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[astermath]

second chance ₓₒ⋆:

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve decides to ask out the girl who he keeps seeing around hawkins with her nose in a book. he’s a little surprised when he gets brutally rejected, only to find out his “king steve” era is haunting him more than he expected. he attempts to make it up to you and show you he’s changed, even if it takes him a couple of tries.

word count: 4.8K (oops)

warnings: cursing, no use of y/n, bullying, regular size font below!

notes: first time writing for steve YES I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM! YES IT IS THE FAULT OF ALL THE GOOD FIC WRITERS ON HERE! and thus,, I had to participate,, I hope I got his character down, I might write more for him so let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further steve harrington related content!

tagging some writers who have absolutely inspired me to write this with their own incredible fics, be sure to check them out <3 @hungharrington @sunshinesteviee @ghostlyfleur @lilacletter​ @stevenose​ 

As a teenager, you’d grown to hate Hawkins. It was a mundane, small town with boring people, not much to do, not to mention the weird supernatural rumors you’d hear about every other week. 

But nothing was worse than your high school, Hawkins High. There was a strong social hierarchy, with you firmly placed at the bottom. You were a class A nerd, getting good grades, and always reading to distract yourself from your lack of a social life. So naturally, you got picked on a lot. At first it was just some girls in your class, laughing at your big glasses and the way you dressed. But as you got older, you’d caught the eye of so called “king Steve” and his goons.

You’d heard plenty about him by junior year; how rich his parents were, how he was the best at sports, how every girl practically dropped to their knees when he entered a room. He’d started noticing you when his friend Carol pointed you out, sitting alone on a bench outside school, waiting for your dad to pick you up. His finger had pushed your book down so he could look at your face, and you were soon met with his all too cocky grin. 

“Watcha readin’, four eyes?” The ego was nearly dripping off his words, making your stomach turn.

“None of your business.” you pulled your book away, keeping a finger between the pages you were on. “Doubt it’s near your reading level anyways, Harrington.” You may have been nerdy, but you were no pushover. If they wanted to be condescending, then you’d play their game right back at them.

“That’s no way to treat your king, is it?” Tommy chimed in, like a parrot on his shoulder. You were sure that guy would be nowhere without his friend’s reputation, considering he had the personality of a wet sock.

“My king?” You repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t you just leave me alone?” You tried putting your book away, but Carol had snatched it from your hands just before you could reach your bag.

“Oooh, is this your diary or somethin’?” she flipped it open, shit eating grin plastered over her face as she ran her nail over your name written on the opening page. 

“Do you mind? Give it back!” you’d reached out to grab it from her, but she’d already tossed it back to Steve, who was now holding it high above his head. 

“Come and get it sweetheart,” He smirked. “Might have to get real close for it though.” Tommy laughed like a hyena at his taunting, and you swore you would have punted him if they didn’t outnumber you. 

You scowled, ready to just grab your bag and make a swing for it. “Over my dead body, Steve.” You spat his name, and he grinned at your response. 

“Ahh, shouldn’t have said that.” He dropped the book down into the muddy puddle in front of you, stepping on it to make matters worse. 

You watched, mouth slightly agape as tears welled up in your eyes. Carol cackled while you stood frozen, clutching your bag as you watched the pages soak up the filthy water under his foot. You had every reason not to like Steve, he was like every movie’s description of a high school bully. But he’d destroyed something personal of yours. So now you had every reason to hate Steve.

And the bullying never stopped there. He’d laugh when Carol put her gum in your hair, when Tommy would bump into you extra hard in the hallway, when you’d turn around every time you saw him.

So when graduation came, you couldn’t be happier to get out of there and go to college.

Except your dad got fired from his job. And so, after just a year of college, you’d abandoned your dream of majoring in English literature and returned to the sad, miserable old town you grew up in. 

So you’d taken on a job in your local bookstore, hoping to make enough money to rent an apartment anywhere else soon. You spent the rest of your time reading and writing, usually outside to get some inspiration. You weren’t surprised to see a lot of familiar faces, though you’d never actually spoken to most of them. College was expensive, and a lot of people from Hawkins were just going straight into working than bothering to study. Or maybe some were in the same unfortunate position as you, tragically locked to your hometown.

You were sat outside the backside of the mall, listening to people’s conversations around you. Though you were never much of a socialite, you were very interested in the way people interacted with one another, especially if they were from completely different backgrounds than you.

Two books sat besides you, knees brought up close to your chest as your papers leaned against your legs. You messily wrote down strings of sentences and words of inspiration, a description of what you were seeing too, every now and then. You were an aspiring writer, hoping your literary skills would one day break you out of your current situation, but with the current state of the world, that’s all you could really be. Hopeful.

You were daydreaming about the life you’d build for yourself, finger running over the tip of your pen. You were so involved in your own train of thoughts, you almost hadn’t noticed the sudden new presence besides you. 

“Watcha writin’, pretty girl?” 

The voice sounded familiar. A little too familiar for your liking, actually. You kept your eyes on the page, hoping you conveying your disinterest was working in driving the guy away. You sighed, clicking the pen a few times. “Do you really care, or do you just wanna bother me?”

You could hear a faint chuckle, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sound nice. Still, you were working, and you preferred not to be disturbed when you were.

“You got me there,” the guy spoke, and you could tell he’d moved a little closer, because you could now smell a sliver of his cologne. “Was never one for books, but I’ve been wanting to read more. What is this, Pride and Prejudice?” He picked up one of the books, and you turned, about to take it from when your eyes landed on his face, freezing midway when you finally realized why he sounded so familiar.

Steve motherfucking Harrington.

Same cocky smile, same brown eyes, same somehow always perfectly styled hair, and probably same asshole altogether.

You squinted slightly, not sure if you were hallucinating or not. “... Steve Harrington?” You question, and you could tell he doesn’t quite know how to react at first.

Truth be told, Steve had changed. A lot. All the things he’d gone through, the connections he’d made, the ego checks he got, it made him a new man. Or so he definitely liked to believe. But he was also painfully aware of his reputation, his old persona still haunting him sometimes. Still, he’d never seen you before, so he hoped it was a relatively positive image you had of him.

“I guess my reputation precedes me,” he smiled, and you think it’s the first time you’d ever seen him genuinely smile. Not the smile he gave you when his friends were teasing you, no, this one was much softer. “Or maybe... We’ve met before?”

And then it clicked.

Steve had no clue who you were.

Sure, you’d developed a better sense of style over the years. You no longer needed braces, you had grown into your body better, and your glasses fit your face a lot more. But you didn’t think you changed that much. Besides, your personality had remained the same. You were still the sharp tongued, book loving, nerdy girl he’d bullied back then.

It was true, he didn’t recognize you. He was almost certain you were new in town, telling his best friend Robin that if he knew you, he’d definitely recognize a face that pretty. She had no clue who he was talking about, this mysterious girl he’d seen reading and writing all over Hawkins, so she just told him to make a move. So he did.

“So uh,” He leaned his arm over the backside of the bench, facing you. “I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go out sometime. Y’know, catch a movie, go to the arcade, whatever you’d like to do for fun, uh...” he flipped the book open on the first page, reading your name aloud. And then it clicked for him too. You weren’t new here, and you most certainly knew him. He looked back up at you, already getting ready to apologize when you snatched the book from his hands and got up. 

“Go fuck yourself, ‘king Steve’.” You scowled, shoving your stuff in your bag and angrily walking off.

He had to admit, that stung, hearing you use his old nickname like that, and then watching you storm off. He was starting to realize that there were more consequences to his high school endeavors than he’d initially imagined, that he couldn’t just move on and pretend that he was a new person now. He had to make things right. Starting with you, the pretty girl with the glasses. 

“And-- and then, wait for it-- I look into the book, right?” Steve stands behind the counter of Family Video, hands motioning vividly as he tells his friend about what had happened the day before.

Robin nods, mumbling some kind of “uhuh” as she continues to organize the shelves.

“And it’s her! It’s four eyes!” He exclaims, looking expectantly at his colleague, hoping for a big reaction.

“I’m sorry, who?” Robin’s face contorts in confusion, turning to face him with a hand on her hip.

“Shit, uh, she was like always reading and stuff, and she had these-- these glasses, they were way too big for her face, and--”

His sentence was cut short by the jingle of the door opening, and the two of them looked to see you there, who was clearly not expecting a welcome committee. Your gaze crossed Steve’s, and for a moment he felt like you were about to kill him with just your stare. You rolled your eyes, scoffing audibly and started looking through the shelves.

Robin looked at Steve, mouthing a “is that her”, to which he nodded stealthily. She replied by smiling approvingly, as if she now understood exactly why he wanted to make things right. You were really pretty, she could definitely see that.

You damn near slammed down the tape you wanted to rent for the day on the counter, avoiding eye contact as you looked through your bag for your wallet.

“Are you already registered at Family Video or—“

“No.” You cut him off, head snapping up.

“Alright,” Steve nodded, slightly intimidated. “I’ll just need your name and phone number for the registry.”

You stared at him for a few moments, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Did he really think you were that stupid?

“Are you fucking—“ You looked over at his colleague. “Is he fucking with me?”

Robin shook her head slowly, slightly intimidated. Though she could see why he had to work his way up to talking to you, she had to admit, it was quite funny seeing Steve actually struggle talking to a girl like this.

“We need it in case you don’t return the tape.” He gave you a thin lipped, awkward smile as he got the keyboard out to type it in.

“Fine,” You huffed, “but if I get a personal call from you, I’m changing numbers.” You started to list your phone number and complete your registration. You just wanted to watch the Breakfast Club for christ’s sakes, this was taking ages…

“That’ll be 10 dollars,” he put on a sweet, almost customer service-y smile, “please.”

“Yeah, fine, just—“ You rummaged through your bag, brows furrowing when you still couldn’t manage to find your wallet. You were certain you had it, although you did grab your stuff in a bit of a rush that morning. “I swear it’s here, it’s just under all this other stuff…”

You were about to dump the contents of your bag onto the counter when Steve held up his hand, pulling out his own wallet. “It’s fine, I got it.” He deposited 10 dollars of his own into the cash register, sliding the tape back over to you along with a receipt. “Courtesy of Steve Harrington.”

You looked down at the tape, and something in you wanted to smile. You were still getting used to this, guys doing nice things for you because you were pretty, but it was different from Steve. You were mad at him, and rightfully so. Te, measly dollars wasn’t going to cut it.

You muttered a “thanks”, stuffing the tape in your bag and waving Robin a quick goodbye before speed walking back outside. Your cheeks burned hot, and you hated to admit it, but it was a really cute gesture from Steve.

“She seems nice.” Robin said, watching Steve’s expression falter with a bit of an amused grin.

Steve leaned his face into his hands, watching you leave through the window. “The nicest.” He sighed, lowering his head to rub his hands over his face. “I’m gonna have to give that another try though.”

Robin chuckled, going back to the task at hand. “Good luck with that, casa nova.”

