#MY GIRL’S GOT A NAME CLOAK!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!

[silverskyeline]

'joyride' 18+

✭ logan promptober day 1 - motorbike oneshot - logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words) pairing - logan howlett (x-men timeline) + afab!reader tags - established relationship, reader lives at the x-mansion, pet names + praising (princess, doll, good girl etc), he fucks you on scotts bike, lots of dirty talk, dom!logan and sub!reader, wet mentions, creampie, overstimulation, reader orgasms twice, he covers your mouth to keep you quiet, outdoor sex, a little rough, reader wears a skirt.

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it's dark, the trees and forest surrounding the road only serving to cloak the ground below even further. you can make out his silhouette above you, lit only by the moon high in the sky. he's big, broad, towering over you as his frame moves with each thrust, casting a shadow down upon your body.

he's got you laying on your back on his bike parked at the side of the road. well, scott's bike. logan would clean it before he returned it, or maybe he wouldn't. scott was well acquainted with cleaning up messes.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

you fit perfectly against the seat, your back supported against the fuel tank with your legs draped over either side of him on his thighs. his rough hands had hiked your shirt up over your chest, revealing your breasts that he'd littered with kisses just moments before plunging deep inside of you.

"wore a skirt cus' you knew i was gonna fuck you, huh?" he grins, you can just about make out a flash of white from his teeth in the darkness. you don't want to say yes, too embarrassed to, but he knows that's exactly why you dressed the way you did. "givin' me easy access? how kind of you, doll."

soft little moans are slipping from your lips from the way his cock eases past your panties he's pushed to the side and glides inside of you with little resistance. he fills you so perfectly, your walls have become accustomed to his thick length and crave the way it stretches you out just right.

he's holding you in place, gripping your waist as he picks up the pace. the bike creaks a little with the movement, protesting under the rigorous thrusting. "good girl. . ." he coos with a low grumble, "tell me how it feels, tell me how i'm makin' you feel."

"feels so good," you whimper, it's all you can manage, letting your head fall back against the metal of the handlebars, one hand gripping the side of the bike and the other gripping the front of logan's white tank to keep yourself steady.

he could listen to you all day, he's drowning in the noises you make, his heightened hearing serving him well - the quiet mewls, the wet sounds from your dripping pussy, the way your breath hitches in your throat. logan drinks it all up, his mouth watering, he can't get enough.

"bet you were gettin' wet the whole way here," he grumbles through each thrust, "bet you left a real pretty wet patch on the seat, didn't ya?" there's a clear smirk in his voice as he continues, "mmh, n' now you're takin' my cock like you were made for it. takin' it so fuckin' well, look at that. . ."

his eyes drift downwards to watch the way his length disappears inside your pretty pink pussy, he exhales shakily at the sight of you sucking him in. he pulls out, almost all the way but not quite, seeing how your slick glistens on his dick in the moonlight. his eyes flutter shut as he slams back in, biting his lip as you instinctively clench around him at the harsh movement.

you cry out and it echoes into the forest, thighs tensing as his dick curves inside of you, threatening to hit that spot that makes you go fucking crazy. the sound you make spurs him on, encourages him, a low rumbling laugh escaping him as he fucks into you with renewed vigour.

"takin' it like a good girl," he praises you, rubbing his thumbs across the exposed skin on your waist as he watches your chest bounce with every slam of his cock, "but you gotta be quiet, yeah? they'll be able to hear you back at the mansion with those moans, am i makin' you feel that good?"

you can't help but nod, whimpering softly in an effort to suppress the noises he's pulling from you. logan always knew exactly how to fuck you, how to make you sing out, how to find that perfect angle as he pounds you relentlessly.

he hadn't even needed to knock on your door to invite you out that night, you were already watching him wistfully from your bedroom window as he approached the bike. logan caught your eye and smirked as he jerked his head, signalling for you to come with. and come you did.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum!" you frantically scream, gasping suddenly as you feel the pleasure coil in your gut. it's coming in slow-rising waves, each brush of his cock against your sensitive, spongy g-spot threatening to tip you over the edge.

his hand is over your mouth, muffling your moans as he picks up the pace, his other arm wraps around your thigh, helping his angle and allowing him to push deeper. the bike is really rocking now. brows twitching, he knows he's close too. he often can't help but cum from all the beautiful sounds you make when you're close, and it doesn't help - the way your pussy so desperately clenches around him. you're practically begging him to cum deep inside of you.

"shhhh," he shakes his head, grinning down at you, "that's it. . . that's it, cum for me pretty girl. cum for me nice and quiet, right here, right now, on this bike. cum for me cus' i'm askin' you to, tellin' you to."

his words do nothing to calm the rising tide within you, they spur your orgasm on further. between his filthy, dirty laced demands and his cock plunging deep into your aching walls, you feel yourself coming apart at the seams.

you're screaming beneath his palm as you feel the edge near, and before you know it you're tumbling over it with a loud moan, eyes rolling back. "fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck me - fuck me logan!" is what he'd hear if he moved his hand from your mouth, but his calloused hand stays roughly planted over your lips as you cum. loud. hard.

"oh fuck, shit-" he curses under his breath, feeling your walls flutter around him as you arch your back off the fuel tank, "cum around my cock, that's it, atta' girl."

it's almost too much, the praise, the dirty talk, the way he's making light work of you with his throbbing length. he makes you see stars every time, your eyes rolling back to see the actual stars above you both, the woods filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he shows no signs of slowing down.

you're struggling to keep your eyes open, feeling the orgasm wash over your whole body, a warmth spreading from your groin. it feels so good, and he can tell. he can see it in your eyes as he watches them flutter.

"you're gonna make me cum," logan pants softly into the cool night air, "gonna cum inside that pussy, you want that? hm? want me to fuckin' paint your walls with my cum? gonna be spillin' out the whole ride home."

holy fuck his words. you feel a second orgasm approaching, chasing the end of the first.

he's moaning, grunting as he pumps into you. his thick veins throb against your walls as he feels himself cum, white hot ropes spilling into your begging cunt. his mouth falls open, gasping as your pussy drinks it all up through your second orgasm, taking every last drop just like he knew you would, just as you do every time he takes you out here to fuck you.

logan catches his breath, hunched over you as he sits up, moving a hand to your waist to keep you steady as his other hand runs through his hair. hand slipping from your mouth, he lets it trail down your chest, along your tummy, to rest over your mound. his thumb spreads apart your wet folds before diving in to find your clit.

you gasp, clearly overstimulated from both orgasms. your legs twitch, your whole body shaking slightly as he plays with you. he can't help but smirk at the reaction he can illicit from you just from a few little strokes.

"sensitive," he mutters, thumb dancing across your sensitive bud, "you were such a good girl for me, i gotta train you to be quieter though." logan tilts his head, watching as you squirm beneath him, "can't keep taking you out here just to fuck you, you gotta learn to behave n' keep it down so i can fuck you at the mansion too."

whining, your hand snakes down to join his over your clit, urging him to go slower, and he does.

"though," his smirk widens, "you do look too good like this, spread out for me on this bike, messy and drippin' with my cum." eyes trailing down your body, he admires each and every inch of you. "think i'll keep fuckin' you on it even after you learn to be quiet, i'd have you anywhere. . ."

he leans down, kissing along the valley of your chest, "in my bed. . ." he continues, kissing down along your tummy, "in your bed," he sits up, "in the garden. . ." his thumb on your clit speeds up, causing you to gasp, "anywhere i can have you. i will."

you whimper and he hushes you, "you like the sound of that, princess?" logan nods, "want me to take care of you everywhere? fuck you so hard in that bed of yours where you sit and think about me?"

your cheeks flush a deep red, squirming on the cool metal of the bike. the night air nips at your heated skin.

"thought so," he grins and pulls his hand away from your clit which earns a pathetic whine from you, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick your sweet, sticky wetness from it.

you watch him with an almost hypnotised look through hooded lids. but he grins, this wasn't over. he wasn't done with you yet.

"let's go home and test just how quiet you can be, hm?"

[der-schweizer]

This is a little idea about the post of @proneterror204 make sure to hit them up for the og post.

Danny was somewhere between bored, tired (which he almost always was) and generally not okay. How his parents had managed to draw the attention of Wayne Enterprise and get invited to a Gala that Bruce Wayne himself was hosting, was beyond him.

Granted he hadn't even known about it until about three days ago. Honestly he should be used to getting utterly blindsided by his parents ‘Come on, Danny. We are going to drive for the next three days. It's going to be fun’-type of surprises.

They had just left him enough time to lock down the portal, something his dad should have done, grab his suit that Vlad had gifted him. (As much as he dislikes the Froot Loop, Danny wasn’t stupid enough to throw out a multi-thousand Dollar suit.) And then they were off.

He managed to sneak in a few texts to Sam and Tucker on the ride. So now he was here, halfway bored out of his head. He had already been talked to multiple times, and each time got mistaken for one of the Wayne kids.

Danny could see it honestly. Blue eyes, Black hair, decent build body and an air of exhaustion that hung around most of them like a cloak. It was probably the reason why they kept coming to him. Thankfully he managed to shake them off rather quickly.

He had finally found a quiet corner where he could lurk and eat some of the finger food that was laid out on the buffet. Going for thirds was tempting as everything was very tasty but sadly not very filling.

“Man, I could go for a burger.”

A snort came from next to him, which nearly startled him. The girl that had been in the corner before was putting a hand over her mouth in clear embarrassment.

“Uhm. Hi?” Danny gave an awkward wave, not knowing how he should talk to her. In turn she said a quiet “Hello” whilst also signing it. Danny of course immediately picked up on it.

“Sorry to ask but are you…” he gestured towards his ears, signing himself in case she was deaf. The girl looked at him with surprise before smiling softly. “No, I don't like talking.”

“Ah, perfectly understandable. I do know ASL, one of my friends is almost deaf but she got those fancy implants that let her hear everything.”

In lieu of the answer all he got was an “Mhh.” He went quiet after, having no fucking idea what to talk about. Danny quietly wondered what the fuck he could even talk about, the weather? Either rain or fog. The city? Rockbottom in every poll except for crime. Thinking about it gave him an idea.

“Say, who is your favorite Vigilante?”

The question got her attention, making her think for a moment before quietly saying. “Like Wing. Yours?” Danny mused for a second, humming loudly.

“Hmm, I think it's Orphan. I mean, have you seen her move? Just pure grace and elegance. I bet she is an immortal Vampire that simply got bored and decided to fight crime.”

He didn’t see how she blushed, “No.”

Danny just scoffed, “Are you kidding me? She moves with far too much elegance and grace to be mortal. Credit to the other bats but they move like mortals. She dances around both rogues and vigilantes!”

She turned away for a moment, trying to hide that she was blushing but it didn't really work. “Orphan. Is. good. What about others?”

“Oh, hmm.” Danny looked up whilst tapping a finger against his chin. “Well there’s Red Hood and Stabby Robin. Both are top tier, which should be a no brainer.”

She tilted her head in thought. “Why?”

“Well. Stabby robin practices the art of the sword, a forgotten art in modern times. And Red Hood shoots pedophiles! Who doesn't like that?” Danny set his empty plate aside, looking around for a waiter with drinks.

Her answer drew his full attention back to her. “Batman.”

Danny scoffed at the name. “Yeah, of course he doesn't like that. I mean have you looked at the costume of the very first Robin? Doesn't take much imagination why he dislikes Hood offing pedos.”

A crackle in her ear drew Cass’s attention away from him. “Red Robin here, Lantern and Superman are moving in to arrest his parents. Can you keep him distracted for a while longer?”

“Mmm. You still want burger?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah? Do you know a good place?” The question itself caught him absolutely off guard.

“Yes, take me out?” She tilted her head, giving him a cute look. Danny just shrugged, “Sure, my parents are going to take hours to explain everything anyway and they keep getting sidetracked whilst doing so. I fully expect to still be here tomorrow. Might as well spend the time with a cute girl.”

She blushed visibly, then stuck out her hand. “Cass, we date now.” He grabbed her hand, flushing a bit as well. “I’m Danny.”

“No, not Danny. You boyfriend.” She hooked her arm with his and pulled him along. Danny quickly went along with it, not saying no to it.

In Cass’s ear Red Robin spoke again. “Uh Cass? That wasn't the plan. You don't have to date him. Cass? Please don't make me explain this to B.” A click was heard as another com went to the same line. Batman growled out a simple. “Follow. Them.” before it went off.

Cassandra just put a bit more pep into her step as she pulled her new boyfriend towards her personal favorite Bat burger.

Nightwing clicked his comm on, “Found them. They are in the parking lot at main and fifth street.”

He spent a moment taking a picture of them. It showed them sitting on a concert divider, with Danny pointing up with his left whilst holding a half eaten burger in his right. Cass was sitting next to him,a bunch of fries sticking out of her mouth whilst she was grabbing a bunch more. She is also starring right at the camera. Her look perfectly said ‘if you ruin this date, i will end you’.

Batman's voice echoed in his ear, “Keep your eyes on Danny. He might have the same ideology as his parents. Oa and the lanterns are already moving in on the Ghostly Investigation Ward. We might have to take him into custody if things turn bad.”

Dick was just about to answer when Cass abruptly stood up, dranging Danny up and then away.

“Hold on, they just started moving again.” Nightwing got up from his perch and followed them quickly.

Tim worked on cutting through the strange rope, “Okay. Just to make sure I got everything right. Danny and Cass went to Batburger and had some takeout, then went for a walk in the park whilst you followed them, right?”

Dick who was trying not to wiggle, nodded. "Yeah."

“Then some weird ass shadow creature jumped you, tied you up and hung you from this tree, right?”

“You are forgetting the part where I described it as a lady from the eighteen sixties, and the part where she said to leave ‘the king of kings’ in peace. Other than that you got it spot on.”

“You know, I would make fun of you for that but considering that there is no knot in this rope and its tough as hell I will believe you.”

“Great. Do we know where they went after I lost them?”

Tim looked him right in the eyes. “Steph found them, and considering how red she was when she came back, it's best to wait until morning.”

Dick opened his mouth to ask why before it clicked in his head. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Danny woke up groggy, his eyes were crusted over and his limbs felt heavy. For a moment he just laid there, then did a full body stretch, stretching from toes to fingertips.

After it he laid there for a moment listening to noises in the room. He could hear cars and their horns. Some shouting down the hall and the shower in the bathroom.

That prompted the memories of last night which caused the ‘i got laid’ grin. He let out a satisfied noise, before crossing his arms behind his head.

After a moment Danny wondered if Cass would be up to ‘share’ the shower only for him to freeze at the sight of the Batman in the room.

“Uuuhhh.”

“Daniel James Fenton.” Batman growled out. “You are hereby placed under investigation by the Justice League for potential violation of interdimensional rights. Your parents have already been arrested and are awaiting their trial. Do you have anything to say to that?”

[corkinavoid]

Hogwarts??? So you hate trans people then, if your supporting jk

First of all, it's 'you're', not 'your'. If you want to accuse someone of something, then at least do it in a grammatically correct way.

Second, that's a lot of conclusions for no apparent reason.

Third, don't like - don't look, the 'block' button exists for a reason, and I'm not here to provide a comfortable experience for you. You're the one responsible for that part.

With that out of the way, let me rant about how much I fucking despise J.K. Rowling.

