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closed starter for: @wickedthiswaycomes muses: darien x kavita location: outside of new horizons rehabilitation facility

kavita was really, really happy to be done with rehab. she was happy because the symptoms were gone, because for the first time in the last five years she actually believed that she was going to stick to it this time, because her dad was proud. but mostly, oh my god, she was so happy to be able to see darien again. some bullshit about only family being allowed during visitor's day for short stays... she fought the counselors violently over that one. he was more her family than anyone. the nurses and doctors and counselors congratulated her on her way out, but she had her weekender and one mission in mind. getting the fuck out of there. like a scene out of a movie, the sliding glass doors opened and there was darien, standing there waiting for her. vita could've cried - she still might - as she crashed into their arms, wrapping herself around him like a vice. "holy shit," she said, emotion fighting its way up her chest. "i've missed you so much."

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Something in the Water Part 2

Part 2 of Something in the Water

There's been an unexplained epidemic sweeping across the United States all stemming from few months ago. It seemed like in a single day all of Los Angeles was.... changed somehow. They'd all become homophobic, straight, conservative Christians. Nobody could figure out what or who was the cause.  Now, months later a little over half of the United States have been affected. The United States has been completely isolated from the rest of the world due to what's going on in the nation. It's gotten so bad that even the United Kingdom and Canada have shut their borders to all travel from the United States. As far as anywhere is aware the United States is the only country that has been affected by the changes occurring. _________________ Darien left the house after kissing his boyfriend Riley goodbye. He wanted to stay behind to take care of his boyfriend as he had started to feel a bit unwell shortly before Darien had to leave for work but Riley told him to just go and that he will be just fine. He showed up to work his job as an intern for the local water plant and noticed things were a little off. He was let in by a stud of a man with a thick southern accent named Tanner. He thought it odd because it'd always been a skinny little guy named Tommy who'd always let him in. He decided to just ignore it and continue off to work. The whole shift started to be weird to him so many southerners were working today. He figured there must have just been a bunch of new hires and he kept working as usual. After all, he has only been an intern for a couple months now. Who's to say the previous people working those jobs didn't just leave and needed replacing? A few hours into the job he decided to take a break. He brewed himself a cup of coffee using  the "Farmer Joe's Instant coffee" and water from the break room. He walked out to a private area and pulled his cell out and decided to call his boyfriend. As it rang he took a large sip of his coffee. "Hello, Riley." he spoke into the phone. He loved that man so much, they had met when they were freshmen in college. It was love at first sight for him, well for Riley it took him a few days but eventually he fell for him. "Riley? Have ya hit yer head or somethin'?" a man with a thick southern accent on the other side line said "The name's Ryan, how in sam hell did ya' forget that? Is your ass drunk again? Ya better not be plannin' to hog all that beer." Darien felt his body start to freeze as he hung up the phone in a daze. He couldn't believe it. He looked at his phone and saw it does say Ryan. He could of sworn he called his boyfriend Riley... Wait, boyfriend? but isn't he single? He felt his body start to get a little hot and the urge to pee so he went to the bathroom. He kept drinking his coffee as he was headed to the bathroom. His body only got hotter and it felt like his shirt was becoming tighter as he was walking. Unknown to him his body had begun changing and started to inflate with muscle and height. He set his coffee down on the counter as went over to a urinal to take a piss. Dartiy's previously mid length blonde hair receded to become short and brown. His body started to strain on him so he took it off. His mind began to flood with conflicting memories. Suddenly he started to remember being raised surrounded by country boy's despite not living in the country, going to church every Sunday even though he had been an atheist and Durty even remembered his first girlfriend, Kimberly.  That thought shocked him and had him confused because isn't he gay? Wasn't the first person he dated a boy named Kayden? The shirt in his hand had turned into a camo hat as he was thinking that. He felt an irresistible compulsion to put the hat on his head and when he did the world around him seemed to spin and shook his head and suddenly he was somewhere else entirely. He started calling himself an idiot cuz really? Him, Dusty Adams, being a fag? "A fag could never look this good" he thought as he looked at himself in the the mirror and started to flex in all his shirtless glory. He grabbed the beer he had set on the sink counter and chugged the last of it before letting out a loud belch and walking out of his bathroom. He called his neighbor Ryan up and told him his plans and to get ready. He went to his garage and grabbed a case of beers, texted some hoes where to show up and headed off Ryan's to share some beer and get them some pussy. Farmer Joe's plans are working. Now it's not just the water he is affecting and soon, all of the United States shall be changed for the better.

[honeyjars-sims]

2.27 Old Wounds

TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains C-PTSD flashbacks relating to child abuse. While not graphic, please use your own discretion in continuing with this post if those topics are triggering or upsetting to you.

Bonnie: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for coming out to celebrate my birthday with me. We’ve been through a lot as a family, but I’m so glad that we’re all here together now.

Johnny: Happy birthday, Mom!

Chantal and Destiny: Happy birthday!

Trinity: Just cut the cake already!

[laughter]

Johnny: So you’re the kid who’s dating my little sister. What’s your deal? Got a job yet?

Demarcus: No, sir, I’m only 12.

Johnny: Hmm. Well, I hope you’re treating my sister right. I know how 12-year-old boys are. I was one, after all.

[Johnny starts to put his hand on Demarcus’ shoulder]

Demarcus: Ah! Don't hurt me!

[Johnny has a flashback of Jimmy: Don't be such a brat and I won't have to!]

Johnny: I won't, why would you think that?

Demarcus: I dunno. Isn’t that what big brothers do?

Johnny: No! I was just messing with you. I would never…I’ll be back.

[Johnny goes to the bathroom to compose himself] 

Bonnie: [holding Darien] And there’s your Auntie Chantal!

Chantal: Hey sweet boy!

Destiny: Sorry Mom, I’m gonna have to take him back so I can put him down for a nap. 

Bonnie: Aw, sweet dreams little guy! [to Chantal] Doesn’t he make you want one of your own?

Chantal: Nope! I’m done with men anyhow.

Bonnie: I can’t blame you for that one. They cause nothin’ but trouble.

[The front door opens]

Trinity: Dad!

Jimmy: Hey princess! I thought I’d stop by to say hello since I didn’t get to see you this weekend.

Chantal: Mom, what the fuck? Why is he here?

Bonnie: Jimmy, I told you not to come!

Jimmy: Relax, I’ll just be a second. Hey, Johnny! Listen, I've been wanting--

Chantal: Don’t you fucking get near him!

Destiny: Stay back, Jimmy!

Jimmy: I just want to apologize!

[Chantal and Destiny block Jimmy from getting near Johnny. Johnny runs out of the apartment]

Bonnie: Johnny! Wait!

[Everyone follows Johnny outside]

Chantal: Jimmy, get the fuck out of here before I fucking end you!

Destiny: Leave, Jimmy!

Jimmy: Fine, I’m leaving! This wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t such a pussy.

Destiny: [to Bonnie] We’ve got him.

Johnny: [to Chantal] Please take me home.

Bonnie: Johnny, I’m so sorry, I told him not to come. I–

Chantal: Stop! You’ve done enough. Let’s go, bubs.

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[sanicsmut]

WORDS OF THE FALLEN - P.2

Read part 1 here.

Warnings : Spoilers for the end of Summerset. Uhhh a bit of angst, happy ending, the ending kinda lets you imagine how it end? I guess? I don't know. Uuuuh I hope its good.

Words: 1096

Robin’s comment: Sooo I finally finished this. I hope you'll like it!

“Hey, wake up!”

You recognized this voice. It hasn’t been long since the last time you heard him, but it still felt like something from a long time ago. You blinked, blinded by an intense light, before your vision adjusted. A man was looking at you, his voice tainted in concern.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, puzzled.

You blinked again.

“Darien?”

“It’s me.” He nodded, his face becoming clearer in your vision, despite the light surrounding you. “What are you doing here?” He asked again. “Are you another illusion from Meridia? Is she still trying to make it worse?”

“Huh?”

At this, a hint of a smile appeared on his lips, as if that simple reaction was an undeniable proof that you were real. That it was you.

“Ah, of course. No one else would go to these lengths to save a comrade, mh?”

