by the crowd

Coiny is most likely the first object to get into the elevator, as seen here

Fanny started out quite far away from the elevator but then scampered into the elevator. Also her legs barely moved

Pen was just out of the shot and had to haul ass into the elevator

Lightning waited for everyone (aside from Two) to get into the elevator before getting in there himself

Alternatively, an observation by @sweeswawswussy on twitter (a REALLY good one)!

lightning kinda look like hes contemplating to either float down the building with black hole or getting into the lift the face he made when he looks at black hole tho hhh looks like he felt sorry for him

BH didn't get in, because he didn't want to accidentally suck anyone up (which will 100% happen in such a small space), so he went down on his own

The rest of these are set AFTER the team picking scene (under the cut, because it's LONG)

When Two announced the challenge, everyone's standing in teams :]

The painting in the lobby, next to the elevator

During the elevator gets stuck scene with Just Not, while everybody reacted to the alarm, Pillow didn't. When the elevator falls, she's the only one smiling

Remote added a face to her drawing after she finished explaining <:]

PIE HOPPED DOWN FROM THE STAIRS LOOK AT HER GOOOOOOOOOOOO

Are You Okay's scene, yeah, let's go

This is shown in order! TB does not scream at all. GB seems excited at first, but after she got flung back, she's now. Not screaming in excitement. Eraser has the classic BFDI mouth in the first two flings.

COMPUTER ENHANCE THE PILE

80% sure that this is Cloudy's pile, I think that's a painting/drawing of Cloudy? The shape seems to fit him. There's also Balloony and Woody in the background, and maaaaybe Roboty to the bottom right, I'm not too sure.

BACK TO DEATH PACT!!!

In this scene, Fanny's the only member who doesn't seem to be tired! She's not panting, she's up straight (can't really tell if she's sitting or standing), and she's >:C

Remote gets recharged later, that's why she's also up in the second pic

When Just Not made it to the top, Book has the scrunkly old BFDI arm asset (the arm that's waving)

FANNY, SHE'S SMILING EHEHEHEHEH IT'S NOT A DETAIL, I JUST LIKE HER!!! Also Pie opens up her eyes :]

Sorry for the Death PACT Again stuff, I really like them. Here's a shot of them getting thrown by Remote

Remote grabs Trees and tells him to get Black Hole

TINY DEATH PACTERS...

Okay, so I counted all the hits Two got in this scene, and here's a list of what happened:

2 punches from Snowball

1 kick from Eggy

Another smack (1) from Snowball

1 jump/stomp from Marker

2 face slams from Robot Flower

1 slam from Bell

2 zaps from Lightning

1 BODY SLAM from Basketball

1 tray slap from Pillow

1 vomit to the face from Rocky (with Tree holding him)

1 jump kick from Foldy

1 knee strike from Basketball (GO BASKETBALL GO)

At least 10 stomps from Grassy (since we don't know if he kept stomping after the cut)

So in total, Two received 25 hits from these guys. The team that did the most damage is...

The Strongest Team on Earth with 20 hits! 10 from Grassy (the MVP), 3 from Snowball, 2 from Robot Flower, 2 from Basketball, 1 from Bell, 1 from Eggy, and 1 from Foldy!

A tangent here, from this screenshot, we can see that there's 6 floors in the hotel! Each floor is color coded too, red = lobby, orange = 2nd floor, yellow = 3rd floor, green = 4th floor, teal/cyan/blue = 5th floor, and the roof. Is a roof.

Fun fact, Basketball's lab from TPOT 2 is on the 4th floor!

Exitor stuff in the reblogs!!

[the-haunted-office]

((Doomsday like yes YES SMASH them all. CRUSH them to a bloody pulp. Absolutely SMASH. And then she gets told what it means in this context and is like what ew NO XD))

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"Ehehehehehe, oh come on, that's hardly a challenge. Smashing this guy? He's practically already smashed. He's like a package that's been shipped through UPS and got stuck in their warehouse for several days before it arrives on your doorstep all taped up and banged up, the corners dented in, and there's some mysterious stain on it that you know didn't come from inside the box because all you ordered was a bunch of books. Like, what the fuck happened to this box, man? It's been smashed all to hell and you want me to smash it?!"

".....Don't mind if I do! Ehehehehehehehe."

"....Wait. Wait, that's not what you meant, is it? You meant the other kind of smash, didn't you? Oh, shit, okay, look, Jonas, no offense man. I'm sure you're a fine upstanding gentleman and all, given the fact that we've only met like, once, and when we did I scared the ever-loving shit out of you - probably literally, but you know, I'm not gonna hold that against you, I actually love that, that's what I was aiming to do, I'd actually be rather offended if you didn't shit your pants upon first meeting me, especially since I went through all that effort specifically to make you shit your pants - but anyway, yeah, I'm sure that as we get to know each other more, you'll prove yourself to be a really cool guy and all, so it's nothing personal against you or anything like that, it's just that..."

"You're too young for me, bro. Too young. You're what, 19? 20? Something like that? You look it, anyway. Correct me if I'm wrong, and who knows, maybe there's potential some day, ehehe. But anyway, point being, I'm a 30 year old lady, man. Well, in one aspect. I'm also simultaneously like, hundreds or possibly even thousands of years old. You have to understand that I've been traveling between dimensions and timelines, lived in an Office that was literally contained within a black hole for... some unknown amount of time. I literally have no idea how old I am compared to you, so we just boil it down to my outward age, which is 30. And that... I mean, come see me in like, ten more years? Yeah?"

"Anyway! Until then! We can be buddies. I'll follow you around dark alleyways and make sure no one else tries to kill you, because that'll be my job some day. How's that? Ehehehehehehe."

[aprillikesthings]

ONE MORE TONIGHT because I remember I really like this episode :D

s2 ep5 White Out

will I hit the image limit with this one

EDIT: nope I post it early by accident, which means I have to reblog it anyway.

damn right, and I love how often Entrapta mentions this--that all experiments/research end with you learning SOMEthing even if it's not what you were hoping/looking for

Anyway they're in an icy wasteland of sorts and Entrapta is researching some First Ones' stuff under the ice and also there's some kind of big worm-like monster outside. All before the intro music.

Does She-Ra not feel the cold or what

I refuse to screenshot Scorpia's attempt at asking out Catra it's too painful

I knew it was the same thing that fucked with the robots and She-Ra in Dryl!!

I love how I can remember that this episode is the one where Adora acted SUPER violent and then really dumb and drunk but I couldn't remember WHY

but yeah telling this to Catra was A Mistake

Entrapta: "also she got very floppy"

FLOPPY?!

Side note, but it makes sense Catra hates it up there more than Scorpia or Entrapta; cats have a higher body temperature than humans. But wait, scorpions are cold-blooded? Maybe Catra's just a whiner about being cold. (So am I.)

I mean yeah Catra's being a dick here BUT THEN:

It took me WAY too many times to get that literal split-second of her reaction to Adora's voice before she gets herself back under control. Her ears even do a wiggle.

Look I know they were setting us up for these two to be endgame the whole time. But it still amazes me how much they made it so, SO OBVIOUS in all these little ways they could've skipped and didn't. The little ear wiggle and her tiny moment of shock? They didn't have to put it there, and they did. They could've just made her immediate reaction fury or frustration. But nope.

And we see her eyes narrow in a really close-in shot, like she has to take a second and remember they're on opposite sides, before Catra turns around with her usual cocky expression.

but also look at Entrapta's face lol

I love it when they make her look just a little deranged. Because she is.

I do wonder the extent to which everyone else is like "why are these two so obsessed with each other" (I think people comment on that later?)

HOW AM I JUST NOW NOTICING THESE TWO ARE NARRATIVE FOILS they are, right? right?? or am I just reading too much into both of them having unrequited crushes

Bow: "You don't understand the forces you're messing with!" Entrapta: "I know! That's the fun of it!"

augh I couldn't get the shot of Catra's surprised face

yeah I'm probably gonna go over the image limit on this one

THAT'S NOT GOOD

oh boy

Virus!She-Ra: *tries to hurt her own friends* Catra: "This is the greatest thing that's ever happened" Virus!She-Ra: *hears her, turns around, and runs towards Catra*

BIG MISTAKE

I can't screenshot it, but holy shit you really see the degree to which She-Ra normally isn't trying to actually hurt Catra any more than necessary, because of how violent she is when she's possessed by the virus. Like, this version of her would in fact just straight-up stab Catra or chop off her head or something. Normally She-Ra settles for punches or self-defense--her goal isn't hurting Catra per se but trying to stop the harm she's doing.

But this version of She-Ra? Would do a murder, no problem

that is 100% an appropriate reaction!!

Anyway Scorpia manages to separate her from her sword, and Adora goes back to normal size and not possessed. And is out cold.

okay but did you mean for that to sound so suggestive, Catra? did you?? do you even KNOW??

