#btw she just died to the hotel floor

[abirdnamedbirdie]

i love regretevator!

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

"Never again."

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Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

[ilwonuu]

I so love yeosang smutty fanfics. Can you please please do one for me where she's an atiny and them two got paired in the same hotel room by accident due to the hotel. He enters while she's in the shower and so forth

Please and thank you

yes yes omg ty for the request!!! i literally hope this isn’t too bad… I LOVE THIS IDEA BTW I HOPE U LIKE

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➶ summary- the universe gives you a one chance opportunity to be in a room with your idol.

➶ warnings- protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to fucking lmfao, pet names (pretty, angel)(yeo), neck kisses, kinda softdom!yeo, lmk what else

➶ a/n- i literally LOVE writing for yeo sm<3

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you have just gotten back to your hotel room after to seejng ateez. you are completely drained wanting to quietly change out of your concert outfit. you make your way into your bathroom getting into the shower.

yeosang wanting the same as you as he unlocks the hotel room. he makes a weird face at the sight of other peoples clothing on the floor. he curiously looks at the bathroom door. seeing the light and the shower is definitely on. he gets a little scared now.

meanwhile you are just finishing your shower as your idol is casually in your hotel room. you get out of the shower after hearing a faint voice. “um excuse me? i think you’re in the wrong hotel room.” you hear the person say through the bathroom door. “one second please!” you call out quickly grabbing a towel to cover yourself opening the bathroom door. “i just paid for this roo- yeosang????? what the fuck yeosang?” you are shocked beyond shocked. he is standing. right in front of you.

“yea? what.. im sorry miss but i think you have the wrong room.” he repeats himself. you shake your head suddenly. “no- i just paid for this room when i got here..” he is now confused. “do we need to talk to staff?” he says.

yeosang’s eyes slowly trail to your figure as you’re standing in front of him naked under the towel. “im gonna be honest you can do all that. i just went to your concert and im tired.” he laughs at you softly. “i just performed at that concert you think im not tired?” his voice is inviting as if he is waiting for something. his eyes are still on you as you smile at him. “i really cannot believe im talking to you- okay! anyways i honestly don’t mind sharing if you don’t. ill sleep on the couch.” you say before going to grab your things but he stops you.

“no need. i can sleep on the couch.. of course you take the bed.” he grabs his stuff moving it away from the door. “o-okay..” you curse at yourself for stuttering. but how could you not? the boy you just saw on a screen is now in front of you. in your hotel room. and he looks more attractive in person. he’s so sweetly spoken and polite with his movements. you’re watching him as discreetly as possible.

he pretends to not see your glances. you see him kick off his shoes and other accessories he had on him. “i know i interrupted your shower but can i shower when you finish up?” he moves closer to you as he asks you.

you just nod without a verbal response. “this is kinda weird right?” he says being a few feet away from you. “i mean yes- but i swear im not a crazy fan. but gonna be honest as long as i didn’t scream” you say laughing. he just nods.

“what if i wanted you to scream for a different reason?” he looks at you with a curious expression.

“w-what?” you are embarrassed with your stuttering but yeosang’s words are far more important at this moment. he just moves closer to you in the bathroom.

“need me to repeat it angel?” he chuckles a little stopping after seeing your still shocked face. “did that make you uncomfortable because if it di-“ you cut him off with a addicting kiss. him now being caught off guard but kissing you back nonetheless.

your towel falls of your body due to yeosang pulling you to lay back on the bed. you moan into the kiss at the cold air against your damp body. “what do you want pretty?” he asks as he leaves a trail of wet kisses against your shoulders. “f-fuck me yeosang..” you don’t care about your stuttering anymore. just wanting the boy to touch you. you are beyond to needy to care.

he nods at you. “are you sure?” he caresses your cheek. “yes please..” you squirm as you feel him spread your legs. “you’re fully dressed and im naked! take these off.” you pull his shirt over his head.

beyond shocked at his chest. its not like you haven’t seen some of it. but all of him in front of you. he looks so sexy you might die. he’s just laughing at you as he kicks off his pants. leaving him in his boxers hovering over you slightly.

you feel his hand move down to massage your thighs softly making you moaning quietly. “let me prep you alright pretty?” yeosang’s words making your arousal drip onto your thighs slightly. the nickname fully making you submit. “p-please yeosang touch me.” he doesn’t waste anytime. his fingers collecting your arousal as he rubs them up and down your slit teasingly. “touching you now pretty.” he smiles at how his actions cause to get a pout out of your for more. “y-yeosang please…” you are now crying out for him and he’s barely done anything.

you feel a finger slide into you causing you to open your legs more as he starts to fuck it into you. “you think you can cum from this angel?” he looks down as your expressions are just changing with the pleasure. he mentally takes that as a yes answer. he begins to speed his fingers up faster curling them to hit the spot you need him most.

“fuck yeosang don’t s-stop!!” he has a smirk on his face as he pulls his finger out. you whining at the loss of pleasure. “be patient pretty. giving you what you want hm?” he smiles at you as he looks at you. “let me grab a condom.” you nod watching him grab it out of his bag. he is already back to you.

you watch him as he pushes his boxers down to free his dick. him groaning at the new feeling. his dick looks big. bigger than you thought it would be. it makes you a little nervous but you want it. he rolls the condom onto his dick before he lines up with you. “ready pretty girl?” he questions you again. “yes yeosang- f-fuck.” he hears the first part of your sentence cutting you off by pushing inside you.

he starts to fuck you shallowly and slowly causing you to moan. you head is thrown back as he lives kisses against your neck. “you okay pretty?” all you can do is nod with closed eyes and your mouth open spit spilling just a little bit.

yeosang thinks you look beautiful like this. seeing you fucked out and its all for him. his hips speed up causing you to moan out.

you look at him through clouded eyes. taking in every little detail of the boy in this moment. he is using your waist for support. chest and head sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick. his face is in a pleasured expression as it mixes with his focused one. he is making sure you feel good always checking your face for any sign that you were uncomfortable.

“yeosang r-right there please don’t stop.” you pleading out to him as every thrust he is hitting the perfect spot. you’re mind is so fuzzy you can even think of your name. you are completely lost in pleasure.

“yea pretty? this spot feel so good?” he teases slightly now stopping his movements. him hitting the spot over and over. you feel him start to kiss your neck again. you’re moaning at all overstimulation of touch. you love it. you love his touch and his words. he knows how to make you feel perfect.

“s-shit pretty im gonna cum.” you hear him say causing you to open your eyes a little more. “me too yeo.” he curses at the nickname as he continues to fuck you. “fuck angel so fucking wet.” his eyes are on your cunt watching his dick fuck in and out of you. “im cumming yeo!” you yell out coming undone on his dick. his cum shooting into the condom. as he slowly rocks his hips inside you. getting both of you to ride out your highs. he pulls out of you. pulling off the condom and throwing it in the trash. you watch as he heads into the bathroom coming back with a damp rag.

you smile at his gesture. “this okay?” he asks before you nod. him cleaning you up gently.

“maybe it was a good thing with hotel messed up the room huh?” he asks causing you both to smile. he finishes cleaning you up before standing up. “im gonna shower! after you want to cuddle?” he asks grabbing a few things out of his bag. “sounds perfect.” he smiles at your response before running off into the bathroom.

[poly-lights]

PART 2 TO MY II PREDICTIONS/WISHES/QUESTIONS (technically) SINCE YALL ACTUALLY KINDA LIKED THOSE?? and i have more!

please note btw that most, if not all, of this is not gonna happen bc they can't pack EVERYTHING into a 30 minute or so episode and not gonna lie some of these are my fixation talking and me being delusional. it's good to theorize though!!

lots of bias. let's get into it

i told my gf this BUT it'd be cool if there was a scene of trees changing, to represent seasons passing because it has to have been a year at most right

more lightbulb using her electrokinesis scenes plspls?????? like. she can just casually DO THAT....maybe have her use it for evil/J IM KIDDING. don't have her kill anyone

............................yet

another knife and suitcase scene, elaborating on the "making your presence known", how suitcase took it a different way, just a conversation if that makes sense

yknow. what was that roboarm in the gemory cave. and is it Still working after lightbulb powered it on.

unrelated but still.more so a question have we or will we ever get the full roommate list drop?? unless they're gonna wait for when s2 is done to not spoil anything

baseball and lightbulb friendship scene :] team captain style!

i think it's gonna release on OR near the anniversary, if the iii finale is so soon early into 2024 it gives slight time

can we get parent lore drop??? like hello?????? they cant just said what they said in iii ep 14 and never expand on it, so i have a heavy feeling its gonna get mentioned in s2 if not ep 15 specifically

im just hoping for lb centric, even if her lore doesn't match up well with the slams. pls im so autism abt her at this point its anything BUT funny

now here's some iii 18 predictions!! for fun :] and also me just rambling abt it (spoilers for iii 17!!!!)

those who left to the hotel come back for jury voting!! more importantly fan and pb please💥

bot and springy and gonna be near each other again next episode. springy may still try to pull some shit with bot, and, assuming so, if TEST TUBE IS BY BOT'S SIDE......

springy made that suitcase bot, so clearly he knows about season 2

we may just get ii 14 tt again. which i am HOPING for. idk i love seeing test tube ENRAGED for the people she cares about she's so fun and unique bc MAN that girl is angry. she's holding grudges against Two People

also. fan meeting bot? he is going to have such a big and hopefully impactful reaction!! pls he has his patterns and the sudden changes make him uncomfortable they need to mention this

if he knows about season 2......could he make, or has he made, toys of the other final four? again im just gripping at straws for an iis2 final four appearance

think abt it though. it's the iii finale. you think they won't do something big? considering mephone knows he has to go back? springy could easily torment him w that considering the whole "facing your past" theming

also walkie talkie is Totally associated with meeple. ik we've all figured that out but i just had to say something. very heavily focused on using electronics to better the future? implying robots taking over others positions?

also??? past contestants coming back SEEING the toys?? maybe. Maybe.

the entire episode could also just be a discussion and play on the ethics of ai and how it's affecting the writing industry by putting people out of jobs due to its advancement and im reading way too much into it but hey im putting my hard hat on and channeling my inner matpat for this stupid show about objects with limbs (/pos btw)

also. are they gonna leave floor behind??? or will they scoop him into a terrarium, then plant him into inanimate island?

can he teleport that far?? how far is paradise?????????? ae drop the map pls/silly

ALSO ALSO. WHAT ARE THE INANI-MATES?? IS N/A THE LAST OF THEIR KIND??????? i doubt it but STILL everyone else in that group died

hey. why is the background of the recap song the background used when the gemories formed the silhouette of cobs. hey now.