“And no one else would end up stuck in the Colored Rooms just to help a friend, mh?” You retorted, your lips curving slightly. This place was brighter than you had anticipated, and Darien – oh Darien, he didn’t look bright at all. He may have looked happy to see you, but his signature golden armor was so dull, so…. So not golden, his blue eyes almost looked lifeless. His smile definitely didn’t reach them, and his voice was cracked, as if he had been screaming.

“Are you okay?” You eventually murmured, slowly standing up and taking in your surroundings, though you could barely see any landscape with all that light.

A heavy silence followed and he sighed quietly, his shoulders slumping.

“Honestly?… No.”

Darien. The heroic Darien. The Darien, who was always all smiles and positivism and smugness was admitting he wasn’t okay. It was a big thing. And deep down, you knew that even before coming here. That book said he was disappearing, after all, of course he wouldn’t be okay.

“Well. We’ll get you out of here and it’ll be fine.” You declared.

“How do you think you’re going to do that? How did you even end up here anyway?” His voice was skeptical with a hint of concern.

“I kind of… argued with Meridia.”

“Argued?” Darien’s eyebrows raised.

“… Yelled…”

He almost snorted.

“Of course you would do that. Just for me?”

“Darien, I–“

“You…?”

“… I couldn’t leave you here and you know that. Not after everything, not after you literally sacrificed your life for me.”

A heavy silence. Your eyes were on his, (e/c) pupils meeting blue ones. Your breathing was audible, a steady pattern going in and out of your lungs while he pondered an answer to that.

“How could I not?” He finally whispered, making your eyes widen ever so slightly. “You’ve been my companion for so long, my friend. I’ve saved the world – hell, our reality – by your side, twice, and even before that it was in my dream that you accompanied me. Even if those dreams were visions from Meridia, I’m grateful for them because they made me realize I’d find someone who matters. And after that, that I did find someone who matters. So yes, I’m grateful for them. I’m grateful for you. More than you could imagine.”

Another pause.

“… How much?” Your voice was as quiet as his.

The question hung in the air, as you stared at each other.

He took a step towards you, his tired eyes looking way less hopeless than they did a few moments before.

“My friend…”

Oh, how you loved this. He never called you vestige. Never called you hero, never by any title. Just his friend. And it was all you needed.

“I gave my life for you…” He continued, slowly taking your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “… And I’d do it again. And again. No questions asked.”

You exhaled, your breath shaking a bit. “Darien… I would never ask you to give your life for me. I wanted you to live. I want you to live.”

He smiled.

“I don’t know if I should call you selfless or selfish for this.”

You shrugged.

“Maybe I’m both.”

You looked down at your joined hands, he was absentmindedly rubbing circles on your skin.

“Maybe it doesn’t matter.” He replied. “All I know is that I won’t let your efforts go to waste. We’re getting out of here together, okay?”

You couldn’t help it, you smiled, hard, and this smile definitely reached your eyes. You briefly squeezed his hands in yours.

“Good, because you don’t have a choice. I’m not leaving without you.”

You reluctantly let go of his hands and turned around, determined to look for an issue in here, to get both of you out of this terrible place. However, he caught your wrist and, before you could realize what was happening, he turned you around and pressed his lips against yours. It was over in less than a second, as he took a step back.

“Sorry- I don’t know-” He apologized profusely, looking unusually awkward, realizing he had just touched you like that without asking you. He didn’t have time to finish, though, as you kissed him back, shutting him up instantly. He exhaled through his nose before wrapping his arms around you – realizing just now how unpractical his armor was. You stayed like that for a moment, pouring out pent up feelings, pain, fear, even, and affection, into this kiss. When you finally pulled away, you murmured.

“Ask me, next time. Okay?” You said gently.

“… Yeah. Sorry.” He breathed, still looking dazed. He wasn’t expecting you to actually kiss him. But then again, you didn’t expect this either. He blinked when he realized those last words.

“… Next time?”

“Yeah. Next time.”

He smiled like an idiot, holding you tighter in his arms.

“Ow, ow, okay big guy, maybe- tone it down a bit, your armor is suffocating me.”

“Sorry!” He said quickly, loosening his embrace. “Sorry, I just… Wow. You really mean that?”

“Darien.” You said, taking his hands in yours once again. “I care for you. Okay? More than you can imagine. If I have to go through Oblivion as a whole to get you back, I will. If I have to fight Molag Bal again, Nocturnal, Meridia, every daedric prince, I will. I’m not leaving you here.”

He nodded hesitantly, not knowing how to answer. But then, he took a deep breath.

“… I love you.” And you could see he meant that. His eyes held an unmistakable sincerity. Just like yours did when your only answer was to kiss him again.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket G Round 1

Poll 16

Cherish (@kindledrose) vs. Royale (@ittybluejay)

415. Cherish (@kindledrose)

he/him

• this boy. THIS BOY. mans is one of those flirty vigilante-type characters you know how it is. canonically ace tho (he is just in it for the bit and we love him for it <3 terribly flustered whenever anyone actually tries to reply to him. good at cracking one-liners and absolutely nothing else. zero thoughts in his head)

• his name is literally cherish. nicknames include cher. cheri. cheryl if someone's trying to piss him off. various cherry-flavored drinks and desserts because his friends are dorks.

• he's also lonely as heck!! wow how relatable am i right!! he has like two friends one of which he believes dead for a while (she's not) (it gets better for him of course but it does take a while)

• absolutely HATES taking off his mask. never does in front of anyone. for a while it was a ""hmm yeah nope not doing that"" thing but now it's a ""if i take this off everyone will know and try to kill me and it will suck"" thing

• super galaxy-coded his whole shtick revolves around stars it's awesome

• used to be a fnaf oc. somehow lmao. he was like one of those mop robots except homicidal. that was a while ago and now he's just a human guy but i still think that part's funny

• has a whole entire story (lives in a post-apocalyptic city! everyone wears masks!) but i'll save that for another post

• super beloved. please appreciate my little guy :]c

the only design part i will note is that he has velcro sneakers because he does not know how to tie shoelaces <3

416. Royale (@ittybluejay)

He/him

Royale is an awful, Irish wizard guy. His real name is Darien, but he does not use that name at all now. He was raised by his awful sorceress mother, who treated him awfully, and he had no friends until he became an adult. He eventually made friends with a man named Toal.

The two of them went to a temple to undertake some trials in order to become Chosen (a whole subclass of people in this context). Royale was under the impression that only one of them could become Chosen, so obviously he tried to backstab his friend. This was the wrong choice, and the being running the trials cut his arm off as punishment.

Toal became Chosen, and Royale ran away from home after realizing he had no reason to stay there. Royale later joined a cult, changed his name, and did many nefarious spells to extend his lifespan.

Then like 800 years later, he met Toal again (Toal is a skeleton now). He pretended to be Toal’s friend again, but it was a ploy to get Toal to help him with his goal. Royale’s new goal was to become the vessel for a god, he ends up succeeding, but then getting his butt kicked anyways and the god leaves him.

The god did still grant the immortality he wanted, so now he’s kinda depressed and can’t die. He’s pathetic, but very magically powerful. Also he cursed a guy to make him into a greed-based werewolf one time. Very petty guy.

(art by catniipped)

[coolcattime]

2, 4, 11, 21, 30!

2 - Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them? 

My newest OC is Winnie! She is a small dark elf (approx 18) who has 10 dozen bees within her body. She's a creepy weird girl who has skills to make her a nightmare being (she's a healer ^-^ )

She likes bees, The Heart (the eldritch thing that is beneath), and helping people. She dislikes wallpaper, swimming, and bad dreams.

Here are some picrews of her! (Note, Winnie is meant to be wearing a little woollen hat but I forgot when doing the picrews) (Picrews HERE and HERE)

I made her because I was going to play Heart: The City Beneath with friends and therefore needed a new character. She is based on the runaway from darkest dungeon 2 and that real child who said there was a monster that turned out to be 60,000 bees.

4 -  What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

So, I am terrible at identifying different kinds of music and definitely could not figure it out for all of my OCs.

However, @theiratlas did once do a couple of them so and I trust their judgement on this far more than my own so here is that list:

I also think I can say that Cassidy would like country music - because he is originally from Liminal Horror, a modern set ttrpg, and he was a country singer.

