#and yeah it has got me - you guessed it - the famous green

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I threatened to write something for Butchlander week and well... I have written, uh, something. *skulks back into the abyss*

Written to accompany this wonderful art I commissioned from @semains whom I love dearly-- thank you for indulging my requests for setting and exact pose as well! Commission them!

Butchlander Week NSFW Saturday prompt: Roleplay/Roles. Because it might be the role of a lifetime for Butcher, but you know Homelander is having the time of his life pretending he can't escape / pretending it hurts sooo much.

(yeah, double dipping) Cozy Corner Kinktober prompt #5 Buttplug (sort of. I can't explain myself. I have no excuses. It might be disturbing, so apologies in advance. Pure Id, aka wtf).

My header is getting longer than the ficlet, gdi

"Harder." Homelander's tone is haughty and whiny all at once–  so grating that Butcher wishes he could deliver on the request. Who'd have thought that this grandiose straightedge little cunt would get so hard having a stranger smack him over and over? Who'd ever guess that this supe celebrity– maybe the world's most famous person, and definitely the darling of the American public– would be into this kind of shit behind closed doors? That he wouldn't be bloody ashamed of himself whisking Butcher off to his bizarrely decorated apartment every single night.  Bypassing all of Vought security, so that Vought's public enemy number… if not #1 then at least top 10… could make himself comfortable sitting on his bed. Not all that comfortable, since the bed is a strange upholstered leather number and stiff as hell, but Butcher supposes a supe might not feel the difference between this and a Tempur-Pedic.

He brings him here every night, and every night the script stays largely the same. Homelander plies him with some alcohol, sometimes a glass of whiskey, but more often just a bottle of Heineken. Butcher sits down, Homelander eagerly drapes himself over his lap, pulls and folds his cape underneath him, as if he doesn't trust Butcher enough to spread it out next to him. wiggling his hips, insisting Butcher pull down his pants and spank him. And Butcher obliges every time, even though it's clearly hurting his hands much more than it hurts Homelander– they alternate sides every night but Butcher suspects he already has stress fractures that don't heal because his hands ache all the time and never quite recover between sessions. But despite the pain, and despite the very little to no pain he's actually inflicting on the spoiled brat who always asks to be hit harder, there's just something irresistible about it. About finally being allowed to take out his aggression on the man he hates most in the world. The man he hates most in the world, who also happens to have a surprisingly perky ass that jiggles hypnotically if you hit it hard enough and just right, so Butcher hits him with his full strength not because of the cunt's whiny demands, but because he just wants to see the flesh wobble.

"I said harder!" Homelander's voice cuts through Butcher's thoughts, and Butcher can't help it any longer.

"You want me to hit you harder, you're gonna have to find a paddle."

Homelander's breath hitches and he says nothing in reply. No, this sick cunt clearly craves skin on skin contact to get off, Butcher already knows this, which is why he knew what to threaten him with to get him to shut up.

But he does wish he could hurt him. The achy joints of his hand plead he stop. Butcher stares down at the well defined muscular globes, skin turned a nice blush color where he's been hit but Butcher wishes he could turn it black and blue. Purple and green. He wants the cunt to really feel the intensity he's supposedly asking for, just to prove how wrong he is.

"I'm waiting," Homelander reminds him.

"Just taking a breather, alright? Enjoying the view." Butcher tries to squeeze a handful of flesh, but it's never as soft as it looks. "Look like one of 'em marble statues you got out in your lounge area."

Butcher hears Homelander's breath hitch and sees him take a peek at the mirror above, clearly checking himself out. This is all a game to him. It flatters his vanity that Butcher does this for him. Butcher would like nothing more than to turn this around on him, make it less of a game and more of an actual punishment.

A strange idea creeps in. Butcher leans back to reach for the Heineken bottle he emptied earlier and put on the nightstand, always on a coaster Homelander insists he use. God forbid he get a water ring on the antique looking furniture, with the creepy little cameo portraits of people who died last century. The beer is mostly just to take the edge off before Homelander lies down over his legs– he and Homelander mutually figured out the session goes better if he's slightly buzzed and maybe just a little numb to the pain in his hand. And they figured this out because Homelander happened to whisk him away right after he stumbled out of a bar on a late Saturday night, after which point Butcher understood that Homelander would come and find him wherever he was– even if he wasn't at home past midnight. It's sexual slavery, is what it is. Butcher would resent it more if he didn't somewhat enjoy getting to beat this cunt on a nightly basis before being dropped off at home.

Homelander shifts, growing impatient while waiting for another round of spanking to start after the breather. "Come on!" he says through gritted teeth, and he sounds angry, and fucking self-righteous, as if he's complaining about customer service he's paid for. It's not Butcher's fault that the cunt only seems to come after he's gotten spanked for minutes straight, at some point his body finally deciding that this is such an enjoyable moment that his hips start grinding forward into Butcher's leg and he comes, the same pathetic little hitched moan escaping his lips every time, the same toe-curling Butcher can see because the cunt does take off his boots to lie on the bed. Thank god he never pulls his pants far down enough, because he never gets any jizz on Butcher's jeans. Homelander seems to think Butcher doesn't notice, or at least they both pretend they haven't. As if Butcher can avoid noticing his leg being humped violently, wondering if this is the night the cunt breaks one of his limbs out of pure excitement. As if it's not clear what just happened from the flushed face and glazed over eyes the supe has when he rises off the bed, finally satisfied. But if no one tells and no one asks, it didn't necessarily happen, and both seem content to keep it at that. Homelander takes a quick shower and suit change before dropping Butcher off at his apartment, without any further ceremony or pleasantries, and by morning Butcher is half in denial about any of it even happening.

"Are you fucking deaf? Why did you stop?" Homelander says and starts to turn his head to look back at him, but Butcher shoves his face back to face forward. 

They have an unspoken agreement not to look each other in the eye when they're doing this, ever. Homelander almost broke the agreement, but obediently looks away again after the lightest push.

"Shut your fucking trap already. I heard you the first ten times just fine," Butcher growls under his breath, and his mind is made up about what he was hesitating to do. He forces the neck of the empty bottle into the cunt's tight crack, moving it around, looking for give.

Homelander's back arches, clearly not expecting the sensation. "The fuck are you doing?"

"GIving you something harder, like you were whining for, you spoiled brat." Butcher gives up doing it blindly and pulls one of the cheeks towards him. "Now where's your fucking chocolate starfish? You even have one?" And as if to punctuate that last word, Butcher finds the place and  breaks the initial resistance resistance, the bottle neck beginning a slow slide in.

Homelander breathes harder. "I don't like it," he mutters, and his ass flexes in protest.

"You better like it and accept it, or else you're going to end up with a pile of glass shards inside you."

Butcher is skeptical that glass could really do anything to this supe's internal organs, but it seems Homelander wants to avoid the mess anyway, and his muscles relax.

"That's right. Now stop whining and take your punishment."

He tries to push the bottle in even further, feeling more and more protest.

"I don't like it," Homelander repeats, sharply this time, as if it means something.

"You ain't supposed to like it," Butcher says and decides to finally smack him on the ass with his other hand after keeping him waiting. Butcher doesn't anticipate that Homelander's body will convulse, shatter the bottle, grind into him, and come all at once.

"The hell was that?" Butcher asks, pulling back the jagged bottle's bottom half that survived. Homelander's body is still twitching underneath him and he's panting. Maybe this was going to be it. Butcher overstepped the line. Homelander was probably immersed in some unresolved childhood trauma or fantasy or whatever the fuck about having a father figure who would discipline him with a firm but loving hand. This must have ended the illusion for him. Maybe enough that Butcher is about to meet his end– sometimes it's hard to remember that the whimpering quivering pathetic mess draped over his knees is the selfsame terrifying force of nature that can take out an entire army if he ever just chose to do so.

But the cunt won't even pick his head up. He's buried his face in the crook of his elbow. Is he fucking crying? Butcher wonders for a second if it's possible that he's actually fucking done it. Actually hurt him. Maybe a plug of C4 won't kill him but maybe it'll make him feel the hurt? A whole assortment of images races through Butcher's mind. He wants to try everything now. His crowbar, a bat studded with rusty nails, maybe the same bottle but a Molotov cocktail this time. Payback for thinking he can just force Butcher to indulge him, to make every night about getting him off. This opens up a whole new world of possibilities.

But Homelander stirs and starts to sit up, and Butcher winces and his teeth are set on edge when he can hear the crunching sound of glass grinding against glass, and tiny green shards start dropping out of him as Homelander tilts to sit back on his heels.

"That was— amazing…" Homelander whispers, breathless. His hands are folded demurely in his lap as if he didn't just orgasm to being diddled with a bottle of Heineken. "You want another beer?"

"No!" Butcher says, sounding more emphatic and more disturbed than he intendedto let on. "No, you sick fuck."

"Does your hand hurt?" Homelander asks, and it's without any impatience in his tone, maybe even a note of real sympathy, completely ignoring the insult just lobbed at him. Before Butcher knows what's happening, Homelander leans down and licks the hand that had just been spanking him. Butcher jerks it away defensively, but Homelander follows it licking it, laving each finger with his tongue before leaning into it with his brow ridge, then his nose, rubbing himself into it. It feels soothing and takes away some of the sore feeling, Butcher is loath to admit.

But he needs to regain what little control he has in this arrangement. "You want me to pet ya? Then lie back where you belong," he says. It's gratifying to see the supe cunt immediately obey him. He stretches himself back into his former position, and Butcher kneads the flesh of his ass.

"We can do the bottle again if your hands hurt," Homelander says, sighing contentedly and breaking the rule– looking back at Butcher with a look that is disturbingly similar to fondness.

"We can," Butcher agrees, trying to ignore the glass that's spilled out on the sheets and forget the crunching sound the bottle made when it snapped in half at the neck.

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We spend the afternoon here, talking about all the things that come into our heads, most of which is music, happily, as I always have a lot to say on the subject. I let her go through my CD collection, and she confesses she hasn't heard of most of the artists.

“Bloc Party, really?” I say, showing the CD to her. “You don’t know them?”

“No! Why would I?”

“I don’t know, because they’re famous?”

“I know Eminem,” she picks that one out of the pile, and I smirk, “That’s a pretty old one. I don’t really listen to it anymore.”

“Hm,” she turns it over in her hands. “Well, just letting you know, you forgot to take all the stickers off.” Her thumb nail picks at the corner of the parental advisory sticker, and I snatch it out of her hands. 

“No, leave it.”

“Leave it?”

“Yeah, the sticker stays on. C’mon, everyone knows that.”

She examines me like I’m the weirdo. “Um! It’s a sticker, the same as a price tag. You just peel it off like a normal person would.”

“No, you keep it on so everyone knows you listen to music with bad words in it.”

This makes her laugh. “Oh, yeah, very important. Sorry. I would have peeled it off, because if my mam saw an album with that sticker on it, she’d have brought it to the charity shop the next day.”

“Bit strict, hm?”

“Yeah, I suppose. She just doesn’t like the idea of me being exposed to certain things.”

I’d like to ask Evie what specifically she’s not allowed to be around, but judging by the bizarre way Shane clucks around her like a mother hen, I can guess. Alcohol. Drugs. Boys like me. I’m curious what it’s like to have parents that care about any of that stuff. I can’t imagine. 

“How would she feel about you coming to the festival? Does she know there’ll be songs with bad words there?”

“No, obviously,” she gives me a playful shove, “She’s not going to be going on iTunes and finding the artists. She barely even knows how to use the internet, and she’ll be fine about the festival as long as she knows Shane is there.”

“What’s it with Shane, anyway?”

“Oh, God. She loves Shane. For some reason, she’s just obsessed with him, and keeps trying to get me to go out with him.”

“You don’t want that though, do you?”

She snorts. “Hardly. That’d be so weird.” She grabs my Prodigy CD and slips the booklet from inside. “He’s like my brother or something. It’s just sick.”

“Right, right, so, like, just curious, what kind of guy would you-”

“That’s you,” she interrupts, holding a picture of Keith Flint with his tongue out up to my face. He’s got that green, clown hair thing going on and really intense black makeup under his eyes. I laugh, surprised. “What?”

