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evening-starlight · 3 years ago

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Daddy’s Best Friend

Oh my god, these last few days have SUCKED. Will mostly likely be the only chapter tonight because I can hear the computer dying with each letter I type. Thank you all for being so patient with me!

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Tom had been gone three days, and Amaris already missed him more than anything else. After her talk with Will, she couldn't help but feel hopeless. Her dad explicitly said that his daughter couldn't be with Tom, the man Amaris wanted more than life itself. Maybe Armel was the only option she had left for a happy ending. He was a good guy, most of the time.

Armel had developed a habit of talking over Amaris, ordering for her when they ate out, and acting as if he knew everything. He would talk about business as if she hadn't been majoring in it for six years. Armel had changed his major from art to business within the first month of being in New York, trying to impress Amaris with his newfound knowledge.

The dress sits perfectly on Amaris's curves, dark red and sensual. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror. Something felt off. She was going on a date with Armel, but a feeling deep inside yelled at her not to go. It wanted her to stay in bed and wallow until Tom came home.

Her boyfriend walks out of the ensuite bathroom, smiling brightly as he sees her. "Mon Amour, you look lovely." Armel places a soft kiss on her cheek, stepping back to look her up and down. "Have I told you I love this dress on you?"

"Every time I wear it," Amaris giggles. She could fake it, at least for tonight. Armel deserved that much out of her, considering she was cheating on him nearly every night with someone she's told him not to worry about. "Let's get going, yeah? Don't want to be late to our reservation." Armel offers his arm, which Amaris wraps her hand around gently.

The restaurant is crowded when the couple arrives. It had been a twenty-minute ride from the house to here, Armel going on about things Amaris didn't care for, and she was already tired and ready for some sleep. Amaris wanted to love Armel, she did, but his mere presence drained Amaris's social battery quickly.

The hostess seats them and asks for their drink orders. Armel orders an expensive bottle of wine to split between the two. Amaris wasn't the biggest fan of wine, opting more towards hard liquors, but she'd drink whatever Armel wanted. Especially when he ordered a whole bottle without conferring with Amaris first.

"So, Mon Amour, what have you been up to all week? I've hardly seen you," Armel remarks, setting a hand on top of Amaris's. Guilt gurgles in her stomach. What has she been doing? Sleeping with Tom and spending nights at his place instead of her shared room with Armel.

"Sleeping over at Cleo's, mostly. Not much else. How's school going?" Amaris changes subject. Armel talks more about school, causing Amaris to zone out. It wasn't that she didn't care; it was that she'd rather count down the minutes until she gets to see Tom again.

As if Tom could sense her thinking about him, her phone dings with a text from the man. She checks her phone quickly, seeing Tom's smiling face in front of the Brandenburg Gate followed by a text detailing how much he missed her. Amaris smiles widely, saving the picture into her phone.

Dinner rolls by smoothly after that, Amaris gaining enough energy from Tom's picture to continue faking a romantic spark between Armel and her. She threw smiles and jokes where they were supposed to go, trying to enjoy her time with her boyfriend but continuously thinking of Tom.

Amaris was dying to leave by the time dessert finished, her patience wearing thin with the amount of noise around her. She felt like her tolerance for people was halved when she was with Armel versus Tom. Armel wears a cheesy smile as they get up to leave the restaurant. "What's that face for?" Amaris asks, leaning into Armel as they exit the building.

She's immediately blinded by the flashing lights of the paparazzi, who were waiting right outside for the couple. Amaris holds a hand over her eyes to keep her vision intact as she ducks and moves swiftly through the intruders. Amaris's heart was pounding, and her hands balled into fists as she pushes past them, not caring about who she hurt or what cameras got broken on her exit.

The Clarke's weren't famous, but the press seemed to think they were newsworthy. They were a typical American family, besides the abundance of wealth they procured throughout the years. Nothing about the family was worth the front page of a tabloid, in Amaris's eyes. They lived life like regular people and didn't appreciate the flashing lights and overwhelming questions.

Armel waves and smiles for the cameras, trotting along behind his girlfriend. Amaris sits in the driver's seat when they get to the car, pulling the visor down to cover her face. Armel follows suit, though he smiles the entire time. "I fucking hate those perverts," Amaris seethes as she pulls out of the parking lot.

"I assumed you'd be used to them," Armel says, rubbing his sweaty palms along his thighs. Amaris glances over at him, noticing his nervous mannerisms and his inability to look at her.

"Armel, do you have something you need to tell me?" Amaris prompts, putting her attention back on the road as she gets to the main street. Armel sighs. There was no use in lying; he had already been caught.

"I thought you would find it romantic. You know, first public outing and all?" He admits. Amaris unleashes all the frustration from the past months onto the poor boy.

"Romantic? Are you on fucking drugs? When has flashing lights, yelling questions, and crowds ever been romantic, Armel? I have told you a thousand times how much I hated those pricks, so why the hell did you think it would be a good idea, huh?" Armel sinks further into his seat, avoiding Amaris's angry gaze. "Do you even fucking listen to me anymore? Because it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. I don't like wine, but you ordered an entire bottle that I had to pay for because you chose the most expensive restaurant to be your favorite.

"I can't fucking believe you, Armel. You have been so fucking selfish all damn night. So you're sleeping on the fucking couch tonight. Or go back to your fucking dorm. I don't want to see you when I get out of the shower. Do you understand?" Amaris finishes, looking at Armel as he gives a timid confirming noise. His eyes are red and brimming with tears, sniffling as he looks out the window.

Amaris sighs, seeing that her words hurt the man she's supposed to be in love with. "Look, Armel, what you did was totally uncool. I don't feel like you're listening to me anymore, and it's getting irritating." Armel nods, keeping silent as Amaris turns onto mansion road, as she calls it. It's an estate, hundreds of acres long, filled with mansions and other typical rich people attractions, like country clubs and gardens. "I need some time alone after this. So, please leave me alone while I shower, and we can talk more after I cool down, okay?" Armel nods again.

They sit in silence until Amaris pulls into the garage. Armel is the first out of the car, rushing inside while the engine is still shutting off. Amaris sighs again, resting her head on the steering wheel. She made Armel cry. She made him fucking cry because she's struggling with her own feelings.

Maybe it was time to break up with him. Amaris wasn't happy with him. She tried to be, but it wasn't working. Every time she tried, it was like Armel was trying to push her away. It was time to break things off as cleanly as she could.

After a long, hot shower, Amaris sits with Armel to talk about the things said in the car. He agreed he was wrong, and Amaris agreed his heart was always in the right place, which made this next bit the hardest.

They sit on her bed with a pillow space between them. She needed distance from him when she's going to break his heart. "Armel?" She asks, eyes trained on the TV in front of her. He hums, looking up from his laptop quickly before setting it between them, top half-closed.

"Can you hold that thought, Mon Amour? I have to use the restroom." Amaris nods and watches as he dashes into the bathroom. As she shifts her attention to the TV again, her eyes glance over the screen of Armel's laptop.

Her heart drops into the pit of her gut at the sight. Amaris finds the next breath hard to take as she moves the computer screen, trying to get a better look at what she thought she saw. Maybe she was tired and was seeing something that wasn't there.

But it was there alright. An entire site of engagement rings, silver and shining like the sun had moved from the sky onto that page. Amaris closes the lid back where she found it when the sink water runs, sitting back in her spot. She was sure she looked like she saw a ghost.

Armel walks out, smiling widely and sliding onto the bed again. "What did you want to talk about, Mon Amour?" He asks, slipping the laptop on top of his lap again.

"I forgot," She laughs off. Amaris wiggles under the sheets, back to Armel with a quick goodnight. Things just got a lot more complicated than Amaris ever planned for.

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ruhrohimrorny · 4 years ago

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What Subjects I Think LOK Characters Would Teach:

Lin: PE, obviously. Dating Kya and all the kids are happy cause there’s a noticeable shift in Lin’s mood once they start dating. She no longer forces kids to run a mile every day and instead does it once a week now, so the kids are hoping her and Kya stay together. She also coaches Golf and Lacrosse.

Kya: Waffled between MILF Math teacher, MILF Science teacher, and hippy/chill Music teacher, but decided on MILF Science Teacher. Getting strong Biology vibes. Very fun labs and not strict at all. Her and Zhu-Li are super passionate about leading the Science Bowl team. Seeing these young people be so passionate about STEM and helping their fellow teammates makes her hopeful for this young generation.

Tenzin: He kinda gives math teacher vibes, but a large part of his character in the show is about him keeping his history alive, and teaching others abut learning and respecting history, so I feel like he’s a History teacher. His class is a lot of notetaking but he plays quiet music and does a five minute meditation in the middle of class to encourage kids to relax, so students really like him and actually listen to him. Also, he’s kind of gullible so they make up fake trends to tell him. He once spent a week addressing people as “brony” cause students told him thats what people say now instead of bro. Kids got a good laugh out of that one. Him and Pema are another favorite teacher couple.

Bumi II: Def gives off eccentric/unhinged English teacher vibes. Very interesting and informative conversations in his class, but things get off topic very quickly. Whenever kids ask about Bum-Ju, he gets distracted and will talk the entire rest of the period about what to dress Bum-Ju up as for Halloween. Probably plays a lot of videos. And students don’t worry about if they read the books Bumi II assigns cause they don’t think he’s even read the books he assigns. When having discussions about the books in class, sometimes kids will make up stuff and say it’s in the book and for the most part, Bumi II goes along with it cause he doesn’t know what actually happens in the books.

Varrick: Also gives off eccentric/unhinged English teacher vibes, but because he’s a businessman/war profiteer, I’m gonna have to say he teaches Econ and gives students lots of unsolicited financial advice. Also supervises the Engineering and Robotics Club.

Zhu-Li: Science teacher, probably Chemistry. She’s very good at explaining and getting kids to follow her instructions. Not only is she a co-supervisor for the Science Bowl team, she helps Varrick run Engineering and Robotics Club, cause if it were only Varrick running it, no kids would come. His intensity and eccentricity scares them.

Iroh II: He’s definitely the young Math teacher everyone has a crush on. Very chill and doesn’t give a lot of homework. Kids love when he shows pictures of his dog to the class and eventually he brings in the dog cause admin think the dog is too cute to say no to.

Tonraq: Resident DILF History teacher. Kind of a hardass but also a nice dude so most everyone passes his class. Probably that History teacher that is also a football coach, so during fall he doesn’t give a FUCK about whether anyone actually turns anything in. Him and Senna is the teacher couple that seems like opposites but actually are pretty similar and balance each other out.

Senna: That English teacher that every mentally ill student becomes emotionally attached to. You know what I’m talking about. She’s so sweet, funny, and chill so all the kids love her class. Tries to include memes in her presentations to seem “with it” but they’re like, doge memes from 2014. But the kids appreciate the effort.

Pema: Definitely the sweet English teacher that occasionally has a mental breakdown when the students test her patience. Otherwise very chill. Also teaches the Childhood Education and Development class. Her, Senna, and Bumi II run the school newspaper.

Bataar: Drafting. Pretty chill, very skilled, and def smokes on the weekend. Also, him and Suyin are that teacher couple that everyone likes.

Suyin: Dance. Super nice and always has like to of those smelly plug in things going so her room smells good and has a “good vibe that evokes emotion”. Always plays EDM or weird 80s rock to get the kids moving. She runs the school dance team. When Bataar has prep period, he sometimes drops in to see Su dance, cause she’s mesmerizing to watch. All the kids think that, coupled with the fact that they eat lunch together every day, makes them the cutest couple ever.

Amon: Drama. He loves directing kids on how to totally live a role. If you can imagine, he sometimes gets a little overdramatic about drama, forgetting that these are just highschool kids, not Oscar winners, but his passion makes the class more enjoyable. Runs Drama Club with Tarrlok.

Tarrlok: Probably Physics. A difficult class, but he’s pretty good at explaining so most kids don’t struggle too much. His main focus is running student government, which he takes pretty seriously. Sometimes too seriously.

Unalaq: Teaches Psychology. The most pretentious teacher on campus. It’s literally so bad, that even other teachers avoid him. Amon abandoned his coffee still being brewed in the machine in the staff room cause Unalaq walked in and he didn’t want to be in a room with Unalaq again after he said that Amon’s outfit “looked like something stolen from the lost and found of a funeral home”. Unalaq sees it as “telling it like it is”.

Zaheer: Government and Politics. Tries to teach the class very well but also injects his own opinion into teaching a lot. The students find him scary but some also kinda think he’s hot. Also does Yearbook. Him and Senna run Mock Trial. Replaced the old Government and Politics teacher Hou-Ting after she retired. She was that one old teacher that made it a hobby to harrass students and constantly reminisced about when you could smack students.

P’Li: Math teacher. Much scarier than Zaheer. Plays her trash ass music very loudly while the kids work. Def yells at kids. She’s kind of funny when she’s in a good mood tho, and when she roasts kids it’s really funny cause it’s usually dead on. Her and Zaheer are those teachers that flirt a lot and you know they’re sleeping together.

Ming-Hua: Art. Loves drawing and, you guessed it, watercolor painting. Very chill and plays soft music but lets you listen to your own music. Super sarcastic and all the students eat it up. Literally a universal favorite. She runs Art Club and Fashion Club.

Ghazan: Guitar. Pretty cool teacher that definitely has some weird stories. All the students know he has a crush on Ming-Hua cause they flirt constantly, but he denies it. Runs E-Sports Club. Idk why I think that, it just feels right. Him and Ming-Hua are also the kinds of teachers kids become emotionally attached to.

Kuvira: Government and Politics also. Seems calm and reasonable, but is a total ass. Makes kids give up their phones, allows almost no talking, gives out more detentions a week than most teachers do in one year, and doesn’t allow for much discussion. Everyone wants her class cause she’s hot but most drop within the first week, to the point that counselors have to say no to some kids so they don’t have to get rid of the class altogether.

Bataar Jr.: Computer Lit teacher. None of the students respect him so they’ll play Minecraft the whole time or play inappropriate videos really loud. Doesn’t really put much effort into teaching, which for some kids is a dream, but for others is an annoyance. Him and Kuvira are the teacher couple that makes everyone say “wtf”. Literally no one knows why they’re together.

Izumi: Secretary/Attendance. Pretty much remembers everything and is super organized. She is the glue that holds the school together. Most students don’t know her name though cause she’s super quiet and works mostly behind the scenes. Whenever Zuko sends anyone her way though he reminds them of her name and to say thank you cause he recognizes how hard his daughter works to keep everything running smoothly. Izumi catches on to this and always manages to thank her dad with a nice tea and a hug.

Toph: Vice Principal. Scary as fuck. Doesn’t ever call kids’ parents cause she efficiently scares the shit out of every kid, so they never do whatever bad thing they were doing again. When she has to work dances, Katara always tries to get her to dance with her. She resists every time, but she always gives eventually. She’s happy to though, cause although she’ll never say it out loud, seeing Katara this happy at her old age warms her heart.

Katara: Health Clerk. Very sweet and everybody loves her. Sometimes kids pretend to feel sick just to talk to her. She doesn’t mind though cause a kid that has a tummy ache and a kid that needs to talk are both kids that need help, and she’s happy to offer whatever support she can. She also always offers to supervise dances when the school has them and always manages to bust a move.

Zuko: Counselor. Wants to be to students what his uncle was to him. Aang and Sokka were counselors too, some years ago. And while they could give some good nuggets of advice and offered the kids amazing support, they also would totally fuck up student’s schedules by accident cause those numbskulls were exactly that- numbskulls. So usually Zuko would have to fix that. He misses fixing their messes and, more importantly, he misses them (they aren’t dead, just retired). He hopes to retire soon too, cause he’s getting too old for this, but he secretly doesn’t want to retire just yet cause working at school allows him to see and spend time with Izumi. Since they’re both working, it’s not like they have too much time together, but even just her popping into his office to bring him tea or check in on how he’s doing that day brings a smile to his face that doesn’t leave for the rest of the day.

Raiko: Principal. After Toph stepped down cause she’s ��too old for this shit” (her words), Raiko stepped in. The students aren’t a fan of him but he’s not terrible. And since Toph is still Vice Principal, she keeps him in check.

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heottokes · 5 years ago

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𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞.

“i’ll love you the way you deserved to be loved.” to my dear changkyun, you were my first friend, my first love, and now my first goodbye. these are my letters to you.

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To my first goodbye,

We said goodbye a long time ago but I’m only letting go of you now.

Looking back at it I couldn’t imagine myself saying goodbye to you. To be fair, I couldn’t imagine myself falling in love with you either. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like without you, but I didn’t think I’d have to. I have so many unsaid feelings towards you – love, happiness, resentment, and heartbreak. I can’t bear to keep it all in anymore and that’s why I’m writing these letters. Finally, I will have no words left unsaid.

In my final letter I wanted to tell you that I hate you. You know I don’t really - I could never. But I do hold resentment towards you and all the things that you’ve done for me. Why did you become such a meaningful person in my life only for you to leave without another whisper of your existence? Saying goodbye to you hurt me in ways you won’t ever understand, and it would have destroyed me either way but saying goodbye to you without fully loving you with all my heart is why I hate you the most.

Why were you a constant in my life if you were only going to leave? Why did you kiss me that day? Why did you start all these feelings only to do nothing about it? Why did you do the things you did or said the words you said when you weren’t going to take responsibility for it? Did you understand what that awakened in me? All I could ever want after that day was your love which was never mine to have.