(...did I just get a plot bunny for the kind of fic that would get me hate mail)

(I've written stuff with a major archive warning before and I could do it again)

speaking of ships eheheheheh

Poor Scorpia is just like "do we have to have your ex around even as a weapon" and is also I think just uncomfortable with how nasty Catra is being

But also Catra's face here is too good

I just imagine Hordak being like, "oh YOU'RE obsessed with the blonde girl, too??? And I thought Shadow Weaver had a problem."

Edit: guess who accidentally hit the wrong buttons on her keyboard and posted it. Anyway continued in the reblog.

[briliantlymad]

KinnPorsche Fic Rec List Part 1/??

LETS GO IM DOING IT IM DOING IT EHEHEHEHEH

Starting off with some that i love, completed, or work in progresses or just freshly posted. some are filthy some are not. And ALL that deserve more love

Pouring Down Crimson Fire by Lilla_Torg

This is a good one guys. Rated M. Right off the bat it hit all the good spots for me when I read fics. Alternate Universe. Magic. Porsche being an absolute BAMF. And it has that distinct Dark! Kinn flavour that I really really love. Obbsessed kinn for the win. get yourself a porsche baby. “You’re mine. Say it.”  “I’m yours,”

2. mirror, mirror by @wiccawrites

Rated E. YOU KNOW I LOVE THE SEXY TIMES. This one is so well written. the scene setting, the lead up to the climax (wink wink) was awesome. It builds up well. definitely one of the best explicit fics written for Kinnporsche being kinky bastards. Mirror sex written well. Orgasm denial my love

 "what if I didn’t feel like telling you what I want?”

“Then I won't know what to do."

3. The power in the taking by @iffervescent

Ah this fic was one of the first few posted for the fandom. and if you haven't read it you've gotta go read it now. It's got the characterisations down to the T. Absolutely love Kinn Porsche who dont talk to each other. also love how shameless kinn is in this like yeah i get that. Rated E and has one of the best written sex scenes ngl

“Pliant…and obedient.” Kinn says. 

“Fuck you.”

4. Alone Together by bewarethetraclepuppies

NOW LISTEN TO ME. I usually don't deviate much from the usual Kinn x Porsche pairing. but this one. ITS SO GOOD. Its Kinn x Porsche x Big. From Big's POV, there is ANGST and there is hurt and there most definitely is | comfort | This bad boy is 20016 words and i will let you know i was hanging onto every word. It just finished updating like. yesterday. SO GO READ IT. getting together in the forest is so onbrand for them.

Porsche rolls his eyes at him and stands up. “I’d slap you upside the head but you’re already hurt. I’m gonna set this snare, okay? There’s this fucking mouse that’s been bothering you at night and I’m gonna fuck it up.”

“I can see you,” Big whispers.

Kinn smiles. “I see you, too.”

5. Silvered Perceptions by @nuwildcat

Now this one. I've been waiting for it since @nuwildcat posted a little snippet for it. AND WOW. I'm a slut for A/B/O universe but i go crazier when its for KinnPorsche. BAMF competent porsche does things to me. Rated E, 3 chapters so far and i've gone crazy over all of them. The characterisation is amazing. the whole thing is well written. and mama theerapanyakul has a lot more influence on this fic's Kinn and that's just delicious.

“Till next time, Porsche.” And with that he’s gone, leaving Porsche behind with slightly shaky knees.

6. Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night by cherry_apples22

Ok so. Alternate universes are usually tricky to read, cus sometimes they don't hit right. but this one does. Its Alternate Universe- Fantasy. Dark Kinn and Dark Porsche. with just the right deliciousness. it is also written really well and makes it so easy to just. visualise the scenes and really get into the overall tone of this oneshot. a lovely little fuck you to korn in there too.

“Don’t let that pretty little head get any delicious ideas…” “…Ideas about how many men and women would kill to have you look at them with those eyes and have that beautiful mouth all over their skin.” 

7. Squeeze a little, tease a little more by @mirrorofprinces

Jae never misses. this oneshot is absolutely delicious, brat porsche is so dear to me. Kinn and Porsche are horny bastards and jae gets it right i love that for me. Written really well, the scene is absolutely fap worthy. And that's saying smth.

"Porsche knows he’s tucked up well under the desk, theoretically completely hidden, but..."

8. darling, you ain't seen nothin' yet by Kai Fennimore

Chaotic competent Porsche lovers riseeeeee. BAMF porsche is a delight to read. Rated G. and it's got one more chapter to go. It's slightly unserious but i love it for that. Porsche collects all the nongs.

"Something feels wrong. Porsche felt it the second the meeting with the Italians ended, the sudden shift in the air, the heavy tension."

9. Ill-fitting and tattred by Vicyvn

Post-canon Mafia head Porsche and how he absolutely rocks a dress. So sexy T _ T you won't believe it but my ears went red reading this fic. Kinn Porsche and how i love that the author shares my love for breeding kink because HELL YEA. "Words on the note are written as ‘Kinn’s spouse’, but Porsche understands they’re read as 'Kinn’s whore'."

10. How do you like it, daddy by @baby-droll

This is a series. And its absolutely amazing. The whole premise is delicous and each of the four fics is amazing. KinnPorsche A/B/O verse. it's toxic and that just makes it all the more flavoursome. Dark Kinn who's out here doing the most to Porsche. Just a list of explicit tags that are my favourite. Porsche gets himself a mate.

"It's one of the better cages he's danced in"

And thats 10. I have more. a lot more. But i only re-read these today.

The rest of my free time was spent reading Orientalism by Edward Said. and studying for my IR and HR classes tomorrow. T _ T

[cognitosclowns]

hello!!! In the reddit AMA, Shion mentioned that Robotus can only taste in 2 dimensions. Do you have any headcanons about maybe Robotus maybe getting an upgrade to taste? Maybe some NSFW thoughts? Thank you!

GKRKRKGRKGK ANON THIS IS GONNA BE AN ESSAY I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS

NSFT BELOW

tw : nausea and vomiting, alcohol. Also Horrific Combinations of Food.

EHEHEHEHEHE THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE, GENERAL STUFF FIRST

ALRIGHT so <3333,, it really is a He Didn't Know What He Was Missing situation?

CAUSE,,, AB has literally zero frame of reference for taste?? The most he can make out is Corrosive and Non Corrosive... which is basically There Is Now A Hole In His Tongue Ouch VS A Slight Temperature Change, Maybe A Textural Difference.

SO HE DOESN'T REALLY GET WHY YOU MAKE SUCH A SAD FACE WHEN HE TELLS YOU HE CAN'T TASTE ANYTHING????

The only reason he decides to give himself taste buds is bc you Insist smdnsmd he probably wouldn't bother otherwise.

he DOES have a stomach... kinda - its a tank he can remove and plug into an incinerator!!

AWE BUT <333

OKAY BUT <333 he doesn't have the human flaw of what I like to call Stomach Hurty (tm). He can eat nearly anything so long as it isn't,,, corrosive. this means that this man will create the most batshit combinations of food

Every single time you've asked the question 'hey what would an orbeez taste like - oh wait no that'd kill me' WELL GUESS WHAT IT WON'T KILL HIM.

HIS BODY DOESN'T GIVE HIM THE SIGNALS OF 'oh god spit that out its gonna kill you' NOPE HES GONNA FUCKIN GO FOR IT AND LOVE EVERY SECOND.

Just,, taking a bite out of a whole lemon like it's an apple bc He Likes The Tingle. You come into the kitchen to make yourself breakfast and he's sat at the kitchen table with a Bowl Of Dried Herbs eatin it like cereal while he reads. You'll catch him spreading toothpaste on a tea biscuit like nothing is wrong. You can visibly see him debating taking a bite out of the pencil you left on the table because.

I MEAN IT'S USUALLY ALL VERY NICELY PRESENTED BUT IT'S ALSO REPULSIVE. YOU LEARN NOT TO ASK WHAT HE'S EATIN BC,, IT NEVER LOOKS AS WEIRD AS IT ACTUALLY IS????

'oh, what's that?'

'whipping cream, raw eggs and sprinkle of pinesol <3 it creates this fantastic curdling effect :)'

'that's nice dear </3'

YOU LEARN VERY QUICKLY TO NEVER STEAL ANY OF AB'S FOOD BC ITS ONLY RARE OCCASIONS THAT HE EATS FOOD THAT WOULDN'T CAUSE YOUR INSIDES TO BECOME YOUR OUTSIDES.

his first time experiencing spice sure is something <3

'oh that- ow, ow - ah!'

'y- oh it's chili <3 it's spicy! It's supposed to hurt.'

'how have humans survived this long when you actively eat things that hurt you-'

after he gets through his Usual Dramatics he,,, does end up really enjoying spice!!!

Andre and Myc give him Poprocks and he GRABS HIS CHEST IN PANIC BECAUSE OH GOD ITS MOVING. Very cute overall, even if they got Promptly Yelled At directly after.

