#but here’s Mailey

[spoonofsketches]

Uhh Mailey in the BATIM AU that my mutual (@sillygirlstar) is making 💕

Mailey as Sammy Lawerence (why? Cuz…. Uh- she a simp? Idk-)

And we have an alt version of her in actual colors-

(I’ll make my sona too bc yes) 🙌

[bbrissonn]

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

in which you lay alone in your bed at night wondering where your relationship with the young star went wrong

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

HUGH DISCLAIMER: this fic doesnt have a clear ending. i literally have no motivation to continue this, but i cannot find it in myself to start my next work for this album until this one is out. so yeah, sorry about that :)

warnings: angst, swearing , not proofread  

pairing: jack hughes x reader

wc: 2.6k (including lyrics)

guts masterlist

Cat got my tongue

And I don’t think I get along with anyone

Blood runnin’ cold

I’m on the outside of the greatest inside joke

And I hate all my clothes

Feels like my skin doesn’t fit right over my bones

So I guess I should go

The party’s done, and I’m no fun, I know, I know

I know, I know

Ever since you had moved to New York in early 2022, it felt like it had been living a lie. Like this life you were living wasn’t yours, like you had just stolen it from someone. Growing up, you had always been homeschooled, meaning your social life was slime to none. So, it was safe to say that when you chose to move to New York for a job your mom’s friend had offered you, you were scared. 

You only had two real friends, who you barely ever saw because of their busy scheduled with school before, and even more now since you three were all over the country doing your own things. Luckily for you, there was a girl only 2-3 years older than you at your job, meaning you had someone to talk to if you felt the need. After a month of two, the two of you became friends, growing ever closer when you realized you lived in apartment blocks next to each other. 

Which is how you found yourself at a bar on a saturday night in October of that year. Mailey had convinced you to come with her, claiming the two of you needed to decompress from your busy week at work. You rolled your eyes at first, but agreed none the less. Ever since this summer, you found yourself starting to go out more, joining Mailey and her friends every once in a while. Only this time was so much different than the others. 

There was a big group of maybe 20ish guys, age ranging from young adults to full grown men, taking up most of the place. The two of you were confused, seeing as this bar barely ever had people coming in, and it was mainly the same people coming here every week. So, a group of random guys neither of them had seen around before certainly peeked your interest. 

“What do you think they’re doing here?” You asked as the two of you sat down at your usual spot. The group occupying the opposite side of the room. 

“Don’t know. But they’re not buying that cheap booze.” Mailey mumbled, her eyes focused on the insane amount of liquor at the couple of tables they were occupying. The two of you eventually started forgetting about them, talking about random things that happened throughout the week. 

“Not to freak you out, but there’s a guy that keeps looking at you. A cute guy.” The girl across from you said after about an hour of the two of you being there. You furred your brows slightly at her words, before turning your head in their direction. That’s when you met his eyes for the first time. He had a slight grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, nodding along to whatever the guy next to him was saying. You sent him a small smile, waving slightly, which he answered with a nod. 

“More like hot guy.” You mumbled, looking back over at your best friend. You had had a couple of flings here and there, but nothing ever serious, and you were never used to getting boys’ attention on a night out. 

“He’s going to the bar. Go talk to him.” Mailey announced, making you turn your head to look at him. At the same time, he looked over at your table, sending you a small wink when your eyes met. 

“Rich coming from someone who always says girls don’t chase, they attract.” You teased, making her roll her eyes. You eventually decided to go up to him later that night, talking for a bit before exchanging numbers. Jack, you learned his name was, didn’t seem to want to get into talking about his group of friend too much, so you kept all your questions to yourself. 

Over the next couple of weeks, the two of you got to know each other. Your friendship slowly formed and the two of you grew closer each other. But, clearly Jack was still holding back on some stuff. He still refused to open up about his friends and what he does as a living exactly. You told yourself that he’d tell you when he was ready, but you were getting a little impatient, which is why you pretty much forced the answer out of him when you went over to his apartment one day. 

“When are you gonna tell me?” You asked, pausing the show the two of you were watching. Your words made him look over at you, a confused expression on his face as his eyes met yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

“When are you gonna tell me truth, Jack. If that’s even your name.” You sassed, making the boy next to you let out a deep sigh as he threw his head back. 

“D’you wanna see my birth certificate?” He answered coldly, making you scoff. “What I do doesn’t matter, Y/N, so just drop it.” 

“If it doesn’t matter than why won’t you tell me, Jack? You know pretty much everything about me and my life, and barely know anything from yours. God, you won’t even tell me the names of your brothers!” 

“Why do you care so much?” 

