#and even in the game it shows she's caring and is raising xan right

[larissel]

[hitmanbalor]

burn it down

EPISODE ONE: ACID, WEED, XANS

seth rollins x cora sasaki

euphoria au - season two

rue narration

cora sasaki was my best friend. the one i told everything too. she also did some side drug work with fezco and his right hand men seth and ashtray, his brother. she did several drugs with me and was the one i went straight too after i came back from rehab. she refused at first it wasn't until she stole a baggy of cocaine that she gave up on me and continued to do drugs with me that was until i met jules. after i met jules we fell apart and she drifted towards maddy perez. they were like puzzle pieces, fit together perfectly. if maddy was causing chaos, cora wasn't far behind and it was much vice versa. i hardly ever saw the two apart and it made me think something was going on. ive heard several things about the two but never grew the balls to know the truth from cora herself. another reason me and cora fell apart was also again jules. cora hated jules do to the manipulation she caused according to herself. i never saw it that way. after jules left me at the train station i had no one and i missed cora but i landed in the home of seth, fez, and ashtray. seth and me grew closer and i saw him as an older brother. he helped me after the whole mouse situation and the situation at lauries house. you might be wondering where coras story will start well.

NEW YEARS PARTY

"cora, babe come on! i gotta pee!" maddy said dragging the japanese girl into the house searching for a bathroom in the large house.

"slow down, mads." cora laughed at maddy.

"sorry, love. oh shit here's one." maddy finally stopped reaching the bathroom beginning to shake the knob. "hello! i need to pee!" she yelled beginning to bang on the door as a makes voice yelled.

"hold on!" yelled nate.

"nate?" maddy looked over at cora confused and she just shrugged. she tried to open the door once again. she suddenly stopped and laughed. cora raised her eyebrow. "i think he's taking a shit." she laughed. cora began to laugh along with her.

"nates taking a shit!" cora yelled. the pre gaming with maddy showing through in her antics. maddy began the banging again as a guy she knew as a college student named isaac offered her a blunt which she gladly took. just then nate opened the door and maddy dragged cora in with her.

"did you even wash your hands? your fucking nasty, nate!" maddy yelled at him and he rolled his eyes at us. "help me here." she said closing the door. cora nodded and took maddys hands helping her squat.

"your helping me next." cora laughed as maddy went for toilet paper.

"girl, wanna hand me that hand towel." she asked cora and she nodded. she went to grab the hand towel handing it to maddy. she finished and helped cora pee, handing her the other hand towel. "throw them in the bath." she said washing her hands as i threw them not a care in the world. cora washed her hands after maddy did. she then dragged her through the house into the kitchen.

"i got molly." maddy said into coras ear and she nodded her head towards the hall. they then opened the laundry rooms door to reveal rue and someone else. the boy scrambled to hide the drugs, rue not caring.

" want some, cor?" rue offered cora some. she walked into the room with maddy closing the door us sitting with them.

"what you got?" cora asked all of them.

"molly." maddy laughed at cora. "oh and tequila." she squealed showing the bottle.

"i got five blunts and some acid." cora said showing the load.

"i got some xans, esctasy, and two joints." the boy said.

"i have acid and molly." rue said.

"let me get a hit of that." maddy said grabbing for the freshly lit blunt which cora handed her.

"imma do some acid." cora said as rue pulled out another bag which contained cocaine.

"my poison cocaine and molly." rue said as she snorted the line of the two drugs. cora paid no mind and focused on maddy who just took some molly and felt weightless.

"mads, got anymore?" cora asked the girl as rue started to falter.

"rue!?" mads stopped after she handed cora the molly. cora slipped the molly in her mouth and lit another blunt before laying attention to the situation.

"is she okay?" cora asked as the boy checked rues pulse as maddy held rue.

"g-get...the xan from my sock." rue said lifelessly. cora began to dig in her sock pulling out the pill handing it to the boy who began to crush it.

"rue. come on." maddy said as the boy brought the drug to rues nose and she snorted it. seconds later rue was smiling.

"i can feel my heart now." she sighed laying on both maddy and cora.

"rue, you idiot. you can't scare me like that." cora pinched her thigh.

"i still love you though, coral!" she said smiling. cora laughed along with everyone feeling content for the first time in awhile. soon enough they gathered themselves and walked back into the party. cora and maddy falling into the living room meeting lexi on the couch. rue finding jules and the boy who cora still didn't know his name was probably somewhere. suddenly the atmosphere became thick and a crash was heard. coras head snapped to the scene and saw fezco beating down nate jacobs. cora scrambled to get up and tried to pull fez off nate.

"fezco! get off! seth!" cora began to yell as tears welled into her eyes and seth appeared for our of no where pulling fezco off nate. as cassie, maddy, and kat tended to nate. fezco, seth, and cora fled the party. the designated driver being seth zoomed down the street to the house the three lived at. cora shot her moms a quick text reading staying with fezco be back tomorrow luv u guys. her mom's were drug dealers themselves and worked for fezcos grandma at one point and helped fezco run his business. cora knew staying with fez wouldn't hurt.

"hey, fez let me see your knuckles." cora said taking fezcos hand inspecting his swollen and bloody knuckles. "let's get some ice, bandaids, alcohol like actually alcohol, alcohol wipes, and antibacterial cream." she said laughing to herself.

"we have a first aid kit in the bathroom and here." seth said handing cora a bottle of tequila walking into the bathroom retrieving the first aid kit. cora took a swig for the bottle as fezco lit a blunt and passing it to cora. "here, cor." seth said handing her the kit getting all the materials needed to fix fez's hand. when cora finished they rested on the couch seth and cora cuddling on the recliner watching the movie playing. after such a stressful night it was nice.

"im gon go to sleep." ashtray said as he left the room fez following.

"come here." seth said pulling cora by the waist onto the couch falling asleep with her in his arms.

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@foxgloveflavored

[horrorslashergirl]

Slasher OC: The Hacker

Full Name: Xander Shawn Rivera (Although none knows his real name as his killer persona)

Nickname(s): Xan, Hackerman, The Hacker, Erron, Cyber Killer, Shawty, BlueRain, Blue

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Place of Birth: New York City, USA

Current Location: New York City

Occupation: As a civilian, he works in the IT department of a company; As his killer persona he is a Dark Web Criminal, Master Hacker, CEO of Online Drug and Weapon Store

Base of operation: New York

Languages: English

Appearance:

Height: 6'3

Weight: 185 lbs

Body Type: Atheltic

Skin Color: Warm Ivory

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: He has an undercut hairstyle, much longer on the top, with bangs covering sometimes one eye

Eye Color: Smokey grey, giving off eerily serene, sometimes studiously expressionless

Clothing: As his civilian persona, Xander prefers easy clothing that doesn't attract attention, keeping the image of a boring 30s male, he opts for dark jeans, T-shirts with symbols from video games or simple graphic T-shirts, and hoodies in colors of black, dark grey or light grey, dark blue. His shoes of choice are either vans or converse, comfortable and practical. Xander's clothing could be described as nerdy.

As his killer persona, he chooses black clothing or midnight dark blue, black converse, or black high Nikes, a bulletproof vest under his hoodie, utility belt where he has his holster with the bowie knife. He wears a neon blue Purge-like mask to hide his identity, and he upgraded the mask, installing mini-video cameras close to where his eyes are so that he can record any of his murders or information in order to blackmail.

Other features: He has a dragon tattoo on one of his pectorals, a tongue piercing and he has a cock piercing right on the tip also known as Prince Albert piercing, plus his scrotum ring piercing. He also has blue braces. He also has some faint freckless on his nose and around.

Face Claim: Desmond Harrington

Weapons: Bowie Knife, Beretta 92 Gun, Wilson Combat EDC X9

Scent: He wears Dior Men Cologne Sauvage, the fragrance is announced as radically fresh, raw and noble at the same time. Top notes are Calabrian bergamot and Pepper; middle notes are Sichuan Pepper, Lavender, Pink Pepper, Vetiver, Patchouli, Geranium and elemi; base notes are Ambroxan, Cedar and Labdanum. Other notes of his scent would be tabacoo, a sugary energy drink smell.

Favorite Food: McDonalds, Subway and Burritos

Favorite Drink: Energy drinks, especially the Monster Energy Drink ones

Power/Skills:

Great knowledge in IT and hacking

Torture methodology

Driving skills

Stealth/Evasion

Skilled usage of weaponry

Bulletproof outfit

High intelligence

Manipulation

Computer skills

Murderous expertise

Skill in hand-to-hand combat

Knifesmanship

Gunmanship

Psychopathic nature

Fearlessness

Ruthlessness

Airplane Pilot Skills

History/Bio:

The man known as the infamous Hacker was long ago someone completely different.

Xander Shawn Rivera was born into a suburban neighborhood close to New York City, along with his little sister Chloe, their parents being Neil Rivera, their father who worked as a police officer of New York City, and their mother Olivia Rivera working for a company in New York into the logistic department.

Xander had a normal childhood, until when he was 14 when his mother left him, his sister, and his father for a rich man. Neil took care of the two kids, and because his mother left them, Xander started to hold a huge grudge on her, especially that his sister, Chloe told him many times that their mother would come back, and Xander got even more hate on his mother when she wouldn't come to visit them; never present for Chloes birthdays, holidays and such.

In high school, Xander was considered the biggest nerd; awkward and unsure of himself, he was a prime target for the popular kids. He wasn't the strongest in the physical department, being fairly tall for his age and a slender guy, he focused his attention more on learning, especially in the IT, technology, and robotic department of the school.

