#can't say I blame my ear for not wanting to get screwed by a screw XD

[damiemontclair]

the muse is giving such a hard time (no words have been written all day) I decided to try and get my piercing back in my ear since its laying on my desk... the page is still blank, I am still missing a piercing but now my ear hurts \o/

[fangisms]

hiii i loved „spring breaks loose”!!🤍 could i request another something for theodore, where the reader is quite bubbly and loves talking and he, the quiet guy he is, just likes to listen? and maybe the reader is worried that she talks too much and it could be annoying to him but he’s just so in love that he’s obsessed with all her rabling😭😭 sorry if thats too specific

darling socialite

A/N: um i love this because if someone let me chat their ear off, i would fall in love. i love a chatter and i love a listener 🩷 gif creds: @perfectlyfuckingcivils

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are talkative as all hell, and Theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener. 1.3k words

Warnings: i be cursing, fluff, mild self-consciousness, two dummies in LOVE, mattheo being a perv (boy moment), kissing…, pansy being a slight bitch (lovingly)

Everyday, you look forward to telling Theo anything and everything. Sometimes, you'll get so excited to tell him something that you'll jot it down on the nearest surface. Most of the time, that surface is your hand. Who can blame you; you can't resist the gory details.

Everyday, Theo looks forward to hearing anything and everything from you. You're his favorite news source, his sweetest messenger, his darling socialite, and he is your devoted subscriber. He's worried one day you'll run out of things to tell him, but according to the ink splotches across your skin, there's a slim chance that'll happen.

"Hi, teddy!" you chirp, and he turns to welcome you into the seat beside him. "You will not believe what I saw in the courtyard on my way here: a willow tit!"

Mattheo chokes on a gulp of juice, sputtering in his seat and looking over at you. "Pardon?"

"Don't be crude, Matty. I'm talking about birds."

"Yeah, I got that, I just never realized you’re playing for the other team—"

"Mattheo!" you holler, glaring at him in utter disbelief, "you complete idiot! Birds, as in real birds. As in those things that fly around and chirp and eat berries!"

"Let me get this straight, we're not talking about some bird's tits? Suddenly, I'm uninterested," he says, earning a pointed glare from Theo.

"Anyway," you say, rolling your eyes and facing Theo, "You hardly see them anymore, they're very rare, but I saw one, and it was the cutest creature I've ever seen on campus! It was so round, I could have died. He must've liked all the rain we got over the weekend. I hope he survives the winter and has lots of little tit babies in the spring!"

Theo could not be more head over heels for you while you babble about round tits and babies. He thinks if he ever opens his mouth to respond, he’ll screw it up in an instant. Thank Merlin, he's naturally quiet and content to listen to you all day. And thank Merlin, you never ask for anything more from him.

If only you knew how much he truly adores you and your ramblings. He holds your company in his highest regard and considers every time you choose him a blessing.

You never think too much of Theo's tight-lippedness. You figure if he was completely sick of it, he'd just get up and walk away. Or maybe that's not like him, and maybe you are a bother.

It doesn't help when Pansy skips up to you in the hall and says, "I'm really impressed you're able to hold Theo's attention as long as you do."

"What are you talking about, P?" you say.

"Well... don't you ever worry he's, like... bored with you? I mean, when was the last time he actually contributed to your 'conversations'. I just don't want you to get your hopes up, you know?" —she shrugs it off like it's not an unforgivable curse to the gut—"If I were you, I'd find a more attentive playmate. You can always talk to me!"

"Thanks, Pansy," you say.

"Just looking out for a friend! See ya!"

You nod and wait by the bottom of the stairs as she hops her way up. You didn't think you were getting your hopes up, necessarily. You thought Theo was just a good listener. And sure, he's not super responsive, but he's just shy. That's not his fault.

…

There's a rapping of knuckles at the door, and Mattheo hurdles his bed and reaches for the knob.

"Why, good evening, dearest birdwatcher"—Theo perks up from where he's rifling through his trunk.