“Because I like you, Jack! And… and I though you liked me back, but clearly I was wrong.” You admitted, standing up from your spot on the couch as you started packing up your things. “Just forget it.” You mumbled as you started making your way to the door. You were stopped right as you were about to grab onto the doornob. 

“Y/N, wait!” He said, grabbing your wrist and turning you around before you could leave. “I like you too, Y/N, and I’m sorry I haven’t been honest with you, but I didn’t want what I do in life to influence how you see me. I’ve had way too many people use me and I didn’t want that to happen again because I really like you.” 

“Jack, I made it clear hundreds of that time that I what you do in life wouldn’t change the way I see you, but you kept hiding from me. It makes me feel like you don’t trust me.” You explained with a scoff. The boy in front of you sighed before cupping your face in his head, his forehead leaning against yours. 

“I know, I know, I should’ve told you a long time ago. But what we have, it’s really special to me, and it’s so good. I didn’t want to ruin it.” 

“You’d have to be a serial killer for me to change my mind about how I feel, Jack.” 

“Stay. Please. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, just don’t leave me, please.” He begged, his thumbs rubbing small circles under your eyes. You swallowed harshly before slightly nodding your head yes. Jack then brough the two of you back to his couch, and he stuck to his promise. He started going on and on about his life, starting with the fact that he played hockey for the Devils. Then he moved on to telling you pretty much every single memory he had about the sport, a wide grin plastered on his face. 

In exchange, you opened up to him about some of the insecurities you had because you were homeschooled, including having to attened big parties and being surrounded by large crowds. Jack had promised that was something he would never put your through, but you quickly learned that his promise meant nothing to him. 

I broke a glass, I tripped and fell

I told secrets I shouldn’t tell

I stumbled over all my words

I made it weird, I made it worse

Each time I step outside, it’s social suicide

It’s social suicide, wanna curl up and die

It’s social suicide

It had now been three months since Jack asked you out. You had met his brother Luke when the boy came to visit, talked to his parents through face time a while ago, but you had yet to met his friends. You tried hard not to let it bother you, but it did. He didn’t want you attending his games either, claiming he didn’t want people to hate on you because you were his girlfriend. You couldn’t help but overthink the fact that maybe it was just because you were his girlfriend.

You had seen pictures of the other players wives and girlfriends, and you looked nothing like them. They all seemed so outgoing and the life of the party. Not to mention all of the models Jack followed, all of them being the exact opposite of you. You had questioned him about it one night, he just scoffed and said you were being petty and pathetic asking him a question like that. 

“J?” You called out. His arms were wrapped around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. 

“Mm?”

“When am I gonna meet your friends?” You asked quietly, making the boy sigh harshly against the back of your neck. 

“Got to sleep, Y/N.” He mumbled. 

“Could you at least answer me?” 

“I don’t know, okay? Your weird fear of crowds or whatever makes it impossible for you to meet them all at the same time, and I’m not gonna go through the burden of setting up little dates with my teammates just so you can meet them. Can I sleep now, mother?” He answered harshly as his arms left your frame and he turned around, his back to yours. You felt tears prikle in your eyes at his words. 

“I can handle it.” Your voice was low, not trusting your voice not to crack if you talked any louder. Jack let yet another sigh at your words. 

“We’re getting together after the game tomorrow, come if you want.” 

“To your game?” You asked hopeful. You were growing tired of just watching him play through your TV screen, when he was close to your home. 

“No. After.” And just like that, all your hope was crushed. 

“What should I wear?” 

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” He grumbled, getting out of bed making your head snap towards him as he approached the door. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Guest room. I need peace and you keep talking.” Was the last thing he said before leaving the room. When you woke up the next morning, he was gone, no text no notes, nothing. He didn’t come back for his pregame nap either, which scared you a little. But all your nerves went away when his face appeared on your Instagram feed, a bright smile on his face as the picture the Devils posted illuminated your screen. 

All of your texts to Jack had gone unanswered, as well as your calls. Thankfully, you knew where the team would be heading after the game, it was a local bar near the rink they went to almost every time after a game. You had gotten there a lot later than everyone, spending thirty minutes in your car deciding whether or not Jack would still want you there. You figured there was only one way to find out so in you went. 

The place was crowded, the music loud as the bartenders prepared multiple drinks. Realistically, there wasn’t that many people here, just the team and a couple other regulars, it was just a really small room. It took you a couple of minutes to spot Jack, who was sitting at a table with a couple of his friends and lots of girls. You tried to look as confident as possible as you made your way over to him. Some of his friends and their partners started at you, wondering what someone like you was doing here. 

“Jack?” You called out as you stood behind him. His arm was resting on the chair of a pretty blond girl next to him. You couldn’t quite describe the look in his eyes when his head turned to face you, but the words he was about to say completely crushed you. 

