#all for their blue haired gurlies

[raihyeon]

I think we're gonna have to rewind again, Max

[blkkizzat]

WWait you watch bleach 😍😍😍😍 OMG GURLIE WHOS YOUR FAV 😔✊ OK mines got to be grimjow I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO SPELL HIS NAME BUT THE BLUE HAIR ARCHGOD😭😭

yessss mamas!!! bleach was the first anime i watched when i seriously got into anime (grew up watching sailor moon tho) aizen is my ultimate fav like hes top 5 anime characters of all time but next im with you im TOTES a grimmjow (you were close babes!) girlie!!

[sullys-nose-hair]

You were being naughty uwu 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️(jtk ofc)

Twirling and pulling my armpit hairs I was moaning in Jeff's ugky ass room while being on his stale bed sheets my CUTE GIRLY SWEET little voice just let out the CUTEST moans.

I srlsy am jus perfect

My 00000.1 cm legs trembled in the most CUTE and PERFECT way as u think I let out a little bit of piss from how good I was feeling playing wit my armpit hair.

Jeff didn't needa know I was being a naughty little kitten and playing with my sexy 10 ft long blonde armpit hair that had all the other boys in the mansion fall inlove w me

I'm jus so perfect

Suddenly the door slaed open in a sexy and dominate way as my Jeffy weffy boo stood on his thin legs that srlsy needed life support and it was a wonder on how he was still standing in them. His sexy black hair fell beneath his shoulders, the lice so easy to see crawling around in there just making me cream my cute Christmas themed outfit.

(this is ur cute Christmas themed outfit btw)

"Ma sexi bebeahha wha arae ya doin'" My Jeffy weffy poo boos sexy voice fileld my cute 1cm WHITE ears and I creamed in my BEAUTIFUL outfit again, my blue orbs not leaving Jeff's skinny form.

His lice made it's way into my vagina, twisting and turning as they ate a little bit of my CUTE AND TASTY flesh. Infesting in my vag as my toes curled, my 2 yard ling toenails digging into my flesh, cutting it up as my CUTE SEDY PERFECT BEAUTIFUL GURLY voice filled Jeffy weffys beetle infected room.

"ye tha rig ma creatures punisha my bebeha growl" Jeff's SEXU DOMINATE RASPY DEEP voice filled my ears that are WHITE as his little lice buddies followed his command and started literally eating my vag.

"j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-jeffy p-p-p-p-p-p-poo p-p-p-p-p-p-please h-h-h-have m-m-m-m-mercy o-o-o-o-o-o-on m-m-m-m-m-me" my GURLY CUTE BUEATIFYL ERTHESL voice squeaked out in between my CUTE moans as his SEXY DARK BLUE eyes filled with DOMANICE AND SEXILESS glazed down on my cute 00000000000.1 cm ft form. My 10 yard tites bouncing up and down as the lice started to spread onto my titties. My 100000 yard ass making me jit even touch his bed as it grew even more wit how excited I was and my CUTE AND SMALL waist making me have the PERFECT hourglass paired with my FLAT AND PERFECT stomach.

"bebeha growl ya needa paay fa ya bein nauoghty" his sexi and DOMANICE voice called out to me as his lice started to infest and nibble on my cute, thick yes SKINNY body.

I'm jus so perfect

My pookies wookies 🥺☝️ @backpackin @oreosplease @spooky-donut-ghost-house @urratfather01 @tomfuckery06

Getting a lil rusty istg🤧😔

[trippygalaxy]

HEYYYYYY GURLY POPPP, so i wanted to tell this to someone but idk who so why not u <3! Is there by any chance yk fnaf? If you do, yk Elizabeth Afton? Now compare here with princess Zelda from Four Swords. Pretty similar right? When ppl draw that Zelda with Orange hair the only thought would be "Ayo Elizabeth Afton??? Circus baby???" So just imagine a reader, modern one ofc, and they land in fours hyrule with that chain. I could only imagine them when they see fours zelda be like

"ELIZABETH AFTONS????? HUHHH???? I thought that was game....... WAIT IF IT ISNT- OH NAHHHHH I AINT GONNA BE ABLE TO SLEEP TONIGHT" chain plus zelda be like "wha-"

Ty for hearin my thoughts trippy! I hope you have a good day/night/afternoon! Stay safe!

DUDE I LOVE FNAF SO MUCH???? The lore is so confusing but thats also what i like about it!!

Reader have a crisis while trying to figure out how and why the two universe are connected is the funniest thing to me-

Lik reader is deadass trying to tell if Zelda’s dad was william by asking the nost out if pocket questions

“Does your dad LOVE purple? Does he gas a dislike for xhildren? Maybe he likes bunny? Blue ones or golden ones?OH DIES HE LIKE PIZZA?”

And zelda is all like wtf is pizza??