"I could say the same to you, perv," you tease, "Is Theo around? I need—"

"To talk to him? Figures. He's just hiding his softcore stash—"

"Shut up!" Theo hollers, popping up and hurrying to the door, a little flushed to find you looking at him, "he's just joking."

Mattheo chuckles, "No, he's right, Theo would never have so much fun"—he dodges the jab to his side—"Alright, I'll leave you two lovebirds to your tits and whatnot. Try not to make too much noise, we have downstairs neighbors." He winks and makes his way down the boys dormitories stairwell.

And suddenly, Theo can't remember the last time he was truly alone with you. No onlookers or eavesdroppers, no Pansy and no Mattheo. Just the two of you. His sweaty palms and your rapid heartbeat.

"I need to ask you something," you finally blurt. He looked so nervous you thought he might throw up over the railing, so you put him out of his misery before he has the chance.

"Yes, yeah, anything," he huffs.

"Well," you say, "I was thinking—just... ruminating, really, because it was suggested that I bore you with my chattiness"—you cross your arms over your chest and look to the floor—"and not that I'm begging for pity or even a response, I just wanted to know how you feel because I realized maybe I don't ask about you enough. You know, like I'm always worried about me, or something, but I do worry about you, too! I just wasn't sure if that's something—if you maybe wanted to talk about it more. Because I can be a good listener! I'd be happy to hear whatever you have to say!"

Theo leans his shoulder against the doorframe, adjusting the bottom of his sweater as it clings to his hips. How could he let you believe you're too much for him. How could he let you believe yourself to be some kind of social burden to him. All because he'd much rather listen to you than contribute his own two cents.

"See! Merlin, even now, I've just talked your ear off while trying to apologize for constantly talking your ear off! And I haven't even apologized, yet! I'm so sorry, Theo, I know it's a problem, and I didn't mean to take advantage of your politeness."

You scuff your sole on the landing with a whine, and he leans to the side to watch you look over the edge. It's so quiet for a moment, he can hear your soft breathing if he focuses on it.

"It's not a problem," Theo says. You look over, lips parted at the smug look on his face. "And if I was the one who suggested otherwise, I couldn't be more apologetic."

It makes you smile. He's just said two very thoughtful things to you. Out loud. To your face. You could crumble.

"No! No, teddy, it wasn't you, it was... doesn't matter. You really don't mind?"

He shakes his head, a little amused, honestly. How could he mind? You’re the greatest thing since dark chocolate, and he’d still give that up. You’d go just as well with his afternoon tea.

“Well, then,” you huff, warmer under his gaze, determined to get this damned apology across.

“Alright,” Theo says. Apology accepted. Apology not even necessary. But still accepted.

“Okay. But next time you catch me rambling, you better just shut me up! Tell me to ‘shush’ or something! It’s a problem, and I give you full permission to—”

He kisses you. He leans down, smug with his fingers under your chin, and he kisses you! Shuts you right up like you’re still some gullible first year completely wooed by his boyish charms! Oh, but he’s kissing you very sweetly. And when your knees go a tad wobbly, he rushes to cradle your elbow.

“Like that?” he says.

“That’s no way to treat a lady, Theodore. You should be completely ashamed of yourself for ever thinkin—”

He kisses you again. More sure and much quicker. Like a reflex. A knee jerk reaction without the kneeing or the jerking. Just his stupidly soft lips.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “that works… but you can’t just kiss me every time you want to shut me up.”

“No”—he pecks your lips, fingers gentle at your cheek—“I plan on kissing you much more often than that.”

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GET OVER HERE

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Your phone's default ringtone goes off from its place on the coffee table. Your eyes shoot up from the book you're reading, and you see Harry's name appear, along with your lock screen, which is a candid picture of both of you. After bookmarking the page you were engrossed in, you reach forward and slide your thumb across the screen to answer.

"What's up?" you say, holding the phone to your ear.

"C'mere," Harry murmurs lowly on the other end.

You screw your face up and absentmindedly pick at a loose thread on your pants. "Why?"

"Because I need to discuss something with you."