You didn’t know how to quite put it; you were suffering due to your “newfound” unrequited love. You still enjoyed your time with him even if it was just as best friends. Throughout high school you two had excel in each of your own clubs. Changkyun’s build had become bigger, and your social life had grown. Being on the student council for years had led you to meet new people, learn how to organise and lead, and open your mind to social issues. It also looked amazing on your university application. Surprisingly enough, you had kept in contact with your seniors in a group chat called “the legendary council” - it sounded like a cult, but Minhyuk thought it sounded cool. The seniors gave you and Hyungwon advice on what you can look forward to after high school. Kihyun had taken up a photography major, Hyunwoo was studying engineering but was also captain of swim club, Minhyuk was an art major, and Hoseok decided to pursue music. It was shocking to you to find out they had interest in other things besides politics and academics. It made you wonder if you really got to know them when they were still with you. But it was also refreshing to know that you didn��t have to stick to just one thing.

Like Kihyun had suspected, you had become closer to Hyungwon during the years. Just like Hoseok did, you picked up Hyungwon from his classes – it was apparently something Kihyun and Minhyuk would do to make sure he attended the meetings. Despite their experience with him, Hyungwon was quite diligent. Maybe it was because he was older than you that he felt the need to take responsibility but picking him up from his classes didn’t feel like a chore like they made it seem to be but more like a convenience. You ended up introducing Hyungwon to Jooheon and Changkyun and from there, Hyungwon found his passion in DJing. So, when he graduated it didn’t surprise you to hear that he had taken up a music major and was now a mentee to Hoseok. You chuckled to yourself when you got the news, and you could only imagine Jooheon following in his footsteps and Hyungwon becoming his mentor in turn. Chansoo had graduated along with the seniors but instead of getting a sports scholarship for football he decided to enlist. Chansoo had always been the aloof distant older brother, but you knew he was someone that looked after you on the sidelines – much like his brother – so seeing him off was quite sombre.

It was the day of your graduation and because of that you were feeling nostalgic. Everyone in your life had move on to another part of their life and now you were too. It was scary to think about. It seemed like such a faraway thought, but it was closer than you were comfortable with. The train was filled with excited chatter of other seniors graduating with you. Some of them greeted you as the student council president which you returned. Jooheon was across from you with a dance in his step as he chatted with his juniors in his club – leaving his legacy before he goes – as he boasted.

Changkyun was naturally by your side. You smiled as you looked out the window watching the scenery and enjoyed Changkyun’s warmth. Your sides were pressed up against each other as he leans on you for stability. You looked up at him with his arms crossed using his core to balance himself. He was trying his hardest to balance himself which made you giggle. He sighs and gives in wrapping his arm behind you to hold the railing you were leaning on. “You need to work on your core, Mr. Quarterback.” You teased poking his stomach. He only rolls his eyes in response with a smirk playing on his lips. It had been a while since you felt his touch. You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer and closed your eyes as you let your feelings overwhelm you. Since when did life change so much? It had been all too long since you had your time with him that it nearly felt foreign which hurt your soul. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lose you.” You said airily as if it was a passing thought.

“You won’t.” He promised.

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Your graduation was a spectacle. Your dear seniors even surprised you. You didn’t see them until you were called as class valedictorian, and you see five boys jump up and down screaming and cheering for you in the stands.

“What are you guys doing here?” You greeted them once the graduation was over. You gave each of them a hug taking in how much they had changed. It was crazy how a couple of years could change someone even just slightly. The seniors had grown manlier and more mature to you.

“Did you think we weren’t going to show?” Kihyun asked offended. “We even went to this one’s graduation. Why wouldn’t we go to yours?” Kihyun gestures to Hyungwon who shoves him in response.

You laugh feeling giddy to see them all again. You feel someone take your hand and you look up at the person. “I’m really proud of you. You’ve come a long way.” Hoseok says warming your heart. “It feels like yesterday you were a tiny sophomore that I needed to take care of but here you are, a beautiful young lady with brains to match.”

You laugh and shove his arm lightly. “You sound like my dad, Seokie.” You teased. Your feelings for Hoseok were no longer there but you always understood why you had them in the first place. He is always going to be that kind senior that took you under his wing.

“Hey! That’s my line.” Kihyun interrupts. “She followed after my footsteps after all.” Kihyun puffs his chest out proudly making Minhyuk scoff at him.

“Y/n!” You hear Jooheon’s voice call. You turn around just when you feel two bodies fling themselves on you. “We finally did it! We graduated!” Jooheon sings into your ear. You let yourself jump up and down in a circle by your best friends when you feel the circle get heavier. You see that the seniors had joined you which made you laugh.

━━━☆

“So, what are your plans for this summer?” Hyunwoo asks the three of you. You were at a local diner that was graciously hosting the “afterparty” for the graduates. You situated yourselves in two booths as you caught up with everyone.

“I’m going to become a sloth before I have to overwork my brain for the first semester.” You answer taking a sip of your drink before getting up.

“I raised you well,” Hyungwon says high fiving you on your way to the jukebox.

You were in the process of putting in your request when someone bump sides with you. “Y/n!” Soonyoung greeted you still dancing. You laughed greeting him back. Soonyoung was a classmate you knew through Jooheon. Like your best friend, Soonyoung was outgoing, friendly, and funny. “You’re always so serious, prez. So, in honours of graduating why don’t you dance with me?” He held his hand out to you which made you look at him quizzically.

You pondered for a second before smiling. “Why not?” You put in your request and took Soonyoung’s hand.

“Everyone, get out of the way! The President is on the dancefloor!” Soonyoung shouted which made you regret taking up his invitation. Everyone cheered around you. Before you could even start dancing, Soonyoung broke out in a weird dance flinging his limbs here and there which made you more comfortable. Everyone started joining you and you started dancing with anyone and everyone letting go of your inhibitions.

After three songs, your eyes started searching for Changkyun. You see him at your table watching you dance. You broke out in a grin and ran to your table. “Come on, let’s dance.” You didn’t notice it at the time. The sombre atmosphere that radiated only from your table, the worried looks from your friends, and how Changkyun’s smile didn’t meet his eyes. “I regret, not letting go like this at our formal.” You giggled as you danced the night away with Changkyun who only gave you a small smile.

━━━☆

I should have known it back then that something was going to happen. I thought I knew you like the back of my hand. I thought I could tell when there was something wrong like you could with me, but I couldn’t. I don’t know how I couldn’t. Why didn’t you just tell me? I would have done so many things differently if I knew it was the last time, we were going to see each other.

It was that moment when I questioned whether you knew me and whether I knew you at all. The day I found out you were going away without a goodbye, without a notice. So many things ran through my head as I raced to the airport. How could you leave just like that? Why were you going without saying goodbye? Why didn’t you just tell me? I had to hear from Hoseok of all people. Why did everyone know but me?

“Im Changkyun!” You shouted once you spotted the boy. Everyone’s eyes land on you. You were panting heavily, and you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You were a mess dressed in your fluffy heart pyjamas, but it was short notice, and you didn’t want to waste any more time and risk a second of missing him. You storm your way to him and for the first time, Changkyun looked scared. As you approach him your eyes blurred as a frenzy of emotions took over you – sadness, anger, regret, disappointment, and pain. Once you reach him you shove him with every strength you can muster – which wasn’t much given you wasted your energy rushing there but also Changkyun was ten times stronger than you. “You idiot!” You cried. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you act like nothing was happening? Why did you make me think you were only going to be a couple of hours away? Why?” You cried hitting his chest every time you asked a question.

Changkyun grabbed your arms which made your tears fall. You looked up at him and see his pained expression. ‘Why is he the one hurting?’ You think it’s unfair of him to look like that when he was the one leaving. He watched your face break again, so he pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry.” He said holding you tight. ‘Is that it?’ You think as he holds you. You wait, you wait for his answer, you wait for his explanation, you wait as he holds you into his arms. But the answers never came. He held you until it was the last chance to board his plane without giving you anything. He left you with unanswered questions and the last time his lips would meet yours.

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Life stopped for me, at least for a while. I spent the remaining summer in bed. Jooheon would visit me every now and then. The first couple times he tried to get me out of bed, but he gave up and just held me while I cried in his arms. Is it pathetic that I’m so open with letting you know how much you hurt me when you’re probably doing fine? You probably started living your life the moment you landed. You were always better at adjusting. It took me a couple of weeks in university before I started opening up again. I didn’t think there was a point to make friends anymore. No one would hold the same meaning as you. No one could make me forget you. You were everything to me, you were my first everything.

But of course, life started moving on eventually. I started making friends again, I was focusing on my future, and I had my very first boyfriend. I thought you were going to take all my firsts. His name was Yoonoh, he was a sweet classmate. He was lovely and treated me well, but we were young, and it ended. We just didn’t work out. I thought of you often while I was with him – maybe that was one of the reasons it ended. I dated other guys after him, some lasted longer than the others, some weren’t even worth remembering. I always thought of you though. I wondered whether you were doing the same – whether you started dating that is. It is only normal to start dating but you never showed any interest when I knew you. But I didn’t know you that well clearly and you could hide things so easily from me.

Even after I finished my degree, Jooheon and the council boys are still in my life. It’s crazy to think of all the people I grew up with, you’re the one that isn’t here anymore. It’s been torture for me these past couple of years. You are no longer here but I see you everywhere. How does every little thing still remind me of you? I get filled with thoughts like, I wonder if Changkyun would like this. How would he comfort me about whatever made me sad that time? Would he treat me differently than they would? All these useless unanswered questions. Why do I still bother to ask them? It’s been five years since we last saw each other, five years since we last spoke, and five years since you said goodbye. Life didn’t stop no matter how much I wanted it to. I just wanted it to freeze in time when you were holding me in your arms and stay there but it didn’t.

“Earth to y/n!” Your co-worker waved her hand in your face to get your attention. “Off in dreamland thinking of your boyfriend again?” She teased rolling her eyes.

“Sorry, I just got a lot on my mind.” You say trying to get back to work. You were thinking about him again. You always wondered why you still were. You checked your watch before saving and locking your computer. “I’m going on lunch. I’ll be back.” Your friend waved you off as you went to go meet Jooheon, Hyungwon and Hoseok.

The three were working in a music label a couple of blocks next to you so the four of you saw each other often. Hoseok worked as a producer, Jooheon worked as a composer and Hyungwon was a producer-in-training that mainly focused on DJing for clubs and events. You, on the other hand, became a fashion designer for this up-and-coming brand. You met the boys at the regular restaurant you four frequent and greeted them as you took your seat next to Jooheon. It was an everyday routine. You went to work, had lunch with the boys, went home and slept. Nothing new, nothing interesting. Just like routine. Just how you liked it.

At the moment, you were kind of single – kind of, in the sense that you are seeing someone, but it wasn’t anything serious. His name is Lim Jaebum. God, he is probably the hottest guy you’ve slept with. He’s sexy, mysterious, and full of trouble and that’s why it wasn’t anything serious. You and Jaebum never labelled the relationship; you both didn’t care to. So, you safely assumed that he wasn’t exactly keeping it in his pants and so you didn’t stop yourself from having fun yourself either. You both worked in that way. You both had your own fun but always end up calling each other at the end of the night. Jaebum would always joke around thanking whoever damaged you so he could have you like this. You always brushed it off and make a joke right back at him at how he isn’t exactly perfect either. But every now and then it would get into your head, and you would question yourself. Why did all your relationships fail? Not all the relationships you had were like the one you have with Jaebum. Some of them were nice, sweet, and loving. Some of them had potential but for some reason or another it just never worked out.

“Y/n did you hear what I said?” Hoseok asks. You sigh. Your friend was right, you’ve been spacing out too much – thinking too much. You gave a small sorry which just made him smile in return. “Well, given your reaction, I assume you didn’t hear what I said. So…I’m getting married.” Two things hit you the moment those words left Hoseok’s mouth: happiness for your friend and sadness for yourself. You didn’t understand why you had a gut wrenching feeling as you stood up and gave Hoseok a big hug and congratulated him. You didn’t understand why your happiness for him was only felt at a superficial level. You didn’t understand why you couldn’t form a single thought in your head after that.

━━━☆

“For someone whose friend is just getting married, you don’t seem that enthusiastic.” Jaebum says as he plops on your bed. You watched as he made himself comfortable in your bed. As if he read your mind he smirks, “Word travels fast, Hyunwoo told Yugyeom.” You nodded and turned your back towards him to undress out of your work clothes. Jaebum and you had an interesting arrangement. Well, you two were roommates and that was how your arrangement began. You needed a place to stay after university and Hyunwoo worked with Yugyeom who was moving out of his shared apartment which meant there was a spare room for you. Yugyeom did jokingly warn you about Jaebum before you moved in though. You should have listened. You two lived civilly and stayed out of each other’s way until he caught you touching yourself and one thing led to another, and you didn’t need to take care of yourself anymore. You two never brought anyone home but you both spent nights without coming home and you both weren’t naïve enough to not know what that meant. Despite your relationship, you two were still good friends. You two really knew how to separate the bedroom time and the friendship. But because of your intimate relationship, Jaebum knew you quite well. “You still in love with him?”

You whipped around to face him shocked by the question. Were you really that easy to read? “Who?!”

Jaebum’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hoseok? Didn’t you say you had the biggest crush on him in high school?” Jaebum watch you sigh in relief as you clutch your chest.

“God, that was ages ago Jae and it was nothing but a schoolgirl crush. I’m happy for him.” You turn around again and continued to take your clothes off.

There is a contrast between the Jaebum you sleep with and the Jaebum he keeps close to himself. The Jaebum, you and everyone sleeps with, is chic and relaxed. He doesn’t take anything seriously and is good at making you forget everything. The other Jaebum, on the other hand, is meticulous, observing, and analytical. That Jaebum knows exactly what to say or ask to make you unravel and reveal everything about yourself. That Jaebum has the power to make you rethink everything about yourself and your life no matter how much you don’t want to. “So, who are you still in love with then?” You see his calculating eyes watch your form through your mirror. Ironically, you felt naked whenever he looked at you like that; like he can read and see every inch of your soul. “Whoever it is, you should get over them.”

God, you hate that Jaebum. You turn around unhooking your bra. Jaebum’s eyes remain stoic and distant which always made you want to curl up into a ball and hide but you pushed through. You crawled on top of him and see a small smirk play on his lips as his hands meet your waist. “You talk too much.” You say before meeting his eager lips ignoring the fact that he’s right.

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I thought I had moved on with my life. I got through university, had fleeting relationships and new memories that could replace you. But I guess there is a part of me that remained as the high school girl you scarred with your kisses. Because of you, my heart is not moving forward no matter how long it’s been, no matter how many good guys I meet. I don’t know why. You said goodbye to me all those years ago, but I haven’t let you go. I should let you go. I need to let you go.

I want to get married, Changkyun. No, I’m going to get married. And to put it simply, this is the reasons for my letters. This is the reason why after all these years, I am finally reaching out to you. I know it’s stupid for me to tell you all these things, but I need closure. You are the most important person in my life. I can’t just forget you just like that – even if I want to. I still think of you. I think about all the memories we had, the times you took care of me, the times you made my heart burst. I need to let that go. I need to let you go. It is bittersweet. I knew I had to do this someday. It is for the best. But I couldn’t rest until I got to say all the things I regret not saying at the time. I wished I had the courage to tell you, thank you for taking care of me the way that you did. Thank you for never speaking about my parents and never making me feel bad about my family situation. Thank you for holding me when my grandmother passed away. Did you know the only thing she asked me before she passed was to hold onto you? I feel so sorry I failed her. I wished I held onto you better. I wish I knew all the things I know now and did things differently. I should have told you I loved you. I had so many opportunities to tell you; I should have said it when you first kissed me, when you took me as your prom date and we won prom king and queen, or that day in our graduation when you were holding me close as we danced the night away. I should have told you that time stopped for me and all I saw was you. I should have told you that you going away shouldn’t mean anything, that I’ll wait, I’ll send letters, I’ll visit. I’m sorry Changkyun, for all the things I couldn’t do and say. I will always love you, my best friend, my first love and my first heartbreak. I will never forget you even if you forget me.

I promise in another life, I’ll love you the way you deserved to be loved.

[a/n] thank you so much for reading this short series! if you have any feedback pls let me know bc i’m just a pos.

so this is the end of to my first! ((or is it)) there may or may not be a real ending but i’ll only post it if it’s wanted otherwise, it is the end!

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Puppy Love! A werewolf!Reader x Zim tail!

Special request for @cinnimonbunbunnie. I absolutely adore their art and I had a ton fun writing this! Hope you enjoy!

The full moon cast a mystical glow as Zim’s Voot Runner whizzed across the sky.

Ever since GIR had gone missing earlier that morning, Zim had been looking high and low for him.

From the Krazy Taco shop to the local dance club, Zim couldn’t seem to find GIR anywhere and was starting to get worried!

Zim let out an enraged growl and ripped off his disguise.

“C’mon GIR! Where are you?! TELL ME! TELL ME!” A few tears trickled down Zim’s cheeks as he shook the Voot Runner’s controls.

Unfortunately, all of Zim’s shaking caused him to lose control of the Voot Runner.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The Voot Runner’s warning sirens blared as the ship begun to rumble.

Zim screamed as he frantically tried to regain control. Alas, Zim’s attempts were in vain, for the Voot Runner was sent spiraling towards the ground.

“EJECT! EJECT!” Zim screeched as he rapidly pressed the Eject button

CRASH!

SMASH!

The Voot Runner slammed into a nearby forest.

“EJECT COMMAND INITIATED”

THUD!

Zim’s face kissed the ground.

Zim spat out the dirt in his mouth as he slowly peeled himself off the ground.

“Ruined. Ruined. Irken engineering reduced to..this.” Zim groaned as he stood before the ruins of his fallen ship.

Every bit of the Voot Runner was in shambles. It’s windows were shattered and it’s engines were in flames.

Zim let out an engaged growl as he turned away from what was left of his ship.