[witchthewriter]

hello, love

1st and foremost i wanna thank you bc you give so much content and truly make me feel like im back on 2014 tumblr nostalgia.. so lots of love your way cs i adore you and your stuff and you brighten my day♡

i wanna ask for a lvl 2 ship (did 4 rbs and will do more heh..) cs those honestly are so much fun ♡ for Marvel, hotd and stranger things

describing myself.. as for looks i am 5.3, petite. hair is wavy, atm in a shaggy/wolf cut bob that's brown with my natular blond ends showing. eyes r dark blue sorta like denim. also have tons and tons of freckles/moles all over my bod

as for personality.. ppl say i am a smartass and way to sarcastic borderline mean at times. (esp that to my crushes..) yet that's cs I'm get nervous around ppl and become too teasingly mean for some reason. so all in all my friends say i look and even behave sorta like a b3tch and yet to close friends im a ride or die. and wjen it comes to any sexy business i try to be bratty and yet am suchhh a sub pft so all mean facade crumbles. im a straight gurlie that uses she/her pronouns

i like spitting random facts, enjoy walks and new places, study art. drink way too much coffee.. mb a lil too much wine/beer too heh. and am a passionate horror fan. also have no phobias.. literally don't give a damn about anything. did archery and knife fighting so i can whoop someones butt if needed~

once again sending loads of positive vibes your way love~ ♡

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

Hello!!! Oh my god, a fellow OG! Thank you for being so kind, and for participating!

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏: ✧ Outgoing ✧ Care-free ✧ Light-hearted ✧ Loyal

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Argyle! I think you suit someone who doesn't take offense easily, who walks on the more chaotic side of life, and likes lifes' pleasures.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You have endless pizzas, like a lifetime supply. He never makes you pay, and you always go to the store that he works at - so everyone knows you (yay free pizza!!!)

・Just a pair of giggling gurties; once you start you can't stop

・You never feel uncomfortable around Argyle; it's like he just understands everything.

・Getting into trouble, but somehow always getting out of it?

・ Chilling in his van, whether that's smoking, drinking or just laying on your backs and talking about life

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Thor - more specifically, I ship you with What If! Thor, where he grows up as an only son. In this he's more the Thor that Taika creates; fun-loving, carefree etc. This is especially seen in What If! Thor, he's storyline is that he goes out partying.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You and Thor would be two chaotic dumbasses who probably share a brain cell (not to be an insult, it's just a trope.)

・You make each other laugh all the time, and there is rarely a bad mood in sight.

・You have millions of inside jokes. That ONLY you and Thor understand. It makes your relationship feel special.

・He defends you against ANYONE, no one can speak ill of his lady

・Like two golden retrievers in love <3 always fawning over each other, making each other snort in laughter

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I don't know if you know much about Ser Harwin Strong, but this man is a cool guy. I mean look at the way he reacts to seeing a princess covered in blood? He's like, 'shiiiiii aight.'

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He loves laying in between your legs in bed. Whether you're reading or talking, he'll climb onto you and push his back onto your stomach, so you can play with his hair

・He also loves to hear about gossip, but you're like "no Harwin, we don't like that person," and he goes, "oh right right sorry love."

・He rarely gets jealous but is very protective

・Isn't much for tradition and has an open-mind. This is very unusual in those times, and he astounds you. Most men want a wife to bed and have children and make them dinner. Harwin isn't like that, he wants to know about you. He'd marry you for love, not for reputation or what's expected.

・Pet names for you are, 'Love, Sweetheart, Darlin'

[xcactusarto]

Heaven Help Me

an Aoyama Yuga x Iida Tenya university au fic

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33615358

Summary:

What would happen if you found out the person that ordered art prints from you is the guy you’ve been interested in and lives 2 dorms away from you?

Poor Aoyama is denying his feelings from all the times boys broke his little heart, but this guy seems different and became even more special after Aoyama finds out this dude is a big fan of his art! Will he deliver the art prints himself or just leave the package at his door?

Part 1 / ?

Chapter 2 -

Aoyama was anxious to spill the tea on what had just happened to Bakugou once he could go back to his dorm. Even if he was excited to spill the beans, his stomach was not in good shape. He knew this feeling all too well.

He wanted it gone.

Aoyama arrived 5 minutes late after having to change routes and hiding between the bushes next to the art building to throw up dramatically. Thankfully his teacher was late so he could calm down and sit down. Aoyama felt seasick despite only having butterflies. Throw up could happen or the shits. ‘Not in this outfit’ Aoyama thought as he gripped his phone. The class only lasts 30 mins. Since his teacher was late probably less. Maybe he could text Bakugou about how sick he felt maybe they could walk together to the dorms.

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Baku dear! My stomach is being very bitchy ~(>_<~) could you pick me up???

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5 mins passed and Bakugou didn’t answer. Nor did the teacher show up yet. Aoyama looked around and his classmates looked confused as well. Aoyama looks a little to his right and whispers to his classmate.

“Dear, uh do you know if we had class today?”, his classmate looked at him and whispered back.

“Gurlie I’m not gonna lie, this is the first time in the semester I have come to class”, The classmate giggled and said,” Oh, but dude your outfit is hella cute”. Aoyama smiles at his classmate. A girl with a pink afro, a pink headband that made the knotted ends look like horns on her head, and hazel eyes.