And so he did. He kept trying. It wasn’t just because he wanted to prove something to himself, he was genuinely intrigued by you. Even back in high school, he wondered what was going on in that head of yours when you’d daydream in class, or when you were writing during breaks. But he knew he’d never hear the end of it from Tommy if he talked to you, so he chose the easy way out. Coping by making fun of you. At least that way, he never had to prove to anyone if he liked you or not.

But it wasn’t fair, not towards you, of course. He never should have treated you that way, and this was his chance of making things right. And maybe finally finding out what was always happening in that pretty mind of yours.

You were stacking books on the shelves at your job, humming a tune to yourself. You liked your job, you always got to buy books at discounted prices and read whenever it was quiet. It was a nice step-up to what would hopefully become a real writing job one day, having your own books sold in a place like this.

“Excuse me,” a voice stirred you from your daydreaming, “I’m looking for something new to read.”

You turned, and as soon as you once again caught sight of Steve, your customer service smile faded into a scowl. “You stalking me now, Harrington?”

He put up his hands in a defensive position. “Woah, jump to conclusions much?” He chuckled nervously. “No, I uh... Robin told me you worked here. So I decided to drop by.” He followed closely behind you as you walked to the back to start stacking the shelves there.

“So what are you really doing here, besides bothering me?” You turned, a book clutched to your chest. It reminded him of how you used to walk the halls, always with a book held over your heart. It was almost poetic, now that he thought about it. He knew books were your comfort, so it only made sense you’d always keep one near.

“Like I told you,” he leaned against one of the shelves, hand slipping down just a tad which almost made him lose composure, “I’m looking for somethin’ new to read.”

You raised an eyebrow, and you had to admit, he had your attention. “You?” You scoffed, followed by an almost mocking chuckle. “Shit, I didn’t even know you could read.”

He pretended to be hurt, hand over his heart as he said your name in an offended tone. “I’m wounded! I’m trying to explore more literature and here I am getting judged!” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, blood rushing to your cheeks from embarrassment. You were supposed to be mad, not humor his flirting, no matter how cute he was. “I uh... Well, I read this book not too long ago. It’s about two lovers who travel the world playing the music together, and one of them dies, so the other has to like, find their own sound...” You realized you were rambling a little, wide eyes looking up at him. “Or... Something like that.”

“Yeah! Yeah, that-- that sounds great. Cool. Totally.” He tried his best to brush off how your eyes were making him feel. So pretty, even when behind your glasses, he could tell how much emotion they held.

“Cool, cool,” now you were the one trying to play it cool, fingers fidgeting with the hardcover you were holding. “I’ll, uhm-- go check our stock really quick.” 

He let you do your thing as he looked around the store, flipping through the pages of random books he found. Truth be told, Steve hadn’t read a single book ever since he stopped being forced to because of high school. Not because he hated reading, he just... Wasn’t very good at it. He’d often mouth along with the words, sentence by sentence, sometimes even whispering them to himself.

You returned not long after, strangely enough, with nothing in hand. “So, I think we ran out, but uh...” You adjusted your glasses. “I can lend you my copy.” You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling nervously. “If you want.”

Steve was quite surprised by your proposal. He knew how precious your books were to you, but giving one to him? The guy who’d stomped on your own personal property not even that long ago? Damn. Maybe you were just that nice. Which made him feel even worse for treating you like shit.

“Totally! Yeah, uhm, I’ll take good care of it. Like, seriously, I’ll protect it with my life.” He grinned, and you hated how infectious his smile was. 

“Good,” you handed him your copy, and he could tell it was well loved. “I better not find any mud on this one.” He nodded at your comment, swallowing down his guilt at the memory. There was a bookmark at the front, and he could tell by the dozens of sticky tabs sticking out that you were serious about your reading. So he decided to be serious about it too.

“You can give it back whenever you’re done.” You smiled awkwardly, subtly letting him know he could read it at his own pace. “Just come drop it off when you’re ready.” He was about to thank you, when you raised a finger to interrupt him. “In the exact same condition, Harrington.” Though your gesture was sweet, he could tell you still weren’t fully on good terms with him. That was fine by him, he was glad he was making any progress at all, really. 

“Yeah-- yeah, for sure, no problem.” He stood there for a few seconds, book held under his arm as his other hand busied itself running through his hair. “I’ll uh... I’ll see you around.”

You smiled at how nervous he seemed. “Yeah, totally, see you around Steve.” You gave him a quick wave and went back to stocking the shelves.

Steve heart swelled with a familiar feeling as he walked out. He knew you were pretty, gorgeous even, but seeing you smile, and say his name like that... Man, he felt like an even bigger idiot for being such a douche to you back in the day. You were being so nice, and you had absolutely no reason to. He stood outside, thinking of your sweet voice and cute glasses, and clutched the book to his chest.

Huh. That did actually feel kinda nice.

And so he walked home like that, the entire way, with a tight hold on the book. He’d rather die than let it get damaged now.

One of the first things he did when he got home was go to his room, sit down on his bed and open the book. On the first page, you had your name written, and it brought him right back to when he first saw you again. Something inside him feels superficial and shallow for only talking to you now that you look different, but all the circumstances were different too. You’d both grown, matured, he just wished you’d give him more of a chance to show it.

But in a way, he supposed this was the first step to earning your trust.

He’d spent almost the entire night reading, smiling and even chuckling at some of your annotations. He was glad there was a key at the start, so he knew which color meant what. He’d even grabbed a dictionary from downstairs because he didn’t understand some words, but was eager to learn more. Reading your comments made it feel like you were right there with him. They were funny, making him crack a grin at how outraged you could be at some of the characters’ decisions.

He imagined your face when one of your comments mentioned you’d cried, and his heart twisted at the thought. Because he knew what you looked like when you cried, thick tears running over soft cheeks, lashes wet. He’d be lying if he said you didn’t still look pretty, but man, he was now more insistent on proving he’d changed than ever. Maybe his budding crush was helping that a little too.

A little more than a week later, he’d returned to the store you worked to return the book. Frankly speaking you weren’t sure if was actually going to bring it back, let alone in the exact same condition you’d given it to him in.

“So, what did you think?” Your face beamed a sort of excitement you’d only see when your interests were being discussed, and this was definitely one of them. Besides your boss, you never really had anyone to talk to about books. Though Steve was more of an unconventional choice, you enjoyed the conversation nonetheless.

What surprised you even more was that he’d actually read it. Like really, really read it, including your annotations and comments. It warmed your heart to know he had put actual time and effort into enjoying the whole thing, and he looked pretty cute talking about it too.

“But the ending broke my heart, seriously—“

“I know, right? How could she not have forgiven him for not leaving behind the music sheets? It was clearly to help her move on!”

“Ugh, I know! Man, you get it.” He laughed softly, fingers running through his chocolate colored hair.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You laughed along, the noise in your throat slowly dying out as you got a bit too caught up in the sight of him. Steve Harrington was a handsome young man, that was common knowledge. There was a reason all those girls were always swooning over him, and you hated to admit that you could see where they were coming from. But you didn’t like the overly cocky, flirty side of him you knew in high school. You like this side, the soft, considerate, attentive Steve you’d been getting to know a little better.

Yeah, you were growing fond of him. 

Which is exactly why you’d said yes to hanging out with him at the park the day after. Just “hanging out”, in his own words. He’d been careful not to make the same mistake he did the first time he talked to you, rather easing you into spending time with him one on one. He’d hate to break your trust now that you were finally able to look at him with something other than anger in your eyes.

It was already quite late when the two of you met up. You’d been busy with work, and him with helping out Dustin, so once the two you arrived at the park, it was already dark. You didn’t mind, though. Less chance of other people bothering you. 

You settled on a more secluded area, Steve had even been nice enough to bring a blanket to sit on. You were initially just going to discuss the contents of the latest book he’d borrowed from you, but you had a feeling something else was left to be said.

And he was well aware of this too.

So when you were staring up at the sky, moonlight illuminating your features in a way he’d only seen described in the books he had read, he figured he couldn’t keep talking to you without clearing the air. You deserved that much.

“You know,” he cleared his throat, “I thought about what happened a lot.”

You bring your gaze over to him, tilting your head slightly. “My my, whatever could you mean?” You said, teasingly so. He knew you wanted him to just say it. And who was he to deny you of a justified apology.

He took a deep breath, fingers running through his locks. It had become almost a nervous tic to him.

“I’m really sorry about everything I did.” He said, in the most genuine tone he could muster. “Seriously, I-- I’m just kind of... ashamed, really.” 

You could tell he was struggling to look at you, and you wondered how much thought he’d given this already.

“You never really realize how stupid and insignificant high school shit seems until you get out in the real world, you know? Like-- none of it matters, none of that popularity, shit, and-- and I wish I’d just realized that sooner because now--” He caught sight of your eyes and for a second, completely lost his train of thoughts. He realized he wasn’t getting to the point, suddenly understanding Robin’s need to nervously ramble entirely.

“Point is, I’m really, really sorry for the way I treated you.” His hand inched closer to yours, itching to grab it to emphasize his point. “I’ve changed a lot, and I hope that’s become at least slightly believable.” He smiled nervously, all kinds of possible responses you could give running through his mind.

They all came to a halt when he saw you smile.

That sweet, kind smile he’d seen back in high school and avoided because of how it made him feel.

The same smile that was currently reducing him to a nervous teenage boy with a crush.

“It’s okay, Steve.” You spoke softly, and the words came as a mercy to his overbearing thoughts. Your hand moved over his, and you ran a thumb over his knuckles. His hand was soft, warm, and a little clammy from what you could only assume to be the nerves.

“I’m not gonna make you beg for my forgiveness, don’t worry.” You chuckled, and his heart damn near melted at the sound. He secretly wished they could bottle whatever feeling your laugh gave him, so he could keep it with him in times of need.

“Really?” He tilted his head, brown locks falling in different ways around his face. “Because, like-- I’ll do it. Wait--” He got up on his knees and reached besides the blanket, plucking a stray flower from the grass and kneeling in front of you. He cleared his throat in an exaggerated way, before addressing you with your name. “My dearest, will you please forgive me for being a top shelf douchebag to you before?” 

You couldn’t contain your laugh, feeling your face heat up at the sight of him kneeling in front of you. “Steeeeve!” You exclaimed, hands coming up to cover your face. “Okay, okay, I forgive you!”

He chuckled along with you, reaching out and gently tucking the flower behind your ear. “Alright, well--” he sat down again, now significantly closer than before, turned towards you. “would you perhaps do me the honor of going out with you then?”

You bit your lip, pretending to think about your answer as he looked at you in anticipation. Instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his plush lips. It was better than you’d imagined, his hand finding its way on your cheek as he melted into it. He made a soft, almost pleading noise, once you pulled away, and you swore he’d never looked prettier. 

“Sure, I’ll go out with you.” You brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

He grinned. “I’d hope so, after a kiss like that.”

“Shut up.” You muttered, before connecting your lips again.

He would have done so either way. Because you’d officially rendered Steve Harrington speechless. And painfully in love. 

[tbp-confessions]

Hello hello hello welcome to the black phone confessions blog!!