Being more captured by the cybernetic life, he spends all his free time learning how to hack, getting deeper into the Dark Web. First, he opened an online drug store and in time he started to do trafficking with dangerous weapons too. His father being at work most of the time, he had all the privacy he needed, and none had any suspicions of what he was doing, being seen as the non-interesting guy with social awkward skills.

In the last year of high school, one night while he was working, Xander received a call from the New York Police, telling him how his father was gunned down during an investigation with a drug-dealing gang.

With his father dead and his sister completely devasted, not to mention a plan for what he will do after he finishes high school, Xander came to a blocking point, and his sister left him too, to go live with their mother and her boyfriend, the rich asshole.

Being left all alone, Xander finished high school and took the job position in the USA army in the security and IT department, since all his reviews were exceptional. After a few years of working for the USA army, learning along how to fight, use weapons, and how to fly an airplane, he decided to quit, not satisfied enough with what his line of work offered him. The superiors treated him like shit and he was viewed just as their lap dog.

After he gave up on the army, he got a job at a New York company, but behind the boring nerdy civilian, Xander developed a new persona, that he earned from all around the Dark Web; The Hacker alias Erron.

Continuing with the illegal stores on the dark internet, he also got intrigued by the more horrible parts, like killing, assassins, torture, porn gore, and the list goes on.

Xander understood that there on Dark Web, he had full control of everything, it was his Kingdom and he was the King, he could be whatever he wanted there and he had all the skills and tricks... And his killer persona turned out to be one of the most wanted international criminals in and outside the USA.

Personality:

As his civilian self, Xander is an introvert to say so, not indulging himself too much in social activities, but he still shows high confidence even as his normal persona. He prefers to keep to himself, being the boring and nerdy Xander Shawn Rivera that is pretty much invisible. It's an image he chose to keep in order not to raise any suspicions of who he really is. Despite being a Master in hacking and IT, he doesn't show it when it comes to his civilian line of work. He has a quote that goes like this: 'Never show your true potential just to be a cheap showoff. Wait for the perfect moment to strike.'

As his killer persona, like most murderers in horror movies, he shares their traits. He is sneaky, intelligent, cruel, aggressive, sadistic, destructive, and brutish by nature. He has no morality, his base of operation being on the Deep Web, where he is doing business. He scops up victims in various ways; down from online dating sites, to posing as a simple seller of a car or phone; he knows what to say to find out more about his victims. Once he tracks you down, he will know everything about you; your name, age, address and even hacking your webcam to cyberstalk you, finding the perfect moment to strike.

As the Hacker, he is very confident, playful, manipulative, and always has a plan B up his sleeves, and if plan B doesn't work, well... get ready for plan C.

The biggest trick is that you don't know anything about who the Hacker is, but he knows everything about you. He is the guy that invades your privacy and knows all your secrets, using all the information against his victims or people that dare to get in his way.

The Hacker is unpredictable, ruthless when he has to be, and extremely possessive of what he owns, because he worked hard for it, and this results in another intense trait of his personality; he is a big workaholic, sometimes forgetting to sleep and eat, especially when he has a huge deal to finish.

The Hackers street smarts and charisma is unmatched and he is one of the toughest criminals to ever walk the streets of America and surfing through the dark web. As the Hacker, he finds it much easier to talk, flirt, and get close to women. It's not necessarily that he is self-conscious, because he is not, and he has an explanation for why as his civilian self he avoids getting too close to the dating game.

'I have to be boring and awkward as to not raise suspicions, besides... why would I need a girlfriend to stick her nose into my business and fuck up everything? Pussy I can find and get anytime and anywhere I want. Thank you very much, motherfucker.'

He also shows traits of narcissism or egomania, loving to be complimented for his work and achievements, hen loves to be praised and acknowledges by those around him that he is the best, which clashes when he has to put on the good civilian mask and pretend he doesn't want to gut everyone's necks around him.

A psychopathic madman with a lust for blood and to be the best in everything he does, he can be considered a big perfectionist, but not in all domains. For example, he is a lame cook and always prefers to get take-outs or food that can be heated into the microwave. He doesn't have time to sleep, much less to spend his time at the stove.

Erron is very blunt and to the point in his conversations, and won't hesitate to tell someone how stupid they are. He lacks empathy and he doesn't work like other people; he is very logical and will use his brain/mind more so than his heart.

All in all, both Xander and Erron are one and the same person, switching personalities.

Crimes:

Stalking

Terrorism

Selling illegal weapons and drugs

Torture

Grand Theft Auto

Mutilations

Kidnapping

Snuff Filming

Blackmailing

Drug/Weapon trafficking

Quotes of The Hacker:

'I see you.'

'Lets see who pays the most.'

'I got many things that may interest you. Drugs, Guns, Maybe a young woman. Lets negociate.'

'I am everywhere.'

'Yes. I got your wife. You should have seen her face when I fucked her.'

'You will never win this game.'

'You think you can catch me? The police tried for years. Good luck, pal.'

[slushrottweiler]

Is this a date? ~ Xandrian Fanfic

Where two doctors cannot figure out if they are attending the carnival as friends or ... more. They’re both oblivious and Xan is Panicking.

Credit for Adrian goes to @lazyvoyager

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The heels were too much.

Or maybe it was the dress?

If she ditched the dress and wore pants, maybe she could get away with the heels and fancy the whole thing up with nice earrings.

No, that would make it obvious she was trying really hard. And what if that made Adrian uncomfortable? What if he didn’t realise this was a date?

Which is was… right?

Xan huffed an aggravated exhale and dropped face first onto her bed; jostling the mountain of clothes she had tried on and discarded over the past hour. A tangled lump of necklaces slipped off a pile of scarves and fell to the floor with a jangle. Inanna snorted at the sound, rising from her own bed to nudge at Xan’s hand. Peeking out of the corner of her eye, Xan saw Inanna’s ears flick in question before the wolf nudged her hand again.

With a pout, Xan levered herself up just enough to quickly sign ‘I’m fine’ at her father’s familiar. This seemed to satisfy Inanna’s curiousity, as she nuzzled underneath Xan’s hand to plop her head down on the bed; wide puppy eyes demanding pats. Xan obliged with a roll of her eyes, absently scratching behind the wolf’s ears as she turned her attention back to the task at hand.

The velvet top was too flashy for a carnival; date or no date. The wrap dress she had on now was more suited, but it wasn’t all that fancy and she wanted to impress. But not be so flashy as to put her fellow doctor off. And she was making too big a deal out of this…

Xan pushed herself up so she was properly seated, freeing up her other hand to sign at Inanna.

“You don’t know how lucky you’ve got it Inanna”, she signed, pinching her forefinger and thumb together and wiggling them just beside her eye to signal the wolf’s sign-name. “Human mating rituals are too complicated. Nothing is ever easy.”

Inanna rose up and gave herself a thorough shake, and Xan exhaled her silent laugh, shoulders jiggling to portray her humour. “Fair, most human things are —”

Three careful knocks interrupted her conversation with the canine; as a jolt of nerves zipped down Xan’s spine. She lunged out of the room, crashing heavily into her door jamb as she tripped in her heels. With an angry grunt, Xan kicked off the spiked shoes and launched herself down the stairs; thumping her palm repeatedly against the bannister to alert her family that she would get the door. She skipped the last three steps, landing with a thud that had her father turning to shoot her a look as his reached for the doorknob.

Springing between her mountain of a father and the front door, Xan gestured wilding in the negative, keeping her back pressed to the wood as she swung her arms in an exaggerated, “NO!”

Her dad took a step back to keep out of the way of her flailing hands, his heavy brows drawn down in confusion.

“What?” He asked. He glanced over his shoulder at Xan’s mother, who was watching the whole exchange with a soft smile. Of course both of them were in the main room, with a clear and uninterrupted view of the front door.

“I can get the door.” Xan explained quickly, hands flying faster than usual with her frayed nerves.

Her dad’s scowl only deepened. Xan raised her hand to gently pushed her father away, only to jump like a startled rabbit when the knocking sounded again.

“Who is at the door?” He asked.

“No one.”

The knocking repeated and Xan’s nerves now felt like sparks flooding her bloodstream and rapidly heating her cheeks.

“Who is at the door Xan?” Her father asked again, arms crossed to form the perfect image of an overprotective parent.

“It’s just Adrian.” Xan signed quickly, her fingers fluttering over her right cheek to indicate a scattering of freckles that she used as Adrian’s sign-name. A sign-name he did not know about because how do you explain to your co-worker and friend that you talk about him so much that you needed to give him a sign-name. “We’re going to the carnival.”

Her father’s scowl deepened further still, but before he could say anything, Xan’s mother chimed in. “That’s lovely peanut. Isn’t that nice Muri?”

Caught out by his partner, Xan’s dad could do nothing but glower before taking another deliberate step away from the door. Xan sent one last, pleading look at him before she turned to open the door.

And those nerves turned to full blown butterflies when her eyes met Adrian’s.

Caught in the midst of knocking again; Adrian’s eyes were wide with shock, the orange flow of late evening warming the smoke grey. The corner of his lip quirked up when he saw Xan, causing the freckles Xan was so fixated on to shift across his cheeks. It took a second for Xan to catch her breath and return the friendly smile.

“There you are,” Adrian chuckled softly. “For a second, I thought you’d forgotten we had plans.”

A severe concussion could not have caused her to forget. Her stomach had been tied in knots for days. Instead of blurting that out, Xan shook her head as she signed, “I’m not that forgetful.” She exaggerated her pout, so that he would know she was just being playful.