“That’s you,” she taps her nail against it. “Him.”

“Why? Because he looks bad?”

A shrug, “Yeah.”

God, it’s so stupid. I understand there is no sophistication to this joke, that it’s just an ugly-looking man, but that’s exactly why it’s so funny. She grins at me as I snicker into the back of my wrist. “What?”

“You know that’s good, c’mon.”

“I actually don’t know why I even said that. That’s the sort of thing I say in my own head.”

“Very funny, okay, well two can play at that game.”

I reach for my Dodos, Beware of the Maniacs album, and she starts protesting before I can say a word. “No!” she says, “No, no! That’s not me!”

“Uh huh!” 

“That’s offensive, you can’t say that!”

“Evie…” I show her the image.

“No!”

“...Is that you?”

I grab her leg and we fall about, howling, wiping tears from our eyes, laughing until I think I might be sick. If someone ever asked me what we were laughing about, I’d have to play it off, and pretend that I didn’t really think it was so funny, that it was a bit juvenile and stupid, but I would be lying about the first part. For some reason, nothing has even been as hilarious as pointing to an image of a big, looming bald man’s face and asking Evie if it is her.

It goes on like this, as we try to find more ugly things to compare each other to, eventually pulling that magazine from under my bed and wiping off the dust to flip through, eventually landing on an very serious article about a family of inbred royals from Austria. We don’t even have to say anything. I just turn the page and we start shrieking. 

“Oh, God,” Evie’s face is red, and she has tears in her eyes. “I promise I’m usually not this weird in front of people.”

“Me neither, fuck sake, we have to calm down.” 

We look at the picture and burst out laughing again. 

I decide it would be cool, eventually, to show off my immaculate, curated CD collection. I hold her hostage while starting and stopping my CD player, running through all the best songs and the best albums in my possession. Evie keeps pretending to know them, but then doesn't recognise their biggest hits. 

“Of course I know Gorillaz,” she scoffs. “I just don’t know this song, is all.”

“This is Feel Good Inc.”

“Yeah, I just don’t know it.”

“You’re lying to me!”

“No! I’m not caught up on new music yet! I don’t have time for everything…”

“Evie…”

“What?”

“This album is five years old.”

When I try to teach her German, she fares no better. She pores over my textbook, trying her best to pronounce all the long words at the back, the ones that are, like, five different words squashed together into one. I understand the difficulty on one hand, but on the other, it's really not that complicated.

“You have to stop trying to pronounce them weird.” I'm know I am beginning to come across as an impatient person. “It’s not like French. Just think in English.”

She takes a determined breath and gallantly butchers the word “entschuldigung.”

We go back to the start of the book and try “eins, zwei, drei” again. 

“I’m tired of this! I can’t do the throat sound,” she protests, so I relinquish the book and lay it on the bedside table. 

“Well, just pointing it out, but you’d get it after a while if you kept trying.”

She peers at me. “It’s not a very nice language, is it? It sounds harsh.”

“There’s something about it,” I say. “Like any language, you know? Once you get to know it, you start to discover the nice things.”

“Are you worried about having to speak it all the time?”

“Kind of. I’m mostly worried that I’ll have a strong accent, you know? And everyone will just think of me as the foreign guy, rather than who I really am.”

“Hm, yeah, I never thought about that.”

“It’s hard to be myself when I speak German. I just don’t know how to express what I want to say, or to be funny and whatever.”

 “Well, you could just show them an ugly picture in a magazine and say ‘ist das du?’”

“Thanks, I’m sure I’ll come across great.”

Her eyes dart across my face. “I don’t think you should worry. I think everyone will like you, even if you have a bad accent. They’ll know just by being around you that you’re cool, and they’ll line up to be your friend.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, Jude, I think you’re really nice.”

I smile. Resting my head mightn’t have been the greatest idea, because my body quickly informs me it is time to give in and sleep. Insomniac nights routinely catch up on me by the afternoon, and now heaviness pulls at my lids. With the sun heating my body through the window, and the soft, dreamy melody of a Radiohead song coming from the speakers, I want to stop fighting. Evie too watches the waves outside the window, and her breath moves with them, a meditation. I shut my eyes. It’s just for a few minutes, just to ease the sting. Then we can talk some more. I really want to talk to her more…

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[obsessedelusional]

i met y/n in the bathroom

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ✦ AU where Bella isn’t famous, just a regular high school senior. Bella has a fat ass crush on you. Not knowing the feelings are mutual. What happens when you finally gain the confidence to approach Bella? The weed in your system just might be the thing giving you that little push you needed. (alludes to smut)

word count ✦ 1,400ish

authors note ✦ can’t stop listing to I met Sarah in the bathroom by awfultune so I wrote this

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Bella is eager to share the most recent development in her life with her life long friend, Riley. They arrived to school earlier than normal, sat at their regular hangout spot. Riley is no where to be seen, Bella nervously taps her leg. Pulling out their phone to shoot their friend a text.

Bella: where are you

“I’m right here.” Riley laughs, startling Bella in the process.

“What’s so important?” Riley asks sitting down next you Bella.

“Alright uh, let me tell you the story.” Bella begins.

“You know the party I went to last night?”

“The one you swore you wouldn’t be caught dead at, that one?” Riley ask, with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah that one.” Bella smiles a cheesy grin.

“I may have had a moment with a girl, a really cute girl.”

—

The Party

“Live a little, drink! Let loose!” Bella’s closest male friend Justin demands, already a little tipsy. Passing a drink to Bella, she takes it and pretends to take a sip.

“Finally!” He belches before leaving Bella alone is the sea of people. She lets out an annoyed sigh before taking a seat at an empty couch. Pulling out their phone, full of regret for even agreeing to show up. It never failed when she tagged along on one of Justin’s many escapades, they always got left alone as Justin went off to socialize. Bella continued to show up for Justin in the hopes to get a glimpse of you.

The loud sound of laughter causes Bella to look up from their phone. There you are, throwing Justin into a hug. While still in Justin’s embrace, you look over to Bella’s way. Smiling and sending a small wave their way, Bella smiles before going back to their phone. Too afraid to continue the eye contact.

Bella cursed them self for being so damn shy. She admired you because you were a daredevil. They admired you for a whole list of reasons. In Bella’s eyes your were gorgeous. Always dressed so well and makeup so extra, she loved everything about you.

Tonight no different, you were wearing a pink dress that hugged your curves perfectly. The dress has a cut out right under your breast, perfectly exposing the skin there. Pink colorful eyeshadow on you eyelids, your makeup always matched your fit. Tonight little sparkly butterfly clips placed strategically in your hair. Bella loved seeing what you came up with every day. Too frightened by the tiny crush that had been inside them for so long, to compliment you.

To Bella’s surprise, you walked over to where they sat. Plopping down right next to them. Resting your tired head on their shoulder. You weren’t that tired until you smoked, the green nearly knocking you out.

“Surprised to see you here.” You say, looking up at Bella who’s trying their best to act natural.

“Uh… yeah Justin basically begged me.” They say, attention on their phone. Internally they’re freaking the fuck out.

“Why aren’t we closer?” You ask, Bella looks down at you taken a back by your question.

“I mean like I’m friends with Justin. Your Justin’s friend. That basically makes us friends, right?” Your high ass ask.

“I guess so.” Bella responds, timidly.

“Bella. Ya know, I really like hanging out with you.” You speak just loud enough for Bella to hear. Saying everything but what you actually want to say.

“Aww I like hanging out with you too.” Bella says, partially confused. You guys never really hung out before. Yeah you were always around when Justin was around but that was about the extent of your relationship. Your high ass laughs out loud, falling into Bella again.

“I think I really wanna kiss ya,” you say even quieter than before. Finally mustering up the courage to say what’s been heavy on your mind. Biting your lip in anticipation for their response.

“Wait, really?” Bella asks, eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to scare you.” You sigh, getting ready to leave Bella sat alone one the couch.

“Na, it’s cool.” She responds bringing a smile to your face. You stand up, intertwining your fingers with there fingers. You motion for them to stand up, Bella does just that. She’d do anything you’d ask of her. You lead Bella to the nearest bathroom, thankfully it’s empty. You guide Bella in, locking the door behind yourself. No one daring enough to turn the lights on. The only light is coming in through the small window. The moonlight illuminates Bella’s features beautifully.

“Can I?” You ask, Bella nods to afraid to speak and possibly ruin the moment. You move closer, pushing Bella into the wall. You kiss Bella affectionately which quickly turns more frantic when they begin kissing you back. Your hands find their way to Bella’s who doesn’t know what to do with their own. Leading their hands to your chest, letting them explore your body.

“Are you sure?” Bella asks, looking up at you. You were a few inches taller then Bella. The sight of them looking up at you like that, driving you absolutely insane.

“This is kinda crazy.” They say, actively trying to catch their breath. Hands still fumbling with your dress, finding their way to skin exposed by the cutout on your dress.

“I just really wanna… I don’t want to take it slow.” You respond, staring straight into Bella’s dark orbs. Attempting to read their face to find a reaction.

“If you want to stop I’ll stop. I don’t want to stop.” Bella smiles knowing with a face like yours so close to theirs, they can’t say no. They don’t want to say no.

“I want to.” Bella says, before smashing her lips into yours. Kissing you more deep this time, hands finally reaching under the thin fabric of your dress to caress your sensitive peaks.

—

“There’s so way you hooked up with her.” Riley laughs, not believing Bella in the slightest.

“She’s not even gay.”

“Explain this then.” Bella lowers the collar of their shirt exposing the hickey you left on their skin.

“That could be anything.” Riley half laughs still not believing.

“Where did you go last night? I tried calling you snd texting you like a million times.” Justin asks, sitting next to Bella. Bella shoots a look at Riley that says don’t say anything. But Riley says everything, all the time. Bella shouldn’t expect any less at this point.

“Apparently she was too busy hooking up with Y/N. Even got a love bite to prove it.” She teases.

“Makes sense.” Justin says, confusing them.

“You believe them, really?”

“Yeah. I may have told Y/N some things a while back.” Justin explains.

“Things?” Bella asks concerned.

“Yeah she told me she thought she was a lesbian. So I was like omg I know a lesbian and maybe have unintentionally outed you to her.” He further explains.

“Since then she’s always asking about you. Begging me to bring you everywhere with me. I thought maybe she liked you, I was right!” Justin says proud of himself.

“You’re welcome.” He says before leaving Riley and Bella alone. Bella trying desperately to understand all the information thrown at them. Today was fucked, there was no way Bella was gonna be a functioning student today. You had stolen Bella’s phone last night and texted you self so you could have their number. Your phone number was burning a hole in their pocket, desperately wanting to message you. Deciding in the end, it’s too risky.

At lunch they sat alone, waiting for Riley to arrive any second. Only for you to be the one to occupy the space next to them.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi,” Bella speaks softly.

“About last night…” Bella feels like she knows exactly where this going, she’s not ready for the heartbreak.

“If you regret-“

“I don’t regret what happened. Can I finish?” You ask to which Bella nods yes.

“I like you like a lot a lot and I don’t really know what to do with that information. So I was thinking maybe we could be more than friends?” You further explain, talking to Bella but not daring to look at their face. You watch Bella’s hands instead, as they fidget with the rings on their fingers. Trying your best not think about where those hands were last night, getting flustered at the memory.

“Are you asking-“

“Yes I am, okay?” You interrupt.

“Yeah I think I can make that work.” They tease causing you to roll your eyes. You playfully shove Bella before placing a sweet kiss on their lips.

“So she wasn’t lying, wow.” Riley speaks interrupting your moment with Bella. Bella only flips Riley off before falling into your embrace, kissing you again.

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What if Xavier's father showed up to parents weekend? maybe he's not nice to his son and reader say something? Or vice versa

This has been in my wips for so long! I miss writing/reading about Xavier...

p.s. I didn't plan on making this 1.4k, but it happened

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Being the son of world-famous psychic Vincent Thorpe had its perks and many downs.