“Clearly, there must be some kind of disturbance in this area that interfered with the Voot’s directional signals. Once I find GIR I shall hunt down that evil disturbance.” Zim’s voice oozed with venom as the Voot’s flaming remains burned behind him.

Taking a deep breath Zim pulled out his communicator from his PAK.

“Minimoose, respond!”

The communicator projected an image of Minimoose sitting in front of the TV.

“Nyeh?”

“Minimoose, the Voot Runner has been damaged. I need you to send out the recovery vehicle at once! And be sneaky about it!” Zim commanded as he put his hands on his hips

“Nyeh?”

“No, still no signs of GIR but I shall not give up! Zim never gives up! NEVER!” Zim declared as he pointed to the sky.

“Nyah!”

“I think you’re cool too, Minimoose!” Zim giggled as he cleared his throat, “Now hurry up with the recovery vehicle!”

“Nyah!”

And with that, Minimoose cut the call and got the recovery vehicle.

“Excellent! At least I still have Minimoose to help me…” Zim sighed as he folded his arms.

While he would never admit it, Zim truly did care for his insane little robot. GIR and Minimoose were the closest things to friends Zim ever had.

Without his robot minions, Zim wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. The Tallest were busy leading Operation: Impending Doom 2, and humans were stupid and inferior.

GIR and Minimoose were all he had and Zim couldn’t bear to lose either of them.

“HI MASTER!”

Speak of the robot! Zim whipped around and sure enough, there GIR was with his usual cheerful grin.

“GIR? Is that really you?” A few more tears formed in Zim’s eyes as he spoke.

“Uh-Huh!”

A few tears trickled down Zim’s cheeks as a relieved smile spread across his features.

“GIR…HOW DARE YOU WORRY YOUR MASTER?!” Zim roared as he grabbed GIR and shook him.

“Aww! You were worried about meeee?” GIR giggled as he clasped his hands together.

“NO!” Zim denied as he dropped GIR to the ground, “I was worried about..um…the amount of trouble you’d cause! Yes! That’s it!”

“Aww! You missed me! You missed me!!” GIR sang as he jumped off the ground.

“I did NOT! Zim misses no one! NO ONE!” Zim huffed as he folded his arms.

“Ok, Ok.” GIR giggled as he picked up a stick and started to play with it.

“GIR! Unhand that Urth filth!” Zim snapped as he gestured to the stick.

GIR pouted but obliged.

“Once Minimoose arrives with the Voot recovery vehicle, we’re going home and updating your tracking chip.” Zim grumbled as he pinched the middle of his forehead.

“Oh, I left that at home.” GIR scoffed as he flicked his wrist.

“You left what at home?”

“The trackey chippy thingy”

Zim’s eyes widened in shock.

“D’oh! Why would you do that?!” Zim snapped as he curled his fingers in front of his face.

“To make room for the cupcake!” GIR chirped as he popped a cupcake out of his head and greedily devoured it.

“Well that explains why I had such a hard time finding you all day. I’m guessing you also left your communication projector at home as well.” Zim grumbled as he put his hands on his hips.

“Yup! Had to make room for the ice cream!” GIR tried to pop ice cream out of his head but it had melted! All that came out was a soggy cone.

Zim dragged a hand down his face and groaned.

“Why must you do these things to me?!”

GIR sniffled as a few tears spilled from his eyes.

Zim’s face softened at the sight of GIR crying.

“I can see that me being frustrated will get us nowhere. We should probably-”

“AWOOO!”

Zim was cut off by a loud, pained howl echoing in the distance.

“What was that…”

“AWOOO!”

Zim felt a shiver run down his spine as the howling drew closer.

“I’ll go check!” GIR sang as he trotted off after the howling.

“GIR! Don’t go running off again! I command you to get back here at once!” Zim demanded as he pointed to his side.

However, Zim was too late as GIR had already disappeared into the woods.

“Ooh! GIR! Why must you be this way?!” Zim whined as he chased after GIR.

“AWOOO!”

The deeper Zim traveled the louder the howling became. Zim felt his body tremble but he carried onwards none the less.

It wasn’t long before Zim had finally tracked down GIR.

“GIR! There you are! Will you stop running off like-”

“AWOO!”

“That…”

Zim’s blood ran cold as the howling was louder than ever.

RUSTLE! RUSTLE!

Dead leaves crunched as the sound of footsteps drew near.

Zim wanted to run but fear kept his body frozen in place.

Two golden eyes peered out from with in the trees as the mysterious creature’s silhouette slowly started to appear.

“AWOO!”

You jumped out from the shadows of the trees, your caramel coat glistening under the light of the full moon.

Zim’s antennas drooped as his ruby eyes widened in shock. Never had he seen such a large wolf before!

You curiously inspected the two strange creatures before you. They were clearly aliens but whether or not they were friendly was the real question.

“HI MONGOOSE!”

GIR ’s cheerful squeal broke the silence.

Yup. They were definitely friendly. A bit confused but friendly.

You simply giggled and playfully shook your head.

You looked over at Zim, who had yet to say a word.

It seemed as if fear had robbed him of his usual loud, commanding voice along with his movement.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” You teased playfully as you tilted your head.

“Eh?! You can speak?! I didn’t know Urth wolves could speak!” Zim nearly fell onto his bottom.

“Well, most Urth wolves can’t speak but I’m a werewolf so I’m an exception.” You giggled as you sat up straighter.

“Were…wolf?”

“Yup, most days I’m human but when the full moon is out I turn into a wolf.” You explained as you looked up towards the moonlit sky.

“Really? So humans can turn into wolves when there’s a full moon?” Zim’s antennas perked up as his fear melted into curiosity.

“Not exactly…Only a few special humans, like me, turn into wolves.” You explained as you gestured to yourself.

“I see…Fascinating! So how long does the transformation last?” Zim asked as he stroked his chin.

“Well, it’s different depending on who you ask. For me it only lasts until sunrise. Which is good, since it can be pretty awkward for a talking wolf to show up to an all human skool” You giggled as you flicked your tail.

“Why would it be awkward? I thought humans were supposed to like dogs.” Zim scratched his head as he spoke.

“Ordinary humans think dogs are cute and fluffy. Wolves on the other paw, are considered to be big and scary. Not to mention the amount of drama if they found out I could talk! They would probably lock me away and experiment on me or something!” You shuddered at the mere thought of what horrors the humans could inflict upon you.

“Wait! Humans want to experiment on you too?”

“Oh yeah. My parents always told me that ordinary humans do terrible things to what that they don't understand. So I was told to stay away from them during the full moon so they won’t hurt me. I thought my parents were overreacting until….” You trailed off as you gently lied down on the ground.

“Until what?”

“Well…Let’s just say, humans can be more cruel than you’d expect..” You sighed as your ears flattened.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Zim muttered as he sat down beside you, “Some humans can’t seem to keep their smelly big heads to themselves.”

Your head perked up at the mention of a ‘big smelly head’.

“Wait a second. You wouldn’t happen to know a human named ‘Dib’ would you?”

“Dib?! You know him too?!” Zim yelped as his ruby eyes widened in surprise.

“Know him?! He’s the one who did all this to me!” You whimpered as you gestured to various wounds near your backside.

Zim let out a gasp at the sight of your wounds. While he had definitely seen worse, he couldn’t help but feel terrible for you. Your wounds seemed fresh, indicating your altercation with Dib was recent.

“I was just trying to sleep and he tried to capture me in this crazy werewolf trap! It was awful! I managed to bust out but he tried to tranquilize me! Eventually I managed to out run him but I’m still scared he’s still following me…” You sniffled as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.

Zim’s antennas drooped as he noticed your tears. He tried to reach out to comfort you but decided against it.

He’d been dealing with Dib’s tomfuckery since the day he came to Urth. So he was used to being beaten and bruised. Dib never scared him so Zim was never bothered by his nonsense. If anything he actually found it fun to mess with him.

However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Dib wasn’t so fun to deal with when he was someone else’s problem.

Zim always knew that Dib was obsessed with hunting all kinds of paranormal beasts, but he never thought that he treated the other beasts as terribly as he treated him.

Zim always assumed Dib fought with him because he was trying to destroy the Urth! He never thought that Dib would attack an innocent creature!

You were just trying to go into sleep mode! You weren’t bothering anyone! For a boy with such a big head, he sure had a small brain!

Normally, Zim couldn’t care less about a stranger’s pain. After all, Urth’s destruction wasn’t exactly going to be painless. All life on Urth would have to suffer for the sake of the Irken Empire.

However, something about seeing you in pain made his blood boil.

Maybe it was because he knew how it felt to be mistreated for simply existing. Maybe it was because he couldn’t stand seeing injustice. Or maybe it was because he really really hated Dib.

Whatever the reason was, Zim couldn’t let you live your life in fear of that big headed creep!

“Fear not, eh….What did you say your name was?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Right! Fear not, Y/N! I shall offer my assistance! For It seems we have a common enemy, the FLITHY Dib-worm!” Zim growled as he pointed to the sky.

“Wait, what? Please tell me Dib didn’t try to capture you too!” You whimpered as you turned to look at Zim.

“Well of course he tried but my SUPERIOR IRKEN BRAIN outsmarted him every time!” Zim boasted as he jumped to his feet.

“Really? So you know how to get rid of him?” Hope twinkled in your eyes as you spoke.

“Of course I do! Now, join me, Y/N-Beast! Join Zim and together we shall end the Dib’s reign of terror once and for all!” Zim cackled as he dramatically stood on top of a large rock.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Zim’s over the top behavior. He truly was a quite the character.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut of by an all too familiar voice.

“THERE YOU ARE! THIS TIME I’LL FINALLY CATCH YOU!”

Dib’s voice cut through the air like nails on a chalkboard. He rushed through the trees with his werewolf hunting gear in tow.

You let out a startled whimper and hid behind the rock Zim was standing on.

“Your reign of terror ends now, Dib! Surrender or suffer the wrath of Zim!” Zim bellowed as he put his hands on his hips.

“What the-Zim?! You’re working with the werewolf?!” Dib spluttered as he almost dropped his gear.

“This fluffy wolf beast has suffered with your pathetic Dib filth long enough! Give up now while you still have a brain to…give up…with!” Zim stuttered as he shot Dib a glare.

“Seriously, Zim? Since when were you into protecting werewolves-”

“DO NOT QUESTION ZIM!”

“No matter, I’ll just expose you both! Here I go!”

And with that, Dib pulled out a taser and lunged straight for Zim.

Zim was about to jump out of the way when.

FWHIP!

CLANG!

PLOP!

You jumped up and knocked Dib to the ground, causing him to drop his taser.

“You leave us alone, you creep!” You growled through gnashing teeth.

“Well, that was unexpected! But no matter! Prepare yourself for the end, Dib!” Zim roared as he jumped off the rock.

Dib slowly peeled himself off the ground and shook his head rapidly.

“Alright, you both asked for it!” Dib sneered as he pulled out a tranquilizer gun.

POW!

“Y/N-Beast! Look out!” Zim commanded as he pushed you out of the way.

POP!

CLINK!

A purple forcefield popped out of Zim’s PAK, protecting both you and him from the tranquilizer dart.

“Thanks for the save!” You panted as you stood behind Zim.

“Nice try, Dib-worm! But Zim is immune to all of your pathetic tricks!” Zim cackled as he deactivated the forcefield.

“Let’s see if you’re immune to this!” Dib chuckled as he pulled out a small blue ball and chucked it directly at Zim’s head.

CLANG!

You jumped into the air and swatted the ball back to Dib. The ball opened up to reveal a large electric net.

Dib let out a shriek as he managed to just barely dodge the net.

“Oh come on! Is that the best you can do? You’re making this too easy!” Dib taunted as he pulled out a shock collar and ran straight for you.

You managed to swiftly jump out of the way but Dib wasn’t deterred

“Oh no you don’t! I’m not going to let you get away this time!” Dib snarled as he jumped onto your back.

You let out a howl as you thrashed about, desperately trying to shake him off of you.

“GIR! Defensive mode!” Zim commanded as he pointed to Dib.

BEEP! BEEP!

GIR’s eyes turned red as he gave a salute. He was about to attack when he got distracted by a stick.

Letting out a giggle, GIR’s eyes returned to their usual cheerful teal color as he began to play with the stick.

“You’re terrible, GIR!” Zim growled as he dragged his hand down his face.

Dib used his free hand to grab onto your fur as he tried to get the collar around your neck.

“Once I capture you freaks, Mysterious Mysteries will be begging for me to be on their show! Then the whole world will finally see that I’m-ACK!”

Dib’s monologue was cut off by Zim yanking him off of you, causing him to drop the shock collar.

“That you’re a pathetic fool? You don’t need Mysterious Mysteries’ help for that.” Zim mocked as he loomed over him.

“Takes one to know one, space lizard!” Dib countered as he jumped up and shoved Zim to the ground.

Zim let out a scream as he tumbled backwards and landed right on his bottom.

Dib chuckled darkly as he pulled out his alien sleep cuffs.

Zim tried to back away, only for his back to smack into a tree.

“Give it up, Zim! I’ve got you cornered!” Dib smirked as he drew closer.

Zim was about to fight back when,

“AWOOO!”

FWISH!

PAF!

You slammed into Dib, causing him to drop his sleep cuffs and go flying into a nearby tree.

CLANG!

RRIP!

The impact caused Dib’s protective armor to fall to the ground, tearing a massive hole in the body suit underneath.

Dib groaned as he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. His vision cleared to reveal you and Zim looming over him.

You gnashed your teeth and let out a low growl as you put a paw on his chest.

Dib let out a gasp and tried to get up but your paw kept him trapped in place.

“You know, all it takes is one scratch from me and you’ll be the one being exposed.” You snarled as you shot him a glare.

“Heh. You think I’m stupid? I’m wearing silver armor…There’s no way your wolf claws can get through it.” Dib heaved.

“Are you, Dib? Are you?” Zim mocked as he held up the fallen piece of armor.

Dib let out a yelp as he looked down and noticed the hole in his body suit. Sure enough, the hole left his entire shoulder vulnerable.

“Now, are you gonna leave us alone? Or would you rather become a ‘freak’ yourself?” You growled as you looked down at Dib’s exposed shoulder.

“Ok! Ok! Just let me go! Please!” Dib whimpered as he frantically tried to wriggle out of your grip.

“Glad to see you’ve made the right choice.”

And with that, you carefully released Dib.

Dib gasped as he finally managed to catch his breath.

“Enjoy your defeat at the Zim hands of ZIM! Oh and Y/N” Zim let out a maniacal laugh as he reached towards the sky.

“Go on, laugh all you want! For I have recorded the entire thing! Irrefutable proof of both of your-HUH?! Where’s my camera?!”

Sure enough, Dib’s camera was in the hands of GIR. GIR happily giggled as he begun to smash the camera with his stick.

“HA! Great work, GIR! Just like we totally planned!” Zim cheered as he gave GIR a thumbs up.

“Aw, man! That was my favorite camera!” Dib whined as he grabbed the sides of his head.

“Heh. Payback’s a jerk huh, Dib?” You teased as you stuck out your tongue at him.

“You may have won this round but just you wait! I’ll be back with even more tools! And a stronger camera! I’ll expose you both if it’s the last thing I do!” Dib seethed as he ran off into the woods.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try!” You called out as you shook your head.

“Are you alright, Y/N-beast?” Zim asked as he looked you over.

“Yeah, I’m alright. How about you?”

“Never better! Zim can handle anything!” Zim boasted as he puffed out his chest a bit.

“I can tell. Heh. We make a pretty good team, Zim.” You giggled as you wagged your tail a bit.

“Indeed we do! Indeed we do! Which is why I am going to bestow upon you the honor of being an honorary minion!” Zim announced as he patted your head.

You were about to respond but the suddenly pinkish sky caught your eye.

“Looks like the sun is rising. I better get going!” You yelped as you turned to leave.

“Wait! Before you leave you must promise not to tell a single soul of what you’ve seen! Understand? NOT A SINGLE SOUL!” Zim demanded as he stomped his foot.

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t tell anyone about you!” You insisted with a giggle.

“Excellent! Though, if you break your promise I will destroy you.” Zim threatened as he narrowed his ruby eyes.

You were about to respond when the light of the rising sun poured down upon you.

FSHH!!

With a bright flash, you reverted back to your human self.

Zim’s PAK sparked a bit as his face turned a deeper shade of green.

Despite your tattered clothes, you were absolutely lovely!

“Welp. Looks like you get to see the real me.” You chuckled nervously as you rubbed the back of your head.

Zim tried to speak but the words got caught in his throat.

“I really should be going now. I hope we can meet again someday!” You chirped as you rushed off.

“Uh-huh” Was all Zim could muster as he watched you vanish into the forest.

“Nyah!”

The sound of Minimoose’s squeaking woke Zim from his trance.

“ACK! Oh it’s just you. Have you brought the recovery vehicle for the Voot?”

“Nyah!” Minimoose nodded as they gestured to the large pig behind them.

“Excellent! Now, come on GIR! Let’s go home!” Zim insisted as he hopped onto the pig.

“Okie Dokie!” GIR giggled as he followed suit.

As the pig soared through the pink sky, Zim let out a sigh of relief.

“I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson from all of this, GIR.”

GIR simply giggled in response.

“What’s so funny?!”

“Y/N sure was preeettyy, huh master?” GIR teased as he clasped his hands.

“They were NOT! Y/N is a filthy wolf-human… thing! I have no attraction to them whatsoever and I hope I don’t have to see them ever again!” Zim denied as his face turned a darker shade of green.

“Nyah!” Minimoose giggled.

“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!” Zim roared as he tugged on his antennas.

“Ok, sorry, master.” GIR giggled.