“Oh thank you! But I gotta say you look absolutely dashing! Love the colors!”, Aoyama looked at his classmate up and down scanning her outfit. A blue tie-dye crop top with purple spots that went down to her chest. A black bralette under and some pastel yellow sweatpants that gave Aoyama the idea that she could be a dancer. White sneakers with colorful shoelaces. “What’s your name dear?”, Aoyama asked smiling. A small link formed and it was the start of a very nice and stylish friendship.

“Mina Ashido! And you?”, Mina said excitedly as she almost jumped from her seat. She could see this dude could be a great way to pass the class without having to show up. “Yuga Aoyama. Pleased to meet you.” Aoyama and Mina chatted as they waited for their teacher to show up. Slowly the people around them would get up and leave or just chat with each other. The silence of the room cleared up as Mina and Aoyama laughed and talked about their passion for fashion and their hobbies. Aoyama’s perception of Mina was right, she was a Dance major. She was currently doing ballet because she didn’t want her parents to know she was an underground street dancer. On the other hand, Mina learned Aoyama was a digital artist and even got to see some of his pieces. Both were very passionate and frankly, they could be each other’s moral support.

“Hey how about we exchange numbers?”, Mina said and quickly looked around. They were the only ones in class. The classroom was empty and the clock ticking at the front of the class. The class had just ended. Maybe coming to class wasn’t so bad since Aoyama was here. They both looked at each other and laughed. Aoyama’s butterflies were gone and Mina took away his anxiety of shitting himself.

“Yeah that would be wonderful”, Aoyama and Mina then tapped their phone and so they could now talk to each other without having to be in class. Maybe even hang out sometime. As they walked to the door and parted ways Aoyama could notice Bakugou never replied, but his bitch ass left Aoyama on seen. Aoyama was used to it and knew Bakugou would come. Bakugou often forgot to reply , but would do stuff Aoyama texted him to do or asked.

Aoyama waited outside the building for a while. He then sat down and looked at his phone. Scrolled down on his Twitter and Instagram timeline for some time. Aoyama then let out a sigh and got up. He then plugged in his earphones and as he was about to walk away his dorm neighbor called out to him. “Aoyama-kun! Wait up”, A slightly freckled buff guy with green fluffy curly hair called out to him. He wasn’t very stylish , but was always kind to Aoyama. Even though at one point our little Aoyama stalked him because he wanted to be friends with him. I mean he needed a reference for his styling assignment and he was perfect for the outfit. Aoyama stood there and waited for him to catch up to him. “Did class just finish for you too?”, The green-haired hunk asked Aoyama. Aoyama looked at him and explained his situation of waiting for Bakugou.

“Ah, Kacchan didn’t come to pick you up? I can walk you then since we are going to the same dorms!”, his dorm neighbor was always a lifesaver. “Denki is probably at our dorm so I can text him if he can check if Kacchan is there”.

“Please Midori! I’m worried he is oversleeping again. Which I doubt it...He’s probably working out”, Aoyama said as he locked arms with his neighbor. Midoriya Izuku or as Bakugou called him, ‘Deku’, shared a room with Denki Kaminari. Both Midoriya and Denki were his dorm neighbors and often came to watch movies or just help Aoyama with styling assignments. Midoriya was known by the fashion majors as the guy that wore weird shirts. Today he was wearing a pastel blue pullover that had ‘tiny weenie baby’ on it. Aoyama wanted to chuckle , but decided to hold it in. Midoriya’s boyfriend could probably say that was true. They walked to the dorms and as soon as Aoyama got close to the door he slammed it open.

“BITCH YOU HAD ME WAITING FOR 20 MINS OUTSIDE!”, Aoyama said hand still on the door. Midoriya looking over Aoyama’s shoulder. They had caught Bakugou at a...uh special moment.

“CAN’T YOU KNOCK?!”, Bakugou shouted back as he was making out with a purple-haired dude that looked exhausted. Bakugou was still in pajamas while the other was dressed like an e-boy that had just come out of hot topic after his mother had given him an allowance of $10 to spend on my chemical romance merch. That emo boy was Shinso Hitoshi, Bakugou’s boyfriend, and Aoyama’s ex-boyfriend which actually ended well with no heartbreak. I mean they lasted 1 week. Midoriya sneakily walking away then bumped into Denki who was joined by his dark-haired friend. Aoyama looked behind him and immediately then pulls Midoriya as to show proof in an Ace Attorney game.

“I can’t believe poor little Midori had to take time out of his day to walk me back!” Aoyama said as he hugged Midoriya with puppy eyes.

“W-Well uh technically I was walking back so might as well accompany him, right?” Midoriya nervously smiled as Denki walked into the room and held in the laughter he had from seeing Bakugou slightly flustered from being caught getting it on with Shinso. Bakugou then of course starts arguing with Deku as if Deku was the one at fault. Oh well, Aoyama needed to spill the beans on the guy he saw and interacted with so he gathered Denki, Shinso, and Denki’s friend who was just watching the chaos happening in a room full of gays. Except for Denki he had a girlfriend. I mean he isn’t straight, but bisexual so yeah a gay too. Aoyama shoved them to the other side of the room onto his bottom bunk. They all proceeded to sit down and let Aoyama sit cross-legged in the middle while he held a pillow.