A scoffed laugh escapes your mouth. He's literally in the room next to you, getting ready for the show, so you ask, "Can't you just text me or tell me right now?"

He's comically silent before uttering an innocent, high-pitched "No?"

You sigh loudly and rise from the comfy couch. As you hang up, you leave the lounge and traverse down the hall. It takes precisely seven steps to reach his private dressing room. The door is wide open, with aromatic cologne and quiet melodies wafting through.

Harry is the first thing you see. He's sitting comfortably in a canvas chair with only a towel around his waist and socks on his feet. The counter in front of him is a mess with hair products, cosmetic brushes, and face creams scattered on the surface. His phone lies on his lap, which means he's been talking to you on speaker.

You clear your throat, which causes him to turn his head and look at you. "What did you need to discuss with me?"

He meekly smiles. "Hi."

"What do you want?" you rephrase impatiently, wanting to return to your romance book. It was just getting steamy!

"Come closer," he says, glancing you up and down.

You notice that he hasn't moved his hands away from his face. They both unnaturally cup his cheeks, and you can't figure out why.

"Why are your hands like that?" you ask with suspicion.

His eyebrows pinch together. "Like what?"

"You're being weird."

"You're being weird."

"We're not doing this," you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Tell me what you need, or else I'm walking away. I have a book to finish."

Harry keeps his hands on his face and curls his pinky finger to beckon you closer. "Get over here."

Your heart flutters when he says it in a way that implies you might be in trouble. You rack your brain for anything that could have led him to call you and have you come to his dressing room.

As you slowly walk to him, his eyes don't leave yours. When you stand in front of him, his legs spread in invitation, and he says, "On my lap, baby."

You do as he commands and sit on his left thigh. One of his hands moves from his face to rest on your waist, while the other stays put. He hasn't put his rings on yet, so his fingers feel bizarrely bare on your skin.

"What?" you whisper, your gaze curiously dancing over his face.

Harry leans back in his chair. "Wanna know why I'm covering my cheek?"

"Yeah. I've asked that already."

"Don't get sassy with me."

You swallow nervously. "Did you cut yourself while shaving?" you guess, knowing it's happened a few times before.

"Nope," he replies, tapping his fingers against his cheekbone. "Try again."

You purse your lips and ponder. "Hmm… do you have a zit?"

Harry runs his tongue across his teeth, obviously not amused. "You're on a roll today, aren't you?"

"Just tell me," you breathe out as your shoulders slump.

"You," he says while jerking the leg that you sit on, "gave me a hickey the other day. Right on my jaw, where everyone can see."

You roll your lips in to try to hide your smile. "I'm so sorry."

Harry removes his hand, revealing a brownish-red mark on his jawbone from when the both of you were in a hotel suite in Tacoma. It's a known rule not to leave marks, especially since it's common for him to be photographed in the cities he visits. You take all the blame. You couldn't help it, really—it's nice to be a little greedy sometimes.

"Now I have to tell my makeup artist to cover it up," he mutters, his hand squeezing your ankle. "I have to come up with a stupid excuse and tell them that I punched myself or something."

You laugh. "That's a terrible excuse."

He tilts his head to the side and gives you a blank stare. "Oh, is it? Then would the culprit be so kind as to help me out?"

"Just say, I don't know, that you got hit by something thrown on stage."

Harry blinks three times before saying, "That's actually a really good idea. Okay, you can leave now. Your work here is done. Discussion over."

You lean closer and whisper, "Where's my reward?"

He gives your ass a salacious squeeze. "Meet me in our suite tonight after the show. Better be on your best behavior."

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[maybcnksgf]

sick ; jj maybank x routledge!reader 𐙚

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summary: jj takes the fall for pope's arrest and has to suffer the consequences.

warnings: mentions of arrest, abusive parent, violence.

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"it wasn't him!" jj's voice sliced through the tension, silencing everyone around, the cops included. "it was me."

you furrowed your eyebrows as you turned you head towards kie, both of you sporting similar looks of confusion.

"jj-" you started, stepping closer to him from behind. he put a hand up to you, effectively telling you to be quiet as he shot you a quick apologetic look before turning his attention back to the cops.