Mint is a very interesting sensation for him? It's like,, The Flavor Of Cold, Without Being Cold??? When he drinks mint tea you can see his brain buffer bc,, its Hot And Cold What Is This??

same thing with Savory?? It's like,, Three Dimensional Taste - the depth of the meal rather than a Specific Flavor?? But like he'd notice it if it was gone???? the first time he eats a steak he spends a solid 10 minutes just,, trying to Explain Himself. Very cute <3

'No - it tastes like a different taste.'

' 'it tastes like a different taste' BOY HOWDY doesn't that just narrow it down.'

'>:('

'You should have started with that - '(y/n), this tastes different from other tastes i've tasted', I would've got it from the beginning.'

'>:(((((('

LOTSA MOMENT LIKE THAT, ACTUALLY. Esp for describing things that,, Humans Can't Eat?? <333

HIS FAVORITES???

Icecream, Gelato, Sherbet, Sorbet - any variation of Cold and Sugary and Soft. TBH,, overall he really likes sweets? He'll purposefully eat a bunch of your favorite candy so that when you kiss, he tastes like your favorite candy <3

I ALREADY MENTIONED SPICE BUT <333 YEA, he really likes vvv spicy foods. Or just straight spoonfuls of chili powder. It takes him a while to build a tolerance but He Isn't A Quitter >:( he isn't gonna be beaten by some herb who do you think he is smnsmd.

OVERALL?? Super Intense Flavors. Very Sour, Very Sweet, etc. 100% Dark Chocolate, White Vinegar,

'Darling I don't have a liver, please stop looking at me like that >:(' yea he really likes Alcohol!! It's still jarring to see him finish an entire bottle of Vodka within an hour smndsmd - he can't get drunk, it just has a very Sharp Taste that he enjoys!!

<3 Toast, burnt to ratshit. Practically cinders. you're convinced that if he held it too hard it'd turn to ash. the correct way to eat toast 1v1 me

OH HE ALSO LIKES TEA <3 he mostly drinks it bc it smells like a garden!! How delightful <3 yea he uses like 7 teabags what about it?

NO BUT THERE'S DEFINITELY A HORNY ANGLE HERE <333

You REFUSE to let him eat anything at first because!!! You want the first thing he tastes to be special!!! It can't just be a cheese toastie or smth, it should be something memora- wait when did he get on his knees-?

OH YEAH <33333

<3 you wanted it to be special, right? <3 there is literally nothing in the world that's more special to him than you. please he is not above begging right now

<3 the sound he makes when his tongue makes contact is akin to a man finding an oasis? <3

you're at least 99% sure he came instantly,,,, but you don't bring it up bc <333 you know he's gonna get flustered, and you wanna make sure he gets to enjoy himself!!!!!

Just this,, fantastically throaty groan as he yanks you closer <333 probably a muffled 'oh fuck - oh fuck' while his tongue explores!!

he <333 needs a minute to process all the feelings n new sensory input - lots of stop-starting?? Like he'll slow down and get this Massive Shiver before continuing??? <3333

OKAY HE MIGHT GET A BIT DISTRACTED FROM,,, y'know your genitals bc he'll get caught up kissing and licking your skin?? The salty-sweet taste is,, Completely New and he's enraptured <3

He doesn't even notice his moaning OR shaking?? Like his hands on your thighs are practically vibrating?? You can feel the vibrations from his mouth all the way down his tongue??? <333 yea he's kinda lost in his own world

<3 all remaining composure is gone when you cum. He's sucking n licking and positively gulping like it's the last meal he'll ever get <333 he looks positively disheveled when he pulls back to look at you.

ORAL BECOMES HIS NEW FAVORITE THING <333 listen you aren't going to work for a solid few days, maybe a week. He needs to figure out how Every Inch of you Tastes <3

EEEEEE FUCK THIS WAS SUCH AN ABSOLUTE BLAST, THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!

[torikaku]

(LXKFKDKEKSKXIWOWIISIWKWKW UPSODE DOWN KISS PMGGGG😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

(Lilia hug ask)

*stutters* w-wait you can’t.. thats cheating!!! *looks up at him blushing and pouting* you can’t just go and do that!!

ehehehehehe

It's a continuation of this.

Lilia is still floating above you. He tilts his head cutely, putting a forefinger on his cheek, flipping his eyelashes, and looks at you innocently.

"But why? You wanted to see how I would surprise you," he tilts his head on the other side. "I've done so."

Then the fairy stands before you and a mischievous grin has appeared on his face.

"All is fair, in love and war, my dear, fufu~" saying this, he ruffles your hair affectionately.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

What an amazing penultimate chapter, Brummie! I was on the edge of my seat the entire way through it!

Nooooooooooo 😭 I understand that she's having a trauma response that's causing her to shut down any future with Tommy but the idea of her breaking both their hearts makes me wanna sob.

" Y/N..." his smitten eyes beamed with adoration as he excused himself from the conversation.

His excitement over seeing her just makes it hurt even more! 🥺 I love Reader but I wanna shake her! I wish she would just tell him what happened. And not just because I wanna see Cal get decimated.

" Go on, I dare you" he teased the words from behind your taught politeness.

I adore how playful he is with her! Nothing seems to bring him more joy than riling her up. And I really liked seeing how he immediately understood that her initial attempt to push him away was in reaction to something. I've always felt that Tommy is very emotionally intelligent and this was a great depiction of that!

" I started it, Tommy. I hurt him first"

Ugh, it's so heartbreaking how she blames herself. It's not your fault, babe! I just wanna squish her! 🥺

"Yes you can. You can, darling" his voice softened as his thumb brushed over your bruised skin.

Brb wailing 😩. He loves her so much! I can appreciate her not wanting to feel like she's burdening him with her problems, but of course he'd want to help her!

Ehehehehehe 😈 seeing Tommy destroy Cal was so satisfying! I always love getting to see him and Arthur be a little scary together 🤭.

" Not very gentlemanly. Ladies always come first" Arthur straightened his back

ARTHUR 🤣. This made me cackle. Get his ass, boys! I loved how they toyed with him a little. But I worry now that Cal got away that he's gonna try to get back at them or the Reader 🫣.

adjusting his tweed crown firmly back on his head.

Ahhhhh I love how you described it as a crown! So fitting!

Johnathan I am GOING TO KILL YOU. How can he still be so selfish and stupid? I kinda wonder if he's still teamed up with Cal in an attempt to rip Reader and Tommy apart so she'll still have to marry him.

Oh, Tommy. I can understand with his continued distrust of the upper class why this would look really bad to him, but it's so heartbreaking to see him almost completely immediately shut her down.

Grannie to the rescue! I hope she's able to fix this before it's too late!

Only one final chapter after this? I'm going to miss this series so much! Can't wait to see how you end all of this. Please, please let them be happy together! 🥺

MASTERLIST PREVIOUS PART

Uptown Girl (Part Seven)

Summary: After learning about your encounter with Cal, Tommy swiftly seeks out revenge for your brutal beating on your behalf. But after the dust settles from the days' harrowing events, Johnathan interrupts your quiet evening alone with Tommy. Fracturing your growing relationship beyond repair with his own selfishness.

Warnings: Language, angst, violence.

Word Count: 4550

Authors Note: £150 and £40 in 1924 is worth £7600 and £2000 in today's value.

Having dragged yourself to the safe confines of your bedroom before anyone saw the state Cal had left you in. You sat at your vanity, eyes welling with tears at the battered reflection of the person looking back at you.

How many times had you done this? you absently thought to yourself as you blinked through your tears. Fingers weakly stretching out for the powdery palette to conceal your fiance's sins.

And how many more times would you have to endure his heavy hand? your chest swelled with sorrow, pulling sharp breaths from your lungs until the dam opened and you were left hunched over the wooden table, grieving the fleeting happiness you were cruelly allowed to enjoy through strained sobs.

Anger for the hand you had been dealt in life, for the burdens of others you had to bare. You grabbed hold of the silver-plated comb on your vanity, throwing it with force at the glass mirror in front of you. Shattering the taunting reflection of the women in it, and the dreams she held for the future.

And just like times before, you raised your head with determination, summoning the last of your perseverance to continue on as you cleared your throat of any lingering emotions that dared to make themselves known. The mask you had let slip in Tommy's presence, now firmly fixed back in place.

"Enough" you scolded yourself for letting your feelings get the better of you as you pressed the puffy sponge into it's tightly compacted case. Patting the scented powder to your bruising cheek before heading downstairs.

Born into a duty of service to others, you had come to the realisation that no matter how much you screamed, how much you kicked your feet in protest, there was no escaping your life's responsibilities and the fate they held.

Your and Tommy's promise to each other, now suddenly words of misplaced passion. Only a small inconvenience, your heart would quickly bury under the fractures of life's hardships until nothingness. He was just a quick fling, just...

"Tommy..." your mouth parted, the whisper of his name mumbling past your lips as your fingers clutched fiercely onto the book grasped in your hand as you stepped around the corner of the wooden stairs to see him stood in the foyer, talking with a member of staff.