Let me do a little introduction so y'all can understand a bit or two about this lil ol blog!

first off:

RULES:

1.NO NSFW/SIMPING FOR THE BASEMENT BOYS, GWEN, ANY OTHRR MINOR OR THE GRABBER

Other than the fact most of who was listed are CHILDREN, the basement boys are also victims and/or dead so saying you find them hot or sexy or any of that hot and heepy stuff is a lil strange!!.. (Not tryna be that friend who's "TOO WOKE!!") and the grabber is a literal nonce so.. Keep those away pls!..

This is the most important rule btw

2. NO BIGOTRY

This should be self explanatory no homophobia, racism, ableism and etc etc all that is a BIG BIG NO NO especially if it's aimed at fellow fans of the movie and even the characters (like dude wtf..)

3.PROSHIP CONFESSIONS SHOO SHOO:

Absolutely NOOOOOOO proshippers confess to this blog that "coping mechanism" is absolutely disgusting and should never be allowed especially with ships like the grabber x ANYONE, gwen x Finney and etc "but it's my coping mechanism!" I don't care find a better one

4.NO SHIP WARS

do I have to explain this??.. Aughh... Ok so if someone says "I dont ship *insert ship*" DO NOT harass them everyone has their lil ol taste in who they think would date who

5. Don't bully people for their headcanons..

It's not very awesome sauce in my opinion unless its absolute booty and mis characterizes the character BADLY then it's nothing to cry about

6.NO NAME DROPPING

Like.. Don't mention people by name n shit,, you can be vague but no names involved pls...

Ok that's the rules!!

GET TO KNOW THE MOD!!:

waddup my name is mod cherry/mod Vance 😼 (yk with my PFP being Vance..)

I use she/her/they/them

I am a MINOR (13-15)

I'm the owner of the confession blog obviously

Not gonna try go into Specifics on who I am but that's all on my intro

NOTE:

There may be times I'll be late to doing your confessions and I do apologize it would be me either being busy or sleeping so.. Yeah

ANYWAYS THAT'S ALL THX FOR READIN'!!! >▽<

[kamitv]

I wanted to ask after reading your "thinking about gojo who...", what if his lover his very short? I know you said he wouldn't care about appearance but still....(as in 5'0-5'3)

I LOVE YOU WRITING

I’m 100% certain Gojo would bully anyone 5’5 & under. (In a loving way, ofc, but still.) I could totally see him being one of those guys who teases & taunts his lover about being ridiculously short — probably going out of his way to call them a dwarf, midget, etc… all because he’s nearly a whole foot taller ;)

Ty for readin my works, mwah ^3^

[silverzoomies]

Hey anons, if you got problems with how someone writes a character or fic, DON’T READ IT. Simple as that. Let people write what they want. They’re doing this shit for free and sharing it WITH you, not making it FOR you. If you’re sooooo devasted and upset about one little fic that doesn’t fit your interpretation of your fave, then write something yourself or become a beta reader for authors. Stop going into writer’s inboxes to bully them like you’re five and didn’t get the cookie you begged your mom for.

Anyways Zoomies, keep doing what you’re doing and write what you wanna write for yourself and those who want to read it. You have dedicated readers, including myself <3

kfshgdsjhgkdsgkjshdjkghskjgkdsg nshsgnksgehksdgsdkg sorry for keysmashing i just think this ask speaks for itself !! its so real

🩷🩷🩷 i am so fine with taking criticism, but there comes a point when i completely agree with you anon. and i think - why are you readin' if you don't like it ?? are you just hate readin'?? hell, idk !!

thank youuu for stickin' by and readin' my silly dumb fics !! i love you so so much and i'm gonna keep on writing !! i still can't believe people haven't gotten tired of them by this point !!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[mini-minish]

harrow nico di angelo kinnie moment

[foryouthegays]

spreading propaganda [Dream SMP] liveblog yall lets go. this is so long i am sorry but the end is an actual summary of what happens asldkfa

sellout timer pog: 00:30:20, 01:00:40, 01:31:35, 02:02:03 (for like a second), 02:03:00, 02:34:35

time spent reading donations: 10 minutes, 20ish seconds. 

fanart credit he puts up (all from twitter i think): snumkt, reinneart, lihnsu, sestqr, jester_u, Brigade_Lost, natonyy

also taggin @antarctic-empire-technoblade​ :) theres an actual summary at the end that isnt just me ramblin so,,,,,,ye. i am so sorry its so long a;dkfja i dont know how to condense things 

00:00:35 “i stole a lot of sand recently,” ah yes, a casual conversation starter, the admission of theft 

00:03:55 hE HAS A VILLAGER TRADING HALL CHAPEL IN THE VILLAGE SIR THAT IS ILLEGAL 

00:04:13 

tubbo: -..--...--- 

ranboo: that means beans right

no, ranboo, not it does not (i put it into a translator and it just. it doesnt mean anything. i didnt see any spaces so im just. what was mr tubbo trying to say

00:04:35: relationship advice with technoblade! [reading donation] “‘techno, my boyfriend said he’ll never sub to you, how do i handle this travesty?’ uh, clearly you need to break up with him, and send me more money, is the most- that’s the most unbiased opinion I can give you, it’s just a good life decision, alright? It’s just a good life decision.”

00:16:00 ranboo hi!!!! him garden :D 

HOUND ARMY HOUND ARMY 00:18:10

00:20:15 ‘i have not made a tier list [for dinosaurs] yet’ Y E T? ? ? ?? ? 

00:20:55

“‘Hey, are you uncomfortable with being part of the SBI family dynamic?’ Uh, I don’t really- it’s not a matter of being uncomfortable, it’s just a matter of people making massive revisions to my character and the lore three months into the story without telling me, and it’s like, ‘no, that doesn’t- the story doesn’t- so many things don’t make sense now! What?? What???’ but if you want to make like, fanart of it, it’s fine”

00:21:25 imagine believing in airplanes, couldnt be me

00:21:35 SKLDJFAK a dono is like, hey can u call my new cousin a nerd, and technos like [claps] yOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT MAN im all about bullying infant children 

lakjshdfl 00:26:15 ‘philza this does not sound lore at all please’ poor techno

00:27:30 HKJSFDL :crab: TUBBO IS GONE :crab: also i cant tell if techno says ‘KILL HIM DEAD’ or ‘KILL HIM, DAD’ 

00:30:20 ‘we should have a grinch episode, where i go around stealing presents from l’manburg’ DO IT

also i was in chat at 00:31:25ish and i said ‘subscribe to technoblade’ and RIGHT AFTER techno said ‘did i hear subscribe to technoblade?’ and i felt so heard 

00:33:25 why is his only response to being seen in enemy lines to just stay realllyyyyy still a;lkdfjasf 

00:39:45 ‘this is crucial information coming to you live from anarchy news’ A;LSDKFJA;LSDF

00:46:25 :CRAB: RANBOO IS GONE :CRAB: DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES 

alkdfja; 00:47:55 techno talks (sarcastically) abt how great it is when chat tells him where his stuff is

00:48:50 awww techno showin his not-dad his hound army!!! so cute 

00:55:30 techno specifies that theyre all characters/roleplayin!!!

techno talkin to phil is literally like a kid talkin to his dad after not seein him for a while. like yeah yeah family isnt canon in this but KSJDFLA hes like ‘phillll tommys being annoying also look at this new poster!!!!’ its so cute

01:09:20 A;SDJFADSL THE VILLAGER JUST. FALLS THROUGH THE FLOOR

techno nd phil reference smp earth at 01:19:50!!!!

(ik some people dont like enbyctechno so heres ur warnin, its just for this line tho) techno says ‘no one man should have this power’ but he HAS that power. therefore. mr c!blade is not a guy 01:35:00ish idk im not goin back to check

01:38:35 alright gang lets split up and look for clues 

01:45:20 ‘my chat’s sayin theres a 0% chance this is gonna work,,,,thATS A CHANCE I’M WILLING TO TAKE, CHAT’ skjdflasl;dfjaf (also, bit after, after readin the wiki say its 0% chance: ‘i like those odds’) 

01:48:15 [abt the zombie villager baby] 

Techno: on the bright side, we may have inflicted the optimal amount of trauma onto this child for it to become funny? 

Ranboo: ooooh yeah! it can become a minecraft youtuber!

techno: yeeeeeeah!!

pls get some therapy

a;ldkfassa the mental image of techno ownin an orphanage,,,,paldkfajslfasf 01:51:35

a;ldsifjasdklf ranboo is canonically a villager now, pog 01:56:50

01:57:50 ranboo: ‘they say that im built different, i am built different, in the fact that i have no moral backbone.’

01:58:30 BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD also why is techno so good at the bow like WHAT he looks in third person and turns nd shoots in like a second and hits most of the time its scary literally look at ranboo a;ldsjkfadsf hes like a porcupine 

ASKLJDFASLDF RANBOOS ‘OH NO HE KNOWS HOW TO OPEN DOORS’ AT 02:02:25 JUST HAS SUCH TECHNO SKYBLOCK VID VIBES ADLKJFALSDFJA OH MY GOSH

02:06:35 “i feel there has been an attempt on my life,” "no thats just how we greet each other in our country” nether lore pog?

02:08:45 why does techno casually type at 120 wpm?????  god i hate him so much why is he like thisssss ugh (also it took ~3 seconds to type 7 words (34 characters) which is 140 wpm and 680 cpm if i know how to do math i hate it here) /lh

nd then he types ‘punz we’re all outside your house get over here’ which is 47 characters nd 9 words nd it took him 5 seconds to type which is 564 cpm and 108 wpm so his average (from these two samples which. isnt a lot. should i do a post abt this in the future?) is 124 wpm and 622 cpm. hes so fast. 

SDA;FKJASDF PHIL WHY R U SO VIOLENT 

02:17:00 PUNZ POG ALSO MANIFOLD KILLED IN THE HOLY LAND

technos complainin bout the fights bein boring,,,,,,,fight them all, techno. do it. 1v8. do it, coward. 

02:24:02 ‘maybe the real combat was the friends we made along the way’ 

02:25:16 i love that technos first instinct when someone dies is to check what sword/axe killed them nd what enchants r on it aldskfjads

i love how techno calls the manhunt music ‘dream music’ its so funny to me

right before he ends the stream he says ‘p e r h a p s’ to techno plushies and i just,,,, wa n t 

if ya just want an actual summary and not that MESS:

Technoblade starts the stream in his house. the first thing he does is put another piece of fanart in his house, this one by snumkt on twitter. he goes to l’manburg, where he sneaks around very sneakily (/s) and replaces anti-techno propaganda with pro-techno fanart, stating that “If they take it down, it’s ‘cause they hate fanartists.” (00:09:18). 