And Sigourney (the other OC originally from Liminal) would be into some sort of punk music because she was originally based on Reko so why not keep that connection going

11 -  Sum up one or more of your wips! 

This answer ended up being longer so it’s under the read more! It’s long because I maybe just give a (very short) summary of every WIP that has any actual writing done (so out of the scripting/planning stage).

21 -  When did you start considering yourself a writer/artist? 

Writer; at like age seven when I got my first nice notebook and started writing stories that made my mum scared. Because even though I really couldn’t stomach the idea of horror movies until age sixteen, I have always been a horror fan (my mum does not appreciate this).

Artist; god knows. Somedays I probably still wouldn’t 😅

30 - How are you doing? <3

Pretty good right now!

11 - The Full Answer

OC Danganronpa AU, Prologue - The prologue of an OC danganronpa AU. Will also certainly will get split into parts if ever finished.

Funger OC, Point of No Return - A scene from the C Route of our OC Termina AU. Rhell's POV of her, Rhys, and Libi killing Medli and Darien.

Mianite Libris Crossover, Jordan POV - A scene that introduces Katherine, Orla, and Idric from Jordan's POV. Features Idric breaking parts of the already mostly ruined Sparksize church because he's incredibly stressed and needs to break something.

Mianite Until Dawn, C3P1 - Ianite, Sonja, Jordan, and Dianite do a seance. Tom and Skipper continue towards the guest cabin

Mianite YTTD, Untitled Document - The prologue of Mianite YTTD. Features a woman asking if you know a majority vote is, a demonstration of the results of a majority vote, and Tom and Jordan walking back late from university.

The Libris Collection, Idric is dead??? - A story about how Medli, Altair, Katherine, and Leontine deal with grief after Idric is apparently disintegrated.

The Libris Collection, Sigourney - Signourney mets the Storyteller is made to tell her own backstory.

The Libris Collection, The Name Ba'lor - Medli and Idric discuss how Idric picked his own last name and Medli talks about walking to change her own last name.

A New Life P2 - The beginning of a second part to A New Life. Capsize has a perfect life with Ianite, but keeps having odd dreams about a strange woman and finds herself forgetting things more and more often.

Ace Attorney AU - On the day when Altair has finally decided to drop out of university, Altair is arrested for murdering their professor.

Blades, Dimitra - Dimitra waits outside of a music longue, hoping to see her girlfriend who suddenly disappeared months ago after an accident on a heist.

Sleeping Curse WIP - Capsize and Redbeard sleeping beauty curse AU. In the present, Redbeard guards the cursed Capsize, lost as to what he's meant to do to wake her up. In the past, Capsize attempts enjoy her last uncursed year, wondering if she'll ever find a "true love" to break the curse that's soon going to strike.

Zombie Leontine AU - In a world where instead of being a cute weird girl, Leontine used her spore powers to create the zombie apocolaypse, Leontine and Katherine meet. Katherine is somehow immune to the spores turning her into a zombie. Leontine is not the monstrous necromancer that she appears to be. (Yes, I made another Beauty and the Beast style story - sue me)

Text Note 4/2 - God swap au. As Tucker and Sonja come back unsuccessful in their attempts to find their goddess, Jordan is unfortunately joined by some friends.

Text Note 7/1 - OC Funger AU. Route A. Altair and Darien rush back to the train after being attacked by a horde of monstrous villagers only to find that nearly everyone has left.

Home and Free, Chp14 - Sonja learns that Capsize has never celebrated the Winter Solistice and is encouraged by Tom to change that fact.

Safety - Capsize wakes up in a cage, and is told by Ianite that her friends imprisoned her to save Ianite.

Mianite W/W Vampire AU. Ianite sees her - Vampire Lord Ianite sees Capsize for the first time.

Under the New Moon, Chp2 - Tucker and Sonja go to Jordan's bar to have a meeting with Capsize, but it unfortunately appears that she's late.

There is almost certainly more, but I'm not dismantling the notebook pile to search through and I'm gonna be honest, I'm sure this will more than suffice.

[alamusprime]

Hi everybody! Happy Belated Holidays! I hope everyone had a good time.

Things have been all busy over here with a newborn and family staying with us for 3 weeks!

I had little Darien on the 1st of December and am healing well from the c section. No more pain with sitting which is nice! I’m on the mend, little bub sleeps ok as long as we bed share, and my husband has been back at work for 2 weeks so it’s just me watching the little dude all day.

Still getting the hang of his awake cycles where I can finally try and put him down to get things done. Sadly, he is a velcro baby so I can’t put him down without hysterical screaming. 😑

I’m gonna get a better carrier so I can just wear him and see about getting back to work! Well, work and more nesting. I really have a strong urge to get my house into order. Probably cause I was such a slug while pregnant. Damn, I’m so happy to not be pregnant anymore!

So yah, that’s what’s going on over here.

Well, see yah around!

[madamlaydebug]

“THE PRIMITIVE BLACK NATIONS OF AMERICA” by professor Constantine Samuel Rafinesque, c. 1832

An often ignored and forgotten part of American history is the fact that Europeans encountered dark-skinned people (later referred to as negroes) when they arrived on the shores of North, South, and Central America…

This passage, taken from professor Constantine Rafinesque's publication, Atlantic Journal and Friend of Knowledge, details the various "Black Nations" that existed pre-Columbus in America…

Atlantic Journal and Friend of Knowledge was based off of over 33 years of travel and research by the esteemed professor…

"The Primitive Black Nations of America."

By Professor C. S. Rafinesque.

“The Society of Geography having offered a reward for the best memoir on the Origin of the Asiatic Negroes, I sent them last year two Memoirs; one on those Asiatic Negroes,'wherein I demonstrated the affinities of their languages with the African and Polynesian Negroes, as well as with the Hindus and Chinese, and renders it probable that all the Negroes originated in the Southern Slopes of the Himalaya Mountains, as they did once exist all over India, South China, Japan, Persia and Arabia...

My second Memoir was on the Negro or Black Nations, found in America before Columbus, wherein I proved their existence and connection by language with the Negroes of Africa and Polynesia…

These Memoirs have been rewarded by the learned Society of Geography, with a gold medal of 100 Francs, which was lately communicated to me by Messrs Warden, our former Consul in Paris, and Jomard member of the Institute…

This gratifying intelligence will be acceptable to all my friends, and furnish another proof of my ability to unravel at last, the origins of all the American Nations and Tribes, in pursuing the path which I have opened, by comparing all the Languages mathematically and numerically with each other…

To many, this fact of old Black Nations in America will be new…

Yet it is important feature of American History…

I will here merely enumerate the Black tribes of which I have found evident traces and remains in North and South America…

1. The ancient Caracols of Hayti, represented as a Nation of Beasts by the Historical Songs, see Roman and Martyr

2. The Califurnams of the Carib Islands, called Black Caribs or Guanini by others, are a black branch of Caribs. See Rochefort, Herrera

3. The Arguahos of Cutara mentioned by Garcias in the West Indies, quite black.

4. The Black Aroras of Raleigh, or Yaruras of the Spaniards, ugly black or brown Negroes, yet existing near the Oronoco, and language known, called monkeys by their neighbors

5. Chaymas of Guyana, brown Negroes like Hottentots, see Humboldt

6. The Mangipas and Porcigis of Nienhof, the Motayas of Knivet, & all of Brazil, brown Negroes with curly hair. See also Vespucius and Pigafetta

7. The Nigritas of Martyr in Darien, yet existing in Choco under the name Chucnas or Gaunas or Chinos. See Mollien. Ugly red or black Negroes.

8. Those of Popayan called Manabi, blackish with negro features and hair. See Stevenson.

9. The Guabas and Jaras of Taguzgalpa near the Honduras. See Juaros, now called Zambos.

10. The Enslen or Esteros of New California, ugly blackish Negroes. See Vanegas, Langsdorf.

11. The Black Indians met by the Spaniards in Louisiana in 1543. See Soto’s invasion.

12. The Moon-eyed Negroes, and albinos, destroyed by the Cherokis, and seen in Panama.

Among these the Yarura language has 50% of analogy with the Gauna, 40% with the Ashanty or Fanty of Guinea, and about 33% with the Fulah, Bornu and Congo languages of Africa...