Despite his claims, Zim still couldn’t get you out of his head. For deep down, he really hoped to see you again someday…

#invader zim #Invader Zim x reader #werewolf

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louadorable126 · 4 years ago

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Demons(you).me Chapter 5 - Burgers and Meetings

>>Click here to read over on Ao3!<<

Art by Aya/ITOUYAS! <3

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Summary:

In a city controlled by the generally altered race of Demons, Lady's life as a mercenary on the lower floor was never easy. Especially when she ran into Dante. A demon on the hunt for his missing brother.

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Important information!

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Realtionships: Dante x Lady, Vergil x Lady

Characters: Lady (Devil May Cry), Dante (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry) Morrison (Devil May Cry), Nell Goldstien (Devil May Cry) Eva (Devil May Cry), Sprada (He’s mentioned bless him), Mundus (Also Mentioned)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Genetic Engineering, Sci-fi Fantasy, Strip Clubs and Strippers, Dystopia, Seizures, Flirting, Eva and Sprada are alive! :D, Human Experimentation, Cults.

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Chapter 5

When Vergil said he wanted to take a break, Lady certainly hadn’t expected…this.

After walking a few blocks away from the cult’s abandoned lab, the group had stumbled across a fast food truck cosily tucked away beneath a monorail bridge; the occasional train passing overhead and zooming passed in a matter of seconds. Needless to say, Dante had been quick to drag them over to such a ramshackle establishment, the moment his nose caught whiff the sizzling of meat on its grill.

Before Lady knew it, she found herself left on her own in the middle of the road. Vergil had isolated himself away from his twin’s embarrassing display, as he mindlessly drooling over the truck's menu while resting his chin against the van’s rusted counter, by going over to one of the supporting pillars of the bridge and leaning back against it. Of course, he didn’t exactly look like he was in the mood for company; looking lost in thought as he gazed up at the towering layers cascading up to the metal sky above him. Vergil always seemed to have a way to project an aura of intense disinterest when he didn’t want to be spoken too. So not really knowing what to do with herself, Lady walked over to the fast food truck.

“Hey kid, you gonna get anything or not?” The gruff, bearded, chef behind the counter asked in a polite tone. Wiping down his newly washed, worn tongs with a cloth.

“Uhhh give me a moment. It's hard to decide-“

“Not for me! Can I please have a hot dog?” Lady chimed in, as she approached. Standing beside the red demon.

Startled, Dante quickly pushed himself away from the counter and looked over at her in surprise.

“What? Thought you were the only one that was hungry?” Lady taunted with a sly smirk.

“No! I- uh…” The demon frantically stumbled for his words, caught completely off guard by her bluntness. All of a sudden, he turned in the direction of the chef and threw up two fingers. “I’ll have two of the Mega burgers please!”

“Sure. That’ll be 7.50.” The older man informed them. Swapping his hand so a holographic payment screen appeared in front of the pair.

Lady swiftly pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and tapped it against the screen. A moment later a bright green “Payment Received” sign appeared and the hologram vanished into thin air. With a pleased nod, the chef quickly got to work putting two meat patties onto his grill, followed by frying the spongy, inner section of the buns.

“Two burgers, huh?” Lady asked curiously. Raising a playful eyebrow, as she crossed her arms.

“Well, one’s for Verge.” Dante explained, taking a glance over his shoulder at his stoic twin. Resting the back of his head against the supporting pillar with his eyes shut, seemingly in some sort of ‘meditation’. “The guy will never admit he’s hungry. But Eva would totally kill me if she thought he hadn’t been fed!"

“Are you sure he’s going to like it?” Lady questioned in an unsure tone. Leaning in closer to Dante, and keeping her voice low, and away from the prying ears of the nearby chef. “Your brother doesn’t seem like a guy whose taste palate would fit...this kind of place.”

“Nah! I’m sure he’ll be fine with it!” Dante reassured, waving his hand dismissively at the idea.

Lady still didn’t 100% agree with Dante’s assumption; her gut instinct screaming at her that this was a terrible idea. But who was she to argue when she’d only known his brother for around a day or so? Dante had known him his whole life. “If you say so then."

The two quickly fell into silence after that. The space left empty by their words was quickly filled by the satisfying sound of sizzling and spitting from the grill, and the low tunes of a rock song escaping out of the nearby radio. Their meals were coming close to being done, as the chef applied two slices of cheese over the meat and went to go and stuff the hot dog into a bun.

“Hey Lady…” Dante suddenly started to ask. His voice uncharacteristically soft in tone. Something that didn’t slip Lady’s notice, as she looked up at the boyish face hidden beneath that crimson hood of his. “What do you plan to do after me and Vergil leave?”

Well that certainly caught her off guard! At first, it seemed like such a strange thing for him to be asking. Part of her thought that they’d be together for a longer time yet. That even bringing up the idea that they would disband their small party seemed out of place at this moment. But, the more she thought about it, she started to realise where Dante was going with this.

Dante had found his brother, and by all means had completed the original mission he had set out for himself down here. It was only through Vergil’s intervention and insistence that they protect the true nature of their heritage that the boys were still here with her. Nothing more nothing less. And…well they were coming close to making that a reality.

Granted, they had about as much a clue as her when it came to predicting where or whether the next ‘leak’ would appear. It could just be that they would have to deal with this cultist and then everything would be fine. No more work would have to be done and the brother’s could return to their newly discovered mother for a heart to heart. That they would leave her, and she’d return to a mundane life without the thrill or adventure she had experienced over the last few days.

And if Lady had to be honest…she didn’t really want to go back to that.

A swell of anxiety started to curl in her stomach. She opened her mouth to speak, her breath heavy with conflicted emotion.

“Well…I’d probably just go back to working as a mercenary under Morrison. Don’t think much else would change really.” She answered honestly, with a small shrug.

Yet, a part of her couldn’t just leave it at that. A nagging sensation reminded her that things would change once he and his brother finally left. Maybe it was because of an overwhelming sense of sentimentality she’d grown to feel towards the demon. But Lady didn’t want him to think she wouldn’t care for his departure when it finally came. That she wasn’t thankful for what he’d done for her.

She leaned back against the trucks metal counter, letting out a small sigh, as she looked out into the distinct wistfully “But, you know....I think I’d miss your dumb ass. Things will be much less fun around here without you!”

“Who are you calling a dumb ass?” Dante whined in a jovial voice. He obviously wasn’t particularly offended by her slight jab, if that sly smile playing on his lips anything to go by. Lightheartedly poking her shoulder.

Lady couldn’t help but smile too, as she raised her hands in defence. “What? I’m just speaking the truth-“

“Alright you lovebirds! Meal's ready!” A deep voice from behind interrupted. At the sound, the pair quickly turned around. Finding the bearded chef standing directly behind them with a brown paper bag seeped with grease in one hand, and a cardboard container with a hotdog sticking out of it in the other.

Oh god! Not this again! Lady cursed in the back of her mind. Unable to save herself from the rush of heat flooding her cheeks with red, as she gingerly took the items off the man and quickly handed the paper bag over to Dante by shoving it at his chest. Head tilted down shamefully throughout. I’m never going to hear the end of this! Why does everything think just because we’re around the same age he’s my boyfriend! It's so infuriating-

“Thank you” She mumbled in a small voice to the chef. Cutting off her inner turmoil before it could rise to the surface. Keeping her cool as she ever so calmly grabbed Dante’s wrist and forcefully dragging him away from as fast as she could physically move. Which wasn’t that fast given that Dante was already briskly walking ahead of her, when they reached Vergil. Earning her a curious look from the blue demon, as he watched his twin seemingly lead her along. Dammit! She could only imagine what he was thinking! Stupid demons and their speed!

Without a second's hesitation, she quickly let go of Dante’s wrist. Letting Dante’s arm drop down limply, as she threw her hand up to her face and rubbed it tiredly. Trying to compose herself before all logical thought left her and she did something she’d regret. Well, if she hadn’t already. All Lady wanted to do was pray the ground would open up and swallow her whole right now!

Dante however, was completely obvious to this. Freed from her grasp, he swiftly wandered over to his nearby twin and pulled out a neatly wrapped burger, in a cream coloured napkin, out of the paper bag and presenting it to him proudly. "Bon Appetit, bro!”

Vergil looked down at the item in bemusement. As though he had not been expecting his brother to present him such a ‘gift’. Hesitantly, he reached out and gently took it from his brother’s hands. “You didn’t need to get me this, Dante. I’m not particularly famished right now.”

“Yeah yeah! Keep saying that to yourself!” Dante said disbelievingly, waving his brother off.

He pulled his burger out of the paper bag and quickly scrunched it up into a tight ball. Looking around for a bin, the red demon was lucky enough to spot one only a couple of meters away from the group. Never being one to pass up a challenge, Dante attempted to throw the scrunched up paper bag into bin’s open mouth at a startling speed. Sending it hurtling through the air and almost barely missing its target by a small margin, if not for the light breeze that had swept in to save the day. At the sound of the small metallic clank, made by the ball as it hit the inside of the steel container, Dante fist pumped in victory as he spun back around to face Vergil. Who was shaking his head in disapproval of his little brother’s antics.

“Come on! You can’t say that wasn’t cool!” Dante exclaimed passionately. Pointing at his grumpy brother’s person with a burger in hand.

“I see nothing ‘cool’ about littering, little brother.” Vergil said coldly. Not taking his eyes off his brother, as he unwrapped his meal with one hand. “If you had missed that shot, you would have to be the one to clear it up. Not me."

“But I didn’t miss, did I?” Dante pointed out, smugly. Vergil didn’t react to his retort however. His face remained cold and impassive, barely showing a hint of emotion as he glared at his twin. An invisible tension began to mount between the two of them. Rising up until it reached its breaking point, when Dante admitted defeat with a roll of his eyes. “Alright fine! By the way, Lady's the one who bought this meal for us. So might wanna thank her a little!”

“Wha-“ Lady blurted out at the mention of her name. Not expecting to be brought back into the conversation so abruptly. Dropping her hand and letting her vision focus, when she came to her senses, she found Vergil staring at her with an awkward smile. One that looked rather forced, uncomfortable, and….ok somewhat terrifying if she had to be honest!

“Thank you…..for this.” He said in a stilted voice. Seemingly trying his best to remain polite while obviously not caring much for what he was thanking her for, like a child who got a knock off toy for Christmas.

“Oh! Uh…no worries!” Lady said awkwardly. Trying her best not to wither under that unsettling smile of his. She glanced down at the hotdog in her hand and quickly took a small bite out of it. Gosh, it had been ages since she had one! She’d almost forgotten how good they were!

Wiping away a few small crumbs from her mouth with the back of her hand, she looked back up at the two dumbfounded brother’s awkwardly staring at her while she ate. “You guys going to start eating or not? This stuff’s going to get cold soon!” She exclaimed in a muffled voice, mouth filled with food.

Without another word, Dante quickly tore open the napkin covering his burger and began to dig into it. He let out a moan of pleasure as he ate, seemingly enjoying every bite with that blissful expression on his face. It always fascinated Lady how Dante could be so pleased by anything he ate. She honestly wouldn’t have taken him as a foodie to be honest. Expecting him to be a rebellious picky eater who could only enjoy fast food and would sustain himself on nothing else.

Ironically enough, however, that title seemingly went to his brother. Vergil had yet to touch his burger in the slightest. Instead, he had pulled back the burger's wrapping and bun ever so slightly, and awkwardly poked its inner contents with his finger and gave it a rigorous examination before it went anywhere near his mouth. It was obviously not a pleasant conclusion however, as a growing look of vile disgust formed on his fair features. His face twisting and distorting as though he was on the verge of throwing up, as he quickly pulled back his finger and hastily whipped it down with his napkin.

“Is this thing made out of rodent?” Vergil commented maybe a bit too loudly. Causing the food trucks chef peaked his head up in interest a few meters away.

“Uhhh...might wanna keep it down a little, Vergil!” Lady said in a hushed voice, chewing on her food. Catching sight of the man’s movements out of the corner of her eye. Worrying that the chef might kick them out of the area, the mercenary quickly spun back around to check on the older man. Thankfully, Lady was relieved to find, however, that the bearded chef sat back down in his truck, and was nodding his head to the beat of the radio.

“I’m not eating this.” The blue demon asserted coldly. He took a step forward. Moving to walk past his brother, as he headed towards the bin.

All of a sudden, he was stopped by a strong arm appearing in front of him and reaching out across his chest, blocking his way.

“Hold it right there, princess!” Dante said in a muffled voice. Stopping for a moment taking a bite out of his own burger. “Look, it's not that bad! In fact I think these burgers are pretty tasty! So I’m not sure what you're being a crybaby about bro! But, I’m not gonna let your waste a perfectly good meal-“ Dante reached out to his brother with open hand. “Hand it over if you don’t want it.”

Vergil slapped away his brother’s hand with a growl. “I’m not a crybaby, Dante! I just have standards for what I put into my body!” He paused for a moment, taking a deep, shaky breath. Looking down at the burger in his hand with a hard, determined glare, as though he was facing down a fearsome foe in combat. "This meal is mine, and mine alone. Not yours, little brother! If you wish for me to prove to you that I can eat it. Then I will! "

Finishing his dramatic monologue, and without a second's hesitation, Vergil bought the burger up to his mouth and slammed his teeth into it in one mighty, powerful bite. Sending a spray of sickly-sweet, bright red ketchup sauce flying out of the other end of the burger and into Dante’s face. Covering him with sauce like a tasty face paint.

“Pffffffff!” Lady burst out into roaring laughter at the comical sight. To which she was soon joined by Dante, seemingly completely uncaring for the ketchup splattered across his face as he chuckled. Ironic, as Vergil's regal face quickly turned the same bright red shade as his tomato covered brother’s, at their mocking. Deathly embarrassed, Vergil quickly turned away from the pair of them and stormed over to the nearby bin and slammed his burger inside.

As he walked back from the bin, Lady couldn’t help but feel bad for the blue demon. He was obviously trying to play off that he didn’t care about what had just transpired. His face marred with his usual stoic frigidity, icy eyes hard and lips pressed together in a firm line, actively schooling his features so that he looked emotionless. Yet, as the bright red blush slowly left his cheeks, he couldn’t hide the light, pink dusting covering his sharp cheekbones. It was both hilarious and endearing to see. Hell, Lady might even have gone as far as to say it was….cute.

Vergil walked back over to the pillar and picked his sword up off the ground, right next to the black laptop haphazardly leaning against the concrete structure. Held it close to his chest protectively, in his crossed arms, as he stubbornly gazed up at a futuristic, bullet-like train rumbling past overhead. Although, not loud enough to cover up the sound of a stomach growling in annoyance. Given that she and Dante had certainly eaten their fair share, by process of elimination it seemed Vergil was hungrier than he let on.

Taking pity on the young man, Lady awkwardly split off the untouched end of her hotdog, and strolled over to him. She coughed lightly to gain his attention, and when his fearsome gaze fell on her, she swiftly presented her peace offering with a soft smile. “Here, take half of mine.”

Vergil raised a curious, pale eyebrow at her offer from beneath his hood. Still looking uncomfortable at the idea of eating anything from the food truck. The brunette suspected that it was going to take a bit more convincing to get him to concede to her demands.

“I-uh...saw a jar of branded hotdog sausages in the van. So there shouldn’t be anything weird in it if you're worrying about that.“ She was reassured. Rubbing the back of her slim neck with her free hand.

At the news of the hotdog's authenticity, Vergil hesitantly took the uneaten half from Lady’s hand. A small smirk creeping onto his pinkish lips as he gazed down at the meal in his grasp. “Thank you, Lady.” He said in a soft voice. There was a hint of…something behind that tone, however. Something indecipherable to the mercenary.

She didn’t have time to question it too much though, as Dante walked over to the pair of them rubbing down his boyish face with the torn remains of his napkin. It seemed he’d done a successful job of clearing away much of the ketchup covering his face, however the odd spots still remained around his jawline and chin. Apparently only the top half of his face really counted when it came to cleaning himself.

“Hey, you doing alright bro?” Dante asked in a concerned voice, as he casually leaned back against the concrete pillar beside the blue demon. “Don’t worry too much about what happened. There’s a reason I wear red!”

“I thought it was because Eva got annoyed every time you came back from a mission covered in drenched in blood, dirt and god knows what else attaches itself to you.” Vergil pointed out, without missing a beat. Looking over at his twin with a fond, yet taunting gaze. Knocking Dante off guard for a brief second, before he quickly recovered.

“Heh…well I suppose that’s true! But this just proves it has other uses!” Dante lightly pat his twin on the shoulder affectionately. “Anyway, enjoy your meal bro! Let’s hope no special sauce leaks out of the other end this time!”

Dante winked at his brother with a cheeky grin as he finished talking. At first Vergil ignored him, moving to bite into his hotdog regardless. It was only after a second of processing what his twin had said, the cogs in his brain clicking into motion, that the young man realised what he was implying. His pale face quickly flushing with bright red once again. His sharp teeth just stopped shy from the hotdog's delicate bun, before slamming his mouth shut. Gritting his teeth together so tightly that his jaw began to shake.

The mercenary started to step backwards, already anticipating the ticking time bomb about to go off before her, as Vergil moved to click open Yamato’s blade with his free hand. A murderous glint in his blue eyes as he slowly tilted his head up and glared at his unassuming twin - still resting his hand on the blue demon’s shoulder. Toothy grin still etched into his features like he had been turned to stone.

I should probably get myself a soda! Lady thought to herself wisely. Breaking off in a sprint towards the food truck, the moment a flash of bright blue light sparked off behind her, out of the corner of her eye.

“DANTEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”

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#devil may cry #dmc #dante #vergil #dmc lady #dmc vergil #dmc dante #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc fanfic

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seenashwrite · 6 years ago

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14.04 Round-Up

Here, have a Nash-Is-Running-On-Fumes round-up.

Disagree on Salem Ohio. Shoulda gone Indiana. Why would you choose Salem, anyway? Given that this has nothing to do with witchy anything? Wait, does it? [Post-show pseudo-addendum: Nope.]

Shocker. Like, THE Shocker, or... 😳 *ahem*

What is the fixation with giving characters the same/similar names?

[Post-show pseudo-addendum: I get the shtick for the purposes of this episode, not entirely the point, keep reading]

And I'm also not talking about super-duper-common names (Jane, Mary, etc.), I get how those would naturally come up over the course of 13/14 years. I mean they’re fixated on the same names for women that have more than a just-passing-through role.

This chick is Sam, short for Samantha. So why not just call her Samantha? Especially given the tone of their conversation, we don’t typically revert to nicknames when we’re pissed, we typically dial it up to full first names (and for parents, to full first-and-middle). Nope, gotta be "Sam". And he said it three times. Three times in a conversation that maybe lasted a minute, to make sure we got it.

WE GOT IT

Welcome, Sam-Specifically-Not-Samantha! Meet Anna, Hannah, Anael, Jessica, Jo, Josie, Jody, Jessica, and Jo. Hope you don't die! PS: your hair is phenomenal.

I was about to say - I'd be in my room with all those people running around, too, archangel farts still bouncing around, or no.

So I take it Thundercats is DC property. Learn sumpin’ new every day (I will never need this knowledge)

You know, they *just* had a dinosaur toy come to life in Scooby. Writing wise, wish they'd have just said characters in general coming to life, would've covered the movie/comic spread and all the swag that comes with. Who wrote this? [checks] Oh fuck us, it's Perez.

Fortnite *vomit*

These outfits are fantastic, well-played, wardrobe.

"I don't know who Riley is. But cool." ---> Same, Dean-Who-May-Be-Michael-Faking. Same.

The gif of them ducking down in the car is gonna be precious.

[Post-show pseudo-addendum: Yup]

Why does Sam suddenly not know how to whip his jacket off and put pressure on a wound?

Goddamnit my food got here in time for me to miss the Dean-confronts-thing scene. Thank goodness for giffers and clippers. Though I still haven't gotten my Fluids gif from the Scooby ep. I want that gif.

Stewie is not breathing 27 times per minute. Just hire me. Let me deal with your medical shit. I ain't cheap, but I can be had.

"I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy's gonna lose" ----> gooooood, Perez, you can doooo eeeeeeet (unless that was a script editor’s call, in which case ::sigh::)

See there now, Sam's calling her Samantha. Stewie could’ve just called her "Sam" once, that plus seeing her name come up on his phone is plenty, didn’t need three farging times in less than a minute at the top of the ep. No, I'm not letting this go.

Blood transfusers don't hang out in rando hospital rooms. It just ain't a hang-out, what-if, ya-never-can-tell type of jam.

This ep's pretty much squelched my Michael impersonating Dean option, might have to be in the Michael's hiding in his back molar camp. I say that because this is the most "Dean" he's acted thus far. I mean, I *guess* he could be accessing Dean's memories about the movies, but why lay it on so thick since Sam's not around to witness it? Doesn't matter, I don't know why I'm even going down this road, I don't trust this writer's room in the least to have a carefully crafted plan that they've shared with Jensen. Well, it's beyond trust - Jensen all but said it in that interview (go find it yourselves, I'm sleepy, and this sammich ain't gonna eat itself, but I love you)

I really want Samantha's hair, and now her flannel shirt. I like her and her personality about a million times more than Maggie, why couldn't she be Maggie? OH SHIT. Samantha - I forgot to introduce you to two more members of the name game club, here's Magda and Maggie. [Post-show pseudo-addendum thanks to astute Nashooligan] We would also like to introduce you to Amelia and Amelia and also the Name Game Sorority’s den mother, Millie, who we aren’t quite sure should be included but are hedging our bets. Could be Millicent or Melissa, sure, but why not complete an Amelia trifecta? ---> I’m about to digress with a side note that has nothing to do with this ep, I just want to further cement how much you should trust my judgment: in my big story, this name shit infuriates me so much, it was a factor I considered when constructing Millie’s background. I made Millie come from a slightly posh background on her British mother’s side, and a military family life courtesy of her high-ranking American father. I searched for names that the nickname “Millie” could evolve from that I thought would sound appropriate with this somewhat upper-crust lifestyle, so I made her real name be Emeline (Em-ah-lynn for me, though I’ve heard the last part with a long “i”, too) which is a sweet and classy oldie-goldie jam I wish would come back. It’s Brit-y for her mom, allows for her dad to be the only one who calls her Millie til Henry comes along. Her brothers call her “Em”, which annoys her mom. My psychiatrist’s front office girl has this name (except double-M) but insists on going by “Em”. Not “Emma”, not “Emme”. Em. (As in Auntie Em, I just had a fever dream about little people who give out candy, and grown men dressed in costumes who like skipping down roads with young girls, and trees that throw apples, and flying monkeys, which are cool, but still.) I have found her to be idiotic in several respects over the years, and this decision was not a point in her favor. There, I’m done.

Stewie's respirations are not 115 per minute.

(I'm looking at the bottom feed, btw, in case you're wondering. His heart rate and rhythm is up near the top, BP would be bottom left and would be 2 numbers, and O2 sats max at 100. Also not art line nor ICP. I'll get a better look in gifs but pretty sure it's supposed to be his resps. Or else it is the sats and somebody's gotten their butterfingers on the training module. I mean regardless of their intent, 29 to 115′s a helluva spread for any vital sign unless it’s your heart rate whilst I’m doing CPR because straight up, I do happen to get after it pretty fierce when the occasion has arisen. Anyway, they are ass at this. All they have to do is ask. When Nashville the show was still in production, they asked us shit all the time. I’m revealing too much of my secret identity. Moving on.)

This is great, the cutting between movie and real life, high-five to editing.

Sam and Samantha are legit adorable in that scene.

HAHAHAHA hesitation elbow.

Nice cut to the movie commercial. I don't care for the reusing of all the same clips we just saw, I can't imagine there weren't extra little pieces of discarded scenes for editing to choose from, so... but otherwise, I dig it.

Thankfully, the M.E.’s stainless steel vegetable chopping knife was there in the morgue.🤨

I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally wish for a moment there, not even five seconds, when ol' boy was standing above him, we saw some Mikey flash across Dean's face with a touch - and I mean a *touch*, CG department, don't blow your whole wad per usual - of blue. That nobody sees, only the audience and the monster, have monster kinda pause, maybe look confused and hit his little button but this time it comes out with the tiniest lilt of a questioning upspeak on the last syllable, and nothing ultimately happens since Sam arrives, Dean shakes his drowsiness off, then proceed to choke hold, etc. It would fall in line with whatever route they're going (Mikey actively impersonating Dean/Mikey residuals left in Dean/Mikey passively hiding out in Dean), also be a nice audience tease.

I didn't think I needed to specify that I wanted mushrooms on this cheesesteak hoagie. On god, the world is completely falling apart.

That whole car convo was.... weird. The party memory story went on too long and was stupid as shit, sure, but the costume discussion is what I mean. And then the one it ended on was especially weird. Why not just end with a shot of the Impala and their conversation continuing with their voices fading away with the engine? End on a better duo than Thelma and Louise who, Perez, killed themselves by driving their car into a canyon. Hell, end on Scooby. I mean, you had the lunchbox which the camera held on for forever to make damn sure we all saw it, may as well double-down.

The doll's eyes should've flicked closed at the end. Missed opportunity.

Okay, cute little ep. Still leaves a bad taste in my mouth that this Perez kid can't have an original idea to save his life, though. Kinda taints it.

Heh. Check it, yo - I brought things full damn circle.

You know.

Shocker. Taint.

HEY THERE YOU GO DEAN - duo Halloween costume!

My work here is done, see y'all next week.

#SPN Season 14 #SPN S14 #SPN Spoilers #14.04 #Nash Watches Live #SPN XIV #Queueby Dooby Doo #Dad's on a blog post and #he hasn't been queued in a few days

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emmelfish · 6 years ago

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‘After woohoo, I like to celebrate with a long hike to ponder the fact that my wife being pregnant means it’ll be a while before we can have more babies.’

Pfft, keep dreaming John. Like that want about playing for tips, nice try – you have zero creativity points. Stick to wanting to praise Tabby, becoming besties with Lucy, and befriending Darren. Also if it’s so hot maybe you should take off your outerwear when you get inside?

FACK

John: What’s the best thing about gardening? Getting down and dirty with your hoes!

Jen: These interactions ALWAYS result in one of us walking away with minus points, why would you think this one would be any different? Anyway, come look at this, you’ll like this.

Jen: LOOK! He’s watching sports on TV like he’s people!

John: Oh that’s adorable! Hey speaking of sports, how is woohoo like a game of bridge?

Jen: *screams internally*

Finally, Jen gets to hang out with some intelligent lifeforms.

Jen: Alright. ‘Examine the lives of the best and the most fruitful sim and sims and ask yourself whether a tree which is supposed to grow to a proud height could do without bad weather and storms: whether misfortune and external resistance, whether any kinds of hatred, jealousy, stubbornness, mistrust, hardness, greed and violence do not belong to the favorable conditions without which any great growth even of virtue is scarcely possible?’

Tabby: Screw this.

Jen: ‘The poison from which the weaker nature perishes strengthens the strong sim – and he does not call it poison.’

John: My wife! I am so proud of you for reading to our child and furchildren and yet-to-be-born children AND getting a golden ticket to My Muse from the spiky-haired man because of your musical talent.

(Hey it’s Justin Kim again! Wonder if he’s come searching for his Hot Tub Time Machine mom.)

Justin: I’m a child and even I know that if you jump on her like that it’s not good for your yet-to-be-born children.

Pop

Jen: The hell is this?

John: You said you wanted new clothes.

Jen: But blue is so not my color.

John: But darling, now you match my shorts! 🎵Off to tend to my peppers I shall go...

Glitches

John: 🎵 With a broken arm, yes oh-ee-oh

Another day, another dollar simoleon...

Jen: TUCKER II! You lucrative little furball, thank you so much for pulling your weight while Mommy is carrying so much of it and thus can’t work herself, all thanks to that great big tit I’m married to.

John: What’s that?

Jen: I said is that the Greater Blue-Tit you’ve spotted there dear?

John: I think it is!

Jen: YAY I am so proud of you!

John: Me too!

John: Unff

I’m sorry, I can’t suspend my disbelief with this game any longer because Lucy IS the classmate that saw the rated R movie, and would be the one describing boobies and butts and bloody violence to the innocent child this chance card was actually meant for. So I picked Ignore, because a) no, and b) chance cards are bullshit, they have a 99.999999999999% chance of undoing all your good work in any scenario.

Oh looky who it is! Everyone’s favorite Desiderata resident. And, three nanoseconds of a chat with Jen results in Jen’s crumpled face of confusion and Natasha’s hatred thought bubble. Shame, really.

I’ve noticed the community tends to call her Nat, but all the Natashas I’ve known in my life (all two of them) go for Tash or Tasha. I’m torn. I’ll tell you what I’m NOT torn on. Her exquisite grilled cheese dress by the exquisite @strangetomato, amirite? 🧀

GO TABS!

Good: Tabby promoted Good: Smart investing Bad: Justin falling out with Lucy, probably because he was the kid the chance card was meant for and she was traumatizing him with talk of blood and boobies. I’m not gonna lose sleep over it, he’s all the way out in Viper Canyon so it wasn’t like they were gonna be besties in childhood. Maybe at college or something.

This family, I swear. They’re like the sim embodiment of Bender’s ‘impression of life at big Bri’s house’ in The Breakfast Club.

youtube

That’s if, uh, Bri’s parents constantly make sexually-charged advances toward one another.

Meanwhile, dat text doe! Brandi Broke Hair Hour is upon us.

Jen: Sweetie I’ve found myself wearing something I wouldn’t choose even if it were the last garment on the planet and I’m scared.

Lucy: It’s okay Mom, if I’ve lost all respect for you it’s primarily because I’m on the precipice of puberty and that’s what’s supposed to happen.

John: The heck is this? I’m the Family sim here. You can’t have it both ways.

John: THAT’S more like it. Hai little bestie!

Lucy: Hai Dad! Why are all these people in our house?

John: Oh, well Brandi Broke was on a walkby so I wanted to paint a picture of what your hair will look like tomorrow so that you’re prepared. And I got one of those annoying messages about whether I’d been abducted by aliens from Darren even though I spoke to him yesterday, so I felt guilty.

Meanwhile, Jennifer stares longingly at her guitar and gets all introspective about this five-minute lack of romance in her life, exacerbated by Brandi heartfarting at Darren. That Family/Knowledge attraction, it never fails. And yet, somehow I can’t see Dustin and Dirk as stepbrothers, but we need to find Brandi someone soon as she needs to up her brood to six for that stupid LTW about marrying off multiple kids. WHAT IF UNBORN BABYBROKE ISN’T THE MARRYING KIND, Brandi, ever think of that?!

(Makes mental note to create drahmz by making Unborn Babybroke a Romance sim who constantly disappoints its mother)

Jen: Oh that DOES it. You lot might be able to sit around waiting for these babies to fall out of me but I have to DO something.

Brandi you utter utter terrible stupid moron you are PENNILESS WHY are you tipping Jen all those simoleons 😱

Lucy meanwhile stares at her father and tries to picture Brandi’s hair on his face in a vain attempt to glimpse into her near future.

And yet... are these two meant to be though? The synchronized terrible dancing and constant thoughts of one another may be a sign. That said, Dina Caliente does that with Darren too and, much as I love Darren and Dina as individuals, the thought of that is so godawfully wrong that I always have to direct sims to speak with each of them separately in an attempt to stop them autonomously eating one another’s faces whenever they always show up in the same GD welcome wagon. #StopDinarren #SaveTheDreamers #ACRYouMonster

Lucy manages to alienate yet another boy from districts afar (like does her schoolbus refuel in Viper Canyon or something?) by saying things about art or theater that offend Gallagher Newson so deeply, he launches a tirade of vitriolic mansplaining at her while she checks her nails, unfazed. Atta girl.

Brandi: I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy...

Best not look outside then Bran.

Tabby: Huh? Yeah? You want some o’ this? Come at me bro!

Tabby: Oh you think I can’t take you? Think again assclown, I’m a stunt double now, I eat fear FOR BREAKFAST.

And so the thrill ride begins. Lucy’s face is that unique mixture of anxiety and resignation that plainly says, ‘Well, my reign is at an end. It’s been real, friends.’

I love Tucker II, but the fact that he chooses THIS moment to act out for the first time in his life and start destroying the furniture is far from cool. Clearly he too is worried about upcoming changes in the pack hierarchy.

Stone cold Tabs meanwhile favors staying outside in the rain and having no part in any of this.

Tabby: 🎵 Hello darkness my old friend...

Urgh

IS NOOBOO TIME!

Spoiler alert: this nooboo actually ends up with blue eyes because I quit without saving to roll the pacifier a couple times, which is sad because neither nooboo has black hair now. But we’ll survive. Somehow. I just liked this snap.

When both your dog and your seconds-old nooboo are thinking about Brandi, it’s probably time for her to leave the house. But she won’t, because she’s a Family sim who subscribes to the stereotype of only caring about other people’s children. And pets.

3 days off? Pahaha. I don’t even have any hacks installed to share parental leave (I really should), and Jen was somehow still back at work the next day.

Poor Babygirl Burb (not her permanent name) isn’t getting a great start in life considering everybody’s just yelling about Babyboy Burb and not even acknowledging her. Well, except Jen, who hasn’t yet put her down. See that, Family sims?! That’s how to do it.

Case in point.

Brandi: Congrats!

John: Oh yeah, the nooboos? Great aren’t they. I’m sure I dropped The Boy around here somewhere.

The Boy: And my suffering beginneth...

John: The Boy! Ah, The Boy. There you are. The Boy.

(If you can’t already tell, John will be saying ‘The Boy’ in the same relieved and happy voice as the dad from 8 Simple Rules for the rest of his natural life, primarily because both of his daughters are genetically engineered to make his hair grey.)

Hey Brandi, ever feel like you’re intruding on an intimate family moment?

Brandi: Nup!

Lucy: I just can’t picture it ON me...

Brandi: Kid, what is it with you and my hair?

John: I’VE LOST THE BOY AGAIN

Lucy: Haha, my parents can be so incompetent sometimes.

Lucy: Actually... where are my parents?

Well Lucy, get ready to upscale that judgment of incompetence because...

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. John’s face. John’s face right there. Is the most smackable face I’ve ever seen.

Not only did Jennifer Burb give birth TO TWINS less than five minutes ago...

... but they unceremoniously dumped both twins in the Bouncinators, and they’re now screaming.

To which, their creators remain oblivious. There are some pretty terrible parents out there in the Sims universe BUT THESE TWO ARE HOT ON THEIR HEELS right now.

Hey, while these poor minutes-old creatures are stuck screaming in their Bouncinators while John presumably tries to create more problems for the family with his testicles, why don’t we meet them?

This is not at all named solely to give Alexander Goth a younger wife one day Cecilia! You can’t see them here because they’re squeezed shut in agony and anguish, but her eyes are deep blue, presumably from her grandfather Jeff Pleasant. Perhaps upon looking at her, her uncle Daniel will be overcome with the guilt referenced in his bio and try to send her to Mars.