[dxsole]

❝  you  sound  deranged.  ❞ //for one of the prescott ghosts (your link isn't working btw!)

💧 HEED THE WARNING! 💧

Not Accepting.

Most people didn’t want to listen to her. She knew this already.

She was dead and had been for many decades. Her presence frightened people, all pale, translucent flesh, soaked to the bone, dripping as waterlogged fingers reached out for someone, anyone to take hold of. Even now, as she sits in the hotel patron’s tub, arms hanging off the edge of the tub limply, head slightly cocked to the side— just like management had found her all those years ago.

“This place...is cursed.” Her words sound slightly muffled, like she was still under the bath water where she died, but thankfully for Sleipnir, unlike some of the other specters within The Prescott’s walls, Valentina got straight to the point. “You have to go...The house...it groans...it wants another.”

All the faucets suddenly flip on, water quickly overflowing their basins instead of going down the drain. Water begins to trickles down from the walls, gushing onto the floor by her bare feet— even the walls seem to swell from the weight of water filling up in the pipes they cover. “Please go...you do not want to be like US.”

[sw33t-oubliette]

btw i dont rlly know much abt malevolent other than like . the main plot a little bit . can you tell me more abt it

OKAY SO ! cracks my little faggot knuckles (just gonna like summarize the plotline and if you have any further questions send emmm ^_^)

one day an investigator from arkham, arthur lester, wakes up with no memory, no sight, a voice in his head, and his investigation partner's dead body on the floor. arthur and the voice have to work together to figure out why the voice is in arthur's head and where it came from. they piece together that the voice got there after arthur opened a book that had the symbol of shub-niggurath on it. the symbol leads them to the case of amanda cummings, a missing girl.

they go to a library to learn more about shub-niggurath and amanda, and when they get back to the office building, theres police outside. the police are presumably investigating arthur's partner's death. they sneak inside the building, but get in a fight with the janitor and end up strangling him to death, and this is when the voice gains control of arthur's left arm (up to the elbow). they flee the building and go to amanda's house, which shes long since moved out, but someone living there tells them where the cummings family moved.

later on, they accidentally get into the wrong car trying to get to amanda's new house. arthur ends up getting stabbed by the person driving the car, and ends up in a month long coma. they thankfully get to a hospital before this (somehow) and survive. after arthur wakes up, the voice says he wants to be called john doe.

they leave the hospital, and they go to an island. a lot of things happen on this island but all you really need to know is that arthur ends up getting arrested, john and arthur are fighting, and john gains control of arthur's left foot. the cops end up looking around an abandoned ship after arresting them. arthur and john follow them, and one of the cops just like completely loses it. the cop shoots arthur 3 times and he dies, but a wraith that they helped earlier revives him (honestly i dont know what happened there either).

they get away from the island, and arthur falls asleep on the shore. in the morning they find a closed hotel. they break in and find out that its pretty much like a headquarters for the cult of the king in yellow. before this, they only vaguely heard of the cult so this is absolutely huge for them. they pretend to be a member of the cult, and 3 other members lead them down to some test room. they ask them questions that are just exact situations that have happened to them earlier. they basically just figure out that their life is pre-planned through various choices on a piece of paper that one of the members was reading off of.

they take an elevator down and figure out theres a whole cult town under the hotel. they go deeper in the town and get lead to a theatre. they get brought on stage and basically manipulated (by the king's ability to fuck with people's heads) into getting strapped down onto a table. the cult basically shoves the king in yellow into arthur's head, and the king almost takes over arthur's body, but arthur holds on to a memory of faroe too strongly to let go.

this is where its revealed that john is a part of the king in yellow. when the cult of the black goat tried to summon shub-niggurath, the king tried to sneak in, but the portal closed before he could and a part of him got cut off. this part got trapped in a book (the one that arthur read). before arthur read the book, john was stuck in the dark world, basically where everything that dies goes.

they wake up in the dreamlands.

they wake up on a coast. they see a forest in the distance and decide to go there. the forest ends up being some sort of infinitely looping woods, and they have to bite off john's pinky (technically arthur's but its the hand that john has control of) as some sort of sacrifice to feed the forest and to get out. the forest puts a piece of dark wood inside their hand as a replacement pinky.

while theyre in the dreamlands, arthur tells john about faroe. faroe was arthur's daughter who drowned while arthur was busy with something else. throughout the podcast faroe is a sort of figurehead for arthur's grief and symbolizes growth while still remembering your fuck-ups and mistakes.

later on, they end up getting captured by the king in yellow. they get imprisoned for 3 months, where theyre constantly left on the brink of starvation in the king's attempt to wear them down. this is where he cannibalizes that guy. they eventually do escape, and go to a city. this is where they meet kayne.

they find kayne on an empty stage, playing faroe's song. honestly this scene doesnt do much for the plot but i think some of the things he says are interesting so ill just put em here ("stranger" is kayne , he just doesnt have a name til the end of this conversation)

after this, they make their way to a plateau where the barrier between the dreamlands and earth is supposedly thin. on the way, arthur tells john about his parents' deaths. their deaths lead him to get into composing music and poetry.

they make it to the plateau. the king somehow like brings them to his throne room (its not really clear how they get there but theyre there). arthur and the king talk privately (john goes . somewhere else . idk), the king tries to get arthur to give john back. he doesnt.

the king bring john back from wherever he was while they were talking. the king starts breaking arthur's legs to try and manipulate john into willingly going back. this works. john says yes, and arthur slits his throat to try and stop it. he just misses his jugular, john goes back with the king, and arthur gets thrown in the middle of nowhere on earth.

arthur gets thrown in the middle of a snowstorm. he finds a cabin and manages to not die somehow. he makes a deal with kayne (who he summoned by flipping a coin) to get john back, but he wont remember anything, and is essentially just the king again.

he gets john back. evidently, its not the same john though. arthur calls him yellow.

--okay im farther than this (a little into season 3) but ive spent 2 hours on this already and its a good place to end i think . if you have any questions send em in ^_^

[anarchyduck]

Get Out of Jail Free Card

Day Two: I don’t want to go

AO3

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‘Heads up. Kid is in a mood.’ 

Tony frowns at Happy’s message. Considering the teenage raging hormones, there’s no telling what sort of ‘mood’ he’s expecting from the kid. Judging from the tone, it must not be good. 

So he prepares himself for whatever comes up the elevator. 

“Hey Mr. Stark!” Peter chirps, grinning ear to ear as he enters the lab. 

Or so Tony thought. 

“Hey kid.” he greets, watching the kid haphazardly toss his backpack on the floor near his work station. The kid doesn’t seem upset. “How was school?” 

Peter shrugs. “It was fine.” he replies. “Aced my Spanish test. Tomorrow’s Decathlon meeting has been moved to the day after because of Mr. Harrington’s doctor appointment. Or something, I don’t know.” Kid gives a half hearted shrug then turns to grab a bottle of water out of the lab’s mini fridge. 

Tony remains seated at his own work station, perplexed. Parker seems to be fine. Cheerful, hyperactive, chatty - the usual. He picks up his phone to look at the message again and resorts to writing his own. 

‘Define ‘mood’’

“So nothing bad happened?” Tony prods a little more. “That Thompson kid didn’t give you any trouble?” 

Peter shakes his head, mouthful of water. “No.” he replies, pausing as he takes another long drink and adds, “No more than the usual, you know?” 

Okay so it isn’t a bully problem. 

Tony’s phone buzzes on the table and he picks it up to read Happy’s reply. 

‘Won’t talk about it. Something at home’

Something at home? The mystery deepens. Tony has met May Parker several times, even more once Peter’s real internship was discovered. She treats Peter like he’s more of her son than her nephew. A kind, formidable woman who would not hesitate to fight anyone who even dared side eye Peter. 

“How about your aunt?” Tony inquires, finding it increasingly difficult to keep the questions casual. 

“She’s fine.” Peter says with uncertainty. He shoots Tony a questioning look as he sits down. “What’s up with the interrogation?” 

Tony rolls his eyes. “If you think this is an interrogation, you’d never make it through a real one.” he remarks then waves his hand dismissively. “It’s nothing. Just wanted to check in on my favorite intern.” 

“I’m your only intern.” 

“Which automatically makes you my favorite.” Tony reiterates, drawing a light laugh from Peter. He realizes he sits at a crossroad with the kid, to flat out ask what’s going on (if anyone is really going on) or leave it be. Parker has the terrible habit of not being frank about things, especially when they’re personally happening to him, which can lead to complications down the road. 

“It’s nothing, Mr. Stark. Really.” Peter says dismissively, eyes turned downcast to his desk where he makes an impressive attempt in looking busy.

So there is something bothering the kid. 

Tony leans his head back, looking up at the ceiling as though it has all the answers. “Okay,” he sighs heavily, running a hand down his face as he directs his attention to Peter again. “Look, enough beating around the bush.” To this, Peter gives him a deer caught in the headlights look. “Happy already gave me the warning something was going on with you so let’s hear it. What’s the problem?”

Peter opens his mouth while spinning a mini screwdriver around in his hand then closes it. Tony can practically see the warring thoughts on his face, though the internal conflict doesn’t last very long. The kid gives a long suffering sigh then says “My Aunt Jan is getting married next Saturday.” 

Tony frowns and tries to connect how that's relevant. “Okay…? Wait.” he gives it some more consideration and adds, “I didn’t know you had another aunt.” 