Getting a lot of toys to play with as a child and living in a big house sounded like a dream, but for the rest, there was nothing to envy. Since he could remember, Xavier always had high standards to reach. He was expected to have the greatest grades and to be on top of all of his classes, always be on his best behavior, speak nothing but highly of his father and mostly, not taint his father's reputation in any way shape or form.

Like any little kid, Xavier admired and looked up to his father. Being world-famous made him sound so cool to his young eyes. But that idolization changed with time. Xavier realized that nothing he does will ever be enough for him. His grades — although considered excellent — will never be good enough to his father’s eyes. He’ll always disappoint him.

As a parent, Vincent Thorpe wasn’t so cool. Xavier always had to fight to get his father's attention. Instead of congratulating him on a test he got an above average grade, Vincent would tell him to work harder next time. He never came to his school plays or other events — unless it gave him an occasion to brag about himself. He never sat down long enough to recognize the talent Xavier had for art or comforted him after his mother lost her battle to cancer at the hospital.

When his powers began to show, people expected Xavier to be as great as his father. Unfortunately, his psychic powers were not as impressive. All he could do was bring his art to life.

He also had occasional dreams that predict the future, but those were more on the scary side — nightmares.

Beneath the balustrade Xavier was standing by, the quad was filled with parents and families greeting and hugging their children. He remembered his first year at Nevermore. He had waited all day for his father to show up on Parents Weekend, convinced he would come visit him like the other parents only to end up crying in his bed because he was the only kid whose parents weren't present.

That day put a further strain to their relationship. The next year, Xavier didn't bother waiting for his father. Nor the year after.

‘’Not sure how much of this family togetherness I can take,’’ Xavier said when you joined him.

‘’Guessing your dad’s a no-show again this year?’’

He nodded, looking down at the crowd of parents with sadness. ‘’Yeah. He hasn’t show his face since I started here.’’

Parents Weekend was Xavier’s least favorite Nevermore event. It was just a painful reminder that his father didn't care enough about him to show up. The man preferred to be on tour and hear a crowd applaud him than spend a day with his only son. Xavier acted like it didn't bother him, but he was deeply hurt.

‘’Shouldn’t you be with your mom and brother?’’

You shook your head. ‘’My mom texted me last night saying she couldn’t make it, she caught a nasty cold and doesn’t want to spread her sickness. That means we can spend the day together.’’ You smiled and kissed him sweetly.

Xavier smiled a half smile against your lips.

‘’We can go into town if you want? Get coffee and—’’

‘’Xavier,’’ the gravelly voice of a man called behind you, rudely interrupting.

You looked over your shoulder, eyes falling on a tall man wearing a long coat cleared. He had a haughty posture and the same green eyes you loved to stare into.

Beside you, Xavier looked like he had seen a ghost — and he might as well have. After years of no-show, his father decided to show up.

‘’D-dad.’’ The young psychic quickly composed himself, straightening up and fixing his posture before his father could point it out.

The exchange was strange and cold. From your viewing point, it seemed uncomfortable.

You subtly rested a hand on the small of Xavier’s back, standing close so his father wouldn’t notice. A way of telling him ‘I’m here’. ‘’Welcome to Nevermore Academy, Mr. Thorpe,’’ you politely greeted, forcing a welcoming smile.

The man completely — and rudely — ignored you, which only added a point to the lengthy list of reasons why you hated Vincent Thorpe. He might be famous, but it didn’t give him the right to be rude to people.

‘’I didn't know you would be coming.’’ Xavier shifted, absentmindedly leaning into your touch.

‘’It was a last minute decision. I was on a flight back from Paris when my personal assistant forwarded me that Principal Weems had invited me to Nevermore's Parents Weekend. My tour is on break for a few days. Why not surprise my son and pay him a visit.’’

Xavier huffed a dry laugh. ‘’So you came here because you had nothing better to do? I’m just a way to fill empty spaces in your schedule?’’

Vincent stared down at his son, then corrected him. ‘’That’s not what I said.’’

‘’But it sounded like it,’’ you said, coming to Xavier’s defense. It wasn’t your place to speak up, but you knew Xavier wouldn’t stand up to his father. ‘’I understand that you are a career oriented person, Mr. Thorpe, but children shouldn’t fill empty spaces in a parent’s schedule. A good parent make space for them in their schedule, cares and listen to them instead of booking appointments with a therapist by fear a bad word under their name ends in the tabloids, calls to take news instead of having their assistant send an email and show up to their school events.’’

Words kept spilling out of your mouth, firing examples of Vincent’s shitty parenting. You could’ve kept going for longer, but some things were too personal to bring up where people could hear.

Like the reason Xavier started going on nightly runs. He didn’t start running out of pleasure; his father had forced him to lose weight because ‘having a fat son wouldn't be good for his image’. Or why he enrolled him at Nevermore Academy. It wasn’t just because it was a school for outcasts. The academy allowed him to focus on his career and touring the world. So instead of putting his career on hold and becoming the parent he knew that Xavier really needed him to be, he sent him to Nevermore instead.

In Vincent Thorpe’s mind, parenting was a chore. He had planned to leave all the parenting to his wife while he focused all his attention on his career, but life had other plans for her and took her away, leaving him with a son he didn’t care enough about to make room for in his professional life.

Before you, the tall man’s face twisted, immediately taking offense. ‘’How dare you speak to me with that tone. Do you know who you are speaking to, young lady?’’

It should have made you feel small, but you weren’t intimidated by him. To your eyes, he was just a man.

‘’I do, and I do not care. Being famous does not give you the right to treat your son like a forgotten toy on a shelf that you only spare a glance at and remembers exists every couple of months. Xavier should be your priority, but he’s not. All you see and care about is the tabloids and if a bad word about you or your name gets out, not if your son had a bad day or if he won his fencing duel.’’

Vincent drew his eyebrows, shifting his gaze to his son. ‘’Fencing? Xavier doesn’t do fencing.’’

‘’Yeah, I do,’’ Xavier replied. ‘’I told you in an email two years ago, but you probably had your assistant read it for you like you do with all of my emails.’’

‘’I don’t—’’

‘’Yes, you do!’’

A few heads in the quad had looked up at the loudness of Xavier's tone, catching their attention.

Mr. Thorpe's jaw tensed, shooting a quick look beneath the balcony. ‘’Xavier, please lower your voice,’’ he hissed, more worried about the possible gossip than Xavier’s anger toward him. ‘’Have you been seeing Dr. Kinbott? I thought she was helping you with your anger issues. Do you want me to call her?’’

How dared he talk about Xavier anger issues? He wouldn't have anger issues if he wasn't such a shit father. Couldn’t he see that it was him who put him into this state?

‘’I...I think it’s better if we just don’t do this family thing today,’’ Xavier decided, his voice much calmer. ‘’I can’t spend more time in your presence.’’

‘’But I came all the way here?’’

Xavier shrugged, giving him a tight lipped smile. ‘’I’m sure you’ll find people to kiss your feet and flatter your ego. I’m done.’' he said before walking away, leaving you and his father behind.

''Xavier!'' Vincent called after his son, but Xavier didn't look back.

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Desperate times, desperate measures | ch. 6: And there was only one bed

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of child abuse (briefly), jake's parents are idiots, more people having ✨feelings✨, ONLY ONE BED, and well...surprise at the end hehe

A/N: changing the header until i decide what to do with the extra character that i have to eliminate and the one i have to add lol

It's okay if you like it and all, but please... a comment is also welcomed and if you reblog it? I'll kiss you on the forehead.

If you want to be added, comment down!

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It’s only been a few hours, and you are tired of the Seresins already. Not Jake, of course. Just his parents. 

Olivia has a natural talent for saying the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times. She has said three times already that it is a pity that her first granddaughter is not really her granddaughter. The first time Olivia pronounced those words, you and Jake exchanged glances, silently telling each other not to give it any importance. The second time, Jake has to stop you from saying something. And the third time, Jake walks out of the room, not wanting to start an argument. 

The poor girl lost her parents only weeks ago; she needs love and not to be reminded of the lack of blood relation with her parents. Not that you care. You’ve come to terms with it. Emma is your daughter now. And that’s not going to change any time soon. 

Olivia and her pernicious comments aren’t your main concern. Joe is. 

True to his word, Jake hasn’t moved from your side all day. He had to admit that there’s something about the way his father looked at you that made him want to punch him. His father wasn’t really a good man, and Jake is repenting for suggesting that you come here. But he knows that if he wants to make everyone believe that his relationship with you is real, he has to start with the resident gossip girl: his mom. 

You two have been taking pictures here and there during the day, as well as pictures of Emma with a small calf. Those are going to be good for your Instagram posts. At least, something good came out of it. You got the pictures, the rumor is being spread all over town, and if someone wants to come and ask about Jake Seresin, the husband of the famous writer, they can tell the journalists how they came to see his parents not so long ago. 

Everything is going according to plan.

You’re holding Emma in your arms after dinner while Jake prepares her dinner. Joe is out, taking care of the cattle, and Olivia is resting in the living room. It's the first time in hours that you two have been left alone. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jake asks you while feeding his baby girl. 

"It's just…" You doubt for a second, not knowing if you should ask him about it. "Did he ever lay a hand on you?"

Jake’s hand stops mid air, looking at you. "You mean my old man?" 

"Yeah. He doesn't give me good vibes."

Jake frowns, silently wondering if he should tell you more about his family or not. He keeps feeding Emma until the little girl finishes. Then he holds her, patting her back until she burps. "He did. Once." 

Holy shit. You thought about it, and you were really sure that Joe has hurt Jake at least once, but hearing it from him is even worse. "Oh god, Jake. I'm so sorry." 

He waves it off, kissing Emma’s head. "It was so long ago…"

"How old were you?" 

"Six. He hit me so hard I had a black eye for a week." Jake chuckles a bit, but you don't find it funny. Not even an inch. 

"What did you do for him to react like that?" 

"I didn't close the fence, and some cows got away." He answers, shrugging his shoulders while sitting in one of the dark wooden chairs. "I deserved it, I guess."

You sit next to him, placing your hands on his cheeks, and focus your eyes on his green orbs. "A kid doesn't deserve to be punished in such a harsh way, Jake. There are other ways. You didn't deserve it." 

The look in his eyes tells you that he's been reminded of that event all his life, that he's been blamed for it. Probably he's been blamed for many other things that he doesn't want to share with you. Jake places his hand on your wrist, tilting his head to leave a soft kiss in the palm of your hand that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. "You're going to be a good mom." 

You smile, caressing his cheek. "And you'll be a good dad." 

"Well, at least I know how not to do it." He looks down, finding Emma fast asleep in his arms. "She's the sweetest baby." 

"Look at you—the same one that didn't want to call her daughter," you tease him, caressing Emma's chubby cheeks. 

"It still troubles me a bit, because saying she's my daughter reminds me that her father is dead." He confesses, getting up from the chair. 

"I get what you mean. But this is our new reality now,” you murmur, gathering the things used for Emma’s dinner and moving them to the sink to wash them when Olivia enters the kitchen with an empty glass of water. 

“Oh, no, no, dear. Let me do that for you. You two should get the little one in her bed,” she whispers, not wanting to wake up the baby. 

You look at Jake, biting your lip. “We didn’t go to the store to buy the travel crib.” 

Jake closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. “Fuck, I completely forgot.” 

Olivia places a hand on your arm, chuckling softly. “We still have the one we bought in the nursery.” 

“Oh yeah, the one that she put together when I was engaged.” Jake explains to you, his voice laced with bitterness. 

“Well, details aren’t important. The nursery is connected to your room, so it’s perfect!” 

She leads you down the hallway, noticing the lack of pictures of Jake and his family. Maybe they’re hanging somewhere else, but you’ve been pretty much in every space of the house and you haven’t seen a photo. You’re starting to believe that Jake’s past is harder than you thought. 

The nursery is very simple. White, empty, there are no toys. Just a crib and a rocking chair in the corner of the room, next to the big window with sheer white curtains. The sheets in the crib are new, and you wonder how long this small room has been waiting for someone to use it. 

“It’s not finished... but it can work for a few days.” Olivia says, and you feel a bit sad about her and her desires of being a grandma. 

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Olivia.”