Let me get this straight, though, her stance on trans rights is not the first or the main reason for my dislike. In all honesty, I don't have enough care in myself to touch internet drama with a ten foot pole, so all I know about it is that apparently Rowling hates trans people, which, yeah, fuck her.

By the way, what do you even consider 'supporting an author'? Buying their books or merch? Liking their Twitter posts? Defending them on social media? Because I've done literally none of that. I haven't even watched the movies, and I've never read the last book, because at the time it wasn't published (or written yet), and by the time it was, I was already into Eragon series and didn't care about Harry Potter.

Now, to the important part.

I fucking hate J.K. Rowling because of her absolute lack of comprehensive worldbuilding. She sucks at creating a logical system of magic, at her own world's history, economics, and politics. Nothing in her books makes sense.

Why do the wizards need wands? Why do they write with quills on parchment when there's paper and notebooks and goddamn ink pens and color pencils? Why don't they teach math in Hogwarts? Why don't the teachers have, like, some introductory lessons or at least books for muggleborn or muggle-raised students? What the fuck was that 'power of mother's love' bullshit? Where did that story about Peverell Brothers and Death come from, and why didn't anyone think to mention it when Harry first got the Invisibility Cloak? Why in the world is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in the girl's bathrooms of all places? Why is there a subject for Ancient Runes but no one fucking uses runes? Why didn't Harry sign up for Muggle Studies, it would have been an easy grade? Why was Hermione the only one to have a time-turner in the whole school, she was fucking thirteen, what was McGonagall thinking? Where are any kind of PE lessons? Why the everloving fuck was Triwizard Tournament held at a school, with teenagers participating? What's more, why couldn't they choose the champions beforehand so the visiting schools didn't have to transport their whole student bodies over for a year? Why were they fighting dragons when it's common knowledge that no sane adult person would dare to do that alone by themselves? What was that arch in the Ministry where Sirius died? What the fuck was even going on for the most part of the series?

None of it makes an ounce of sense. Every fucking event in the books is a product of poor imagination and lack of logic. Rowling is fucking dumb as a brick. I've heard five-year-olds come up with stories that had more reason than the whole Harry Potter series.

Have you seen the 'map of wizarding schools' she came up with? That thing makes me feel the rage of a thousand men. One single school for the whole damn Africa? Bitch, there are over fifty countries there, each with their own language, how do you expect them to communicate? Not to mention India and China having one school for both of them, do you have any idea of the population of both of those countries? That school must be, like, a size of a city, not to mention culture differences and language barriers again.

Also, what was that fucking thing about kids flying on whole ass trees instead of brooms in Koldovstvorets, that one offends me personally. Not to mention the actual name of that school, because it translates to 'magic palace', are you kidding me?

I can keep ranting about this for hours, and never run out, but this is getting rather long, so I'm going to wrap this part up. Just know that the whole of Rowling's worldbuilding is a ton of bullshit that has no right to be as popular as it got.

Yet, I do like the general idea that she had. The magic world that is hidden inside the real one, the whole charms and spells aesthetic, a castle full of secret passages, and all that old classic English vibe to it. It could have been good. It could have been marvelous, if Rowling had, like, a few more braincells. Alas, she didn't, and here we are.

A few years ago, I've found a fic on ao3, 'survival is a talent' by ShanaStoryteller. It's a Series Retold, and it's incomplete. If you haven't read it, I really advise you to, it's perfect in a way the original will never be. Ever since I've read it, I decided that that fic is my canon version of Harry Potter.

On a different note, I think that at this point, HP fandom and J.K. Rowling exist in two different dimensions. That woman had created a world, yes, but it doesn't belong to her anymore, it belongs to everyone who enjoys it. She clearly doesn't, she only enjoys the profit she is making from it.

If you've made it this far through my Harry Potter related rant, thank you, and have a beautiful day <3

[plague-karm]

Hadalpelagic Zone Part 11: Lena and Sebastian discuss their plans while Bentley, Valen, and Ellie exploit the fact that their friend (or in Ellie’s case “fucking abomination who really likes going near my best friend for some reason”) has become the towns urban legend.

“Did you get all that?”

Sebastian had set it up in a way she could (hopefully) understand, it was a diagram that took him a while to draw, detailing the ins and outs of Innovation Inc and how Lena could get the files into the system without drawing suspicion.

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“My old engineering class went on a field trip there”

“You went to uni too?”

“Yeah? I didn’t finish it though”

His eyes twitched.

“A minor inconvenience got in the way”

“Ohhh because you got arrested”

“Yeah. That.”

“I’ve taken all the routes in, when are we actually going to do this exactly?”

“What days do you not have work?”

“Wednesdays and weekends”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, I work on analytics here so they let me off”

“Right…”

“So I have to import this into the system and make sure it can’t be erased?”

“Exactly, make sure it can’t be missed, you’re trusted, they’ll believe anything you say”

“Well not everything, I had a hangover and said I was sober once, I threw up, I cried”

“I…how do you want me to respond to that exactly?”

“I don’t know but I don’t drink anymore so that won’t be a problem”

“Thank god”

While they continued to discuss their plans, Bentley, Valen and Ellie were having an afternoon walk through town, Ellie and Valen were walking hand in hand while Bentley whistled and walked by his lonesome.

“Hey check it out!”

Valen exclaimed as he walked over to a nearby poster, the other two joined him to see the large cloaked figure on the poster.

“Looks like Seb’s been making a name for himself”

“All that talk about keeping his existence a secret and he does this…?”

“Hey don’t look at me…!”

“No one knows what he ACTUALLY looks like so it’s not an issue”

“But what if someone finds out?”

“We snuff ‘em out”

“WHAT?!”

“Ooooo that’s a good idea actually”

“Oh come on- we’re not REALLY gonna start killing people are we?!”

“Relax boy kisser we’re not actually gonna do it, it’s just an idea”

“An idea I’m REALLY tempted to go through with”

Someone else joined them, a younger looking girl, she looked a little nervous.

“H-Have you seen it?”

Bentley took notice and immediately turned to her, his voice took on a more gentle tone.

“Seen what?”

“The monster…”

“Hm…yeah, I have”

Valen looked panicked and whispered.

“What are you doing…?!”

“He’s a tall fella, real tall”

“Is it true that he hurts people?”

“Hm…only the ones who hurt him back”

“M’kay”

She walked back over to her mother.

“You’re SUCH a liar, he would kill anyone if it meant lining his pockets!”

“Ellie, the kid looked like she had seen a ghost, couldn’t spook her more than she already was”

“What if the rumours get worse…?!”

“Nah I think it’s funny, they all think he’s this evil behemoth when he’s actually just pissy and greedy, it’s hilarious”

“Two of those things are true…”

A lot of things happened that night, while Bentley was off making bank regarding the urban legend of his remote seaside town, said creature and Lena had other plans. He was waiting for Lena to come into his room to discuss their plans one last time before going out to transfer the files…where was she? He wasn’t normally this antsy but she had been that consistent up until now, she’s normally here by now, where could she be…?

“Great, maybe she IS an idiot…”

He slithered upstairs and knocked on her door, he crossed his arms and said…

“We were supposed to meet thirty minutes ago…open up”

No response.

“Don’t make me come in there”

Again, no response.

“For the love of god-“

He opened the door only to find her in a fetal position in her bed, his eyes widened and he went over to her without a second thought, like he was pulled towards the sounds of her pain. She was wincing, badly.

“What happened…?

“My legs feel like they’re on fire…”

Why did he feel so worried? Why did he want to put her wellbeing over the plan? Why did he feel so conflicted?

“You said I had to import the files first right…?”

“Yeah?”

“You said you’ll be there so just…get me in the building and I can do that, I need my meds first though”

Her voice was beginning to sound less strained, she still couldn’t stand though.

“Where are they?”

“In there”

God why did everything she own have to be so pointy and inaccessible to him? Who even buys cabinets this shape it’s so jagged!

“You’re almost there”

“Don’t patronise me”

“Sorry”

When he finally managed to open the cabinet he saw several bottles and his eyes twitched, of course tonight was going to have pitfalls, if only he still had normal hands, maybe he could sort through this quicker…he huffed, he needed to stop thinking “what if” and “if only” regarding his old life, he wasn’t human anymore, he was tempted to pull his hair out until he remembered he wasn’t alone. She was just sitting there, looking at him with wide eyes, but there wasn’t a single hint of fear in them.

Looking back, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her show fear towards him. Valen’s always been jumpy, and even now he still gets a little apprehensive around him, Bentley looked like he was on the verge of freaking out when he told him he used to eat people to survive (something that definitely didn’t ring in his conscious in present day). But Lena had never done that, she either looked dazed or curious, he overanalysed all of them in his spare time to make sure they weren’t going to give him up if they were offered something, he could read Valen and Bentley like books, but Lena was like static, hard to make out with nothing behind her eyes.

“…Can you get them?”

He looked down at his claws.

“These things are being useless”

Lena tilted her head in response.

“Okay, I’ll try and get up”

This immediately lead to her falling flat on her face.

“Ouch”

He sighed and held her up to the cabinet, using one of his arms as a backrest for her.

“Just find the damn meds…”

“Okay”

She found them and took three.

“Thank you, my strength should come back in a little while”

“But we don’t HAVE a-“

He took a deep breath, he had to keep calm, he knew this wasn’t her fault, it was something she shouldn’t control, but he was so fixated on the plan…this couldn’t have happened at a worst time…

Unless…

“You’re lucky I planned around this”

“Hm?”

He kept her in his grasp and slithered down to his room.

“Wait did you get the-?”

She was already holding the hard drive containing the files.

“Oh”

“Yeah, I got it before you rushed me out”

“I didn’t rush you”

“You’re very fast despite your size”

He turned to her, he didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended.

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been eating a lot of meat lately so-“

“You know what? Never mind, you’re getting distracted, this is what I did in case your little condition started acting up”

He revealed that he made a secret opening in the floor which lead to one of Innovation Inc’s entry points.

“This will get us there”

“Wow…how long did it take you to do this?”

He looked away and spat some of his teeth out.

“You don’t wanna know”

“…”

“They’ll grow back”

“Okay…let’s go”

He continued keeping her in his grasp as they went through the secret entryway, and he hoped that nothing else unexpected would happen that night…

Well it did, he just wasn’t there to see it.

Bentley had been going around town and telling yarns about his encounters with the “mysterious creature” roaming town, and he was being given quite a lot of money for it.

“Should we REALLY be doing this?”

“Val, think about it, if we spread this about, more crazies are gonna wanna buy from him AND people are gonna stop wandering near where we live, ‘cause you know, abandoned”

“Yeah and the money’s good sooooo…”

Valen sighed, he might as well grin and bear it right?

Meanwhile the other two managed to sneak into the building and were currently wandering through its lower levels.

“I forgot how big this place was…”

“The main computer is on a higher level, if I can lock the files onto that then we should be set to do whatever we want from there”

“And that’s exactly what I want”

“…Right”

“Are your legs working now?”

Lena looked down blankly.

“Let me check”

She rocked her legs back and forth.

“Put me down so I can try walking”

He put her down on her feet and slowly let go (in case she fell over again) and to both of their relieves Lena could walk once more.

“Thank god…”

He made sure she wasn’t looking when he quickly punched a hole through the steel wall.

“There’s an opening over there you can use, I’ll stay here and look out for you”

“Okay…”

Lena hummed as she went through it, she managed to find it after a while and exported the files successfully, he smirked when he realised that things were going well despite her physical detriments…they’d have to do this again VERY soon.

“Perfect…”

“Okay that should be going through their system now”

She still looked unsure about all of this, she knew it was for a good reason, but she felt like something wasn’t right…she hated feeling wrong, whenever she was “wrong”, something bad would happen.

“Why are we doing this again?”

He looked down at her as she stood by him, of course, none of these idiots liked to make life easy.

“I told you yesterday-“

“I don’t believe that”

He couldn’t tell what face she was making…was she trying to look stern? He genuinely couldn’t tell, she was his only ticket into this place so as much as he’d LOVE to argue with her he knew he couldn’t risk that, reaching out to any other person in town who would be crazy enough to help out would inevitably out him and his location and that’s something he couldn’t risk.

Oh god, he was actually being rational, all those anger management lessons from his mom were paying off it seems.

“Listen Lena the only thing you need to know about my intentions is that they’re good alright?”

“So other people don’t go through what you went through or because you want revenge?”

Boom, she got him, he tensed and hissed as she crossed her arms, he forced a smile as he said…

“What makes you say that?”

“You just…I overhear things sometimes…you’re just doing this for your own interests…”

“…I literally said that a life where they go defunct is the life I wanna live why are you so surprised?”

Oh god, she forgot he even said that, how was her mind getting WORSE? What did she have for breakfast this morning? Was it warm or cold today? Who did she talk to? She was getting overwhelmed, badly overwhelmed, she began to hyperventilate, he knew that they would get caught if she started doing something more verbal so he put her back in his grasp and travelled to the lowest floor of Innovation Inc, there wasn’t much here aside from abandoned experiments and barely functioning lights (which he didn’t mind because the less light the better). He wasn’t sure how to bring her out of this state so he reluctantly rubbed her back and kept her in his arms in case her pacing would alert security.

“Look if you forgot it’s fine but I’m not gonna go around and act like I’m a beacon of morality because I’m NOT…and I…DO need you, you’re the only one out of those idiots I can trust…they’d snitch, you won’t”

She mumbled and nodded, he could tell she was coming back a bit.

“And you’re not doing anything “wrong” either, you’re helping me with the takedown of an organisation that put you and the other two idiots through hell…if your conscious is eating away at you so much just pretend I’m not even there”

“…I don’t blame you for being angry at them, I just wish you just told me flat out “hey I want revenge against this corporation that turned me into something I didn’t want against my will” because I’d be more upset for it if you just said that”

“Why?”

“Because they hurt me too…but what they did to you was…I don’t really know how to describe it”

Oh she just opened Pandora’s box with that one, his eyes twitched as he made her look up at him with his claws. His rage was palpable and she could see that, she wanted him to get it out of his system.

“Imagine your body, your goals, your LIFE, allllll being taken from you because of a crime you didn’t even FUCKING commit!”

He sounded unhinged, but Lena remained in place, looking up at him, he was completely losing it.

“This ISN’T a body it’s a PRISON! I’ve been stuck like this for years and there’s STILL parts of it I haven’t figured out! YOU can’t comprehend what they did to me! I’ve heard it allll before from people like you! You have one little bodily problem and you think it’s COMPARABLE! Like we have something in common! I know something happened to you! It’s written all over your face! So if you even THINK of comparing whatever the hell you went through to me then just shut the fu-!”

“I’m not”

He was breathing heavily, he couldn’t tell if this was a release for him or an implosion, god, how was she not afraid? He’s had this talk plenty of times before, before he met her and the others, he’d bring people to tears, make them fear him, because the thought of genuine connection in a place like the Hadal Blacksite was ridiculous, it’s why him living with them felt so alien to him.

He couldn’t tell if he was happy or not, well, he was, he could see his mom and his siblings whenever he wanted, he could indulge in as much food as he wanted, there were things he still couldn’t do (like go out in public during the day or get a normal job) but it was better than bitter cold and constant starvation. He continued ranting, it eventually devolved into barely comprehensible Spanish that Lena couldn’t really make out but he kept her in his grasp throughout all of it.