Granted, he never thought to look very deep into the Parkers family tree but that’s beside the point. 

“I have four aunts actually.” Peter says then adds, “Or, had four aunts. May had a sister named Annie who died before I was born. May has two other sisters - Aunt Jan and Aunt April, which no one talks about for some reason. Aunt Jan says she’s the black sheep of the family and May doesn’t talk about her either, so I imagine her name is burned off the family tree.”

Tony thinks there’s a pop culture reference in there somewhere but he can’t place it. “So your Aunt Jan is getting married.” he says to get things back on topic. “And that’s a bad thing because…?”

“Because she’s just… awful.” Peter groans, chair squeaking as he leans back into it. “She always made these really mean comments and talked about Ben and then talked about Ben and May taking me in, as if they shouldn’t have. And the wedding is all the way in Boston, which means we’ll have to stay at Aunt Jan’s house and I just... “ Peter heaves a sigh, slouching in the chair as he continues playing with the screwdriver. “I don’t want to go.” 

“So don’t.” Tony says, believing it being the simplest solution to Parker’s problem. 

Peter’s head snaps up, looking aghast. “I can’t do that! I promised May and it’s a family event and-”

“It’s obvious you don’t want to go.” Tony says. “So just tell your aunt you changed your mind.” Peter looks like he still wants to protest, to which Tony adds, “Would she force you to do something you don’t want?”

“Yes.” Peter grumbles. 

“All right. Then I’ll give you a Get Out of Jail Free card.” Tony offers. “Just say you have something going on with me that weekend like” - he snaps his fingers until an idea comes to mind - “tell her we’re going to the Compound and I need your help working on some gear.” 

"You would do that, Mr. Stark? Really?" Peter asks, having the gall to sound surprised about it. As if Tony wouldn't do something for the kid. But then Peter deflates into the chair again and shakes his head. "No, I shouldn't. If I don't go, May will be there alone with them." 

Tony hums and nods. "For the greater good, huh?" 

This kid. Sure it's just to a wedding, but this is just another example of who Peter is. Self sacrifice and unwilling to let him become a burden or let someone else suffer. Tony's admiration grows for him day by day. 

"Well, now that's out of the way." Tony claps his hands together as he stands, chair rolling against the tile floor. Peter perks up in his chair, eyes on his mentor as Tony approaches his desk. "Let's go over some upgrades for the suit. Any new ideas?" 

He watches that spark in Peter's eyes, how the kid lights up. "Yeah! Uhm, actually I was thinking about stuff in class today and wrote it down…" 

Tony grabs another chair to join the kid as Peter rambles on about his latest ideas. When he isn't looking, Tony sends a message to Happy. 

'Kid is good. Btw, send a list of hotels in Boston.' 

[calehenituseappreciation]

i hc wilbur made tommy president because he planned to go and press the button while tommy spoke and kill him along with himself

wilbur wanted end all his unfinished symphonies and as the person who raised tommy- he raised him like he raised l'manberg. he doesnt care for fundy- not since he denounced him- so he wanted to end him :)

i need a fic where tommy is the one who goes to stop wilbur and wilbur fucking stabs him before pressing the button saying "it was never meant to be" tommy loses both first and last lives to that phrase

tommys last words are it was always meant to be fucking wilbur survives the explosion and has no one to kill him and now he has to live with the consqunces tommy becomes toast- short for ghost tommy i refuse to write so many letters each time- and immeditly looks for his older brothers and he finds wilbur first :) wilbur is exiled for his crimes and also out of fear- they tried to rehabilate him! they really did but then he freaked out over seeing toast... in a bad way.... and he and toast burned georges house on toast suggest (maybe we should burn something! that always helps me calm down!) this is after wilbur is trusted enough to be not... in a prison... after phil convinced them he needs help and toast tries his best ok- (WHO LEFT WILBUR WITH TOAST!) (I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME! I WAS ONLY LEAVING FOR FIVE MINUTES! AND RANBOO WAS THERE TOO!) and toast tries to go with but everyone is like "yeah no" and toast is like "whhhhyyy i just wanna stay with wilby!" and everytime anyone tries to tell tommy about the wrongs that have happened to him he screams and clutches his head in pain and everytime he comes back he doesnt remember the convo toast,,, is the most BABY toast calls everyone cutesy nicknames unironcially he calls eret rere toast, chriping happily: TECHIE!!!! tubbo: TOMMY STAY AWAY FROM HIM! toast, in a very lost and confused voice: why? techno, freaking out: tommy? toast: hi!!!!!!! im toast!!!!!! :D techno: lowkey ab to cry toast: NOOOOOOOO DUN CRI! toast: there there techie... i know what will help! tubbo, sighing: arson? toast: ARSON! phil comes just in time to find tommys dead body and l'manberg gone hes not around for the withers neither hes there just to see the crater and wilbur in chains with blood on his hands trying to off himself phil will forever blame himself for not making it in time :> dream: taking wilbur away in boat toast, floating behind the boat: o^o dream do you have any games on your phone .///^///. looks at exileinnit hmmm spins roulette wheel who should i hurt... i picked d all of the above they dont let toast go with him but because he is baby and you can't tell him what to do tubbo: sighs finally now that the exiles done toast can you- tubbo: looks up tubbo: GOADDAMN IT

toast is promptly kidnapped back to l'manberg the next day toast keeps going back tho and no one understands why- he literally killed him! why does he keep wanting to go back! (toasts unfinished buisness keeping him tied was helping wilbur and l'manberg- he loved wilbur even at his worst)

toast vibes around everyone but he stays with wilbur- where ever wilbur goes is where he builds his home

its shitty but its an 'ome Toast, teary eyed: Dad? Why does everyone hate Wilby? Why can't I be with him... Phil, with no idea what to do: niki bakes cakes with niki whenever hes in l'manberg he keeps accidently setting her bakery on fire but hes sMOL AND GIGGLES A LOT AND HE HAS FLOUR ON HE GODDAMN SELF toast is a part of mexican l'manberg i dont make the rules mexican dream: AYYYYYYYYY HOMIE toast, giggling: 'OMIE!!!!!

Toast is wholesome while everyone is literally willing to murder Wilbur while also trying to stop him from khs toast is just a very happy lovely child and cries whenever anyone is mean to 'his big brother wilby!' and so they all constantly glare daggers over toasts shoulder wherenever he cant see em meanwhile Phil is just dying inside because Tommy is a ghost by Wilbur's hands and Wilbur keeps trying to commit suicide and oh god what is he supposed to do- he simply avoids this struggle by avoiding them toast, waddling up to philza: papa do you have any games on your phone? all im saying is that tommy called phil papa before changing to dad or fathercraft phil,in the tired parent voice: tommy please sit down- just for five minutes- at least for 5 minutes toast: sits down and then proceeds to struggle to continue to sit but he must because dad told him to toast is just ADHD incarnate wilbur, trying to end himself: im gonna escape my consequences toast: HI!!!!! :D wilbur: FUCK ITS MY CONSEQUENCES toast,,,, is so baby Wilbur is just not allowed to have anything remotely sharp i like how theres so much angst and im just hyper focusing on ba yby dream uses toast the same way he uses ghostbur! :D toast doesnt realize of course even after wilbur tells him dream is bad but he keeps forgetting!!! Everyone: da baby Dream: how can I profit from this oh dream is manipulating wilbur btw wilbur: suffering toast: i made you a card toast trusts eret wholeheartedly and this hurts eret because she knows if toast remembered he probably wouldnt- they wanted redemption but not like this- not because of death Toast: you look cool Toast: you are friend now Eret: sobs I don't deserve this Toast: what did I do wrong Toast: how can I help friend!!!!! Eret: sobbing more toast looks at everyone says "ah! friend shaped!" if ur wondering wheres the angst toast is the angst- toast is just tommy without any bad memories and hes so different they thought he was happy before they thought he was fine tommy was hurt too but since he internalized it no one cared toast sees wilbur being sad and goes! i know what will help! n-not arson tho people dont like arson when you do it.... BUT ITS OKAY! I BROUGHT A FRIEND! shows friend, the sheep and wilbur just fucking sobs Toast is wholesome chaotic in a perfect mix- toast is tommy but without the 'asshole on purpose as a self defense mechanism" someone mentioned something about Tommy masking insecurities once Toast doesn't remember. and he's fine with that he doesn't have any insecurities toast hurts because in retrospect toast, meeting bad: WOAAAAAAH! YOU LOOK SO FUCKING COOL! bad: LANGUAGE! toast, cringing back, looking at the ground: ..sorry :( bad: ...you can swear toast: :D bad: once toast hasnt sworn since "hes saving it for special occasions" sometimes he accidently swears and immedtly gasps and looks at bad and bad just sighs and is like "its okay it was an accident" bad never would have thought itd take letting tommy swear for him to stop huh... its almost like... hes a child.... and the negetive reienforcement.... was doing more harm then good.... toast: exists in an amount of happiness no one has ever seen him in before everyone: pain how much pain was tommy in before? they thought tommy was happy- was... was he not happy? he's so unabashedly joyful and energetic looking back they can see how forced every laugh felt, every smile- He's not afraid to just talk to people, make new friends he became so much more cautious after Eret, had it really effected him that badly? He's open. He never lies about how he's feeling, never brushes anything away how much was Tommy hiding, how much pain, how much fear- It's chilling. bone chilling. There's no way to fix what's been lost. No way to apologize to who Tommy used to be, to try and make it better. None of them every bothered to see him as anything more than a nuisance, an annoying child or cannon fodder and they'll regret it for the rest of their lives everyone: having a mental crisis toast: GUYYYYSS!! I MADE ANOTHER FRIEND!!!

"Wilby?" Wilbur heard Tommys voice say in an innocent tone.

Was he hearing things? Tommy's dead. He killed him himself.

"Wilby why are you in prison?" The image of his little brother asked, "Did you commit arson without me?" it asked in a pout.

"TOMMY!" Tubbo yelled running into the cell where Wilbur was kept, going through the bars with ease, "Tommy get away from him!"