“Oh, call me mom. Your bags are in the bedroom, and if you need anything, I’ll be in the living room for a few more hours. There’s this show I’m watching, and tonight is the season finale!” She says, really excited about her show. 

“Thanks mom,” Jake mutters, lying Emma on the small mattress, and kissing her head. “Good night, princess.” 

You would be lying if you said that watching him be all soft with Emma didn't ignite something in you. But things are complicated as they are. You yawn, suddenly aware of how tired you are, and Jake chuckles while approaching you. “Let’s get you to bed, darling.” 

You nod, wishing a good night to Olivia and watching her leave. You open the door, feeling the air leave your lungs when you realize that there is only one bed in the room. 

And you have to share it. 

“I should have thought about this.” Jake grunts, closing the door behind him to not disturb Emma. “Of course there was only going to be one bed; they think we’re married.”

“You know, I wrote this scene in one of my novels.” 

“And how did that end up?” 

You tilt your head, realizing how it wasn’t the best example. “They end up having sex for the first time.” 

“Yeah, not happening,” he huffs a laugh, sitting on the bed and looking up at you. “What now?” 

You look at the dozen different-shaped pillows in the bed, all of them in different shades of blue, matching the covers and the curtains. “Can we use the pillows and create a pillow wall?” 

“We can try.” 

You finish with a small place to lay, but with something to at least keep you two apart. After changing your clothes and slipping into your pajamas, you lay on your side of the bed, checking some emails that you have been receiving lately. One of them is from the director of the movie, insisting that you give him a final answer by the end of the week. You leave the phone on the bedside table without answering. 

Jake walks out of the bathroom, dressed only in gray sweatpants. It’s not the first time you have seen it while walking around shirtless, but it is the first time that he does it while you two have to share a bed. 

Is he really trying to get on your nerves?

You wish each other goodnight and close your eyes to fall asleep, mentally preparing yourself for the long day ahead of you tomorrow. 

But sleep doesn’t come. You can hear Jake toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. Thirty minutes later, tired of trying to fall asleep without avail, he sighs and lies on his back, looking at the ceiling. 

“Page, are you awake?” 

Should you answer? You have read, and written, enough novels to know that these situations are the ones that mess up arranged marriages. This is where people realize that they have feelings. 

You don’t want to explore those things, fearing that it’s already too late. 

“Yeah. I can’t sleep.” 

He sighs again, tossing one last time. “Me neither.” 

“Can I ask you a question?” you say, drumming your fingers against your belly. 

“Sure.” 

“Do you have siblings? Because I haven’t seen a picture of your family in the whole house.” 

Jake grabs the pillow next to your head and throws it to the floor, not wanting to have a conversation without looking at you. “I have three sisters. All older than me.” 

His answer surprises you. He never talks about them. “Do you have a good relationship with them?” 

“Yeah, kind of. We don’t text each other every day, but we’re close.” 

“Do they know about me and Emma?” 

“Yeah, well… They know the truth. I couldn’t lie to them.” 

“Don’t worry, Jake. We’re good as long as they keep the secret. How are they called?” 

“Lena, Andrea, and Nancy.” 

“Those are really cute names,” you say, turning on your side to face him. He’s looking at you, that much you can tell, but there’s not enough light in the room for you to read his eyes. 

“They’re really cute girls,” he confirms, getting rid of another pillow. “Are you going to accept the role?” 

“I don’t know,” you mutter, closing your eyes for a second. “I want to do it, but should I do it? I’ll have to travel a lot, and you’re going back to Top Gun soon…”

“That’s in two months, let’s worry about that when the time comes.” He grabs your hand, the one next to the pillow, and holds it tight. “The question is: what do you want to do?” 

You don’t have to think too much about it. “I want to do it.” 

“Then do it. We’ll be there for you.” He encourages you, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it for the second time in a few hours. You’re starting to enjoy that small action a little bit more than you should. 

“We?” 

“Me and Emma,” he replies, with a matter-of-fact tone in his voice. “We are your number 1 fans already.” 

“You haven’t seen me perform yet.” You giggle, feeling like you could get up from the bed in this instant and start interpreting one of Gabby’s characters. You have memorized her roles over the years. 

“I see you perform every day, when you fake that you don’t hate me.” This time, his voice doesn’t sound happy, and he doesn't seem to be joking. He sounds hurt over the fact that you hate him. 

“I don’t hate you, Jake.” 

Jake throws the last pillow, getting closer to you, the warm skin of his chest brushing your hand. You can smell the faint fragrance of his perfume mixed with his natural scent. “You do. You have hated me since the moment I knocked on your door all those years ago.” 

You shake your head, feeling goosebumps on your skin when his breathing caresses your cheek. “You’re wrong. I was just… mad.” 

His hand, the same one that had been holding yours, travels all the way to your cheek, his fingertips slowly tracing your arm. “You had every right to be mad.” 

“Oh, I did.” 

“But why were you mad, though?” You feel like he’s leaning closer, but you can’t tell for sure. 

“You never gave me a chance. You made that booty call in the car. Didn’t get to know me.” 

His nose touches yours, proving to you that he is indeed way closer than he was before. His voice is low and makes you shiver. He’s so close that you could kiss him if you wanted to. Why are you thinking about kissing him? 

“It was the only thing that came to mind. I had to be a dick.” He says, confessing a secret that he never thought he would confess. Not to you, at least. 

“Why?” 

“Darling, you were too good for me, and angels like you shouldn’t hang out with guys like me.” 

You’re afraid he can hear your beating heart. It’s pounding in your ears, deafening you with every beat. You want to lean in closer, close the gap that separates you, and give into that feeling that has been following you all day. Have you been blind all these years? Has he managed to make you swoon for him in only a month? 

“I waited.” 

Your words make Jake lean back a bit, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “What did you wait for?” 

“You. I waited for you to call back after the date.” 

His lips touch yours when Emma starts crying. Jake groans and gets up, turning on the light at his bedside and walking to the door that connects your room and the nursery. But he stops when his hand touches the knob. 

“Jake?” 

He turns around, crawling on your side of the bed, and kisses you, his hands moving to your neck to bring you closer. That kiss is nothing like you’ve experimented before. No one has ever kissed you like that. Passion. Need. Hunger. It makes you want more, it leaves you craving more when he pulls away. 

“I have to take care of Emma. Can you wait for me?” He whispers, his eyes traveling all over your face and pecking your lips when you nod. 

Once he leaves, you're left with a myriad of thoughts, not knowing if what you did was good or not. How did you just end up kissing Jake Seresin? This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t what you planned. You only had to be married for a year, and then he'd be gone. But what, now? Should you follow whatever this is that’s happening between the two? 

When Jake comes back after spending almost fifteen minutes calming Emma, you’re sound asleep. He smiles, hearing the cute and soft snores filling the room. He can’t wait to tease you about it in the morning. That’s if you can look at him in the face. Because Jake Seresin is sure about two things right now. 

One, he has feelings towards you; whatever they are, he wants to find out with you. 

And two, you’re going to regret this so much in the morning that he wouldn’t be surprised if you told him that it was a complete mistake and it shouldn’t happen anymore. 

He broke your heart once, and he feels that this time, it’s your turn to shatter his hopes in small pieces. 

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La Flamme de l'Amour - Chapter 1

Summary: In the glittering City of Light, Anita embarks on a journey of self-discovery and adventure. But fate has other plans when she meets Kylian, a man in a complicated relationship with Maria. Despite their attraction, they must keep their feelings hidden as they navigate a dangerous game of love and loyalty.

Anita walked through the door of her new apartment in Paris, taking in the empty space around her. She couldn't help but drop her bags on the floor as she stood there, staring at the place that would become her home for the next few months. The apartment was nothing like the one she had left back home. It was small, with a single bedroom and a tiny living room that barely had enough space for a sofa. But it was hers, and she was excited to make it her own.

As she looked around the apartment, Anita couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for her old life. She had left behind her family, friends, and everything that she had known to start a new life in a foreign country. But she knew that it was worth it. She was here to pursue her dreams of becoming a famous photographer, and she was determined to make the most of this opportunity. Her dad would’ve been so proud of her. Before he passed away, he knew Anita had the same passion for photography as he did and he always encouraged her to never pass on an opportunity to expand her career or her knowledge. And that’s what she did, that’s why she’s here. 

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.She opened the door and was greeted by a young woman with curly brown hair and bright green eyes.

"Bonjour!" the woman said cheerfully. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, but I noticed this suitcase outside your front door and I figured you left it there by accident.” Anita looked down at the suitcase and smiled.” Oh, thank you for letting me know. I just moved in today, I guess I got distracted”. The woman smiled at Anita and reached out her hand for Anita to shake.” No problem at all. I’m Maria, nice to meet you.” Anita shook her hand and smiled at her.“Nice to meet you too, Marie. I’m Anita. I guess you live here in the building too?”, she let go of her hand.

Maria shrugged her shoulders.” Um, kind of. My boyfriend lives here, so I’m around here most of the time.” “Oh, that’s great. I guess I’ll see you around often then.”

Maria smiled. "Yeah, I hope so. Well, I'll let you get back to unpacking. It was nice meeting you, Anita."

Anita bent down to grab her suitcase and lift it up.” Likewise, Maria. Have a nice day.” She watched Maria continue her way up the stairs as she closed her front door and went inside.

As the evening drew in and Anita continued to unpack, she found herself feeling a little homesick. She decided to make herself some pasta for dinner and put on some music from her record player, which she had brought with her from home. As the music played softly in the background, she sat down to enjoy her meal and take in her new surroundings.

As she ate, Anita couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and familiarity from the music playing on the record player. It reminded her of her dad, who had passed away a few years ago. He had been a huge music lover and had instilled that love in her from a young age.

Even though Anita didn’t want to admit it, one of the reasons she left home was her dad. Everything reminded her of him, even a simple joke someone would say reminded her of when her dad told it to her. She wanted to bring her best friend wit her but she had other plans. Anita knew she couldn’t condition people to match her lifestyle, so she didn’t take it personally.

She placed her plate on the kitchen counter and made her way to the mattress she laid on the floor as a temporary solution until she got some new furniture. As she settled in for the night, Anita opened her laptop to start searching for job opportunities in Paris. She had always dreamed of being a photographer, and she knew that Paris was a big opportunity for her to succeed. She had her own clients she unfortunately had to let go by moving here, so she was officially unemployed.

After going through a list of job postings that require a lot of qualities, disappointment washed over her and she decided to call it a night. She put the laptop shut on the floor and drifted to sleep.

Anita woke up early the next morning to the sounds of the city outside her balcony. She smiled to herself, feeling grateful for the opportunity to live in such a vibrant and exciting place.

After taking a quick shower, Anita decided to go out and explore the city. She had heard so much about the famous Parisian cafes and restaurants, and she couldn't wait to try them out for herself.

She wore some proper clothes for the Paris weather and made sure to bring her camera with her and capture some amazing photos of Paris. She exited her apartment and made her way to the elevator, pressing the button. The door opened revealing a guy coming down from the other top floors in the building. She gave him a small smile and entered the elevator. The guy seemed so attractive, he wore a white shirt and gray sweatpants, carrying a small pouch under his arm. He looked at Anita and smiled.” Hi, you must be new. I haven't seen you here before.” Anita turned to face him and smiled.”Yeah, I moved in yesterday. I’m Anita.” “Nice to meet you Anita, I’m Kylian. I live in the penthouse of the building.”

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I just read Legoland and I decided to compile some helpful tidbits about Penny's character, for all your fanfic writer needs!

If you want to write RTC fanfic using her canon personality and backstory, this is the place for you. I apologize if someone has done something similar!

•Let's start with her basic introduction in the play;

"PENNY is a young woman wearing French braids and a private school uniform; she has a bright smile." "PENNY: Hello. My name is Penny Lamb, and I am an aspiring animal conservationist." "PENNY speaks at an incredible speed, being an immensely nervous and self-conscious teenager. She literally trips over her words -- a volcano of passion and eloquence."

Now I'll give you some backstory and character info without getting into Legoland's plot. This is so people who don't have an interest in the story itself can still grasp the basics of Penny's character.