“Do I know you?” He questioned, and you could feel your heart shatter inside of you. You tried your best to keep a brave face on, but you were dying on the inside. 

“J, come one, this isn’t funny. I’ve been texting and calling all day, you were gone when I woke up this morning.” You mumbled, taking a step closer to him. The girl on his right could read you perfectly, and she realized that you two were a couple. When it clicked in her mind, she sent the boy a judging look before standing from her seat and walking back to her friends. 

Jack got up right after her, gripping your wrist and dragging you outside the bar. “What’re you doing here?” He asked harshly once the two of you stood outside alone. 

“No! What are you doing, Jack?”

“I’m enjoying a night with my buddys!” 

“Yeah, the friends you said I could meet. Tonight!”

“When did I say that?” His words were harsh and rude, making your heart shatter even more. You truly did not understand why he always acted this way towards you lately, but you were growing tired of it. 

“Last night! You said I could come if I wanted to, and I want to be here, so here I am. And here you are, with your arm around another girl!” You said, your tone matching his. You were tired of letting him walk over you all the time. 

“I said that so you would shut up and leave me alone. God, you’re always just complaining about everything and anything. It’s like nothing’s ever enough for you, you always need more–” 

“Oh, nothing’s enough for me? What about you, huh? Am I not enough for you?” 

“There you go, making it about you like always.” 

“Because this is about me, Jack! I am your girlfriend of three months, and I don’t know any of your friends! It’s like you’re ashamed to be with me. Do your friends even know about me?” You asked. There were tears in the back of your eyes threatening to spill, but you blinked them away. You had cried enough over him for the last couple of weeks. The boy in front of you stayed silent at your question, making you scoff. 

“Of course they don’t know, just like your brother’s weren’t suppose to know, or your parents. You don’t want anyone to know that your girlfriend is me.” You spoke with your voice low. This exact though had been in the back of your mind for a long time, but saying it out loud made it feel so much more real. 

“Things were better before you knew–” 

“They were better for you! You lied to me for weeks, and you’re still lying. All you do is lie, Jack. I can’t believe I waisted so much time and energy on you. You never wanted this relationship, did you? You just wanted someone to fuck whenever you needed, someone to be there for you. You didn’t care who it was, you neved cared about me. You’re pathetic, seriously.” You mumbled before pushing past the hockey player and walking to your car. 

You were done with Jack Hughes.

[felteverywhere]

i’m currently suffering through winter and looking for distraction, so i’m very desperate for seaside/beach town, taylor swift song/romcom/romance book inspired plots right now. open to any and all dynamics (preferably m/f or f/f) and very happy to make new characters from the fcs listed under the cut (though i’d be down to think about others). down to write here or on discord. please like this or im me if you’re interested! 

fcs i’m itching to play against: grace van patten, devyn nekoda, willa fitzgerald, lola tung, katie douglas, mallory bechtel, nicole wallace, emilija baranac, natalia dyer, madelyn cline, priscilla quintana, christian serratos, özge özacar, emily alyn lind, jenny boyd, sydney sweeney, lili reinhart, kathryn newton, halle bailey, gideon adlon, grace van dien, hunter schafer, coco jones, ayça ayşin turan, laci j mailey, neslihan atagül, greta onieogou, violett beane, brittany o’grady, vanessa morgan, jeanine mason, reina hardesty, rachel hilson, zoey deutch, bailee madison, zaria simone.

existing muses i’d like to use: dawson, dove, rosalie, spencer, finley, jacob, saverina. 

fcs i’d like to use: christopher briney, kyle allen, rudy pankow, maddie phillips, laura harrier, fivel stewart, dylan sprouse, henry zaga, joshua bassett, dylan arnold, jordan gonzalez, brenton thwaites, thomas weatherall, chris wood, casey deidrick, alex fitzalan, oktay cubuk, oliver stark, ozan dolunay, jordan connor, ben levin, evan roderick, jack mulhern, leo howard, lorenzo zurzolo, khadijha red thunder, luke mitchell, rob raco, talia ryder + any of the ladies above. 

[thegreatestsnow]

You know that thing where artists do a month long challange?

Well im joining it

Day 1: Heart

The characters have not been introduced here yet, ill be trying to keep this tober in my private bug universe. Ill explain some stuff later on but for more infodumps you can check me out on my artfol. Some lore there is outdated

(Here is a shittly pasted link cuz, frankly, i have no clue how pasting it normally would work)

Anyway. From left to right: the guys are Amon (blue one, she/her), Tua (chest hole one, they/he), Valandi (red one, she/her) and Mailei (the bottom yellow one, he/him)

The basic gist of this story is that these 4 go on an epic quest to save their kingdom and discover that the magic system they have relied on is the one causing the disaster they want to save the kingdom from. Whopsies

—

Also template for fantastytober i found on pinterest today

Credid to em

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Betty's Bad Luck in Love

Premiering Saturday, January 20, 8pm/7c on the Hallmark Channel.