" Y/N..." his smitten eyes beamed with adoration as he excused himself from the conversation. The sight of you never failing to grab his full and undivided attention.

"Been looking for you" he caught up with your quickened pace as you swiftly tried to slip away from him seeing the bruises of violence that bore your skin.

"Bloody hell, slow down love " He chuckled as you silently paced the hallway to the back door of the house. Intent on avoiding any small talk or show of affection that would make the task in hand more torturous than it already was.

"Hey" he frowned, confused by your sudden silent treatment as his hand grabbed hold of the brassy handle of the door, stopping you from escaping his presence.

"You not gonna tell me how it went?" his stance hardened, his grip tightening around your only means of escape as you dipped your head, letting your hair fall around your face to conceal the swelling truth of your encounter with Cal.

" Fine. It went fine" you cleared your croaky voice of the bubbling emotions caught in your throat as Tommy's hand gently came up to brush the stray locks of hair from your face.

" What's a matter with you, eh?" He shuffled from one foot to the other as he turned your chin to face him, only to abruptly pull back when you flinched away from his concerned touch.

" What happened, Y/N?" His voice suddenly lowered into a gravelly demand, determined to know what had you so skittish.

"Nothing. Everything's fine, Tommy" you huffed with frustration, wanting to be free from his questions and the heaviness sitting on your chest.

" Fine, is it?" He scoffed, shaking his head at that scarcity of your reply and the years of knowledge he had gained to know that your chosen word of response was in fact, one far from its actual meaning.

"Yes fine, Tommy" you snapped, finding yourself matching his irritation as your brain scrambled to find another way to damage your lack of communication.

"I just...I just want to finish my book" you bluntly stated, your pathetic choice of excuse not enough to put your point across to Tommy's arched brow of bewilderment, when you abruptly let your tongue slip and delivered words purposely intended to hurt him.

" We don't have to spend every waking moment of the day together, Tommy" you provoked his feelings. Your tone of voice lacking in the softness you had shown him mere hours earlier.

" Why don't you bother someone else for a change, and stop harassing me for god sake!"

Was this your grand plan? Cruelly push him away without explanation, instead of revealing the burdens of your brother Cal was now blackmailing you with, you thought to yourself as a pang of guilt pooled in your stomach, your eyes sheepishly darting up to see the hurt flash across his face from the coldness your words bitterly stung him with.

" It's that what I am to you, eh? A fucking bother?" Tommy scoffed as his hands came to sit on his waist. The visible tension of upset, straining through the bone protruding through his chiseled jaw.

" Well then. Don't let me stop you from your reading, sweetheart" he gestured to the door. His scorned feelings taking the brunt of his dismissive reply as you clutched your book to your chest, eyes cast down with the pooling tears of shame you had unfairly inflicted.

" Excuse me" you pushed past his strong frame, fleeing before your lies revealed themselves through the sadness streaming down your cheeks.

" Fuck sake" Tommy sighed, running his hand down his face until the calloused pads of his fingers settled above his bottom lip, pinching it together in frustration as he watched you walk beyond the gardens of your home.

Confusion for your sudden change in behaviour and the lasting effect it had on his own stubbornness. Tommy briskly set off for the stables, determined to get to the bottom of things. Whether you liked it or not.

With no destination in mind, you stubbornly plodded through the thick mud of the fields behind your stately home, furiously wiping the tears that had settled on your cheeks when the galloping sound of muddy hooves steadily approached you from behind.

" Come on, get up. It's gonna rain" Tommy trotted in front of you on your white mare, looking up to the greying skies as he reached down for you to take his hand.

" It is, not" you stubbornly replied, irritated by the fact he had seemingly managed to tame your usually jumpy horse as a thunderous roar released itself from the clouds above you.

" Fine, have it your way. Come on girl" he clicked his booted heals against the horses muscled body, guiding her with tethered reigns to turn as he led her into a gallop in front of you.

" You, you..." words stumped you as a splattering of mud hit your freshly laundered dress while Tommy sharply turned to see his handy work with an amused smirk.

" You..." you continued to stutter as he trotted back, shifting in his saddle as he waited with curiosity to see if your slipping lady like demeanor would take one last, triumphant fall of grace.

" Go on, I dare you" he teased the words from behind your taught politeness.

" You pigheaded insufferable bastard!" You replied with a freeing gasp, succumbing to the use of vulgar profanities Tommy had purposely coaxed from you as he snorted a laugh.

" Idiot" you mumbled, eyes darting up to the cocky smirk of satisfaction riddled across his face as you scraped the sludge of your dress with the pages of your once pristine book.

" I think I preferred it when you were giving me the cold shoulder, darling" Tommy cleared his throat as another string of insults left your lips.

" Well, your influence has clearly awoken something in me. Something dark" you stormed off with a scorned face, as a glint of playfulness shone in your lover's eyes, pleased with his accomplishment.

"Right, you've had your little tantrum. Now come on" he called after you, throwing his leg over the horse as he jumped off.

"No!" You shouted back like a stroppy child as the sound of his muddied boots squelched through the thick sludge after you.

"Enough, Y/N. Now tell me what's wrong?" he demanded as he caught up with you, spinning you around by your waist to face him.

As your chest heaved with worry for the explanation you knew he was fairly owed, a sudden peppering of small droplets hit your cheeks, momentarily distracting you as you looked up to the darkened sky.

" Wha...what's that?" Tommy's brows knitted together, his grip tightening around your hips at the pigmented liquidy stream running down your face, revealing your reddened skin beneath. " Y/N?"

"Nothing, it's nothing" your hand came up to feel the powder you had applied now a watery substance at the ends of your fingers.

" Don't move" Tommy's voice ordered with urgency as he held you in place, licking the end of his thumb to brush the rest of your carefully concealed bruise exposed by the approaching storm rolling in.

" I'll kill him...I'll fucking kill him!" Tommy's voice roared as his eyes widened at the sight of the battered skin you had kept hidden from him.

" Tommy stop, wait!" You pleaded, scrambling for him as he turned to leave.

" What happened, Y/N?" He abruptly spun back around, grabbing you by your arms as the rage within him and the severity of his punishment for the bastard responsible waited on your response.

" I started it, Tommy. I hurt him first" you sobbed as your shaky hands pawed at his chest, trying to calm the anger within him you feared would turn on you like it had done so many times before with Cal.

"Hard enough to earn you a blow that's blackened your skin, eh Y/N?" His patience with you defending the man accountable, bitterly spat from his lips as a clap of thunder startled your jittery body.

" What else aren't you telling me?" Tommy shook you back to his attention as the heavens opened, and a peltering of rain stung your skin.

"Y/N, I'm not gonna ask twice" he insisted as your darting eyes met his piercing glare through the drenched locks of hair tousled in front of his eyes.

" Johnathan..." you swallowed your mounting tears, reluctant to share your family's troubles as Tommy nodded his head, urging you to continue before he tore the city apart and found the cunt himself.

" Johnathan owes over £900 to a man in Camden. He said he'll kill him if he doesn't pay it back by the end of the week..."

" Go on" he encouraged, wanting to hear the entirety of the ordeal that had you finding yourself at the mercy of your fiance's heavy hand.

"Cal...Cal, he knows about us, Tommy" your eyes pooled with tears as his jaw tightened with anger. Anger for himself and the little he had done to conceal your affair that hand landed you with a battered cheek.

" He said he will pay his debts, and save my brother's life. In return I marry him in three days time" you let the weight of your brother's burden fall from your lips as you stifled your sobs. Unable to meet the eyes of the man that had let you forget the woes of your life you had done your upmost to keep him from.

"Why didn't you come to me?" A pool of hurt sat in his stomach, unsettled by the notion you hadn't sought out his help and took a brutal beating instead.

"Hey. Why didn't you tell me?" his fingers gently cupped your chin, turning you to face him.

"Because it's not your burden to bare. I...I can't...I don't expect anything from you Tommy" you wept as your fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket, holding onto to the comfort his strong frame gave you.

"Yes you can. You can, darling" his voice softened as his thumb brushed over your bruised skin.

"I'll deal with this. With all of it. You have my word" He reassured your worries, pulling you into his chest as he cradled your head against his thumping heart. A strained sigh of relief that he wasn't the root cause of your sudden change of emotion, releasing from his chest.

"Come on, let's go home, eh?"

Having handed the money to pay off the hefty debts of your brother later that day. Tommy had ventured out into the backstreets of his childhood home after receiving word from his men that the unlikely sight of a smartly dressed man had been seen lurking around Small Heath in search of business.

" And whose it we're looking for?" Arthur questioned, smoothing down the whispery edges of his moustache as he dodged the many potholes scattered along the grimy alleyways of Birmingham. "That posh prick?"

" Yeh, the prick..." Tommy's voice petered out, his eyes narrowing from person to person who had sought out the services the underworld of Small Heath had to offer.

" Tom, ay up" Arthur nodded to a dead end at the far side of the gully to Cal stood behind a tin dustbin, trousers bundled around his ankles, pushing the mouth of a renowned prostitute into his groin.