"he tried to talk me out of it," he continued, walking closer to the handcuffed pope, and thus further away from you. "but i was mad because him and y/n had just been beaten up."

you brought your hand up to your ribs, the bruise from rafe's golf club throbbing suddenly at the reminder of the incident.

"i mean, we're used to it, but i just couldn't let them get away with it this time, shoupe. not when it involved y/n too." he continued facing away from you, but you could just about see the subtle twitch of his left eye as he thought about what the kooks did to you both. "i was so sick of those assholes from figure eight that i lost my shit."

"jj, please-"

"no, y/n," he silenced you, hardly even looking in your direction but giving you another apologetic look anyway. he didn't want you trying to change his mind; he had to do this. for pope. for you.

jj returned his eyes back to pope and gave him a small smile. "i can't let you take the blame for something i did. you've got too much to lose."

you felt kie grab your hand, speaking quietly in your ear as she kept her attention on the situation happening in front of you. "y/n, what's happening?"

"he's going to get arrested," you mumble, more so to yourself than her as you squeezed her hand tightly. "he can't go to jail, kie."

"jj, what are you doing?!" pope asked desperately, taking a step towards him.

"i'm telling the truth. for once in my damn life i'm gonna tell the truth."

"jj, please think about what you're saying-" you whispered as you stepped towards him again, placing your hand on his shoulder only to be interrupted again.

"i took his old man's boat too."

"what the hell-"

"jj, come on-"

"just shut up pope! all of you, shut up," he spoke out, trying his hardest to ignore the sound of your heavy breathing. he turned towards shoupe again and nodded his head slowly. "he's a good kid. you know where i'm from."

you felt yourself start to tear up a little, the gravity of the situation hitting you. jj was going to be arrested. kie wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back a little as you felt a noise rise from your throat, something between a choke and a soft sob.

jj flinched slightly at the sound and screwed his eyes shut for a moment to regather himself. he was hurting you.

"yeah," shoupe agreed with a sigh.

"this was all me."

you shook your head in disbelief and tightly gripped onto kie's shoulder.

"that's the whole truth?" shoupe asked after a moment of silence, raising his eyebrow towards pope who let out a heavy sigh.

"whole truth, swear to god," jj answered for him, reaching his arm behind him to grab your hand and squeeze it tightly.

"i know what you think, damn it, i'm asking pope," shoupe argued, not taking his eyes off the boy in handcuffs.

pope stayed silent for a moment, torn between answers as he gave jj a pleading look. the other boy kept his eyes on him, giving him a gentle smile that matched the reassuring squeeze of your hand.

he let his eyes fall to the ground as he nodded his head slowly. "yeah, that about covers it."

you shook your head a little harder, bottom lip trembling as jj dropped your hand and presented his wrists to shoupe, letting him handcuff him and get him into the car.

you felt your whole body shake as you lurched forward, fighting against pope as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you back. "no! jj, please!"

jj bit down hard on his bottom lip to ignore your cries, refusing to make eye contact to try and make things easier. you cried and shouted the whole time shoupe drove away, desperately trying to fight off pope's grip. "pope, let go of me! jj! shoupe, you bastard!"

you let yourself crumble in pope's arms as your outburst stopped, and he tightened his grip around you comfortingly as you broke down into sobs.

-

it was the day of the midsummers party, and it had been a few days since you last saw jj. you still hadn't heard from him; was he still in jail? had he been released?

you played with the necklace that he saved up for months to get for you as you stood towards the edge of the party in one of kiara's most beautiful dresses. her family had invited you to join them tonight and kie spent ages getting you ready. she knew you needed a distraction and, as much as she hated the idea of a kook party, you both needed a drink.

you'd only been at the party for about twenty minutes before you heard a familiar voice behind you, snapping you out of your trance.

"you look beautiful."

you turned around immediately, shoving your drink down on the nearest table as you threw yourself at your boyfriend, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you buried your face into his neck. "oh my god."