While placing posters, Techno checks in on his hound army, and reveals that he thinks someone had been in the area, because a wolf teleported to him while he was home. He thinks someone placed water, the dog stood up, and then teleported. (00:18:25)

After breeding the dogs, Techno reads donations and one of the questions is about the SBI family dynamics. Here’s what he says at 00:20:55 

“‘Hey, are you uncomfortable with being part of the SBI family dynamic?’ Uh, I don’t really- it’s not a matter of being uncomfortable, it’s just a matter of people making massive revisions to my character and the lore three months into the story without telling me, and it’s like, ‘no, that doesn’t- the story doesn’t- so many things don’t make sense now! What?? What???’ but if you want to make like, fanart of it, it’s fine”

He then meets up with Philza, who is being escorted by Tubbo. Techno goes to Philzas house, and hides in his new basement. He joins their VC and finds Phil, Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. talking about birthdays. Tubbo goes to the basement and sees Technos invis particles, hits him, and he is revealed. Techno kills tubbo, and declares it canon as a joke. 

He goes back outside, deafened on Discord, and puts down more propaganda. Philza joins his call, and they meet up to try and find Technos stolen items. They don’t find the barrel, but they do find a hidden room under the podium. Techno puts a piece of propaganda in the room. (00:43:30)

While Phil is killing an enderman, Ranboo finds them, and is killed by Techno. (00:46:25) 

Techno takes Phil to see his Hound Army, but they’re stopped by Tubbo. Techno tries to pretend to be Ranboo, but Ranboo goes up to them, so his cover is blown. Techno’s chased to the portal. Phil and Techno meet again in the Nether, and they go back to the house. 

At the house, Phil and Techno talk about the SBI characters, the sellout timer goes off, and then they go downstairs to cure a zombie villager. While it’s curing, Techno gathers books to make a new bow, with Power V, Punch II, Unbreaking III, Flame, and Mending. 

Philza reveals that Ranboo is coming over to give Phil a present. Techno seems excited at this, mostly at the fact that Ranboo can be his new bows test subject. 

Before Ranboo arrives, the villager is cured, and they find out it is a nitwit, meaning it can’t trade or get a job. Techno and Phil start working on a tunnel to bring the villager to a lava pool, so the other villagers won’t gossip and raise their prices. 

Ranboo joins the call at 01:15:35, right before they’re going to bring the villager to the lava pool. He gifts Techno and Phil four Netherite ingots.

After struggling to get the villager to the right height, Techno forces Ranboo to boat the villager into the lava. Ranboo escapes by throwing a pearl, and the villager dies.

Ranboo, Techno, and Phil talk about duping Netherite, and the current plot, and then Techno finds a zombie baby villager. It’s caught in a boat, and Techno nametags it ‘Orphan.’ They talk about the cobblestone tower, Philzas’ death to a baby zombie, and how if you don’t see a child's parents, you should assume that they are an orphan and attack them. 

Techno talks to Jack Manifold through chat about his axe. Techno, Philza, and Ranboo go around and look for zombie villagers. Techno finds an igloo, with two villagers. Techno was going to try and turn them into zombie villagers, but decides to not when he finds out that theres a 0% chance of that happening on Easy mode. 

They all go back to Orphan, and bully it when they find out it still hasn’t grown up. Techno and Ranboo make a joke about how it’s traumatized, so it’ll be funny and can be come a minecraft youtuber. please get some help. (01:48:15)

After Orphan grows up, Techno trades and gets the Bottle of Enchanting trade for one emerald. They all joke about Techno owning an orphanage at 01:51:35.

Phil, Techno, and Ranboo decide go to the Hound Army, but Techno remembers that Ranboo is part of L’manburg, and tries to kill him (with his new bow) when they enter the nether. He doesn’t succeed, and he continues fighting until he drinks and invis pot on the Prime Path. Techno and Phil meet up in the Bee Dome, where Ranboo finds them. Techno tries to kill him, but runs out of arrows. 

After reading donations, Techno, Ranboo, and Phil are back together at the Bee Dome, and they decide to team up in case someone finds them. They go outside of the Dome, and chase Jack Manifold out of his own country.

Manifold joins the VC, and they try to blame Punz on his attempted murder. After Manifold says “i feel there has been an attempt on my life,” Techno says that that’s how he greets people in his country.

Manifold asks if they want to help him get revenge on Punz, and Techno agrees. They gather more people, and by the time they get to Punz’s tower, their party is Manifold, Techno, Phil, Ranboo, Fundy, and Antfrost. Punz is in the Nether, so they wait until he gets back. 

Ranboo and Techno have a whisper conversation:

Ranboo: are you just going to jump fundy

Techno: no im gonna make jack 1v1 LMAO

Ranboo: good plan

While Fundy is taking a screenshot of Techno for his thumbnail, Philza attacks Fundy with a crossbow and his sword. He claims it was because he was getting bored. 

In the same spirit, Techno asks if they could kill Manifold to pass the time. The mob, which now includes Fundy, chases Manifold. He runs to the Holy Land, and the mob boos him.  Techno tells Antfrost to kill Manifold, and that the mob won’t tell that he was killed in the Holy Land. Manifold hands Antfrost his sword. 

While Antfrost debates killing Manifold or not, the mob chants ‘peer pressure!’ at him. Techno quickly realizes that Antfrost isn’t in the VC, and is extremely confused. The sword gets handed to Fundy, who gets into a battle with Manifold. Philza tells Fundy that he’s forgiven, if he can kill Manifold. The battle calms, and neither of the contestants die.

Techno convinces the mob to go to the pit trap, and tries to lure someone onto the trapped blocks using rotten flesh. Fundy takes the bait, but moves out of the way before the button is pressed. Antfrost sneaks up behind him and punches him into the pit. Fundy survives the fall, but is shot by Manifold to death. 

During the commotion, Punz makes his way back to his house, and the mob moves towards him to end his life. Manifold says that he’s going to kill Punz, and Techno says that the mob’ll have his back. He tells the mob to not have Manifold’s back. 

at 02:17:00, Punz joins the call, and is confused as to why Manifold wants to kill him. Manifold explains that Punz tried to kill him, siting his source as Technoblade. 

also, 2:17:15 technoswear!

Techno encourages Punz, saying “Punz, he actually dropped his sword by accident and now I have it, so it’d be really easy to beat him up,” and “he also just killed in the holy land, so you have a sort of...religious motivation to take him out.”

Punz tries to fight Manifold without armor (Manifold is wearing a full enchanted set of armor, with a Netherite chestplate and everything else Diamond), which fails miserably, and Manifold is killed. 

Techno decides to fight Manifold with his goons (the mob) for the audience retention, and Manifold’s quickly killed. The final hit was from CaptainPuffy. Ponk rushes in and grabs some of Manifold’s items. Puffy takes the rest.

Manifold complains about getting bullied, so Techno gives him his sword back and tells him to avenge himself. While looking for Ponk (or Punz? this is kinda unclear), Punz swoops in and kills Manifold in two hits. 

Manifold finds Ponk and chases after him, trying to kill him. The mob follows, and Ranboo kills Ponk with thorns. Manifold takes Ponks stuff. 

Right after respawning, Ponk was blown up by a creeper, and Techno claimed both as canon. 

The mini fights continue, and Manifold is killed by Punz. 

Ranboo changes the ‘Days since last war crime’ sign to 0.

Phil tells Techno that he’s going back to the base, and the L’manburgians question him as to what base he’s talking about. Phil tells Fundy that he ripped off his ankle shackles and left. While they talk, Techno starts running back to the base, and Ranboo whispers “lets run back” to him. Ranboo follows Techno, but quickly looses him.

Phil and Techno join a separate VC together and they go back to the base. 

At 02:29:15, Phil says “I trust you” to Techno and I am going to cry. 

Right before getting to the base, Phil drinks some honey, and Techno says “that’s the only thing we have honey for, now that we’ve uh...uh I guess you don’t know about that.” He’s referring to the Vault, I think, because the redstone required honey to work properly. 

Philza responds, “the honey- wait, what did you use the honey for?” 

“uhhh....food.” Techno, for some reason, doesn’t want to show Phil the vault. 

Ranboo whispers to Techno: “My alliance isnt with lmanburg, its with the people who help me. phil helped me.”

out loud, Techno laughs about it with phil, saying, “well, I’ve stabbed him like twelve times this week, so, I [laughs] I don’t know if that entirely qualifies here.”

Techno messages Ranboo back with “new phone who this” 

Ranboo replies, “no one,” and then, “:)”

Going back to the honey talk, Philza asked if Techno had been hiding anything diabolical from him, and Techno asks if he would do such a thing. Philza guesses several things he could use honey for, such as a flying machine, TNT dupers, and a door.

Techno takes him to the vault. 02:32:00. i LOVE peoples reactions to the vault, it’s always so good. Philza responds with a surprised ‘HOLY SHIT’ and some laughing. Techno also confirms my math of 55 withers. 

02:34:10 “i’ve seen this government, on the server, and everything to do with government is just bad. I’ve watched it completely destroy and tear down people’s wills and change people, I’ve seen it change the nicest people into complete and utter tyrants, so...I think it’s about time--”

“We need revenge. [sellout timer goes off] and more importantly, we neED SUBSCRIBERS ON YOUTUBE DOT COM” phil joinin anarchy pog? 

anyway that was it ;alskdfjas;f

[jj-lynn21]

How A Girl Must Live Ch 3

Ch. 3: Opening Up

Ch1: A place for singles , Ch 2: Popular, Ch 4: Dating Ch 5:Family Ch 6 Violence begets Violence Ch 7 Love Birds

Notes: angst, jealousy, bullying, and mean girls. Cheesy fluff. Trauma, southern accent.

taging: @super-pink-a-palouza @luciferreads @glasglowgrin @loomiz @princessloveme123 @hornyhetero @taintedglass @bohemian-brian​ @maryan028 , @scxrsgxrd, lizziejorgie, @waywardtigersandwich​

“I can walk straight without holding on to you, Mr. Goodland.” Samantha stood. “But I suppose a girl needs an escort around here so you may walk with me.”  

He smirked as they walked along the grounds. “You’re a little rule breaker.”  

“Not particularly.” She bit on her lower lip looking around for others as they entered the quiet of the library.  

“Yeah, you are.” He grinned. “I am not sure how you got Mr. Russel, Mr. Jonas, and Mr. Stokes to say you weren’t there the other night, but I know you can open up for me. I will keep my mouth shut about all you do sweetheart. Your one of those promiscuous girls, aren’t you?”

“I have to go.” She turned to head in the direction of whispering voices. She just wanted to be away from this uncomfortable situation quickly.

He stepped in front of her grinning. “You just need some discipline.”  

He raised his open palmed hand. She cringed. As he his hand started its journey to the side of her face. His wrist was grabbed before it got there. 

“Do you remember what I said about raising your hand to any of the lady’s here, Mr. Goodland?” Mr. Russel said calmly. “Miss Samantha, I will get you safely to your class on the other side of the library. I will escort you to lunch after.”

“Thank you, Mr. Russel.” Samantha looped her arm around his. She felt safe with him. He was the only person in the resort she was starting to trust.

“You can’t do shit to me Mr. Russel.” Mr. Goodland yelled as they strolled away. “You can’t always be with that little hussy to protect her either.”