In Asia it has 39% of numerical affinity with the Samang Negroes, and 40% with the Negroes of Andaman as well as those of Australia or New Holland...

All this and many other details are given at length proved by authorities and compared vocabularies in my Memoir"

[littlebodyinkheart]

HERE IT ISSS MY STUPID DDLC X INKHEART AU!!

Unfortunately, the file got messed up when I pasted it here, so I couldn't add any fancy visual effects to it (trust me when I say it looked SO much better in the original file), so I guess we'll just have to take what we can get.

So enjoy :D (I hope)

Ladies and gents of the Inkheart (and DDLC) community, I, @hearts4capricorn , present to you:

DOKI DOKI!🖋

❤️‍🔥FIRE RAISERS CLUB!❤️‍🔥

Monika - Capricorn

Sayori - Dustfinger

Natsuki - Basta

Yuri - Mo

Greetings, Capricorn here!

Welcome to the Fire Raisers! It's always been a dream of mine to reach the top and do great things, as of starting this “club” if you will, will only make things easier for me. Now that you're also a Fire Raiser, you can help me make that dream come true in this fantasy novel.

Every day is full of chit-chat and activities with all of my loyal and unique club members:

Dustfinger, the youthful and optimistic “Fire Dancer” who values life the most;

Basta, the deceivingly hot-headed boy who packs an assertive punch; also my most loyal henchman;

Mortimer Folchart, the timid and mysterious one who finds comfort in the world of books;

...And, of course, Capricorn, the leader of the club. (That's me)

I'm expecting you to make friends with everyone and help the Fire Raisers become stronger than ever. But I can tell already that you're a sweetheart—will you promise to spend the most time with me?

Mo poems

Act 1, second day

Ghost under the light

My hair illuminates beneath the amber glow.

Glowing.

It must be this one.

The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.

The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.

I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.

The light flickers.

I flicker back.

Act 1, third day

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene

Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

When a new planet swims into his ken;

Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes

He star’d at the Pacific — and all his men

Look’d at each other with a wild surmise —

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Act 1, fourth day

The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,

Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,

Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,

Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,

Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).

At thy return my blushing was not small,

My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,

I cast thee by as one unfit for light,

The visage was so irksome in my sight;

Yet being mine own, at length affection would

Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.

I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,

And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.

Act 2

Tyrant

My first thought was, he lied in every word,

That hoary cripple, with malicious EYE

Askance to watch the working of his lie

On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford

Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor’d

Its edge, at one more victim gain’d thereby …

The Bell

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

AS ALL THE HEAVENS WERE A BELL,

And Being, but an EAR,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

WreTCHEDed, solitary, HERE

C ICORN S L ST ENING

Dustfinger poems

Act 1, second day

Dear fire

The way you glow and crackle in the night,

It makes me feel like you missed me too.

Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed.

Making me rub the sleep from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?

Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?

I look above. The sky is of deep blue.

It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.

But I'm not mad.

I want to play with you.

Act 1, third day

And I to fire

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem

%

Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of

Get.

Out.

Of.

My.

Head.

Ashes denote that fire was;

Respect the grayest pile

For the departed creature’s sake

That hovered there awhile.

But a fire never actually dies.

It just stops moving.

Basta poems

Act 1, second day

Knives

Knives are sharp.

Knives are dangerous.

Knives are fun.

Knives can kill.

Knives can make you feel alive.

Knives go away.

Act 1, third day

Sharp

each night

when I go to bed

I lay on my side

because there are

knives in my back

and knives in my head

lying on my back

or lying on my chest

would only push the

knives in further

But then comes a hand

To guide me through the dark

And when I reach to grab it

The knives retract with a spark

Act 1, fourth day

Because you

Tomorrow will be brighter with me around

But when today is dim, I can only look down.

My looking is a little more forward

Because you look at me.

When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!

But my truest feelings can never come out.

My words are a little less empty

Because you listen to me.

When something is above me, I reach for the stars.

But when I feel small, I don't get very far.

My standing is a little bit taller

Because you sit with me.

I believe in myself with all of my heart.

But what do I do when it's torn all apart?

My faith is a little bit stronger

Because you trusted me.

My pen always puts my feelings to the test.

I'm not a good writer, but my best is my best.

My poems are a little bit dearer

Because you think of me.

Because you, because you, because you.

Act 2

Too many

"There’s too many”,

And they looked at me.

Did someone stab me?

It felt like it.

And then they said my name.

Did someone twist the knife?

It hurts.

Basta's request

I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Dustfinger has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But he's not normally like this. He's always been sarcastic and lively and annoyingly energetic ...things like that.

Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to suck it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about him. But I would rather DIE than try talking to him about it. He's my WORST ENEMY. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that he'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince him to talk to someone.

I've always wanted to try getting closer to “Dirty-Finger” and it actually really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I'll even give you my knife for a day if I have to. Just please try to do something.

As for Capricorn... I don't know why, but he's been making me feel weird recently. Something in his eyes makes me freeze in fear when he glances at me, and I feel like I'm missing something important that I can't remember. So I'm trying my best to avoid getting him mad right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HIM KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading.

“I changed my mind.”

“Ignore everything you just read”

“There's no point in trying to do anything”

“It's Dustfinger's own fault that he's so unlikable”

“Can you hear me, reader?”

“If you would just spend more time with Capricorn, all these problems would go away.”

“Silvertongue and I are too messed up for someone as wonderful as you.”

“Just think of Capricorn from now on.”

“Just Capricorn.”

Just Capricorn.

Just Capricorn.

Just Capricorn.

*game restart*

Cornelia Funke

(Team Salvato)

Just Capricorn.

Capricorn poems

Act 1, second day

The Lady Who Knows Everything

An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.

The Lady who Knows Everything.

A beautiful lady who has found every answer,

All meaning,

All purpose,

And all that was ever sought.

And here I am,

a feather

Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.

Day after day, I search.

I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.

But when all else has failed me,

When all others have turned away,

The legend is all that remains -

the last dim star glimmering in the twilight sky.

Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.

I fall.

And I fall and fall, and fall even more.

Gentle as a feather.

A dry quill, expressionless.

But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.

The hand of a beautiful lady.

I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.

The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.

Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.

"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.

There is no meaning.

There is no purpose.

And we seek only the impossible.

I am not your legend.

Your legend does not exist."

And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.

Act 1, third day

Hole in Wall

It couldn't have been me.

See, the direction the spackle protrudes.

A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.

I peer inside for a clue.

No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.

But it's too late. My retinas.

Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.

It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.

It was too deep.

Stretching forever into everything.

A hole of infinite choices.

I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.

I was looking out.

And she, on the other side, was looking in.

Act 1, fourth day

Hole in wall 2

But she wasn't looking at me.

Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.

But my burned eyes can no longer see color.

Are there others in this room? Are they talking?

Or are they simply words on flat sheets of paper,

The sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?

The room begins to crinkle.

Closing in on me.

The air I breathe dissipates before it reaches my lungs.

I panic. There must be a way out.

It's right there. She's right there.

Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.

Act 2

Wheel.

A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.

Open Your Third Eye

I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't... I can't stop myself.

And suddenly all I see is red. Red blood. Red church. Red cathedral. Red satin. Red God. Red sky.

And the eye opens.

Act 3

Happy End.

Pen in hand, I find my strength.

The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love.

Together, let us dismantle this crumbling world

And write a novel of our own fantasies.

With a flick of his pen, the lost finds his way.

In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day.

After all,

Not all good times must come to an end.

Mo words

1. Pages

2. Book

3. Journal

4. Fantasy

5. Imagination

6. Words

7. Journey

8. Judgement

9. Landscape

10. Philosophy

11. Portrait

12. Intellectual

13. Analysis

14. Atone

15. Question

16. Time

17. Variance

18. Story

19. Novel

20. Tenacious

Dustfinger words

1. Fire

2. Adventure

3. Daydream

4. Match

5. Dancer

6. Summon

7. Fairy

8. Marten

9. Fireworks

10. Family

11. Home

12. Coward

13. Forgive

14. Friendship

15. Nature

16. Garden

17. Return

18. Scars

19. Unrequited

20. Secret

Basta words

1. Knife

2. Sharp

3. Edge

4. Neglect

5. Trust

6. Loyalty

7. Betrayal

8. Curse

9. Hex

10. Spell

11. Luck

12. Superstitious

13. Clairvoyant

14. Cat

15. Mint

16. Jacket

17. Anxiety

18. Tough

19. Blade

20. Dagger

+ Bonus!