She needn’t have, since Adrian had spent enough time around her to catch her meaning.

“Says the person who went out to purchase leeches three times, because she kept forgetting that’s what she neededto acquire.” Adrian unconsciously shifted his weight back into a cock-sure stance, looking far more like his father and sister than he’d likely wish to.

“Hey! Those bagels were amazing.” She shot back, letting herself fall back into their usual dynamic.

“Everything Selasi makes is amazing.” He countered.

Xan had her hands raised to rebut, but she couldn’t honestly disagree with that statement. Instead she let her hands fall as her shoulders shook with laughter, conceding to his superior point. She could feel her nerves settling, the comforting rhythm she had with her fellow doctor causing her muscles to relax and her smile to broaden.

Adrian took a step back, “Shall we go? I heard the fire-mages will be performing soon.”

Xan nodded and moved to follow after him, only to freeze when someone roughly cleared their throat behind her. Flinching, Xan turned to face her parents; one who was glowering at Adrian over her shoulder, the other who was patiently patting the first’s arm - both comfort and restriction.

“Aren’t you forgetting something peanut?” Xan’s mother asked.

What? Why was everyone treating her like a scatterbrain? Did she want to be introduced. They had met Adrian before, at the clinic numerous times. Ok, never as their daughter’s date (which this may not be), but it was clear from her parents’ faces that they were treating this as such. How did they even know? It was the dress wasn’t it? It was too much…

“You might want some shoes doctor?” Adrian’s voice murmured from behind her. Heat flooded Xan’s face as her gaze snapped back to Adrian then down to her still bare feet. Shit, Shit, and Double Shit. The tips of her ears were on fire as she rapidly scanned the entrance-way, only to spy her usual boots propped up beside the door.

Refusing to meet any of their gazes, Xan jammed her feet into the well-worn boots, hopping to keep her balance as she rapidly tied the laces. Keeping her attention firmly fixed on the ground, she threw a wave over her shoulder at her parents before barrelling past Adrian and into the street. Real smooth there doc. You’re a real catch.

Her heartbeat was elevated, embarrassment causing her fight or flight reflex to flood her full of energy to escape. Her fingers had started to tingle and she clenched her jaw tight as she made her way through the busy street. She knew she should slow down, take three deep breaths to steady her heart rate. Better yet, she should call the whole thing off, say she’d see him tomorrow at the clinic. If she was lucky, Adrian would chalk it up to another of her absent minded episodes and move on —

“Xan wait!”

Warm, slender fingers wrapped around her forearm and Xan jerked to a stop. Her attention whipped up to meet Adrian’s as he caught up to her. A few more wisps of his hair had come free from his ponytail as he’d hurried to keep up with her, his freckles seemed to glow in the setting sun. Was he… blushing? Colour was definitely painted high on his cheeks, and he wouldn’t meet her eye. Xan’s heart thumped. Hard.

Adrian gestured with his head. “The fire-mages are that way.” He explained as he moved them down the left road, heading toward the city centre. Xan followed, easily keeping up with his long-legged stride.

As they made their way toward the carnival, Adrian’s grip loosened. His fingers skimmed down the inside of her wrist, causing goosebumps to pebbled on her skin, until his hand softly clasped her own. Neither Xan nor Adrian mentioned it, but Xan couldn’t help the giddy smile forming on her face.

He didn't let go the entire way there.

Maybe it was a date after all.

***

Ok this was definitely not a date.

Adrian had held her hand for most of the way to the show. The Countess’ carnival was scattered throughout the city, little hubs of activity set up where people can wander through and enjoy games, shows, street-food — anything the city had to offer. The stage where the fire-mages were performing was on a strip of road cluttered with magical delights, and Xan had needed both of her hands to accurately convey her enthusiasm at all the creative ways people were using their spells. Adrian had joined in on her excitement, picking apart techniques from various acts to brainstorm how they could be used in a more practical setting. Both doctors had discussed at length how they could use a bubble spell to move air through the body of someone with damaged lungs, and only stopped when the fire-show finally began.

Xan had stood shoulder to shoulder with Adrian, toward the back to let shorter people have a clearer view. And whilst the gleaming coloured flames had been dazzling, Xan had found herself sneaking peeks at her friend; marvelling at how the colours reflected in his eyes, and cast complex and interesting shadows across his face. His furrowed brow made it clear he wasn’t just enjoying the spectacle, but was already formulating some clever plan to adapt the spell. His lips moved silently, like he was murmuring suggestions to himself, and the glint in his eye sparked brighter than the performance around them. Without meaning to, Xan had begun nibbling her bottom lip, and had proceeded to watch Adrian watch the rest of the show.

And now?... Now Adrian had spent the last thirty minutes talking animatedly to one of the performers. As soon as the mages had taken their final bows, Adrian had begun making his way through the crowd, throwing an excited grin over his shoulder at Xan and stating he’d be just a few minutes. But their conversation seemed to be going far better than expected, and Xan was left to wander the neighbouring attractions as she waited for him.

She could see them just passed the stall she stood beside. Whatever the fire mage was saying, it had Adrian hanging off their every word. He’d pulled a little notebook from his waistcoat and was scribbling in it at a rapid pace, stopping every few moments to ask another question. Normally, that kind of zeal was something Xan loved to see on his face. It meant new finds, new experiments, perhaps even new ways to heal people. Normally she’d be excited to hear whatever he had learned, keen to add it to her own knowledge and put it to use. But tonight… well, she’d been hoping tonight would be, a little different.

Which was ridiculous.

Xan aggressively shook her head and turned back to the stall in front of her. It was a simple game, made fresh with a magical twist. Contestants aimed a slingshot at a wall of crystals. But rather than fire pellets, the slingshots fired a tiny beam of light that, if it hit its target, caused the crystals to glow. Each contestant was given five shots. Hit three crystal that glowed the same colour, and you won a prize. Xan paid the attendant her fair and picked up a slingshot, aiming carefully down the sights at the quartz.

It was ridiculous to have expected more from this evening than any other outing they had been on. They had travelled far and wide, and any demonstration of new or creative magic had Adrian enthralled. Hell, this wasn’t even the first carnival they had been to together, the last one was in Nopal when they were scouting for herbs with interesting properties. They had ended up in the tavern with a town elder, discussing amaris root long into the evening.

So what if this one was at home, or that she had asked him specifically to attend. That didn’t mean he was going to spend the evening glued to her side. Neither of them were so pathetic that they needed to hang off each other. Adrian was her mentor, her colleague and her friend. So what if she had a bit of a crush, one she had hoped was reciprocated. She was not going to ruin a perfectly good friendship if he didn’t think of her that way. Nor was she going to ruin a perfectly pleasant evening because he got caught up in his research again. He had called her forgetful. The damn idiot could get so wrapped up in his work he’d forget to eat! Why would tonight be any different?

“Congratulations! You’re a winner!”

Xan blinked. Three crystals glowed a stunning green, the glow refracting through the surrounding prisms to throw rainbows over the stall. The game attendant grinned at her, and a few people applauded as she was presented with her prize. Shaking her head to clear it, Xan smiled her thanks at the attendant as she carefully placed the slingshot down. She had won a long red ribbon, beautifully coloured and laced with tinkling golden bells. The length chimed lightly as it was placed in her hands and Xan felt some of her disappointment fade away as she stroked the length of it.

“I didn’t know you were such a good shot.” For the second time that evening, Xan jumped at the sound of Adrian’s voice appearing behind her. Spinning to face him, Xan found he was only a few paces back, giving her an odd look. What was that face for?

“My mother taught me.” Xan signed awkwardly, one hand still clutching her bells, and causing her prize to jingle. “How long were you watching?”

“I only saw your last three shots.” He answered as he came up beside her. “Sorry I kept you waiting. I just got —”

“Caught up.” Xan finished for him. Adrian gave her a wry smile, cupping the back of his neck in a bashful gesture.

“You know me too well.” Adrian chuckled.

And she did know him. Which is why she felt the rest of her irritation melt away, and she found herself smiling back at him. Smoothing out her ribbon, she presented it to Adrian with a little bow, hoping she could put all her negative thoughts behind them.

“For me?”

Xan nodded, gesturing again until Adrian moved to take the ribbon from her. But instead of taking the strand, Adrian curled her fingers closed over the bells.

“No, you won it. I couldn’t after I kept you waiting.” He explained, dropping his hands from hers. The rejection was a quick sting, a sharp slap across the knuckles, as though she was being chided for hoping.

“Besides,” Adrian continued. “I’m surprised you didn’t score full points. Didn’t you see the trick?”

That startled the hurt way, and Xan shot Adrian a puzzled look. Her fellow doctor grinned, excited he’d seen something she hadn’t and turned toward the game. Another competitor was playing, and had managed to hit two crystals, one yellow and one blue. Adrian pointed toward the blue one, leaning close to Xan to whisper conspiratorially.

“When the light hits one crystal, it refracts through the surrounding ones, throwing little rainbows.” Adrian explained. “But whatever spell they’ve placed on the crystals is affecting the refraction. The crystal absorbs the colour it glows, so its missing from the rainbows. It wont emit that colour until its directly hit.”

Xan squinted closely at the rainbows cast by the blue glow and surely enough, Adrian was right. Which meant two crystals to the left was another stone that would glow blue if hit. The one next to it would glow orange.

“See, simple.”

Xan gasped, giving Adrian a little shove for having cracked the code. Shooting her friend a challenging smirk, Xan signed. “Alright doctor. You do better.”