“Mr. Goodland!” A husky voice rang in the silence. “That is no way to talk in the halls of a library. My office now. I will be calling your Father to deal with you.”

“Don’t bother I’ll take the money my Father gave you and my Thunderbird.” He knew disappointing his abrasive Father would get him beat within an inch of his life.  

“Your Father signed a contract.” Mr. Jones escorted the boy out of the library. “This time when you leave you get nothing of the money he put into this place. Now be a good boy, pack your bags and leave this place.”

As Samantha read the latest Nancy Drew Mystery called The Hidden Window, the other girls read less bold independent literature like The Years of Grace, Jean and Johnny, The Luckiest Girl, and The Boy Next Door. She could not help but notice some of them whispering and pointing her way.  

When they giggled loudly the librarian rang a small bell whispering, “Ladies that’s enough.”  

Samantha ignores them choosing to dive into the descriptions of Charlottesville, Virginia mansions and the mystery unraveling inside such places. She was just finishing her book when the library once again rang her little bell.  

“Lunch time, girls.” She reminded them. “Your escorts should be here shortly.”

Mr. Russel was standing right outside of the room. He came in when he heard the librarian. “I’m here to escort Miss. Samantha to lunch, Miss Penny.”

“That’s good of you Mr. Russel.” She smiled. “Good luck.”  

Missy laughed loudly. “I do not think you need luck with here.” The other girls giggled.

Samantha ran out embarrassed not knowing where they could get such an idea. Tears were streaming down her face when a hand on her shoulder startled her. She turned quickly. Her heart beating fast. His green eyes peered down at her with concern. His hand caressed her cheek as his thumb brushed away a tear drop.  

“Do not worry about them, Samantha.” She threw herself around him as more tears flowed. He strokes her hair. “There are a lot of no good son of bitches out there. And I will try to protect you from them. They will all get what’s coming to them.”

Her arms wrapped around his waist she looks at him sniffling. “Promise, Mr. Russel?”

“I promise, sweet Miss Samantha.” They both straightened up as they walked out of the library trying to ignore the stares of the others around them. “I think it is best you have lunch with me if that is agreeable?”

“I would like that.” A smile tugged its way across her lips. “Mr. Goodland had a reservation for us. I do not have to eat with him instead, do I?”

“You do not ever have to worry about him again.” He patted her hand that was grasping a little tightly at his arm.  

Other couples rushed around them to get to lunch. Many whispered and snickered as if Samantha and Mr. Russel were doing something wrong. They did not pay any of them attention.  

When they got into the common dining area Mr. Russel stopped a few steps away from Mrs. Sally and Mr. Jones. “Wait right here while I talk to Mr. Jones a moment before we have lunch.”

Samantha nodded her head in agreement.  

Mr. Russel stepped up to Mr. Jones. “Excuse me Mr. Jones. I escorted Miss Samantha here from the library. She is still a little shaken from the incident with Mr. Goodland. I would like to have her join me for lunch if that is acceptable?”

Mr. Jones looked to Samantha standing straight with her arms relaxed at her side like a nice young lady. As he looked back towards the others, Miss Pamala, Miss Missy, Miss Flora, and some other girls pushed past Miss Samantha roughly as they whispered, “little hussy.”

“That would be fine Mr. Russel.” Mr. Jones smiled. “You can tell Miss Samantha that Mr. Goodland has been kicked out so not to worry her pretty little head about a thing. You may take the table at the bay window with the yellow carnations that was set up for them. A menu was already chosen.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.” He nodded politely. “Have a nice lunch, Miss Sally.”

“Thank you, Mr. Russel.” she beamed. When he took a few steps away she turned to her husband. “I don’t think in the five years he has been here he ever took a liking to one of the girls.”

“There is someone for everyone, Miss Sally.” He takes her hand. “It just takes some men a little longer than others to open their heart.”

When Mr. Russel gets back to Miss Samantha her bottom lip is quivering as tears fill the corners of her eyes. “What is wrong sweet girl?” He lifts her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “What could have made those beautiful eyes look so sad?”

“They all think...” She sobbed into his shoulder.

“Let us go sit down.” He cooed as he coaxed her to walk with him. “Tell me what happened when we are away from everyone. It has been a trying day for you. Perhaps you should rest in your room for a while.”  

She shook her head no.  

“What if I stand right outside the door while you rest, Miss Samantha.” He pulled the seat out for her to sit down. Then he pushed it in gently.  

“Maybe that would be a good idea, Mr. Russell.” She sighed deeply.

“What did they say to you sweet girl?” He sat down across from her.

“They all think I am a bad girl.” She murmured.  

The server came to the table with a smile. “For you young Miss. I have a Tab and a wedge salad. For you Mr. Russel we have a club sandwich with fries and a Pepsi.”

In Unison they both said, “Thank you.”

Samantha looked down cheeks turning rosy. Mr. Russel took her hand in his.

“There is no need to look down when you are with me, Miss Samantha.” He was smiling brightly as she looked up.

“You can call me Sam.” She whispered it so only he heard her.  

“You are a good girl, Miss Sam.” His thumb rubbed over her hand. “You have done nothing wrong. It is always wrong for any male to raise his hand in anger to a female. Now that wedge of lettuce does not look very filling. Would you like a wedge of my club and some fries. They gave me way too much.”

Her heart fluttered with his touch. “Thanks, I have been a little hungry with them just feeding the girls rabbit food.” He put some of his lunch on her plate, she picked up a french-fry and took a dainty bite. “Tell me about your adventures with the other soldier boys.”

Willard tensed a little. “I would not call anything we did there an adventure, Miss Sam. No stories from there are really fit to tell a young innocent girl as yourself. Tell me about the book you were readin’. I mean reading. My bad pronunciation still comes out when I’m just chattin’, chatting sometimes.”

“I don’t mind your accent, Mr....”  

Just then one of the servers dropped empty dishes, bowls and glasses. As they shattered on the ground, Willard’s eyes widened. He sat up straight. He started to shake. Mr. Russel heard gun fire instead of dishes. Bombs going off instead of glass shattering.

Miss Samantha tried to get his attention from across the table. She tried to grab his hands.

Willard pulled away. His breathing picked up as he held his head down. Then he looked straight ahead with utter terror on his face.  

“Willard? Mr. Russel?” Samantha bent squatted in front of him taking his trembling hands in hers. “Mr. Russel focus on my voice if you can. You are going to be alright. Its Samantha right in front of you.”

“No, it can’t be her like that.” He sucked in his breath.  

“I’m not sure what you are seeing but I’m right in front of you Mr. Russel and I’m fine.” She assured him. “Take a breath and look at me.”

He blinked a few times as Mr. Jones and Miss Sally came to check on the couple.

“Is everything all right here Mr. Russel?” Mr. Jones asked with concern.  

Mr. Russel looks at him still a little dazed and confused but coming around to his current reality. “Yeah, fine. I just need some air is all. Are you all good, Miss. Samantha?”

“I’m fine Mr. Russel.” She stood and held out her hand. “Let us go to the garden as you planned.”

“Yeah, then you should rest.” He got up slowly. “You have had a trying day. Thanks for your concern Mr. Jones and Miss Sally.”

The owners of the resort went back to their lunches. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and saying as they stared at Mr. Russel and Miss Samantha. Mr. Jones clapped loudly. “Finish your meals everyone. Classes resume shortly.”

Samantha held Willard up as best she could as they walked out into the garden. They sat on a bench along the path. Roses trailed up a trellis behind them.  

“Would you like to tell me what happened in there Willard?” Samantha said softly stroking his arm.

“Don’t worry about it, Sam.” He forced a smile. “Just loud sounds sometimes make me think of less happy times.” He took her hands in his staring into her eyes like he was trying to read her soul. “Do you know what I would really like?”

“What is that, Mr. Russel.” She looked in his gaze spellbound in the moment.  

“I’d like to kiss you.” He whispered into her hear.

She blushed turning away from him.  

“I am not going to until we have a proper date wear I pick you up at your door to meet your parents and bring you flowers and chocolates of every sort. But I just wanted to tell you I want to.”  

“I am not sure what to say about all that, Mr. Russel.” She turned to look back at him. “If I was not already sitting down, I would need to. I think someday I might want you to kiss me.”

“Will you have dinner with me tonight?” He held her hands inside his looking at her eagerly for a yes.  

“I want to say yes, Willard, Mr. Russel, but Mr. Jonas already asked me.” She talked faster as she went on.”I’m not sure we can be exclusive anyway. If you feel we should and I feel we should maybe, maybe we should talk to Mr. Jones and Miss Sally. I don’t think I am anywhere near ready for marriage, but I think, I don’t know; you’re swell.”  

He chuckles. “I think you are swell to, Miss Sam. I’ll talk to Mr. Jones and Miss Sally. Maybe iffen you wanna, we can go on a car ride off the resort property this weekend? Just let Mr. Jonas down easy that he isn’t the one, sweet girl.”  

“I will do my best.” She giggled.  

[blu-the-witch]

This is william claws the sphynx cat, a sonic boom fan character.

I’m workin on his story right now but heres a quick run down of what i’ve got so far, but before that! the picture on the right is what his chaos aura would look like, based off of @superemeralds​ chaos aura theory. its really cool and you should read it. maybe design an aura for your characters as well. His chaos aura is glow (his fingertips and palms.), particles (all around his hands), freckles, and crystals (on his claws, so kinda like extra claws over his claws XD ). thank you for helping me with that superemeralds! =3

character info;

name: william claws.

species: sphynx cat

age: 18

gender: male

sexuality: VERY gay and polyamorous

Personality: Self conscious, Short temper, Caring (once you befriend him), very clingy (to anyone he’s with romantically), Perfectionist, Flirty, Gentlemanly, Romantic, Sappy, Bossy, Controlling, Manipulative, Strategic, Silver tongued.

Weaknesses: PTSD (from parents murder.), Low self esteem (when it comes to his looks.), Violent outbursts (when to angered, stressed, scared, ect...), anxiety (can sometimes have panic attacks that lead to psychotic breakdowns where he self harms.)

Story: (WORK IN PROGRESS, MOSTLY DONE.)

His family is a long standing criminal organization that basically runs a large island not to far from bygone (or whatever name you prefer for the sonic boom island.). His great-great-grandparents started working their way into power on bygone many years ago, so now their criminal organization has many branches on the island. one of the branches was actually sticks great-great-grandfather, jebediah.

fast forward to william’s parents; valerie and johnson. They were not the best role models (not just because they were criminal masterminds.), as they only saw william as a successor and treated him more like a business partner rather than a son. his parents also wern’t very loyal to their relationship, as they sometimes slept around with others, but at the same time they still loved each other.

when william was six, his father was planning on marrying another woman strictly for business purposes, which hurt valerie deeply. their relationship was now on the verge of collapsing, and during this rough patch, valerie started a secret relationship with one of their benefactors (not gonna say who yet.). eventually johnson dropped the idea and they patched things up (mostly), and valerie moved to just being secret friends with the person she cheated with.

roughly four years later, williams parents were murdered by some of their underlings in an attempted uprising. william saw his parents murder, and attacked the underlings. this event activated his chaos beam emission power, and he used it to fight them. sadly he was stabbed repeatedly in the chest and left for dead. lucky, the police arrived and arrested the murderers and saved williams life.

now at age 18, he runs the family business and has set his sights on controlling all of bygone, which means he needs to eventually gain control of hedgehog village.