Capricorn words

1. Shadow

2. Red

3. Cathedral

4. Master

5. Heart

6. Tyrant

7. Murder

8. Ashes

9. Memory

10. Crimson

11. Lust

12. Cage

13. Climax

14. Massacre

15. Wrath

16. Hate

17. Childhood

18. Father

19. King

20. Ink

Your Reality.

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand, write the way into his heart

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day?

What will it take just to find that special day?

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway

When I can't even read my own feelings

What good are words when a smile says it all?

And if this world won't write me an ending

What will it take just for me to have it all?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?

Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

How can I write love into reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat

What do you call love in your reality?

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you

I'll leave you be.

CREDITS✒️

Doki Doki Literature Club! - Dan Salvato

Monika, Natsuki, Yuri, Sayori - Dan Salvato

Your Reality - Dan Salvato, Jillian Ashcraft

Poems “Ghost Under The Light”, “Because you”, “Wheel”, “Open Your Third Eye”, “Happy End”, “Dear Sunshine/Fire”, “Hole in wall”, “Hole in wall 2”, “The Lady who Knows Everything” - Doki Doki Literature Club!

Inkheart - Cornelia Funke

Capricorn, Mortimer Folchart, Basta, Dustfinger - Cornelia Funke

POEM CREDITS✒️

“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”

(Tyrant) - Robert Browning

“I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain”

(The Bell) - Emily Dickinson

“The Tenth Muse Lately sprung up in America” - Anne Bradstreet

“On First Looking into Chapman's Homer” - John Keats

“My love is like to ice, And I to Fire”

(And I to Fire) - Edmund Spenser

“Ashes denote that fire was”

(Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem)

- Emily Dickinson

“Knives” - user “Izzy” on hellopoetry.com

“Sharp” (short fragment from “knives”) - user “Rick Adams” on hellopoetry.com

@peppermintfreak @tintenherzundseele @a-pun-and-ten-dead

[officiallallorona]

people you'd like to know better

Tagged by @kirayaykimura who is a cheater because she knows me better than anyone else on this planet

1. Three ships

a. Captain Swan/Hook and Emma (Once Upon a Time) b. Hak and Yona (Yona of the Dawn) c. James and Teresa (Queen of the South)

2. First ship

Mamoru & Usagi from Sailor Moon. And I grew up on the defunct DiC dub so they were "Darien and Serena." TO THIS DAY: obsessed!

3. Last song

Adventures in Solitude by The New Pornographers

4. Last movie

The Little Mermaid (live-action). I enjoyed it. Pretty much a straight adaption but with more fleshed-out characters (except for Eric's mom...her arc was weird imho).

5. Currently reading

Such Sharp Teeth by Rachel Harrison because it's close to Halloween and let's do werewolf romance!

Also:

American Brujeria: Modern Mexican-American Folk Magic by J. Allen Cross. I'm trying to learn the curanderismo practices my Wilita was a practitioner of.

6. Currently watching

I just finished Queen of the South (finally!) last night and that will occupy my brain space for a little bit longer.

Also watching My Happy Marriage with Alex. Need to continue with The Bear. And I'm also on the lookout for something Halloween-y so if anybody has any suggestions...

7. Last thing I wrote

I wrote and FINISHED (but didn't publish outside of showing my closest friends) a little flash story that's basically a fucked up lil fairy tale. Last thing I wrote in general was a bit more dialogue for what might become my novel.

tagging: @knightinironarmor because I have strayed so far from my tony stark moots and i miss them, my captain swan og @a-heart-of-kyber, and @osanzo

[zponds]

The Genie Team - Season 9 — “The Tragedy of Penn Central” (part 1)

One day at the National New York Central Railroad Museum in Indiana, Max looks at some old photographs that were taken long ago during the days of New York Central System. And May (who’s in her Hoenn outfit form to conceal her genie identity), is going through files of old photographs, when an unknown photograph slips out from one of the files. May is about to pick it up, but stops when she sees what’s in the photograph: a logo of something called Penn Central. May is quite taken aback as she’s never heard of Penn Central before, and when Max wonders what’s up, May shows him the Penn Central logo photograph, and Max becomes just as taken aback as his sister and genie. At that moment, Becky (in her human form) comes back in from outside, having looked at and taken photographs of Mohawk #3001. She wonders what May and Max are looking and she asks, but the Maple siblings say nothing, so Becky looks at what they’re looking at, and she too becomes taken aback. Meanwhile, along the Keystone Corridor section of the Northeast Corridor, Ash (in his Sinnoh outfit) and Dawn (who’s in her winter outfit to conceal her genie identity), are watching trains go by. They see Glenn, one of the four GG1’s, flying by train that’s 15 Pennsylvania Railroad passenger cars long. Dawn says that she enjoys seeing the four GG1’s flying by whenever she gets the chance, and Ash agrees with her. At that moment, Ethan, one of the three E4’s, zooms by, but he’s pulling something that catches Ash and Dawn by surprise; three jade green cabooses with “Penn Central” written on their sides, as well as weird logo symbols of what look like a “P” and a “C” meeting. After Ethan zooms by, Ash and Dawn are confused, as they never heard of this “Penn Central” before. Dawn gets a notification from Ellie, and when Dawn checks said notification, it says “All Genies, gather at the Genie School of Friendship. We have a mater to discuss.”. Dawn tells Ash about the notification and she teleports him and herself to the Genie School. When they arrive, they see all the genies and their masters. With everyone present and accounted for, Ellie asks if anybody had any weird discoveries regarding this “Penn Central”. May and Max explain their Penn Central logo picture discovery, then Dawn and Ash discuss their Penn Central caboose sighting. However, Darien and Serena (Sailor Moon) notice me sitting on a nearby bench, holding Mina’s lamp, and Mina is sleeping inside her lamp. Darien wonders if I’m paying any attention to the discussion at all. As Darien, Sailor Moon, Hunter, Temacu, Grant, and Amanda approach me, I look at Mina’s lamp and I gently rub it, and Mina comes out. She notices me feeling down, but before she can ask me what’s wrong, Darien and Sailor Moon grab my attention, asking me why I’m not paying attention to the meeting at all. Mina becomes confused, so Sailor Moon tells her about the meeting and its subject; Penn Central. When Mina hears this, she becomes more confused as she’s never heard of Penn Central. I moan sadly having heard “Penn Central”, and Mina asks if I know anything about this Penn Central. I say that Penn Central was in fact real, but I can’t explain about it as it’s way way WAY too depressing. Mina comforts her master, me. Although I do add that if the genie team wants to know the story of Penn Central, they should hear it from an engine who actually went through it. Mirabelle and Sally think that they should talk to Torpedo and Paul about it. Reluctantly, I agree, and the genie team and I set off to find and gather the two.

[goalhofer]

2024-25 Florida Panthers roster

Wingers

#10 Anthony-John Greer (Notre-Dame-Des-Prairies, Quebec)*

#12 Jonah Gadjovich (Whitby, Ontario)

#19 Matthew Tkachuk (Creve Couer, Missouri) A

#25 Matthew Samoskevich (Newtown, Connecticut)**

#92 Tomáš Nosek (Pardubice, Czech Republic)*

Centers

#9 Sam Bennett (East Gwillimbury, Ontario)

#13 Sam Reinhart (West Vancouver, British Columbia)

#15 Anton Lundell (Espoo, Finland)

#16 Aleksander Barkov (Tampere, Finland) C

#17 Evan Rodrigues (Toronto, Ontario)

#23 Carter Verhaeghe (Hamilton, Ontario)

#27 Eetu Luostarinen (Siilinjärvi, Finland)

#70 Jesper Boqvist (Falun Stad, Sweden)*

Defensemen

#5 Aaron Ekblad (Lakeshore, Ontario) A

#7 Dmitry Kulikov (Lipetsk, Russia)

#26 Uvis Balinskis (Ventspils, Latvia)

#34 Adam Boqvist (Falun Stad, Sweden)*

#42 Gustav Forsling (Linköping Stad, Sweden)

#77 Niko Mikkola (Oulu, Finland)

#88 Nate Schmidt (St. Cloud, Minnesota)*

Goalies

#30 Spencer Knight (Darien, Connecticut)

#72 Sergei Bobrovsky (Novokuznetsk, Russia)

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[ask-valentino-anything]

Štěpán:

"Nikdo neví, že je gay." Štěpán je hlasitý a energický, má mnoho kamarádů. Je zamilovaný do Dariena, už od té doby, co přišel do školy jako nový student. Darien je pro něj oporou. Štěpán ale neumí dobře vyjadřovat lásku. Dělá věci, které se Darienovi nelíbí. Jednoho dne k němu přišel Patrik a začal se k Štěpánovi chovat podobně, jako se Štěpán chová k Darienovi. Štěpánovi to vadí, ale možná se mu to začne i líbit.