"woah there y/n/n, pda in front of the kooks?" he joked, laughing dry as he wrapped his arms around your waist. he tried to play it cool, but he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at your embrace, squeezing his eyes shut.

jj felt your body shaking in his hold and any sort of joking manner left him immediately. "hey, y/n i'm okay, it's okay-"

"no it's not okay, jj!" you pulled back from the hug and shook your head quickly, gripping onto his biceps desperately. "not a single thing about this is okay. i'm so sick of this shit."

he let out a soft sigh, dropping his head and nodding as he listened to you. "i know. i know it's not."

you took a moment to breathe as you looked over his bruised features, and you took his face in both hands as dread filled your stomach. "what the hell happened to you? did shoupe do this?"

jj shook his head quickly, leaning into your touch for a moment before bringing his hands up to your wrists and gently pulling your grip away from his face, interlocking his fingers with yours. "no, no it wasn't shoupe. it was... it was my dad, but it's okay. it's only a few scrapes-"

"this is so much more than a few scrapes, jj," you cut him off, feeling that familiar sting of tears in your eyes.

he was quiet for a moment as he offered you a small smile and a shrug, his voice soft when he spoke up again. "it's nothing that hasn't happened before."

you sighed deeply, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his. "you don't deserve any of this shit."

"none of us do, y/n/n," jj spoke quietly, wrapping his arms back around you again. "but we'll be okay. we always are."

you hesitated at his words, warning bells going off in your head at the not-so-distant danger that the gold was bringing, but you nodded your head anyway.

"yeah. yeah, we are," you took a deep breath, trying to convince yourself as you agreed with him. "we'll be okay."

"mandatory meeting. round up the pogues?"

"you got it, maybank."

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[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 5th - Objectification (Papa Emeritus I x Gender - Neutral!Reader)

Tags: Dom!Primo, Ghoul!Reader, Abuse Of Power, Dub-Con, Objectification, Degradation, Pet-Play, Humiliation, Evil Primo, References To Piss Kink, Age-Gap, Deepthroating, Quickie, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Spit, Facial, No Aftercare, First Person POV

It's not easy being the least favorite Ghoul of Papa Emeritus the First. Hell, it's not like he respects you if you're his favorite Ghoul, either. And yet, I still try so hard to please him, to no avail. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get anything right. Everything I do only ends up bringing more contempt and anger towards me.

And today has been the worst day. I say that every day I have to work with Primo, but today I mean it. One thing after another seemed to keep going wrong, and of course, I was the one that took the blame. It seemed like I couldn't go five minutes without being screamed at and degraded by that old sack of shit.

"Stupid Ghoul! Can't you do anything right?!" He would bark in my direction so often, I was so close to snapping. I wanted to yell back, tell him if he wants things done his way, he should shut up and do it himself. But no, all day I managed to hold my tongue. Until I couldn't.

It was so small. It was so stupid. I was asked (or rather, demanded) to grab him coffee before the show, and I screwed up his order. An honest mistake, but one that he would not let go unpunished. He took one sip, made a sour face, and spat it out dramatically at my feet. My face went red in embarrassment as the other Ghouls turned their heads towards the scene. Primo always seemed to have a thing for public humiliation.

"You fool, how did you manage to fuck this up?!" He scolds. I hear a few Ghouls snickering, and the combination of being laughed at by my peers, and the feel of Primos hot breath hitting my face as he screams directly in my ear, only makes me grind my teeth in anger. "This is scalding! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"That wasn't my intention, but maybe I should." The words come out of my mouth so quickly, I barely realize I said it. Once I realized I said that out loud, I slapped my hand over my mouth, seeing my life flash before my eyes. Primo goes silent for a moment, and his eyes glaze over with a white-hot rage I've never seen before. I'm so dead.

"...Mi scusi?" Primo mutters lowly, his voice laced with barely concealed venom. The room is so quiet, all I can hear is my heart beating rapidly, pounding in my ears. "N-nothing, Papa." My voice quivers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, cautiously watching his every move.