"But 'ubbo!!!! Wilby is 'ere!!!!" Tommy (?) said with a smile Wilbur hadn't seen since Tommy was a child.

"Tommy, I understand you don't remember anything right now but you need to come back over here!" Tubbo demanded and Tommy flinched

Wilbur was struck with the sudden realization that this isn't just his mind- no no it can't be- but Tubbo acknowledged him he has to- Wilbur reached his locked hands towards Tommy only for him to pass through him. What? No no it was just his imagination that makes sense.

"Oh sorry Wil! I'm kinda dead! I don't remember how i died... but i think im a ghostie!" Tommy said plainly, floating off the floor. Wilbur looked at him in confusion. Whats happening?

the first time toast sees the crater toast srceams in intense amount of pain- its so loud you can hear it all over the smp- and just dissapears for a few days before reappearing with no memories of what happened toast saying things tommy thought but never said- he calls eret "big brother" and eret fucking d i e s toast cals all the l'manbergians older siblings He's far too honest for anyone to handle tommy was always honest too but he learned from experince that honesty only lead to hurt Tommy was like an enderchest, you could never see beyond the exterior, everything inside was exclusive to him and him alone Toast is like when someone dies and all their fuckin items explode onto the ground. you just see everything and most of it was  pain and everyone feels bad because they thought he was the only one uneffected that nothing had ever put a damper on his happiness and energetic smile- at what point had that smile became fake? also for angst reasons the last memory toast has is before the elections toast has uwu boy vibes but more chaotic toast goes to dream smp from logstedshire purely for sam nook toast starts making his hotel since he sees nobody has a home (including dream LMAO) (and he wants to make a safe place since everyone keeps saying something about war) and wants to make one and asks sam for help since apparently hes good at building and sam lets him pay after he finishs the hotel and sam nook is there since day one because i dont think i could handle a world without sam nook toast: biting everyone tubbo: wHY DO YOU DO THAT?????? toast: once techie bit all the cupcakes and then said it was his cuz he bit it so im biting everyone to show their mine!!!!! tubbo: i- tubbo: i am both flattered and disgusted everyone, remembering how tommy used to bite everyone upon meeting and then everyone would get mad at him and yell at him until he stopped biting people on meeting: sadly whips and nae naes hes a BABY toast deserves the fucking world also i havent talked ab it but there is wilbur and fundy angst here fundy confronts wilbur also not that fundy is angry about not not not getting murdered by his father but also why does he consider tommy his unfinished sympohny and not him? he raised fundy too- maybe he just only ever loved tommy (based off his insecurity of how close wilbur and tommy are based off wilbur raising tommy and wilbur only being there for fundy by the time he was older and also using hybrid age go nyoom for this dream manipulates toast during wilburs exile along with wilbur and toast realizes both of them were being used by him and fucking screams lourder than he ever has before and dissapears for a week and then shows up at technos house (he got lost and he didnt know why he was at logsted shire- he doesnt remember the place) on the day of the excution and tries to help technoblade but keeps forgetting that everyone is trying to kill techno the butcher army is hesitant when "hey why are you all attacking big brother Techy-" "HE SPAWNED WITHERS IN L'MANBERG!" "he did?" toast asked tilting his head in confusion "YES! HE DID! AFTER YOU DIED! NOW WHERE IS HE TOAST! WE NEED TO CAPTURE HIM!" whenever tubbo talks ab how theyre planning on excuting techno or how there was no trial toast has flashbacks to tubbos excution but hes never able to hold on to the memories just leaving him feeling bad toast sees anything traumatic and just makes the blue screen noise toast has to reboot every time anything truamatic happens and when he does he doesnt remember what happens after

toast hurts on a "THE FUCKING IMPLICATIONS OF THIS" level just.. everyone trying to make up for not noticing tommys hurt and trying to be good to toast when its already too late... far too late glatt is also here because whenever ytoast dissapears after something trauamtic he bounces back to the land of the dead for the bit and sometimes he drags glatt out to the land of the living with him only works bc toast has unfinished buisness so he can freely go between and just stays in the land of the lving until he can finish his unfiinshed buisness ghostbur and toast wouldve been good friends if they ever met anyone yells at toast and he immeditly starts sobbing

basically when everything is calm and peaceful and everyone is happy together after dream is in prison and toast is like "oh... this is what ive always wanted"

"toast?" tubbo asked, confused toast smiled softly, "i think its time for me to go" "what?" wilbur asked his pitch unusually high due to the fear lacing his voice "i think... i think this was my unfinished buisness... this is the last thing i wanted when i was alive, the reason i stayed... i think its finally my time to go now" toast said smiling tearfully "no! you vcan't go! we just got you back!"

basically when everything is finally ok, when things finally calm down toast fades back to the void/afterlife thing

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

Never again part 2?? Very angsty btw 😩😩 I love your work ❤️❤️

I tried my best! No happy endings! 😈😈 Thank you so much love 💕 Pronouns used: She/her (but like... twice) Length: 1.5k Warnings: Angsty; like I said, there is no happy ending.

Never Again (part 1) here!

Fool

It had been about four days since you’d spoken to Denki. Those days were grueling and difficult. Every day felt so gray; you felt drained and exhausted, you just wanted to lay in bed and do nothing. But you knew that wouldn’t help. Laying in bed and doing nothing meant letting it affect you and hurt you more because all you would do is think about it. You never really realized how much of an impact Denki had in your life until you let go of him. Everything you looked at reminded you of him and you hated it.

He was such a big part of your life that it felt as if you’d torn yourself in half. The bed, the couch, the TV, the kitchen, the dining table… everything was just… Denki. He would hold you on the rough nights on your bed or on your couch. He would play the best movies for you, you loved every single one of them.  He’d make you snacks, he even set up this beautiful candle lit dinner for you once.

Your house felt like it also belonged to Denki and it was just too much. You packed a bag quickly, trying your best to stay calm and gathered all your money. You immediately threw everything into your car and went to a decent hotel and booked a room for a week. You just needed to get away from him.

***

Denki wasn’t doing all that great either. The second he got home, he broke down to pieces. He fell to the floor clutching his chest, and crying out pathetically. He cried all night until he was too exhausted to keep crying, then fell asleep right on the floor.

The next day he spent at home. He didn’t talk to any of his friends and that was an immediate concern. Denki always talked; he never shut up. So when his friends hadn’t heard from him after he said he was going to go meet up with you late at night, they got worried. Mostly because they didn’t hear from you either.

Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, and Mina immediately showed up at his house, with Midoriya showing up after he’d checked your agencies. Bakugou and Mina had a set of keys to Denki’s apartment and let themselves in. He didn’t even bother moving from the couch when they burst into his house.

“Oi! Pikachu! What the hell?!” Bakugou screamed as the group saw Denki. However, all of that anger melted with one single look from Denki.

“D-Denki?” Mina mumbled. There was nothing behind those beautiful golden eyes. Denki, himself, wasn’t even there. He was a hollow husk of his former self and it was heartbreaking to see. Mina moved towards him, while the others stayed frozen where they were. She sat on her knees and frowned, leaning her head on his shoulder. “What happened?”

“She’s gone.” His broken, quiet reply told them everything they needed to know.

***

Bakugou was ready to give Denki an earful, but they were still good friends. Great friends actually, and Bakugou knew Denki was already punishing himself. Telling him “I told you so” would fix nothing and would just break him further- if that was even possible. No one had the chance to ask what had happened, they just decided to help make Denki feel a bit better.

Mina and Midoriya tried to reach out to you, but they didn’t hear anything back, so they let that go for a little bit. Bakugou made lunch and dinner for all of them, while Denki and the others watched movies. Denki never spoke after mentioning you had left him. No matter how hard everyone tried to get him to talk. 

They knew how much you meant to him. Just because Denki wasn’t in love with you, didn’t mean he didn’t love you at all. He did, he really did. In fact, he cared about you so much, everyone genuinely though he might’ve been in love with you. They noticed how he’d stopped flirting with other girls and seemed so determined to have you. Denki spent the entire night and drive home wishing and praying he could just… fall in love with you.

Why didn’t he see the signs earlier? Why didn’t he see you’d fallen so in love with him? Now that he thought back to everything, he could see it in the way you just looked at him. The way you smiled, the way you’d lean into his touch, the way you’d glow every time he called you a term of endearment. Why did he do that? He… he knew. There was no way he didn’t. Denki was stupid, but he wasn’t that stupid.

Or maybe he was. He was the idiot everyone called him. He never listened to anyone’s warnings. He thought he was untouchable? Maybe he was… but you weren’t. You were so important to him, probably the most important person he’d ever have. But look at how that turned out. He didn’t just screw himself over, he destroyed all of you in the process.

What kind of hero was he? A hero was meant to protect people. They were supposed to be shields for the weak. But Denki took a powerful hero, stable and confident one, and brought her to her knees. He was a disgrace. A disgusting, pathetic, pitiful excuse for a hero. He was a stain on the name hero. He might as well just quit because he wasn’t saving anyone.

No one saw it, but right in that moment, whatever was left alive of Denki after you left, died. The last piece of him shattered as well. There was no one that could help him, not after what he’d done. If there was a god out there… even he couldn’t save Denki from his own wrath.

***

“(f/n)?” You looked up from your computer screen towards your door. For the last three days, you’d been living at the hotel. You’d requested to take time off from your hero work and did nothing but watch movies to distract yourself. You only ate junk food and refused to talk to anyone. That was until you heard your friend on the other end. Yana.

You stayed quiet, continuing to eat the chips from your bag as your glossy eyes returned to the movie. However, you were interrupted again when Yana knocked again. And again… and again. Finally, you stood up and walked to the door and opened it.

“Go away.”

“No.” Yana pushed past you and let herself in, while you shut the door and returned to your bed which was covered with unhealthy snacks. “Don’t tell me this is where you’ve been for the last week.” You shook your head.

“Just three days.” Yana sighed and shut your laptop screen and looked at you.

“What happened? You and Denki just up and vanished. Did he do something to you?” Did he? If you had never brought up your fragile, pathetic feelings this wouldn’t have happened. All Denki did was tell you the truth, he never physically hurt you. There was complete silence in the room before you opened your mouth to speak.