“Oh my gosh, guys please help me snap out of these feelings I’m having! I’M GONNA DIE!”, Aoyama said as he swung his arms around dramatically.

“Is he gonna scooter ankle or is he being dramatic?” Denki’s friend leaned over and whispered in Denki’s ear.

“No Sero, he is just being dramatic about something .”, Shinso said as they looked at Aoyama giving them puppy eyes. Sero Hanta, Denki’s friend who was wrapped up in this situation. Sero is a black-haired dude with a nice wide smile. He often just wore pullovers and looked like those dudes that sits right in front of you in computer class and just watching memes or editing Shrek on Ronal McDonald’s body. Those dudes are pretty chill once you start talking to them.

“Just let him spill the tea guys. I wanna know what made him so anxious”, Denki said as he nudged both of the boys to listen.

“So I was walking to class alright?? And then and then I bumped into this guy while I was checking the time on my phone! And then bam this dude was holding me so sweetly and he was so strong might I add!!”, Aoyama said excitedly as he gripped the pillow close to his chest. The boys on the other hand looked at him. Maybe he’s being dramatic, Denki thought. The room of course was still noisy while Aoyama spilled his feelings on the hunk of a man that literally held him as if it was a shojo manga.

“And then he even HELD MY HAND!! MY PRECIOS HAND TO HAND ME MY PHONE!! He also told me to be careful and walked away as if nothing happened!!”, Aoyama sighs after this and just lets his body lay on the boys legs as he dramatically puts his left arm over his face.

“Well, that was something. How did he look like wey?”, Sero asked as he held Aoyama’s arm away from his face. Denki and Shinso nodded. Aoyama then puts a finger on his lips and thinks for a little. “Mind if I sketch him out?” Aoyama says as he signals Shinso to pass him his sketchbook.

After a few minutes, he then shows the boys as he had decided to sit between Denki and Sero. “He looked like this!! He had some weird eyebrows that looked like the Nike symbols!”, Aoyama pointed at the drawing. The boys felt like they had seen him before. They just couldn’t find this dude’s name in the glossary of their minds.

“Isn’t that Iida-kun?”

[emiwrites3reads]

Truthful Pt. 1

Description: Reader is an investigative journalist following a story of two fbis, Sam and Dean. She gets thrown into the world of supernatural on her trip.

Characters: Dean, Cas, Sam, Jack, eventually Lucifer x reader.

A/N: this is my first fic. I hope you guys enjoy it. Tell me if you want to be tagged in the next part!

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You’ve been reading up on these two detectives investigating odd cases, same people but different names. You know there is something sketchy going on. Whenever they do, the bad stops. You wonder if they are part of some weird mafia. Either way, it definitely sparks your interest.

You first role of business is too find a case they would be at. You looked at past places they were seen, the cases around that time, and what level of oddness. After searching the web for some time, you narrow it done some. Then you narrow it down to three towns.

You decided to ask the current cops if anyone matching their description showed up there. Sure enough, they showed up to one in Kansas. You’ll need to take a plane there, it’s too far from the east coast. You’ll also definitely need to bring your dog, you don’t know how long you’ll be gone.

You order the ticket and the extra for your dog. You probably wouldn’t go anywhere without him even if it was a short trip. He’s a sweetheart and helps protect you from anything that comes with your job. He’s a German Shepard. He’s not aggressive at all unles he gets provoked. The only time he has was when one of your clients, you like to call them tried to go after you.

The day of the flight comes. You get packed and leave the house. The flight seems long, but compared driving it would’ve been short. Once the planes land, you rent a car and leave with your dog Mars.

You check into a decent hotel and get some shut eye. Tomorrow awaits a big day.

“Hi! Sheriff Lincoln! We talked on the phone” I say walking over to the crime scene. The man is maybe in his 50’s, not the tallest but not short either. His hair is a mix of grey and white, his blue eyes showing a lot of wisdom. He seems like a man to respect.

“Ahh, Ms. y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to see you in person, please follow me” He says. You are fortunate enough that he allowed you to do this. He said on the phone he never trusts the feds anyway.

You can see the agents eyeing the body, there’s two of them. One of them is fairly tall, the other is like a giant. They both are pretty good looking, like something out of a tv show. “Mind if I talk to them?” You ask politely.

“I don’t mind at all, go on dear” the sheriff says. You walk over and stay a distance away, far but close enough to hear. You want to know if they are actually feds or not. Maybe you’ll find out here.

“Look, Sammy, I’m trapping myself in that box wether you like it or not, now let’s just get in with this hunt” the short one says.

“But dean....you know what fine”

“What do you think killed these people?” You don’t know what to think. One says something about trapping himself in a box, the other says ‘what’. You decided you’ll try to spark some conversation.

“Hi! My name is y/n y/l/n, I’m a freelance reporter and I saw you two were feds, I’d like to interview you later on if you don’t mind” you say with as much kindness as possible, but not too much to the point you scare them away.