Both Penny and her little brother (Ezra) were homeschooled. They grew up on the Elysium Community Farm, just outside of Uranium City.

When Penny turned 13, she was already getting "itchy" to see the outside world (kids were not allowed to leave Elysium until they turned 16). She thought she knew what to expect after reading 'Anne of Green Gables'.

The Lambs snuck out to a Walmart and found out it was very different from what they thought it would be. They tried to strike up conversations with people but everyone seemed weirded out by them (they snuck out several times to try and "strike up friendly chats")

Eventually the manager called the police who drove them home. That's when "all that trouble happened"

Penny's parents got 15 years in prison for cultivation and trafficking of narcotics. Her and Erza were sent to Saint Cassian Catholic School (which as I'm sure you all know is the same school that the choir members attend, obviously, since Uranium City isn't big enough to have more than one school). It is stated to be a boarding school in this so that's some extra lore for us I guess.

"PENNY: The instant I see the boys staring at me like gaping fish with their heads cut off… and the girls looking at me with those Queen of England smiles… Oh, little Penny wasn’t in Kansas anymore… Uh-uh… I was sent to the charred black bowels of everlasting Hell!"

Despite her homeschooling education Penny is actually very smart, but the values taught to her don't really go over well with a catholic school system. She also likes to use 'big words'.

Penny gets sent to the school psychiatrist, and allegedly diagnosed as Bipolar and manic depressive (to me it seemed implied that the psychiatrist was a crook, but maybe I'm reading too much into it. Do with this information what you will).

She does go through a depressive episode though, or what sure looks like one; "PENNY: Like, sleeping in my room all day… tearing my hair and throwing up, kind of suicidal and depressed and everything… So, one day a bunch of girls were setting fire to my school bag -- second time that week -- and I wasn’t even crying anymore… because, you get to a point… when you’re waaaay beyond crying."

Penny can play the ukulele and she also composes songs (or, she writes at least one during the play, but y'know)

She seems to be very against cussing, just as much as Ocean is, and reprimands Ezra whenever he cusses throughout the play.

Penny is a pescetarian.

She goes on this insane cross-country trip with her brother to the US, and whenever they get to a new state she always recites how many endangered species they have there. I just thought this was cute, and very Jane-like.

So yeah, without getting too much into it, Penny throws hot coffee on this guy and uhhh, bites him? Apparently? The assault charges get dropped and she gets extradited back to Canada, but the story was leaked to the media and she was famous for a little bit.

The way Penny and Ezra got money to travel to the US in the first place was by selling his ADHD prescription meds, so she goes to trial for drug dealing, and gets probation (they don't specify how long she's on probation for in the play).

At the very end of the script, Penny states she'd like to say something about true love. I wanted to include part of what she said because it's quite lovely (and oh y'all can make so much fanfic with this); "In a world where we are ultimately alone, and die in our own arms, love is the closest you come to another person… because it is the closest you come to being another person. So be very careful what you love."

*this quote is apparently also in some versions of rtc, I assume as an easter egg of sorts.

Sorry this is so long. I love Penny Lamb a lot and I also think she's insane <3

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

the Toyota Yaris is my babygirl... (I have a 2002 one which I named Tilly)

can I learn some more about my car maybe?

Call yourself Dr. Pepper because you can!

I have made a helpful diagram to illustrate.

Very happy someone asked about the car me dad was gonna buy, so I get to show its funky optical-illusion digidash that, through some magic I must say still eludes me, is made to look a lot further than it is so your eyes don't have to refocus to glance at it.

And I know what you're thinking - "Wow, digidashes are so cool, if only there was a website that collected them all" and my dear where do you think I got this image from? ;) But there's another cool thing about this image, speaking of it - what's with the coordinates in the lower display? Well it turns out that's why that button at the bottom right says "NAVI" above it - for the low low price of an absolute fucking fortune that it seems no one was willing to pay you could get your Yaris fitted with a little underseat satellite navigation unit that fed off map CDs (because people who say things were better back in the day just don't remember the details that well) and gave you directions in return!

"But wait", I hope and pray you're thinking so I get to do the reveal, "where's the screen then?" Well it's right there! What more screen do you need to be given a turn and a distance?

And that's not even all the cool tech that the Yaris ever got! In 2004, they made a special version called "Yaris Blue", available in blue, blue and blue, which offered steering wheel controls and what color was that tooth again ah right Bluetooth!

Hm. I wonder what website this image came from. Guess we'll never know. Anyway, imagine life in 2004 with a decked out Yaris: electric windows, a sunroof, Bluetooth and satnav, a wicked digidash... what else did you need? Hell, what else do you need today? Maybe a bit of space, but that was taken care of by the Yaris Verso that was introduced alongside it a couple years later! It married Toyota reliability and quality with a surprisingly spacious mini-MPV body style, with the only problem of being phantasmagorically ugly.

yeah. I don't think even in Japan you couldn't find one that looks decent.

Hm. I'm gonna need to sample the public on this one, but the fact that they call it Fun Cargo there may risk swaying me over.

They also did other fun things with the Mk1 Yaris in Japan, like calling it Vitz, giving it a turbo version because of COURSE, and making it one of Gran Turismo's most famous surprise win cars. You know how Gran Turismo has made many people, including some of y'all, fall in love with some cars? Yeah. I suspect it's done the opposite here. It is worth noting, here, that Gran Turismo random car prizes were not influenced by what cars you already had. Do you see where I am going with this.

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

[blazingstaro]

MAN you got me thinking about Eave (I love her 4 wings btw!), but all the questions I want to ask about her story probably go into spoilers territory, so instead… another free ask about her daughter and her daughter’s parents?

AAA THANK YOU! I'm glad!! Auughhh I've always loved her 4 wings. She's such a pretty lady. And hey— you never know unless you try, but sure I can tell you about her daughter and fam!

You may have guessed, as many have, but Eave's baby girl is Twyla! She's undergoing a little bit of a design update as well, but here's my latest iteration from last year:

Her father and stepmother belong to my sister, @starlightfyre! Zeelo and Amani Zeidric are her current guardians and caretakers!

Yes, that's right— she's a Zeidric, and I've hinted it from the very beginning in DotS' original Episode one! Right here was my first clue (old art jumpscare):

Second were three different hints here in Episode 2:

First set of panels— that's a very subtle one and wasn't really intended to be obvious; however that's something Zeelo's known to say often! The second panel also has Zeelo's distinct green eye color as another subtle reference. There's many instances where I used Eave or Zeelo's eye colors, or maybe both, as a hint towards her relations to the two.

Additionally, Twyla has a magic version of Zeelo's signature pistol here, her hair is styled similarly to his, as well her gloves had changed shape to emulate his style! Additionally, they're both holding a pistol with their left hand— Twyla is mirroring that poster in the background!

You can see she has her mother's cream-colored wings. She's very much the spitting image of Eave

SO YEAH— I'm revealing this here because in DotS' rewrite, this information is in the open. How she arrives in her father's care, however, will remain a surprise, hehehe!

That's just a glimpse of how deep and subtle my foreshadowing can get :3c

But some info on Twyla— her personality's had a bit of a shift because of these changes, thanks to the direct influence of her father and stepmother. She'll still have plenty of sass, but she's going to be much more brave and have much less Trauma™. Much more outgoing and confident in herself!

However she's also aware of her lineage, and as the youngest in her family, believes she has the biggest shoes to fill. She constantly strives to prove herself worthy of her family name on both sides. The challenges of being the child of not one but two famous heroes. She has her mother's legacy to uphold as well, as her only heir and survivor of their bloodline

Although— this pressure is self-afflicted. Zeelo and Amani are already proud of her as she is! They have no expectations of her beyond just being herself, and enjoying her peaceful childhood 💜

[quietbluejay]

Angel Exterminatus Take 2 #14

this time: who even knows man

it's a terrible evening here but i stay silly and more importantly, so does McNeill via chocolate eclair man

meanwhile, outside julius has discovered that it's very sexy to shed his blood on the soil of the planet

so it's time to kill other ECs to water the ground with blood as you do the iron warriors meanwhile

as the EC start killing each other

another arm grab! take a shot!

yes i figured it out part of why perturabo wants fulgrim to go through with it is he wants to call him out! he wants catharsis

"the power of the Angel Exterminatus lies at the heart of the world, but it will take the two of us together to unlock it" lol lmao

"no more lies, brother, now that we are so close to victory" lmao

of course what did we expect

TemplarWarden:"No I refuse to character develop! Stop throwing lesson at me! You can't make me!" TemplarWarden: Gotta get an extra dose of hypocrisy in with his terrible decision making.

meanwhile outside, Forrix stares in horror as the EC kill each other

TemplarWarden: And yet somehow the Emperor’s Children still exist in 40k

somehow…they keep going Forrix is going to go and find out why

Forrix goes down, walking on the dead bodies, to go talk to Julius

and that's the cue for the wraithknights to wake up

so the mystery green light is revealed to be coming from the depths

there's also a whole bunch of paths

Fulgrim: look, i can actually be smart too

lmao it is ready

why did you say that why DID i say that

also finally someone recognizes the genre shift from gritty war drama or whatever to horror

TemplarWarden: I'm glad their helmets emote.

Falk takes a moment because he saw THE SKULL again, but, he's cool, he's chill, let's go

however…they are not alone

Perturabo yells for Fulgrim but he's vanished, lmao

back outside, Forrix and Julius fight together against the Wraithknights or wraithwhatevers

Sky: Psychomatons, maybe?

you know what psychomatons probably makes a bit more sense i'll allow it

i guess they don't make space marine helmets vomit-proof i feel like that's a design flaw

things aren't going well for the Iron Warriors

back with Perturabo the EC are whipping their mortal followers and he's like, okay, weird

:) :) :)

TemplarWarden: … Perturabo the dog with the brain of an orange cat Bluejay: i will make you tumblr famous for that comment Bluejay: at least among the Perturabo enjoyers Checkerheart: How many of those are there on Tumblr Bluejay: dozens of us

in the book, perturabo rallies all the iron warriors with the litany of iron and they fight the eldar constructs the wraith-whatever-they-ares meanwhile the EC are protecting their mortals, which puzzles perturabo

do you do you want to know what his plan is

he's going to go down into the depths alone also you see how it was a super unsatisfying ending to not kill perturabo, right? you see it already at this point, right?

har har har back on the surface, it's Toramino POV. As you might expect, he got Forrix's call for help, but is pretending he did not hear it it's the best possible time to launch a coup! and now for Perturabo's descent into the underworld

it's also very clear to him that this was not meant for humans because Perturabo's a primarch, he's got perception abilities beyond normal humans (no jokes, please, they just make themselves) because the ghosts can sense this, they're desperate to talk to him

i don't remember at which point i started actively rooting for him to get killed, originally, it was definitely before this though

this was, iirc the part where someone called him a stupid twink

TemplarWarden: Yeah that last line is pristine if he then goes to die. But hey, learning from mistakes is for chumps who make mistakes.

perturabo keeps going down

im getting a headache, bro

[maggie-004]

(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 4

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: After Jenna stays at y/n's apartment, they bond over music, and y/n offers to teach Jenna DJing. Later, Jenna surprises y/n by suggesting she join the cast of the upcoming movie as a set nurse and audition for a role, leading to a heartfelt moment of gratitude between them.