She didn’t know why, maybe it was to keep him grounded? She knew that a lot more of his…animalistic traits had been popping up more as of recent thanks to the sensations and life he had been locked away from. The biggest one she had noticed was his fixation with blood, she had a tendency to accidentally cut herself whenever she made dinner and he’d loom over her, he’d then look away reluctantly and force out a simple…

“Sorry…”

It got to the point where he had to keep himself in his room whenever she cooked because it happened so frequently. His teeth would regularly fall out and grow back in quick succession depending on what he ate. Little things like that she took notice of, and she didn’t blame him for any of them, she knew what it was like to have parts of yourself taken away from you, but she didn’t know how to phrase in a way that wouldn’t make him angrier than he already was.

He slammed his left fist to the metal floor, his claws dragging through it with ease, he looked back at Lena…god…why was she still looking at him like that?! Lena wasn’t sure what to do…this was someone who actually knew what it was like, she knew he wouldn’t hear her out, but she wanted to get this out of her system, time to give Ellie’s advice a chance.

“Look…parts of me were taken away too, obviously it doesn’t show but…it was something similar-“

Oh he did NOT need to hear this right now, he glared at her and his grip tightened, his rage reaching its boiling point.

“AT LEAST YOU STILL HAVE A BODY!”

“At least you still have a mind…”

His anger came to a screeching halt, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it wasn’t that, he looked less angry and more taken off guard, the way she responded…it was so empty, and he knew that his one sided screaming match would get them both in serious trouble if he carried on so he kept his trap shut as he slowly travelled through the entryway he made.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Lena looked down at her hands and sighed, no going back now…

“When I was younger my dad always said that I had a brilliant mind that was being held back by itself…I didn’t know what he meant by that…until one day he did an operation on me, and I could do things I couldn’t do before a little faster…”

“How old were you when that happened?”

“Eleven”

Jesus Christ…

“It should’ve been one but he was impatient and they kept going…and after a few years the opposite happened, I couldn’t walk as well as I used to, I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t cry, I was getting paler…I tried to tell him that he was hurting me, but he wouldn’t listen…so a week after my 16th birthday I just…”

And then it all clicked for him.

“…That’s why you ran away from home isn’t it?”

“Mhm, I moved in with Bentley after that, we grew up together…but something happened with his family and he moved to Cali to get away from everything so I just went to him since he made me feel safe…and I don’t even register that the person I was before the operations is even ME…we’re like two completely different people…I haven’t told Bentley or Val because I don’t want to be seen as something that constantly needs to be helped, Ley’s protective as it is I don’t want it to get worse. Im twenty four, he shouldn’t be worrying about me all the time…”

He could tell this had been on her mind for a while, this explained the scars she had too, he wanted to bring them up but the energy he lost from his emotional breakdown earlier was starting to catch up to him. She looked upset too, as upset as she could be, she was hugging herself as her dazed eyes looked downwards.

“The pain you felt when you got experimented on, I don’t know what that’s like, I’ll never know what that’s like…but I know what it’s like to have parts taken away from you when you don’t want them to leave, and when they’re gone…you forget what it’s like to even have them in the first place…and you don’t feel like yourself…even when you’re around people who love you despite all of that… and feeling wrong even though what happened isn’t your fault, you know it’s not but you blame yourself anyway…do you know what that’s like?”

That resonated with him, finally, someone who didn’t try and compare their pain to his, he knew she was someone who struggled with words, he knew she trusted him, he didn’t know why for the longest time, but she did. She looked up at him and he responded in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

“…Yeah”

“I want to help you, I really do, I just don’t want you to lie to me”

They made it back to his room, he finally put her down and he curled up by the pillow nest, he has a bed but he still makes the nests out of habit. Lena sat close to him.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me”

“That’s good”

“…Did the shouting overwhelm you?”

“Yeah”

“…I’m sorry”

“It’s okay”

That’s when they overheard commotion from upstairs, it sounded like the other three had been here for a while, Lena looked up at the door and tilted her head, the two slowly walked out to see what was going on.

“What’s happening up there?”

“I don’t know but I actually need to try and go to sleep so whatever it is they better-“

Bentley, Ellie, and Valen had all of the money they made on the table, celebrating with their adrenaline on full display.

“OH WE ARE DOING THIS EVERY NIGHT!”

“OH MY GOD YEEEESSSSS!”

“I can’t believe we got so much just for telling true-ish stories…”

“WE GAVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT AND WE GOT WHAT WE WANT IN TURN!”

“NOTHING IS GONNA RUIN THIS FOR US-!”

That’s when the three noticed that they weren’t alone, Sebastian put the pieces together pretty quickly and his rage spiked up yet again.

“HAVE YOU BEEN MAKING MONEY OFF OF ME AGAIN?!”

“Oh shit I JUST remembered my limo’s waiting for me outside and I can’t miss it byeeee”

Ellie ran like hell out of the house and Valen screamed as he avoided his inevitable wrath, Bentley managed to dodge his tail with ease as Lena yawned and went upstairs to get some sleep. After the chaos simmered down everyone else went to sleep…except for Sebastian, maybe he could actually trust her…not just as a business partner, not just as a roommate but also as a friend…yeah…

That sounds right.

[divkazkdovikde]

having thoughts about barty crouch jr

like what do you mean he escaped from azkaban thanks to his mother who took his place??

just to be then imperio’d by his father???

he basically spent most of his life in prison. you know, metaphorically speaking… (screaming crying throwing myself against the wall)

also on the other note: the fact that barty and james both had an ivisibility cloak???

not to mention the fact that he was obviously very fucking smart??? (the whole gof being the evidence of that) of course he was a fucking ravenclaw, his brains mate, his fucking brains

always kinda cackling about the way he basically went: yeah i’d like for you to die but mate my boss wants to kill you himself so i refuse to let you die before that so yes i will help you to get through murdeous tournament at all fucking costs alright just take it ask no questions trust me dude i know what i am doing

and then screaming crying throwing up because he survived all his friends. all of them. regulus, evan, dorcas, pandora. (he lost pandora and dorcas first, when they went the different way, after losing reg there was no more hope for him, but losing his evan made him lose his mind, made him the mad man)

(barty finally understood why dorcas went mad, basically all achilles, after marlene died. he finally understood the pain dorcas felt, when evan died in his arms. and you know how it goes, going mad with pain. he finally understood why dorcas laughed, when she took down no small number of death eaters in her madness, before voldemort finally stopped her. he understood it, when he tortured alice and frank, ones of those responsible for evan’s death, and he laughed too, madly, finally tasting the sweetnest of revenge. and at those moments he allowed himself for a moment to miss his former friend, to mourn her. and he let himself taste the bitter memory of her, of them, of who they used to be, of who they never got to be. just for a moment. and it was dorcas who he thought of in his last moments, when he finally understood the relief, she must have felt, as she was finally going to join the love of her life and above. and he died with the same little content smile as he thought of the girl who was once his friend, who went mad over her lovers’ death, whose doom was so similar to his, yet not really. he thought of dorcas and marlene when he finally reunited with evan in the afterlife. and in the afterlife, finally free, finally happy, finally not in pain, he hoped that in their next life, the doom would be fate instead.)

alright this escalated quickly, that was not the plan but eh, anyway, i’ll leave it there.

so yeah. barty crouch jr. want him in my pocket. he’s my bbgirl an i’m starting to go absolutely feral over him. hopefully i’ll be able to stop that train before it crashes, and there will be no faith for me anymore. (hehe delulu is the solulu)(i’m a lost cause already, who am i kidding)

also absolutely convinced he and sirius talked shit in azkaban. they were absolutely the prison buddies.

anyway barty. crouch… junior. (fr mr igor karkaroff had no business to say his name like that in the bloody movie) my mad crazy felon. i love him your honor.

[universe-on-her-shoulders]

A prompt request: Torchwood Team goes undercover as LARP-ers

“I look,” Owen said, striding out of the tent and aiming a kick at a nearby bundle of belongings, which contained – if Ianto recalled correctly, and he was sure that he did, as he’d packed it – sleeping bags. Well. The next best thing, at any rate. “Like an absolute twat.”

“Do you want us to agree or disagree with that statement?” Ianto said, without looking up from the fire he was tending to; he knew what he’d see if he looked up, and he wasn’t sure he could keep a straight face. “Because I’m fairly sure that despite the apparel, you still have a gun strapped to you somewhere.”

“You would be correct, so you’re on thin ice,” Owen warned, and Ianto looked up at him and barely suppressed the urge to laugh. He was dressed in a green tunic, black trousers, an enormous grey cloak and calf wraps, and the outfit would have been dignified, perhaps even impressive, had it not been on Owen, and accompanied by a look of such murderous hatred that Ianto was reasonably sure that it could kill. “Don’t fucking laugh.”

“Yeah, no, it’s… very fetching,” he said with as much sincerity and composure as he could manage. “What are you again?”

“The beggar, apparently. I wanted to be a fucking healer but apparently there isn’t the scope for that, so I got this instead. What are you meant to be?”

“I’m a druid,” Ianto gestured to his long, hooded scarlet robe, and what he was mentally referring to as a ‘utility belt’, although he was sure there was a more technical name. It was far more low-tech than the Batman one that he was more familiar with, but it did have several vials of mysterious substances attached to it, so he was trying to move with care. “Apparently that’s the medieval version of ‘coffee boy.’”

“Lucky fucking you. Where are the girls?”

“I think referring to them as ‘girls’ is-”

“Not something you should do in our hearing?” Gwen said brightly, approaching the tent with Tosh beside her. Both of them looked unusually self-conscious, which was probably attributable to the long, intricately laced gowns they were sporting; Gwen’s was a bright shade of red that matched Ianto’s own outfit, while Tosh’s was a more subdued brown and covered with a cape. “Particularly not when I’ve got a dagger and a gun.”

“That’s a breach of historical accuracy,” Ianto deadpanned, and she plonked herself down beside him and thumped him lightly on the shoulder. “Guns weren’t invented until-”

“Excuse me,” Tosh added, sitting the other side of Gwen and staring into the pot that Ianto was currently ignoring in favour of winding up Owen, from which a strong smell of coffee was emanating. “Says the man brewing coffee in medieval England?”

“Wales,” Owen chipped in with exasperation. “We’re in fucking Wales, and it’s 2006.”

“We’re in medieval England,” Tosh repeated sweetly, and he glowered at her. “And Ianto is brewing a concoction that didn’t arrive in the country until the mid- to late-17th century.”

“Do you have your PDA on you?” Ianto asked, and she looked distinctly uncomfortable.

“Obviously.”

“Then shut up about my coffee.”

“Why did I get the beggar but these two look half-decent?” Owen groused, chucking himself dramatically to the ground on the other side of the fire from Ianto and adopting a sulky expression more usually seen on teenagers.

“Aw, thanks Owen,” Gwen shot back. “Really sweet of you.”

“I said half-decent,” he retaliated at once. “And I meant half as in one of you. By which I mean Tosh.”

Tosh turned a violent shade of maroon that matched Gwen’s dress; the compliment had been surprisingly heartfelt. “I wanted to be a healer,” she mumbled. “But they said they already have one of those, so…”

“What did Jack get?”

Ianto bit his lip, unwilling to give the game away. “No idea,” he lied. “I don’t think he said…”

“Liar. I bet you’re going to shag him in it after this.”

“Owen!” Gwen rolled her eyes, then looked down at the bodice of her dress. “Although… I might have to take this home for Rhys.”

“Make sure you give it a good wash afterwards; we’ve got to return them. That applies to both of you. All three of you,” Owen noted, and Gwen threw him a dirty look.

“What applies to all three of us?” Jack’s voice asked, and the four of them looked up as one.

“Oh for fuck sake,” Owen exclaimed. “Really?”

Jack was stood in an almost cinematic pose, which Ianto strongly suspected had been chosen by trial and error to best show off his knight’s costume. His neck and shoulder plates glinted in the weak sun, his chain mail gleamed as he moved, and his navy blue surcoat was emblazoned with silver lions across the chest. An impressive-looking sword hung at his side, and Jack moved his hand to the pommel of it with a smirk, tangibly enjoying basking in his team’s attention.

Ianto would be lying if he said it wasn’t a turn-on.

[cherrychapstick54]

Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter Six: North

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: Tommy finally goes home, but meets someone new along the way. She’s nice and all, but…she’s also kinda a bitch…

This chapter was written by @genderlessbleach and edited by me.

Trigger warnings: Suicidal ideations, mentions of gore/blood, attempting suicide, and asking to be murdered

Tommy finally feels himself snap back into reality, but still feels as if he was unconscious, as he was earlier, and he forces himself out of the bed he doesn’t remember making. Though, he can’t remember much of anything so it doesn’t make a big difference anyway.

Tommy works his way slowly out of the poorly constructed shelter he made, trying to figure out where his home would be from his current spot. Knowing it would be generally north of where he was, he looks up at the sky, searching for the sun, easily finding which direction North was. Now all he needs is a boat. The Brit sighs at the realization, not wanting to do all of this work while in pain.

"Psst! Hey you, Blondie!" A voice had called out to Tommy, making the boy's head spin trying to figure out where the voice had come from. "In the tree dumbass!"

Tommy cranks his neck backward to look up at the feminine voice, nearly falling from the whiplash he feels. There is a young feminine person in the trees, wearing a long green dress with messy patchwork and sleeves that fall off their shoulders, a brown cloak that just covers their bare shoulders and head, and lastly, a mask with a '; )' engraved in it. The mask seems familiar, yet Tommy can’t tell if it’s in a good or bad way. The mask seems friendly enough. It even has small blush marks etched into it.

The girl drops down from the tree and seems to almost float onto the snowy floor of the tundra. The Brit takes a closer look at them. They have a belt snug around their waist to probably keep the items hanging off of it in check, and they have a satchel slung over their shoulder, but it doesn’t hold arrows. In fact, the quiver was empty.

"Tommy, right? I'm Drista! I'm the girl sent to your rescue. I'm gonna get your amnesia-having-ass out of this freezing place!" The way Drista speaks sounds young and happy, like if anything bad or traumatic was to happen to her, it would roll right off, like a raincoat. Tommy finds that strange. Anyone can experience bad situations–surely she has at some point in her life–but something about her vibrant voice and eccentric body language makes it seem like she may not even be alive. Tommy shakes his head at the idea. He has no reason to assume that this person isn’t just happy–but really, who’s that happy??

"How do you know my name?" Tommy questions the young girl.

"Red and white shirt and messy blond hair, everyone knows your name!" The girl states, as if it was obvious. Tommy just stares at her in disbelief. How did everyone know who he is? What has he done that made everyone know him? "When you could remember shit, you were the star of the whole SMP, y’know." Tommy just blinks in disbelief. Is she reading his mind? "Yeah, so what?"

Tommy’s eyes widen and he screams out, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The girl just laughs at him, far more than amused by Tommy’s reaction. “You can’t just fuckin’ say that shit!”

“Sorry man, but you're so confused, it’s actually kind of funny.” The girl giggles at him, “But, what do you need, Blondie?”

“I need to get back home and to know who I fucking am.” Tommy pauses for a moment before turning to face the girl. “But, if you really want to help, I think it would be easier for the both of us if you just killed me.” He looks at her, his blue eyes riddled with exhaustion and sadness, dark bags underneath them, showing proof of his lack of quality sleep recently. Drista actually feels a little bad for the kid. He’s already been through a lot for being a teenager. “If you could just put me out of this hell, please. I don’t even know how I got here, but I’m like 90% sure that it was not by my own means; I don’t think I’m supposed to be alive right now. So, just fix it, please?”