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Yep, thats his story all right.

if your still reading this then, thanks for readin all of this! XD

if your still a wee-bit curious about this boy, here’s some fun facts;

His beam emission power was inspired by marine the raccoon's power we see in sonic rush adventure.

He got bullied a lot due to him having no fur, and due to how his tails shaped he got the nickname “rat”.

I’m considering having him developing a crush for dave the intern. (i really like the idea and find it cute. =3 ) He also flirts with any guy he finds cute, so sonic, knuckles, and maybe even shadow might get hit on by him.

[korotsu-blog]

have some pre genin / pre shippuden headcanons because canon makes me mad and ino deserved better development than this

#1. as a child , ino took pride in befriending her classmates. she knew what she signed up for when she decided she wanted to be a shinobi and train at the academy and knew it was important to build bonds with her potential team mates and future comrades. she especially took pride in building others up , rather than putting them down , and didn’t ( still doesn’t ) tolerate bullying. ie. her friendship with sakura. but i want to extend this to naruto , as well. because i really don’t believe inoichi is the type of man who would follow in other parents footsteps by telling her to stay away from him. and the fact that kishi would write ino as someone who is willing to help others who are suffering from this treatment and only direct it to sakura just baffles my mind. she befriends naruto , too. sees him out on the swing behind the building and offers her friendship with a flower that represents just that. she does the same for sasuke , though when her efforts result in failure , she doesn’t press it. tells herself: ‘ you can’t force him , ino. it’ll be fine just being his classmate. ‘

#2. in later episodes we see that the teams as kids were actually pretty close. or at least , that’s what i interpreted it as. i’m not sure it still applies in the manga but i want to think those are memories ino still holds onto well into her teen years. she’s a social girl , very in tune with reading people’s emotions and sharing common interests , no matter how small. it’s those interests that make her want to continue knowing them and build on them. of course there are going to be some people she may or may not stay close with as they get older , but she still views them as comrades and she’ll do whatever it takes to protect them.

#3. she so smart. me proud.

#4. the discourse between ino and sakura over sasuke is something i really don’t like to acknowledge for my ino. instead we’re going to make it canon that ino was nothing but supportive in sakura’s efforts to win his affections and let them grow up being happy and cute and give them the true friendship they deserved.

#5.she’s around 12 when ino discovers her attraction to girls. she’s always thought boys were cute and wanted to hold their hand but now she’s aware that maybe holding a girls’ wouldn’t be so bad either. realizes a little while later she wouldn’t mind holding sakura’s.

#6. never been one to hold back when something didn’t rub her the right way. if she’s got something to say , she probably won’t hesitate to tell you. specifically if she knows it’s wrong and would cause trouble. she’ll remind naruto not to do something that’ll get him into trouble but gives up when he doesn’t listen and just gets him a lollipop or something when he gets scolded.

#7. she bakes. makes her friends goodies when there’s something to celebrate or they just need some cheering up.

#8. sometimes they don’t always turn out good. eat at your own risk.

#9. ino’s mom is dead. yeah , i said it. put’em up if u wanna duel.

#10. thats all i got for now thanks for readin!!

[homiebromantic]

Tag 10 people after you answer the questions.

(except i wont because i dont know ten people ha yeet)

Tagged by @vibrantvenus the person who bullies me daily at all times of day every day

1. Relationship Status: am in one yah boiiyooo

2. Favorite Color: not to sound edgy or anything but black. i just,, dont know how to match anything else

3. Something you just remembered: i am a failure an thats just how it is sometimes amigo

4. Last Song You Listened To: yall know the songs that griffin plays in TAZ? yah. cant tell u names theyre just in the podcast which is the last thing i listened to

5. Last Movie I watched: i just saw It (2017) again but more importantly i just saw Coco for the first time. it was liT

6. Top 3 Bands: fall out boy, fob, hav u heard of boy that fell out?? (im jst in a Big fob mood this fine 20gayteen akjdfad ) IIIIIIII also really like acceptance, blink 182, halsey but shes not a band,, , etc but i am just really stuck on fob’s mania album rn so i cant bring myself to listen to anything else music-wise

7. Top 3 Shows: voltron legendary defender, uuhuhuhuhu i dont really watch a lot of tv,, esp rn durin skule OHOOHO stranger things??? even though its hella white. i just [clenches fist] love the 80s vibe and i like the whole science fiction i dotn care ppl sayits cliche, ANDNADADN samurai flamenco will always have a special place in my heart

8. Books I’m currently reading: i havent touched a physical book that i personally wanted to read since like 9th grade. mostly ive been readin fanfic.. easier to browse an find things that quip my interest... more poc and queer rep that i Need. i did get my hands on a copy of dracula by brad stoner orwhatever so im gonna read that to my boyfriend perhaps

sorry for all the typos but i dont give a hot shit lmao we are just gion 2 have to deal with them and suffer

and again! not tagging anyone bc i only know like 3 people and they are unavailable!

[werewolveonsen]

3 Fandoms!

Got tagged by the lovely @just-a-secret-helper​  ma bestie on this whooole site! luv u boo 

Rules: Choose any three fandoms and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better

Top 3 Fandoms:

1. BNHA

2. One Piece

3. Shaman King

The first character you loved:

1.Deku!! Could relate to him to some level, and i loved the hard work he put in not losing his kindess on the way! A real role-model if u ask me

2. That’s gotta be Sanji! He’s so COOL! Always sticking by his principles even if it kills him (which happens more often than u’d think), not to mention he is a badass cook! I almost gave up on my plan on becoming a doctor to try becoming a chef, but then Chopper hit me like a truck.

3. THAT’S GOTTA BE YOH! My boy! I love him so much! All he wants is to have a chill life and hoo boy, can i relate to that. And just like him i got on the hardest path possible for that... we are not the brightest heheheheh!

The character you never expected to love so much:

1. Id say Kirishima! Dude is a simple jock on the outside but he’s acutally very uncertain of himself and that is relatable af! Comparing himself to those around him all the time and still trying to become as good as possible! Neve give up Kirishima! Im rooting for u bud!

2. Id say Robin... ever since she joined the crew i was suspicious and not exactly sure what her role there was. But after Enies Lobby she grew a lot on me and now i rly like her! Not to mention that her knowledge will be useful to get to Laftel, im sure of it.

3. Not gonna lie, im not usually a fan of villains. Usually am with the ppl on “cool story, still murder” vibe. But Hao is SO FUCKING PRECIOUS! I mean, he HAS to make up for all the shitstorm he made to get to where he is imo. But after readin Mappa Douji, u will have to think twice on his beliefs.

The character you relate to the most:

1. Tbh id say Kirishima! Upon closer inspection id say the boy has too much going on and still trying his darnest, cant be more relatable than that ehehhehe

2.  Tbh ive felt too much like a monster in my lifetime not to relate to Chopper. Wanting to fit in when surrounded by ppl who dont give u even a small chance at being a friend is rough and by the time i got to Chopper’s arc in OP i was feeling like that in school. Everytime i watch those few episodes of Hiluluk flashback i have to hold out on crying a bit, part bc of feeling like u want to fit in and part bc their relationship reminds me a lot of me and my dad and hoo boy am i gonna cry now

3. Chocolove. Sad but going for the smiles! Make comedy your weapon and any weapons fall before your hand made kangaroo 

The character you’d slap:

1. Everyone would say Mineta. Id punch him tho. Bakugo on the other hand deserves a backhanded slap to the face!! Im from the not so well recieved opinion that the whole bullying he put deku through was not smth to be treated as lightly and even tho i get it that this is a lighter themed show, i would rly like for this toppic to be adressed sometime soon. I agree, however, that he is just a kid and should not be held accountable for this through his whole life, but to me, he still hasnt come to the conclusion that what he did was wrong. i dunno, i just want them to get along, but i need more development on this part reggarding bakugo

2. Luffy, of course. He is a great guy, dont get me wrong, but he NEEDS to learn to be a bit more careful. He almost dies with such a frequency that ANY insurance company would turn down ALL Gold Roger’s treasure if they had to take him in

3. Hao tbh. If he’d just go through the Shaman Fight like everybody else he would have won. Didnt need to fuck up half the character’s backstories just to do that.

Three Favourite Characters (In Order of Preference):

1. Deku, Aizawa, Nedzu 

2.Chopper, Sanji, Ussop

3. Matamune, Yoj, Chocolove

A Character You Liked At First But Don’t Anymore:

1. Id say Shigaraki Tomura... i kinda liked the whole bratty vilain trope, but now he’s just outshined by everyone else hehehe

2. Im kinda sorry to say Vivi... I rly miss having her in action, i hope she gets to travel alongside them again sometime soon

3.Tao Ren, he was ok as a rival and all, but when he  Vegeta’ed he lost a bit of the impact i thought he would have. A powerfull ally, yes, but he wasnt exactly my favourite as one of yoh’s allies

Three OTP’s:

1. Ozuocha, Todomomo, Kouteri (thanks tumblr)

2. Franky/Robin ; Sanji/Pudding ; Chopper/ That reindeer mink (yeee)

3. Yoana ; Ren/Jeanne ; Jun/Lee

Ye im not gonna tag anyone (mostly cuz i don rly have many friends in here that i talk to a lot [except for A, of course]) but feel free to try this, its a fun exercise, also, tag me so i can look at chu, will ya? 

[mayordamien]

Title: Fallen Angel

Chapter 3: A House Divided

Fandom: Markiplier (Who Killed Markiplier)

Pairing: Damien x Fem!Reader

Word count: 7,170

Tagging: @markired (if you’re still interested in readin’ it! :D)  And if there’s anyone else who’d like to be tagged whenever I upload a chapter, let me know!

You dashed in, looking around. All that remained was an outline made of tape where the body had lay, but exactly as the detective had said, no body.

The detective gestured angrily, shouting despite himself. “Who did this? It certainly wasn’t me. No, no. Somebody, not me, must have moved it between the time I was the last person alone with the body in the room and then stepped out for a few minutes to take care of some personal business that you don’t need to know about! Could have been anybody… except me,” he declared, speaking almost a mile a minute.

You thought it was rather sketchy, personally, that the detective felt it necessary to say this, but you had learned over the past day that he was almost as eccentric as the Colonel, albeit a close second. The circumstances were already strange enough as it was, and now to have all of this happen—there had to be something more to the situation.

Shaking your head, you looked around, but were jolted out of your reverie by the butler coming in—it was like déjà vu, like a flashback to that very morning. He stood over where the body had been, looking around in confused disbelief. “What the hell happened here?” he inquired, gesturing wildly. The detective shrugged, a look of frustration on his face.

“The body’s been moved,” he answered. The butler’s expression, in response, became more confused, if such a thing was even possible.