Starring Laci J. Mailey and Marco Grazzini.

Part of New Year New Movies.

Update: Here's the version of the poster with logos and airdate.

[moonkissedreveries]

🌙Moonkissed Reveries now has art prints!🌙

‣Here at Moonkissed Reveries, we are all about creating immersive experiences through our themed candles, writing, art, and more to come! Mailey @moony-mai is the digital artist behind the one-of-a-kind labels for our candles and the gorgeous art prints listed in our shop!

‣Kalista @sincerelyladyreverie is the candlemaker, writer, and dreamer of new ideas that lead to many of our shared creations! We hope our creations aid you in manifesting the perfect atmosphere to allow you to slip gracefully into your very own reverie...

☁️Check out linktr.ee/moonkissedreveries and scroll to the bottom of the page to learn more information about the co-owners of Moonkissed Reveries and what we’re currently working on! 🌙Shop now @ moonkissedreveries.etsy.com

[translationmuffin]

NILFRUITS - HARUNI (translated lyrics)

I translated NILFRUITS' song HARUNI some weeks ago, then I forgot to post it here :) It was fun to translate!

My japanese is self-taught, and I haven’t been learning it for a long time, so there might be some mistakes. Any notes or corrections are welcome!

NILFRUITS - HARUNI

I felt vividly dizzy From the rightness everyone sought after. For us, who cried while hiding in the back of that feeling The present is still deadly. Alone, on the verge of tears, paralyzed* from sadness. I did it again. I already failed. I sank into the deep sea. Ari, ori, haberi, imasokari** If we could meet inside a delusory dream…

Bet, bet, bet on spring. We're going, but there's no meaning, is there? Yes, Mailey***, let me touch it, let me touch it, let me touch it, More, tell me about the days when you wished for what's beyond. Bet, bet, bet on spring. We say, but there's no meaning, is there? Yes, Mailey, let me touch them, let me touch them, let me touch them, More, those sprouting feelings that we shared. Give me an answer.

The silence blooming from the vase by the window Smelled terribly sweet. As if to shake off even the preparations for dinner, I put it off and go to bed.

Flowers are crimson, willows are green.**** If we could meet inside such a future, If my dream could come true…

Bet, bet, bet on spring. We'll go, to a place that doesn't need meaning. So many, let it overflow, let it overflow, let it overflow, More, the moonless night that swallowed you has cleared up.

Bet, bet, bet on spring. We'll go, to a tomorrow that doesn't need meaning. Yes, Mailey, make me go mad, make me go mad, make me go mad, More, all those thunderstorms you poured, Take them away.

Bet, bet, bet on spring. We'll go. Bet, bet, bet on spring. We'll sprout.

I'll understand the meaning when I reach my end.

* From what I understood after looking it up, these are ancient japanese verbs. They all kind of mean "to be". The way they are used here is actually a phrase used to memorize verb conjugation (also this specific phrase is present in the lyrics of Inokori Sensei. I thought this was interesting since that's v flower's demo song, and this is one of Ci flower's demo songs, too…)

** I think "金縛り" refers specifically to sleep paralysis. According to jisho it can also mean "being tied down with money"

*** I imagine "メイリー" here is a name, since I couldn't find any other meaning for it and Niru often puts names in his lyrics. There's no meaning, is there? Not sure if "Mailey" would be the correct way to write it, I just used what jisho said!

**** "柳は緑花は紅" (Willows are red, flowers are crimson) is an idiom with a number of meanings. It can refer to the beauty of spring, the natural state of things or how all things have their own characteristics

[markanthonydyson]

How To Deploy Job Scam Awareness in 2024

I was a guest on the podcast "Young Professionals Career Catalyst," Shelley Mailey of Dreamcatcher Career Coaching interviewed me. Be sure you subscribe to Shelley's podcast. Job scams affect younger and older generations differently

Shelley and I discuss the severity of job scams, noting a Better Business Bureau statistic of $2 billion in annual losses. Younger and older generations are affected differently by job scams. Younger people frequently fall for scams due to desperation for career opportunities, while older adults tend to lose more money per scam.

I describe the tactics scammers use, emphasizing the importance of being strategic and cautious about personal information. Scammers often employ social engineering to exploit job seekers' vulnerabilities, tricking them through seemingly legitimate offers.

Recent scam tactics, like "resume looting," where scammers hack job portals to steal massive amounts of personal data, urge job seekers to apply directly on company websites and verify the legitimacy of job offers.