That had him spluttering, and he was already shaking his head as Xan called over the attendant. “No wait. Isn’t it cheating, if I know? I have an unfair advantage.” He stuttered as Xan passed over the money and scooped up another slingshot.

She pushed the weapon into Adrian’s hands and grinned. “You have to hit them first.”

Challenge and bashfulness warred across Adrian’s face for a brief moment, before he took up the slingshot and took aim. Xan grinned smugly when he held his elbow too high and squinted down the sight at the wrong angle. His first shot flew wide, hitting the wall between to crystals with a shower of sparks. The gobsmacked look on Adrian’s face had little huffs of laughter escaping Xan’s chest.

“You made this look easy.” Adrian mumbled, retaking his stance. This time, he was aiming a touch better.

The shot whipped out in a gleaming gold beam and hit a crystal just shy of its centre. But a hit was a hit, and the clear quartz began to glow a soft pink. Adrian let out a short crack of laughter, looking down at Xan with pride. She beamed back at him, waggling two fingers to remind him he needed at least two more hits.

Adrian turned back to the game, examined the lights cast off his prism until he found the next crystal he wanted to hit. As he took aim, Xan took pity on the man and reached up to lower his elbow. But the shock of her touch startled him and the shot flew wide.

“You are a paragon of fair play doctor.” He scolded, poking an accusing finger at Xan.

“I was trying to help. You're holding it wrong.” Xan signed rapidly, but they were both still grinning.

“Here,” Xan said. She quickly looped her prize around her neck like a scarf, the bells jangling discordantly as she fished her long hair out of its loop. She took the slingshot from Adrian’s grip and aimed, holding her stance longer than she needed so Adrian could take it all in. When she loosed the shot, it hit the crystal Adrian had been aiming for dead centre, and more soft pink light filled the stand.

With a nod and a smirk, Xan handed the slingshot back to Adrian. When he didn’t take aim immediately, instead just looking at her with that odd expression again, Xan gestured to the awaiting stand with a flourish.

Adrian seemed to shake himself from whatever had caught his attention and took aim at his next target. Whilst his technique was better, it still wasn’t perfect. “Like this?” He asked, peeking over his hands to see her sign.

Xan shook her head at him, a little exasperated chuckle escaping her. Signalling more clearly that she was about to touch him, Xan reached up and adjusted Adrian’s hold on both the sling and the grip, lowering his elbow and raising the sights higher.

Once he had that right, Xan tilted her head to try and see his line of sight. When she couldn’t quite see, she stepped in closer and rose up onto her tiptoes until she was eye level with him. As she moved, Adrian shifted slightly, arm raising back up, so she placed a soft hand on his shoulder and gently guided him back into place. She lined up the shot with Adrian’s hands as best she could, teetering slightly on her toes as she did. She could feel Adrian turn to face her slightly, his breath ghosted over her cheek as he moved to ask a question.

With a strangled gasp, Adrian released the shot before Xan had everything lined up. The shot pinged off the outer wall and Xan dropped back onto her feet, her attention zipping up to shoot a confused look at Adrian.

Whose face was very, very close to hers. And who was turning a blazing shade of red and refusing to look anywhere near her. He kept opening and closing his mouth, like he couldn’t quite get the words out. His freckles stood out against the pink glow and red flush, those bright grey eyes darting around awkwardly.

Xan couldn’t help it. She laughed. Her shoulders shuddered as she shook with silent mirth, causing the bells looped around her neck to tinkle in time with her breath. The sound floated around them, like crystal being jostled in the breeze.

When she finally collected herself, Xan pressed the back of her hand to her lips and finally met Adrian’s gaze.

He was still blushing, but it was softer now, just a dusting of colour made even more subtle by the pink glow of the crystals. But he was looking at her with such gentle fondness that it sent a pang straight through Xan’s chest. The little smile on his lips stayed in place as he reached up to stroke the bells draped around her neck.

“It’s like I could her your laugh.” He murmured just for her, and that pang turned into a flutter of her heart.

“It was nice.” He whispered. They were leaning close, each holding the other’s full attention. “You have a nice laugh.”

[ivydcmir-blog]

☁☼☁( ****. simay barlas. cis female. 21 ). welcome back to your summer paradise, IVY DEMIR we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how MESMERIZING you are, even if you can be a bit AMORAL at times. we hear back home they call you the CHERRY PIT, makes sense considering you remind everyone of IMPORTED CIGARETTES, OLD LOVE SONGS COMING FROM A RECORD PLAYER, PERFUME AT THE BASE OF A THROAT, & FAST CARS AT MIDNIGHT.  ☁☼☁    

oh she’s extra late to the party ! im she .... my name’s xan im 22 and from the est timezone i go by she / her pronouns and ur watching disney channel <3 i am....so excited to bring ivy to life ... shes been my sleep paralysis demon for weeks its time for me to set her free baby ! lets go !

first things first ivy is inspired by characters like effy from skins, georgina & serena from gossip girl, and just a TINY bit of villanelle from killing eve ( not the....assassin part.... ) 

her daddy’s side of the family are oil tycoons and her mom’s side ? well ivy has no idea what they do or who they were

basically a little after ivy turned a year old her mother just . poofed...vanished into thin air and didn’t leave a trace behind. growing up ivy would hear a lot of rumors from the staff abt what kind of person her mom was or where she went but the one person who could tell her the truth ( her dad ) just refused to talk abt it. he got super angry anytime she used to try so ivy stopped asking !

she was born in tokyo actually ( on her parents anniversary trip, which was another mystery ) but was raised in manhattan ! she is absolutely in love with nyc and definitely considers it her home

so shes filthy rich and i mean like ... disgusting billionaire rich to the point that it’s just not right and you know, that definitely shaped her upbringing. even as a little girl ivy found it very clear the amount of power she has just by being born into the right family 

she was....kind of a strange child ! she was abnormally sharp for her age and intuitive and without that maternal figure in her life, ivy grew very attached to her father. he’d even take her along to business meetings because she was well behaved

as she grew up it started to become apparent ivy liked to play games. the more she observed the people around her ( the staff, her dad, his business partners, the kids at school, etc. ) the better she got at finding out what made people tick. sometimes her games were harmless ( like flirting with the boys she knew her friends were crushing on ) and sometimes they were more intense ( like setting up empty pill bottles around her and pretending she’d overdosed to freak out the maids ) ask ivy why she did any of it and she’d simply tell you she was bored

high school ivy was very much reckless like this. she found the upper east side teen drama so dreary she’d often act out just for a change of pace. i’d like to think she broke the record for most detentions at whatever private school she went to. she was definitely someone just about everyone knew just because of all the rumors she stirred up doing crazy things 

despite all the misdemeanors she got into yale ! her dad is basically on of the biggest donors to the university. there’s probably a building somewhere on campus with her last name on it, but ivy really couldnt care less. she didnt exactly want to go to college and she definitely didnt want to leave nyc, but shes got this weird complex with her dad and really cannot tell the man no ! so she majors in classics just bc she thought it’d be neat to have to learn latin 

of course ... she starts to get bored. she’s already barely attending classes and on academic probation so when it leaks to the dean she’s sleeping with a professor ? ivy was sure it’d be expulsion.....but then it wasn’t ! turned out her dad had made a special deal with yale and after a nice monetary exchange it was like ivy never did anything....

after her dad announced he was going to turkey for his brother’s funeral last august she decided to "take a gap year” from yale but really she’s got no plan to ever go back ! instead she disappeared much like her mother did for a whole year without a trace. she told absolutely no one where she was going or what she was doing.....and she’s come back to the hamptons for the summer with no warning ! 

PERSONALITY & TIDBITS

so ivy is....all over the place ! most of the way she behaves is because she finds it a bit too easy to grow bored. still very much into playing games with people bc she gets a kick out of it ! it takes a lot for ivy to take anything seriously so she’s not exactly the best person to come to if you need advice or comfort. if you’re looking for excitement? trouble? an out of body experience ? then she is 100% your girl 

for someone so chaotic she is weirdly nostalgic and sentimental about things. she’s obsessed with greek heroes and foreign poets and superstitions and it’s not uncommon to find her getting existential with you with a cigarette dangling from her fingertips and a foggy look in her eyes. she’ll say something that seems entirely deep and profound one minute, and the next she’s blowing smoke in your face asking if you want to do a line in the bathroom with a wicked smile on her painted lips

a huge flirt ! she will and she does hit on absolutely everyone. definitely not the traditionally romantic type but she does go through phases where she tends to hyper fixate on others for specific periods of time. until she gets bored. it’s a vicious cycle

full of unhealthy habits that include drinking, smoking, doing drugs, fucking around, but the worst is how little she sleeps. she’s been prone to nightmares ever since she was a kid but she’s never acknowledged it as a problem despite it obviously being one

once she flew to paris with nothing but a cheap pink wig. wore it the whole time she was there and called herself yvette. 

picked up her father’s obsession with luxury cars. not only does she collect them, she races them, too. most infamous stint was showing up to a race in an evening gown and winning. 

speaks about five languages fluently. often likes to fuck with snobby rich people at high society events by pretending she can’t speak or understand english, only to turn around and speak to someone else in perfect english

it’s rumored she once snuck onto the yacht of a ceo to a fortune 500 company, only for him to find her in nothing but a bath towel eating chocolates while flipping through his playboy magazines, and that he was so taken with her instead of pressing charges he decided to name the boat after ivy.  

rumors are rumors, but you really never know with ivy....

thats it !!! if you’re reading this you made it !! please come plot with me i know im late but i have a lot of heart memes saved up and i cant use those by myself </3 we can message through im’s but im 100% easier to get in contact with over discord @  EL i love u 💖✨🌙#8172

[truthbeetoldmedia]

Shameless 9x13 “Lost” Review

Next week, the ninth season of Shameless will come to a close, and Emmy Rossum who plays Fiona will make her final exit (as far as we know). The seasons to come must be carried on the backs of the remaining Gallaghers we’ve come to know and love. But what does the future look like for those whose lives will continue to play out offscreen?