And here’s Patrick! With his skintone plus the brown eyes and brown hair, he’s probably destined to be a John / Lucy clone, but we shall see. Let’s get one thing straight though (or should I say curly), when these anklebiters transition they are both leaping right into Jennifer Burb tousled waves territory.

Lucy: WHAT DO I DO

Don’t worry Lucy, we’ll pause this one here as it’s already been far too long a round and no doubt everyone involved is tired as hell.

Until next time!

#sims2 #pleasantview #john burb #jennifer burb #lucy burb #patrick burb #cecilia burb #brandi broke #darren dreamer #justin kim #gallagher newson #tucker burb #tabby burb #sims 2 premades #maxis premades #emmelfishuberhood #Pleasant Family #Pleasant Household #Tucker II Burb

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maes--story · 6 years ago

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CONCEPT: Choose an original character you have created. All questions must be answered from the character's perspective. The character should remain "in character" throughout the interview. The character may refuse to answer a given question, but must say something in reply to it. The character must answer truthfully, but that does not necessarily mean that their answers must be true, only that the character believes them to be true. Have fun.

CHARACTER: Mae valentine

SETTING:

CATEGORIES: . DESCRIPTION . VITAL STATISTICS . FAMILY . PERSONALITY . ABILITIES AND TRAITS . RELATIONSHIPS . HISTORY AND INFLUENCES . BELIEFS . PERSONAL TASTES AND OPINIONS . SELF IMAGE . KEY SOCIAL INFLUENCE . GOALS AND DREAMS

DESCRIPTION:

1: What is your full name? Mae valentine

2: Do you have a nickname, pseudonym, or alternate identity? dazy(because she tend to daze off when she works a little to much)

3: How tall are you? 6.0(as tall as the fearsome 4)

4: How much do you weigh? n.a

5: What kind of build do you have (are you thin, fat, gangly, muscular, etc.)? thin

6: Describe your hair. What colour is it? What style do you keep it in? pig tails;brown

7: What colour are your eyes? hazel

8: What is your ethnicity? n,a has a mom that is latino and speaks spanish/english

9: Do you have any unusual physical features? no,but inside it something else

10: Are you considered to be attractive? *shrugs*

11: What does your voice sound like? haven't found a voice for her yet

12: What kind of accent do you have? n.a

13: Do you have a favourite quote or commonly used saying? mae keeps in mind from what her father said "who are you and what do you see? despite everything,its still you)

14: Is there any particular facial expression that you are known to wear often (dour glare, cheeky grin, etc.)? confused,yet aware look

15: Are you known for having any particular mannerisms (gestures, habits, or ways of doing things)? somewhat goofy

16: Do you have any allergies, diseases, debilitating injuries, or other physical weaknesses? depression

17: Do you have any scars, tattoos or birthmarks? no

18: How good is your personal hygiene? good

19: Do you wear perfume or cologne? no

20: What is your preferred style of dress? casual,but with a lab coat

21: Do you wear glasses or contact lenses? If so, are you nearsighted or farsighted? glasses;farsighted

22: Do you wear jewellery or other accessories? no

23: Are you left or right-handed? right

VITAL STATISTICS:

24: How old are you exactly? 37

25: When is your birthday? may,14

26: Where were you born? in a small town where its not so welcomed

27: Where do you live now? st. canard

28: What is your nationality? no

29: What is your occupation? lab-tech

30: Do you belong to any exclusive groups (guilds, clubs, teams, religious sects, etc.)? no

31: Do you hold any rank or special position within your occupation or group (team captain, chairman, chief engineer, head nurse, treasurer, etc.)? no

32: What social class do you belong to? no

33: Do you hold any noble titles or estates? no

34: Do you have a criminal record? it wasn't her fault,but yes-ish

FAMILY:

35: Who are/were your parents? Tell us about them. loving and caring people that helped others along the way,even their daughter that had issues with others.father musical,mother teacher

36: Do you have any siblings? If so, tell us about them. no

37: Who are/were your grandparents? no

38: Do you have any aunts, uncles, or cousins? no

39: Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? If so, tell us how their legacy affects you. no

40: How close are you to your family in general? very close

PERSONALITY:

41: Are you basically an optimist, a realist, or a pessimist? optimist,but a little bit with a realist

42: Are you spontaneous or do you always need to have a plan? knows what to do,but if the situation is at dire,mae needs to have one and fast

43: Do you like to take risks or do you prefer to play it safe? both

44: Are you generally laid back or are you inclined to worry? in bewteen

45: Do you like to make jokes or do you prefer to keep things serious? in between,but mostly serious

46: How well do you work under pressure/to a deadline? n.a

47: Do you prefer to work with your head or your hands? both

48: Would you call yourself a perfectionist? yes and its a must or else it might get massy

49: What makes you happy, and why? when ever she helps others because she wants to continue like her parents did! and also it gets her at least some connection with people

50: What makes you sad, and why? death of her parents

51: What makes you angry, and why? betrayal because it feels like they never cared for her in the first place.the lonesome feeling like someone has left her

52: What gets you excited, and why? being apart of something because she feels like shes needed for something important(also wants to because she wants to talk to people,even though social communicationis very little to her personality)

53: What makes you stressed, and why? when people are endangered or hurt because she does no want to let them feel the same way she did

54: What makes you frustrated, and why? shadow blight because of their actions torward others

55: Are you short tempered? How well do you keep your cool? she keeps it cool,until something unsettles her

56: How easily do you get depressed or discouraged? shes already depressed but she keeps it inside like everything is just fine

57: When was the last time you cried? when her parents died and when shadow blight took over

58: Do you have any fears or phobias? What is your greatest fear? being lost in shadow blight forever and cant find her way out

59: What gives you a feeling of satisfaction or fulfilment? that she was able to help/make a friend

60: Do you adhere to a code of conduct which guides or restricts your actions? not that i know of

61: Do you make promises or oaths? If so, do you keep them? she promises to stay and be with them and make everything okay

62: Do people consider you to be trustworthy? yes and no(because of shadow blight,so she lies about whats wrong with her)

63: Do you have any secrets? If so, does anybody know about them, and how did they find out? shadow blight,depression

64: List three of your quirks or other defining characteristics. a bit out there,playing along to get a little closer,awkward when having social connections

65: Do you have any bad habits? If so, have you tried to kick them? n.a

66: Do you have any good habits? n.a

67: Do you have any vices? n.a

68: Describe what would be a typical day/week for you? perky,yet,out of breath

(something for ideas)

credit idea post to:https://www.deviantart.com/fifteenthapostle/art/Interview-Your-Character-267273852

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elsewhereuniversity · 7 years ago

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To Be Favored (Part 2)

Áurea would be my name. It was another word for “golden” in spanish. I didn’t want to be weird by not going by a nickname, and unspoken rules said to never give out your real one. I loved gold jewelry and the word was simple, easy, it seemed perfect.

Looking back on it now, the irony hits me so hard I can’t help but flinch.

My parents helped me move into my room and I expressly forbade them from speaking my name, which wasn’t difficult as they usually called me endearments anyway “Mija” or “Mi querida” or “Gorda” or one of the thousands of other affectionate names they had a tendency for. I was the youngest of three, the last to leave the house, the baby of the bunch, so my real name was hardly ever used anyway.

With the mini fridge installed and my bedding all in place, my mother cried for at least the seventh time that day and hugged me so tight I thought I would drown in her embrace. Some part of me wishes that I had held on longer. My father hugged me too, kissed me on the forehead and told me he was proud of everything I’ve accomplished, everything I’ve done, and if anything ever went wrong I could come home. No matter what. At the time, it felt reassuring.

But, it was foolish in the end. To think that I could somehow escape.

Orientation was the next day, so after we had dinner and they left for the airport, I was left alone at my new home: Elsewhere University.

The possibilities seemed endless.

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My roommate showed up later that day. A girl named Azriel, who owned a big mop of curly black hair and brown eyes that seemed brighter than normal. She was very pretty, a smile so wide and welcoming it felt unsettling, and she spoke with such ease I didn’t hesitate to believe it when she told me was an performance major. Her words came out odd at times, though. A bit stilted, and sometimes she used words in weird ways, and when I corrected her politely she seemed worried, as if she hadn’t known she had made a mistake at all. A quirk of personality, I assumed, everyone has them.

Before sunset I took the opportunity to walk about on campus a little. There were still people trickling in, parents carrying boxes of goods and clothes, freshmen hurriedly talking about their plans. The university felt alive, and I smiled at it. There was chatter in the air, excitement, people walking about. It felt like things would happen- like I could grow here. The buildings were beautiful; tall and structured, beautiful bricks and green lawns, a few fountains that ran with crystal clear water. I passed by a few buildings: the performing arts building, the natural sciences, engineering, liberal arts, other, more specific majors as well. But as I walked along campus I eventually reached a building that drew my attention more than others. The sun was about to set, but it was still rather bright- but this building seemed covered in darkness somehow. As I approached I felt myself grow heavy. My breaths came slowly and my mind seemed to float. I approached one of the brick pillars and ran my fingers down the side, glancing at the door; it was locked, and there was no light shining from the inside, but something seemed to move. The darkness behind the glass panes of the door seemed to shift, and as I watched I grew tired, sleepy, and found myself slumping against the pillar. Time had slowed now, a chill reached icy tendrils around me and I thought I would fall asleep until I heard a sudden shrill sound behind me.

It broke me from whatever reverie I had fallen into and I stumbled back away from the building, out from it’s perceived darkness, and as I did my heart began to beat normally, warmth returned to my skin. My eyes fell on a plaque next to the door, and in faded letters it read “LIBRARY.” When I turned around to find the source of the sound there were three crows behind me, perched on a bench. They looked like normal crows, dark as night, lifting their wings and pecking at them as they sat, but the one in the middle was focused on me. It moved its head in typical bird fashion and blinked rapidly, watching me. Eventually, the other two stopped their fidgeting and follow suit.

Their gazes are too focused, I thought. It’s odd they’ve kept eye contact for this long.

Unconsciously, I ran my thumb over my iron ring- I hadn’t taken it off, and took a few steps the left, then a few more, then a few more back to the right. The way their gaze followed me, settled in silence on a bench not more than 20 feet away, would have been fascinating if it hadn’t been terrifying. They did not miss a step I took, until the one on the right squawked loudly and flew off, followed by the middle bird. The single crow left watched me intensely for a few more moments before it flapped its wings and took off.

Leave, something told me. Go back to the dorm and stay. Enough exploration for today.

I told myself I was silly- crows are intelligent and mischievous creatures, they were probably just looking for food. As for the event at the library- I hadn’t eaten much that day. I was probably just tired because I had no energy. Of course, that was it.

Despite my justifications, I took my own advice and followed a path back to my dorm room, watching for crows all the way.

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“Are you ready to start school?” I asked Azriel, lying back on my bed.

“Yeah, totally,” She said. “I’m excited to be like, away from my parents,” she laughed.

“Yeah, same, if I’m being honest.”

“The ones that raised me were awesome. Very spite the rod, split the child, ya know.”

“The ones?” I asked. “You mean- your parents?”

She looked at me with wide eyes. “Did I not say that? Yeah- sorry, my parents.”

“And you know the phrase is ‘Spare the rod, spoil the child.’ And it’s not really like, a good thing. It’s sort of archaic.”

She clenched her jaw. “Oh, really? Sorry, I’m awful at idioms. My parents were cool.”

I nodded, a bit put off by her mistakes. “So this school’s really heavy on the crow imagery, aren’t they?” I asked.

She paused what she was doing and turned to me again. “Why do you ask about the crows?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, it was all over the acceptance envelope, and apparently they’re really popular on campus. They’re everywhere on the website too. Do you know why they’re such a big thing here?”

I saw her visibly swallow. “No. I don’t.”

“Well, have you seen them aro-”

“Don’t deal with the crows at all.” She said, a harsh, whispered voice. “They’re dangerous, especially here. Don’t feed them, don’t look at them, don’t draw attention from them, and don’t speak ill of them.”

I laughed a little. “You sound a little paranoid, don’t you think? Bad previous experience with them?”

She didn’t smile. Instead, her mouth soured and she scoffed. “Crows are dangerous everywhere. You’d best leave them be.”

“Why?”

She ignored my questions, opting to leave her things as they were and tuck herself into bed. “I’m tired. Goodnight, Áurea.”

She didn’t seem to be up to discussing more. Her reaction had been strange and confusing. I got up, turned off the lights, and pulled myself under the blankets, facing the wall.

I fell asleep to the calls of birds outside of my window.

Sleep did not come easy.

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The orientation leader had been too chipper to be normal.

“Good morning freshmen! Before we get started, there are only a few rules here at EU. The first is to always use your chosen nicknames! Even with your professors! It encourages bonding and keeps you safe!”

“Safe from what?” Someone asked.

“From everything.” He had said, chuckling. “From the CIA listening through your macbooks to the little things that go bump in the night. You don’t want something as important as your name to be heard by just anyone, after all. Second, keep your iron close. Whether it be the chain around your neck or the bracelet on your wrist. The founders of EU were closely tied to the iron mining industry, after all. And we want to do nothing but honor the memory of those who established our awesome university!”

I furrowed my brow and wondered if all the orientation leaders were such bad liars- the iron mining industry? Did he think us idiots? I had read nothing about that in my research.

“And third, always keep something sweet on hand! Whether it be one of free packets of honey from the cafeteria, one of the scrumptious delicacies from our treasured culinary clubs, or just a piece of stray candy in your pocket! You never know when hunger will hit! And just in case something may ask you for something sweet, you’ll always have something with you!”

“Something?” I asked. I stood in the front of the crowd of students, arms crossed. He looked at me with happy eyes- joy in the face of skepticism. It had been admirable.

“Or someone,” he responded. “You never know! A stray cat, a dog, a friend! You might even be able to give something to the crows.”

“I was told to stay away from them.” I said, searching.

Finally, his smile fell. He looked at me, and me alone, lips taught and jaws tense. “Whoever told you that is very wise. And it would be equally wise of you to heed their advice,” he turned to the crowd and looked out among them. “The crows, students, are not your friends. You may think them cute, but remember that they are dangerous animals. And sometimes, like many animals do, they may harm you- whether or not you’re their friend. Whether or not they like you. But, if they do want something to eat, do not refuse them. They do not ask for many things, but you don’t want to get on their bad side. Therefore, it’s always important to keep a treat on you!.”

He looked at me for a moment before his smile washed back over his face. “Anyway, enough dawdling, we’re a bit behind! Follow me!”

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By the end of the day, I knew several new things. Not all of them had been from the orientation leaders- discussion between my fellow students churned out a lot of information. The rumor mill was already grinding away.

Be in your room before dusk. Assault wasn’t something that happened often, but there have been reports of students going missing after dark. Who took them, or what, wasn’t said.

Silver nitrate. One of the liberal arts kids had said she had heard that it made you hallucinate, or see weird things if you put it on your skin. It was corrosive, so why would anyone ever do that?

One of the orientation leaders went around handing out beads, the cheap ones you get at Mardi Gras. She didn’t explain it at all, but I took a few anyway.

Stay away from the building in the west corner of campus. It’s condemned, possibly with black mold. Why hadn’t they destroyed it yet?

Apparently, gambling was a strong part of campus culture. They told us to be careful with it, and if we just so happened to partake, never bet anything of value. No names, never bet yourself, or anything that you’re not willing to live up to.

Never trust a person with different colored eyes.

A girl named Cat-Eyes is supposed to exist on campus. I’ll find her if I need to. I won’t if I don’t.

Most of it seemed nothing but superstition. In all my research I had never seen a university with this much folklore. I supposed it gave me what I wanted: difference.

—-

I walked away from it all with my schedule in hand. 5 classes in all, mostly intro classes, German for my foreign language. I asked Azriel about her, but she said that she wasn’t able to get hers that day- there was some sort of malfunction with her scheduling, but she would get it soon. I nodded at her hazy excuse and gave her the benefit of the doubt.

—-

I walked to the cafeteria that evening, keeping an eye on the sun’s place in the sky. In the distance I saw the the library once more. It still casted it’s own barely-perceivable shadow. Even looking at it made me breath more deeply, so I tore my eyes away from it quickly and continued on my way.

The cafeteria was fairly normal. Students milled about, many of them loners, waiting for their friends, or just waiting to make new ones altogether. I saw a girl I met at orientation standing in line- her name was Vector, a graphic design and animation double major. I slid next to her with a nudge from my elbow and grabbed a plate.

“Hey, you.” She said, brushing her red hair from her face. “Get your schedule?”

“Yeah. You happy with yours?”

“As much as I can be,” Vector said, grabbing utensils.

We got our food and Vector suggested we sit outside, where a few benches and tables were placed in a small courtyard next to the cafeteria. We set up shop at an empty one dug in, talking the whole time.

I learned she was from Louisiana. She was the eldest of four, the only girl. She had light blue eyes and freckles that covered more of the bottom half of her face than the top. She had applied to EU because she had gotten the same curious package as I had, but had foregone the ring. Apparently, the design school at was something to be proud of- one day she wanted to start her own graphic design studio, maybe even work for Apple. She smiled softly and had a voice that was as lilting as she was lanky.

She had been my first, and possibly only real friend, before I was taken.

They came again on the tail end of our discussion. Their bodies sliced through the skies like dark bullets, until they landed on an empty table 50 feet away from us. Vector’s back was to them, but they landed clearly in my view. It was the three of them, again, side by side, picking at the table and their feathers. I hadn’t noticed them immediately, but when I did I knew they were the same birds from yesterday. When my eye drifted to them, the middle bird locked eyes with my first and started intently. I ignored it and focused on our conversation, until I assume it grew bored with my behavior and began to shrill, and was quickly joined by its friends. Their bodies grew fat with the air they took in, beaks open as they shrieked in unison.