I give examples of sophisticated scams, such as fake emails from "recruiters" with perfect grammar and spelling, possibly crafted using AI.

I advise scrutinizing the personal tone of such emails, checking company websites, and reporting suspicious communications to confirm their authenticity. Dyson lists red flags and warning signs of job scams, like unsolicited calls, seemingly perfect job offers, and requests for personal information too early.

I recommend using tools like Google Voice or YouMail to protect one's phone number. He also advises running regular security scans on computers and using a VPN, especially when accessing public Wi-Fi.

 In terms of recently observed job scams,  "resume looters" who hacked job portals to steal personal data, and how international scams often precede similar schemes in the U.S. He urges job seekers to be vigilant in verifying company legitimacy and to report scams immediately, detailing how to protect oneself by notifying relevant entities, running security scans, and monitoring credit reports.

I offer tips on spotting and avoiding scams, emphasizing the need for thorough research, verification of email addresses, and understanding common tactics scammers use. He discusses the role of AI in these scams, noting that while AI can craft convincing communications, it can't yet replace the need for personal verification of job offers and recruiter identities. 

I wrap up with practical steps for job seekers if they become scam victims. Dyson advises reporting scams to ic3.gov, notifying entities where personal information was shared, and running security scans on affected devices. Proactively monitor one's financial and digital footprints to prevent further damage. 

Here are three ways you can join the conversation:

– Call and leave a voicemail at 708-365-9822, or text your comments to the same number

– Go to TheVoiceofJobSeekers.com, press the “Send Voicemail” button on the right side of your screen, and leave a message

– Send email feedback to mark@thevoiceofjobseekers.com

Join “The Job Scam Report community!

Check out this episode!

[spoonofsketches]

Fun facts about my art and OCs! Let’s go!

First fact : Mailey is seen with tear-shaped eyelashes! A little difficult to tell since it just looks like eyelashes- but I try making them look like teardrops! And Carrie’s eyelashes are supposed to be heart-shaped! <33

I often try to show expression wherever I can! Including the weird… ahoge thing? I use that to show off feelings as well! Mainly with Mailey or Wally!

In this drawing, I had people guess if they could find a secret detail! Most thought it was supposed to do with Mailey’s tail and how it was colored.

Which, she is pan. But that wasn’t much of a secret since pride month was coming up and I lended out that information anyway! The secret detail was that the two made a heart! Which surprisingly my mom and brother got quickly qwq

BETA MAILEY (Sasha Cryberry) AND BETA CARRIE (Lynndell Sugars)!! 💕 I’ve grown so much and I’m so glad this is where I am now.

Mailey Maria has a scar on her left (our right) side. And her blue lipstick make a heart. She gives out blue heart kisses 😋🙏💕

Human Mailey has heterochromia 😝

And if you see these two in a whiteboard, that’s me! Hello hi!

Golly that was a lot to unpack.

[yeahyankee]

[The Moth of Glen Mailey Pt. 1, Narrated] - This short was a fun departure from my usual work, since I don’t normally write horror, especially about cryptids—but something about Late Summer/Early Autumn makes it jussst the right time for spooky/sexy stories. (Apologies if I sound a little stuffy—I’m a bit under the weather this weekend!)

Text Reader Accessible version here:

[these-written-reveries]

@ghosttownwherenoonegoes Wait Eri, before I forget, (excuse me for being a proud sister for a moment 🤭) I thought you'd like to see this!! My sister made this for me a while back and I had no idea she posted it on here, so now I'm finally giving it the love it deserves here. You're one of the main people I think of when I think of Eddie, so of course I had to make sure you saw it too hehe ❤️

(Btw, Mailey isn't a huge fan of Eddie/ST, yet she managed to capture him so well imo 😍 I never knew I needed Eddie in her adorable art style until she handed me this last Christmas 😭🖤)

⚡Eddie Munson Fanart!⚡

⚡This was an Eddie Christmas present for my sister I forgot to share with you all! Any Stranger Things fans?

⚡If you wish to support me interact or check out the link in my bio to my Etsy where I sell art prints ,sticker packs and paintings with Free Shipping in the U.S.!

⚡Any of your support means the world to me! I hope you are having a good weekend!💖

[maileylikesducks]

Requesting Info <3

Hello, Lovelys!!!!!!!!!!

I’m going to start writing on here, so please send me requests!! 

I’m only going to be writing for KNY, and I’ll only write female/gender neutral reader (sorry!). I’m only doing headcanons rn. I’ll do platonic relationships, child reader, fluff, angst, and most AUs. I will write for the Hashiras, kamaboko trio, Kanao, Genya, Sabito, and Yushiro

I will NOT do smut for the kamaboko trio and Muichiro. I won’t do smut for Mitsuri, Sanemi, Genya, and Kanao.