In the second to last episode of the season and Fiona’s onscreen story, we begin to get a glimpse at what her life may become, and how she might get out of the Southside in a more positive way than her brother Ian, who may show up again next season as teased by Cameron Monaghan, who plays him.

After being given an ultimatum by Lip, Fiona seems to wake up having done a complete 180. After helping an injured Frank get to the hospital, she meets with a public defender who tells her if she gets a job and attends AA, a jury may believe she’s contributing to society and overlook her previous felony when deciding how to rule. This is, of course, in relation to her punching a woman while drunk a few episodes back. Fiona follows the woman’s instructions, attending a meeting and getting a job at a gas station doing the overnight shift.

Kevin and Veronica get into their own legal trouble when the daycare they’ve sent twin daughters Gemma and Amy to discovers that they aren’t the same person. The nuns give them two options: Either they can pay a hefty fee, or Kevin can play Jesus in an upcoming pageant. He’ll need to drag an extremely heavy cross the 150 feet from the school to the church, but Kev agrees, thinly avoiding being charged with fraud.

Meanwhile, Lip chases a closed-off Tammi around town after discovering she’s going to see a doctor without him. Lip wants to support her and his unborn child, especially after her father showed up at his house questioning his motives, but Tammi doesn’t want any help making decisions regarding her and the baby. Eventually, she confides in Lip that she got tested for the BRCA gene, which will determine if she’s at high risk for developing breast cancer and if so, whether or not having children will decrease her risk. This is essentially where the conversation ends, as Lip can’t get much more out of Tammi.

Across town, Frank undergoes surgery after stumbling out of Fiona’s old building just as demolition starts. The hospital staff attempts to figure out how they can get him out as quickly as possible, as Frank has a reputation for stealing pills and not paying any of his bills.

At work, Carl faces an armed robber and wins by using his pent up anger from Kelly dumping him and beating him with various objects on the counter. When he gets back to the house, the bad blood between him and Debbie continues as she hangs out with Kelly. The two girls bond while shopping for military gear, as Kelly is about to head back to school. Feeling closer than ever to her, Debbie attempts to kiss Kelly as they’re cuddling on the couch. Unfortunately, her feelings are not reciprocated and she’s left feeling sad and a bit naive when Kelly decides to leave.

Though Debbie is heartbroken, Carl manages to cheer her up, and the two bond over their hatred for the girl who hurt both of them. It’s a nice moment between siblings especially after the strain that’s been on their relationship lately. Carl also tells his sister that he didn’t get into Westpoint, to which she offers a simple but sincere “Sorry.”

And all the while, Liam is at his friend’s house playing video games, watching movies, and eating homemade biscuits. Though his siblings have been texting and calling him all day, Liam is bitter that it’s taken them two days to notice he’s gone (I don’t blame you, Liam). So, he doesn’t answer any of them and continues to live lavishly with his buddy — which definitely beats staying in the Gallagher house.

While Fiona is working her first shift, Max comes into the store. He tells Fiona that the building she invested $100,000 in actually is going to be turned into a nursing home at some point in the next year, and that he wants to buy out her share. Stunned, Fiona can’t do much except agree to figure out logistics in the morning. It looks like this might be her first and last shift at the gas station.

So, it looks like Fiona isn’t going to leave Shameless in a cop car or a body bag after all. Throughout her emotional decline, it’s seemed like the eldest Gallagher sibling might not be able to pull herself together. Her siblings weren’t helping her, her friends weren’t helping her, and she certainly wasn’t helping herself. Now, though, Fiona has a chance that the audience thought would be handed to Frank through the Hobo Loco games — a surplus of money. And with the family just not the same as it once was, I won’t be surprised if Fiona decides to abandon the home she’s spent most of her life building.

In this episode, Fiona and Lip did finally have a conversation about getting back up and trying again. This particular conversation is extremely satisfying, but again, seems long overdue. Having been through an alcohol addiction and the recovery process from that addiction, there’s no reason Lip couldn’t have encouraged his sister to get up and try again when she got fired from her job for being drunk all the time on the clock.

And, sidenote, how is it that Fiona was spending her entire last paycheck on alcohol just last episode, but now seems to be having no trouble refraining from drinking? Even just one shot of Fiona looking at a bottle longingly for a few seconds could’ve made her crawl out of alcohol dependency more believable. Even if she isn’t actually an alcoholic, it’s hard for me to follow that she’s suddenly fine, going to an AA meeting and getting a job all within one episode.

This brings me back to my issue with the show’s pacing this season. There were so many episodes of Fiona walking around town drunk, interacting with a few people, going home and going to bed. All of this filler could’ve been replaced with actual plot points, like Fiona getting arrested and fired, a lot earlier. Then, she would’ve had this motivation to get better and we would’ve watched her struggle to do so. Unfortunately, we now have one more episode for a grand total of two in which Fiona is attempting to recover and get her life back together, and it’s being fast-tracked by a large sum of money. Can somebody say “rushed”?

Ignoring the pacing, this season has all around been fairly uneventful, sans Fiona and Lip’s storylines. Lip says he might get to see Xan in a few days, and Tammi might be keeping the baby. There’s a lot of what ifs right now, and a lot that I’m hoping the finale will resolve or at least raise the stakes of. I’m having trouble caring about Xan when there’s also the pregnant Tammi storyline, though even that is hard to care about when she’s so standoffish and argumentative. I feel like she and Lip are just going in circles about what’s going on with the baby, and I for one don’t know how much longer I can stay on this ride — I’m getting dizzy.

This episode felt like a lot more filler, Frank being given a completely new storyline that can’t go much of anywhere with just one episode left in the season, and Debbie and Carl resolving a petty fight over a girl. And then there’s Kev and V, picking up a long-abandoned storyline after Kev’s vasectomy provided a couple episodes of laughs and not much else. Even Liam, who’s been absent for a while now, spent the episode playing video games with his friend.

The highlight of 9x13 was Fiona being offered her $100,000 back. Though it’s out of nowhere, I guess we just have to accept that this is how Fiona is going to better her life — unless of course she gives it to Frank to help pay off his medical bills, but I somehow doubt that’ll happen.

In the preview for the finale, we see Fiona visiting Ian in prison and also sitting down with Lip, asking him to take care of Liam, presumably, for her. I’m glad that we’ll finally get some loose ends tied up and even see a familiar face before the season ends. I’m just having trouble figuring out what questions we’re going to be left with going into Season 10, besides maybe Tammi’s decision regarding her pregnancy.

Going into the season finale, I’m hoping and praying for a huge plot twist. With the relatively slow and uneventful nature of this season, it only makes sense that the finale would be totally unexpected and jaw-dropping. As a lot of people probably are, I’m hoping deep down that Jimmy/Steve will make his return to whisk Fiona away and start a new life with her. I’ve always been on the fence about them as a couple, but I think Fiona has shown us that she needs her life to be exciting. I’d love to see Jimmy/Steve come back as a better person, but still with that dash of recklessness that Fiona needs. Regardless of if this happens or not, I just hope Fiona finds adventure somewhere. All will be revealed next week, I suppose.

Shameless airs Sundays on Showtime at 9/8c.

Jessica’s episode rating: 🐝🐝.5

[earwaxinggibbous]

Top 10 Best Hit Songs of 2018

As I geared up to make the list of hits for 2018, I was prepared for difficulty, and I wasn’t wrong. Hence why there are a few little cheats here and there. Really anything that even had the potential to be a hit got on this list because the Hot 100 was fucking barren and I figure I’d rather give some exposure to some good artists that didn’t get what they deserved.

I do discuss alcohol/drug use briefly in my number 9 + 6 and abuse in my number 4. Let’s get this shit on the road.

10. Mine - Bazzi

This song is dumb. And I love it.

Mine by Bazzi, who no doubt will not show up on the charts next year, is a song that all of you know even if you think you don’t, because it’s the one with the memes.

You so! Fuckin! Precious! When you! Smiiiiile!

Yeah, it’s that one.

There’s not much to say about this one. It’s a quick and easy listen at only a little over 2 minutes. Bazzi has a nice enough voice, and the production manages to stand on its own. Honestly the reason it’s here is because the lyrics are adorable.

It feels very teenage, but not in the obnoxious way that Lucid Dreams is. It’s just very innocent despite the second line being about hitting it from the back. It’s a kind of innocence I can enjoy mostly unironically.

Like, whatever man. Just enjoy life.

9. Betrayed - Lil Xan

So I wasn’t actually sure when this song charted. I believe it was either late 2017 or early 2018, possibly with some crossover, but I’m counting it because I love this song so much.

Betrayed actually shares a lot of similarities with Juice WRLD’s Lucid Dreams. They were both towards the bottom on each respective list, they both have videos made by Cole Bennet, and they both have a sneaky anti-drug message.

Ironic considering his name is Lil Xan. Also I lied it’s not very sneaky at all. Which is good, if you’re gonna be anti-drug then just fucking do it. The beat is chill, the bars are chill, it’s all super chill. That’s probably in part due to the fact that Lil Xan has a super calming voice. This is weed music. Like Car Seat Headrest. And good weed music can be enjoyed when you’re sober, which Betrayed can be because it just sounds nice.