Vector only noticed when they had become so loud it seemed unnatural. We had to stop our conversation due to their bellows, we couldn’t even hear our own words. The moment she turned to them, they silenced themselves. One of them hopped a few feet closer, watching us. Watching me.

“I think I’m ready to go,” I said, locking eyes with one of them. “I should get back and get all my things together.”

“Uh…Yeah, totally,” Vector said, turning back around with a furrowed brow. “Same. I’m tired anyway.”

We picked up our things and began to walk towards the door, Vector leading the way. Behind her, I watched as the crows began to hope towards me, following us as we left, letting out chirps ever so often as we got closer to the door. I didn’t say anything out loud, but I hurried my pace a bit. Vector didn’t notice- her legs were longer than mine anyway. When we finally reached the door, they were only 10 feet away from my heels, and I hurriedly closed the door behind me, watching them through the window panes of the building.

They stopped inching forward and turned their eyes towards me, cocking their heads this way and that, as if confused. I stared at them for a moment before the middle one let out another loud shrill and finally took off.

“They must be addicted to human food,” Vector said behind me. The other two chirped at each other and took to the air. I breathed a sigh of relief I hadn’t known I was holding. “I’ve never seen them get so close.”

“They freak me out a bit,” I said. “They don’t feel like normal crows.”

Vector chuckled a bit. “I mean, if you say so. Just leave them alone and you’ll be fine. Nothing to be afraid of. I was never really a fan of birds anyway.”

I nodded and followed her to the tray drop-off.

Vector had been one of the smart ones.

-Oliver Scales

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skinny-chef-blog1 · 7 years ago

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On Video Games or Life is Not a Roguelike

As a lifetime gamer, I often contextualize a lot of my life by comparing it to video games. While I’m not sure if that is healthy or not, it is nonetheless how I do things.

To follow my metaphor, I’ll have to explain a few things. I’m going to present three games and explain how they work.

First: Pokémon. As one of the best-selling franchises of all time, I’d be shocked if anybody didn’t know anything about it. However, what I’m going to explain is less “Catch Em’ All” and a bit more number-crunchy, so bear with me. In Pokémon, each creature has statistics which determine it’s speed, strength, and other combat factors. Different Pokémon are good at different things - where Charizard and Starmie are both all-out attackers, they use different types of attacks to achieve their goals. Similarly, Snorlax does much less damage than either of them but can take more than a few hits. What determines these differences is base statistics, which are universal for each monster - every Snorlax has the same BASE statistics. However, two factors influence those statistics - HOW the Pokémon is trained, and who its parents were. In the world of Pokémon, there are values which determine the genetic advantages or disadvantages each monster has. I’ll expand on this later.

Second: The Binding of Isaac. This game is a bit more recent, but still pretty well known in most circles. It’s a roguelike (or rogue-lite) which is a type of game where players are dropped into a dungeon and have to fight a series of monsters, collecting power-ups along the way. Die once, and it’s back to the beginning with no items, no gold, no nothing - in most Roguelikes, each run is entirely independent from the previous ones. In Rogue-lites, players unlock items and characters which may make the game easier as time goes on, but in general, you start at square one, every time. Each item you get may make your quest harder or easier, but ultimately it comes down to player skill when attempting to be consistently successful. Sometimes you’ll get lucky and get great items which trivialize the hardest parts of the game, sometimes you’ll get items that actively hinder your success. It’s a brutal engine which requires players to get good or get out.

Finally, the game nearest and dearest to my heart: RuneScape. This game defined my childhood in many ways, as my first “social network,” my first MMO (massively multiplayer online) game, and as my first addiction. Originally, this article was a six-page essay about how much I love RuneScape, which is why it was so delayed from last week. The basic concept of RuneScape is incredibly simple. It’s a sword and sorcery point-and-click game in which players collect resources, level up skills, fight deadly monsters, and complete quests. The game is extremely input light in general, meaning I can play full-time by clicking once every 30 seconds. Sounds a little lame, right?

Wrong. RuneScape rules. It’s a crazy time sink in which players can easily get lost and spend hours questing, talking to friends, fishing, or countless other activities. It’s been one of my most played games, in fact, I’m terrified to know how many hours I’ve spent playing it. The reason I love RuneScape is it isn’t combat-centric. In every other MMO I’ve ever played, the stats that matter most (sometimes the only stats) are combat stats, which determine how well you can fight things. In RuneScape, you have myriad skills which are not combat-centric: how well you can fish, how well you can cook, how well you can make potions, the list goes on. Each of these skills can make you money in some form or fashion, and each is at least somewhat unique in the ways you train it. This is very important to me.

For a long time in my life, I would try something, not be good at it, and quit - it happened with tons of sports, certain recipes, artistic hobbies - it happened a lot. I was totally convinced that if I wasn’t talented towards a certain activity, it wasn’t worth pursuing. I found a few things I was good at and focused entirely on them. For the formative period of my life, those things were primarily focused around the theatre - acting, directing, singing, dancing - I did it all. I had a real knack for it, but I didn’t want to pursue it in college. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I knew it wasn’t that.

When I got to school, I tried a few things - clubs, fraternities, etc. I wasn’t immediately good at most of them, so they fell out of my life entirely. I also wasn’t good at my major, so I dropped that too. Recognizing a theme?

I believed that I had Pokémon-style base stats. I was good at certain things, so I improved in those categories, but when it came time to branch out, I was bad at them, so I tried to focus on what I knew. That didn’t work very well, and I became somewhat jaded and resented much of the world around me. I began to put a lot of stock in class issues - where most of my graduating high school class had gone to private universities, I went to our in-state institution because it was the best financial option. I became obsessed with the lucky breaks other people got- I convinced myself that I was living a run of The Binding of Isaac, and I had been cursed with bad items. I knew I was good, but I was getting no help from the world around me. I got a few jobs, sometimes in the things I was good at, sometimes not. I found myself upset whenever I was doing something I wasn’t already good at.

Then, last year, I got a job working at a very cool restaurant, doing a job that was pretty unique: my job required me to teach and recommend board games to customers. What a great blessing, right? Getting paid to do something you already love? Well, maybe not. When I started, I was lousy at teaching games. I loved certain games and wanted other to play them to try them out, and I was pretty good at playing games, but I had to learn what the best way to teach games to others was. I spent a few months finding appropriate staple titles, honing down how to describe games to people, and ultimately trying to find the best way to serve our customers. Then last winter, my bosses approached me with a huge project: they wanted to reorganize our huge game library, and needed the help of their employees. I had to work collaboratively with people in earnest for the first time in a long time, and together we came up with a system which is good, but can still be improved upon. This was something I had never done before - I’ve never been very organized, so a system more complex than simply alphabetizing was very foreign to me. After doing that, I became interested in another facet of the restaurant: coffee. It started thanks to some friends and a desire to learn something new: pouring latte art. I was mostly just blown away by how good my friends were, and how odd the entire thing seemed. When I started, I was miserable at it, and I felt the same feelings of wanting to quit welling up constantly, but I realized that life wasn’t Pokémon, or The Binding of Isaac. In my video-game driven conceptualization of the world, life was RuneScape. I wasn’t going to be good at something at level 1, and I wasn’t going to be able to do much. But I spent a lot of time grinding (literally) and I got to the point where I could pour a decent-looking latte. Then I started learning other things about the barista station, and eventually became a barista in addition to my other job at the restaurant. That grinding paid off, as I not only met a bunch of new friends in the process, but learned new skills and changed one facet of my outlook on life - a real victory for someone as stubborn as myself. Would it have been easier if I’d had naturally steady hands, or my own tools to practice with at home? Of course, but base stats and good items matter much less than getting experience the RuneScape way.

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bouncyirwin · 8 years ago

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Confessions || KakaSaku

I was in a mushy mood and this is the outcome. /// Flashing red, blue and yellow illuminated the dance floor, bouncing off her sweaty skin and turning her pastel pink hair into a clash of colours that left him a little breathless. Her fingers trailed up her exposed sides, sliding sensationally up her pale skin and lifting her black top an inch, exposing more of her creamy skin as her hips rotated to the beat of the music. He watched mesmerised as she tangled her fingers in her pink strands and dipped her head back, closing her eyes and losing herself completely to the beat. Light reflected off the glitter covering her cheeks making her look almost ethereal. She was alone, swaying without a care, knowing a few pair of eyes were fixed at her, knowing she was every bit as gorgeous as she felt. Kakashi Hatake was truly breathless. The last place he expected to find Sakura in is the club. The song changed to a slower beat and she finally opened her emerald eyes. They sparkled in the dim light like little jewels and they fixed resolutely on him. His breath caught in his throat as half lidded cloudy green roamed his face and she began to walk his way, her short shorts riding up her slim legs to expose more delicious thigh. "Hey," her lips said, he couldn't hear a syllable over the loud music but he could imagine her voice perfectly in his head. He nodded in acknowledgment at her and she proceeded to slide into the seat next to him and order two drinks, "day off?" He nodded again and turned in his seat to face her. Her long hair settled around her shoulders like a curtain, framing her face, her bangs falling messily over her forehead. In the past few years, she grew it out again, and by her twenty-fourth birthday, it reached her waist. She leaned closer to him so that her lips were next to his ear, "are you here alone?" Goosebumps surfaced on his skin as the hot puffs of her breath fanned the side of his face and her leg pressed against his. He gave a jerky nod and the bartender chose that moment to bring over their drinks. Sakura's hazy eyes locked with his as she drowned half of her drink in one go and set it down with a quiet sigh. He wanted to tell her to slow down but then the man sitting next to him suddenly lunged at his neighbour and nearly knocked Kakashi's drink over. Kakashi avoided the spilled liquid and eyed the unfolding fight with annoyance as both men rolled onto the ground and began to throw punches left and right. He was about to interfere when he felt her sweaty palm in his and then she was dragging him away, out through the back door to the nearly deserted parking lot. She let out a contented sigh as the cool breeze washed over her heated skin and she stretched languidly. Spinning around to face him, she stumbled lightly in her high boots and held to the rail ship shyly. She regarded him with a mysterious smile twisting her red-painted lips and said, "let's go somewhere." Kakashi eyed her unsurely. She looked absolutely wasted, "are you sure? Maybe you should go home—" She giggled, staggering towards him and hugging his middle, "don't be like that Kakashi..." His breath hitched as her face hovered closely to his, her intoxicated breath blowing in his face and clouding his mind. "Come with me," she begged him, her voice taking on a breathier tone, her body pressing up more closely against him. His mouth dried as he realised she wasn't wearing a bra. He nodded mutely, helpless against her charm and allowed her to drag him away to her car, a red mustang that shimmered under the street light. Pausing he seized her arm in his hand and stopped her once more, eyeing her car disapprovingly , "Should you really drive? You're drunk." She giggled again, "I'm fine, I've only had one drink Kakashi." Even with her reassurance, he still hesitated but she pushed him into the car without waiting for his reply and got behind the wheel, kicking the engine to start. Kakashi sighed in defeat and figured if she got them killed, at least he'd have spent his last minutes with her. The silver-head had no idea where she was taking him but he didn't really mind. Any time spent with her was a good time. She turned on the radio, filling the silence with a quiet beat as they drove onto a darkened street and he realised they exited the city. Finally, he asked, "where are we going?" "Somewhere." She replied, her voice playful, matching her careless smile. "Somewhere where?" He pushed, just out of curiosity, he didn't really mind. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she pressed her lips together in a tiny smile, "somewhere quiet. You'll see." He didn't have to wait for long, another fifteen minutes of driving along endless fields with nothing but the moonlight illuminating their way, she drove over the grass all the way to the top of a hill and stopped the car. The roof of her Mustang opened, sliding back to reveal the starriest night he's seen in years. Catching him staring in awe, she nudged him, "I was sure you'd like it." Nodding his head, he forced his eyes off the sky to study her. Wild pink hair, mischievous green eyes and blood red lips. The sight of her took his breath away and he couldn't take his sight off her. Sakura only smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt before twisting in her seat to cross over to the back seat of her car, her thigh brushing accidentally -maybe- against the side of his face and nearly taking his self-control with it. She was so absolutely beautiful he had no words to describe her anymore. Relaxing against the backseat, she gave him an inviting smile and motioned for him to join her. Once in the back seat with her, she snuggled closer to his side and sunk in the comfy seats of her car. They were quiet for a few long minutes before she broke the silence, "I usually come here when everything is too loud. The stars are beautiful." Kakashi wouldn't know, he was too busy watching her. The smooth stretch of her cheek, the light freckles across them, their flushness from her inebriation, the dark eyeliner framing her eyes and her long lashes. He wondered if he might lose his mind if he kept watching her. And finally, to complete the picture and turn it into a piece of true art, she tilted her head back to look at him, her pink bangs falling over her emerald green eyes as they reflecting the moon like they were the purest calmest pools in the universe. They roamed his face, glancing at his lips and back at his charcoal eyes before whispering, "why are you staring at me like that?" It took all his self control not to kiss her. His lips parted in a soft exhale that did nothing to help the knots forming in his stomach as he answered truthfully, "because you're beautiful." Her cheeks flushed an endearing shade of red and her eyes drifted back to his lips, as if to ask his permission. Kakashi answered by slowly leaning down so that their mouths were inches apart and waited for her to close the distance if she chose to. He sensed her breath on his chin before he felt her plumped lips pressing gently onto his in a sweet kiss. All air left him in a forceful exhale through his nose and he felt his heart flutter at the gentle feeling of her petal soft lips brushing over his. Sakura pulled back to gaze at him through her half-lidded gaze, as if to gauge his expression. Whatever she saw there made her lean in again and close the distance between them once more. Their second kiss was deeper and more passionate than the first, like she was trying to communicate to him words through the touching of their mouths and he let himself lose to the feeling, allowing his arms to sneak around her waist and pull her onto his lap, pressing her closer to him, more intimately, more snuggly until he could feel her heartbeat reverberating through him and beating in time with his. They broke apart for a breath and she pressed small, soft kisses to the side of his jaw, leaving butterfly caresses across his skin until he was tingling all over and questioning reality altogether . "What are we doing?" He asked her breathlessly as her mouth found a soft spot below his ear and began to suck gently at it. "Kissing," she breathed, her voice heavy with something that made his stomach clench tightly. "I know," his voice cracked slightly at the end as he felt her hips push into his, fitting them together, "but... should we really— oh!" Her teeth pressed into the tender skin of his neck, cutting him off. He squirmed a bit as she bit and sucked at the spot over his pulse until it was an angry red bruise. "Why not?" She finally asked, quietly and leaned back to look at his face from beneath dark thick lashes. Good question, he thought, except no answer presented itself in his mind and he remained silent, watching her curiously as her fingers brushed lightly and cautiously over his exposed stomach, tracing the contours of his body like he was made of gold and not the same flesh that made her. "I thought so." She grinned at him, knowing he had no argument. He was glad he didn't, he wanted her more than he thought was possible. Sighing, he reached and brushed her hair out of her face and murmured, "what are you doing with an old man like me Sakura...?" The Pinkette smiled shyly at him as his thumb gently stroked her cheeks, "Having fun." He gave her a helpless smile and she leaned froward to flutter her lips against his in a soft kiss before nuzzling her face in his neck and admitting, "you smell nice." Kakashi laughed breathily and hugged her protectively against him as he buried his face in her thick hair and inhaled her lingering smell of strawberries deeply. "So do you." He felt her smile against his neck and pressed a tender kiss to her temple as he heard her mumble a 'thank you'. Hours passed by like minutes as they listened to their quiet breathing, his fingers stroking her hair lovingly as she pressed occasional kisses to his neck. "Hey Kakashi?" She said at some point, her voice heavy with sleep. "Mhmm?" He cracked an eye open to be rewarded by the sight of the endless inky black sky dotted by a thousand stars and her quiet confession. "I love you," For a few moments, all sleep vanished from his system and his eyes widened in shock but then he smiled and tightened his hold on her, because the feeling was very much mutual, and he really wouldn't have minded staying like this forever, so he dipped his head down over her ear and whispered four small words that'll change everything back at her. "I love you too, Sakura." The end.

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yassnatalieyass · 8 years ago

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The Artist Who’s Not Afraid To Be Experimental

The Barcelona-based artist, InnerCut, explains his story, making an album, Primavera Sound, and how music is becoming more and more blended.

“I’ve been making music for 8 years and I haven’t made an album and I want to make it count.”

“Music is made for people to feel, if they feel even just a little thing from my music, I’m happy with that.”

There are few artists that can craft a sound that shows their real character and personality with elements that come together to blend the boundaries between genres. InnerCut is an artist that brings his songs to life with inspiration from the artists he grew up listening to and a winning combo of dubstep, sharp melodies, and ecstatic beats. With a willingness to explore new mixtures of sounds, he has created his own signature style with standout tracks such as "Drained" and "Anoia" that show off his diverse blend of music. An artist in Barcelona, a city saturated with culture and with a thriving music scene inspired by the art and fashion all around. InnerCut is an artist whose music has already spread globally and could one day become one of the next big stars of electronic music.

Adrià Domenech, better known as InnerCut, originates from the province of Lleida in Catalonia who was discovered after he began uploading his songs to Soundcloud and YouTube. He has found success by incorporating different styles of electronic music mixed with impressive rhythms, which has become a perfect sound for the growing electronic scene in Barcelona. Even without an album out, his polished and refined sound, has shown his talent and allowed him to play at the world famous Sónar music festival in 2015 along side major stars such as A$AP Rocky, Skrillex, and Cashmere Cat. He will be returning to the music festival stage in the summer at the 2017 Primavera Sound music festival in Barcelona alongside Grammy nominated artists such as Frank Ocean, Solange, and Arcade Fire. He hopes to be as successful at Primavera as his set at Sónar and feels confident and focused on the stage. Also interested in design, he has been designing his own track artwork and using his art to inspire the creation of songs by giving a sound to the images his creates. With high ambitions for a future filled with traveling all over the world to play shows for his fans and finding the right moment to make an album to make the perfect first impression to the world, InnerCut is an artist who stays humble and is just a music fan like everyone else who just enjoys being able to make music for a living.