" Go home, the lot of you" Tommy's gravelly voice ordered, stood at the end of the alleyway with his hands sat comfortably in his trouser pockets as the evening's punters scattered from the dimly lit cobbled street around him.

" Not you" Tommy tutted to Cal pushing the woman's head off him as he scrambled to pull up his briefs.

" Go on Dottie, off with ya" Arthur gave the giggling raven-haired woman a light tap on the bum before sending her on her way with a bundle of notes.

" Well, well, well. I thought you were too good for our town, Mr Astor?" Tommy stalked towards him, watching him slick back his usually pristine cropped hair from his face.

"Thought I'd try out the local delicacies. If they're good enough for you...well, I'm sure I can make an exception for myself. Men of the same taste, hm Shelby?" Cal casually remarked as he pulled a cigar from his suit jacket, his comment that of a man trying to diffuse the precarious situation he now found himself in. An unsuitable and stupid occasion to confront him about his affair with you.

"Try all you like. Plenty to go around, ey Arthur?" Tommy's stare stayed fixed on the nervously darting pair of eyes in front him, watching them come to the satisfying realisation that the alleyway was now deserted.

"An abundance" Arthur gestured to the empty street. It's eery quietness enough to prickle the skin of any intruder unaccustomed to its foreboding darkness.

"But make no mistake, Mr Astor. We're not the same. I've never laid my hand on a woman" Tommy's voice spoke with disgust as Cal's eyes snapped to him, a breathy chuckle of nervousness for his brutal assault on you having been discovered.

" Your whore deserve..." Cal spat, only to have his vapid words of an excuse quietened with a heavy blow to the cheek when Tommy's fingers curled into a fist, knocking him to the ground in one perfectly aimed blow to his face.

Scrambling for air, Cal desperately kicked his feet against the muddy stoned path as Tommy loomed over him. Submerging his reddening face through gritted teeth, and strained veins into one of the many murky watered craters.

" Ey, wakey wakey!" Tommy pulled him up against the stoned wall, slapping his muddy cheek to bring him out of the darkness he'd slipped into.

" I'm curious, Cal" Tommy bent down, pulling his head up by the scruff of his neck as Cal's lungs desperately gasped for air.

"How does it feel knowing I was fucking your wife to be as you stood outside her door?" Tommy's smile curled into a wicked grin of enjoyment as he watched his squirming face of jealously.

"Quite the screamer, nearly got us caught" Tommy toyed with him, relishing at the sight of him learning a cutthroat gangster was the only one to have ever given you pleasure.

"Not that you would know, eh? You just take what you want, what you think you're owed. And if you don't get your way...well, you start throwing fists, don't you, Cal?" His grasp tightened around his collar, ringing the air from his lungs.

" Not very gentlemanly. Ladies always come first" Arthur straightened his back, fancying himself a man of importance more than the scum at his feet.

"Of that you're right, brother" Tommy's piercing stare honed in on at the quivering man under his mercy.

"You look concerned, Mr Astor" Tommy cocked his head to the side as Cal's lip trembled in fear at the sharp blade sewn into the peaked cap inches from his face.

" Maybe you should cut him a smile, Tom? Cheer the poor bastard up" Arthur sniggered, tauntingly kicking the end of his pristine dress shoes now covered in the land of the lower class.

" You're right, Arthur. Let's give him something to smile about" Tommy's eyes glazed over with an unstoppable duty of revenge as he pulled his cap from his head, the teasing sharpness of the blade catching the light of the glowing street lamp as it swung in front of him.

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen please, I beseech you..."

"Hear that, Arthur? We're gentlemen now" Tommy scoffed a laugh at the pathetic plea for help, his blade seconds from delivering his retribution.

" Fuck your fancy titles" Arthur found a deep-rooted hatred upon hearing his begging as he spat at the feet of the man that had undoubtedly dodged numerous battles of war his money could buy.

" Now, what do we have here?" a police officer's timely appearance appeared in the opening of the alleyway, baton in hand.

" Scrapping, are we lads?" the officer's brows raised upon seeing the two Shelby men who paid him a generous sum of money to look the other way. But not enough to deal with the headache that would come with the swarm of journalists that would descend onto Small Heath to inquire about the gruesome death of a socialite.

" Boys will be boys" Arthur playfully raised his arms in surrender, a mischievous smirk of deceit toying on the corner of his lips.

" Right, move along" the police officer ordered, taping his black rod of punishment that had seen the back of every criminal's knees in town against the red-bricked wall.

" Keep an eye out, eh Cal? While you can" Tommy's deadly threat quietly warned as he stood up, adjusting his tweed crown firmly back on his head.

" Welcome to Small Heath, Mr Astor" Tommy called out as he and Arthur slipped out of the backstreets into the night.

" Toffs" the officer looked down at the unwelcome visitor before returning to his rounds with a whistling tune.

Unprotected, left to fend for himself in the streets belonging to those that held nothing but hatred for the man that looked down on them. Cal swiftly made a dash for safety through the winding alleyways of unknown territory. Knowing that at any wrong turn, he could see a smiling blade of vengeance come down on his face.

"Whiskey?" you asked, turning to Tommy later that evening stood with his hand resting the weight of his body on the back of an armchair in your shared living room as his eyes scanned over the letter he had recieved on his return from Small Heath.

" Yeh" he absently replied, nose deep in the document and its cementing conclusion of your shared ordeal as you strolled towards him.

" Looks important" you noted, handing him the glass tumbler of liquor as he folded the typed paper into his suit pocket, a look of concern for how the news would effect your growing relationship, etched between his brows.

" Just business" he replied, snaking his arm around your waist as he pulled you in, pressing an urgent kiss to your lips, rich with notes of spice and vanilla from his favourite beverage.

" Business. Do you ever rest, Mr Shelby?" you pulled away from the lure of his intoxicating embrace as you arched a brow.

" How can I with you around, eh?" he smirked into your mouth, taking the crystal glass of whiskey from your hand as his tongue swiped against yours with wanton need.

Trailing his hands under the loose fabric of your flowing summer dress, Tommy guided you backwards until your legs hit the plush pillows of the upholstered settee, when the door flew open and a giggling Johnathan came stumbling.

Fuck sake.

" Johnathan" Tommy huffed, begrudgingly pulling himself away from you as he adjusted his growing desire to have you bent over the arm of the sofa, moaning his name. "Whiskey?"

" A double, old chap" he slurred, fumbling in his pockets for a cigar as his unsteady footing swayed from side to side, causing a bundle of notes to fall from his tailored jacket as your eyes widened with concern.

" Johnathan" you pulled him to the side in a hushed voice as he stumbled to pick up the heavy stack of notes sitting on the polished floor.

" What have you done?" you demanded to know through gritted teeth, grabbing the rolled banknotes from his hand.

" Nothing" he snapped back, as he searched for his lighter. His huffing breath, stinking of champagne and tobacco. Hammered, absolutely hammered.

"Where did you get this? Tell me?" your heart began to race as you watched his lazy fingers struggle to light the cigar between his teeth.

"It's only £150, sissy. Now stop badgering me. You're starting to sound like Grannie" he quietly brushed off your concerns as Tommy watched the hushed conversation from across the room, slowly stalking towards you.

" From the money Tommy gave you to pay your debts?" the realisation hit you as a sickly feeling rose in your chest at the thought of him double-crossing not only a man responsible for crimes beyond your imagination, but a man you fallen head over heels for.

" Johnathan, there's only £40 here" your fingers quickly flicked through the banknotes missing more than one third of it's total sum, as your brother slumped down into the chair next to you.

" My god...you gambled it away" your eyes suddenly welled with tears for the hopelessness you felt pooling in your stomach and the betrayal of trust you suddenly felt. " Tommy paid your debts, and you...you..."

" Y/N?" Tommy's gruff voice rumbled your name as he stood feet from you, the heat of his stare piercing through the back of your head.

"Tommy..." you mumbled as you turned to see the look of disgust for feeling fooled by you and your brother harden his face, having come to his own conclusion as to what your conversation and handling of money was about.

" Tommy, wait!" you raced after him as his thudding footsteps turned to leave before he let the last of his patience with your family's troubles slip into a violent outburst.

" You've been playing me, haven't you? Playing on my affections for you?!" Tommy snapped back to you with a pointing finger of misplaced accusations.

" Wha.. No. No!" Your eyes brimmed with tears as he pushed your once welcome touch forcibly away.

" Was this your plan all along, eh? Tell me your little sob story, so I'd pay your fucking brother's debts off and line your pockets?!" Tommy's voice boomed throughout the foyer as he grabbed hold of the sides of your cheeks, his blood pumping with rage for the scam he was convinced you were both mutually in on.

" You think I'd do that to you?" your lip wobbled as your shaky fingers gingerly reached out for his burning face, reddened with fury for the betrayal he felt.