“I… I confessed to Denki.” Yana’s eyes widened.

“You what?! Why?!” Her eyes met yours and she frowned. “No… (f/n) no. You know what kind of man Denki is! He’s not reliable, he’s not trustworthy, and he’s a playboy! He does this with everyone!”

“I… thought I was different.” Yana let out an exasperated sigh and covered her face.

“What on Earth made you think that? He flirts with every girl he meets!” What did make you think you were different? That one stupid comment? The one where he kinda admitted he wanted a woman like you but not actually you? Weren’t you an idiot.

If anyone was at fault here, it was you. Literally everyone warned you about Denki. Not out of malice, but out of respect. They knew Denki. You knew Denki, yet when you started to feel different, you never took any steps to distance yourself from him. You fell deeper and deeper and now you were here. Broken hearted. You had every warning you could possibly get and yet you chose to ignore it. Now you were here punishing yourself and your friends.

He really turned you into a fool, demanded you dance, and you danced for him. The tears returned once more and immediately started flooding down your cheeks. Yana hugged you, but it did nothing to ease your worries. How could it? The one person you wanted was the one person you couldn’t have. You couldn’t allow yourself to have him because all he brought was ill fortune. All Denki had for you was heartache. You’d learned your lesson too, but in turn, you lost everything as well.

What a fool you were. People often called Denki an idiot, but the true idiot was you. The stupid hero who was repeatedly warned about someone, yet you chose to ignore them.

A brainless, moronic, laughable fool.

[eri-cheri]

Whoa whoa whoa.... followed for the for the BNHA content but now I'm interested in the tag about the hotel you work at being haunted.... elaborate please! Love the Bakugo nails btw. 😊

Okay okay okay. So like I work at a large fancyish hotel that has been in my city for I think over a hundred years or something? But basically it’s haunted. Our third floor especially.

We’ve had several housekeepers who work overnight quit on the spot because they’ve been spooked so bad by the ghosts. Like they love to talk to them when they’re in the bathroom? One housekeeper actually had a full on conversation with one where she told her how she died and everything. The house keepers start talking to them because they THINK they are their co workers also cleaning with them but it turns out NOPE. No one else is there! The ghosts like to mess with the elevators too. Their are child ghosts that like to play in the third floor hallway. Like they definitely live there and we kinda just deal with it. I work front desk so I never really go to the third floor except for one time when my security guard wanted to show me!

[cultofbeatles]

beginners guide to the members of led zeppelin (kind of)

a disclaimer before anyone starts reading: we all know led zeppelin is shady as hell and we hardly ever get anything confirmed or denied around here. so some stuff is up for speculation. everything in this post are things i've read in books, heard in interviews, or got from some other source. when it comes to “facts about led zeppelin” sometimes you gotta take it with a grain of salt. but honestly it’s led zeppelin we’re talking about, anything is possible. also this is all in good fun and giggles. with that being said, let’s get started with introductions to the members themselves.

jimmy page 

james patrick page 

born on January 9, 1944 

he’s a capricorn sun, cancer moon, and scorpio rising so you just know he’s a crazy motherfucker 

was an amazing session guitarist and basically everyone wanted him 

went to art school bc he’s just talented at everything i guess 

if you didn't know already he played the guitar for Joe cocker’s ‘with a little help from my friends’

declined his first offer to join the yardbirds but later decided to join 

was the last member to leave the group

basically was the leader of led zeppelin 

was gifted a telecaster guitar by his friend jeff beck and he adored it 

and he painted a cool dragon design on it 

played on it for the first led zeppelin album 

when he was on tour one of his friends painted over his dragon design and ruined the guitar 

he produced all of led zeppelin’s albums and is responsible for the remastering of those same albums 

paid for led zeppelin’s first album to be produced with his own money

deadass would have whips and handcuffs around with him on tour for the groupies 

but was apparently an amazing lover and cared for the people he slept with

one time he got naked on a food cart thingy, put whip cream over his body, and had john bonham push him into a room with groupies in it 

has such a small and soft voice 

was fascinated in aleister crowley and his work

would collect crowely memorabilia 

even bought crowley’s boleskine house 

had a bookstore at one point so he could get books easier 

struggled with addiction to drugs for most of the seventies 

went on a liquid diet late seventies and refused to eat solid food 

he got really skinny bc of it :( 

miss pamela (one of his girlfriends/lovers) once said that jimmy cried on the phone to her over her playboy photoshoot lmaoo

once flied pamela’s pet raccoon in first class 

allegedly had a relationship with lori maddox who was about 15 years old 

laughed as two of his girlfriends were fighting each other 

was kind of constantly nervous about his and the band’s image

has amazing guitar solos and improvisation but damn sometimes they drag on foreverrrr

deadass scared the shit out of david bowie so much that he had his house exorcised and would avoid jimmy at parties 

we love demons 

zoso

he’ll never tell us what zoso means and I'm mad

had two people die in his home. one was a friend who died from a drug overdose, and the other was john bonham when he died from choking on his vomit.  

has been accused for the deaths of john bonham and robert plant’s son karac bc of that stupid “curse” rumor

deserves critiques for several things but doesn't deserve hate for that 

has been through a lot and come out pretty okay

produced his current girlfriend’s, scarlett sabet, spoken poetry vinyl 

check out scarlett’s work bc it’s amazing

would probably always be down for another led zeppelin reunion 

robert plant

robert anthony plant 

born on august 20, 1948

this is the most attractive man ever. do not argue with me. 

nicknamed percy 

wasnt jimmy’s first pick for a singer 

jerry reid suggested robert to jimmy. and when jimmy asked what he looked like jerry said, “like a greek god.”

jimmy thought something was wrong with robert when he first found him bc he was such a good singer and hadn't been signed yet 

after a practice together jimmy knew he had his singer 

he would call robert “the young guy with the powerful voice.”

he thought about leaving the band early on bc he was so nervous about being in it 

convinced john bonham to join the group bc they were the bestest of buddies 

he’s not credited on the first album bc he was still under another contract 

started song writing for the second album by jimmy’s memory 

it didn't take long for him to gain confidence and start owning the stage 

once when he was performing a dove flew in his hands 

there’s an audio of him singing john bonham happy birthday and it makes me so happy 

he would call himself a greek god 

would party with john bonham a lot 

kind of the hippy of the group 

moans moans moans and even louder moans into the microphone 

would wear women’s shirts and looked amazing in them 

nurses do it better 

not to mention his super tight jeans 

we all know his dick is huge and he’s just showing it off 

has the prettiest, fluffiest blonde hair 

and the sweetest smile 

can you tell that i find him attractive yet?

has a fear of earthquakes 

also supposedly had some sort of a relationship to an underage groupie named sable starr (14)

also has a fear of led zeppelin nowadays 

either fear or amnesia 

it’s likely that he’s the reason we’ll never get another led zeppelin reunion 

though a close friend thinks that if the show went to charity robert would probably do it 

robert loved john bonham too much to play in led zeppelin without him

and i respect that a lot 

no matter how much he’s offered for a show he turns it down every time

in 1975 he got in a severe car crash and ended up being in a wheelchair 

still went on to record zeppelin’s album 

once while recording on crutches and started to fall and jimmy apparently zoomed in to save him. robert never saw him move that fast before

his five year old son (karac) died from a sudden stomach illness while he was in america on tour

absolutely crushed him 

was deeply upset that neither jimmy page or john paul jones reached out to him during that time of his life 

john bonham was there for him though 

robert apparently never forgave them for that 

a car he was working on fell on top of him and crushed some of his ribs as well 

late seventies was not a good time for robert plant 

but he got through it all like a champ

hates stairway to heaven with a passion lmao  

one time he paid a radio station a shit ton of money just to make sure they'd never play stairway to heaven again 

almost didn't sing stairway for the 2007 reunion but ended up agreeing to it after all 

he said he breaks out in hives when he has to play that song 

he and jimmy made their own symbols. robert’s is the feather inside the circle 

in 2007 he won beard of the year 

john bonham

john bonham 

born on may 31, 1948

nickname is bonzo

oh boy, there’s a lot of stories about bonzo 

he was known as the nicest and sweetest guy ever 

unless he was drunk 

he drank a lot :/

denied jimmy’s offer to join the group and continued to deny it until robert convinced him 

once flew the starship (led zeppelin’s plane) even though he didn't have a license to 

hated touring so much 

he always missed his family 

so he drank 

he was so damn crazy when drunk that the other members would book rooms floors above where his was so he wouldn't disturb them

tore about his hotel rooms like no other 

he has a son named jason bonham who he loved a lot 

bought him a nice drum kit when he was younger 

jason is just about led zeppelin’s biggest fan next to jimmy page 

one time bonzo broke a girl’s vibrator when drunk

also punched a girl in the face when drunk once bc she waved at him 

partly responsible for the famous mud shark story where a girl was apparently fucked with a dead shark by him and zeppelin’s tour manager 

liked cars a lot 

really really loved his family. cannot stress it enough

was irked that john paul jones got out of playing shows during the christmas holiday and he didn't 

punched robert in the face once too 

him and john paul jones equals the best rhythm section ever 

jimmy would call it magic how well him and bonzo got along 

bonzo could handle anything jimmy threw at him 

he wasn't really a part of it, but he had to go to jail bc peter grant and two other dudes almost killing a man (long story omfg, but apparently the doctors had to put the dude’s eyeball back into his socket)

was there for robert when karac died 

they were really good friends 

there’s an interview with them together where bonzo is laughing at robert about his little farm 

gave good hugs apparently 

played drums like no other could and knew he was good 

but still sometimes got insecure and got upset when someone he looked up to said his drumming wasn't all that special 

his symbol is the three rings and he picked it out of a book like john paul jones did his 

he died in jimmy page’s house (not the crowley house btw)

he had to drink the equivalent of 40 shots of vodka and choked on his vomit in his sleep 

led zeppelin died on the same day 

nobody can replace john bonham 

his son filled in his role for the 2007 reunion show and did an amazing job of it. the whole show is on youtube, go check it out

john paul jones

 john richard baldwin 

born on january 3, 1946

nickname is jonesy 

was also a session guitarist like jimmy 

they had worked together before 

when he found out jimmy was forming a group he called jimmy and was basically given the spot immediately 

not only was the bassist but also the keyboardist 

and could play the recorder 

insanely talented. put some respect on his name 

he talks in italics i swear to god 

i don't have mainly crazy stories about jonesy bc he wasn't about that life 

deadass he would go on stage, perform, walk off stage and go to a whole separate hotel from the other

he would only tell one person where he was at and told them not to call unless for super urgent emergencies 

pissed peter grant off so much lmao 

wasn't really super close to anyone in the band tbh 

but bonzo was probably his greatest friend in the band 

jimmy and robert kind of leave him out in my opinion 

or they use to 

when he found out that jimmy and robert were making their own symbols instead of picking out of a book like he was he said “of course!”  and laughed 

was pretty much left out of the live aid show 

he had to squeeze himself on the stage and wasn't even able to play bass. he had to play the keyboard 