Unexpectedly... He smiles. A cruel, crooked smile that only further terrified me. He turns to the other Ghouls in the room. "Out." Is all he says. They all scramble out without question, a few of them exchanging sympathetic glances with me, silently wishing me luck. I gulp, now completely alone with him, for him to punish me however he wishes. Oh Satanas, I hope he doesn't fucking piss on me. Again.

He approaches me, painfully slow. All I can do is stand there, frozen in fear. Running at this point would just make my punishment worse. He clears his throat. "Do you think that is any way to speak to your Papa, stupido cucciolo? Do you think it's acceptable, sassing me like that?" He scowls, talking down to me in an unsettlingly soft voice, similar to how someone would speak while scolding an animal.

"I- I'm so sorry, Papa. I don't know what came over me. I- I didn't mean it-" I stutter nervously, my hands already clammy and trembling. He cuts me off with a finger over my lips. I knew for my own safety, I should probably shut my mouth.

"Ahhh, of course! It's an accident, you didn't mean it. You always find some sort of excuse for your misbehavior. It's never your fault, is it?" He chides sarcastically. "That little mouth of yours loves to get you in trouble. Maybe it's time it gets put to good use..."

Before I can question what he means, he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down on my knees, needing little to no effort to do so since my legs were already weak and wobbly. He moves his robes to the side, not wearing anything underneath and exposing himself. I gasp, quickly backing up at the sight. His length was impressive, even for being flaccid, and thick enough to just barely fit in my mouth. I wonder how it would feel in...

"P-Papa, I don't think I should... I- I shouldn't..." I sputter worriedly, all of a sudden deciding professionalism is one of my virtues. Maybe sucking off my shitty boss whose more than twice my age isn't the best move. He scoffs.

"Disobeying my orders once again, are we?" He tsks. "The amount of times you messed up today... I ought to fire you right now. Hell, I should send you back to The Pit myself. But here I am, generously offering you a way to earn your forgiveness. Take it, pet." He growls. I swallow the huge lump in my throat, looking up at him hesitantly. His gaze is cold and unforgiving, completely devoid of compassion. He really means it, doesn't he? Well... If this is the only way to keep my job...

I slowly open my mouth, jaw quivering. I shut my eyes tight. Here goes nothing. He at least had the decency to guide his cock into my mouth for me, but unfortunately, he didn't have the patience to let me take my time with it. He thrusts harshly into my mouth, his soft cock hitting the back of my throat and his pubic hair tickling my nose once I reach the base. I gag, my throat instinctively trying to force him out, but he holds my head in place, not letting me move an inch from my spot.

He lets out a groan of relief. I feel his dick twitch in my throat, already starting to grow and harden. At least one of us is enjoying this. He grips my hair excruciatingly tight with his slender fingers, moving my head up and down on his cock. I already feel the tears sliding down my cheeks as he forces me to choke against him helplessly.

"Finalmente, something you're good at." He grunts, growing to full hardness. "Maybe this should be your new job, hm? Since you're useless at everything else. You want to be your Papas little pet? Satanas, t-that's a good pup..." Fuck, his words are disgusting, degrading, vile. I shouldn't like this. This shouldn't be making my body react this way. This is humiliating, and yet, the hottest thing I've ever experienced at the same time.

I moan around his cock, unable to stop myself. Primo chuckles wickedly, looking down at my red, tear-stained face. "Do you like this, pet?" He smirks down at me, looking absolutely sinister, which only arouses me further. Damn, I got issues. "Maybe if you please me thoroughly, I'll let you have a little bit of pleasure. Would you like that, cucciolo?"

"Mhmph-!" I hum around his length excitedly at the thought of receiving any sort of stimulation. His breathing grows heavier, his eyes fluttering shut. He looks oddly beautiful while he's completely blissed out like this, that for a brief moment, I almost forget how cruel he is. His cock kicks, and he pulls himself out of my mouth, releasing his hot seed all over my face.

I go to wipe the cum off my face, but he quickly snatches my wrist, tutting in warning. "Did I give you permission to clean yourself, pet?" He hisses. I fight the urge to roll my eyes, and shake my head. "Now ask nicely, cucciolo..."