" My brother's weaknesses are not shared, Tommy. They're not mine" you wept through the sobs caught in your throat.

" Just leave, Y/N. Get out of my house, both of you" he pulled your hands off him in fear he'd succumb to the blazing fire of anger you had ignited in him and tarnish the memories of the time he'd foolishly spent on you. The love he foolishly felt for you.

" This is my home too!" you sniffed back your cries as you defensively straightened your back against his demands.

" That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. Arrow House is mine" he quickly corrected you as he pulled the letter he had kept you from seeing only moments before from his pocket.

"Lawyer drafted a new copy after my meddling Aunt and your Grandmother decided it was best kept from me" he let the document fall into your hands as your eyes darted across the neatly typed words.

" I've no where to go" you tearfully looked up to see him stood watching your pleading eyes, his anger with your deception eclipsing any pity he once had for you.

"That's not my problem, is it?" Tommy's voice snapped, turning away before he let himself fall into the beckoning trap of your weeping sobs.

"Now leave, Miss Y/L/N. Leave my house" he ordered once more as he turned his back to you, his stubborn scorned heart abandoning you to a frightful destiny and your only remaining choice of survival.

" Saturday then?" Cal's bandaged hand snaked over your shoulder as you sat at the bay window of your grandmother's small cottage the next day.

" Yes" you quietly replied, as your reddened eyes blinked through the last of your tears you had cried since fleeing your childhood home.

" Good girl" he praised, pressing his lips to the crown of your head before turning to leave with the guarantee of your future now in his hands.

" Grannie" he bid your grandmother goodbye with a cunning smirk of satisfaction.

As her eyes welled with tears for the unstoppable hands of times honing in. Her aged fingers, marked with browning spots of wisdom, clutched tightly around her cane as she looked up to the framed picture of a woman dressed in a sequinned gown sitting on her mantle.

" I'll get to the bottom of this, my dear. Mark my words" Grannie quietly promised the woman in the picture that had sacrificed her last dying breaths to keep her only granddaughter from a life unworthy of living. Your mother.

NEXT PART (FINAL) coming soon!

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ELIKSIA DORM - BIRTHDAY VENUE

SCENE I

PUPPET: [Upon this blessed day, we bring to you an offering that seeks to satisfy your whims. On behalf of us, servants, we present to you the one which the fates considered worthy: THE GREAT GRIM.]

AGATHA: Great... Grim... Ehehehehehehehehehe...

GRIM: Don't laugh!! What's even so funny about it?!

AGATHA: The... dumb... cat... says... a... lot... of... stupid... things... so... it's... really... funny...

I'm... glad... that... they... sent... you... here... of... all... people... I've... been... needing... cat... hair... for... my... experiments...

GRIM: E-EXPERIMENTS?! NO WAY!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU USE ME FOR ANY SORT OF-

GYAAAAAH!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehe... you're... so... loud... even... though... I... only... took... a... little... tuff... Scaredy... cats... like... you... are... fun... to... play... with...

GRIM: GRRRRRRRR!! YOU-!!!

AGATHA: Well... then... let's... get... started...

What... did... you... bring... me... as... a... gift... huh... ?

GRIM: BOSSY!! You're just gonna ask for it outright?! Is that all that you wanted from me when you called me over?!

AGATHA: That... was... the... puppet... so... don't... put... that... on... me... If... I... could... I... would... have... spent... the... day... only... with... Big... Sis... and... Big... Bro... but... since... you're... here... you... have... to... entertain... me...

GRIM: Listen, human-

AGATHA: I'm... not... human... though...

GRIM: H-Huh?! You're not... Then, just what are you?

AGATHA: ........... Doesn't... matter... so... just... get... on... with... the... present... I'm... curious... to... see... what... a... cat... gets... people... for... their... birthdays... ehehehehehehe...

GRIM: Hmph! Well, just so ya know, I've put a lot of thought in this so you better be prepared to be amazed by my genius! Ta-Da!

AGATHA: It's... a... tuna... can...

GRIM: WHY ARE SO SOUNDING SO UNIMPRESSED?!

AGATHA: Not... to... mention... that... it's... empty... too... All... the... tuna... inside... it... is... gone... Just... some... small... morsels... are... there... It's... basically... just... trash...

GRIM: DON'T CALL IT TRASH!! AND IT'S ONLY EMPTY BECAUSE I GOT HUNGRY ON THE WAY HERE!! IT'S WAS FULL WHEN I LEFT RAMSHACKLE THIS MORNING!!

AGATHA: Geh...

GRIM: YOU THREW IT AWAY??

AGATHA: I... already... have... shiny... tuna... cans... in... my... room... so... I... don't... need... more... And... I... hate... tuna... to...

GRIM: Then why do you keep the cans?!

AGATHA: ............ I... like... human... objects... They... always... wash... up... at... bottom... of... the... ocean... which... makes... it... fun... to... collect... them... all... But... humans... always... get... angry... when... I... take... them... and... say... that... I... am... stealing... them... But... what... do... corpses... need... with... human... objects... anyway... Not... even... the... ghosts... care...

GRIM: He-Hey! Wait a second! What do you mean by corpses...

AGATHA: Shouldn't... you... worry... more... about... yourself...

GRIM: Huh?! What do you mean by that?! And why does your expression seem 40% more evil?? Sta-Stay away!! I'll burn ya if you come any closer!!

AGATHA: Coming... to... a... party... with... no... present... is... really... rude... you... know... ? It's... supposed... to... be... my... perfect... day... but... still... have... to... meet... with... people... I... don't... like... It's... really... the... worst...

GRIM: And what is coming closer to me going to accomplish?!

AGATHA: You... need... to... give... me... a... present... since... it's... my... birthday... But... since... you... brought... in... only... some... trash... I... will... settle... for... something... that... I... would... like... instead...

GRIM: Huh?! And what's that?! Don't tell me you're going to cook me?! O-Or use me as one of your experiments?!

AGATHA: EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!

GRIM: STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

SCENE II

GRIM: HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!

AGATHA: Stop... struggling... already... and... be... a... good... cat... You're... going... to... rip... my... birthday... uniform... if... you... keep... moving... around... so... much...

GRIM: THEN STOP SQUEEZING ME ALREADY AND LET GO!! This is getting uncomfortable for me too and I can't move around at all! Also!! You're very cold!!

AGATHA: The... ocean... tends... to... be... very... cold... sometimes... so... my... species... develops... thick... skin... to... deal... with... it... Just... like... you... have... cute... fluffy... fur...

GRIM: Hey!! Don't start petting me all of a sudden!!

AGATHA: Why.... not... ? The... shrimp... from... Night... Raven... always... gets... to... cuddle... you... and... pet... you... It's... not... fair... Animals... tend... to... get... scared... of... me... so... this... is... the... first... time... I... got... to... hold... a... cat... since... coming... to... land... Your... fur... is... really... nice... and... soft... and... it... helps... me... relax... to... hold... you... like... this...

It's... my... birthday... so... I... should... be... allowed... to... do... what... I... want...

GRIM: Gyah!! That is seriously not ok!! I'm not a cat!! And you're way too forceful with these squeezes and it feels like my insides are gonna be coming up!! Ugh, I can already taste the tuna...

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehehehe...

PUPPET: [Shall I proceed with the game?]

GRIM: Game?? What game?!

PUPPET: [All guests are required to play a game with the girl that is being celebrated as per instructions. You have been informed of this when you were recruited for the position.]

GRIM: Huh?! I don't remember that, yanno!!

PUPPET: [I shall now proceed to ask a question that Agatha Voisin will answer and which THE GREAT GRIM will be tasked to interpret.]

GRIM: HEY!! DON'T IGNORE ME!!

PUPPET: [A plain white coffee mug of your own design sits ready for the kiln and is staring at you in blank anticipation. You have chosen to use a blue glaze to paint it and now you must decide on the pattern. Which pattern do you paint in blue on the mug?]

GRIM: Geh! What sort of weird question is this?!

AGATHA: It... should... be... a... cute... polka... dot... pattern... of... course...

GRIM: POLKA DOT?! That's something else for a mug... And I didn't think you'd be the kind to like cute things...

AGATHA: Everybody... likes... cute... things... That's... why humans... get... so... attached... to... them... If... something... is... cute... they... won't... throw... it... away... any... time... soon... and... cute... humans... get... a... lot... of... attention... and... nobody... treats... them... badly...

GRIM: Eh?! You got all that from a polka dot pattern?!

AGATHA: ....... Ehehehehehe... I... bet... that... you... picked... something... dumb... didn't... you...

GRIM: HUH?! DUMB?!

Obviously, if you're going to paint something, it should be with the Great Grim's face on it!

AGATHA: EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Just... like... I... thought...

GRIM: HEY!! EASE UP ON THE PETTING!!

SCENE III

PUPPET: [Please proceed to the last part of the interview.]

GRIM: HUH?! There's more?!

Eh, it's a piece of paper with a question on it...

"If you could not have chosen your current dorm, which would have been your second option?"