The girl only looks at him in disappointment and sadness. “Tommy, this is your second chance at life. I’m here to guide you, not kill you.” The girl floats upwards into the sky, taking a look at their surroundings. “Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

The girl floats elegantly, her dress floating around her, revealing some pants with more items stuffed in the pockets. This girl is clearly some type of deity, but she doesn’t seem to be as mature as one would think an all powerful being would be. She seems more relaxed and like she’s just here to have fun and mess around. Wait, Tommy just yelled at a Deity. Oh shit, he’s actually fucked.

“The easy way, kill me.” He sticks to his word, which seems to annoy the goddess.

“Tommy, Tommy, I don’t think you understand, you wanting me to kill you is the hard way. The easy way is me giving you a boat and moving the tide with you, but it appears you’d rather fight with me about this.” The young deity floats down so she’s able to look the Brit in the eyes. “So do you want the hard way or the easy way?”

The blond glares at her. “Kill me, fucking do it! I don’t want to live like this, so just do it, kill me! Put me out of my misery like a sick dog! Shoot me in the head, stab me in the gut, slit my neck! Please, do anything, please, please!” He’s crying–not a cry of grief, but rather a cry of anguish and greed. Drista thinks for a second that maybe she should just put the poor boy out of his misery, but she’ll be damned if she’s not someone who sticks to their word.

So, Drista still doesn’t kill him.

A small sigh falls from the girl's mouth; she isn’t giving in. “Tommy, I’m not killing you, but I will bring you back home, even if I have to drag you there myself.” She grabs the boy by his shirt collar and flies them up over the water, getting tired of his attempts at death. “So I’ll say it again, Tommy. Do you want the hard way or the easy way.”

The Brit is too stubborn to listen to her, struggling, trying to shake from her grip so he can at least die here, but the deity isn’t going to let that slide, lassoing him to her like he is some pig she decided to keep as a pet.

“Let me go!” Tommy screams at her, desperate to die in the moment. “Drop me! Kill me! I don’t deserve to live. Can you not fucking see, bitch! Let me die! For XD’s sake, kill me!” He’s screaming like he’s being murdered, when it’s entirely the opposite.

“My brother wouldn’t care. Quite frankly, he didn’t take a liking to you, Tommy. He much prefers the brunet mushroom boy to all of his people.” She speaks calmly, dragging the struggling boy over the vast freezing ocean. “So shut up, and let me save you for your mother’s sake.”

“I don’t have a mother, you fucking idiot!” Tommy is aware she most likely knows more than him, but he doesn’t remember having a mother, so he should be right compared to this prick who's dragging him by a rope over an ocean.

“Tommy, shut up or I’m knocking you out.” In Tommy’s mind, the girl seems to care about him, just not so much as a friend, but more so like she wants something from him, or maybe she was forced to help him from someone else. She doesn’t seem to actually want to help him. Whenever Tommy tries to ask for the sweet release of death, she just looks at him in pity and disappointment.

Tommy finds himself just screaming at the goddess, much to her dismay, so she hits him over the head and knocks him out.

-Timeset sunset-

Tommy wakes up in his bed, groaning from a raging headache. “What the fuck happened?”

“I knocked you out cause you were being an annoying bitch when I was doing you a favor.” a voice spoke from across the room, causing Tommy to scream. The girl only sighs at his stupidity and rolls her eyes. “I’ll say it again if you need me to, Tommy. I’m Drista and you have amnesia. We’ve already met, so please shut up for the sake of my ears.”

“Why would you do that!?” Tommy sputters out, shocked that that could even happen.

“Like I said, you were annoying me, so I shut you up by knocking you out!” The girl just smiles at him sweetly. “But that’s the least of our worries right now, m’kay? Let's just get you out of this shack and get to know each other!” The masked girl's energy quickly changes from serious to playful.

“Why should I? I don’t…” Tommy pauses, remembering the girl's entrance from earlier that day. “I barely know you.”

“I got you off that island. It’s the least you could do for lil’ ol’ me, Tommy.” The girl, Drista or was it Amnesia? flashes him a playful smile. “So come on! Let’s go!” The goddess grabs his arm firmly before flying them out of the house.

Tommy shrieks from being flown out of the house by the young girl. “YOU’RE FLYING TOO LOW!” He tries to pull himself up more, wrapping his arms around her in a panic so he doesn’t scrape up his knees more. “Not everyone is as short as you bitch!” The comment only causes the girl to get lower to the ground.

“Don’t insult my height, Blondie. I’m trying to have fun with you!” She flashes him a mischievous smile before launching them straight up into the air. The blond screams loudly from the sudden speed of her movements while she laughs at him. “I’m not going to drop you Tommy, don’t get your panties in a bunch!” She finds herself laughing more.

“Oi, you fuckin’ cunt, I’m not scared of you dropping me,” He looks down at the clouds, finding himself gripping a little harder onto her. “I was just shocked at how fast you fucking brought us up here, you little shit!” Tommy feels them lowering to the ground slowly.

“Fine, I’ll let you down–”

“That’s not what I–” He cuts himself off with a scream as they’re now rapidly falling.

“Gotcha, bitch!” The girl screams over him as she adjusts the way they’re flying so she can land them safely, or that’s what she thinks before they land on a poor bystander. “OH FUCK!” She drops Tommy and goes to check on the person they just hit. Tommy lies dazed on the floor by the other dazed person Drista is checking on. “Are you alright dude? I didn’t see you there!”

Tommy sits up to look at the person they hit. They’re rather weird looking with half-black and half-white skin and hair. The darker skin tone reminds Tommy of an enderman, along with the strangely shaped mouth and abnormally long limbs.

“I’m-I’m alright just uh confused, like…” The poor dude is shaking while trying to form a sentence. “Wh-Who are you, um, p-people?”

Drista speaks up for the both of them. “I’m Drista and this fuck is Tommy.”

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” His screaming scares the other dude and causes Drista to burst out laughing.

The anxious boy speaks shakily, “I’m-I’m, um, Ran-Ranboo.”

“Well, Ranboo, you must be new around here cause I know everyone, and I’ve never heard of you!” Drista speaks confidently, standing up to help the other two up. Tommy, once stood up, stares upwards at Ranboo, just taking in his existence. Ranboo looks away from Tommy, avoiding eye contact. Tommy feels himself growing curious on who this new guy was, causing him to look over Ranboo’s entire body, looking at their belongings. Tommy notices a book Ranboo is holding close to his chest. It appears to be important to the tall man.

“What’s that?” the Brit asks as he points to the book.

Ranboo looks at the book, then at Tommy, speaking yet again with a shaking voice. “It’s, uh, my…well, diary? I just write important things in it, I guess…”

The taller person's words spark an idea in Tommy’s mind. A book he can write in. Maybe he can keep his own. If his memory ever gets worse, he can look back on it! With the new idea fresh in his head, Tommy runs home to go and make himself a book.

“D-Did I scare him?”

“Nah, he’s just an idiot.”

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

[gsstories]

“Oh my god, a mosco!!” - “I’m a FAIRY!!”

-----

Slammed on the wall was a humanoid creature with its head having what looked like red flower petals but still not? The creature’s body was half really dark brown, and orange while it wore a ragged and torn cloak over its shoulders and dusty red and orange striped pants with no shoes. Around it were a few girls looking at it in confusion and slight disgust.

“...Did I kill it?” A young, slightly Asian looking girl with a large magenta bow on her head looked at the creature on the wall while a sandal was on the floor near the wall where the creature went splat and she coincidentially was missing one of her sandals. SLAP!

The girls turned and stared at a bigger girl with black skin, curly hair and green attire who just slapped the thing to the wall again. “Yeah, I think it be dead dead now!” The girl said as she pulled her hand away from the dead creature. Or so they thought, the creature started groaning in pain and annoyance, making the girls panic. “KILL IT WITH FIRE-!!”

–

‘Wait wait wait wait, we can’t start like this! Let me show you the context of this chaos!’

–--->

Earlier that day, five girls were all washing a car in the driveway, one of them just splashing others with the hose instead of actually helping clean the car. That one was Diane, a chaotic half Portuguese girl who did little to no actual work.

“Quit it Diane!” A tall, black skinned and curly haired girl with red attire named Adira yelled at Diane and huffed when Diane just giggled mischievously.

Her laughter stopped when the girl with the bow, aka Goldie, threw some water from a bucket at Diane, immediately running away cackling when Diane started chasing her.

“Sooooo, why are you cleaning your mom’s car again?” The girl with green attire asked, her name being Alanis. “It was either this or get my stuff taken away.” A girl with light pink, blue and lavender hair said as she washed the car with a soapy wet cloth, her name being Gin.

“Aight, that’s fair.” Alanis said. “Hey, did you hear about the forest fire from a few weeks ago?”

“Oh, that? Yeah, I heard. Same day of the eclipse apparently. Crazy coincidence huh?” Gin said as Alanis nodded.

“So weird! It came out of nowhere! I haven’t heard any news of anyone getting hurt though so I guess that’s good.” Alanis said.

The girls were enjoying the day just washing the car and splashing each other with water that they did not notice the rather short creature flying around the place. Adira had Diane in a headlock while Gin and Alanis laughed at the situation as GoIdie squeezed water out of her hair. The creature had been successfully kept itself hidden due to the girls paying more attention to each other than their environment but did the mistake of flying too close to Goldie, who freaked out when she felt a presence nearby and almost on instinct took off one of her sandals and threw it at the creature, the pressure of the sandal make it go splat on the wall! Goldie watched with wide eyes before calling out to the others. “GUYS!”

<----–

And that’s how we got here!

“Dude… what the fuckknuckles is THAT?!” Diane exclaimed as she and the other girls looked down at the creature that had fallen to the ground after getting slapped AGAIN.

“A mosquito?” Alanis suggested.

“Too big for a mosquito.” Adira said.

“Cucaracho!” Gin exclaimed as the creature groaned. “Should we call someone?”

“Yes but not our parents.” Goldie said.

“That much is obvious. Gen?” Gin asked as the others nodded. “Gen it is then!”

Taking out her phone, the cotton candy looking girl looked through her contacts and called the one that was named ‘Raccoon’, waiting for the person to answer. The phone rang around 4 times before the person picked up.

“What did you guys do this time?” A tired and exasperated voice asked through the phone.

“Hey, what makes you think we did anything?” Gin asked.

“You never call unless you wanna ramble or you fucked up somehow. You said you were cleaning your mom’s car, what’s there to ramble about THAT?” The girl on the phone asked.

“…Okay, we have a bit of a situation.” Gin admitted.

“Thought so. I’m coming over.” The girl sighed before hanging up.

“Sooooo…” Diane said as she poked the creature with a stick. “What do we do with this?”

“Okay, what am I looking at?” A girl that appears to be the oldest of the bunch asked, looking at the creature that was now wrapped in a towel on a bed.

The creature’s face was half really dark brown, and the other half was orange, its cheeks seemingly having what would be considered blush that could only be found on dolls. The girls were all in Gin’s room, Gen looking at the creature while the others looked at Gen.

“¿Mosquito?” Alanis said.

“It’s too big to be a mosquito.” Gen, the oldest, deadpanned.

“¡Mosco!” Diane exclaimed.

“It doesn't even resemble a mosquito! Why are you calling it a mosquito?!” Gen said as the girls just shrugged, making her groan in annoyance. “Okay, it is definitely NOT a mosquito or any kind of bug. It’s not anything like I’ve ever seen before.”

“It’s lucky Ally didn’t accidentally squash it.” Adira said as Alanis giggled nervously.

“Maybe it’s a fairy?” Goldie suggested.

Silence…

“Nah.”

“Can’t be.”

“Impossible.” “I don’t think so.”

The girls were slapped behind their heads by Genesis when they said that.

“It is clearly a fairy! Jeez, y’all dumb or what?” Gen said. “Also, why is that so hard to believe huh? Have you forgotten the amount of times you all have gotten us in trouble because you messed with some magical thing when I specifically tell you NOT to mess with?”

“Oh yeah… In my defense, I forget.” Diane said.

“Of course you do.” Gen said as she turned to the fairy. “You think it’ll wake up soon?”

“I don’t know dude, Alanis slapped it a lot.” Gin said.

Gen sighed as she sat down on the bed beside the creature. She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache come in. It hasn’t even been a week since the last magic trouble the girls have gotten into and now they have a fairy in their hands. Just peachy!

“You think it’ll be mad?” Gin asked as she poked the towel burrito fairy.

“I mean, I’d be mad if I was slapped to a wall.” Adira said.

“Heheheh, I’m in trouble.” Alanis chuckled.

“Yeah you are.” Goldie said.

“Ughh…”

The girls all snapped their heads at the sound, looking at the towel burrito fairy… who was waking up. Its eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing mismatched eyes with the irises being orange while the right sclera was a yellow color, almost white while the left one was pitch black. Most of the group backed away a bit but Gen stayed put, she didn’t have the energy to back away from a potential threat nor did she really care.

“Ooooh, we fucked!” Diane said as the girls agreed.

“Smol!” Goldie exclaimed in awe.

“Abby would so cry at its clothes.” Alanis mumbled.

“Agreed.” Adira said.

The fairy appeared a bit groggy when it woke up but snapped open its eyes the moment it took in its surroundings and saw the girls, HUMAN girls, standing there, staring at it. 

“Hi!” Gin said to the fairy, a wide smile on her face.

The moment realization set in, the fairy’s expression turned to one of pure hatred as it tried to get out of its fluffy prison. The girls watched the creature struggle a bit and couldn't help but giggle.

“Okay, this is kinda funny to watch.” Adira said as the others chuckled.

They didn’t laugh for long, however, when the towel caught fire and turned into ashes.

Silence came over the room…

And then…

“¡Cabrón!” Gin was the one to break the silence with her scream, grabbing the fairy from the bed as she looked at the pile of ashes on it. “Now it’s gonna smell like smoke…! Dang it…”

“Unhand me this instant!” The fairy yelled in indignation.

“And the towel, the fucking towel! I am so lucky I used an old one, if I used one of the new ones, my mom would have killed me!” Gin said, not hearing out the fairy.

“Honestly, same.” Adira said as Alanis nodded.

“Me too! Ashes on the bed? Oh, that’s a death sentence!” Diane added her two cents.

“Ow!” Gin exclaimed as she dropped the fairy and looked at the palm of her hands in confusion. “Did you just burn me??”

The fairy did not answer at first, it simply flew in the air, glaring at the group of girls who either looked shocked, confused or just… bored.

“Why am I here?!” The fairy demanded to know.

“Uhh, Goldie kind of made you go splat on a wall cause she thought you were a bug so we brought you here to make sure Ally didn’t accidentally kill you when she slapped you two other times.” Diane said as she looked at Goldie and Ally.

“Sorry, I panicked…” Goldie said, a bit embarrassed.

“It’s instinct! If it twitches, ya gotta hit it to make sure it stays dead!” Ally said as the rest looked at her, unimpressed.

“Anyway, who are you?” Gen asked, turning to the fairy with a raised brow.

“Why should I speak to you maggots?” The fairy seethed at the humans.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda bored.” Gen said.

“So this is how it’s like being burned… Cool!” Gin said with a wide, very unsettling smile on her face.

The fairy looked unnerved and confused at the cotton candy color haired girl’s reaction at being injured. Seriously, what the hell?