A good chunk of Betrayed is about the pitfalls of the rap game, and how suddenly everyone turns on you and wants your money, which is kind of neurotic but not entirely inaccurate.

This was actually the plot of a Jay-Z and Justin Timberlake song called Holy Grail from a few years back. And I hate to say it but this song does it way better, because it’s not trying to make fame out to be some horrible demon priestess who’s sucking your soul out of your ass, but rather, more of a lifestyle with very different complications.

Which is what it is.

So Jay-Z got outdone by a 12-year-old with face tats named Lil Xan, and if I heard about that my ego would be deeply, deeply bruised.

The only reason it isn’t higher is because, uh.

Oof, Lil Xan. Come on now.

8. King’s Dead - Jay Rock ft. Kendrick Lamar, Future and James Blake

So a lot of people actually didn’t like this song. Which... I kind of get.

Also apparently this was on the Black Panther soundtrack. I never saw that movie, but a lot of the lyrics on this, at least according to lyric genius, relate to that movie. Which I guess is why I have no clue what it’s about other than the average rap music cliches. The only thing I knew about King’s Dead for god knows how long was this gif of Kendrick eating corn in a palm tree.

I feel like the best argument against this song (other than Future’s high-pitched sampling of Slob On My Knob that made me lose my shit) is that there’s nothing really special about it. I mean yeah, Kendrick has a voice that’s smooth like butter, but King’s Dead has a generic beat and bars that just don’t stand out.

But I don’t know. I just love it.

This is just a nice fun song to chill out to. I can put it on, throw myself into bed, and let the cares of the day shloff off of my body as Kendrick whispers to me in the language of the ancient ones. This is nowhere near his best work, not even remotely close to it. All it is is nice and small and easy to listen to without being completely boring.

Maybe I also just like it because it’s been forever since a rap song really sounded like one. This is partially the fault of Future, who is on this song, and doing the same shit he usually does, but at least the rest of the song sounds like words. It feels like it’s been a whole decade since rap music wasn’t just an autotuned jumble, and while I’m easier on mumble-rap than most, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss good old fashioned regular rap.

Regardless of whether it’s blind nostalgia or some level of actual quality, I enjoy King’s Dead for what it is. It may just be a rock and not a diamond, but it’s my rock and I love it.

7. In My Blood - Shawn Mendes

So like, what the fuck happened with Shawn Mendes? He just kind of got really good all of a sudden. Like when every genre, every artist, every newcomer and every single is shitting the bed, it’s Shawn Mendes of all people to bring it home. That’s like if Charlie Puth turned out to be the savior of music. It’s like if Chingy developed into a rap legend. And this song, In My Blood, is about something we all wanna do! Giving up.

Okay, so that’s not exactly what it’s about. It’s about the feeling of wanting to give up, but refusing to, in a very chronological way. With the verses representing the low points and the chorus representing the swell of energy that forces one to get back on their feet. It’s an incredibly well put-together song where Shawn’s voice is actually put to good use instead of him gargling pus like he did on Treat You Better. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t emote wonderfully on this.

I haven’t heard any of the other singles he’s released around this song, but I’m definitely interested in doing so because In My Blood is an experience, kind of in the same way that like, a really good Panic! at the Disco song is. It just punches you repeatedly. You ever been punched by a song? It feels great. I wish more songs would punch me.

In a lot of ways In My Blood is also nostalgic for me, since it brings me back to an era where I actually got excited about pop music because it was important to me some-fucking-how. And I don’t mean like, I was interested in pop like I am right now. When I was littler my parents basically raised me on old alternative music and jazz, and while I definitely enjoyed it I had literally no idea what other kids at school listened to. The first pop song I remember hearing was Pokerface by Lady GaGa, I was on the school bus, and it sounded like nothing I’d ever heard before. Over time my sister began playing the radio so that her friends at her new school would stop goofing on her for not knowing any pop artists, and hearing all this new music was kind of an experience. Of course after awhile we both moved into individualized tastes and neither of us really listen to the radio unless it’s during the holidays, but hearing In My Blood somehow reminds me of a time when being a hit actually meant something.

It’s a song where you put it on and it just owns the room despite its minimalism, and with tons of easy listening alt-crap hitting the stations nowadays, it’s nice, albeit surreal, to know that Shawn Mendes is the one who gives a shit.

6. Genius - LSD

In case you didn’t know, LSD is the combined efforts of rapper Labrinth, singer Sia and producer Diplo. I hadn’t actually heard of this group until pretty recently, and I wish I had because if you know me, you know about my wretched obsession with Sia. Maybe I’m too forgiving, but I can’t remember a single bad track she’s put out. And Genius is no exception.

Lyrically this song’s a bit lacking, despite the title. But soundwise it sticks like gum, with a layered production. I always say that they should have Sia work with one of these sing-rappers, so having it finally happen is proof that god might be listening to me.

It’s like bubblegum for your brain, it’s sweet, it tastes good, it’s fun and it sticks. Even after only one listen I couldn’t get the tune out of my head. And god knows I just want the charts to be fun for once. No, I don’t think this song charted, which is an absolute shame. LSD should absolutely have the star power to hit the top 100, but I guess this just wasn’t a good year for them.

Regardless, I have heard that LSD plans to do a full project, and after listening to the rest of their short album I am more than excited. The only reason this isn’t higher up is that, judging by the group name I was expecting it to be way more of an acid trip soundwise. It’s definitely hard to compare LSD’s Genius to any other type of pop in recent years, but I feel like that’s moreso because Diplo and company have taken all sorts of elements from all sorts of pop music and sneakily fused them together.

Regardless, Genius is a highly enjoyable listen. Sia’s at top performance as per usual, Labrinth sounds really nice beside her and Diplo’s production is solid. Also I seriously recommend the music video. It’s super weird. I wish animated music videos were more common with pop, to be honest.

5. Better Now - Post Malone

I almost feel like I’ve sinned putting a Post Malone song above a Kendrick Lamar song, but god do I love Better Now.

The Post Malone conversation is still very much underway, with a lot of people saying they hated Psycho because it was boring (which I can get even though I don’t agree) and that they hated Jackie Chan because it was just really really stupid. But, much like Candy Paint, I have yet to hear anyone say they dislike Better Now. And I do honestly believe that he hit it out of the park on this one.

This one’s sort of the reverse of Genius. It has pretty basic trap production, but really nice lyrics. Possibly building on the story from I Fall Apart, though with a slightly more mature outlook, Post talks about an ex-girlfriend who he misses, trying to drown his feelings in alcohol, drugs and expensive stuff in the wake of the relationship.

A total bummer, but Post sells it pretty well.

Like damn. That’s a detail right there.

I mean, I could argue that nobody has a specific drawer for socks they don’t like, but who cares really.

Anyway, unlike I Fall Apart, which was a turn-off for a lot of people because it felt spiteful and juvenile, Better Now doesn’t really place the blame on Post or his ex, which is a much more realistic scenario. Because really, his ex isn’t at fault for no longer being in love with him, but Post isn’t at fault for pining. He’s only human. Judging by the lyrics, the story is that Post was dumped for being a druggie in this song.

Though Lyric Genius also argues this is a reference to the death of Lil Peep, who was close personal friends with Post Malone in real life. If this song is somehow in a weird roundabout way an ode to Lil Peep, honestly it does feel like it’s a good send-up to him from another rapper. Like yeah, a love song might seem weird as a tribute to a dead friend, but it definitely does feel like a mournful, sad song about longing for a close person who’s gone for the long run.

Whether this is a tribute to Lil Peep or just a breakup song, it definitely carries the weight of the emotions, partly since Post just generally sounds sad all the time. And in a year full of pissy break-up songs, this is the one that hits home more than any other for me. If Post is going off of past experience, it shows, and if he isn’t he’s just a really good actor I guess.

4. Freaky Friday - Lil Dicky ft. Chris Brown

This song is the bane of my fucking existence.

Why do I laugh at this? Why do I laugh at jokes about Lil Dicky having a small penis still? Why am I losing my shit at the idea that a white guy in a black guy’s body would immediately wonder if he can say the n-word? Why am I, a grown man with presumably mature tastes, going ‘hee hee hoo hoo’ over the phrase “I’m DJ Khaled! Why am I yelling?” And why the fuck, in the year 2018, am I actively enjoying a Chris Brown song?

Lil Dicky I have a soft spot for. We’re both Jews, we’re both stupid, we both look dead inside in every photograph taken of us. We’re basically like long lost twin brothers. Plus I do think he’s a skilled rapper, with his greatest track easily being Professional Rapper featuring Snoop Dogg, and if it had been my choice, that song would’ve been his first big hit. But no, it had to be Freaky Friday. A song that, for all accounts and purposes, is about as funny as an early Your Favorite Martian song, and yet still makes me roll into a screaming fit laughing my ass off.

I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I’m over the Chris Brown drama just because there’s plenty of worse artists charting right now. Forgetting it would be an offense to everyone involved. Do I think he’s probably matured since? Maybe. But that doesn’t excuse or explain away what he did. But for me to pretend I don’t enjoy this song would be disingenuous, and it breaks my heart to actually enjoy a Chris Brown song. In 20-fucking-18.

Everyone hates this song. And they’re valid, honestly. I just like the chorus, maybe? I don’t know. It’s hardly Lil Dicky’s best work, but fuck me. Of course I had to be the one suffering with the curse of enjoying Lil Dicky’s Freaky Friday to the point that I put it above a ton of songs that are probably objectively better, all because I laugh at dick jokes and love a catchy chorus.