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“Uhm y/n, can you spare me some comfortable clothes? My suitcase is with my driver and I just got a message that he’s in Munich to get the rest of the cast tomorrow.” Jenna asked me. “Yeah sure, no problem, come  with me” We got up from the couch in my living room an went into my room. I opened up my walk-in closet. “Feel free to chose whatever you’d like to wear” My closet is very basic, mostly consisting of Black and white. There are a handful of light blue, grey and beige pieces. “You have such a cool style, I love it. Oversized tomboy style, That’s literally my streetstyle I swear.” Jenna said. She took out my favorite shirt, it’s a beige shirt from the collection of RevedTV, Antonia, it has like a dark green angry cartoon computer as motive with the inscription `Tonis Computer club` and she took the matching black RVD (Reved’s brand) sweatpants. “those are literary two of my favorite pieces they are from my Best friends collection, Antonia, you remember, I told you earlier about her. She sent me literally everything out of her store five times, so my closet is mostly her brand” I explained laughing because I remembered when I got that huge ass package without knowing what is inside. “Oh she has her own brand? That’s so cool, so she’s like famous right?” Jenna asked me. “Well not famous like you, but like famous in all the German speaking countries. She is indeed the first female streamer in Germany who reached a million subs on twitch”, “Woah that’s really cool, are you on twitch aswell?” Jenna asked me. “Yeah but I’m not that active there, I have 900k subs but I only stream twice a week. Mostly I do late night sets with Toni.” I explained. “That’s so cool tell me your artist name I want to follow you”,  “Okay my artist name is on all the platforms the same it’s DJ  y/A/n. I know not very creative to put a DJ before it but well.” I said. “Oh wanna know something cool?” “First of all I don’t think it’s stupid, everyone knows by looking at your name that you’re a DJ and yeah sure tell me.” Jenna smiled. “I got booked for next Coachella festival next year, it’s my first live performance” I happily said. “Oh my got that’s so cool, I am there next year as well. I’ll be there with my sisters.” “Oh that’s so cool, so we’ll meet again. Amazing but hey do you wanna get changed and come to the balcony afterwards I’m heading out for a smoke. I suppose you don’t smoke right” I said suddenly feeling the need of a cigarette. “We are honest with each other, aren’t we.” Jenna asked. ”Yes of course, why”, “I do smoke sometimes, but this can’t get any attention by the press.” Jenna said all serious. “yeah no of course not, everything that happens here stays here, promised”. “All right thank you, well don’t you wanna change in more comfortable clothes, I don’t mind you staying here while I change, we’re both women”. “Yeah you’re right.” I grabbed some RVD sweat shorts and a black RVD shirt. When I took off my shirt I could swear I saw Jenna glancing over form the side of my eye. But again I could just imagined it. But I’ll be honest I took a few glances at her as well. I hope she didn’t noticed. When I was done changing I threw myself on the bed, not facing Jenna because I got red as a tomato. I can’t help it, she is fucking gorgeous, who wouldn’t have a slight crush on her?

-Jenna’s view-

I swear she was glancing over at me, but touché I guess. I sure glanced at her a few time myself. I can’t help it, this women is way to stunning. I hope I don’t fall to bad for her, because to be honest, I would lie if I’d say I don’t have a little crush on her. I finally was changed and laid down next to y/n. “So you’ll teach me a few DJing things later? You know I really love music, and Daft Punk, oh my god they have my heart.”, “Yeah sure if you’re still up for it, why not and I love Daft     Punk as well they are just amazing.”

-y/n view-

That’s when Jenna’s phone rang. “Oh sorry I got to take this, It’s Tim Burton.” She explained. I gave her a thumbs up and went out to my balcony. On my way there I grabbed my headphones an blasted music on them. Well long story short, One cigarette turned into three, and Jenna taped me on the shoulder 20 minutes later. I know normal people would flinch if someone taps them on the shoulder, when you can’t hear them, but I’m not easy to scare. “Well hello there, you want one?” I asked her while holding out my pack. “Sure thanks” she said and light her cigarette. She sat down next to me and started to say “well I just had a talk with Tim, the director of Wednesday, and well, you can say no if you want to but I suggested to bring you with me to Romania in two weeks as a set nurse… and I also mention that you always wanted to be an actress. We still have an open spot for a role that matches your description like 99%, so if you want we could record a casting scene later. Because Tim said that it would be perfect. Of course only if you want to”. Wow what the hell is going on. “Oh my god, that.. would be amazing. The part as the nurse I would love to take, and I also would love to audition. Wow thank you Jenna. That’s amazing and perfect timing. I have my graduation next week. Thank you Oh my god. Wow. Honestly I don’t know what to say” I just hugged Jenna. My good karma is still on track. I’m so glad I helped her earlier. “thank you” I mumbled into her shoulder.

A/N: So another part, let’s see how this goes on. This isn't proof read yet. FYI English is not my first language. I still hope you like it. :)

[anywaymuahahahaha]

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Chapter Three: Snack Run! 🍎

Heading towards the village on Kirby’s behalf, Magolor and Elfilin flew across Dream Land together. They sped through the green valleys and over the prairies. After a while they came to a stop for a brief moment. From where they were, everything in Dream Land was perfectly visible. Elfilin was in pure astonishment. Magolor smiled and nodded.

“Isn’t it amazing?”

“It sure is!”

“I travel a lot…but this is my home now. It’s my favorite in the whole universe!”

Magolor pointed towards an open field in the distance.

“See that? That’s where Kirby and I first met! He was so quick to help me when I was in trouble!”

“You were in trouble?”

“That’s right. Kirby saved me from a terrible fate…Things got…a little hectic…I thought I was a goner for sure! But that’s a story for another day!” Magolor said with a laugh.

“You know…Kirby saved me once. A couple times actually! He’s so brave! I don’t know what I’d have done without him.”

“Yeah, he really is the best isn’t he? He’s one of the very few people who gave me a second chance.”

“A second chance?”

“Yeah…You see, Little Dude…some folks around here…aren’t quite as welcoming to me as Kirby has been…I guess I didn't really make a good first impression when I first arrived here in Dream Land...”

“Really!?…What happened?”

“Well…let’s just say…” Magolor appeared uncomfortable about the subject. He grew silent and then laughed nervously.

“You know what?…how about I tell you all about that later! Right now, we need to focus on getting that fruit for Kirby!” Magolor floated overhead and surveyed the village.

“Follow me, Little Dude!” They both took off fast through the fields of Dream Land. Magolor showed Elfilin around the Whispy Woods, showed him the Float Islands down by the oceans, and took him through the famous Bubbly Clouds. Elfilin was taken aback by the splendor of it all.

“Wow…everything here is so beautiful!” he said.

“I couldn’t agree more! I can definitely see why Kirby loves this place so much.” Magolor looked around and nodded. He pointed towards an area below and smiled.

“There’s our stop, Little Dude. You’ll love this place! It’s the real deal!” Magolor lead Elfilin towards what appeared to be a small outdoor kiosk selling various fruits and vegetables. There were crates of fruit for sale everywhere. Oranges, bananas, peaches, and plenty of apples, which Kirby specifically requested.

“If you want the best fruit Dream Land has to offer this is the place to go!” Magolor and Elfilin began browsing the vast selection. The shopkeeper in charge noticed Magolor and his expression soured.

“Oh, no! Not you again!” He said stomping towards them.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Magolor, you are not allowed at my shop!”

He flailed his arms at Magolor in an attempt to shoo him away. Elfilin backed away nervously.

“Yo, relax! I’ll have you know, I’m here on official Dream Land business!” Magolor exclaimed proudly.

“You were sent by the King!?”

“Nope, even better! I’ve been sent by Kirby himself!”

“Kirby sent you?…I’ll never understand why he chooses to associate with someone like you!”

“Kirby and I are best friends as a matter of fact! I’m actually here to pick up some fruit for him! So…what do ya got today?”

“Nothing for you! Beat it!” The shopkeeper yelled angrily. Elfilin scurried to over to Magolor’s side.

“Magolor, maybe we should go…” he tried to pull him away but Magolor was undeterred.

“Don’t worry, Little Dude, I’ll handle this.” Elfilin stood back and watched as Magolor boldly approached the shopkeeper.

"After everything Kirby has done for the people of this country, why would you deny him the delicious food he craves?"

"If Kirby needs fruit, he can come here and get it himself, just like he does every day! Why would he send someone like you here! Doesn’t he know you’re banned?!” The shopkeeper then pointed to a placard displayed near the front of the shop. It said DO NOT ALLOW ON PREMISES above a crude picture of Magolor. He glared at the unflattering depiction of himself and sighed deeply. He turned away from the shopkeeper and spoke softly.

“Well…I promised Kirby I wouldn’t say anything but…” Magolor picked up an apple and clutched it tightly.

“Truth be told….Kirby is….dying!” Magolor said dramatically throwing his arms in the air.

“D-dying!?” The shopkeeper exclaimed.

“That’s right! Kirby is deathly ill. Why, he’s bedridden even as we speak.”

“But…he was just here yesterday! He looked fine to me!”

“Oh, he took a turn for the worst this morning! It breaks my heart to see him in such a state. I’ve actually been staying with him and taking care of him during his time of need. It’s not easy but…that’s what friends are for!” Magolor said with a determined expression on his face. Elfilin stood by watching with a puzzled look on his face.

….Kirby isn’t sick? Why is Magolor lying about something like this?…

Magolor continued his dramatics.

“Why, just this morning, when he finally mustered enough strength to speak…he took my hand…”

Magolor then dramatically took the shopkeepers hand in his own.

“He looked at me with those big, blue eyes…He said…Magolor…my dearest friend…you’ve taken such good care of me! The only thing that can save me now is a delicious piece of fruit! A red, juicy apple! Then, and only then will I have the strength to carry on! Please, Magolor…do me this favor…my closest friend…” Magolor began to choke back tears. The shopkeeper rolled his eyes.

“Oh, cut it out, Magolor! I’m not buying your fake story or your fake tears!”

Magolor clenched his fists in anger.

“I wouldn’t lie about something like this!” He then turned to Elfilin.

“You’ll back me up, right Little Dude?”

Elfilin was caught off guard by Magolors sudden interjection.

“Oh…well…um…” Elfilin nervously approached the two of them. He nodded at the shopkeeper with a smile.

“Hello sir, my name is Elfilin! I’m also Kirby’s best-…I’m one of Kirby’s friends! Magolor is, uh…” he glanced over at Magolor’s who was giving him a desperate expression.

“He’s telling the truth!…Kirby is..he’s very sick! He asked us to come here and get him some fruit! He’s really looking forward to it!” The shopkeeper looked bewildered at Elfilin.

"Is he really telling the truth? Kirby is seriously ill?" Elfilin returned his gaze to Magolor, who nodded with tears in his eyes.

“…Yes.” Elfilin looked down sadly.

“Well…I am very sorry to hear what has become of Kirby! Does the King know about this?!” The shopkeeper asked.

Elfilin glanced to Magolor for direction once again, and he promptly nodded his head "yes."

“…Yeah…he knows…in fact..” Magolor gestured for Elfilin to continue his story.

“In fact the King has already visited Kirby and sent his best wishes!” Magolor smiled as he gave Elfilin a thumbs up. Elfilin returned the smile before soon returning to his solemn demeanor.

“Well…then by all means, please take what you’ll need. However…I’ll only serve you-Not him!” The shopkeeper angrily pointed at Magolor who appeared to be putting eye-drops in his eyes in order to mimic crying. He then dropped the bottle and attempted to act like he didn’t see it.

“Go stand over there!” He said shooing Magolor aside. He angrily rolled his eyes and backed away from the kiosk leaving Elfilin make the purchase himself.

“Oh, dear. Poor, Kirby…” the shopkeeper began as he handed Elfilin a large sack.

“I’ll have to come visit him tonight and send him my wishes.”

“That won’t be necessary!” Magolor shouted from afar. “As Kirby’s caretaker I’m allowing only close family and friends and I’m sorry to say you don’t make the cut!”

The shopkeeper scowled at Magolor but ignored him as Elfilin filled his bag full of all kinds of different fruits.

Look how delicious everything here looks! Kirby’s sure gonna love all this!

Elfilin filled his sack to the brim and waved to the shopkeeper and smiled happily.

“Thank you so much! Kirby is gonna be so happy!” Elfilin turned away to leave but the shopkeeper stopped him.

“Woah there, young man!…You can’t just take all that for free! Here’s your bill!” He handed Elfilin a small receipt. He took it and and looked up at him sadly.

“…A bill?…But I…I don’t have any money!” Elfilin said. The shopkeeper nodded his head slowly and took the sack of fruit away from Elfilin. Magolor glanced over with discontent.

“I’m sorry, young man. But if you don’t have any money you’re gonna have to put all this back…”

Magolor grew furious as the shopkeeper took away Elfilin’s fruit.