“You gonna answer my question or question why cotton chick is a masochist?” Gen asked. “I advise you don’t do the latter, you’ll end up scarred for life.”

“Why would you humans want to know who I am?” The fairy said as he narrowed his eyes at the girl.

“Curious,” Gen said with a shrug.

“…Just that? Curious?” The fairy repeated, scoffing in disbelief. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” Gen said tiredly. “You know, you’re kinda rude.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I supposed to care about how I treat your kind?” The fairy said in a mocking tone, grinning like a little shit, which annoyed Gen.

“I don’t know what your deal is but can you please not act like a total douche?” Gen said as she scowled slightly at the fairy.

“I could… but I only do so for people who truly deserve respect.” The fairy stated. “What, you think I should respect you lowlives? How pathetic can you be to expect such a thing from me?”

Now that made Genesis snap.

“Okay, ya wanna be a bitch now? Fine! You listen up! I was called to make sure these gals didn’t get themselves killed cause they swatted an oversized cockroach who might as well have dropped dead. I was worried that they killed an innocent creature but it seems I was wrong.” Gen scowled at the fairy, who glared back. “Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? You think you’re better than us huh? I don’t know who you are and frankly I could care less but I swear to whichever god exists above, I WILL make sure you pray to them if you are to insult or burn one of them again.”

The human girl and the fairy stayed silent as they kept glaring at each other for a very long while, neither breaking eye contact. Meanwhile, the rest of the girls were watching all this unfold with bated breaths.

“Okay, getting bored, Gin, I am raiding your fridge!” Diane said as she skipped out of the room to the kitchen.

“Yeah yeah, whatever!” Gin said as she looked at her burnt hands.

“Okay, let’s get that patched up.” Adira sighed as she dragged Gin away to heal her burns.

“Did we ever finish washing Gin’s mom’s car?” Goldie asked.

“Ugh, I’ll finish washing it.” Gen groaned as she grabbed the fairy. “And you are coming with. I ain’t letting you out of my sight.”

The fairy yelled at Gen and thrashed around, demanding she put them down. It even tried burning her but it just… didn’t work?

“Mom friend immunity!” Diane yelled, answering the non asked question of the fairy’s.

This was going to be annoying.

…

…

…

Hosing off the leftover soap suds from the car, Genesis was in a rather bad mood now. One because she was interrupted from doing a project, two because she had to deal with a jerk ass fire fairy who kept trying to burn her and three, she had to finish washing the car cause she doubted the other girls would do so.

“You certainly look like a ray of sunshine.” The fairy said sarcastically while in Gen’s grip.

“Shut up. I have a headache and your stupid comments are NOT helping.” Gen mumbled as she rubbed her temples.

She was feeling very drained, even speaking was too much work…

“I am aware.” The fairy said with a grin, which annoyed Gen even more.

“Okay, I am sorry my friends swatted you but can you not act like a total jerk? It’s getting old.” Gen said as she looked at the fairy she was holding.

“Like that will stop me.” The fairy scoffed.

Gen rolled her eyes, figuring she would get nowhere with this stubborn as Hell fairy.

…

“...Why does my fire not hurt you?” The fairy asked Genesis, which caught her a bit off guard.

“What?” Gen asked as she turned to the fairy.

“I said, why does my fire not hurt you? I have been trying to hurt you but it’s not like you even feel it!” The fairy said, grumbling under its breath. “It’s frustrating…”

“I… don’t know.” The girl mumbled.

“So you’re a freak of nature huh?” The fairy said, trying to get under her skin.

“Yep.” Gen said just that.

“Seriously? That’s it?” The fairy said, frowning at the girl’s one word answer.

Gen just nodded her head.

“Oh, so now you’re not going to talk? What, did I hurt your feelings?” The fairy mocked.

Gen only shook her head.

“Then why aren’t you speaking?!” The fairy screamed at the girl in frustration.

Gen just shrugged her shoulders. She felt tired so as soon as she finished cleaning off the car, she went inside Gin’s house, where she saw the girls chilling inside with Gin having some bandages on her hands. Gen grumbled under her breath, getting the attention of Adira and Alanis. “Hey, you okay?” Adira asked as Gen shook her head. “You tired?” Gen nodded as she handed the fairy to Adira before going over to the couch and laying on it, quickly falling asleep.

“What’s wrong with her?” The fairy asked, kind of confused.

“She’s just drained, is all. College applications are taking a toll on her so it makes her more exhausted than usual.” Adira answered as she put the fairy down on the table. “Let me guess, she only shook or nodded her head to any questions you had.” “Yes.” The fairy said.

“Yeah, that’s how you know she’s super drained! Like, drained enough so that even speaking is too much work!” Alanis added herself into the conversation.

 “Other times she just doesn’t feel like speaking and communicating through texts and stuff.” Adira said.

“Texts?” The fairy repeated.

“Yeah, you know, text messages.” Adira said, waving her phone around a bit.

“What is that??” The fairy asked, confused.

“A… phone? Have you ever seen one?” Adira asked.

“I have but I do not know the purpose of such tools.” The fairy said as it flew around the house, checking some of the stuff around the place.

The fairy looked around, staring at the walls and the rooms of the house. It entered Gin’s room, taking proper notice of its surroundings now. It was a pastel red color with a dresser and a large, circular mirror, white shelves on the walls that held some pretty old cartoon mouse plushies, some posters of different fandoms (not like the fairy would recognize any of them), a cream colored dress that had a closed laptop and a drawing tablet along with some traditional art tools. Near the window was a bookshelf with a collection of books, some going as far as being horror to comic books while also having some figurines placed between some parts of it and some movie DVDs too. The closet was filled with different outfits, some being different variations of red and most being pants, some even being suits. Hanging there was a pink, fluffy robe with snowflake and dogs with Christmas hats and scarves patterns. On the door were hanging different types of purses, like, a lot!

“This is… some room.” The fairy mumbled.

“Pretty neat huh?” Gin said out of nowhere while eating fried chicken, startling the fairy.

“Where did you-” The fairy said before getting cut off.

“Don’t worry about it! Anyway, you don’t know what a phone is so I suspect you don’t know what a laptop is either.” Gin said as she ate her chicken.

“That would be correct…” The fairy muttered as he looked at Gin’s food. “What are you eating?” “Fried chicken! The best there is!” Gin said, noticing the way the fairy looked at the food. “Want some?” “Me? Want your human food? Hah! Don’t make me laugh!” The fairy laughed but was cut off when his stomach grumbled.

“Ya sound pretty hungry to me.” Gin said as the fairy growled at her. “Listen, I don’t know why you dislike humans so much and I know it ain’t my place to ask about it but can you please at least just not antagonize us? You can ignore us, you can act like we don’t exist, that’s fine. But don’t treat us with such disrespect when we don't do anything.” “Your friend swatted me into a wall.” The fairy said with a deadpan at the memory, which made Gin grimace.

“Ooookay, that one is on us.” Gin said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

Silence took hold…

…

“You’re an odd one. Smiling after being burned.” The fairy said. “Why would you smile? Doesn't it hurt?” “I mean, yeah, of course it hurts. But I guess cause I don’t get hurt often, it sometimes spikes my adrenaline, like how it did when I first dyed my hair!” Gin said with a grin as she ran her fingers through her multi-colored hair. “You ain’t wrong, I am kinda odd but it beats being boring! As for the pain, why worry...? Something like a burn will heal eventually with time no?"

Gin laughed softly as she left a plate of chicken on the desk of her room as she walked to her door.  

“I will admit, my friends and I are not the most efficient of the overall human population. We are not fully sane I would say but I think we are alright. At least we are decent enough to not be jerks to customer service!” Gin stated proudly. The fairy did not understand that last bit.

“You can stay if you want, as long as you don’t cause problems. Name is Gin, by the way. Gin Rose.” Gin said. “Doubt you’ll actually use my name but hey, it’s best to know anyway right?” With that, she left the room. The fairy looked at the open door for a little while before flying over to the desk with the plate of food.

“What a strange girl.” The fairy stated as he looked at the food.

And then Eclipse took a bite…

----- So a few months ago I wrote a mini fic called When Autumn Starts about my OC Daniel meeting and interacting with Fairy Eclipse so I decided to make a longer fic where not 1 but 6 of my OCs interact with him! It was fun making this!

Hope you enjoyed this lil fic! DCA Fairy AU and Fairy Eclipse belong to @ayyy-imma-ninja (I hope I got his personality alright, I know it's not 100% accurate but I did my best!) Goldie, Gen, Gin, Adira, Alanis and Diane belong to me!

[thessalian]

Thess vs TLOVM S3, Ep 7

Okay. I have a vague idea of what happens, if not when. (And honestly, I think a few of my guesses have been confirmed, judging by some of the ... opinions I may have tripped over.) And I'm not in as bad a state as I was last week - I'm tired and in a lot of pain, but at least less relentlessly depressed. So I think I can handle this. Not looking forward to it, though. Well, I am, but also I'm not. It'll come up in the liveblog.

Wait. Where is this? This isn't Emon or points surrounding...

BABY RIPLEY?!?

You are not about to make me feel bad for Ripley. Not after what I've been avoiding all week. You. Are. NOT.

The Assembly. As in the Cerberus Assembly? They're in Wildemount?

Aaaaaaaand they've always been dicks. Great.

Kimiko Glenn... Who she? Hazbin Hotel, Star Trek: Lower Decks ... Peni Parker, the D.Va of the Spiderverse?!? ...Okay, okay, I'm getting off IMDB.

Whaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuck?

Wait - is that young Trent Ikithon?!? And voiced by ... yeah, that is Mark Strong. Well, when they put up the cast listings for the Mighty Nein animated series, I will be looking for his name beside Trent Ikithon, not just "Assembly Mage".

Well, that explains a lot about why she wants a bunch of people to have guns... Though clearly she's never got the idea of Heat Metal as a spell. ...Oooh. That gives me an evil idea for the one gun-using member of my current party. Because heat plus black powder equals... Yeah.

I ... guess we know where all the coin she stole from Umbrasyl's hoard went... What the fuck is that?

Man. Those hatchlings fucked Whitestone up.

Aaaaaaaah so we're looking at a whole bunch of meanings for cloak and dagger. Look at the cloak moving, don't see where the dagger lands. So I guess whatever Ripley built uses a lot of residuum. ...Maybe she's needing that as a power source, the way the Briarwoods were using it, since she doesn't have the Plate and never did?

Can we all say, "Trap", ladies and gentlemen? Can we also say that our hearts damn well hurt at the name Glintshore? (Though apparently it's going to end up worse this time...)

The things those two say without words...

Yeah, Scanlan, the thing about Dr Dranzel's travelling troupe is that they ... you know ... travel? Maybe ask the barman if they said anything about where they'd go next? Rather than ... like ... giving up?

THIS IS GOING TO BE EVEN MORE PAINFUL LATER.

They what?!? ...Yeah, Pike, you have been spending too much time with Scanlan.

Isn't it nice that Vax's wings don't have that one-hour limit? (I mean, speaking as someone who plays a character who kind of got gifted permanent wings, now I have the envy that Vax can put the fucking things away when necessary, but y'know. My girl's not endebted to a death-god.)

I am not going to consider the speed of flight or look up a map of how far Glintshore is from any nearby coast from Whitestone. I am not. I am not. I am not. WILLING SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF...

"I'll ancient ruin your--" Grog, what does that even mean?

Percy, I know you really want to have this out, but ... yeah. You're in the middle of a mission. How much do you actually expect to die? Or is this just the narrative trying to make sure we understand what's about to happen?

"Why don't you explode your own breakfast?!?"

Pike, let the man have his moment.

...Okay, that shot was fire. And so was that. They did some art in the animation.

YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THAT, VEX.

Pike, please... We don't need another Scanlan.

Oooooh boy.

This is going to be made of flashback. I-- OH SHIT.

Okay, that gas has got to be some kind of hallucinogen.

Please blow this place up later. Please? I HATE IT.

Ah. Delirium gas-- THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO TELL HIM, RIPLEY.

Because he wanted to be a clockmaker, bitch.

Ripley, you really haven't learned not to trust that man, have you. So much 'insight' from Orthax and you haven't learned he's got something up his sleeve at all times? Or on his hand, which you are now shaking?!?

Oh gods, this is so much worse than Glintshore in the campaign...

Wait. Is she okay now?!? What the fuck? What is Pike, exactly, in this series?

Yeah, dude's a better shot than you, Random Guy.

What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...?

Okay, what is up with Pike's blood?

...Oh, come oooooooon, Grog has more than that as a fear. Really?!?

"Did I hurt you again?" LIKE THAT, YEAH. That's got to be worth more as a delirium focus than a fucking library.

Okay, the new take on Orthax is like Venom and I am fucking here for it. Except where I'm not because Orthax is an asshole.

OOF. Please let that have at least destroyed the fucking guns. Even most of the fucking guns.

Oh. He prepped for that. Buuuut ... maybe you shouldn't have taken that out yet.

...I hate to say this, because I believe in mercy, but I preferred "I forgive you, but I cannot let you leave"...

Echoing her father is not going to help you here and she's using your own playbook...

...Fuck.

Okay, I need the soundtrack now because as awful as the circumstances are, the song is beautiful. And that last line is very poignant given that this is one of the really big deviations from the campaign.

Okay, who wrote this? Eugene Son, who's been on the team before, and ... Marisha?!? MARISHA writes too?!?

EDIT: The S3 OST is now on Spotify and I knew that voice was familiar, but a lot of times a singing voice is different. That's Matt Mercer. World-building, DMing, acting, and the man sings? This whole bunch is full of people who fall into the @seananmcguire category of "I would envy them for their many, many talents if they weren't such lovely people".

Yeah. Yeah, no, not dealing with a fucking funeral for my favourite character tonight. Because Percy is. While I loved them all, Percy resonated with me in a lot of ways. His arc was a thing I needed, I guess. In the end, it was about getting better. It was about healing. And I'd done a lot of healing myself by the time I started watching Critical Role, so watching it happen to someone who had it so much worse... Percy reminded me that however dark things get, you can find joy ... if you look for it. And if you don't have the strength to look for it ... let those who love you bring it to you. So ... yeah. I couldn't watch until I knew that the character who reminded me that going through so much doesn't mean you can never come back to happiness was going to get his happily-ever-after, somehow.

Great. Now I hurt, and can't sleep.

[sephirthoughts]

ok i got that nasty one out of my system here’s the nice one

Vincent Got a Phone

[but to the tune of Janie's Got a Gun you're welcome]

WARNINGS: none yet but we’ll get there keep your pants on (for now)

INFO: CID/VINCENT, BBFs vincent & aerith it makes sense i swear, background sefikura, fluff, eventual smut, humor, no angst just idiot-related shenanigans

SYNOPSIS: Vincent had a crush, then he got a phone, which has started him down a road toward genuine human connection that he is in no way prepared for. Aerith, his self-appointed friend and wingman (who may not be nearly as sweet and innocent as one would think, based on the dresses and flowers), is determined to steer her favorite ship on the right course!

Chapter 1: The Friend-ship Sails!

BIGDICKDADDY: hello everyone. i bought a phone.

SolidStrife: sephiroth?

SolidStrife: typo oops

SolidStrife: i mean who the fuck is this

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : yeah how did you get our group chat ID creep! >:C

BIGDICKDADDY: this is vincent valentine.

SolidStrife: ...