But I will give it credit, this is the first popular comedy song in a long time I’ve been able to get down to. Selfie and What Does The Fox Say made me wanna scoop my eyes out with a melon baller, but of course the fucking Chris Brown comedy song makes me shriek in body-wracking laughter as if I’ve never heard a joke before.

It’s been at LEAST a year since I felt this shitty for enjoying a song, but that’s life I guess. Just enjoying bad music by bad people for bad reasons.

3. High Hopes - Panic! at the Disco

How is it that we’re having a Panic! at the Disco hit in 2018? Whatever, I’m not mad.

I mean, come on. A swelling Brendon Urie anthem about finally being able to achieve your dreams and shit? That’s really all I need on a bad day, isn’t it. Thanks 2018.

I don’t even remember if this song has good production or not. It’s really loud. Everything is loud. Do you think I care if it sounds good? I mean, Brendon sounds good, but like. Biz Markie’s Just A Friend fills me with emotion and it sounds like it’s being sung by a donkey. My standards are not high. Maybe I’d need higher standards to not like this song.

Frankly, I don’t care if the production is bad. Because this song is just good mood music, and I like that it’s loud. I want Brendon to scream in my ear about having high hopes. Do you think I care how it sounds?

No but really. It’s a perfectly well-built song, Brendon performs well on it. Bless this shit though. If there’s anything that represents hope in my mind, it’s Brendon Urie skittering up the side of a building while singing about having high hopes and his mama and whatever whatever. In a year full of dour break-up songs and people dying and abusers getting famous, all you can really have is high hopes. And that’s all there is to it.

2. Neva Lavd Yah! - Dusty Ray Bottoms

Can we all agree RuPaul’s Drag Race is kind of a hack show at this point? I mean, Season 10 was a disaster and so far AS4 has been a disaster too. I’m not even sure why I still watch it at this point.

Anyway, this is kind of a cheat. Neva Lavd Yah! charted on Billboard LGBT, and actually charted pretty high. Not the actual Hot 100, but do you think I care anymore?

So we’re all mad that rock music is dead, and that the only remnants we have of it is Imagine Dragons and other similar garbage. But don’t fret (unless it’s on a guitar) because Dusty Ray Bottoms, queen of my heart, is here to solve that problem. Full electric guitar and drums. No autotune. Just pure Dusty Ray on the track here to kick ass.

I guess Neva Lavd Yah! is a generic “fuck the haters” anthem, but for once I actually believe it. Maybe it’s because it’s being sung by a 50-foot-tall gay man with dots all over his face. Maybe it’s just because, with every drag queen doing techno music, Dusty Ray has done something completely different. God knows I was sick of every drag queen doing overproduced electronica about nothing at all.

Neva Lavd Yah! isn’t polished or clean. It’s screaming and loud and full of passion. Sometimes you’re just a 50-foot gay who wants to yell, sometimes you’re a 5-foot gay who wants to yell. Maybe you don’t feel like yelling right now, but you’ve probably been in that mood before. Neva Lavd Yah! is for when you wanna chill in a garage with an electric guitar and write songs and then scream with your shitty garage band and it’s the 90′s and you’re gay.

Damn right.

And before we move forward,

let’s hit those honorable mentions.

I Like It - Cardi B ft. Bad Bunny and J Balvin

This song really did almost get on the list, and I mean it was like a baby dick’s length away. I almost feel bad that I let Mine on instead. Cardi I am so sorry.

Nice For What - Drake

This was the only good song Drake released this year, and while Drake talking about “strong women” on the same album as I’m Upset seems like bullshit, I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t at least kind of a banger.

Now or Never - Blair St. Clair

This was the only other big drag queen hit I remember this year. It was released in the wake of Blair St. Clair coming out about a sexual assault, and while I do think it’s an empowering song, I don’t like the way it sounds that much.

Pray For Me - The Weeknd ft. Kendrick Lamar

How I liked King’s Dead more than this I can’t even explain to you. The beat on Pray For Me rocks my tight ass though. Plus let’s be honest, The Weeknd and Kendrick are a fucking dream team.

I Love It - Kanye West ft. Lil Pump

I can’t hate this. Fucking look at it. They’re in roblox costumes!

Famous Prophets (Stars) - Car Seat Headrest

Not a hit, which is the only thing that kept it off of here. Consider Song of the Summer by Remo Drive, Humanity by Gorillaz and When You Die by MGMT also in this spot.

On to number one, and if you know me you probably know it already.

1. Kamikaze - Eminem

Listen. I don’t care if this didn’t chart. I don’t care if it didn’t get close. I don’t give two fifths of a fuck if Eminem isn’t as good as he used to be. I don’t give a single rat’s ass.

Because I fucking love Kamikaze.

(The song.)

The album was fine, I wasn’t huge on the whole “call out everyone” angle it took. Sure sometimes it landed, but other times, like with the Tyler the Creator diss, it was completely pointless and kind of petty.

But the title song? It bangs.

The lyrics are good, obviously, it’s an Eminem song and he hasn’t been struggling with lyrics since... Revival I guess. The production on Kamikaze is interesting, the chorus is catchy. I just love it. It puts me in a good mood for reasons I cannot explain using words of the English language.

Maybe I just love Eminem too much. But in a year of stolid depression like 2018, all I wanted was for my favorite rapper Eminem to say “fuck” and yell a lot and just be kind of motivational in his weird way. And he did it. And I understand if people don’t enjoy Kamikaze (the song or the album) but I just can’t not love it, it makes me so excited every time I hear that intro. I feel like a child almost.

I saw Eminem live for the first time this year at Governor’s Ball. It was an experience. My feet were killing me because to get good spots, my sister and I had to sit through Chvrches. (Didn’t like them very much.) It was loud and crowded. It started raining, I was cold as shit and tired and this enormous drunk guy in a wifebeater nearly elbowed my head clean off of my shoulders just due to a lack of spacial awareness. And I didn’t even give a shit until it was over.

The music ended, and I realized I was freezing my ass off. And that’s what good music does to a guy I guess. And being able to download a new, really good Eminem song was like capturing that moment in a bottle. A bottle of white boy spite, but a good bottle nonetheless.

Of course I’m biased. God knows if this song is actually better than something like In My Blood or Genius, but I love this song too much to put it any lower than number one.

Whenever I need motivation or I’m just really pissed, this song is here for me to listen to, so I can lose my shit by the side of a man who I’ve literally begun referring to as my dad at this point. And that’s just what I want. A song that I can feel next to. A song that can feel with me. And as good as some of these other songs are, I don’t feel with them like I do with Kamikaze.

See you next year, I guess.

[sansfangirl4life-blog]

Souls of Glass Chapter 1

Now I get to post the first story with human Lost here! This story is done for my friend @jeyawueand it involves mostly her characters <3 Thank you so much for supporting this story on DA! I hope you all enjoy it!

Lost belongs to me, Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Next Chapter ----->https://sansfangirl4life.tumblr.com/post/176435858283/souls-of-glass-chapter-2

Chapter 1

Xans tapped his pale fingers on his keyboard impatiently, eyes glancing at the screen. "Hmm...still nothing, eh?"

"We don't know what caused you to turn human, Xans." Valphys sighed. "So of course there's 'nothing'. At best, something heavily altered your code." Xans tsked and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "At worse, you can't change back unless we go into the game again."

"Fuck that. I don't mind this new form, ta be honest." He smirked and sat up, looking at himself in a mirror. His skin was alabaster pale, his hair more resembling fallen snow. His left eye shimmered blue and was filled with his usual amusement, and his right eye, although not entirely broken anymore, was still green. At the very least it functions like a normal eye. He thought and crossed his arms. His nails were slightly longer than most humans, almost like claws, and the same could be said for his bare, pale feet.

He leaned in a little closer to his reflection and grinned, his rows of human sized, sharp, pure white teeth visible. He licked his lips, a near glowing blue tongue peeking out past his soft, pale lips. "Not ta stroke my own ego or nothin'...but I think I look sexy."

"You stroke your own ego enough." Valphys huffed, shaking her head. "Just be careful, understand Xans? It's only been two months, but we still don't know if this new form is good or bad."

"Ya worry too much Valphys." Xans pat her head and she scowled as he opened the door. He pulled a bandanna around his mouth, showing off sharp teeth and he tilted his head back. "Besides, this whole world's a little more entertainin' as a human." He walked out and Valphys shook her head.

"He's going to get himself killed."

Perhaps. Valphys turned to the monitor where a face appeared and a bunch of symbols only she could fully understand. But then again, who can say?

"Are you the cause of this?"

No. Valphys snorted as the screen flickered when the face smiled. However...I will not lie. These new events are...amusing.

"Of course you'd find this 'amusing'."

You do as well.

"...."

Called it.

"You shut up." Valphys sighed. "I mean it though, this could be serious. It isn't just his code that changed. Even though he still has his powers, physically...he's a human now. Organs, skin, the works."

What are you implying?

"If his body's converted into a human's....how long will it be until his Soul does the same?" The words didn't appear for a few moments before the screen flickered again. "Something wrong?"

Yes. It seems....we're about to have a new guest.

"What have you done this time Gaster?"

.....Adding a new player to this little game.

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Xans sat down at a park, looking up at the sun as it shined down on his face. Ah....it feels nice. He thought. Not that I wouldn't mind finding someone ta fuck around with...heh....but this is nice too. He leaned against a tree and enjoyed the cool shade on his skin. "Mmmm~..."