“On its own?!”

The detective shrugged again, glancing back at you momentarily before exhaling in frustration. “We haven’t quite ruled that out just yet, but let’s not forget we’ve got a murderer,” he declared, and the lightning cracked loudly outside on cue.

The Colonel came in the room shortly thereafter, getting in the faces of everyone one by one as he surveyed the area. “Bully! Quite a storm out there, eh, chaps? What are you doing huddled in here in fear?” The chef piped up a moment after, startling most of them with how suddenly he had shown up. “We have a zombie problem,” he declared, and you exhaled tersely. Couldn’t any of them take it seriously? Although you supposed that there could in fact be things out of the ordinary, you doubted that any of that could extend to this house, let alone to such a degree that someone would be reanimated from the dead.

I have been feeling a little… off since I entered the house though.

The Colonel continued on his grand rant, though now he had drawn his gun and was swinging it around, and you ducked, resisting the urge to smack him. “Ah, homo necrosis! The most dangerous game. Well, if someone needs to put the old lad down again, I’m well up for the privilege,” he declared, and that made everyone’s eyebrows shoot up to the top of their foreheads.

Abe was the first one to speak, pointing a finger at the Colonel, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What do you mean by ‘again’, and what do you mean by ‘privilege’?” he asked. You were internally glad that he asked that question—you were afraid to vocalize it yourself. Yes, Damien had said that the Colonel was an eccentric, but sometimes he just seemed a little more than odd—mad? No, perhaps it was just the leftover alcohol in your system from the previous night, you guessed.

          The Colonel put the gun down, seemingly coming back to his senses, realizing it probably wasn’t the best idea for him to wave it around. “I’m just saying, I’ve got plenty of… e-experience on the matter,” he reasoned, and your eyes narrowed. Was what Damien had been saying true, or was the Colonel more than just eccentric? You decided to reserve your judgement, however, and see how he acted more.

          The chef, not wanting to be left out, spoke up, “So do I.” Everyone’s eyes darted to him, and then back to the Colonel after a moment.

          “Yeah, that just raises more questions,” the detective pointed out, arms crossed over his chest. You glanced back and forth from the detective to the Colonel to try and see if you could figure out just what they were up to, but before you could say anything, the Colonel spun on his heel and headed in the opposite direction.

          “Well, I’m off to the grounds to see if I can catch a whiff of the old bag of bones, eh?” he declared, walking away. The butler spoke up as the Colonel left, but to no avail, it didn’t stop the other man.

          “Wait, weren’t you and Mark the same age?” he asked, and the Colonel laughed, before the laugh dissolved into a cough. They were the same age? you wondered. You hadn’t met the Colonel before, so you hadn’t known how long they had been friends—the only one of the three you had known the longest was Damien, and even then, you didn’t know if he was the same age as Mark and the Colonel were.

          Abe shrugged, seemingly coming to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be worth it to go after the Colonel at the moment. They were all still stuck on the grounds of the manor; they would always be able to converse with him about the matters later. “All right, I don’t trust him. Then again, I don’t trust anyone. Alright, lock this place down. Secure the front gate. I don’t want anyone in or out of this place until we get to the bottom of this,” the detective ordered, but then the butler interrupted.

          “Locks won’t keep people from getting out, sir,” he pointed out, and the detective rolled his eyes before the chef also turned on his heel to leave.

          “Locks won’t, but Chef will.” With that cryptic statement he headed off toward what was predictably the kitchen, and the butler looked at the detective for some sort of answer or explanation.

          The detective turned to the butler, speaking firmly. “Look, you’re a real smart son of a bitch. Handsome, too. Beautiful, even. But, we don’t have time for this. I think we forgot the most important question of all during our arousing game of whodunit. Why? Why?” he asked, leaving the butler looking confused—it was like none of them had actually stopped to think about that. Starting off in the same general direction that the Colonel had walked in, he gestured for you to follow him, and you begrudgingly did.

          “Come, walk with me. Why did he invite us all here? Why tonight? He said we were celebrating something, but he never specified what. It’s almost as if this whole shindig of a hootenanny was just a ruse. Mark was my friend; had been for years. But then he went quiet. I knew something was wrong, I just never figured out what,” he murmured, pausing after you had walked a fair distance. “Now I guess I never will. Look, I’m gonna level with you; you’re my new partner. I’ve been working with him for years. Now I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I know something is wrong.” They began walking up the stairs that Mark had descended just the previous night—when he was alive—how did things change so quickly?

As you walked up, and he continued musing, he declared, “There is a murderer—“ but was interrupted by the thunder and lightning “—here amongst us, and we need to find him. Now you look like a trustworthy woman. I know we just met, but I am an excellent judge of character. Excellent like a fox,” he said with a grin.

“I smiled and fed them a line of bullshit. The truth was, I couldn’t trust them any more than the other scuzz around here,” Abe continued, “But like my late partner once said right before he died, best to keep your enemies close. You don’t look like you have a reason to kill him. And if you do,” he said with a grin, “Best to keep your enemies close, eh?” You shrugged, only half listening to what he was saying, as you were trying to familiarize yourself with the layout of the house—you hadn’t had that many chances to look around before getting drunk the previous night.

Now he was getting to the real questions, and you perked up when he asked, “So, the real question we should be asking is: Who stood to gain the most from Mark’s death? Now, in my thorough analysis of the corpse, I discovered that in addition to being stabbed 37 times, he was also poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, and shot, in that order. Now, if you ask me, that’s a lot of trouble to go through to knock off one guy, and it sure as shit is no accident. No. No, my friend. There’s gonna be no simple candlestick-in-the-library solution to this whole…puzzle.” You glanced at him incredulously.

“Is that seriously everything that happened?” you asked. “All last night?! Stabbed, poisoned, shot, beaten, strangled—everything?!” and you were shocked when you saw him nod.

“His body was fucked up. I didn’t want to tell anyone else about it, but… God, it was terrible,” Abe murmured, looking a little pale. You couldn’t blame him; if you had seen the extent of the damage, you wouldn’t have been taking it well either. Seemingly he was trying to ignore it, as you reached Mark’s master bedroom, and the detective clapped his hands together. “So, we’re gonna have to do the detective-ly thing and go through the victim’s most private and personal possessions.”

He put a hand on the knob and swung the door open, an arm gesturing for you to go in. “Well, after you.” Abe let out a sigh, and put his hands on his hips, surveying the room—papers were everywhere, books were scattered, clothes were awry on the bed, to name a few of the things out of place. “Looks rough, but I don’t think he was killed here. Take a look around, see if you find anything, but be careful. I’ve lost three partners before to bedroom booby traps. Make sure you don’t tamper with any evidence! Lemme know if you find anything,” he ordered, and you nodded.

There just seemed to be something almost sacrilegious about this, to be digging through the possessions of a man—a friend—who was now dead, and whose body was nowhere to be found. You looked at a desk in the corner of Mark’s room, and was a little surprised to find four different photos: three were facing up, and one was facing down.

The first one was a picture of Mark, Damien, and the Colonel all smiling and laughing, and you found yourself smiling in response. They must have been such good friends—and Damien—God, that smile made your heart race. Your eyes darted to the next picture, and confusion filled you. Damien and the Colonel were off to the side in the picture and it looked as if they were glaring at Mark, who was looking happily at a woman who was hanging off his arm.

The third picture that followed was just a picture of Mark and Damien, both looked somber, and the Colonel and the woman were nowhere to be found. The final picture was flipped over, and you picked it up. It was a picture of only the Colonel, and the frame was shattered. That seemed like a clue of some sort, so you held it up to Abe.

“You find a clue?” he asked, and you nodded, holding up the picture of the Colonel to look at it closer—but was interrupted by the Colonel himself, who stood in front of you and got in your face, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown. You jumped, putting the photo down as the Colonel looked at you quizzically.

“You’re quite on the case, aren’t you?” he asked. “Say, detective? May I borrow your friend here?” The detective stood in the far back corner of Mark’s room, and looked defeated, yet looked at the Colonel with a large amount of skepticism.

“Yeah, sure,” he grumbled, before setting down whatever it was that he was looking at. “Don’t worry, partner, I’ll handle it from here.”

With that, you began following the Colonel out of the room, albeit nervously. The Colonel was just too wild for you to predict—and you almost wished Damien was there, he would at least be able to rein in the Colonel’s more hyper or unpredictable tendencies. “Bully. Take a walk with me. I thought that it was about time that we got to… know each other. Someplace far, far away from the prying eyes of, uh… anyone else. Come with me,” he growled, and the tone of his voice made you shiver against your will.

It took a moment, but almost as if out of nowhere, you were off the second floor and then on the downstairs patio outdoors, and you had to stop yourself for a moment—had you just… teleported? No, it couldn’t be. “Now correct me if I’m wrong, but…you and the Mayor know each other, right? He’s a good man, that one,” the Colonel declared, and you relaxed a little bit as the conversation turned to Damien.

“Yes, I do, we went to college together,” you replied, and the Colonel laughed heartily.

“We’ve been fast friends for as long as I can remember. Now there came a time when I could have said the same thing about Mark, but.. Well, best not to speak ill of the dead.” You reached a pool out on the patio and you glanced at it, and somehow, within a moment, the Colonel had changed into a bathing suit with horizontal red and white stripes, and a hat that looked like something an Italian gondolier would wear. “Oh! The pool hasn’t aged a day! GERONIMO!” he shouted, jumping in.

You raised an eyebrow, but then whirled to look to your right when you heard hurried footsteps and saw Damien. Your face immediately flushed bright red much to your chagrin, and the sentiment seemed to be mutual, as Damien’s face was red as well. You noticed him push his hair back, smoothing a stray strand pack into place before he spoke. “Have you seen the Colonel? I thought I heard him. I need to speak with him. I may have been a little short at our last encounter… Well, if you do see him, let me know.” He gave a small nod of his head before heading off—you hadn’t even had the chance to tell him where the Colonel was before he had left, and you shrugged.

Somehow, the Colonel had gotten out of the pool, back in his military garb, completely dry, and was standing in front of you proudly, as if he wasn’t completely avoiding Damien, and you sighed.

“Bully! Oh, life needs a bit of madness, eh, chap? Now, what were we talking about? Oh, yes! The grisly business inside. Well, I’m sure I’m not the first to say that our host had a great deal of enemies as of late,” he grumbled, and you tilted your head.

Enemies? Mark hadn’t struck you as the kind of man to make enemies of anyone, but then again, you didn’t know him as well as the Colonel or Damien did. “My prying eye might suspect that the people who worked for him might have reason to stab him in the back. God knows he’s a tough son of a bitch to work for.” The Colonel had continued walking forward, and then when he reached a railing, he looked over it and his expression brightened—followed by him immediately dashing down the stairs. “Oh, the old golf course! I-I’ll fetch my clubs.”