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehe... Being... anywhere... but... in... Eliksia... I... can't... imagine... that... This... is... the... dorm... that's... most... suited... for... me... no... matter... how... you... think... about... it...

GRIM: Ugh, I can tell... There's so many strange potions and elixirs all around that it's making me nervous... I can't feel comfortable in this sort of place at all...

AGATHA: Is... that... so... but... when... the... cauldrons... are... lit... up... it's... really... pretty... you... know... ? Of... course... some... might... explode... but... that's... nice... too...

GRIM: He-Hearing talk about it is sending shivers down my spine!! I can't stand it!!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehhe....

But... if... I... had... to... pick... another... dorm... it... would... have... to... be... Grimmaire...

GRIM: Huh?! Seriously... Wait, which one was that again? The one with the books... right?

AGATHA: That's... right... The... library... of... Grimmaire... is... one... of... the... largest... school... libraries... in... the... world... and... they... constantly... get... rare... editions... of... books... since... they... have... an... internship... deal... with... the.. Ministry... too...

Whatever... lost... books... there... are... there... should... be... a... copy... in... Grimmaire... as... well... But... you're... not... allowed... to... consult... them... without... special... permission... from... the... Headmistress... and... the... Prefect...

GRIM: Books... ugh, that must mean a lot of reading...

AGATHA: It's... not... for... dumb... chowders... at... all... ehehehehehehe...

But... I... would... like... to... study... there... since... I... bet... I... could... learn... more... about... the... human... world... that... way... There's... a... lot... of... stuf... that... I... would... like... to... visit... but... since... my... body... is... like... this...

GRIM: ........ GYAH! DON'T JUST HUG ME LIKE THIS!!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehehe... I... hope... that... one... day... I... get... to... show... Big... Sis... and... Big... Bro... how... much... I've... learned...

Then... we... could... all.. go... on... a... trip... together... eheheheheheh...

[*]

PUPPET: [Congratulations. The interview portion has been completed. Please proceed to the last event of the celebrations. A bottle has already been prepared for you.]

GRIM: Finally!! Hm? That's a bottle of something fizzy... Just my luck!! I've been so thirsty after everything!!

AGATHA: That's... not... for... you... not... drink... just... yet... First... you... have... to... shake... it...

GRIM: Shake it? Like this... Hm...

[champagne pops]

GYA! THE TOP POPPED OFF! It's spilling all over! Let me... IT'S SO BITTER!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehe... it's... champagne... after... all... I... like... the... bitterness... myself...

GRIM: Ugh! You're just getting weirder and weirder!! Never mind! Since this is over I'm gonna take off with the cake! Gyahahahaha!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehe... He... really... is... just... a... dumb... cat...

[giggly-squiggily]

raaahhh candy hearts event!! may i pls request ler dazai and lee atsushi (platonic, i see them as brothers) with “💙: i haven’t even touched you yet”? thank youuuu!

*cartwheels over to you* MYST! :D I love this so much ajrjajreajkrjkaejr I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

Adore: "I haven't even touched you yet!"

“Atsushi.”

The younger man couldn’t respond. His back was against the wall, hands raised as he tried to sink back further into the cool material behind him. The longer Dazai stared down at him, the worst his giggle fits got.

“Atsushi.” He said again, earning a squeaky laugh from the weretiger. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“I-I knhoohohw!” The shorter man tried to catch his breath, but even the slightest glace at Dazai’s smiling face made him choke. “Lohoohohk away!”

“Nope. I don’t want to.”

Atsushi was about to retort with something snippy when Dazai attacked, latching onto his waist with ten tickly fingers. “AH! Ahehahahhhahaha, wahahhahait, whahahhahait hohoohohohld ohohoohohon! I whahahhahsn’t reahhahahhady!”

A brief pause, Dazai grinning at him. “Are you ready now?”

Atsushi gasped, breathless. Then he nodded. “Yes-AH!” Those fingers came back quickly. “Wahhahait wahhahahait!”

“Tch, can’t decide? Are you ready or are you not?” Dazai mock rolled his eyes as he paused once more, fighting down a giggle at Atsushi’s doubled over state. “Ready?”

“Hohohld on..hohohohld oohohon..” With a final breath, he nodded. “I’m re-EHEHEHEHEH!”

“Whatcha say? I couldn’t hear you.” Dazai snickered as he moved targets, one hand clawing at Atsushi’s belly while the other squeezed along the base of his ribs. “Are you ready yet? Huh? Are you?”

“Ahehahahahhahah! Dahahahhahazahahahahai!” Atsushi tried grabbing his wrists, pushed at his shoulders, kicked him- nothing could ward off the mischievous man before him!

Granted- he wasn’t trying all that hard, but still!

“Aww, Atsushi! Where you going?” Dazai cooed at him, following the red faced weretiger down as he kept up his playful assault. “You can’t run away after telling me to wait so much! Tickle tickle tickle tickle~”

“And just like that, nothing is done.” Kunikida closed his notebook when he couldn’t ignore the pair’s giggle fits any longer. “Atsushi, go for the neck. He’s-”

“AH! AHEHAHHA AHHTHUSHI!”

“Oh, good- you found it.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[cake-writes]

see the thing is... a dutiful disaster has me kinda feral these days, to the point where I've ignored all Buckys and Geralts I've been reading lmaoooo I'm just waiting for the next chapters like

(and meanwhile i eat up every other loki fic you reblog ehehehehehe)

HAHAHA YES

ONE OF US ONE OF US

I have done literally nothing but eat, sleep, and write for a week because of how obsessed I am with this story... But I mean I've also been sick so that's given me some extra free time 😂💀

A Dutiful Disaster

[1stunseeliefaelass]

Here's pic number 1 of Ale's design. With my limited MS Paint skills to edit this IMVU screenshot. Eheheheheh....

Mini Story - Windy Fields:

Ale always enjoyed walking among the fields near her village. The wind, aside from a cool or warm breeze, offered much more. From the scents of wildflowers carried along each gust, to the calming peace they would bring. They often were the best places to meditate in her opinion, as Ale found it so easy to drift off into her trances. Course today's trance was ended as she heard a familiar sound. Her tall white ears perking this way and that, while Ale remained at ease. Despite the heavy, metallic steps, the sound of steel against leather, she knew full well of their origin. Turning her head to the side slightly, her ears perking the same way, she called out,

"Hello Atan, couldn't wait at my home for me I take it?"

The vines wrapped around her arms lifted themselves up in alertness. Being the eyes Ale could no longer use. The souls of the Dryads in the forest around her home were connected to the vines, as was Ale herself to both things. The vines informed her in their own way, of how Death himself was now standing behind her. She also learned from their descriptions, that he seemed exhausted and yet was not. Death noted them simply, but nothing more. Instead he answered her question in his own greeting.

"Hello Ceise, forgive me for disturbing your meditation."

Ale gave a slight giggle, "Oh it's no trouble at all. I doubt you'd interrupt me without good reason anyway."

"Indeed. Either way I hope you'll permit me a moment. I don't intend to keep you too long." Death responded before sitting in the same position behind her.

Ale heard this of course and turned around to face him. Her ears perking towards him so that she may hear him best. With a smile she replied, "Of course my child, what's on your mind?"

A sigh, and then softly he spoke, "Too much. Far too much. I've tried meditating myself but.....I just can't get my head to stay in a neutral mind space. It's both frustrating...and overwhelming. I want to know if you can help me?"

Ale then let vines guide her hands to her son. Her left hand soon held his own, and her right hand she placed over it. Death couldn't help but feel that his Mother's hands were like feathers just then. Due to how tenderly she'd grasped his hand. The gesture was calming enough on it's own, but her words pushed that feeling all the more.

"Atan, you know as well as I do that it's not just about being in a neutral headspace. In meditation, you must balance yourself in body, mind, and soul."

"I understand Ceise, but balancing all three things within me is always difficult at best. It really is hard for me. Especially when you're also supposed to prevent your mind from distracting you." Death told her adamantly.

Ale only nodded, "That's part of it yes, but I think you may be trying too hard. It's actually simpler than you may think. Come meditate with me, I'll start you off. But from there you're on your own, alright?"

Death nodded before placing both hands on either knee, with Ale following suit. Before long he felt his Mother's peaceful influence flowing through and around him. Ale in turn felt his inner turmoil, and worked to try and give him enough peace to work with on his own. Her Motherly side wanted badly to help him through the whole thing now. But she knew too well that as an adult, he needed to do this on his own. And that he'd want to know how to do it by himself anyway, due to his stubborn nature. Overtime she lessened her grip over him bit by bit, eventually receding her influence on him so he could manage it on his own. From there she continued her own meditation and hoped for the best. Death did struggle at first without Ale's help, but decided to focus on the idea of how her peace felt. From there he let that feeling guide him to where he needed to be. Soon enough the feeling enveloped him, and he was able to truly be at the same level of peace as Ale. By the time they both came out of their respective trances, the sun had begun to set. Ale couldn't see the sun, but the slight temperature change in the air gave her the idea that it was happening. She stood up with Death who hugged her once she was up.