SolidStrife: quick question

BIGDICKDADDY: cid chose this name for me. i don’t know how to change it.

TheChief: hahaha it’s a real good one why would you change it

✿FlowerGal✿: i thought Dick was short for Richard? shouldn’t it be Big Vince Daddy?

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : oh honey

✿FlowerGal✿: or Big Vic Daddy? that works too.

SolidStrife: but the daddy part is ok with you

YiffYuff: i think it’s a funny name lol

SolidStrife: you would

YiffYuff: wtf what is that supposed to mean

SolidStrife: it means i know what your username means

YiffYuff: ????

VValentine: nevermind. cait sith showed me how to do it.

TheChief: aw boo y’all are no fun

TheChief: damn robot cats these days

✿FlowerGal✿: I’m really glad you got a phone, Mr. Valentine! Now we can all talk to you and you won’t miss anything! :-D

[VValentine has left the chat]

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : wow rude

SolidStrife: he lasted longer than i expected

YiffYuff: what does my username mean!!

YiffYuff: what the hell are you talking about!!!

YiffYuff: CLOUD!!!!

SolidStrife: why don’t you ask cait sith

Vincent had a phone, now. That was…good. A phone was a thing one used to communicate with other people. It was a step toward humanity. Toward the light. Out of the abyss.

Only, he found himself reflexively wanting to retreat back to the safety of his coffin. After all, was taking such a step even allowed, for him? Was this not just collecting another sin with which to freight his soul and trouble his sleep?

But…when sin felt so much like sunshine on your skin, when it was blue and brilliant gold, so vivid you could almost taste the colors—when sin was a wisp of that heartbreaking warmth, so desperately craved during those long, cold, solitary years in the dark…how was one meant to choose atonement?

He would never try to touch the sky, he reasoned. He would only slip out of the shadows and stand in the sunlight for a little while, to quietly absorb some of its warmth, before he sank back into the eternal darkness. Even such a creature as himself yearned for some small comfort, after all.

A soft voice broke in, drawing him from his ruminations. “Um. Mr. Valentine? Are you coming to dinner?”

It was the lighter haired girl. Aerith Gainsborough. And she looked like she was cautiously approaching a rabid dog.

Vincent suppressed a sigh and withdrew deeper into his cloak, in order to appear less threatening. He couldn’t tell from her expression whether or not it was working. But all he had to do was politely decline, and she would go away.

“No, thank—”

“Hey, Vinnie! Vin!” Cid called out, just then, from ten meters behind her, where the rest of them were gathering. “We’re goin’ to eat, you comin’?”

“Yes, thank you,” Vincent said to the girl, as he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, and strode away toward the group.

Aerith paused for a moment, with an unreadable look on her face, before she trotted after him.

“Did you not like your food, Cloud?” Tifa was asking, as the party exited the restaurant, a couple of hours later.

“Huh? Food?” Cloud said distractedly. “Oh. It was fine.”

“Do you even know what you ate?” Yuffie retorted. “You were staring at your phone the entire time.”

“I wasn’t staring at my—” Cloud pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. “I gotta go. I’ll be back…later.”

“Where are you going? Cloud!” Tifa shouted after him, as he hurried away down the street. Annoyed with the young man’s wayward behavior, she naturally turned to her friend, for support. “Can you believe how rude he’s being? What is going on with him?”

Aerith was looking the other direction, however, apparently engrossed in something else. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Totally. What a jerk.”

“You weren’t even listening!” Tifa said, stamping her foot. “Why is everyone acting like this tonight?”

“You mean, why’s no one paying attention to the princess?” Yuffie smirked.

Tifa scowled. “Shut it, brat. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Yuffie rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know frowning gives you wrinkles?”

“Oh, ho ho! Did you guys see that?!” Aerith exclaimed, startling them both.

“See what?” they replied, nearly in unison.

“Mr. Valentine just yawned, and exactly ten seconds later, Mr. Highwind said he was tired and wanted to head back!” She gave a delighted little giggle and then squealed, clutching her phone to her chest, like a teddy bear.

Yuffie and Tifa looked at each other, then back at her, with expressions one might adopt when addressing a mental patient.

“Mr. Valentine yawns all the time, Aeri-chan,” Tifa pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s so interesting about old men being tired?” Yuffie scoffed. “They both fell asleep in the theater, the other night, and you weren’t wetting your pants about that.”

Tifa made a face. “You want to rethink that phrasing, maybe?”

“Hehehe it’s nothing, nothing at all. You wouldn’t understand,” Aerith gloated, while rapidly typing something on her phone. She hit what must have been the ‘send’ button, with an air of triumph, then finally looked up. “Hey…where did Cloud go?”

Over the next several days, Vincent began to get a feeling that he was being watched. He had this feeling because he was definitely being watched. By the Gainsborough girl, of all people. She seemed to have taken an unusual interest in his activities, and had been surreptitiously observing him, at random intervals throughout each day.

He was aware of it pretty much immediately, due to his high level of training and artificially heightened senses, and also the fact that she was really bad at spying. Like, he literally saw her ducking behind a trash can, once. Whoever among their enemies had got to her, they obviously hadn’t given her much in the way of instruction, before they sent her to work. Maybe it was a blackmail job.

Either way, if she was under hostile influence, she was now a threat to the group, and it was his duty to get to the bottom of it. It’d be better not to alert the others, yet, in case anyone else was compromised, so he’d be going this one alone. Besides, it wasn’t as if he needed help handling one little teenaged girl.

That night, after supper, he took a walk around the general area of the group’s rooms, making sure he was clearly seen, then faded into the shadows, to lie in wait for the spy. Three minutes and seventeen seconds later, he heard stealthy footsteps coming down the walk.

Tch. Amateur. She didn’t disguise her gait, control her breathing, or even try to mask her scent. When she passed the dark space between the buildings, she was playing with her phone, pretending to be looking at it, but glancing stealthily about, obviously looking for her target.

In less time than it takes for a human heart to beat once, a whirl of crimson whipped out of the narrow alley, silently engulfed the young woman, and vanished. Behind the building, in the deep shadows, Aerith suddenly found herself pinned against a brick wall, with the big triple-barrel of Cerberus pressed to her throat.

“Scream and it will be the last sound you make in this life,” Vincent said, in a low, menacing snarl (which was just his usual voice but slightly quieter). “Who are you working for?”

“Mr. Valentine?” Aerith replied, in a normal, conversational tone, looking at his face, rather than the gun, for which he had to inwardly applaud her cool-headedness under duress. “What are you doing lurking around in the alley?”

The hammer clicked back. “A name, Ms. Gainsborough. Or I paint this wall with your—”

“Oh, please, you’re not going to kill me,” she laughed (Actually laughed! At him!!). “If you were, you’d have cut my throat or strangled me right away, instead of trying to scare me with your very loud gun, with all our friends right within hearing distance.”

He wrapped his other hand around her neck and holstered the weapon. “You’re right. There are plenty of ways to kill you quietly. Answer the question. Who are you working for? How did they get to you? Are they blackmailing you? Holding someone hostage? If so, why did you not come to us for help, rather than betray us?”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” She eyed him doubtfully. “Are you…feeling ok, Mr. Valentine?”

“I am never feeling ok. That is beside the point. You have been following me and spying on me, for five days. You appear to be recording my movements and reporting them to someone. I also saw you take several photographs of me and Cid Highwind, when you believed yourself to be unobserved.”

Her eyes went wide. “Eh? You saw tha—I mean, I have no idea what you mean! You have no right to interrogate me! I want a lawyer!”

“A lawyer? I am not with the police, Ms. Gainsborough. In case you forgot…I’m a monster.” As he said this, he leaned closer, baring his sharp canine teeth, and letting his irises flash brilliant crimson-gold, in the darkness of the alleyway.

“Ooh, that was so cool!” Aerith breathed. “Wow, you’re really sexy, Mr. Valentine.”

Vincent choked and actually took a step back, letting go of her neck, from sheer astonishment. “What are you—that’s not—how can a nice young lady like yourself use such a word, so casually!”

“What, sexy? You really have been living in a coffin, haven’t you. Times have changed. Nice young ladies like me can say and think and do whatever we want. That includes thinking you’re sexy and telling you so. Not that I’m into you! Even if I swung that way, you’re like a million years too old for me, yuck.”

When she said that last bit, she laughed and stuck her tongue out, with a little shudder of disgust, to which Vincent took great umbrage. He was old, sure, but he didn’t look old. He looked pretty good, he thought. Anyway, he definitely wasn’t worthy of a shudder.

Also, how did this tiny girl flip the situation around on him, so fast! Saying all these bizarre things and confusing him! On top of that, she wasn’t even a little bit scared of him! That hurt his pride even more than the shudder, and he became morose.

“As I was saying, you’ve got the situation all wrong,” Aerith informed him, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “I mean, yeah…maybe I was spying on you a little. But that was for my own reasons. No one got to me and I’m not betraying anyone. I’m actually your ally, here. Maybe the only one you have.”

Vincent was hiding in his collar, with his arms crossed sullenly, glowering down at her from the shadow of his black bangs. “What nonsense are you talking? What do you mean, ally?”

“Let’s just say, I represent a certain community, of very devoted, extremely supportive enthusiasts, who take a special interest in…gentlemen such as yourself.”

This was definitely some kind of trick, to trip him up, but he couldn’t see the hook yet. Better play along, for now. “Such as myself, in what way?”

“Gentlemen who, you know,” she winked suggestively, which nearly sent him stumbling back another step, “prefer the company of other gentlemen.”

“I prefer no one’s company,” he growled. “Try again.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Not even…Mr. Highwind’s?”

What the hellfire? What did she know?? Would he have to kill her, after all?!

“I can tell by the look on your…forehead, that you know what I’m talking about,” the infuriating and deeply bewildering young woman continued. “It’s also clear from my observations, that no one else knows. And that, if it’s left up to you, he never will. That is where your dearly devoted fujoshi sisters come in.”

This was obviously an attempt to baffle him with more gibberish. Vincent’s hand was already on Cerberus’ stock again. “You’re stalling. So, you have backup coming. You think they can kill me, before I kill you?”

“Seriously, tone down the drama, Mr. Valentine. I’m trying to tell you I want to help you. Look, I’ll show you.” She pulled her phone out and held it up so he could look at the screen. “This is our server. These are all sisters—that’s what we call our members. Each channel is devoted to a different ship, but we encourage multi-shipping and no ship hate is allowed, whatsoever.”

“Channel? Ship? You like…nautical engineering?” Vincent attempted, utterly at a loss.

“Ship is short for relationship. The Fujo-Friends server is dedicated to fanship of the MLM variety.”

He blinked stupidly at the screen, as she scrolled through what she called a channel. It looked like a group chat, sort of like the one their party used on the phone, but it was made up of far more participants.

They all had little cartoon avatars, and inexplicable names, like ‘Mrs. Genesis’ and ‘disco slut kadaj’ and ‘sefikurafan’ and ‘rudeXlovesXreno’, and even a ‘Sephiroth’s Daddy’ which he did not like, at all. Messages were popping up, constantly, and they seemed to be talking about…

Vincent’s head spun, and he had to lean on the wall, to catch his breath. He had literally never seen so many euphemisms for that crucial part of the male anatomy, in his life. He didn't even know most of them, before.

How…how could all of those people talk so openly about these things? How could they all care enough about total strangers, to say so many weird and perverse (and also a lot of very sweet and supportive) things, about them? How could they know so much more about that kind of thing than he did?!

He passed a hand over his brow. “You, and all these other women…you talk about men, having…sexual relationships, with other men? Why?”

“Oh, it’s not just women,” Aerith chirped. “We welcome sisters of all genders. Why do we do it? For a ton of reasons. Mostly because it’s fun, but honestly, a lot of us are just sick of the heteronormative status-quo getting pushed on us in every form of media, and want to imagine more people in happy, queer relationships. I mean, there are toxic ships, too, but those are strictly for the sake of hotness. We don’t condone any abusive or unhealthy relationships, IRL.”

Vincent shook his head helplessly. “I—I don’t know what any of those words mean.”

“It’s ok, that’s why I offered to help you. You don’t seem to know what you’re doing in that area. Like, at all.”

“What I’m doing in which area?”

“Well…you like Mr. Highwind, right?”

“If you already know, why do you keep asking,” Vincent returned crossly.

“Good! The first step is talking about your crush to a trusted friend,” Aerith encouraged.

“Who said you were a trusted—”

“As for the other steps, a socially challenged but otherwise high-spec man, like you, is just the kind of person who could benefit from the sisters’ help! Don’t worry, I won’t put you on the server, or anything. Unless you want me to.” Vincent’s glare intensified. “Ok, I’ll take that as a no. What I can do for you, is act as your relationship consultant. With the input of the sisters, of course. The Fujo-Friends will help you make a plan to get your man!”

Vincent nodded. “I’m leaving. Goodnight.”

“No, no, wait!” Aerith said, stepping hastily in front of him. “Just hear me out, ok? I know this all probably seems ridiculous to you, but…I can’t stand seeing you so sad, Mr. Valentine. You’re a good person, and you’ve survived through so much. You deserve happiness. You deserve love. And I deserve to see you and Mr. Highwind together.”

“A good person.” His lip curled in a sneer, which was totally lost on Aerith, as it did so behind his collar. “What could possibly have lead you to believe that about me? Do good people live in coffins in the basements of disused bioengineering facilities?”

“They do if they’re trying to protect other people from something. I know your story. What happened to you. And I know all you’ve done is help people, since you went underground. You’re even helping us, now. So…let me help you, a little. Consider it a thank you, for being on the team.”

Vincent withdrew gloomily into his cloak again (like a turtle retracting into its shell, which was far more adorable than he realized or he’d never do it again), and said nothing. But he didn’t say no. The moment he failed to say no, he handed Aerith the reins.

“Great! So excited to get started!” She clapped her hands delightedly and bounced up and down, like a child. “I'll message you tomorrow morning, with the details!”

Vincent sighed heavily. “Alright.”

He was still in a daze, musing on how he’d even gotten into this mess, when he found himself back in his room. It was…something of a relief, to be honest. He had no idea how to ask for help and wouldn’t have accepted it, if it was offered.

But if it was urgently pressed upon him, what choice did he have? He couldn’t hurt Ms. Gainsborough’s feelings, after she’d been so kind as to reach out to him. Aside from Cid, she was the first one in the group to speak directly to him, excluding strictly necessary communication.

Also, he had a sneaking suspicion that this small girl could be scarier than Sephiroth, if she took a mind to, and he had no desire to find out if he was correct.

link to it on my ao3 just in case you want to leave me a nice comment. or a mean one fuck it bring it on

[gemstone-golem]

Week 2 of my daily art project: OCtober!

this week was definitely more rough than the last one. i still feel happy with a lot of these designs, but drawing these were a lot more rough than the last week.

costume reasonings under the cut!

-ive shown off Broken Sky before this, she was chosen as Zeus from Hades because shes a thunderstorm of a woman, being dressed as the god of thunder just made sense for me.

-Viola and Martha are basically a lesbian duo who love eachother dearly, so having them dress up as what would basically be their inverses was fun. so yeah, luigi and king boo.

-Pcal is a dumbas catgirl i made for my girlfriend. so obviously i draw the dumb catgirl as the iconic dumb cat girl, neko ar- I MEAN! Arcueid Brunestud. shes an iconic fighting game character and i just thought itd be fun to represent her. im totally not a dipshit with this choice no. totally not.