All the characters will be aged up to 16+ (even though I'm 14 I feel more comfortable writing about people 16+)

I won’t write things involving rape, incest (not even between step siblings/parents), pedophilia, beastiality, foot fetish, furry stuff (like nekos), there’s probably more that I can’t think of. If your request involves anything I’m not comfortable with I will delete the request. 

Most art I use isn’t mine, so if you know the artist please let me know so I can credit them! I don’t own Demon Slayer and the characters, I only own my writing!

Masterlist

About Mailey

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Chesapeake Shores 

Season 5, Episode 6 ‘Love Is Here To Stay’ 

photo preview 1 of 5 

[natromanxoff]

Credits to Marylyn J. Mailey.

A Royal Performance...

Mercury perform ‘live’ to Queen’s Roger Taylor.

On the 13th of October 2001, Mercury wore flown out to Palma, Majorca especially to entertain guests as the annual Regatta Ball for (?) 2000, a Sail Making company who’s director Patrick is a personal friend of Roger Taylor. Roger had said that he thought a Queen tribute band would be a great idea so in came Mercury!

Eight hundred people from across the world attended the superb venue “The Casion”, that night.

After a very successful gig Mercury members were most surprised and delighted when Roger Taylor came into the dressing room to shake their hands and talk to them.

“That was a first for me, such a (?) uncanny experience, what a pity Brian’s not here. I will certainly tell him about you guys” Roger commented. He said a number of times how he really enjoyed the show and remarked on the accuracy of the arrangements and how he thought the show was based on the Queen’s Magic Tour.

To Joseph he remarked that he must have studied a lot of Queen’s videos to capture Freddie’s performance so well and said that it made him feel rather strange, a little sad and nostalgic. Roger also asked Joseph “how does your voice stand up to so many performance as I know what a difficult job it is to do”.

Roger wanted to know how many times a week Mercury performed and asked if they were always received so well as he thought the audience that night would have been hard to please.

Mercury asked Roger if he minded having a few photographs with the band and he glanced through the mirror and said “why not”, shook everyone everyone’s hand once more before leaving.

The band then joined the party and slept for a few hours before flying home the following morning after a great weekend.

[morethanithoughtofficialblog]

Chapter 4: A slight hint of hope

In which the future looks brighter than you may think

*Your POV*

I found myself writing down a letter to the president, technically begging him to let monsters be truly free. Again. I was starting to ask myself why I even try. Again. This the seventeenth letter I've written to him, and yet, he won't listen.

Then I told myself that I shouldn't be thinking like this. That a lot of monsters had their hope on me, therefore, I should try harder.

I smiled, knowing that this was my inner dialogue every single day. And yet, I still have it, no matter what I'm doing. This is one of the few things that amaze me these days.

It's been a while since I have met them. Maybe a month or two; maybe even more. Ever since then, we've been talking for hours in my office every single day. I kinda like it. It gives me the feeling that I'm not alone in the world.

But then again, they'll probably leave once this is over. Or maybe not. Who knows?

They all have been awfully nice to me. Nicely than a lot of humans have ever been. This is one of the thousand reasons I keep writing to the president.

Maaaaaybe I should return to my cheery self. I'm being quite serious, haven't I?

No one can blame, though. I hate to admit it, but this issue is worrying me more than I expected. At first, the case was interesting, yes, but now it's kinda overwhelming, knowing that I'm dealing with a weak point; discrimination.

I just hope I don't end up like Rosa Parks after this. But that's just me being stubborn. Again.

Before my mind could get more depressive, though, I heard someone knock the door. I mentally groaned, with the feeling that I was gonna get a shitty opinion for the trillionth time.

"Come in"

"Wow, that's for sure the sourest answer you've given me, sweetie. That's quite the record!"

A smile crept onto my face. I recognize that voice anywhere!

She slammed the fricking door open like it was some sort of drama movie (which it's exactly what her life is) and posed dramatically. She was wearing sunglasses (even if it was cloudy outside), a fancy-yet-casual blouse, and some skinny jeans. Not to mention the usual high heels that make her bigger than a fucking tree. Oh, how not to miss her?

"Hello, beautiful!" She exclaimed before kissing my cheek on a french-greeting style "You look EXHAUSTED! But, hey, at least you are wearing makeup. Now THAT'S progress!"

"Mailey, I've been wearing makeup daily ever since I got this job"

"Wait..." she paused slightly, then let out a fake gasp. "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN WEARING IT VOLUNTARILY?!"

I giggled way louder than I wanted to, but I didn't mind. Mailey's has always managed to put me in such a good mood, all thanks to her cocky attitude. I haven't seen her for months, so I just really missed her. But I probably said that already. Oh well.