"Mommy, look!" He opened his blue eye as a child's voice called nearby. The child was pointing at him as the mother walked over.

"It's rude to point! Forgive me young man-"

"Nah, s'all good." He winked at the kid. "I know I'm rather pale, 'snow' problem." The kid giggled as the woman ushered him away. As he was about to close his eyes, a shrill ringing sound filled his ears. "Ugh..." He opened a screen up and scowled. "The fuck ya want now, Valphys?"

"You need to get back here...something happened."

"Is it Frisk? Or the others?"

"No, but-"

"Then I don't give a fuck." He hung up and began to relax when the same noise happened again. "Fuck off Valphys!!!!"

"Xans, I said it's important!"

"Maybe ta ya, but not ta me!" He hung up again only for the noise to bother him a third time. "VALPHYS-"

"It's someone new. A 'Sans', if you will." Xans stopped and looked at her. "Right now, he's unconscious."

"A new Sans, so the fuck what?"

"He's...uhh....like you." Xans stopped and looked at her. She scratched at her cheek with a claw, showing concern. "His code's been altered when he got here.....he's a-"

"Virus?"

"No...human." Xans raised a pale brow in interest. "It seems whatever happened to you also happened to him as well. Hence why I want you over here...in case he's dangerous."

"....Tsk, using me as a meat shield now that I'm made of meat, eh?" "You know what I mean. What if something happens and Frisk comes home? I know Vapyrus is with her today." He bristled at that. "If he's dangerous-"

"Alright, alright, ya damned scientist. I'll be there shortly. Can't teleport around here, so it'll be a bit." He removed the screen and stood up, walking out of the park. He felt the cool grass be exchanged for smooth sidewalk on his bare feet as he made his way down the street. Little hot, but it's almost noon. Prolly should have worn those sandals Frisk got me. He thought as he continued. He stopped at a crosswalk, people staring at him as he pulled his hood up to avoid eye contact. As he made his way across the street, someone shoved him rudely and he restrained a hiss that built up in his throat.

He continued walking, hands in his jacket pockets as eyes followed him where he walked. Damned humans. All of them are the fucking same....can't even handle someone a little different. He slowed down slightly and smiled. Thank stars there are humans like Frisk, at least.

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He arrived at Frisk's large home and opened the door, Valphys blocking his view of the new 'guest'. "Well I'm here. So?"

"I've been doing my best to examine him. He's still unconscious." Valphys said without turning around as Xans shut the door behind him. He moved further in the room and frowned.

"Yer damned screens are in mah way."

"So? Walk around a little more, or are your human feet too tired?" Valphys scoffed. "Besides, all you wanna do is gawk at him like a slab of meat."

"Tsk." Xans sneered as he yanked his bandanna down, only for him to stop as he gazed at the young man asleep on the couch. His face was covered by an oddly familiar purple and blue striped scarf. Xans could see a large, deep looking scar running under the right eye of his face and he tilted his head. His skin was also pale, but to Xans it was almost like moonlight rather than his own, alabaster appearance. As Xans moved to get closer, eyes snapped open and something red and glowing was shoved in both his Valphys's faces. "Woah, easy there."

"Where am I?! What is this place?!" His voice was quiet and smooth, but there was a rasp to it, as if he hadn't used it in years. Xans continued to gaze at the stranger despite the obvious threat in the form of a red scythe. Multi colored eyes gazed at him, the right one a crimson red like blood and the left a shimmering, near sky blue color. Both eyes held a tint of fear in them, he clearly knew he was outnumbered.

Just like Xans, his eyes were surrounded by deep, black pools, and his sneer showed off fangs. His chest heaved as he sat there, his muscles slightly visible under his baggy t-shirt and blue hoodie. His hood had fallen down, revealing a mop of black hair, tipped in snowy white. "Answer me this instant!"

"Will ya relax?" Xans said with a smirk. "We ain't gonna bite-wait, no, I might, if yer inta that kinda thing." The young man on the couch seemed confused by his reaction and he laughed. This guy will be a fun one. "Name's Xans. This here is Valphys. Yer...how should we explain? Yer-"

"This is not my home." Xans nodded as the red scythe vanished, and he blinked at the sudden smell of rust. "I...I am sorry."

"You just woke up to strangers. You have every right to be suspicious." Valphys said and pulled her screen back up. "In fact I'd be worried if a Sans wasn't on his toes like that."

"..." The figure sat there, arms crossed. "So what is this place? And why am I human?"

"Ya know, yer way to calm fer this shit."

"When you have done the things I have done...not much surprises you any longer." He spoke with an oddly detached tone as Valphys continued to scan him. "Although I will ask you...who are you?"

"The name's Xans. The one scanning ya is Valphys." Xans leaned back and floated in the air, legs crossed. "Yer on the Surface-well, the Surface of this timeline that is. A place where yer world is little more than a game on a computer." The figure glanced at the computer and then  back at Xans. "Tough shit, that's the way it is."

"I do not care."

Tsk, well he's an ass. Xans grinned. Then again, so am I. "Ya should, considerin' where yer currently at." The young man glared at Xans and he shrugged. "Jus' sayin' it how it is."

"Well, if you two are quite through..." Valphys interrupted them. "Alright, so...you are 'Sans' from the LostTale timeline. I'll skip the long prologue of your life for everyone's sake here."

"Ya didn't read through it at all, did ya doc?" Valphys narrowed her eyes and he laughed.

"Zip it Xans." Valphys sighed. "Although your age here is in your 20's, it seems your human body is like Xans's and you're more of a teenager." She continued gazing at the screens and then put them away.  He shrugged. 

"So, am I right in assuming there's already a Sans here?"

"Yup."

"Then...." He closed his eyes and rested his chin on his hands. "Call me Lost then."

"Pfft, was that meant ta be a pun? If so, that's a good one 'Lost'." Xans air quoted.

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Lost watched as Valphys made contact with this world's Frisk and he gazed out the window. A rather nice place, I won't lie. He thought as he sighed. He looked at his own reflection and turned to Xans. "Is there a restroom?"

"Down that way." Xans gestured with his hand and Lost walked past him when something long and bony wrapped around him. "Hold on a sec." He was spun around and forced to look at the pale young man before him. His blue and green eyes were surrounded by an inky blackness, making the amusement in them show even more. "Lemme get a good look at ya..."

"You can get a better look a distance away from my face." Lost narrowed his eyes as the tail coiled tighter around him. "Let me go!" He struggled only for it to coil even more, trapping him against the albino in front of him.

"Now jus'~ hold still...." Xans leaned in, enjoying the seething look he was receiving. "Careful there Lost....yer liable ta turn someone on with the heat in yer eyes...."

"E-Excuse-" He felt a finger being pressed against his lips and he scowled. Xans leaned in and gazed more into his eyes. "I...said....let me go!" Lost's red eye flared to life and a bone nicked Xans's tail. He hissed and released him, Lost gripping the bone in his hand as he moved away. "Don't you know what personal space is?!"

"Tsk, yer a little prude, eh?" Lost's eyes flared and Xans laughed. "Like I said, yer liable to turn someone on with that look. Best be careful there, Lost." Lost huffed and turned around, ignoring the cackling of the albino behind him.

Rude....He thought and sighed. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and began to gently touch his face. "Human, hmm?" He slowly took his hoodie off, pausing when he had pale hands on the bottom of his shirt.  He slowly lifted it after some thought, looking at his bare chest. Dark marks littered his slightly muscular chest, each of them different in size and depth. He dragged a finger along them softly, noticing how they were more a part of his skin rather than actual scars. "Figures...no matter where you go or what happens...your sins will always follow you." He closed his eyes and winced as large, feathered wings sprouted from his back. Each smooth feather was a shining blue, tipped with crimson.

He spread them out gently, then looked at his reflection again. He held his hands in front of his chest and summoned his Soul. Shutting the light off, his Soul illuminated the room in its pale blue and red glow.  The heart floated serenely in front of him as he looked at it, sighing at it's dull luster. "Even now....my brother would probably make fun of me for looking at it this way..." He smiled slightly in spite of himself and returned his Soul to his chest. "But I needed to make sure. It seems even my Soul has become human." As he folded his wings back and they vanished, he rolled his eyes as he heard a knock. "What?"

"Jus' makin' sure ya weren't jerking off to visions of my hot body." Lost glared at the door as Xans laughed. "I can practically feel ya burnin holes in the door."

"Shut your mouth, before I shove a bone in there."

"Eh, wouldn't mind a bone....er being shoved in instead." Lost groaned and rubbed his forehead as Xans's laughter grew louder. "Shame ya weren't makin' any noises in there! Coulda recorded that." Lost snarled and opened the door, glaring into Xans's teal and green eyes. "Hey now, it's that angry look again."

"Listen to me." Lost growled and jabbed a finger into Xans's chest. "I am not someone you can just amuse yourself with."

"Heh, seems that way ta m-" He felt magic crackling around Lost and he raised a pale brow. "Now yer just being downright threatening, hmm?"

"Don't toy with me." Lost said and Xans sneered at him. "I'm not some petty little human you can just fuck around with."

"And what's that supposed ta mean?"

"It means if you so much as try anything...." Lost's red eye began to glow just as Xans's teal one did the same. "Then I will make you regret it."

"Oooo~ so big and scary~...." Xans hissed. Before he could retort, a door open.

"Xans? Who's our guest?" Both heads turned as their magic dimmed down, but Lost's eyes widened as he stared.

F.....Frisk?