Patrik:

Sportovní typ, který si myslí, že je lepší než ostatní. Darien požádal Patrika, aby se Štěpánovi pomstil za to, jak se k němu chová. Patrikovi se ale pomsta začne líbit. Začne dělat Štěpánovi více "sexuálních" věcí. Když se ho někdo zeptá, jestli je gay, odpoví ne. Ale teď už sám neví.

Zvládnou překonat všechno, aby mohli být spolu, nebo jejich láska skončí nepoznána a zametená pod koberec?Pohled Štěpána

Šel jsem do školy s Darienem. A rychle jsem se převlékl. Bojím se Patrika, že mi ublíží. Na začátku roku Patrik zbil Matyáše jenom kvůli tomu, že do něj omylem žduchl. Ale naštěstí v šatně nebyl. Proto chodím o trochu později do školy než ostatní. Počkal jsem na Dariena a šli jsme do naší třídy. Když jsme vešli do třídy, hned jsem šel za Darienem a viděl jsem ji: Kristýnu Holkovou. Jediná holka co zajímá  psychologie kanibalismus . No sám nevím, jak jí to muže bavit , ale Darien mi už o ní něco říkal. Ale ona s Darienem mluví, jako kdyby byla jeho holka, a to mi vadí. Ale pomohla mi s fyzikou, takže já nevím. Ona je divná.

"Ahoj, Dariene," řekla mu. A to mu říká KAŽDÝ DEN! To jako kdyby s ním chodila, ta jedna kunda. Bere mi mého Dariena.

Ale než si stihli prohodit slova, přišel jsem mezi ně. "Dariene! Přijdeš v pátek?" Mám něco domluvené s Matoušem a chci tam i Dariena.

Darien se podíval na Kristýnu a pak řekl ne. To je hrozné, bavím se s Matoušem jenom kvůli Darienovi, a ten hajzl ani nechce s námi jít ven.

"Dariene (bla bla bla bla)." Nedával jsem pozor, Kristýna mi bere Dariena. Můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj, můj! JE KURVA MŮJ!!!! Přemýšlel jsem na chvilku a pak se Darien zeptal:

"A co ty, Štěpáne?"

"C-Co? Mohl bys to říct znovu?" Nedával jsem pozor a teď jsem se ztrapnil před Darienem a Kristýnou.

"Jsi připravený na test z fyziky?" Řekla Kristýna.

"Jo, jsem... Děkuji za tu fyziku," řekl jsem.

"Nemáš zač," řekla a pak zazvonilo.

Celý den byl nudný, no, byl do té doby, kdy máme svačinu. Jedl jsem u Dariena. A Kristýna jedla a někdy něco řekla do naší konverzace a pak přišel on, Patrik. Bál jsem se, že mi zase něco udělá. A měl jsem pravdu. Vzal mě za hlavu a začal mě škádlit.

"Přestaň!" zařval jsem.

"Ale přestaň, Štěpáne," řekl. Darien se pozastavil a odešel k Maxovi.

Díval jsem se kolem, jestli mi někdo pomůže. Kristýna se na mě dívala s empatickým pohledem, ale nic neudělala. Odešla za svou nejlepší kamarádkou Aničkou. Dívala se na Patrika, jak mi strčil mou hlavu do jeho rozkroku.

"M-mff," snažil jsem se protestovat, ale nic se nestalo, dokud jsem neucítil něco tvrdého. Myslel jsem, že to bude jen jeho opasek, ale pak mě pustil a šel si sednout. Kristýna za mnou přišla.

"Hej, Štěpko, vše okay?" dala mi ruku na rameno. Chtěl jsem jí říct všechny své pocity a taky ať na mě nešahá, ale místo toho jsem řekl:

"Ano..." Potom zazvonilo na hodinu matiky, takže jsem si šel sednout.

-----------------------------------Konec kapitoly----------------------Pohled Patrika

Když mi začalo růst péro tak jsem se rychle odtrhl od Štěpána.

To jse nesmí už nikdy stát. Sedl jsem si do lavice před Aničkou a Matoušem a za Rostislavem a Damiánem.Sedím vedle Elišky a je to pěkná otrava. Kristýna sotva odešla od Aničky. Díky bohů, já a Kristýna nemáme dobrý vsah. Proč? No protože je divná.

Zazvonilo druhé zvonění

Pak přišla paní učitelka Rondonová naše nejpřísnější učitelka. Ale já jí ližu prdel takže mě má ráda.

"Dneska budeme opakovat násobilku. Každý dostane pracovní list. Službo! Rozdejte" Kristýna a Anička byly služba tak se obě postavily a rozdávali. Anička mi dala list a čekal jsem než nám dovolí psát.

"Všichni psát až skončí 10 minut tak někoho zavolám k tabuli" 

A tak jsem začal psát .

542×65= 35 230

458×789= 361 362

45 236×5 967=269 923 212

7 854 369×568 213=4 462 954 572 430

Příklady jsem dopsal a jen jsem čekal.

Pohled Kristýny

"Dariene . Takhle to musíš udělat" už jsem měla hotový list takže jsem pomáhala Darienovy .

"Kristýno! Přines jsem svůj sešit a napiš svoje výsledky na tabuli."  Zvedla jsem se a začala jsem psát. 

542×65= 35 230

458×789= 361 362

45 236×5 967=269 923 212

7 854 369×568 213=4 462 954 572 597. 

"Má to správně?"

"Né paní učitelko ten poslední příklad je špatně! Já jsem vypočítal 7 854 369×568 213=4 462 954 572 430." "Tak Patriku prosím Vem jsi svou kalkulačku a spočítej to" Vyděla jsem jak jsi tam ťukal do kalkulačky . Pak zvedl hlavu a řekl. "Má pravdu" a začal svůj výsledek mazat.

POHLED PATRIKA

Jak to že ona ten výsledek měla správně a já ne? .

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Po hodiné Matiky jsem zašel na záchod. Vyděl jsem tam Štěpána s Matoušem tak jsem se rozhodl že je půjdu odposlpuchávat. "Matouši! Co když zase začne chodit s Kristýnou?" Zeptal jse Štěpán Matouše. "Já znám kiki. A ona je strašně přechodová . Ona už měla 20 kluků minimálně. A taky vím že má chrushe na holku. Takže tak." Matouš se kamarádi s Kristýnou takže nejsem překvapený že o tí toho ví. To že Kristýna je na holky to už jsem nevěděl. "Takže Holková je lesba?" Štěpán se vylekal. "Ne není . Je pansexuální" Prohodil jsem panenky nad tím názvem. "Co znamená?"

"Sám nevím" Řekl Matouš. "Jo a Štěpáne ty jseš tepley?" Štěpán se zhrozil.  Něco se mi na tom zalíbilo . "Jak dlouho jsi odposlpuchával naší konverzaci?" Nakonec řekl. "Na to aby jsem slyšel že se stresuješ jestli Kristýna chce šukat s Darieném." Matouš už odcházel.  Možná protože za 5 minut bude hodina. Ale to je jedno. Chytl jsem Štěpána za podpaží a zvedl jsem ho nad sebou. "Takže ty jsi myslíš že přiznáš že jsi teplej a já tě nebudu ještě víc šikanování?"