After this escapade he disappeared from view and you exhaled tersely. He had such a bad habit of running away—but then almost as if on cue, Damien came over to you, looking around. Where the hell had the Colonel gone, anyway? You was, however, glad to see Damien, so you couldn’t complain. “Colonel? Damn, I thought I heard him,” he murmured, stepping forward, linking his hand with yours affectionately before giving you a quick yet gentle kiss on the forehead. “No matter. Would you accompany me? There’s something that I would…very much like to discuss with you.”

You felt your stomach do flips—was he hoping to discuss what had transpired earlier? Judging by the look on his face, he was more likely about to discuss the issues that they had been dealing with in regard to Mark and the death. Sure enough, he continued, still holding your hand. “Now, I know you’ve been assisting our… intrepid detective with his investigation, but… I have to bring some concerns of mine to the forefront. If we look at this situation logically, we can only assume that the killer who struck down our dear friend Mark was with us last night,” Damien reasoned, pointing at the manor. The pain was obvious in his voice, and you squeezed his hand.

“And while I would stake my life on the innocence of the Colonel or yourself, can we really say the same of our beloved detective? Or worse yet, mayhaps our counting skills aren’t as good as we assume them to be… and mayhaps… in the shadows of this manor, unseen to any of us, lay hidden…a murderer,” he murmured, as the lightning went off on cue. Right as Damien uttered that word, however, a gunshot rang out in the house, and the sounds of arguing could be heard from outside. Damien didn’t even give you a second glance before he dashed toward the house, still holding your hand, throwing open the door.

Inside was the detective, aiming his gun at the Colonel, who was, in turn, aiming at the detective. There was a vase shattered on the floor, and the butler dashed over to it quickly. You hid behind Damien for a moment and then moved to his side a minute after.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at but you better lower your weapon, you murderer!” Abe growled, still aiming his gun at the Colonel.

“I bloody well won’t, you’re the one that assaulted me! For all I know, you could be the murderer!” the Colonel shot back, aiming the gun at the detective’s head. He looked furious, ready to shoot, and you gripped Damien’s hand tighter. The Colonel wasn’t just an eccentric—you saw the animalistic rage in his eyes and it struck you then—he was dangerous. The whole time the two shouted the word ‘murderer,’ the thunder went off on cue.

The chef ran into the room and then threw his arms up in the air when the Colonel aimed the gun at him. “What the fu—whoaah!” Abe, however, tightened his grip on his gun and shouted at the Colonel again. “Last chance, drop your weapon!”

The butler, however, had his attention focused on the shattered glass. “Master’s prized vase!” he cried.

Damien kept an arm in front of you protectively, cane in hand, raised. “Everyone, please! I know we’re all on edge, but can’t we resolve this amicably?” You sighed. It was so like Damien to want to resolve things peacefully. It was how he acted in proceedings with the city too—he was always a much kinder soul than you.

The detective, still enraged, spat at Damien, “On edge?! This psycho tried to shoot me!”

Mockingly, the Colonel growled, “That’s a bold-faced lie! I was merely doing some light target practice!” His gun was still aimed at the detective and Damien pushed you further behind him, shielding you with his body, even though it was the last thing you wanted him to do.

“Inside?!” the butler shouted incredulously, sweeping the broom across the Colonel’s face.

The Colonel grimaced. “Well, yes, I couldn’t go on the grounds now with that bloody chef in my way, could I?” Right as he said this the chef got up in his face, and the two men glared at each other fiercely. “You’re damn right! You should’ve remembered that, Private! Besides, you’re not my boss anymore!”

That shocked you—had the Colonel lived here before? You had thought maybe you were getting to the bottom of things, but it appeared that you were just more confused than ever. Damien said nothing, still standing in front of you, and you wanted to move past him, to confront the Colonel about his place in all of this, but now was not the time.

“It’s “Colonel” now,” he growled at the chef, and the detective interrupted—neither man had dropped their weapons.

“Enough of this horseshit! You knew I was onto you and you were trying to whack me off before I could finger you… as the murderer!” Abe had paused after a moment to reconsider his phrasing, as it sounded rather inappropriate, but the lightning ruined the almost ironic comedic timing of it all, and the Colonel yelled back, “I will not be called a murderer in my own home!”

Right as the lightning flashed and the thunder cracked at the mention of the word ‘murderer,’ the door was flung open by a newcomer.

“Stop!” the female voice shouted, and you looked past Damien’s arm to see none other than the woman that had been in the photo with Mark.

[kampasaur-blog]

MY CITY IS BEING DESTROYED BY CHILDREN

So im picking up my son from monroe elementary after his bus ride home from camp. Bus arrives. I get out of the car and immediately i notice nearly all of the children, some with large bright red marks on both of their cheeks, sobbing so inconsolably that they could not breathe. Some were runnin away from the bus frantically lookin for their parents and some were already clutching their parents tightly and bawling, burying their lil tear soaked faces into their parents stomachs. they kept saying "please i dont ever wanna go back there, i dont wanna do this again, dont make me do this anymore, i was so scared, i didnt know what to do" let me tell you....these babies had the most traumatized faces ive personally ever seen on a kid and it just broke me. At this point i am very confused, concerned, and alarmed. my instincts kick in to try and help a little so i try to comfort some of em. im askin other parents what happened, but they understandably couldnt pay me attention as im sure their minds were probably as lost in all of this as mine. I keep aimlessly sayin wtf is going on and why is everybody crying like this. I start askin some of them if theyre hurt or if there was an accident but they couldnt even speak cuz they were too hysterical. Im trying to calm some of them down a bit like "hey its ok baby dont cry ur ok ur safe." still friggin looking around for adults who arent too absorbed in this mess to ask them wtf is happening. at the same time im searchin for my own kid in the crowd tellin ppl "hey, i cant find my son! is there another bus coming?!" A little girl said no this is the only one. So now im REALLY WORRIED. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CHILD?! I run into a kid nate knows. him and a little girl are shouting, to what seems like essentially nobody in particular, about having the police called on them by the driver and that they coulda been tossed in juvi. (Honestly they should have been tossed in juvi! this particular kid brought a knife to camp and steals shit constantly from the kids at school especially my son) Grabbed his shoulder and said "calm yourself down and look at me! why?! what happened?! was there a fight? were u involved? Was nathan involved? Where is he??" The boy, (still shouting for some damn reason even tho he is right in front of me), says no nathan wasnt involved. He doesnt know where he is. (Turned out he knew where he was but lied cuz just minutes prior he threatened to beat him up and tried punching him, the little fucker, but staff grabbed his arm midswing) Then he tells me that almost the entire bus was gettin into fight after fight and there were kids punching, slapping, verbally abusing other kids, a lot of whom did nothing to warrant the abuse and continued being abused repeatedly for almost the ENTIRE 3 FUCKING HOUR RIDE, by much older kids whom they were afraid to defend themselves against. I was like "omg this is terrible. where in the hell is my son!" Some guy finally says "they are keepin some kids with staff up by the front of the bus" so i literally gotta force my way thru people who's kids were still hanging off of them in fear. now im crying, other parents are crying, some are screamin at the children who beat up their kids and the children who beat up their kids were screamin at them..... FINALLY.... I find nate. He had been slapped in the face by a 12 yr old girl but he was alright. they had made prior note of his behavioral disorder and quickly got him away from the situation while on the bus and sat him by camp staff. thank goodness. Im asking him, "are u ok?! did anyone hit u?!" before he can answer, suddenly i see an enraged mother almost attack an older girl who hit her kid in the head. The girl is shouting at the jefferson staff member who stepped in AND the mother. She yells out that she hit her in the head, at first, then 2 seconds later she says she didnt, and shouts "yea yea lady! bye bye! fuck off! shut up!!! i didnt hit her!! quit runnin ur damn mouth!! Shut your mouth!!". My. Jaw. Dropped. I saw her gramma or whoever she was doing absolutely nothing about this little shits behavior, actually trying to get the staff to stop speaking to her and leave her alone, and thats when i just plain SNAPPED. When i say snapped folks i mean i damn near deadass rowdy roddy pipered this child. It took every muscle i had to stop that train from derailing. I was pissed. Told her shes an awful disrespectful little shit and will go no where in life with that bullshit. She was like "thank u! Thanks bye! BYE!" Thats when i probably should have split. But i didnt. Conveniently forgot how to adult for a minute there. My bad! She was a repugnant little fart sniffing booger eater who felt a lil too validated from decking a much smaller kid in the head and just, just....fuck THAT... Then i word barfed. "good riddance to bad rubbish youre an awful AWFUL child and should be ashamed of yourself. Shame on you!" i looked at her gramma and shouted "good luck with your apparent lack of being able to deal with that mess of a child! Shes terrible! You have failed!" then basically i walked away tellin her shame on her for sucking. ****************************** A 16 yr old was shot n killed recently. A pastor was shot and killed recently. We got all ages of unsupervised kids vandalizing everything in site. Kids shootin off guns in parkin lots, stealin vehicles n crashin into buildings. breakin into cars 4 valuables or just breakin the windows cuz they feel like it. We got kids having knife fights n runnin round with gd knives, tellin other kids theyre gonna cut em or kill their siblings if they dont hand over cell phones money bikes hover boards u name it. Kids breakin into ppls homes. Kids stealing n vandalizing walmart 2-3 times a day. Kids stealin carts bringing em here and pushing each other around into ppls cars n then they run away. They beat on my son at school n bully him all the time stealin his things verbally abusing him. He got beat up by teenagers just playin with his toys in the backyard! Theres just hoards of em. Never supervised or disciplined. Not once have i seen the parents of any of the kids causing problems in my apt complex regardless of whether theyre 6 or 16. sumtimes theyre out there in the parkin lots screwin around til 2 am. They plain as day are simply not being parented and have no guidance. Sum of these piece of crap parents just dont wanna have the responsibility of raising their own kids period. Sum of em run away n their parents dont see em for days weeks months but never report em missing cuz they dont care. Theyre out there sleepin in abandoned sheds houses alleys parks n gotta steal their food. 12 yr olds smokin pot and having sex in ppls yards. Even when they mess up n end up at the police station n the police either cant even find their parents or they do n theyre told "i aint dealin with it find something to do with em urself" juvenile hall is FULL. There is no where to put them. And they just run away from annie whittenmeyer n nobody does anything. Im dead tired and fed up. I hate living here and im stuck. We dont feel safe anywhere. My kids cant have friends cuz u cant trust the kids nor their parents. Nate had a lil 9 yr old buddy next door and he would come to play n his mom would just leave n lock the door without saying shit to anyone not even him. He'd go home n come back like "nobody is over there" so i had no choice but to keep him with me even if i had shit to do or it was 10 pm n we wanted to go to bed. We have GOT to spread the word about this shit and try n get sum awareness. This is a crisis we are having in the qc. Im sick of the ever escalating crime here. I dont encourage ANYONE to move here. And i absolutely hate that i gotta raise my kids around this. Create a discussion about it. Get involved. if ur readin this n u kno ur kids causing mayhem but still u do nothin dont do right or make excuses then u better recognize UR JUST AS MUCH OF A PROBLEM. if u arent gonna give enuff of a shit about ur own offsprings lives 2 check n change urself then get u n ur kid the hell out of my city n away from me n mine!!