“Oh, uh hey...did Sheriff Lincoln let you back here?” The tall one says. I give him and soft smile. He gives his partner a look, they suspect something. Code red, this is bad. I need to say something quick.

“Sorry if I’m in your way or anything, I’m new to this and I’m in need for a story, so I was like ‘why not ask some feds’” you say. You hope to god they buy it. They still don’t seem to buy it, but a little more than the first time you spoke to them.

“Uh yeah, um let’s meet at the McDonald’s on south street, around 8pm tonight?” The tall one says. Short one gives him a look, questioning his life choices. Yiu thank them and quickly leave.

Soon enough, that time came. You decided to leave Mars at the room, you doubted you could bring him to McDonald’s. Once you got there, you are disappointed to see they are there. You are also late. It’s 8:15. You find a spot by the window, In hopes of waiting for them. “They are probably just busy, for caughbt up” you say things yourself. Your gut doesn’t quite agree.

After waiting 20 more minutes, the short one shows up with a different guy. They aren’t in their suits either. Short guy is now tall compared to his new friend in a trench coat. You really need to find out their names. “Hey, I forgot to give you my name back at the scene, I’m Dean, that’s my friend Cas” he says sitting on the other side of the booth, cas, his friend seems to study you.

“No worries, um so what kind of cases do you guys get assigned” you ask them. You’d rather get started right away, socializing isn’t your thing, your the worst at it and awkward to make matters worse.

“We try to go for the odd balls” Dean says with a smile that make you believe there’s more to it.

“This case your working on now, I read some of the details, do you know exactly how the killer did that? Burned the victim’s eyes out and melted their insides?” You ask.

“We don’t know for sure, we have some ideas” cas says. You know from that, you won’t get much more. You feel like you need to bring up what your actually came here for, they keep hiding things. Something tells you to wait.

“What are some of the ideas” you try to prod.

“We prefer not to say” Dean says. You bite your tongue. This is going no where.

“Errr um, what are some intriguing cases you’ve been on?”

“All of them are interesting” cas says sharply.

“I guess that’s really all, thanks for meeting here” you say. Dean and cas nod and leave. That was the most awkward interview you’ve every had. They seemed so stiff.

You walk back to your hotel. On the way some guy stops you.

“Hey gurly” you roll your eyes and you try to walk away, but you bump into another dude. You turn around to meet a third. You pull out a pocket knife, which only makes the men laugh. “Darling, that won’t work”

You try to stab them but it’s like they don’t feel any pain. They grab you by your arms and next thing you know, you in a completely different area. In a empty factory. You look for an exit, but your arms are still being held back. You try to get out of their grib, but it’s iron strong. You don’t have any hope of getting out of here.

If only you had two agents to help you.

[decadentenemyturtle]

Pearl rosary

This is part of @sdavid09​ music-writing challenge. And the song that inspired this fic was Inner demons by Julia Brennan!

Chapter 1

Pairing: Lucifer x Kara (oc)

Summary: One evening a teenaged girl appears in Lux, asking a favor from Lucifer. After her arrival, a young woman comes to the bar - covered in blood. What does these two have in common and what kind of trouble did Lucifer get himself this time?

Words: 1867

Warnings: Blood, character's death, mentioning of shooting

"They say don't let them in"

The bouncer of Lux stared down at two females, his brows knitted together. These two were clearly underaged, yet they demanded him to let them in. He eyed them, their clothings and their person. The tanned one was wearing black top with a Kiss' logo on it, ripped dark blue jeans and army green shoes, army green jacket tugged over her other hand, and her hair was dark and short. The dark skinned girl was wearing a black shirt with skull's printed on it, red top under the, black sweatpants and black, worn shoes, her hair dark and gurly. Both of them had brown eyes and they both had similar, determined look.

"We're not here for the drinks or drugs, dude. I need an favor from the owner" the tanned girl said, her patient attidute clearly running thing. "I know the owner does them, regardless of ones age" she continued. The bouncer sighed and shook his head. Impatient little brat's, they just couldn't sent a message to Lucifer and wait him to contact them.

"Like I already told you..." he started, but was cut off by a woman's voice.

"Is there a problem?" a woman asked, appearing next to the startled bouncer.

"Ah, Mazikeen. Yes, these two are underaged and they say they 'need to see Lucifer' because she" the man nods towards the tanned girl "has some favor for him" The woman, Mazikeen, turns to the two girls and stares them for a second.

"And what kind of favor would two girls need? Unlimited amount of money, makeup, clothes...? Or a boyfriend? Well, girls, I can tell you that Lucifer has no time for such things, so you can take your leave now" she mocks them. The dark skinned girl squint's her eyes dangerously at her, while the other takes an step towards the two adult's.

"Do believe me, Mazikeen, if I needed any of those, I would take 'em myself. I don't need some fancy guy trhowing money at me or giving me a mountain of clothes" the tanned girl growled, her eyes taking an hint of anger she was trying to keep at pay. Mazikeen look at her, and smiled. Well, she thought, this girls has a spirit.