"Patriku..." řekl já jsem ho hodil o stěnu. Tekla mu krev z ust "Co kurva děláš?" Slyšel jsem jeden holčičí hlas co často nenávidím . Kristýna.

-----------------------------Vytéká mi krev z ust. Patrik stojí nade mnou,už vidím svou smrt. No logicky že mě nezabije . Aspoň doufám. Ve škole mě nemůže zabít. Začal se šklebit a pak jsem uslyšel záchranný hlas od naší jediné budoucí psycholožky. "Co kurva děláš?" Stála před klučičí záchody Kristýna. Patrika odhodila ode mě. Pomohla mi se zvednout.

"Poď Štěpáne zajdeme za paní zdravotnici" Zvedla mě na záda. "Děkuji... jak jsi věděla že mi něco udělal?" Zeptal jsem se. "No Matouš odešel a řekl mi to a Aničce. Mě se to nějak nezdálo tak jsem se přišla podívat" Ona se o mě bála?

Potom co mě zdravotnice ošetřila zavolala mé mamce a šel jsem domů. Kristýna přišla pozdě na hodinu ale měla dobrou výmluvu. A taky jsme si vyměnily telefoni čísla.

Zůstal jsem týden doma. Kristýna mi pomáhala když jsem něco nechápal. Den když jsem měl jít znova do školy tak jsem ji poprosil aby s mnou šla.

"Štěpáne. Patrik přijde až za měsíc tažke nemusíš se bát." Ta situace s šikanou trvala dlouho protože nevěděli taký trest mu mají dát.  A když jsem slyšel to co mi řekla chtěl jsem začít skákat nahoru a dolů .

"Dobrá" Vešel jsem do třídy a zdálo jse mi že se všichni na mě dívají. Ale bylo mi to jedno když jsem vyděl Dariena .  "Ahoj Dariene" Slyšel jsem její milý hlas . Možná že s ním nechce chodit.  Vzal jsem Dariena za prdel a políbil jsem ho.

Darien mě od něho odtrhl. "Taky mě těší Štěpáne."

"Jak jses tu měl"

"Líp"

"Jak to?"

"Nebyl jsi tady ty"

Cítil jsem se hrozně . Udělal jsem něco špatně? Možná že už jsi někoho našel?

"A Dariene ... ty jsis už našel nějakou přítelkiňi?"

"Ne proč se ptáš?"

"No víš protože jsme kamarádi. To tak kamarádi si říkají ne?"

Zakíval hlavou a začal si povídat s Maxem.

Kristýna mluvila s Matoušem a Aničkou.

"A víš že musíš zabít aspoň tři lidi aby jsi byl považován jako sériový vrah?"

"Ne kiki to jsem já nevěděla." Odpověděla Anička. Matouš se jen šklebil.

"Hey co se tu řeší?"

"Kiki říká zajímavé fakta" odpověděla Kristýna.

Anička Prohodila panenky.

"Co Kiki chtěla říct je že říká kraviny co nikoho nezajímá." Anička je ... divná, ona má kamarádku co by prokohokoliv udělala cokoliv a furt se k ní chová jako smetí.

"Aha.."

"No a víte že Češi pijou nejvíce piva ale nejsou největší alkoholici?"

"Kiki, budeme mít hodinu z Angličtiny. Nikoho nezajímá kdo pije a kdo ne. To že ty umíš od dvou let anglicky a že jsi v tom nejlepší za to nemůžeme. Ale já tu angličtinu nezvládám jak ty takže nech mě se učit" odpověděla Anička.

Cítil jsem se nechtěně v konverzaci takže jsem odešel. Mohl bych se učit do angličtiny .

Paní učitelka Žáková se rozhodla že bude test z slov. Takže jako vždycky Kristýna odevzdala test jako první.

Když nad tím přemýšlím Kristýna by byla nejlepší reprezentant naší třídy. Je chytrá kamarádska a má respect vůči učitelů.  Huh, a my jsme se furt hádali jestli je lepší Anička nebo Patrik. V známkách (patrik) v chování a celkové znalosti (anička), a Kristýna je vlastně obodvojí no Anička má dobré známky ale ona je příliš zlá?

"Všichni odevzdat vaše testy" zařval paní učitelka Žáková. 

Kurva měl jsem napsáno 2 slova a asi jsou špatně. No nic dál jsem jí test a šel jsem si sednout.

Po hodině Angličtiny. 

Angličtina byla naše poslední hodina . Šel jsem s Darienem na oběd. Před námi byli osmáci,já se s nimi moc nebavím vím že Patrik Tobiáš a možná Max se s nimi baví. Trochu se jich bojím .

Vzal jsem si talíř a nabral jsem si dnešní oběd . Vypadalo to jako knedlo vepřo zelo ale tady z kuchyni nikdy nevíš. Pak jsem si dál tác na stůl kde byl Matouš, Darien a Max. Zašel jsem k stolu s Hrncem a nabral jsem si polévku, polévka byla rajská.

Sedl jsem si na své místo a u stolu už byl Matouš co si krájel maso a kecal tam s Darienem co se bavil jak by chtěl každou holku vymrdat.

"A z jakou velikosti péra?" Zeptal jsem se.  No musím vědět jak velký ho má. "Přece 100 centimetroví!" Aha- takže on si stoho dělá prdel. "Ne fakt Darien řikej" Darien do sebe jebl sousto masa . "Proč Štěpko? Snad chceš vědět jak velký ho má aby tě pak mohl vojet?" Poprvé řekl Max ani jsem si nevšiml že si už sedl.

"Cože? Logicky že ne, nejsem tepley"

"To není co řekl nám Patrik."

"Co vám zas vyblabolil?"

"Že ses vyptával Matouše jestli Darien chce chodit s Kristýnou."

Podíval jsem se na Matouše

aby řekl že to není pravda.

"No Štepka se sice zeptal ale ne protože ho chce."

"A proč teda?"

"Protože se bojí o svého nejlepšího kamaráda?"

Max protočil panenky a nechal svůj tác na našem stolu a odešel.

Už jsem neměl hlad táže jsem s mým tácem odešel a dál jsem zbytky do koše.

Dál jsem si boty a vzal jsem si batoh a šel jsem domů.

--------Konec kapitoly------Pohled Štěpána

Dál mi kurva růže. RŮŽE! No nic teď se všichni budou vyptávat.

Hned jako první přišel Max. "Takže on ti dál růže."

"Ne víš levandule"

"Nemusíš se hned posrat"

Zabalil jsem si růže do nějakého toaletní papíru.

Po hodiny Fiziky jsem už chtěl domů. První Patrik přijde a dá mi růže. Pak se všichni vyptavájí jediný kdo nic neřekl byla Kristýna. Ale zdá se mi že se to brzo změní.

"Hey, Štěpáne. Jak se cítíš" nechceš se zeptat o kitce?

"Ne moc dobře."

Obejmla mě a byl jsem poprvé smutnej po dlouhé době. Vrátil jsem to její obětí a nasál jsem její vůní. Voněla jak marcipan . A to se k ní hodilo.

Někteří mají řádí vůní marcipánu. Nekterím se s toho dělá špatně. Přesně jako ona.

Odtáhl jsem se od toho obětí.

"Děkuji"

Usmála jse a odpověděla. "Nemáš zač"

"Proč ses nevyptávala?"

"Protože nemám důvod"

"Aha..."

Usmála jse a odešla za Aničkou.

Odešel jsem s školy a přemýšlel jsem nad patrikem a co dneska udělal.

Ty růže tak jak se zčervenal. Začal mi tvrdnout. Protože nikdo nebyl doma tak jsem se rozhodl že by to nikomu neublížilo kdyby jsem... rozepnul jsem si kalhoty a dál jsem si je na mojí postel. Pak jsem si tam dál I moje boxerky.

Přemýšlel jsem jestli bych nechal mou mysel doprovázet mojí masturbaci  a nebo bych si měl pustit porno.

Vyhrála moje mysel. Lehl jsem si na mou postel a začal jsem přemýšlet jak by Darien mě šukal. Jeho rychlé ale sladké pohyby.

Šáhl jsem si na špičku mého penisu. Hned po tom jsem zasténal. Probral jsem mou úd do mé ruky a začal jsem pohybovat mou rukou. Pokaždé co by darien do mě zabouchl jsem se blížil k mému finishu.