“and thank you to my friends for finally remembering my phone number” -savage as hell john paul jones 

he was one of the two people who found john bonham dead 

it’s sad to think about

is actually quite funny

he has this kind of dry humor?? idk but it’s amazing 10/10 content 

when john paul jones walks into the room interviewers break into a sweat

managed to look like a completely different person every year throughout the seventies or is it just my eyes?

has an Instagram account now go follow it for cute throwback photos lol

that’s all i really have for generic useless information about led zeppelin members for beginners. i hope it was somewhat entertaining. i'll make some more beginners stuff for led zeppelin. i will make y'all stan them lmao. i'm tagging @babygotblueeyes​ bc i know for a fact you want to get into them <3

[zwiezraczek]

Hi! It's me again; the fully angsty Billy loving anon with a new request! She/Her 16 Billy (and usual) The ghosts takes Y/N as hostage for a mission to hit bad guys nr. Something + get info. Things goes sideways when Y/N actually knows Four before he "died". Y/N's not so happy about the truth. Or something like that~ Btw, can I be 🐼-anon, so you know it's me? 😊

Liar [Blurb]

16. “This wasn’t planned at all.” // You are the Ghost’s hostage for mission purpose, but you find out that the one they call Four is Billy, your bestfriend…

Part 2: Believer

~~~

You couldn’t breathe, every breath you tried to take became painful as a bag covered your whole face. Who the fuck tried to do that, to you? Whoever they were, they were screwed. Screwed because you were the daughter, the one and only daughter, of the most important man at the moment. And maybe his assistant, but that was secondary.

Your father always told you to have bodyguards by your side, for safety reasons, and you always refused. Now, you wished you hadn’t. How stubborn you were, how stupid you were thinking that you could get away with these three people – way more trained than you were, probably hitmen – as you came back home from a party. Your head was about to explode, you were almost breathless as you heard voices all around you, confused voices, blurred voices, some lights hitting your face from outside you guessed, as you were hunched up in trunk.

“Is she alive,” the voice of a man asked, you could barely hear him but you were sure he had a Hispanic accent. Fuck, they absolutely drugged you after putting your head into that stupid bag.

“She’s sleeping,” a woman’s voice replied – wrong honey. “She should wake up in a few hours, until then I’ll watch her medical status.” Medical what, you thought. This explained the dizziness you had, not that you hadn’t figured out that your head in a bag was a bad thing, but the drugs things explained a lot. Maybe too much. Paired with alcohol? You’d be asleep for a few hours for sure… But not now. You tried to keep your eyes open, to listen to the voices.

“She’s a pain in the ass,” a woman with a strong French accent commented and you couldn’t agree more. “I hope that One knows what he’s doing, because her father will either give us what we want or try to kill us.” And she was smart, you already liked her, as much as you could like the ones taking you as a hostage of course. No Stockholm syndrome, your father mentioned that to you.

“One knows what he does,” the other woman replied, you felt her touch on your neck, first searching for it and then looking if you were still breathing. “At least I hope he does.”

Whoever this One was, he better watched out because once you weren’t under the influence of alcohol and drugs you would be a true pain in the ass, as the French woman said. You fought strongly, your eyes closing slowly, the voices becoming distant, you were sleepy and then, suddenly, you fell asleep.

~~~

The light, the fucking light. They dared to put you under a lamp, casting its light on your eyes. Bastards. They took off your bag, and you began to wriggle, wanting to get up and kick their asses. Blinded by the light, of course, what a genius you were. But they secured your arms and feet, your whole body under ropes, a powerful anesthetic the ropes, truly. You began to blink, helplessly, trying to avoid the light, and at the same time wantingto see who the people around you were. You could tell by the smell that you were in the middle of some abandoned place, a place where your father could have taken a hostage too. They were more clever than you thought. Your lips weren’t dry, and somehow you were thankful for that little attention, not a luxurious hotel but at least you could talk properly and save your saliva for your cries.

“Who the fuck are you,” your voice blasted in the room as you heard a thump, the person probably not expecting you to yell like this. You seemed pretty fragile, pretty thin and pretty inoffensive, but your mouth? Sharper than a blade. “My father will hear about this…!”

“She’s playing Malfoy,” a mocking man’s voice said, as you could see a silhouette near you. He turned off the light. Still blinded, great. Slowly, as your eyes were accustoming to the lighting, you detailed his face, a motherfucker. Nothing else. “So lovely, you will help us with your father, right? Or you’ll join Voldemort’s side?”

“Fuck, you,” you replied, blinking again, wanting to spit, but as you previously thought: saliva to talk not to waste.

“Stop toying with her,” the woman’s voice with the French accent said. The only one to be sensible here, didn’t seem difficult. “Ask her questions or let me do it,” she impatiently continued as you heard heels hit the floor. Dirty floor, the heels were actually difficult to be heard.

“Relax Bond, I got this,” the man reassured her before you burst into laughter.

“You got nothing, you’ll have nothing and you are fucking screwed,” you finally said, as he strangely looked at you. Now, you could see his face perfectly, a man in his forties, beard, not too muscular… You would remember that face for sure. Next to him, the French woman, you assumed, with her blond hair falling in her shoulders as she looked at you, with a knowing look. Not her first interrogatory, for sure. “I’ll Malfoy you as much as I wish because I know that you’re on the loser’s spot.”

“Not so fast, young lady,” the man said, waving his index in front of your eyes. How much you wanted to bite this index. “You’re here, doesn’t really matter where, as our guest, I won't say hostage, it seems pretty…”

“Barbaric,” you completed, coldhearted.

“Barbaric, exactly! You’re pretty smart, sadly you can’t join us,” he complained. “Whatever, you’ll stay here until either your dear father will do as we want, or until you’ll spill the beans.”

“The tea,” a familiar voice corrected in the background, “we say spill the tea.”

“Four, you see, I’m in the middle of something right here,” the man complained, turning back to face “Four”.

“Wanker,” you said, looking at the ceiling right now, “I fucking won’t speak and will watch you die when my father’s men will come and kill you all, one by one before ripping your hea…Billy?” You almost got a heart attack.

“Y/n,” the blond man blurted, surprised as he went closer.

“This wasn’t planned at all,” the forty years old man next to you whispered, putting his hand on Billy’s shoulder.

Billy. But… He died, three years ago. He went out chasing after a fucking necklace or whatever, a girl saved the necklace and not him – and got a bullet straight into her head, your job, neat job. Your father was furious when he heard that you killed that girl, his second most precious thief, but you didn’t care: she let your bestfriend die. She chose the mission, and left a man behind. You cried your eyes out during several days, your bestfriend was dead, and no necklace could repair the shit going along with it. The depressive state, the clouds in your mind, the will to revenge him: you became violent, you went on missions your father didn’t want you to, you held a gun – sadly not when the kidnapped you – and you shot people. Just for the sake of killing. Just to get some relief.

But Billy… He wasn’t dead, he stood right here, in front of your eyes. You couldn’t mistake him for anybody else, he called you by your name. You wanted to punch him in the face, you wanted to scream at him, you wanted to fucking hug him. You wanted to know that it was your Billy.

“Why”, were the only words you could whisper, as his eyes met yours. You felt anger, rage, despair, you felt it all.

“You… Don’t have to know,” he concluded, before turning back, to flee this room, this basement.

“You fucking coward, you made me suffer, you made me cry and now you tell me that I don’t have to know,” you cried out. “I have the fucking right to know!”

“Okay people, let’s not have this conversation right now,” the man next to you stated as you gave him a death glare.

“If he doesn’t speak to me, I’ll fucking refuse to give you any information. Any. And so will my father.” These were the words that made Billy froze, and the man next to you but you didn't give a fuck about that. “If you want to know things, he’ll have to fucking speak with me.”