"Oh, (Y/N) darling!" She clapped her hands together in such a girly and unnatural way I almost lose it "Let's go to a café! I don't want to chat in such a sad and old place!"

"Uh, eh... you know what? A break would be great" I hesitantly answered, thinking that I just could clear my mind for a while. I actually haven't done that since I was a preteen, soooo... yeah...

"Wonderful! Let's get going! Just one thing... we will go to Starbucks!"

"Seriously?"

"You know I don't like Dunkin' Donuts, sweetheart. I don't tolerate that bitter taste you normally choose"

"And you know I don't tolerate that overwhelming sweetness you choose every time"

She took a pause and put down briefly her sunglasses, staring at me in fake shock. Oh, I know how much she hates Dunkin' Donuts, but Starbucks simply sucks!

"Well, I'll be the one paying, so I think it's fair" she teasingly added with a huge, goofy grin on her face.

Shit, she got me.

...

Oh well.

"Hmm. Guess you won this time, huh?" I answered, throwing my arms in defeat. She made a victory pose, and I silently giggled. I shouldn't be feeling this lonely since monsters visited today, right?

Well, guess what.

They didn't.

But I'm not complaining since I'm the one who told them not to come for today, arguing that they should take a break from leaving and coming. Some of them didn't think twice and accepted, which made me feel kinda bad. How stubborn have I been to actually keep them coming so often without a chance to take a breath?

...and that's why I also needed a break. Because I was about to become a fucking mess. Leave the tears for the night, (Y/N).

And so I left. Good thing I was doing extra hours, or else, I would have been crying after some time being all alone.

Sometimes I wonder if I can call myself a proper 20 years old adult. I mean, I'm quite mature at some things, but in others, I almost feel like I'm a 5 years old brat.

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*Frisk's POV*

It feels kinda weird not meeting (Y/N) today. Sure, I was getting exhausted of the daily routine, but know... I feel like something's missing. And that something is (Y/N).

We actually haven't been doing much in this little house, since we are really crowded in here. Yes, it has two floors, but we are more than 10 people, and it's starting to get on my nerves. Not even the orphanage felt this crowded.

But, hey, at least I'm with my friends and family and not with some random kids pushing each other. I think this is pretty much ok, I guess.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. Excited, I quickly ran to get it, and a smile flashed on my face. Emily, the daughter of the kind owners, has come for her weekly visit. Even Sans seemed eager to receive her, noticing his white pinpricks turn brighter.

She's 10 years old, so her voice is quite soft and pretty. I think she's on her school's choir and musical group, which it's totally cool. She has golden, twirly hair that gets not too long below her shoulders, and tends to wear a lot of dresses.

We were friends in the orphanage, so I know a thing or two more than the monsters do.

"Hi, kind creatures!" she chirped happily, making all of us grin wider. We returned the greeting quickly, which just made her giggle.

"I brought some gifts for you!" she added, clearly excited. I couldn't help myself, so I ended up drawing a small smile upon my lips. I'm always happy with her. She's just too kind and innocent, like the cinnamon roll Papyrus. I really missed her when I went on my trip to the Underground.

We all gathered in a circle, and watch with awe the food she brought us.

"Finally something new!" Undyne exclaimed with joy, hugging the little girl.

She also brought action figures for Papyrus, some clothes for all of us, some beautiful earrings to Toriel, and a book for Sans. Oh, so that's why he was eager, huh? I just remembered that she gives Sans a book every week, which he normally ends in the night after her visit. Then he just keeps rereading it until Emily comes again. It's fun to see him stress over a single book, though. One day he almost broke down when he found out that it was an open ending. Or, how he calls them, a 'fuck-the-reader's-mind-and-soul' ending.

"thanks, kid" he muttered, trying to hide his excitement and failing miserably. I smirked quietly, and he shrugged it off with a shy smile. I don't get this guy; but that's fine, I guess.

She decided to stay with us for the night, clearly feeling bored at her house. I understand, though. When you live in an orphanage you are never lonely, but if they suddenly adopt you with no other kids, it feels weird.

And so, we ended up planning the perfect game for a sleepover: pillow fighting. I was teaming up with Flowey (I forced him to play) and Emily. The other team was formed by Papyrus, Undyne, and Sans... who was just lazily resting on a pillow. And, naturally, Papyrus groaned when he noticed.

"BROTHER! GET UP, YOU LAZYBONES, AND HELP US BUILD A FORT! I DON'T PRETEND TO LOSE ONLY FOR YOUR LAZINESS!"

"sorry, bro. guess my laziness-"

"SANS"

"-rattled your bones"

"SAAAAAAAAAAAANS!!!!!!"