"Then what it is you might want from Lucifer?" she asks, leaning close to the girl. She squints her eyes, before answering.

"I have heard, that there lives devil here, and I need to ask an favor from this devil. A favor to punish an sertain, very dangerous man" Mazikeen stares at the girl in amusement. She had heard... And she actually believed...? And she actually wanted help from him? Oh, this had turned interesting in mere few seconds.

"Why don't you just call to the cop's about this 'dangerous man'?" she asks, hardly even trying to hide the amusment from her voice. The tanned girl wrinkle's her nose and lifts her head a little, loocking down at Mazikeen.

"Because they are cop's, and they fail at their jobs miserably" she answered truthfully, and Mazikeen had to let the grin grow on her face. The girl clearly didn't like cops. "So, may I now see Lucifer Morningstar?"

Mazzikeen looked at her up and down, before nodding and then glancing at the other girl.

"You may follow me, but your friend has to wait outside" she says and then turns, expecting the girl to follow her. And she does, after sharing a look with her friend. And while the other girl went in the Lux, the dark skinned girl sighed and decided to wait her friend over the corner of the big building.

  "Close your eyes and clear your thoughts again"

She stood in elevator, next to Mazikeen. Her eyes were closed for a few seconds and when she opened them, she noted that the woman next to her was staring down at her. She was a head smaller than the woman was, which wasn't surprising.

"We're here" she says and seconds later the elevator stops, the doors opening to big, dark room, where different colored lights pointed here and there every few seconds. Mazikeen steps out, the girl right behind her. They walk in the room, and heading to a piano where a man was playing a I will survive. The girl wanted to roll her eyes, it fit her and her friend's situation way too well. Mazikeen stopped next to the bar counter and the girl next to her, still eyeing Lucifer.

Then Lucifer's eyes lift from the piano and landed on Mazikeen and her, and while he kept on singing and playing, his brow knitted together and he stared at them. Mazikeen, who also had noted Lucifer staring at them, turned her gaze to the girl next to her and then turned back to Lucifer - a silent way to tell the man that the girl wanted to talk to him. After he finished the song and bowed to the cheering people, he headed to Mazikeen and the girl.

"Maze, care to tell me why there is an teenager in my bar?" Lucifer asked as he quickly sent an look to the bartender.

"I just helped her in, she can tell the rest herself" Mazikeen says and wanderes off. After she had disappeared to the crowd, Lucifer addressed the girl, a shot in his hand.

"So, care to tell me why you are here, miss?" he asks. Light brown eyes meet his and Lucifer sees the inner battle the girl is going inside her head. So, she was in a trouble of something and had most likely brought them here in Lux with her.

"I need an favor and I've heard that you are the guy who might be able to help me" she says and Lucifer uplifts his brows. Help her, she says? Well what else would've wanted expect the free entrence to Lux and some alcohol?

"Well, you are right. I usually do grant people favor's. But I usually also know their names" Lucifer says, drinking the glass empty and placing it on the bar counter, the bartehnder filling it right away. The girl had eyed the glass, then the bartender. When she went to serve other customer, the girl turned her eyes back to Lucifer.

"My name is Kara Frost. I... I really hope you can help me" she says. For a moment Lucifer just looks at her. He knew that she was going to say something else, before wishing for him to help her. And whatever it was relevant for her business, Lucifer wasn't sure and didn't even care.

"Very well, Kara. What can I do for you?" he asks, not entirely sure what kind of favor he could do for a teenager. Or if it was even something 'important' or just something what kids in her age wanted.

"Well, what I really need you to do is..." she paused and took a breath, closing her eyes for a second. She was suddenly nervous, Lucifer noted. "What I really need you to do is to punish a man called Moses Waters" Lucifer let out a laugh when he heard the name. Moses Waters?! This couldn't be just a coincidence! The look Kara sent to him stopped some of his laugh, but didn't take the grin from his face.

"I'm sorry, but surely you are kidding. Moses Waters? Is it somesort of code name or did his parent's have bit of good imagination?" Lucifer asked and laughed, before drinking the second shot of whiskey. Kara still glared at him.

"Well, whatever. Why do I need to punish this Moses? What has he done to you that you seek my help?" Lucifer asks, looking into Kara's eyes and tilting his head a little. Kara shifts uncorftably and glances around her.

"He is a monster, not some guy who build ships and made a circus in there" she grumbled. Lucifer uplifts his brow and had an innder laugh. He hadn't heard that before. "He is torturing my mother, and literally anyone who stands on his way. I don't even know how many people he has killed. He runs undeground business, guns, drugs...." Lucifer listened to her and finally, when he had heard enough, lifted his hand.

"So, all you want is, that I punish some underground boss, who does what all of them do?" Lucifer asks and takes a new glass over his hand. Kara bite her lip and turned her gaze to the crowd over the dance floor, at the tables...

"No... Well... Yes... But you don't understand! He is my father and...." Kara started, but didn't get to finishe when a bloodied customer ran in the bar, the other's around her starting to scream in horror. Lucifer straightened himself from the bar counter and stared at the woman, while Kara stared at her, alarmed. Then Lucifer ran to her, taking her by shoulder's.