"Thank you, Mother."

"Of course, and well done. Be safe on your travels my son, wherever they may take you." Ale replied warmly before releasing him and being released herself.

With that Death went on his way, waving from on top of Despair after mounting him. She waved back after the vines informed her of what he did. Then Ale headed on her own way home as swiftly as possible. Using her wind magic to assist her in this. Knowing the vines wouldn't be of too much help in the dark. Luckily she made it home just as the sun had caught the horizon ablaze with a beautiful mix of amber and gold. Shutting the door she glanced upon a calendar, and the vines explained it's currently marked date.

"Ah, so his birthday isn't for another month starting today? Good to know. Better start preparing soon then.

[batstickblog]

DC Super Hero Girls meet PONY.MOV:BEE.MOV

(Darkseid is still destroying Metropolis. Then goes to Dick Grayson getting his first facial hair.)

Dick Grayson: Look Tween Titans, I finally got my facial hair

[Tween Titans are paying more attention to Discord getting closer to them.] I got my facial hairs guys!

[Rest of Tween Titans ran away.]

Dick Grayson: Titans, we're y'all going?!

[Darkseid's foot crushes Dick.]

(Garth, whose riding on Kara, whose riding on Barbara. All three of them both look and sound unintelligent.)

Garth Bernstein: Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

Kara Danvers: Shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi, shi

Barbara Gordon: Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

(All three of them walk towards Karen's shed. When they arrive, they stop acting like idiots.)

Kara Danvers: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait up, you a**holes! What are we doing here?

Garth Bernstein: Twilight said we have to find something called the [reads off his arm] "Bod Kit." We have to look in Karen's shed.

Barbara Gordon: Wait a minute! Didn't Fluttershy say something about people going in her shed?

Garth Bernstein: Hmmmm...

(Shifts into Garth's recollection of Kara Danvers, Barbara Gordon and Diana Prince playing Spin-the-bottle. Karen Beecher is shown sitting in the back)

Kara Danvers: Yo, Bee, wanna play spin-the-bottle with us?

(Karen Beecher starts blushing.)

Karen Beecher : *giggles* Come on, you guys! Don't tease me, I'm shy! *giggles* Stay out of my shed.

(Scene shifts into Kara and Barbara resting on the ground.)

Kara Danvers: Yo, I'm bored. You wanna go hang out with Karen Beecher?

Barbara Gordon: Okay.

[Kara Danvers and Barbara Gordon are now beating up Karen Beecher.]

Kara Danvers: Heh heh heh! Take that you stupid c**t! Yeah, welcome to Metropolis, faggot! Badaboom!

[kara Danvers and Barbara Gordon walk away as Karen Beecher is shown on the ground, looking badly bruised.]

Karen Beecher: [while wincing in pain] *laughs* Good one, guys! You really got me! Stay out of my shed, okay?

(Shifts to prom night with a host, who is a teacher person that both looks and sounds like Jeff Foxworthy, announcing the prom queen.)

Prom host: And this year's prom queen is... Karen Beecher!

(The crowd cheers, as Karen Beecher approaches the host.)

Karen Beecher: Oh my God! Now that I've won this, I finally like myself!

(Behind the curtain, both Kara Danvers and Barbara Gordon are shown excited.)

Kara Danvers: Yo, this is gonna be so totally f***in' rad!

(Barbara pulls a rope that causes a bucket full of blood to fall on Karen Beecher, in the style of "Carrie".)

[The crowd gasps in awe of what just transpired.]

(We see the crowd that consists of Garth, Diana, Zelinira, Jessica, Barry, and Hal Jordan.)

Garth Bernstein: Hey guys, look. Karen all wet. Eheheheheh...

[Everyone else in the crowd begins to laugh as well.]

[Cameras flash and click at the drenched Karen Beecher.]

Kara Danvers: [pokes her head from behind the curtain] Yo, that's my period, you dumb bitch! That's my period! Hahahahaha!

[Karen Beecher stares at her bloodied hooves, and then starts to go into a panic.]

Karen Beecher : No! Don't laugh at me! Stop laughing at me! Stay out of my shed! STAY OUT OF MY SHED!!!

(Scene changes back to where Garth (with his DCSHG face) recollected these events.)

Garth Bernstein: [with an idiotic face] I think she said we're always welcome in her shed.

(The trio enters the shed and turn on the light. They all look shocked at the sight of mutilated dead persons hanging from the wall, a skull floating in a bucket of blood, and a pile of brains next to a wall with writting, written in blood, saying "CRIME BRAIN CORNER.".)

Garth Bernstein: Oh my God! Look at all this porn!

(Garth opens one of the "PlayHeroes" copies that Fluttershy keeps in a box, and looks disgusted. This also catches the eyes of Kara.)

Kara Danvers: [womenboner] Swag.

(Barbara Gordon looks at the dead corpse of Livewire, hanging from the wall.)

Barbara Gordon: Man, Karen sure has a lotta weird art.

Kara Danvers: [wingboner] Swag.: Yeah, but what did you expect from some quiet bi*** who spends all her time in the alone with by herself?

Barbara Gordon: Yeah, what a freak. [laughs]

Garth Bernstein: Oh God, look at what she did to Cheetah. [Cheetahis shown on a table, as a toaster cozy.] She turned her into a... decorative, toaster cozy.

[Garth hugs the Cheetah toaster, while crying.]

Karen Beecher: Hey hey hey. [Kara looks frightened as she overhears Karen Beecher's voice. Everyone then turns around to find her standing in the doorway with an evil look on her face.] What'd I tell y'all about coming in my Shed!

Garth Bernstein: Well, we're f***ed.

[Karen snaps them.]

Karen Beecher: Take it away, fellas.

(The skeletons on the walls start using their bones as xylophones. Karen Beecher then begins to sing a song.)

[Karen Beecher]

I'm gonna sing a song for you,

(Barbara and Garth jump out the windows, deserting Kara.)

And I'm gonna show you a thing or two.

(Karen Beecher pulls a switch that locks Kara Danvers in a chair.)

So have a seat, my dear

And if it's all the same.

Just sit back, and relax

(demonic voice) While I eat your brains!

[Choir]

Na, na, na, gunna eatcha brains!

[Karen Beecher]

Brain, brain, brains!

(Karen Beecher pulls the string of the Kryptonite chainsaw, and begins to cut through Kara Danvers's head. This causes Kara to scream in both pain and horror.)

[Choir]

Na, na, na, gunna eatcha brains

Na, na, na, gunna eatcha brains

(Police cars are shown lining up from outside, and two police officer barge into the shed.)

Harvey Bullock: Alright, alright. What's going on in here?

Karen Beecher: (with her DC Super Hero Girls face) Um, this isn't what it looks like? (nervous laugh)

[One half of the supposedly-dead Kara Danvers falls over, as canned laughter and gag music plays.]

(Karen Beecher (who is locked up in both a straight jacket and muzzle) being dragged by paramedic colts in a mental hospital. The paramedic colts then throw her into a cell. It's revealed that Barbara and Garth have witnessed this through the cell window.)

Garth Bernstein: Why have things been so weird around here lately?

Barbara Gordon : My daddy makes me put glass in my vagina.

[After a brief, awkward moment of silence, Garth walks away.]

Garth Bernstein: Yeah, okay, well, good luck with that.

(Back in Metropolis, finally see Darkseid humping a building while the whole city is on fire.)

[ffriluftslivv]

hello lovelyy 💘💘

happy new year!!!✨️ How's it going? Have these first days of January been treating you good? I hope so!

I'm okay, nothing too out of the ordinary BUT I still have in mind that boy I definitely told you about (and omg it's almost been two years since I first wrote to you😭) not because I've been seeing him or something it's only because this cruel universe has been sending me these "signs", like we had a number that it was our inside joke and yk it's a number so it's normal to see around, but in these last weeks it was everywhere and I know I'm probably just being delusional but it's fun to expect something to happen like the naive hopeless romantic that I am🤡

and that's my little vent, feel absolutely free to write me a book of what's on your mind and I will read it gladly

love you so so much Lu <333

-toothless💃

hiii darling❣️❣️❣️

happy new year to you too!! i was waiting for u😽

it's going surprisingly great actually! like if we ignore some of the negative stuff that always has to be there it's all going pretty fine🥰

two years!! how time flies💓 uh oh that's interesting.. the universe is sending you some signs eheheh. don't ignore them👀

I'm starting school tomorrow and I really don't want to like at all 😭😭😭😭 but I'll try to think positive because i don't want to be already stressed since it's just January. I don't know if you saw some of my posts but I might have a boy who's reeeally interested in me and guess what... im really into him too EHEHEHEHEH. it still feels so surreal because he's literally so sweet but yeah I'm starting 2023 with something good💌

hope you're doing well my dear, love you ❣️🤲🏻