Who does this jerk think he think he is? After everything Kirby has done for the people of this country?…

Elfilin panicked as he sought to come up with a solution.

“But…what about Kirby!” He exclaimed loudly.

“Don’t you care that he’s sick? You wouldn’t deprive Kirby of food over something as silly as money would you?”

“Alright, I tell you what…” the shopkeeper handed Elfilin one single red apple.

“Kirby can have this apple for free. That’s all I’m willing to give you! Look, I’m sorry to hear about Kirby not feeling well. But this is a business! I can’t give someone as gluttonous as Kirby free fruit! The guy’s great and all- but I just can’t afford it! I’m confident he’ll pull through. He always does!”

Magolor began to tremble with anger.

ONE APPLE!?!…Thats the best he can do for someone as important as Kirby!?…and on his death bed no less!…

He clenched his fists and scowled angrily at the shopkeeper.

Perhaps this moron should be taught a lesson…

Elfilin was well aware of Kirby's voracious appetite, and one apple wouldn’t be enough for him. Not by a long shot. Not to mention Bandana Waddle Dee as well. He couldn’t come back to them empty handed like this.

“Magolor…what should I do?” He whispered over to Magolor but to Elfilins surprise he was gone.

“Magolor?…” he looked around desperately but it appeared that Magolor had vanished completely.

Elfilin felt the ground begin to shake. He could hear gasps coming from behind him. The shopkeeper and Elfilin both turned around to see all of the shop's fruit crates were floating in the air.

“Wha?!…What is the meaning of this!?” The shopkeeper exclaimed. He looked up and saw a black hole above his shop was beginning to suck up all of the fruit and sending everything else flying all over the place. Elfilin froze in panic.

Woah, is that a black hole!? Where did that come from!?

Elfilin began to panic as he frantically searched for Magolor.

“Magolor!?! Where are you!?” He yelled over the chaos. Fruit was being flung everywhere, and the sky darkened to the point that it appeared that Dream Land was about to be hit by a devastating storm. Elfilin froze in fear as this storm reminded him of that terrifying moment he nearly watched two planets collide. Citizens who were out and about began to panic as it appeared Dream Land was now under attack.

What am I gonna do!?…Did that black hole suck up Magolor somehow and take him away!? Oh, no!…This is terrible!…

Just as Elfilin began to panic over what happened to Magolor, he suddenly appeared right next to him holding a large sack stuffed full of fruit. He then handed Elfilin an empty one. Magolor wasn’t phased one bit by the turmoil going on around them. In fact, he almost seemed amused by it.

“Here, Little Dude!” He whispered as he gently nudged Elfilin towards a pile of displaced fruit on the ground.

“Magolor! You’re okay!! Hey, did you see that black hole back there?! What should we do!?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that! Just grab some fruit and let’s go!” Magolor said anxiously.

Elfilin gave him a worried glance.

“You want me to…steal this?”

“It’s not stealing! It’s for a good cause! Besides, that ingrate tried to charge someone like Kirby money when Kirby deserves to have anything he desires for free! Wouldn’t you agree, Little Dude?”

“Magolor, I don’t know…Stealing?…“ Elfilin looked down nervously.

“He won’t even notice we took anything! As you can see, he seems to have his hands full at the moment…” Magolor motioned to the shopkeeper, who was busy picking up all the fruit and vegetables that had fallen all over the place. He was paying no attention to Magolor and Elfilin.

“Magolor…I don’t think I can do this…”

“Hurry, Little Dude! Kirby’s waiting! We can’t let him down, can we!?” Magolors eyes shined bright as he leaned in closer to Elfilin’s face.

“He won’t be mad! I promise!” Magolor winked at him. Elfilin peered deep into his eyes and sensed some kind of sincerity in them. He knew Magolor's heart was in the right place, but this didn’t feel like the right way to convey it…

“After all” Magolor continued, “We didn't cause that mysterious black hole to appear! Yikes, what a freak accident! We should return to Kirby’s house fast before something like that happens again! Here…I’ll help you fill this sack!” Magolor snatched the sack Elfilin was holding and quickly loaded it with as much fruit as the bag could handle. He handed it back to Elfilin and smiled happily. It was so heavy that Elfilin struggled to take hold of it.

“I think Kirby will be very pleased!” Magolor said with a nod.

"Hey, you two!" The shopkeeper and other nearby residents became aware of the two of them attempting to flee with the stolen fruit.

Magolor took Elfilin by the hand and quickly sped off with the sacks of fruit in tow. The shopkeeper chased after them swinging his fists angrily in the air.

“CURSE YOU, MAGOLORRRRR!!!” He yelled.

Magolor stopped for a brief moment and turned to laugh at the shopkeeper’s tantrum.

“Thank you for the fruit! Kirby sends his regards!” He waved and then quickly sped off once again.

Elfilin and Magolor both flew as fast as they could through Dream Land. Magolor moved quickly, but Elfilin was able to keep up. They drove further and further away from the village, eventually coming to a halt to collect their breath. Magolor smiled at Elfilin who seemed to be slightly distraught from the ordeal.

“Nice job back there, Little Dude!” Magolor said as he pat Elfilin on the head.

“Look at all this delicious fruit! I sure hope you’re hungry!” Magolor giggled as he rummaged through his ill-gotten gains.

Elfilin sighed, regretfully looking down at the sack of stolen fruit.

“What’s the problem?…Aren’t you excited about all these goodies we managed to snag?”

“Well…I guess…it’s just that…”

“The audacity of that jerk…to charge Kirby for fruit…has he forgotten what Kirby has done for the people this land?! Without Kirby there would be no fruit to sell! It wasn’t ideal…but it had to be done! Maybe next time he won’t be so foolish…” Magolor said snickering.

"What a mess that thing caused...” Elfilin was still very concerned about the sudden black hole that appeared earlier. “Should we go back and help that guy?” He said staring anxiously behind them.

“And keep Kirby waiting?!” Magolor exclaimed with a gasp.

"We're already taking much longer than I expected! Thanks to that ungrateful moron running that fruit stand, Kirby could be suffering from starvation already!" He said while feverishly pacing about.

"Should we tell Kirby about that black hole we saw, Magolor? Maybe he’ll know where it came from!”

“NO!-I mean…We don’t need to get Kirby concerned with something so trivial when he’s trying to relax and enjoy himself with his friends!”

“But that black hole-“

“Little Dude…trust me. I live here. I see things like this all the time. That black hole you saw back there? That was nothing…Folks around here are numb to it at this point.”

“Numb to it? Really?” Elfilin said a bit surprised.

“Oh, sure…and that was just a little one, too! It’s nothing these folks haven’t seen before! Believe me, Little Dude, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Magolor gave Elfilin a comforting nod. Something about the way Magolor looked at him made him feel like everything was going to be all right. The way he handled such a frightening situation with such quick thinking. He admired that Magolor seemed to always have Kirby’s best interests at heart. He could clearly see he cared a lot about Kirby. But…he couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to Magolor than he was leading on. He suspected that Magolor may be keeping something a secret…something…dark. Could it be the circumstances surrounding his meeting with Kirby? When that was brought up earlier, he did become rather quiet...and Bandana Waddle Dee has made several remarks about Magolor’s character as well as not seeming to get along with him…What was Magolor trying to hide? Elfilin was determined to find out.

“So what do you say, Little Dude. Ready to head back?” Magolor said with a smile.

Elfilin nodded, gripping the fruit sack tightly.

“I’m right behind you, Magolor!”

“I’m gonna go even faster this time! Think you can handle it?” Magolor said with a sly grin.

“I can show you some of my cool moves!” Magolor said as he twirled about.

“I can handle it! In fact…” Elfilin laughed and then quickly sped off leaving Magolor behind.

Magolor gasped as he watched Elfilin fly off without him. Elfilin giggled as he flew as fast as he could towards Kirby’s house. Magolor sped past him not too long after. He quickly surpassed Elfilin who in turn used all his energy to catch back up with Magolor. He finally caught back up with him and they flew side by side down the fields of the countryside. Elfilin cast a glance over to Magolor, who was staring straight ahead. He then noticed Elfilin watching him. He winked at him and took his hand. Magolor then sped up significantly the two of them began to their journey back to Kirby’s house with their newly acquired fruit.

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[next chapter] (COMING SOON)

[akihabara-division03]

Happy 2 years to the cyber team of Akihabara Pixel Syndicate! Here’s to many more years! To celebrate it seems like they got a few gifts! 

To Anika from Kaoru - A silly meme shirt with a possum on it and a light green Polaroid camera.

“Happy Anniversary Hypno Girl! Just a little something to treasure the moments with those that matter!” 

To Shian from Lyall - A set of red leather handcuffs and a bar of aphrodisiac-laced chocolate. 

“Happy Anniversary Shian! I’m sure you can put these to good use for a good time. I know you’ll make someone very happy with it.” - Lyall 

To Makina from Kaoru - An oversized Kuromi hoodie and a set of shoes themed after a famous mecha anime series. 

“Screen Shot! Happy Anniversary! Yeah yeah, I know getting a gift from me is great right? Ha!” - 8Cloud

Of course, the most important part of any anniversary is the cake so to Pixel Syndicate, a personally made cake from Kanra!

“Happy Anniversary Pixel Syndicate! Congrats on the 2 years! Hope you’re having a great time celebrating! Enjoy!” - Kanra

“What. The. Fuck.”

Shian pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was not this.”

Makina grabbed her new hoodie and threw it over herself, zipping it up and bringing the hood over her eyes.

Anika quickly grabbed her new favorite tshirt she will own and covered the rather… explicit bar of chocolate.

Shian picked up the handcuffs, spinning them around her finger. “More for my collection, I guess.”

“Ew, gross, I don’t wanna know about your sex life.”

Anika removed the tshirt and held it up over Shian’s body, studying her. “I think the caption fits you more than it does me. I don’t wanna hear about it either, but whoever you try them with, have fun… Just keep your bedroom activities out of Makina’s ears and my eyes.”

“She’s almost an adult and spends all her time on the internet, she’s old enough to know these things.”

Anika drew her arms back, hugging the shirt to her chest. “Well okay, then! Enough of that, let’s dig into this cake that’s half Makina’s size!”

“I fucking hate you both.”

Thanks for the gifts!

[firstdivisiongirl]

Heyo, it’s 🦈-nonym here, I wanted to ask for a small match up if possible!

One piece, please. Male + female.

So, my pronouns are he/him, I’m a trans masc dude and I simply love mechanics! I’m currently on the ending year of the technical school, in aircraft mechanical engineering class, glad I made it this far!

I’m pretty short, a bit over 5’5’’. Dark blonde mullet on my head, slightly chubby, and got big, green eyes. I think I might have slight difference in eye colour tone, since one’s a bit more dull green and the other — a bit more lively compared to the left one.

People tell me often that I’m pretty likeable, which I really am happy to hear, but I got some trust issues with that lol. My character is also mainly happy, cheerful, helpful and g o o f y. Also can become extra moody when it comes to that time of a month, and if a person dares to say something bad towards me — they can expect to be bitten back, both, in words and on skin.

My favourite snack is a pack of sour gummies and a small energy drink, I know it’s a really bad mix for my health, but a cup of coffee won’t work anymore 🥲

My fashion style is mainly circling around grunge and y2k, yeah — as you can guess I am still young, but not old either, only 20 years old.

My dream to achieve is to travel around the world, see the most famous airports and make a pilotage papers, even with my disability, so I could fly here and there. Gaining great money for my new adventures.

Thank you for reading this, I’m curious how it’ll come out! :D

Hello 🦈! It’s nice to here from you. The wait is over!!!! I hope you like it!!!

You Got…

Eustass Kid & Nami!!!!

We’ll start with Kid:

You two would love making things together. He’d always have you in his workshop!

Would love your style so much. He’d want to barrow all your clothes I feel like

You'd balance out his moodiness, if you’re moody, I think he would get upset and try to balance you out.

Would make sure to take you everywhere so you can experience the world.

Now for my twin Nami (lol):

Like Kid, she’d love your style. She has a similar style too.

Would help you achieve your dreams to travel. I could see her making a map of your journey together.

You two would be sassy together and also happy.