"What happened?!" he asked, alarmed.

"Shooting... There were men shooting by the street..." was all she could say before collapsing to Lucifer's arms, dead or unconcious, no-one knew for sure.

  "But when I'm all alone, they show up on their own"

Kara stood still, staring at the scene before her. The woman had blood over her white dress, on her hair and legs. She had been shot to her hand, thig and one bullet had scratched her side. Adrenaline had taken her this was, but probably the schock of the event and running to the bar had worne her out.

"You need to go!" a distant voice called next to Kara, a voice she knew, but she couldn't move or do anything. The scene had set something off her, sent some distant horror to her mind and she had petrified.

"Hey, girl! The cops will be here soon and you can't be here!" Mazikeen's voice called and now Kara seemed to come of to her dace and turned to the woman. But she couldn't think of herself or the cops. Her thoughts went to her friend waiting for her outside.

"My friend's still outside. Tara's still outside" her voice came out breathless, full of panic. Mazikeen cursed, and then she pulled the girl with her to Lucifer's apartment, out of the bar and out of sight of the cops. The girl clearly couldn't take care of herself in her current state, so it was better keep her safe and hidden from the cops. She wasn't struckling much, when Mazikeen took her to the bedroom, and pushing her to the closet.

"Stay there until me or Lucifer come to look for you" she ordered, before closing the door. Was it a good idea to hid her in the closet? Absolutly not. But she didn't have the time to look for a beter place for her and the closet had been the first place she had thought of. When Mazikeen entered the bar, Lucifer shot an look for her.

"The girl is hiding in your closet. She was a bit shaken for that" Mazikeen whispers to Lucifer, nodding towards the woman laying on the ground. Lucifer nods and makes an mental note to question the girl about few things when this all would be over.

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Nothing But A Handle And A Fistful of Skirt

Charlie and Winona have a chat one windy winter night, where Charlie is thinking about a big decision she has to make. 

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The wind roared in her hair like an offer and clawed across her face like a promise. She could see each star in the sky so clearly in the full-moon-lit night. The teachers said each star was an unfathomable distance away. The astronomy books would hammer it home, how much mankind has questioned and thusly learned, but still would admit that the stars were no closer to us than our ancestors who dreamed them gods and angels.

But. And she only thought contrary because something had gotten into her tonight. Something she's always wanted to. Something on the wind, something she breathe in fully aware of what she was doing

On a perfect night like this all she had to do was reach out her hand towards the sky and it was like she could touch them. You can't touch a boiling pot, yet you can feel the heat. If what she could perceive right here in front of her was so far away, perhaps it wasn't that far away at all. It was a narrow experience, she couldn't smell a star, couldn't feel the sharp twinkling lines of light and how it crumbled in her hands. She could just see it, but there was nothing more she needed to sense. It blocked out the darkness like an obsession. Just her and this amazing light shining down right at the spot she sat.

She raised her left hand that held the tickets in front of her to read. The black type of the train ticket, with curls and ornateness, looked a different color in the night sky. Less a black and more a deep blue of a sunset promising a lighter sky for tomorrow. The wind started up again in all its chaos and she pinched her left thumb and forefinger with a sharp fervor from her very soul. The tickets flapped in the flurry of air and threatened to join the wild winds with every crackle and twist of paper, each an offer to just forget she's ever gotten it. With her other hand she cupped the ticket like it was a flame flickering out. Her mouth was painted into a worried "O", until the wind died in its ferocity.

A friend of the mayor's, some businessman, had handed it to her. Did he realize what he'd given away? He could have tossed it off his carriage to float away and never thought about it again. But, he gave it to her. Did he realize the opportunity he'd given her, just a girl in her Sunday Best?

She was alerted out of her nightdreaming by the front door flinging open, rattling against the house as her nightgowned sister did her best to shut it. Once Winona's task was complete, all but one member of her family safe and snoozing inside, she yelled against the wind, "Gurlie what are you still doing out here?"

"Just thinkin, sissy," Charlie replied. Her face swapped from Thalia to Melpomene at the sight of her sister. She nervously turned her head back up to the sky.

"When aren't you," Winona said sleepily but good-naturedly. Barely Charlie could hear the creak of their porch as Winona lugged her tired feet over, her steps were uneven, Charlie was sure the wind blew too loudly for to hear all of the stomping, but inevitably a foot would fall heavily, and Winona would not quite stumble. Charlie had had a bit to drink too.

Charlie hid the ticket in her sleeve as Winona clambered to sit beside on the steps, "Hell of a party, huh," Winona, with sloppy affection, put her arm over Charlie, a well of warmth in the cold air. Charlie barely nodded.

Charlie's big eyes kept staring up at the night sky. The wind slowly calmed down but started up again with a gust that nearly made Winona lose her balance and fall backwards, taking Charlie with her. Still, it quickly calmed. Then became nearly still, creating a new silence in the air. Charlie broke it, "Things are really changing."

"Hell, yeah they are! It's a new century."

"Nineteen-hundred," Charlie agreed in awe.