-Johnathan Ilk is this weird guy. like scary weird. hes not ultimately trying to be harmful, but hes fucked up. he also has an inate connection to the forest, as he skins several dozen animals a day. making his costume be Leshy from Inscryption was basically a perfect idea in my head.

-okay so. chese is weird because its so specific. its a deltarune au character, ill explain. Chese is a robot, and its name stands for Chaos and Havoc Era Service Engine, so itsjust. a chaotic robot! making it based on Junkil REDUX, a robot body form (i think) whos also about chaos and whatever, it was a good idea in my head! i think.

-Megan and Souble are also a duo but its the same kinda inverse situation. i chose the two characters from clash of clans of all games, because one is a red cloaked black haired human thunder wizard and another is a beige clothed goblin rogue, but megan is a red cloaked red haired human rogue, and souble is a beige clothed goblin weather wizard! it was a fun inversion i liked. also fun fact, i actually used the color pallates of the opposite characters for their outfits in this drawing! megan has the colors of souble's outfits, and souble has the colors of megan's outfits!

-day 14 is the weekend, and on the weekends im planning to draw the ocs of my friends, so i chose a discord friend of mines bee oc. she asked for Jelly to be drawn as Buzzinga from My Singing Monsters, so it was p fun to. do this. i dont got much to say here tho.

[boyakishantrinity]

That time Eleanor visited a military base from an accident.

"So, good news. Mike's fixed the engine. Bad news, Mike is dead."

Eleanor closed the door, Ursa looking to Melina before rushing to his feet.

The body had been pushed into a coffin. Three humans dead in three seperate jobs that went wrong.

"... I get the feeling you're the Sinbad of space."

Grunting, the twenty something crew of the Delfin awaiting new orders as the large bear straightened his back.

"Status report?"

"... We'll have to refuel at a military base."

The man paused. Breathing through his nostrils. And then looked to the team.

"... Wait, you can detach the payload from the rockets?"

"... Yes?"

"And the rockets are remote controlled, have a guiding system and basic deterrence AI."

"... Yes?"

Turning to the supervisor, blinking in confusion as they solemnly nodded.

"... Are you stupid. I've been on military bases on earth, we have similar tech."

"... What's wrong?"

Raising her hands over her head, she exclaims.

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO AIM THE ROCKET TOWARDS A TARGET, LAUNCH THE PAYLOAD, RETURN TO THE SHIP AND- ... How long have you been doing this?"

"... NOW HOLD- ... Uhhh, why?"

Clasping her hands together. Muttering as she looks to the floor.

"Y'know this is why our military is based on coordinated individuals... Answer the fucking question. LIEUTENANT."

The Terran continued to slap the senior gunman of his station around the base. Our ship was slowly being restocked, the Admiral sighing as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Been a while."

I finally stated, my friend snarled back her emotion. Sighing as she looks to the data device.

"... Word of advice-"

"I know, but seriously."

Looking down, the gunner walking off in a huff as she called out once more.

"REALLY LIVING UP TO YOUR NAME BLANK."

"... She's truly something else."

This planet was somewhat simple, other than the known bandit problem, the shipment of goods flowed in. Their next job would take them past a few planets, the ship being loaded up, when an emergency rang out.

Ships had appeared above the sky, unknown variables that dropped down ships, metal canisters flying past the powering up shield, door pushing people to the ground as masked individuals stepped out.

Ursa's camera continued, Eleanor shoving another box into place, pausing as a troop of humanoids walked over. Talking in some language, sighing, before walking over.

Some kind of gang war occured next, amidst the fighting. Ships going out of the battle zone as they floated out.

"... I thought you said we had a few days."

She'd revealed pieces during our journey. A member of the human underground, the largely security focused Terran shrugged.

"That's what my friends said, but apparently someone struck first."

And then it got chaotic. A pirate ship ramming itself, the chaos of combat with Eleanor turning on magnets, shooting shells before they'd escaped the battle field.

"... I've been informed about this Terran already."

Throwing her piece onto the table. A few blurry images of a dark skinned girl with blonde hair riding the back of an alien as a blurry something obscured her already blurry body. Revolver in the corner, another blurry image of a cloaked dark haired woman pulling the ear of the dark haired girl. Both wearing masks, the security camera cracked with fire popping the short clip.

"... Yeah. Well, this is all a series of chance."

Taking a seat, the Lumarian took a sigh. Large, butch and gravelly. She continues.

"Cousin. I'd recommend keeping an eye on her."

[and idk. Some kinda one shot]

[dark--eclipse]

He should have known. He really, really should have known better than to get comfortable with things going well in his life. Donnie knew, he knew that anything good coming into his life would soon be overwhelmed by the bad. Would blow away from him like dust in the wind, never to actually return, or something would happen that would negate all the good. But things had been....comfortable. Lately. He and Tikhas were about to make a date out of the All Hallow's Eve festivities, Themis had been developing well, he'd been on track with learning how to control his powers in a way that he hadn't since he had been small. Everything had been going....great.

And that was the crux of the problem. He'd allowed himself to get comfortable, and now--

The day hadn't started out bad. He'd been going from stall to stall on an errand run, purchasing gifts and holding friendly conversation with the shop owners--

And then that voice had run out. That voice that he still heard in his nightmares, on occasion.

"Hmmph. Frida? Is that you?"

Donnie froze, tapping his fingers against his leg out of nervous habit. Oh, no. Shit. Shit. He swallowed, trying to prepare himself, swiveling back towards the proud wyvern who was standing in front of him. "Cyprian. And that's not my name."

"Oh, right. Since you're, you know, doing the whole PLAYING at being a guy thing now." The wyvern approached, curling his claws around Donnie's face even as Donnie hissed at him threateningly. "Heard you got yourself a new little boytoy lately. He as good to you as I was? I mean, I don't really see the point in pretending to be a GUY if you were just gonna get with one anyway--"

"Get off of me." Cyprian was roughly shoved to one side as Donnie side-stepped, brushing his cloak off. "My romantic endeavors are none of your damn business. We broke it off ages ago. Why do you insist on coming slinking back every so often like some kind of cockroach."

"Because I'm tired of seeing you PRETEND to be something you're not. You were perfectly fine acting like a perfect little sweetheart when you were with ME."

"Because I was FOOLING MYSELF. Because I didn't know any better! What we had wasn't healthy, and I am tired of you deluding yourself into believing that it was! We are THROUGH, Cyprian. Do you hear me? THROUGH. And if I EVER see your face around here again, I WILL destroy you."

"Oh, yeah? You're so tough NOW, but what about when you needed your dumb brute of a brother to back you up, huh? You think your new boytoy will love you anymore once he finds out you're just a stupid weak GIRL on the inside? One who couldn't even fight her OWN battles?"

Fuck. His hands were trembling. "Shut up."

"Did you ever tell the rest of your pathetic little family what happened, huh? How you broke things off with me because I suddenly wasn't good enough? Or was it only the one who's stupid enough that he probably forgot all about it once he was done fighting your fights FOR you-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU DON'T GET TO---"

The shadows were exploding out of him and racing towards Cyprian then, but then there was screaming coming from around him and the shadows hesitated and retreated, and Shadow was left looking around at the panicked faces of passerby as they glanced back at him--

"Oh, we still have THAT little problem to deal with too. So much for acting all high and mighty, huh?"

Shit. No. No, he'd said that he wouldn't do this again, he---

Donnie couldn't help it. He turned and bolted, with Cyprian's laughter sounding behind him the entire time as he ran back home. Like a coward. Like everything the wyvern had said he was.

No. No no no, damn it, he'd been doing so well--

[skynetgilesbie]

Chapter 27. Vampires Will Never Hurt You

AN: You know what! I don't give a fuck what you preps think about me! So stop flaming the fucking story, bitches! Thanks to Raven for your love and support and help. I love you, girl. Sorry I couldn't update, lol. I was really depressed and I slit my wrists. I had to go to the hospital. Raven, you rock, girl!

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Everyone in the room started to cry happily—I had saved them. Draco, Lucian, Sirius, and Vampire all came to hug me. The nurse started to give them medicine.

"Come on, Ebony," said Professor Sinister. She was wearing a gothic black leather dress with a corset top and real vampire blood on it and fucking black platinum boots. "I have to tell you the fucking prediction."

I looked at Lucian, Sirius, Draco, and Vampire. They nodded.

I smiled happily and went into a dark room. I had changed. Professor Sinister took out some black cards. She started to look into a black crystal ball. She said... "Tara, I see dark times are near." She said it badly. She peered into the ball. "You see, you must go back in time." She took out a Time-Turner like Bloody Mary had. "When Voldemort was in Hogwarts before he became powerful, he got his heart broken. Now, do you think he would still become Voldemort if he was in love?" I shook my head. "You must go back in time and seduce him. It is the only way. If he is still evil, then you must kill him. You can come to my room tomorrow and you can do it."

"Okay," I said sadly. We did the Death's Touch sin. I went outside again, sadly.

"What fucking happened?" asked Draco and Vampire.

"Yeah, what happened?" asked Darkness, Willow, and Bloody Mary.

I was about to tell them, but everyone was there. They were celebrating Lucian and Sirius being found. Everyone was proud of me, but I just wanted to talk to Draco. They were chanting my name and some reporters were there, trying to interview Dumbledore. A banner was put up. Lots of fucking preps were there, obviously trying to be gothic, wearing the HIM sign on their hands, despite them not actually having heard of him. Even Mr. Norris looked happy. A black and red cake had been brought out. Crabbe and Goyle set up some fireworks in the shape of skulls from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

I put on my Invisibility cloak with Vampire and Draco, and we sneaked outside together.

[deadbeatbirdmom]

@alullinchaos there's an official answer to your question from @incredibly-unprofessional in the tags where I'm reblogging from! I'll copy paste here with a bit of editing so it's easier to read, for the benefit of @starlightsaphron who might be interested too:

#I DIDNT SEE MY TAGS GETTING POSTED AW GEEZ GUYS 🥺🥺

#but yeah ok i have an answer for this! when she follows blake on the boat she doesnt specifically KNOW shes going to menagerie #all she knows is that blakes going on a boat far away and hey if tagging along with blake on a boat gets her far away from her dad so be it #and ik what you guys will think 'wouldnt she likely know where shes going by like whatever the boat says or boat ticket is??'

#and for that i always got the notion that the boat is like one that stops at multiple places #like it stops at menagerie those that are leaving get off/then it goes to mistral those leaving get off/goes back to vale ect... #like maybe weiss just gets like a one way ticket that gets her anywhere

#and then she finds out when her blake and sun (after he reveals himself in thay sea beast fight) are talking and ask her where shes going #who knows if weiss would know exactly about menagerie like maybe the name but not much else about it maybe its not studied a lot

#but yes my idea was that in order to disguise herself she cuts her hair short in so shes like barely recognizeable #like if you guys remember the short hair weiss edits people did? thats the vision!

#she wouldnt have time to cut it on the boat so when they set foot off the boat sun would give her his cloak thing he had on the boat #BECAUSE HES A LIL GENTLEMAN (she is sweating like HELL under it they are on an island but yknow its the thought that counts)

#another reason for cutting her hair is like also the risk of like 'what if people recognise me and send me nack to my dad for reward money' #but for thr most part i dont think the citizens would do much to her like siem side eyes and maybe some comments at first

#in this weiss is actively helping the belladonnas and menagerie against the white fang like shes forging her own path away from her father #standing up for what she feels is right shes earning menagerie citizens respect so those stares and side eyes lessen with time

#i like to think maybe older citizens who emigrated to menageire who maybe worked in the mines with her grandfather would trust her quickly

#and by the time the belladonna house fight is done menagerie is basically like 'fuck the schnees EXCEPT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE SHES COOL'

#but yeah she would be a target for the wf like its fuel to the fire for their reaosning to take down the belladonnas it doesnt phase them #'ofc we are protecting this girl HER DADS TERRIBLE if our daughter trusts her so do we' theyre not gonna hold her dads actions against her

#abd in regards to like jaques i imagine ok first off he takes his time getting to vale cause he doesnt really care that much hes that bitch #like 'oh in all the chaos it was hard to enter vale airspace because of the grimm' (and probably some jab at ironwood he cant help himself)

#like that's why shes able to leave before he arrives cause he takes that long in getting there #and even then jaques would likely put in like the teeniest bit of effort trying to find her for images sake

#But I do imagine he could just be like 'she's missing but presumed to maybe be dead' and milk that for what it's worth for publicity #Plus with Ironwood calling back his people from mistral so nobody gets in and out there would be no way for Jaques to know where she is

#i have so many more thoughts about this but i ranted about it all in the bees discord like MULTIPLE DAYS WORTH but still thank u guys 🥺🥺 #credit isnt just on me since i was bouncing idea around with with meena and riley on discord so THANK U OOMFIES 😚😚

Thanks for sharing what you and your friends came up with, incredibly-unprofessional! I've gotta encourage you to write it as a fic, it's a great AU.

Question of the Week: What's your favorite AU that you've created? (shout yourself out XD)

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Billy & Stu (2/4)

Word count ; 3.7k

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She sat her head on my lap and I combed my fingers through her hair as she drifted off to sleep. After some time, I felt drowsy too, so I leaned back on the couch and took a nap.

My nap ended up being longer than anticipated; by the time my eyes fluttered open, I noticed it was dark outside.

And I could have sworn I heard some shuffling from the kitchen, but Sidney was still cuddling into my lap.

Sidney began to stir, probably from my shifting underneath her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?”

“Probably seven.”

“Oh shit. And Tatum still isn’t here?”

“Practice is probably running late.” The phone started ringing. I pushed Sid off my lap and went to kitchen. I expected it to be Tatum when I lifted it off the receiver. “Tate?”

“Practice ran late,” Tatum was panting from the other side. “I’m on my way, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“Is Sidney holding up well?”

“As good as she could be, I guess. Get here soon, ‘kay?”

“I’m gonna swing by the video store. I was thinking Tom Cruise in ‘All the Right Moves.’ If you pause it just right, you can see his penis—"

“Ew, god no.” My nose scrunched up in disgust. “Just hurry up.”

“Ta-ta!”

With that, I hung up and leaned against the counter. Sidney joined me, still groggy. “Was that her?”

“Yeah, she’s on her way, don’t worry.”

I noticed Sidney was watching out the dark windows but didn’t say anything. We waited quietly. I was a little hungry, but I didn’t feel like bothering the already tormented soul. And I knew I’d be able to raid Tatum’s fridge when we got to her house.

Not even a few minutes later, the phone began ringing. I picked it up, even if Sidney motioned to have it. “Tatum, just get in the car—"

“Hello, Sidney.”

“This… isn’t Sidney. Who is this?” Said girl hovered behind me curiously.

“You tell me.”

“Motherfucker, state your name and business or I’m hanging up—"

Sidney tore the phone out of my grasp. “H - hi, who is this?”

Sidney suddenly rolled her eyes. “Randy, you just gave yourself away. Are you calling from work? ‘Cause if you are, tell Tatum to get her ass over here.” She became rather confused. “I like that thing you’re doing with your voice Randy, it’s sexy.” She twirled the cord and walked around a little. “You know I don’t watch that shit… No, no, what’s the point? They’re all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl that can’t act when she’s running up the steps when she should be going out the front door. It’s insulting to us women.” She sighed, becoming more and more irritated. “Randy, that’s so unoriginal. I’m so disappointed in you.”