“Deal.”

~~~

The room was silent, only the two of you. Billy refusing to look you right in the eyes, as you looked at him. You felt anger in your whole body, the ropes against your skin helping you to remain calm. But still, everything was so… Strange. Your bestfriend, the one you trusted, who was gone, was in fact alive and trying to kidnap you – basically he wasn’t but his crew was.

“You should fucking apologize.”

“What,” he said, looking at you now.

“I killed that girl when she went back telling that she let you die, I cried at your funeral to the fucking point of not being able to stay there until the fucking end, I killed fucking people because I was enraged because I lost my fucking bestfriend. The least you can do is fucking apologize.”

“Since when you’re swearing so much,” he remarked.

“Fuck you,” you replied. “Apologize, you wanker.”

“I’m… Sorry. I didn’t know they would bring you here.”

“No shit.”

“Listen, y/n, the things are much more complicated than you think…”

“You have the leisure to explain me what the fuck is going on here,” you retorted, looking into his eyes.

“Where do I begin…”

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Is it time for Lumen updates??

I haven’t added anything today, but here’s a blurb anyway!

This is from chapter one, btw.

     This city was small. She could tell that much simply by her short conversations with the nurses in the hospital, but sometimes small, unfamiliar cities are worse than large ones. They always left Syth feeling vaguely like an intruder.

    But it was often easier to find a motel, at least, less ground to cover. She found herself in the front office of a motel looking at a man in an orange warm-up suit with some sort of TV dinner cooling on his lap as he snored.

    “Um.” She hit the bell on the front desk, and in the next moment, the man in the orange warm-up suit jerked up in his chair and the meal tumbled from his lap. Green peas rolled across the floor, and Syth winced. “Oops.”

    Orange warm-up suit guy, Gary by the little name placard stacked on top of a pile of manga, sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Can I help you?”

    Syth remembered then why she avoided small towns and especially small town motels where guys named Gary fall asleep eating microwave TV dinners in their orange warm-up suits and make people feel guilty for waking them up. There were more of them in the world than one would think. “I just want a room.”

    “You aren’t superstitious, are you?” He reached behind the desk to a peg board where a few sets of keys hung from little hooks.

    “No,” she lied.

    Gary handed her the keys to room thirteen with a smirk. “It’s haunted. Has been for about twenty years now, ever since the last owner died.”

    “I’m not going to pay you extra.”

    “I never said…”

    “I’ve stayed in my fair share of haunted hotels and motels and bed and breakfasts, Gary. They all want you to fork out a little extra cash for the experience.” She slid the keys back across the desk. “Do you have any non-haunted rooms?”

    “Thought you said you weren’t superstitious.” He slid them back.

    Syth closed her fist around them and felt the teeth of the key bite into the skin of her palm. “Fine. How much?”

    Gary set his slightly hairy jaw and frowned. “Twenty bucks.”

[emperorsfoot]

So, in case you missed the two tiny ship posts I made about it, my father died yesterday. 

(Thank you for your sympathy. That’s very kind, but I don’t want your condolences.)

My feelings about my father are complicated. 

He was not a bad father. He never mistreated me or my sister. 

But he was also just sort of... not... there...

Back when my parents were married, my father’s job made him travel a lot. So he was rarely almost ever home. When he did come home, he would bring back all kinds of toys, and clothing, and gifts for my sister and I and at the time that was really cool. (Looking back as an adult, I realize this was him trying to buy our love.)

He also used these business trips to cheat on my mom. (I did not find that out until years later.) 

After he left that job he was home a lot more and one would think that’d be great. But now that he was home, all he did was fight with my mom. Loudly. A lot. He never physically hurt her. Once again, my father never actually mistreated any of us. He was just never there during my formative years, then always argued with my mother -very loudly, and with slurs- and didn’t bother with censoring himself around my sister and I. 

I found out he hadn’t “left” his job, but was “fired”. And had not found a new job to replace it. 

I found this out when cops showed up at our house telling us we no longer lived there. Apparently, my father had stopped paying the mortgage and the bank repossessed our house. (I was the one who answered the door, BTW. It was terrifying for an eleven-year-old.)

Needless to say, after that my parents marital problems got worse. 

My sister moved in with her best friend’s family for the latter half of her senior year, then into the dorms at her collage. She was taken care of in terms of housing. 

My parens and I bounced around a couple different hotel rooms before we found an affordable apartment. (Yes, I was homeless for a couple months between 5th grade and 6th grade.) We were in one apartment for three years. It was not rent controlled and when my parents became unable to afford the increased rent costs we were hard pressed to move again. 

By the time we got to the second apartment, my parents were so done with each other that they weren’t even sleeping in the same room together. My father had his own room, and my mother bunked with me. 

This lasted for a few years until one day when I was seventeen, they were having one of their many, many, many fights in the kitchen and I wanted a snack but their argument was in my way. So I just up and snarled at them to get a divorce already! Why were they even staying together? Not “for the children”. My sister had been living on her own for six years now and didn’t need them. I was certainly getting no benefit from them cohabitation with me. So why were they even bothering?

So, they finally got divorced. 

My mother and I kept the apartment and my father moved out. 

I did not see or hear from him for several years. 

He sent me a birthday card once. He got a date right, but forgot my age. After that, I would get random phone calls asking me about my life, or just my day at odd times (usually while I was at work and coulee not answer). He was trying to form a connection of some kind. He was just going about it badly. 

Finally, he decided to transition from “unemployed” to “retired”, and asked me to help him move. 

He had been living somewhere down near San Diego at the time (it’s cheaper than LA, I have lived in LA my whole life) and wanted to move out of state to some place with a lower cost of living. Before contacting me, he sent out to realtors all over the country for listing packets (or whatever) and there was this one realtor who included her photo on her business card. She was in her late thirties, blond, and showing some shoulder. So my father decided she was gonna be his realtor. 

I don’t know why I agreed to go with him, but I did. We piled into his car and went on a road trip to a place called Hickman Country, Tennessee. 

The trip was four days off cheap motels, bad food, and misadventures that eventually became hilarious stories I brought back to my friends. 

Finally, we get to Hickman Country and meet the realtor he thought was pretty enough to drive 2000 mils to meet. 

Turns out, that picture was 20 years old. The realtor was almost sixty, ...and dying of cancer. Joy.

We were instead helped by another realtor who was splitting her commissions with the first one. 

This was also happening either a year after, or only a couple of months after those huge floods that devastated Nashville and the surrounding area back in 2010. (Hickman County is about an hour [depending on speed limits] south of Nashville, and was hit just as hard by the floods.) Every house we were shown was dirt-cheap and super affordable (the same acreage in LA would have been in the billions, these houses barely broke the hundred-thousands), but was also covered in a layer of fresh damp mold. Sometimes the line on the wall was well above my head indicating that this house was almost completely submerged under water. 

I didn’t want my father to buy any of these. 

But, he drove all this way and already liquified all his assets. He was not going back to LA. He was determined to buy a house here. So, we expanded the search area a little and the realtor showed him a little nothing of a town called “Cable Unincorporated” (if you look it up, you will find it on the map, but back then is was not even on the map). Coble was located within the borders of Hickman County, but not legally considered part of it, hence the use of “Unincorporated” into the name. 

The “two square” consisted of a church on one side, and a restaurant/general store/gas station on the other side. If you were on the road just passing through Coble, you wouldn’t even realize it was a town. You’d think it was an abandoned gas station. But, you wouldn’t be passing it on the road anyway because it was so far out of the way, even if you got lost, you wouldn’t even stumble upon it by accident. You had to be looking for Coble in order to find it. 

But, it was above the flood plane, and so all of the houses were dry. 

My father bought 11 acres of land with a 2-bedroom house on it for 35k. Eleven acres and a livable dwelling for $35,000. Do you understand that!?

I’m now gonna skip over a few years to 2018 when he had his stoke.

Remember how I said Coble was “out of the way”? 

Well, in January of 2018, my father had a stroke. His closest neighbor was the one who found him. We don’t know how long after the stoke it was. She just said she saw him laying on the floor and called 911. 

Even with a helicopter, it took 3 hours to get him to anything resembling a hospital. 

Thing about that for a second. 

Air lift helicopter. 

Three hours to get to a hospital. 

That’s how far out of the way, and in the middle of nowhere he chose to live. 

Anyway, after the stroke he could not go back to living alone. So, my sister and I flew out there to try and figure things out. It was too expensive to bring him back to California with us. Even if we pooled our resources we would not have been able to pay for his care. So, he had to stay in Tennessee. We found a home that was affordable and had an opening and we arranged for him to live there. This one was in a real town with a deal hospital. 

He fought us at every step of the way. 

He wanted to go back to his house in the middle of “in the middle of nowhere”, and die there. 

In retrospect, we should have just let him do that. My sister and I spent the net two years slowly being dragged down in debt paying for his care. 

Yeah, I said Tennessee was “more affordable” but being “more affordable” does not mean that it was actually “affordable”. And, because he owned that absurdly large piece of land, it disqualified him for any kind of state assistance. 

We tried to sell the property, but -amazingly- no one wants to buy large tracks of land in an area that’s so out of the way it might as well be a mythical fae land only accessible through a mushroom ring. 

Anyway, that was two years ago. It’s April 2020.

He’s finally dead now. 

My sister and I are both in debt so deep we’ll never be able to pull ourselves out of it. 

And there’s a global pandemic going on so I can’t even collect his ashes. 

So, that’s the deal with me and my father. 

[tnffc]

Steter with 21? I love your writing so much btw!!

Ok so, I hope I used the right propt post, which would mean this was “best friend’s sibling au”

It took me quite some time to come up with a version here that worked for me but I am finally done!

So have some very alternative steter:

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Stiles grinned when he saw the beautiful house in the woods come into view.

And he grinned even wider when he saw his best friend Derek step out onto the front porch as he parked his old jeep next to the two other cars.

He got out and Derek shook his head with a smile.

“I can’t believe you are still driving that old thing, it’s a miracle it hasn’t broken apart right underneath your butt yet.”

Stiles patted roscoe’s hood.

“Don’t listen baby, he couldn’t understand the bond we share.”

That made the werewolf raise his eyebrows in the trademark Hale way.

“Should I be jealous?”

After Stiles got his duffle back out of the trunk he jogged up the stairs and went right in for a bear hug with Derek.

“Don’t worry dude, you’ll always be my number one best friend.”

He felt the warm, throaty laugh from Derek rumbling through both their chests and a reassuring hand in the middle of his back.