You want to gain money. She loves money. Enough said

I can see you fighting for her

i can also see you fixing her weapon for her (idk how to spell it but you know what I mean)

[thatcheeseycandle]

//SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 31 OF IN PURSUIT OF SELF

DING DING DING IVE REBLOGGED THE CHAPTER ITS TIME FOR THE REACTION TO IPOS CHP 31 WOOOOOOOOO

AGHGHSHDHFBFHSB THE TITLE CARD, AS ALWAYS, GOT ME HYPEDDDD AUDISJHA HD JSHANCBANDNDN

Wiat HWTA WHAT WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED?????

Ay AYYYYYY GREEN ARROW HERE AS EMPTIPNAL SUPPORT BEHAKAHDHD

AweewjahddvAJWSHAHDBDB FOUND FAMILY MOMENT NUMBER ONE

Oh no OH GOSH TORNADO- BEHAHAHAHHAHDJAHDHAHAH NGL WHEN I FIRST HEARD OF IT TOO I HAD THE SAME FEELING HEHAHAHDBNA

Okay boiler sludge is a fair name for it actually HEHAJHDNNNFNF

Oh OH TRUST ME TORNADO THEY REALLY ARE-

Arrow ARROW JUSKO- THE CATS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN THEY REALLY ARE-

Ay AY AN ARGUEMENT???? OKAY IM KINDA RECALLING ON WHAT IT COULD BE- WAIT PARDON????? OKAY THATS GOOD ARROWS TRYNA YKNOW BE GOOD

helahdDGHELAUSGD I NEEDED A FEW SECONDS TO PROCESS WHAT SHE JUST SAID IM SORRY BEHAHABDHD

I JUST GOT A QUICK FLASHBACK TO WHAT TAW VALLEY SAID ABOUT EVERYONE FLIRTING WITH SCOT WHEN I REAF THAT AND I DIDNT THINK IT WOULD BE TRUE NGL

Oh to be not famous and oh to just live peacefully- (insert very loud opera music)

Yes YES FIESTY TORNADO BEHAHF

AHEHAHDBD YES TORNADO ONE OF THE TRUEST WORDS YOUVE EVER SAID THEY ARE A CUTE COUPLE

Im sorry TAW VALLEY SAID WHAT NOW???? OHHHH BOYYY IM ALL EARS I REALLY AM IM ALL EARS ALL EYES AND EARS

Ohhh OHHHSHSHDHDKDBD TORNADO YKNOW ITS TIME SHE LEARNT ABOUT THE LOVE TRIANGLE THOSE TWO HAD BEHAJAHHDHS

Im very VERY EXCUTED THIS BIT NOW GOT ME EXCITED FOR THE NEW BLOG HEKAHFKD OOOHH THE TENSION

Ay AY AY WHAT WHATAFAQ TRURO???

Wait WINSTON KNEW?? HE KNEW ABOUT NORTH WHATAGBSADAKAKA HOW WHEN HUH

Oi OI WAIT AYYYY GOLD AND DP1 LETS GOAOAYDJFB THEYRE HERE

Yeah YEAHH THE COOL KIDS BEJAJDH

Ph wait.. OHW AHATA WAIT WIAY IS TRURO GONNA TURN HUMAN??? IS HE???

Wait WINSTON ITS STARTING TO STACK IP HES GONNA TRUROS GONNA DO IT

Truro TRURO YOU LITTLE YOU DO LOOK GOOD FOR GODS SAKE

Oh OH? WELL.. YEAH I MEAN NGL TRURO HAS A POINT NOW CONSIDERING THAT- BUT STILL HES RIGHT YEAHHH

Yeah YEHJAFJJAHAHSBC

Lady WHATSG OH EHS GONNA GO HES GONNA TODAYS THE DAY HES GONNA DO IT

WOAH WOAGDHQOWAOAGD AYAYAYAY AY AY AY

Oh Gold COME ON- THEYRE MORE THAN RELIABLE THEYRE COOL AND LOTS MORE WORDS I DONT REMEMBER BUT I KNOW FIT THEM

Ayy AYYY YEAHHAHAGD

Wait WIAT KING EDWARD II KING WDMEJSH YEAH SHAKR HER OFF DO IT DO ITYOU CAN DO IT YOU CNA DODO TUTJTKTTTT

King ed wjandd KING ENEEWARDD AHSHGKGJJA NAOOOOOO

Wait wait WAIR SIRNGEL??! 1??1?11!5????? WHATDTH

God HE HAS TO REST SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK-

As soon as I read King George's dialogue I STOOD UP FORM MY BEAD WYAYYEHAHAHSHDHHAHAHAHAHA FINALALAAAYSYYYYYY SHES DEAD SHES GONE SHES GONNA DIE FINALALALDTHAJ 1ST HNWNSNDBD

Ohhh OIHHOHOHOJJ GETETEVHER TSTNANEIRJT YEAHHH LET SGOGOOOOO SHES FINALLYYYYYYY SHES FINALLY DONE FOR LETS GOGOOOOO

Guess shes GOING BACK TO HISTORY CLASS HEJAHFMEKDNFB SHES FINALLY GONNA BR DONE FOR FIMALFYAHBD AFTER SO LONG SHES FINALLYYYY DONE

YOU LTIYKTLEE YOU LITTLESHE IS NOT THAT IF SHE WERENT THERE THE PLACE WOULD PROBABLY BE A MESS

Yes YES EYSGSGDYE GO STANIER HO GOGOGOGOGOGOGOOOO

OHGOHIHOGODOGOHOHON CAINE WAS HER SON????????? NOW PEOPLE THAT IS HOW YOU CONNECG PEOPLE TOGETGER IN WRITING OHGMSUODJSHFBFB I DIDNT WHAT OKAY I DIDNT EXPECT THUS GOGYSMFUUSUFKCJV

ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE????????? GWARATAHSGAGSRA

YOU LTITKLEE MS PARSOSN WHWY WODYSLS DYOSUDBDOTVRHAISI WHY OWUDLD YOU DO THIS TO US WHY WHAYHSHAAAAAAAA

SHE DIDNT HAVE TO DO IT

I had to pause form typing CAUSE MU GODOSHDB I COUDLTJNS LOSE KING EDWARD II ISTG ATLEAST KING GEORGE

MY HEART IS NOT OKAY.

Oughfjfhgv OUGUFJSHF GOD THIS BIT HURT ME THE MOST AGAGSHAHAGGAHAHAA

Oh OH TRURO IS THERE TRUROS THERE YUP WERE ONTO TRURO'S POV NOW

Somebody IMSOEEBOSDY COVER HIS EYES HE CANT SEE HIS FIANCE LIKE THSI HE CANT NOT NOW AAAAAAA

Mallard MALLARD YOU LITTLE AAAAAAVSHRJWHAGDHF NO YOU DO NOT CALL TRURO THAT MY GOSH

I needed a moment of silence to process what just happened.. WHATA WHAT. IM VERY CONCERNED FOR TRURO AND GADWALL- BUT HEY ATLEAST GADWALL CAN TALK NA CAUSE YKNOW ITS GONNA COME IN HANDY

Oh OHHHH WE GOING TO PENDENNIS HERE WE GO

I almost REHFELL GOFF MY BREBD IS THAT HIS TRUE NAME?????? NO WAY HE JUST USED HIS TRUE NAME OGHAMFUSYAJDB

"But it is hard to convince myself of my worth." HERE COMES THE TEARS THEYRE FLOWING

Im aorry CLUNC ASYLE DID WHTACA NOW? SHE HAS THE NERVE TO SAY THAT CAUSE ITS RICH THAT A FACT SHE'S TECNICALLY TOGETHER WITH UNION

BEHEJABDBSHS POOR PENDENNIS HES JUST CONFUSED ON HOW TRURO DID THAT HEHAHAHDBHWBDHDNDMSA

AQERJAUEYEHDB AWESHSB ITS OLD ART OF TRURO AND SCOT AT THE ENSNWHAJDHSNFB

And hey I FINISHED IT BEFORE DINNER HRJAHDNDHF WELL DONT I FEEL FULL ENOUGH TO NOT EAT EHAJDBD (full of tears HEKSFBS)

WOOO OKAY THAT WAS ANOTHER EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER EXCEPT THE MAIN EMOTION WAS SHOCK SO YEAH ANOTHER WELL-DELIVERED PLOT THAT HAD EACH BIT OF IT SMOOTHLY YET SHARPLY DELIVERED

Conclusion: A VERY WELL WRITTEN FANFIC BY REDWYVERNWRITES

(Im very VERY hyped for next chapter BEJAHDJDGC)

[lavenderclearwater]

Mine

NICO POV

It's just another day at Camp Half-Blood, yet another camper was claimed. She looked like she was around his age, with auburn hair, green eyes, and a light tan. No one was surprised when her godly parent turned out to be Aphrodite. Nico soon found that she also was a flirt like her mother. The chick has been here three days and hasn't left Will's side. He hates her guts at this point. She flirts with his boyfriend any chance she gets, even if he is there and holding his Stygian Iron sword. Will isn't a fan of all the (unwanted!) attention either.

He is clearly super uncomfortable around her with all of her little touches, but he wanted to be "polite" to tell her to back off. She knows he has a boyfriend; they have both told her multiple times. Nico decided to go to his sister for help. Hazel rejected his first proposal, which entailed summoning a small group of skeletons to drag her down to the underworld and feeding her to Cerberus during snack time. She decided to go in a very different direction.

WILL POV

After the recent influx of demigods arriving at Camp Half-Blood, the Apollo couldn't handle that many patients on their own anymore. So they started recruiting other kids from the camp who showed an interest or talent in medical care. Today he is training some of the campers from other cabins in the infirmary. Unfortunately, so was the Aphrodite girl who had been endlessly hitting on him. When she wasn't pressing herself against him, she was very charming and calming with patients. He is trying to wait her out, let her realize that he has no interest in her, but his famous patience is running thin.

Nico always looked like he was one second away from snapping and attacking her when she was around. He didn't know how long his boyfriend could control himself, even with him trying to assure him that she'll stop eventually. Yeah, it wasn't his best moment looking back on it, Will is showing the small group how to properly wrap and treat bandages, the Aphrodite girl right by his side leaning in just a little too close. He doesn't know how, but right when she was reaching to touch his arm, Nico walked in…shirtless.

Clearly, he had just returned from sword practice, soaked head to toe in sweat with his impossibly more soaked ripped shirt in his left hand and his stygian iron sword in his right hand. And he is walking straight for him.

"Hey, babe," Nico said with a smile.

"Wh-What are you-"

"Percy's hand slipped during training and nicked my side. He sent me over to ensure it doesn't get infected. Who better to treat me than my boyfriend."

"His hand slipped?" Will asked, unconvinced.

He knew that Percy was well trained and experienced, it was unlikely he would have been so reckless.

"Accidents do happen when using weapons."

I call bullshit.

"I guess they can happen every once in a while," he said, playing along for now.

"Maybe your class could observe for educational purposes?"

"Sure."

Nico sat down on a cot, setting the ruined shirt next to him. He knows that he is up to something, likely something to do with the girl, but he didn't know what yet and wants to see how this plays out. At least he could use this as a teaching opportunity. It was a small cut (even by mortal standards) and didn't need much attention, but enough to warrant a cleaning and a stitch or two to help the natural healing process. Not many people are willing to sit in the infirmary and let a group of random campers watch them get patched up.

"There. You're all good to go," he told him after setting his supplies down.

He had not been prepared for his boyfriend to grab him by the shirt and pull him down for a deep and passionate kiss.

"Thanks, babe. See you later," Nico said with a smug smile and walked out of the room like he did not just turn his brain into a puddle of goo.

The demigods he is training looked equally shocked, except for the Aphrodite girl, who looked absolutely gobsmacked.

"But...But I…"

"I told you I'm taken."

She finally got the hint after that and left him be. However, not before a bronze shield "suddenly" unearthed itself when she was on her way out the door, causing her to trip and break her nose against it. Nico still looked just as smug as before when he saw him at dinner, resulting in a long lecture (and thank you) for his unprofessional behavior.

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