When I was about to protest, Asgore's cellphone started to ring.

And before he took it, I saw the ID caller...

And it was (Y/N)

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*Your POV*

I was listening to Mailey's plans for the future. Apparently, her boyfriend has an apartment in San Diego, and she wants to go with him. She says that her future is better in there and blah blah blah. I certainly don't think that's the reason she wants to go, but hey, I can't judge.

I slowly took a sip from my coffee, being the bitterest I could find. And, somehow, it was still sweet. Goddamnit.

If Mailey goes away, then... my life will be pretty much the same, actually. Yes, I will miss her, but we are not best friends and we didn't see each other frequently in the past. Still, I will have fewer people to casually tell my secrets and some of my problems. Now I have less than half of the friends I had in high school. Great.

But, well, she has changed. A lot. Yes, she still makes me laugh with her self-security, but it's not the same. She has lost that... simpleness she had. Now she posts on Instagram every day, she wants to be an influencer, and hell, she even put herself some pink strips on her blonde hair. Maybe I miss seeing that dorky part of her. She's just, well... different. I shouldn't be thinking like that, but it's true.

I was about to hide my face so Mailey couldn't take a picture of me when I received a call. Wow, no one can have a break these days, right?

The number wasn't part of my contacts, which was weird, but I decided to answer anyway. Not for being a good person, but as an excuse to calm Mailey the fuck down.

"Hello, this is (Y/N) (L/N). How can I help you?"

"Hello, (Y/N)... may I have a word with you?" a rough and familiar voice answered, which immediately put me nervous. Who is this guy?

"...I'm sorry sir, but could you specify who are you? We may have talked before, but I just can't remem-"

"Of course we have talked, miss (Y/N)" he interrupted, and I silently gulped "Actually, you wanted to discuss something with me, isn't that right?"

No way-

"I'm the president, miss (L/N). You have caught my interest with your detailed arguments, saying that monsters deserve a chance to grow in society. Or did I just called the wrong person?"

I stood there in shock for a few seconds, then made my way out of Starbucks to hear better. Keep your cool, (Y/N), and everything will be alright.

"You are totally right, Mr. President. I'm the one who sent those letters."

"Great. Now, let's discuss a few things, ok?"

"Of course sir".

I listened carefully, searching for any hints of hatred or irony in his voice. Instead, I just heard interest in the way he mentioned my arguments.

Eventually, we gave each other a quick-yet-formal goodbye, and I immediately called Asgore.

This is a serious business.

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*Asgore's POV*

My mind was thinking the worst when I saw (Y/N)'s ID on my phone. I saw that others were worried, too. Could this be the end? Are we going back to the Underground, after all those years of waiting?

I picked up reluctantly, watching the expectant reaction of my wi- Toriel, the expectant reaction of Toriel.

"Oh, hello (Y/N)!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my hopes high enough for everyone. "How has been your day?"

"It's been fine, thank you. How has been yours?" She bluntly answered, sounding like she was... distant.

Let's just hope it isn't what I'm thinking.

"It's been good, (Y/N). Anyways, how can I help you, young one?"

She didn't answer immediately. Actually, she remained still for a long time. The only thing I could hear was her breathing, and my positive smile was turning into a nervous one.

"Asgore, we have something we need to discuss"

And my smile dropped.

[supermeiko]

Inspection of fucking Tumblr

Below,NSFW! skeptical! transformation! Human rights violations! Not sane!

The lesser delusions of the skeptical MK world of my world long below.

By the way, please support that you can do this book! I plan to print this, but I am also considering making it an e-book.

Kink account is maintained use, but a large number of works are deleted and I post it here because I get angry.@mailey-under

Main subject from here

Fall down = succumb to libido

The equation is well known in Japan. However, in MK, although the expression is true, there are few erotic works. I am very sad.

Well, the god who fell and knew libido is Shinnok.Shinnok's longing thoughts come to know when Amulet gets into Raiden's hand.

Dark Raiden literally crashed, and he was plagued by sexual desires he had never before.

But that thought ends with the integration of the world, and his story ends here, as the adored Raiden disappears.

So who was able to remember that sexual desire? Shinnok has a servant named Quan Chi ...

Quan Chi is the bottom of Shinnok.But Revenant is also a slave to Quan Chi. Quan Chi trained them as top.

As Quan Chi alone is not enough, he gave the monster instructions to fuck. Revenant is not gender related to a starved monster.

Thus resulting sex slaves, Quan Chi and Shinnok will continue to seek the fuck even in the absence.

Even if Kronika is not good at it ...

This is probably still the case, as it is just a mere erotic book. For now, I am surprised because the official is riding on my wave of fuck thinking.