"Machines. They're the future, you know," Winona rambled, "I know Papa wants you at home, but the time of the vaquero's over. He's," she hiccupped, "He's the one who should be working at home. You need to put more hours in the factory and join our union," Winona gently shook Charlie, but she barely budged. "The futures here."

"It's here, but what does that matter?" Charlie whined.

Winona laughed indignantly, "It matters everything! The birds have left the roost! And we're gonna fly with 'em!" The wind picked up, so slightly.

Charlie arched her eyebrows hopefully and the wind grew fiercer, rustling her hair across her face. She pushed down her hope and shook her head grimly, the wind growing strong and shaking her hair leaves on a tree. She spoke, "Or are we just the blades of grass moved by their flapping wings," Charlie nearly shouted to be heard over the wind, the coarse wind hid the desperateness in her voice. "Or, are w-we just the hens left at home with eggs, flightless and fat."

Winona slapped Charlie's back, harder than she meant to.  "Don't worry about it! Save the drama, put your back in it, and you and me can do anything. Goodness this wind is crazy tonight," and seemingly bending to her will the wind calmed to breeze.

Charlie smiled resignedly, "I know you can Winny, but me. I. What if I mess up, what if I let this wind blow me the wrong way."

Her sister squeezed her tight. "You're a charming quick-witted kind gal who can somehow throw a real mean punch. You're exactly the kind of person who is gonna give the new century a reckoning. And if you trip up along the way, I got your back sissy. You know that?"

Charlie nodded, smiling bashfully.

"Good," Winona said fondly then laughed impishly, "As long as you don't act like a lovefool. I saw Jimmy Fletcher running out like a near caught fox with your lipstick all over him. What did you do?" She squeezed Charlie.

Charlie settled her face into remorse, just as the wind seemed to settle as well. "It wasn't anything personal. I just wanted some time to my thoughts."

"Also good, marriage is a scam," Winona nodded but then a moment later looked puzzled. "You're afraid of the dark though. Why out here?"

"I'm a grown woman," the wind picked up as she defended, "I'm not afraid of a little darkness."

"I'd call the hour of the wolf very dark," Winona said off-handedly, a blunt thought as she sleepily nuzzled into Charlie's shoulder, but Charlie twitched.

Charlie sighed, "You can only see them then, the stars the moon, in the darkness, and they're beautiful."

Winona nodded against Charlie, "Sure. We need to get some sleep though, you should be dreaming not thinking about your doubts," Winona sat up and looked Charlie in the eyes with her bloodshot ones, "They'll pass in the morning sun." Winona nudged Charlie to move but the younger sister sat still as the air.

"You promise it will?" Her words filled the air until the wind suddenly grew violent, blowing through her words and dispersing them throughout the night.

"Just like I promised I'll be there to pick you up if you slip up. I'm your big sissy of course I keep my promises to you."

Charlie grinned so big she almost made herself cry, welled tears reflecting in the moonlight. Then she stood up with her sister. Winona led them inside, but it quickly became Charlie helping her sister walk straight. The two clodded to their bedroom and Charlie sat Winona upon her bed. The handywoman started snoring before her head hit the pillow, satisfied that her little sister had been herded to safety.

Charlie wouldn't sleep that night.

She walked quickly to her bed and pulled out the old clunky brown suitcase. It had a history, but she'd never seen it properly used in her lifetime. She set it open upon her bed. She packed her clothes easily, hats and shoes and all, she had been preparing for this. She hadn't admitted it as she did, always placing her good skirts in the left corner of her dresser or buying those nice tap shoes she still hadn’t worn. She grabbed her magazines on foreign countries and her bible like she was possessed. She placed the money she'd saved up in a hidden compartment. She scurried to the kitchen briefly to come back with an armful of canned foods. When she placed her old clock that never worked quite right in, she then became frantic. There must be something she was forgetting. As she looked around her eyes could only settle on her sleeping sister. She bit her bottom lip. She wasn't forgetting anything. She had to steady herself.

There was one last thing to pack. She opened the armoire to her mother’s old cream-colored dress she'd used to sing in dance halls in. Charlie took it out carefully. It had only been worn in the last two decades from Charlie trying it on periodically. And earlier this evening it had fit like a calling.

She carefully folded the dress and placed it reverently on her clothes, right on top of a pair of black gloves. She was fully packed. She pulled out the tickets from her sleeve and read them again to know she wasn't a madwoman, just to ground herself.

 Coming To America, The Tale of Old European Gods, Die Valkyrie!

 Starring The Famous, The Gorgeous, The Brave Meija Wikstrom

 January 4th, 1900. Admit One

The child in her heart welled with happiness. She was to see her inspiration in person. She looked over the other ticket with the date punched out for January 1st, 9am.

 San Francisco Line

 Single Ticket

 Two Dollars

She put the tickets in her sleeve and grabbed her suitcase. It was a three and a half hour walk to the train station. She gave one final look to her sister and whispered goodbye, although Winona was so knocked out, she could have spoken it. Then with a suitcase handle in one hand and a fistful of her skirt in the other she went out in the moonlight to meet her destiny.