Sidney’s expression morphed into that of terror. “So, who are you?” And only a second later, she followed up with, “S - so where are you?”

Sidney picked up the phone and started for the front door. I followed suit, growing ever-so puzzled by her actions. “Sid, who is it?”

“I - I don’t know. They said they’re calling from the front porch,” she hissed fearfully.

She took a moment to peek out the window before throwing the front door open. We both walked onto the porch. I shivered due to the cold evening air. “So can you see me now?” She snickered and stuck her finger up her nose. “What am I doing, huh? Huh, what am I doing?” She suddenly deflated, as though all the tension had rolled off her shoulders. She rolled her eyes. “Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry up, okay? Bye now.”

I could hear shouting coming from the phone, and Sidney seemed genuinely terrified in an instant. I snatched the phone away and began ushering her indoors. “The fuck did you say to her, bitch? Tell me who the fuck you are or I’ll fuckin’ make your life a living hell—"

When I walked past the closet, it suddenly burst open. A muted scream tore from my throat while Sidney jumped back with a screech. I fell limp on the floor, a large, cloaked body having fallen on top of me. Sidney scrambled to kick the man while I tried to push him off me, but the man suddenly slashed Sidney’s ankle. She fell down and began crawling the stairs. I kicked and struggled, thinking that it was the end for me, but the masked murderer clambered off me and made his way toward Sidney.

I collected myself and stood up. The man grabbed Sidney’s injured ankle, to which she screamed and kicked, about to pull her all the way down. However, I thwarted his plan by tackling him. Attempting to shove me off, he ended up falling back, his back on my chest and my back on the floor. I let out a groan of pain, but was glad that Sidney made it to the top of the stairs. She screamed for me to get up, to which I struggled under the man’s weight.

After the intruder had recovered, instead of going for me, the obvious target, he ran up the stairs. He almost grabbed Sidney, but she swung herself into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. I used what strength I had to flop over and push myself up. I was shaking like crazy, even if I couldn’t will myself to scream. I had to get to the phone and call the police.

The masked man was banging on the bedroom door, my gaze glued to him. I picked up the phone and stance myself so that I could fight him off if he tried to attack me. My entire body was trembling like crazy.

In a rush, the murderer chased me down the staircase. I got my foot ready to kick him off, but instead, he ran right around me and went out the back door. I was so shocked by his decision to… not kill me that I dropped the phone just as Tatum entered. She noticed the mess and my frightened state just as Sidney screamed from upstairs.

~~~

After a traumatizing evening, there’s nothing I wanted more than to seek comfort from my mom. For the last half hour, I had curled myself up in the trailer’s moldy old couch with a blanket clutched to my chest. I was scared, yes, but I didn’t cry. I stopped crying years ago, even if I knew it was wrong to have pent up emotions. I was just too stubborn to cry for an asshole who left us alone. And right now, I refused to cry because of some pussy serial killer.

The dim ceiling light flickered. I sighed, knowing I’d have to replace the bulb soon. My toes curled around the blanket as I stared at the black, tiny television. Rain began pattering down the plastic windows. I checked the clock one more, frowning. It was past midnight.

The phone started ringing. As badly as I wanted it to be one of my friends, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be. I let the phone ring, cuddling further into the couch. I checked out the window, but all I could see was the rolling water and darkness.

After a few minutes, they hung up. I knew exactly who was calling when the phone started up again. I sighed, heart thudding loudly in my chest, and forced myself up. I still had the blanket wrapped tightly around me and I hovered over the phone for a moment. I reluctantly picked it up.

“…Hello?”

“Hello, Y/n.”

Lo and behold, it was him. The same deep voice and same teasing tone. I couldn’t help but feign anger as I snapped back, “Piss off, motherfucker. Leave me and my friends alone—"

“Now, now, no need to be so feisty,” his cruel chuckle reverberated. “After all, we don’t want Sidney and Tatum having a surprise visit tonight, hm?”

I squeezed the phone tightly. “Fuck you. What do you want?”

“You.”

I fell silent and I felt so, so chilly. My blood went cold. I wasn’t sure how to respond, or if I could even respond in the first place. The phone let out small creaks under my tightened grasp. Oh, I was far too scared. “…What?” I squeaked, passing my plush body against the wall.

“You heard me, Y/n.”

“Wh - what did I ever do to deserve it? What did Sidney ever do? I - I know I’m not the nicest, but I don’t deserve to die—"

I was interrupted by loud, maniacal laughter from the other side. I pulled the phone away from my ear and slammed it on the receiver. I leaned further against the wall, and I lost my shit right then and there when I continued to hear the laughter - right outside my trailer. I slammed my body against the door and checked the lock. A force suddenly started pushing into it, but I managed to lock it in time.

I let out a muted scream and scrambled to call nine-one-one. The killer kept slamming his body into the front door, and it was starting to give. The trailer was old and small, so it was hardly a place of comfort. I called nine-one-one, but the trailer door came crashing down. My sight zoned in on the glint of a familiar ornate knife. I screamed louder and scrambled into the tiny living room.

The killer had regained his composure and stood in the hallway, sufficiently blocking any escape I could’ve made. My entire body was trembling and I could tell he was enjoying the stare-down. I prayed that the police would track my call and come to the rescue.

Taunting me, the killer glided his gloved finger over the blade. He tilted his head and took a step forward. So, naturally, I took a step back.

As a last ditch effort to escape, I turned tail and ran into the bedroom, where there were two bunk beds. I slammed the door behind me, holding it shut since it didn’t have a lock. In the small space, there was but one window. And I knew that was my only chance of not dying.

The killer kept shoving his body into the door. I counted the rhythm, and when the killer back up to get momentum, I jumped away from the door. He came crashing through and fell to the ground. I let out a squeak of fright and went for the window while the intruder scrambled around the floor. I threw the window open, immediately getting coated in water. I gripped the sides and tried climbing through, but a gloved hand jerked my ankle. I hit my head on the rim, causing me to groan. I was being dragged further on the plastic floor, but I was too dazed from the definite concussion to kick. I let out quiet whimpers and caved, waiting for a knife to plunge into me.

The tall killer had straddled my waist. I felt the knife skim across my neck and circle right over my heart. Then it traveled all the way to my stomach.

Oh no. I was going to be gutted, wasn’t I?

A hand suddenly slid up to my throat, the satin gloves brushing against my hands. For a serial killer, his touch was gentle. Tears slid down my cheeks and I couldn’t bear to open my eyes. He gave my throat a taunting and sudden squeeze, and I couldn’t help but let out a cough. My arms were suddenly restrained to the above my head, and the killer had surprisingly abandoned his knife.

I struggled to get my wrists free, absolutely mesmerized out of fear as the intruder loomed over me. His free hand pressed my cheek before pausing over it. I was as confused as I was anything else, but due to his… nonviolent course of actions, I was getting pissed off enough to scrunch my nose up.

“Ge… get it over with, m - motherfucker,” I hissed hatefully, sending him a harsh glare.

He tilted his head again, leaning closer. I bit my lip so hard it started bleeding as I was forced to stare into the murderer’s long mask. It was a long staredown, his inching closer with each passing moment. And, for some reason, he shoved his head into the crook of my neck. I felt his warm breath hazing over my flesh through the mask. I shuddered, feeling oh-so vulnerable in this position. Please, someone save me —

An audible gasp came from the living room. It startled both me and the intruder, who scrambled off me. He snitched his knife and I screamed desperately. I couldn’t let this bitch hurt my mom, no!

I crawled after and almost succeeded in tackling him. My mother screamed from the living room, so I ran in afterward, absolutely petrified. I heard police sirens in the distance, but I paid them no heed. The killer was gone and my mother… had a large slash against her chest. She was leaning agains the wall, clutching her wound. Tears flooded down my cheeks as I ran to cradle the woman in my arms. She was sobbing too, but she kept saying how glad she was I was okay.

My mind was racing. That asshole slashed my mother without thought even though she only showed up a moment ago. So what the hell did he want with me? He had so much time to slice and dice, and yet he wasted his time… sniffing my neck?

I had more concerning things to worry about. My poor mother was severely injured, so no way in hell could I leave her side.

~~~

Of-fucking-course.

I watched the school yard from a distance, staring down the news vehicles and hoard of reporters. It’d already been one day - I took it off the stay with my mother in the hospital - and yet those fuckers were still waiting to hear from me and Sid as if it was any of their damn business.

An arm was tossed around my shoulder. I let out a gasp and pushed the person away, only to find that it was Stu. His usual goofy grin faltered. I let out a sigh of relief. I… was glad he was here, since maybe he’d make the school day a little more bearable.

“Oh… sorry,” I muttered. After being attacked, I couldn’t help but constantly feel vulnerable. I was a whirlpool of so many negative emotions.

“Hey, hey, it’s cool!” Stu reassured, grabbing my shoulder. “Man, you should really stay over tonight or something, I heard about what happened.”

I bit my lip nervously as Stu started pulling me toward the school. “Things may be… rough right now, but you should really focus on your girlfriend instead. I couldn’t sleep over in good conscious, although I appreciate it, Stuart,” I muttered.

Stu frowned, pulling me closer. “Ya sure? At least come over for a movie night.”

“I wanna stay with my mom. That… asshole may wanna finish her off, I can’t risk it,” I choked, head drooping.

Stu rubbed my back comfortingly.

As we approached the yard, unsurprisingly, the reporters began to spot us. Or, rather, me. Sidney must’ve arrived earlier with Tatum. I knew she was still scared about Billy showing up, but it obviously wasn’t him. The police knew that now, so hopefully the poor guy was released.

“Y/n L/n! How does it feel to almost be brutally butchered?” one woman called, rushing up and shoving a camera in my face.

This started a chain of events, in which a man also followed up, shouting, “Is your mother dead?”

“Do you have any idea who the killer is —?”

I couldn’t muster the courage to intimidate the annoying assholes. Stu, though, seemed royally ticked off. He tossed them a middle finger with a scowl. “Piss off and leave her alone!”

“We have the right to know,” one of them argued.

“No you fucking don’t. She was attacked and you’re harassing her,” Stu growled, knocking one of the cameras to the ground. “Come on, let’s go.”

The reporters were scrambling to fix their cameras, so we took the chance to dart into the school. I felt so weak. Why the hell should I need my friend to stand up for me? Why the hell couldn’t I even call the police or protect my mom? This serial killer was making a fool out of me.

Tears welled in my eyes and I bowed my head further. We entered the busy crowd of high school students. I was glad that Stu was here, clingy and affectionate as usual. Even if I was usually apprehensive, I couldn’t help but lean further into his body.

“Hey, uh, has Billy been fuckin’ released?” I asked awkwardly.

Stu nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Your attack was enough to convince the cops.”

“I just - I just don’t know what that asshole wants,” I muttered desperately, my voice cracking. “The guy had the chance to kill me and yet he goes for my poor mom who has it hard enough. Whoever the fuck it is… I hate him.”

Stu tensed as we pulled up to my locker. Energetically he cupped my cheeks and squished them. “Hey, man, it’ll be okay. We’re at school now. Are ya gonna come to class?” he pouted.

I sighed, leaning into his touch ever so slightly. “Nah. I don’t like knowing I could end up sitting next to a murderer… Thanks for being so, uh, fuckin’ nice, Stuart.”

Stu grinned and pulled away. I placed my bag inside my locker as Stu wrapped his arms around my waist. It was rather needy, but I guess it wasn’t the right time to shy away from his constant affection. Sidney and Tatum weaved through the crowd and found us.

Sidney was quick to envelope me in a warm hug. “You should have slept over, Y/n! I’m so sorry about what happened to your mom,” she croaked.

I sighed, hugging back. Stu still had an unwinding grip on me, but Tatum’s glare made him shrink away and turn his attention over to his girlfriend. I rubbed Sid’s back. “I’m glad you’re safe, too.”

Sidney pulled away and directed her attention to Stu. “Haven’t seen Billy around. Is he really pissed?”

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman? No, his heart is broken—"

“Stu!” Tatum scolded while hitting his arm.

“Ow,” he feigned dramatically, saddling up next to me.

Suddenly, someone in a copycat costume came zooming down the hallway shouting. I flinched and grabbed Stu’s arm, still frightened from the copycat. Sidney was just as startled, but Tatum was there to comfort her.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney exasperatedly cried.

“Are you kidding? It’s like Christmas!” Stu exclaimed.

I sent him a glare and distanced myself again while Tatum knocked him upside the head. “Stupidity leak!” Tatum went back to sucking on her lollipop while glaring at the boy.

“Yo, take it easy!” Stu chuckled.

Sidney wasn’t doing so well. She took off down the hallway, having burst into tears. I sent Stu one more glare before racing after her. However, the crowd was too much, and I quickly lost her. I figured she went downstairs, however, I ended up knocking right into a boy.

The man caught me, and I realized it was Billy. As glad as I was to see him free, I was worried to Sidney. “H - hey, did you see where Sidney went?”

Billy smirked, grabbing my arm. “Wow, what a warm welcome. Is everything okay?”

“You… you don’t know about anything that fuckin’ happened, huh?” I reluctantly inquired, feeling uncomfortable with how he still kept a hold of my arm.

“No. Can’t ya tell me?” he said, tongue swiping over his lips as he stared me down. “I don’t know what’s been going on, but I’m worried about ya, doll.”

Shivers went up my spine. I’m not sure why I was reacting this way to my somewhat beloved friend, but he was staring at me like a piece of meat. Had he always been this… seductive? Surely, he knew what he was doing.

“Uh-huh. Well, why don’t you ask your girlfriend. I’m glad you’re out of fuckin’ prison, but I need to find Sid, Bill,” I tittered.

“Woah, woah, woah, don’t tell me you think it’s me,” he defensively said. The students were getting scarcer and I tried tugging out of Billy’s grasp. However, he just grabbed my other arm and pushed against the wall. I struggled further, having developed a slight fear of the boy. He didn’t look angry. “Come on, doll face, just tell me what happened!”

“Bill, let go of me,” I pleaded, my panic rising. “Shit happened, okay? Didn’t Stu already tell you?”

Billy sighed and his tight grip moved to my elbows. He let go of my arms and grabbed my waist, suddenly pulling me to his chest. His hands wrapped around my waist and I was stuffed tightly against him. He burrowed his face in my neck, and it was like all at once he was reminding me of the intruder. However, his hands soothingly rubbed my back, causing a conflict to rise within me. Billy was scaring me, but I also knew he was still my innocent friend.

He eventually pulled away, his gaze fixated and worried. “Stu mentioned an attack, but didn’t go into details.”

“Oh. Well, uh, almost died I guess. And my mom’s in the hospital, so… But I’m definitely more worried about Sid, since her mom died and all. You really should find her, Bill.”

Billy’s head drooped slightly. “I’m sorry that happened. Maybe I’ll talk to Sid, but, uh, I’m pretty sure it’s not reciprocated.”

“Hey, it’s obviously not you. She - we were scared and you just… showed up. It was suspicious, but I know you’re not the killer. You wouldn’t do something like that. You,” I chuckled, “and Stu may annoy the shit outta me, but you’re no killer.”

“Yeah. Well, can you sit with me and Stu during lunch?”

“I’m gonna sit with Sid, sorry.”

Billy’s mouth morphed into a frown and his eyes twitched. “…Yeah, okay. I’m gonna get to class, I’ll see ya later, doll.”

“…Right. Later, Bill.”