“I am glad to know that. Now come in dumbass, dinner is almost ready.”

~*~

Catching up with Derek and eating home made burgers was awesome and Stiles just then realized how much he had missed being able to do that while both of them had been away for college.

Time had flown by so fast and before they knew it it had almost been two years since they last had had physical contact.

Of course they had texted and skyped now and then, but it just wasn’t the same as hanging out and spending some quality time.

Derek had gotten even taller and broader it seemed, but Stiles realized he himself had grown as well, because now he was almost Derek’s height, although nowhere near his general size.

And of course werewolf physique meant the guy was able to maintain his muscled appearance just by being.

But Stiles had long stopped envying that. He was doing alright himself, college had taught him that much.

“You got really good at preparing food dude, I was worried all you might eat in college was raw meat from animals you hunted yourself or something.”

Derek grinned.

“I had a short ramen noodle phase, but then I met Braeden and she introduced me to the passion of preparing food, especially for others.”

Stiles smiled as his friend talked about the woman he loved and at the same time really wished he had somebody who made him smile that way.

“Man, you have to introduce her to me while I am visiting. I want to get to know the person that has you grinning like that. She must be amazing.”

Derek kept grinning and his cheeks turned a little red “She really is.”

Stiles took a gulp from his soda before putting it back down.

“I am so glad you got someone, you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

And Derek looked down onto his plate with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Stiles.”

“Only the truth buddy.”

~*~

They were sitting in the living room and playing video games like back in school. Normally A werewolf would easily beat a human, but Stiles’ mother had been the pack’s emissary before she died and Stiles had inherited her magical powers, so he always used a little bit of magic to level the playing field.

It was only fair.

Derek said “Someone just arrived” and moments later the front door opened and not long after someone walked into the living room.

“Derek, who is parking in my usu-”

Peter Hale, looking just as delicious as Stiles remembered, wearing a white v-neck, leather jacket and skinny jeans looked down at Stiles.

Stiles, who was ungracefully sitting on the floor with the controller in hand like a goblin with a treasure and the chewed up lid of his bottle of soda between his teeth.

Derek cleared his throat.

“Peter, you remember Stiles? My best friend from school?”

Peter smirked.

“Oh right, the fact you are chewing on plastic should have reminded me. Even though I was mostly away in college during Derbear’s high school years.”

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Don’t call me that. You were mostly away partying if anything. Just in case your memory is as bad as his, this is Peter my quasi big brother.”

Stiles nodded.

“Yeah I remember. He is actually your uncle, but only six years older than you and you grew up like siblings. And if I remember correctly you were studying to become a lawyer. right?”

Peter and Derek both gave him the Hale eyebrows of curiosity.

Derek with a side of judgement, Peter with a side of- something…

“Yes.” Peter confirmed then “You are correct. I’m actually on a good way to becoming county attorney.”

At that Derek pretended to fall asleep and snored loudly.

“Go brag somewhere else asshole, we want to continue playing the game.”

Peter shrugged “I have work to do anyway.” and then turned on the spot to go upstairs.

Stiles looked at his back -and ass- as he left.

When he was certain Peter was upstairs and would not hear him whispering he looked up to his friend.

“So since he’s still living here, Peter hasn’t chosen a mate yet?”

Derek made a face at the question.

“Ewww Stiles, please tell me you aren’t thinking about boning my brother.”

Stiles tilted his head.

“Yeah I guess that would be weird huh?”

For a moment Derek just stared into nothing and then he sighed deeply.

“No…I get why you would…you two would actually kind of fit together…it’s just…he is not the type to settle down and I really don’t want to get caught in the crossfire when it ends badly.”

Interesting.

“I get what you mean, but nothing could ever change the friendship we have. And I am not looking to settle down either. What I find fascinating is the fact you aren’t at all doubting he would be into me.”

Derek snorted.

“You are Hale catnip Stiles. Have you forgotten Cora, Laura and my cousin Anthony? Mum would probably consider you her favorite child if that was socially acceptable and we have been best friends since first day of kindergarten. Of course Peter would be into you.”

Yes Stiles remembered how obsessed the entire Hale family was with him. He had actually considered Peter a bit of an exception because the guy had never given him as much as a second glance.

“Huh…” he said non-committal and then turned back to the game.

“My turn, I chose rainbow road.”

Derek groaned and let his head fall back onto the couch cushions.

“You really are just as much of an asshole as Peter…”

~*~

When it was 3am Stiles and Derek both decided it was time to head to bed.

The days of pulling all-nighters just for fun were behind them it seemed.

But it had still been a great day and Stiles was looking forward to the next two days.

He also slept in the guest room this time, mostly because he didn’t want to bother them get out a mattress and bedding and shove all that into Derek’s room when there was a perfectly ok bed to sleep in.

He didn’t need the high school experience that badly.

They wished each other goodnight and Stiles went to unpack what he needed for the night.

A sniff at his shirt then told him he really should take a shower before bed.

He wouldn’t want to insult anybody’s sensitive nose after all.

In his boxers and with a towel he made his way to the bathroom only to find Peter in his pajama pants already waiting in front of it.

The door was locked and there was the noise of the running shower coming from the inside.

He rubbed his neck.

“So Derek beat us to it I assume, shouldn’t take long…”

Peter shook his head.

“It’s Laura, she apparently decided to sleep over since she has a case here. Even though her office would definitely pay for a hotel.”

You could hear the frustration in the guy’s voice and Stiles tilted his head.

“You don’t like your sister staying over?”

Stiles got a thickly sweet smile back, he knew Peter probably used it with difficult people at work all the time.

“She has the habit to take forever and to use up all the warm water.”

Yeah ok, that was a bit annoying.

“I see.”

They stood there for a while in silence.

Then finally Stiles decided that was getting too awkward.

He tried to come up with a harmless conversation starter.

Unfortunately the first thing that came to mind while looking at Peter was maybe not the best question for that.

He apparently had stared too long because Peter caught his eyes and gave him a sly smile.

“Take a picture darling, I am very photogenic.”

“I thought werewolf eyes ruin the shot…”

There was a soft chuckle.

“You can learn to control it. I can’t be a public figure and all my pictures turn out bad.”

That made sense.

“Smart. I was actually kind of wondering where your pack tattoo is…but I feel like that might be an insensitive question.”

Peter seemed to consider his response while staring at Stiles.

“Most werewolves put it on a relatively good visible spot so they can be identified as part of their respective pack. I prefer to keep my cards a bit closer. It is on the inside of my left thigh. I-”

Before Peter could say whatever he had wanted to say next the door of the bathroom flew open.

“Oh my god Peter, I swear if you offer Stiles to show him your tattoo I am going to barf. I can smell both of your interest through the fucking door.”

Peter glared at her.

“Is there warm water left?”

She gave him a mean grin “Maybe a little, have fun asshole. Good night Stiles, great to see you again. And if you let Peter fuck you I’ll be disappointed.”

And with that she left both of them.

They gave each other a glance and Peter went to see if the water still ran hot.

“She didn’t lie. Maybe you should go first Stiles, I will survive taking a cold shower.”

Wow, considering what Derek and the others usually said about Peter that was uncharacteristically considerate.

The man seemed to read his thoughts.

“Don’t take all they say at face value Stiles. I can be very nice if I think somebody deserves it.”

Stiles was a bit confused.

“And I do?”

Peter came closer and grinned.

“You haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise. Now take the offer or leave it before I decide I’m an unredeemable asshole after all.”

His thoughts were running fast to come to a decision and suddenly he had a terrible, aweful, delightful idea.

He gave Peter a sly grin himself and stepped into the man’s space.

“We could always just share. Might be a good opportunity to show me that tattoo.”

Peter did not step back and instead licked his lips.

“What about Derek? Or Laura’s disapproval?”

Stiles made another step and their bodies touched, chest to chest, face to face.

“Derek said we would be a good fit and who says I have to be the one getting fucked. Unless you aren’t up for it.”

Peter’s eyes were full of mischievous joy.

“I am up alright.”

“Then let’s get clean.”

[tarmairons]

on a scale of 1-10 how likely is it that Esmé survived the fire

i don’t want to clog up anyone’s dash with my somewhat extensive rambling sooo

okay so!!!! book esmé is fine!!! ‘fine’ being a relative term of course bc she’s probably traumatized after everything that happened but that’s a whole different topic that i could go on about for hours POINT BEING she’s out there living and breathing and being alive!!! i mean she was on the 2nd floor and book olaf didn’t literally send her to her death (what the f*ck was that btw, netflix, huh) so assuming she took her blindfold off and found her way to the staircase she and carmelita are good

plus, i can’t not bring up this bit from the beatrice letters where “some villainess or other” with the initial E is implied to be alive and well post-asoue 👀

now netflix esmé is uh. probably dead. which hurts me. it also hurts to consider that maybe she died and carmelita survived so that’s something to think about if you love pain and suffering! so yeah. for some godforsaken reason netflix moved her to the sixth floor and then had olaf send her down to the laundry room and we just don’t know what happened next  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

maybe she smelled smoke eventually and backtracked and made it out alive, or maybe she went down to get the sugar bowl anyway bc she had zero brain cells left at that point and her hyperfixation on the damn thing was stronger than her basic survival instinct

realistically esmé died but i mean if justice strauss made it off the damn roof using the stairs (it was kind of implied that the elevator broke down once she and olaf and the kids reached the roof?) then esmé could have done the same… IT’S LIKE even if she actually went down to the laundry room she would’ve realized it’s on f*cking fire and turned right back around right?????? she’s not gonna walk through literal fire for a piece of pottery right???? god fuckin dammit ms squalor 

i mean an arsonist dying in a fire is very Poetic Justice ™ (and it goes along especially well with my outlandish esmé-started-the-baudelaire-fire headcanon)

+ i saw some posts by people claiming to see esmé in the bg of the strauss & lemony scene in front of the burning hotel but i watched that shit with a magnifying glass and none of the main characters like her or jerome etc are seen leaving the building so idk

ULTIMATELY my personal opinion/headcanon (whether we’re talking book/netflix universe bc i like to mix and match them in my fics/hcs anyway so whatever) is that she survived… barely, but at least she’s not a pile of ashes :) and she and jerome got a divorce and he moved in with his lumberjack bf and esmé kept the penthouse and went back to work to distract herself from the fact that her entire life crumbled to pieces and i guess carmelita stuck around?? i always imagined that she and esmé parted ways but since it was stated that her actual parents were killed and she had no one to go back to i guess she stayed with esmé 

much to think about!!! but yeah that would require a separate essay-length post about post-fire esmé and i have quite a few hcs that are probably way too deep for a kids show but yeah i love to make everything dark and over-emotional uwu

and last but not least, i offer my sincerest apologies to anon who probably expected a one word answer sdsfhgdhfgd