What made you want to make music?

I started 8 years ago, it was not a thing that I did, I didn’t know that I wanted to make music. With a friend of mine we downloaded a program and we just played it like it was a video game and we started to make sounds and things. That was 8 years ago but maybe when I was 22 I realized that I liked doing that and I wanted to keep doing music and from 22 to now that I’m 28, it was really a thing that I knew that I wanted to do professionally, so I went to school and studied audio engineering.

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Who are your musical inspirations?

There are a lot of artists that I like and sometimes I like to watch what other artists do but artists with different music than mine. I like to watch bands and other producers. I also like artists similar to me like I love Mura Masa, I really recommend that artist, he’s pretty dope, Point Point or Flume and I’m maybe making music similar to them. I also love Arca, or other producers that I think that are really unique and I always love people that are individualists and maybe their music is not that similar to mine but I like to watch what they are doing. I love Arca. I just love everything he does but he’s so weird, it’s electronic music too but it’s really really weird, he has some unique techniques and I like to take that from him and incorporate his things into my music. I like a lot of different artists and I like bands too and my all time influence or idol is Kurt Cobain from Nirvana, when I was a child I just always loved him and I like to go back to and listen to his music. The bands in the 90’s were the music that I listened to when I was a kid. I just love all kinds of music.

And Barcelona is definitely a great place for music…

I think maybe lately it’s getting even better and it’s a really good city. I think Barcelona has a really good scene at least in electronic music, I think for rock and other styles too but electronic music in Barcelona, it’s growing fast. I like festivals in Barcelona like Primavera and Sónar too. I played at Sónar two years ago, and I really love that these festivals are supporting artists from here, from Barcelona and I just think it’s a really good thing to support your local artists and Sónar and Primavera, I think they are huge festivals that are famous all over Europe and even the world.

How would you describe your music?

It’s difficult because it’s always difficult to describe what you do. At least for me, it’s really really difficult but, I think it’s pretty intense but calm. It’s not like club type music or like music made for dancing. It’s really really difficult to describe what your music is. It’s just weird, you’re just in your studio and you do music and you never, at least for me, want to put labels and genres in music. The feeling of the tracks, they are always I think intense, nostalgic, not sad or even dark but I like to think that it’s nostalgic, at least for me, I don’t know about everyone else when they listen to a song, I think they feel different things. Music is made for that, for feeling things, just to feel something.

Why the name InnerCut?

I don’t have a cool story about my name, I just picked it. It was like 8 years ago, it was the nickname that I used to play Counterstrike and things back then and my friends and I were always changing the nickname and putting letters here and there and one day I just did that. I like the way it looks too, it’s like two separate words but they are together and I just like visually how it looks and I’ve stuck with it. I don’t have a cool story, it’s just a name and I don’t use my own name because for me it feels weird to have your own name in music because it’s like an alter ego and I like to separate my name and my personality from the music. For me, especially when I’m on stage or something, if it was me I think it wouldn’t work because I’m shy and when I’m on stage it’s another personality. You have to be confident to get on stage, it’s like an alter ego and I never even think about putting my real name in music, never.

As I did more research on you this phrase about you kept appearing, “Sometimes, when you least expect it, artists appear out of blue, seemingly becoming permanent fixtures in the blink of an eye,” how does it make you feel to be recognized like that?

It feels amazing; this sentence it was from the Sónar website, they wrote that so it was even better for me because I always loved Sónar and it just feels amazing. Now I just want to make this a reality you know because it just feels good and I hope that it becomes a reality.

How did you feel when you found out that you would be performing at Primavera Sound and on the same day as artists like Frank Ocean, or The XX?

It’s surreal, like I said for artists like me; festivals like Primavera give us this kind of opportunity to play on a big stage with really famous artists. I can’t find the words to thank Primavera. It’s surreal, like everyone I’m just a fan, like of Frank Ocean too, just another fan. When I played at Sónar it was amazing, I pulled it off better than I expected because I was really really nervous, I had never been that nervous, but when you are on the stage, in the first minute, you’re focused and everything disappears, it’s the same as just playing in a house party but minutes before the show started I was super nervous and I think it’s going to be similar this time because the nerves never disappear. You’re maybe more nervous than usually because they are big festivals but when you are there, you just do your thing. When you finish these kinds of festivals like Sónar it’s difficult to describe what you’re feeling, I finally played here, I’ve spent months just preparing this, it’s intense.

Where do you hope to see yourself in 5 years?

I’d be grateful if I can keep doing this, and I would like to travel more and play shows in different countries. Yeah, if I keep doing music and just keep making a living from that, I’ll be grateful. I would love to have an album, I’m waiting because I think it has to be good, I have this obsession that the first album has to be always really really good and leave a good first impression and if you make the first album and it’s good then in the next two years after the first album then maybe you can do another one but the first has to be super well put together and that’s my opinion but I always think that it has to be like that and I hope it happens in the next 5 years or even less. For me, the first album has to be so good, I’ve been making music for 8 years and I haven’t made an album and I want to make it count. I could do it, I even have a lot of songs that are never going to be put out but I’m just waiting for the perfect time. I’m waiting for the perfect moment to be surrounded with the perfect people and maybe good labels. It’s definitely something that I want to do, if in the next five years or even if in the next month, if I feel like it’s the time to do it, I’m going to do it. I would like to travel more and do shows but I need an album. Now with Facebook and Soundcloud, I can see where my fans are and there are a lot from here Spain but I have people listening to my music a lot in Australia and Brasil too, and United States. I would like to play in Australia, in the UK, in the United States; all countries are good for me, if they want me there that’s good. But definitely I want to travel and keep spreading my music. My career is made from the internet so I just make music and upload it on social media like YouTube or Soundcloud. If I know that at least one person is listening to my music in Australia it’s thanks to the internet.

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What music artist do you dream of working with?

I would like to work mainly with singers because when I’m making music I always like to have vocals. When I think about collaborations, I like really weird singers like I love SOHN, I just like his voice, and Grimes and she’s a producer too and I think she has like a weird tone in her voice and I love it. I like a lot of rap too so I would like to have a feature from a rap artist. I like American rap but now in Barcelona the rap scene is growing so fast and I love that. For my music, I would like features and all that in English; I like to think that music is global and even if they’re Spanish singers I like to think that they sink into my tracks in English. I’m open to anything that sounds good to me. I’m listening to a lot of rap lately and hip hop from United States and from here too. I love Post Malone, I think he’s doing a different thing, I just like him. Definitely him for example and SOHN, and Grimes, I would love that for sure.

Where do you get the inspiration or ideas for your songs from?

From other songs, I’m not going to lie, I listen to other music and I’m inspired by it but I like to look a lot at design, I think I get inspired by art in general, from music and from pictures and from everything but especially art. I design too and I do practically all of my cover artwork so I pay attention to other people designing and I get inspired from that. I think my music is pretty visual so when I’m making music I always have a notebook or something and I’m listening and at the same time watching, I like to match my sounds to pictures.

As an artist who is praised for being experimental, do you get worried about how people might react to these new sounds?

I was more afraid maybe like 2 or 3 years ago but now I’m not really afraid, I think it’s blending the genres and I think people are more open to hearing different things. I’m not really afraid because I think people are comfortable listening to rap with country and reggaetón and whatever and that’s a good thing. I’m not afraid at all. I think it’s getting really open and is really blending; the genres are blending fast. Everything sounds experimental now; people are accepting it so that’s good.

When are you most inspired to make a song?

I’m inspired from intense things like when something really bad happens to you or something really good like the extremes, those are always like a trigger. When you experience something really really good, you go to the studio and you are motivated and the same when something really bad thing happens to you. You get ideas from the extreme moments. But it always depends, I always like to do things, when I wake up I know that I have to go to the studio and sometimes you force yourself and nothing comes out of it but when you are really happy or really sad, those are the moments that always trigger inspiration. When something extremely good happens to you, I’m not going to make a super happy song; it just fills you with something. When you are sad, it’s not like you go to the studio and you write a sad melody, no but you are filled with something but it’s not that easy, it’s not like oh I’m super happy I’ll make a happy song, it’s not like that, it’s just inspiration and being filled with something you can express.

How do you want people to feel when they listen to your music?

I think people feel different things from different situations and music and if they feel something, I’m happy. I just want them to feel something, not something concrete or specific, it’s not math, and if it’s a sad melody maybe you feel happy. Music is made for people to feel, if they feel even just a little thing from my music, I’m happy with that.

Besides music, what other interests do you have?

I love cinema and I have Netflix and HBO now and right now I’m watching 6 or 7 shows. I love design too, I design a lot of my artworks and I work for other people too. Lately I’m into cooking too, I like to cook. I’m not good at it but I’m getting better. I like to cook raw things, that’s not cooking but I like to prepare raw things. I’m living with two friends of mine, I wasn’t living here in Barcelona, 4 or 5 months ago we rented a flat here and that’s when I started to cook , I wanted to cook for people. One of my friends is vegan so he started to show me different recipes and I’m learning and I really like it. I’ve always loved cinema and music of course. I’m not really excited for the Oscars or even the Grammy’s. I don’t like the award shows, I don’t really pay attention to that. I love cinema, I always have and now with Netflix and things I watch Stranger Things, I love the music made by Survive and I like the 80’s vibe and I’ve watched Stanger Things 4 times. Of course Game of Thrones, now I’m watching Westworld from HBO and Santa Clarita Diet, it’s weird but it’s really good, I think it’s original, I’m watching everything that Netflix makes.

Check out InnerCut on Twitter, Soundcloud, YouTube, and at Primavera Sound this summer in Barcelona!

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talvin-muircastle · 8 years ago

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Writing: The Great Train Robbery

Written by Talvin Muircastle in 2012

The Thief stood by the railroad tracks, puffing on a cigarette. This late at night, the train station was closed, and a small bribe to the night watchman had been more than sufficient to ensure he would not be bothered. The Train appeared from around the bend, eerily quiet. Smoke came from the stack in steady puffs, and the wheels clattered and clacked, but no whistle blew and no engine sound could be heard. The cars extended back around the bend, and he knew that even if he stood on the flattest plain, he could not see to the last car. It pulled up to the platform and stopped with a heavy, mournful sigh. The man with the mirrored eyes all dressed in gray, the Conductor, stepped down to the platform. Here was the greatest peril of this venture: one could not tell an untruth to the Conductor. It was simply not possible. The Thief stepped foward and offered the document he held in his hand. The Conductor regarded him coolly, the Thief reflected in his shiny, mirror-like eyes, and then he accepted what was offered him and looked at it. "You are not the purchaser of this ticket," the Conductor said. "Another man purchased a ticket and died of natural causes before he could make use of it. I acquired it. Now I am here. Is this a problem?" Stay calm, stay cool, avoid the question that must not be asked. "It is no problem, nor does it matter how you acquired it. I was merely curious. Are you aware that, once you board the Train, you may never disembark?" Careful, careful.... "I am aware that once someone has presented a ticket and boarded the Train, they may not leave the Train forevermore." The Conductor's expression never changed, yet something in his voice did when he said, "But you are the great Thief, and you believe that you can escape the Train. The only thing aboard that could tempt one such as you is the Sultan's Eye. Am I correct?" "You are correct on all counts: I am he, I do believe that I shall leave the Train, and it is the Eye that I seek. May I proceed aboard?" The Conductor shrugged. "If you wish it. Have you any luggage?" "No, I was told that everything I might desire would be provided to me." "That is so, but some bring their possessions regardless. Very well, sir: you may now board the Train. Your ticket: you should keep it with you." The Thief accepted it back and stepped aboard. The Conductor followed him, and slid the door shut. He pushed a button in a short pattern of Morse, and the Thief felt the Train begin to move again. "You may retire if you wish, or you may join the gentlemen in the club car for a game of cards. The Sultan was enjoying the game when last I passed through." "Thank you, I believe I shall do so." He made his way toward the back of the Train until he found a bar and some tables set up for gaming. The bar was currently being tended, and several men of various means and cultures sat about one of the tables, a pile of chips divided among them. He made a brief stop at the former and then presented himself to the latter. "Good evening, may I join you?" One of the men, a half-empty bottle of whiskey before him, looked up blearily. "Did you just come aboard?" The Thief nodded in reply. "Oh, you poor bastard. You poor, miserable bastard." He put his head down again. Another man, a Turk in a Regency dress coat, laughed and waved at an empty chair. "Do not mind him: he drinks to forget, which is foolish, for none of us can forget, here. Sit, sit! You are new, and therefore interesting, at least for a time! Let us get to know you before you grow familiar and dull! What business were you in, sir?" The Thief took his seat and accepted the hand of cards that was dealt him. "Why, as to my business, I am the greatest Thief to ever live, and if you are the famed Sultan, I have come to rob you of your most valuable possession." The Sultan howled with laughter, slapping the tabletop and pointing at the Thief. "Oh, oh, how wonderful! You, sir, are the very finest thing to happen aboard this Train in over a hundred years! The great Thief, come to rob me of the Eye! Others have tried, but you--oh, yes, I have heard of you! You might succeed where others have failed! And that would be great sport indeed, for then I would have the fun of getting it back from you! For no one, no thing, not a soul, save the Conductor, can ever. Leave. This. Damned. TRAIN!" Now the Sultan was angry, even despairing. He took a deep breath and said, "Well. Here you are, and here we all are. Take the Eye if you can. Leave with it, if you are such a craftsman. The attempt shall be entertaining for a while. I bet fifty." "On the cards, or on the Thief?" This from the next man to go, and there was an appreciative chuckle about the table. Soon they were immersed in the minor comedies and tragedies that are played out when men set themselves against their fellows with cards, and the matter of the Thief's occupation was not spoken of again that night. There were other nights of cards, and days and nights of countless other diversions. The Thief met with great Scientists and Philosophers, sharing with them what he knew of more recent discoveries, and learning facts and fallacies of the history that he had been taught. He had thought ahead and brought a recent copy of the Times, for which he was blessed by all. Men and Ladies took turns reading it aloud in the parlor, turning to him and to other recent passengers to ask what this or that might refer to, or why a Mr. Such-and-Thus was spoken of with such importance. He found a long car done up as a ballroom where couples danced to one side while the aisle of travel, laid out in different carpet, ran down the other. There he danced with lovely ladies and tarried further with some few of them. Anything that could be done within the narrow confines of a train car, even swimming (but one lane, and short laps), it was offered. Yet in every face save the very newest there was a hint of despair, for outside the windows one could see all the world. The Train passed through cities and farms, mountains and under the ocean, and they could behold all creation--and never touch it. Most cars had the curtains drawn, even during the day. The Conductor appeared rarely, and without warning. He might be at your elbow at the bar, inquiring as to the day, or he might be seen leaving a movie in the theater car. The Thief learned that, while new passengers appeared daily along the length of the Train, from the perspective of the passengers already aboard, they never stopped moving. Finally the Thief grew bored of the thing, and he obtained the Eye from where the Sultan had hidden it. By now, everyone he encountered had heard the story, and they were all curious to know how he would manage it. With the jewel safely tucked away in an inner pocket, he waited at the bar. The Sultan entered smiling, and the Conductor was with him. Mirrored eyes scanned the compartment and settled on the Thief. They came over. Seeing that the business was about to come to a head, the crowd drifted over to listen. "Sir, this passenger says you have illicitly gained that which is his property. In accordance with the rules printed on the back of your ticket, I must insist that you return it immediately." The Thief drew the document from his jacket pocket. "Do you refer to this, sir? I suggest you examine it more closely: I believe you will find you are mistaken." The Conductor accepted it and looked at it closely for several long minutes. He turned it over and looked at the fine print on the back. He rubbed his fingers over the ink, and he even sniffed it. He looked up, and for the first time that anyone could recall on that great Train, the Conductor's face held an expression: shock. "This ticket is...not valid." Behind the Conductor, the Sultan gave a cry of dismay, horror on his face. "I acquired a ticket from the estate of a man who had died of natural causes before he could use it. Ten years I labored, learning the forger's art. Ten years, with but one goal: to copy that ticket so well that on casual examination even you could not notice the difference. So now what is to become of me?" The Conductor's hands shook, and he said, "You boarded the Train, but you did not have a ticket. This is...this is unprecedented. Yet the regulations are clear: at the next stop, you shall be put off the Train." The Sultan fainted. A few minutes later, the Thief stood on the same platform he had embarked from. Even his copy of the Times had been taken off with him. So, without even a token protest from the Conductor, had the Sultan's Eye. "Sir." The Thief turned, and the Conductor was smiling. The Thief nodded slowly, "You knew, of course. You knew the whole time." "It will give them hope, and they will find new diversion in seeking to emulate your feat. The Sultan took no pleasure in the thing anymore. In the end, he will take more joy in telling how he lost the Eye than he ever did in possessing it. Please do not think your work was subpar, however: the forgery was nearly flawless." "Thank you. From you, that is high praise." The Thief looked into those mirrored eyes, studying himself there reflected. "I suppose we shall meet again." The Conductor nodded, "Yes. Everyone boards the Train, eventually." The Thief nodded in return, "Yes, I know. Death, too, is a great Thief. That is why I pitted myself against you. A pity you let me win." The Conductor laughed softly and saluted him. He leapt aboard the Train, and the door slid shut. The Thief stood there for hours, watching until the last car had gone.

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