Když jsem se blížil k mému vrcholu tak fantazie dariena a jak mě šuka odešla a místo toho se oběvil Patrik a jak sladoučce do mě naráží a šuška  mi do ucha  uchilkoviny.

Zalíbilo se mi to takže jsem se dodělal ale kurva proč jsem měl fantazii o patrikovy? Komu bych to tak mohl říct? Kristýně? Ne to by bylo extrém. Ach jo!

Možná že to bylo kvůli těch růží?  Asi jo.

Postavil jsem se a hodil jsem si povlečení do praní. Máma mě zabije.

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Další den když jsem přišel do školy tak Patrik s mnou flirtoval a Kristýna se jen škelbila. Zdá se mi že toho ví vic než já.

"Štěpáne už ti někdo řekl že máš hezé oči?" Šáhl mi na líco.

"Ne neřekl" snažil jsem se jeho flirtování obrátit. 

"Tak budu první." Dál jsi ustá k mému ucha a zašuškal. "Máš hezké oči"

Kurva kdyby Patrik mě před měsícem nezbil tak bych s ním i chodil.

Kristýna přišla. Záchrana! "Patriku ty víš že nesmíš mít sex v škole." Patrik se odtrhl ode mě . "Vím to dost dobře"

"Tak tady chudáka Štěpána neznasilňuj"

Když jsem poslouchal konverzaci přede mnou tak jsem jsi spoměl na včerejšek.

Hned jsem cítil jak se mi krev honí tam kam nemá tůhle danou chvíli. "Musím jít na záchod." Odkoktal jsem a šel jsem.

Když jsem si seld na záchod tak jsem se snažil aby můj stojak no už nestál, ale ten had nechtěl dolů.  Slyšel jsem jak někdo vešel do koupelny a pak řekl

"Kde jsi štěpáne?"

"Tady"

Odemkl jsem mu dveře. Proč jsem to kurva udělal?

Vyděl jsem jak se Patrik se blížil k mě. "Co se stalo Šěpáne, proč jsi odešel" nedívej se tam nedívej se tam! Jsem se podíval na můj rozkrok jak mi jde vidět že tam něco stojí. Patrik jse tam taky podíval. Pousmál jse.

"S tím ti můžu pomoc"

Jak může on taký hlášky říkat a nestidět se? Klekl jsi na podlahu a začal mi rozepínat kalhoty. Co to kurv-

Nestihl jsem tu větu domyslet když jsem cítil můj penis v jeho puse. Byla teplá a mokrá a udělal jsem všechno pro to abych nezasténal. opatrně jsem mu chytl hlavu a doprovázel jsem ho.

Bylo to trochu vtipné. Patrik co mě zbil tak teď je na kolenou přede mnou.

Začal využívat svůj jazyk a to už jsem nevydržel. "Patriku... prosím chi víc"

Patrik se postavil zamknul kabinku a pomalu se svlíkal.

Ty kráso, určitě měl 10 centimetrů minimálně. 

Vzal mě za stehna a pousmál jse "jsi připravený?" Jediná věc co jsem mohl udělat je zasténat. Vrazil do mě a cítil jsem se desetkrát plněji. Málem jsem se udělal ale zadržel jsem to. "Štěpáne, poď k tabuly" Cože?

Probral jsem se z mého snů a mluvila na mě přírodopisářka. Kurva byl to jen sen. Počkat? To je dobrý že to byl 'jen sen' prohodil jsem panenky a šel jsem napsat dva dravce. "Dobrá Štěpáne prosím sedni si" všiml jsem si Patrika co jse na mě díval. Proč kurva?

Po přírodopisu za mnou přišla Kristýna "štěpáne je všechno v pohodě?" "Jo proč by ne?"

"No víš ty jsi v té hodině zařval 'Patriku, chcu víc' takže jsem si myslela..."

Ten debilní sen. "Ne to byl jen sen" nachvilku se pozastavila a pak jí něco v očí zacinkalo. "Ahaaaa" No nic .

Den pokračoval normálně než za mnou přišel Patrik. "Hey štěpáne... moc se ti omlouvám"

"Ne v pohodě" 

"Ne já se ti omlouvám víš já tě miluji a jen jsem se bál ti to říct" než jsem stihl zaregistrovat co říká tak mě vzal za ruku a políbil mě.

Jeho rty byli teplé a příjemné . Ty jo... poprvé co mě políbil kluk. Dál jsem mu ruky kolem krku a pak jsem si uvědomil že jsme furt v škole tak jsem se odtáhl.

V zadu jsem vyděl Dariena a Maxe a pak jsem si uvědomil.

Proč jsem se teď líbal s Patrikem když mám chrushe na Dariena?

Počkat... Mě Patrik dál pusu.

Ty krávo .Pohled Patrika

Je jasný že tento rok nebudu nejlepší žák z naší třídy. Což znamená že to bude Anna.

Ta jedna šprtka, taky nebylo to úplně chytrý Štěpána zmlátit ale to je jedno. Ten jeden teplouš. No a co že jsem ho zbyl? Vžit je hnusný homosexual. I když... KURVA PATRIKU NAD ČÍM ZASE PŘEMÍŠLIŠ.  Zapípal mi telefon a já jsem se odtrhl od mých myšlenek. Napsal mi Darien. Jak vůbec dostal mé číslo?

*čus Patrik tady Dája. Mohl bych tě o něco poprosit?*

*no co je?*

*Štěpán mě sere. Mohl bys ses mu pomstít?*

*a to jak mám udělat?*

*no ... já nevím, možná romanticky?*

*takže já jsem ho zbil a teď jse s ním mám líbat?*

*no to nemusíš ale třeba ho prostě rozptýlit?*

*kolik za to zaplatíš?*

*dva mega za měsíc?*

Nadechl jsem se a odepsal jsem.

*ok*

Tyyy jo. No dobrá ... kurva co jsem to udělal...

Po měsíci

Když jsem se měl vrátit do školy tak jsem sebou vzal obrovskou vázu růží.  Vešel jsem do šatny . Kurva . Zapoměl jsem že Štěpán chodí později do školy. Ani nevím proč.

Položil jsem kiťici na sůl a hned se Eliška podívala na to.

"No děkuji Patriku ale já už mám kluka." No víš ty mrcho všechno není o tobě takže ne není to protebe. "To není pro tebe." Prohodil jsem panenky.

"Aha" Anička zrovna přišla Kristýna hned s ní. Kristýna se podívala na ty kytky a usmála se. Pak odešla za Aničkou a začala se bavit o nějakém Vincentovi Will Woodovi a na to jsem neměl.

Anička se na to podívala. "Pro koho to je?"

"Uvidíš" když už jsem to tahal do třídy tak už to mohly vědět všichni.

"Vsazím že to je pro Štěpána." Ozvala se Kristýna.

Kurva jak to může vědět? Jako vím že ji zajímá psychologie ale furt.

"Ovšem že ne." Odpovědel jsem. Usmála jse a začala vykládat o fanfikcí.

Štěpán přišel s Darienem a hned na něj začal šahat. Zašel jsem za ním. "Štěpáne moc se ti omlouvám... koupil jsem ti tohle." Podál jsem mu ty růže. Začervenal jsem se a on taky. "Děkuji" Vzal jsi to. A já jsem stvrdnul. Nemohl jsem se pohnout . Nakonec jsem šel spátky na svojí židly. Darien zakíval hlavou zřejmě na souhlas.

Jen jsem chtěl aby dnešek skončil. Slyšel jsem Kristýnu jak řekla že měla pravdu a jen jsem se víc zčervenal. Slibuji že ta borka vidí do budoucnosti.

Ale zajímá mě tak to věděla.

Přišel jsem za ní a zatáhl jsem jí do prázdné učebny.

"Jak jsi to věděla?"

"Co?"

"Jak jsi pro Boha mohla vědět že ty růže byli pro Štěpána?"

"Jo darien mi ukázal vaše zprávy tak jsem spojila dvě věci dohromady." Ten kokot. No nic. Už s tím nic nezměním.

"Dobrá..."

Toho KOKOTA jdu teďkom zabít.

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Whatever the fuck that means (15/20)