"M-may I please clean my face, Papa...?" I whimper softly, giving him my best pleading eyes in hopes he will respect my request. He smirks, his eyes twinkling evily as he leans over me. He spat, his spit and cum now mixing together and running down my face. "No, you may not." He answers.

He fixes his robes and begins to walk away, leaving me on the ground, covered in his filth. "W-wait!" I exclaim, flustered and sexually frustrated. "You said you would d-do something for me, too!" He laughs.

"I said I might, silly Ghoul." He snickers. Oh, this motherfucker. I whine desperately, nearly in tears once again. "P-please!" I plead, all of my self-respect gone in a moment of desperation. "Please, Papa... I- I'll do anything." He clicks his tongue, thinking for a moment. My heart drops when I hear a knock on the door.

"Papa!" I hear another Ghoul call from the other side of the door. "We're on stage in five!" I gulp. Primo rolls his eyes and shoos the Ghoul away, turning back to me with a mischievous glint in his gaze.

"I will please you, little pet; on one condition." He states. My ears perk up, nodding readily. "From now on, you will obey my orders. No more talking back, no more fuck ups. I don't want to see any more disobedience from you. If you cannot cum in five minutes, you will not cum at all, and you will not complain. Understood?" I nod obediently, too horny to care about the rules he listed that I will 100% break within a week.

"Bravo cucciolo. Now come over here." I go to stand up, but he snaps at me in disapproval. "Ah, ah... crawl." He rumbles. I felt a pit in my stomach as I get on my hands and knees, half- wishing the ground would just swallow me whole. I crawl towards him like a dog, the floor beneath me cold and uncomfortable, only furthering my degradation. He nods in sadistic satisfaction.

He commands me to rise and bend over the table beside him. I obey, and with ruthless dedication, he yanks off my trousers, letting them hang around my ankles. I hear him shuffle behind me, spitting on his hand and running his cold, slick fingers over my entrance. He slides them inside with ease, making me let out a choked moan.

"Quiet." He orders angrily. I bite my lip to silence myself as he continues his assault with his fingers, but he moves them with such skill that it makes it nearly impossible to remain quiet. The tips of his fingers hit the spot repeatedly with ease, his other hand wrapping around my mouth to ensure as little noise as possible to escape my lips.

I got so close, so close I could almost taste the ecstasy on the tip of my tongue. But my worst nightmare came true when I heard yet another knock on the door. "Papa! It's time, we gotta go!" A Ghoul calls out. Primo sighs, seeming almost as disappointed as me, and pulls out his fingers, obscenely licking them clean.

"Fix yourself and join us on stage, Ghoul." He says coldly, putting on his mitre and heading towards the door. "Papa..." I whine, earning me a light slap. "What did I say, stupido cucciolo? No complaints..." He grufs, annoyed. I frown frustratedly and nod, pulling up my pants and grabbing my mask in shame.

While we move to the stage, none of the audience or my fellow Ghouls are aware of the dried cum covering my face underneath the mask. But as Primo shoots me a wink before he starts to sing, and the other Ghouls exchange confused glances, my throat runs dry in worry that maybe they all suspect what just occurred. And honestly? That just makes me hornier.

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Not Letting You Go Easy - Part 3

*****18+ ONLY*****- THATS RIGHT - MY FIRST SMUT. AHHH. There's a reason I read it but don't write, so if it's terrible, I tried my best. Let me know what you think ❤️ 2.6K

Tears streamed down Emily's face. Paul had been out the door and already phased before Sam hung up the phone. He quickly kissed Emily on the cheek, telling her it wasn't her fault, and that they'd handle it.

"Let's GO." The alpha commanded.

One by one the pack members followed behind, using the mind link to communicate.

"The red head has her. She brought more vampires with her this time. They're in Cullen territory by the border. She won't back down without a fight," Sam announced.

The wolves sped through the trees, expertly ducking and dodging anything in their path.

"How did they know she took her?" Quil questioned.

"The pixie haired one can see visions of the future. She...she said that Victoria had ran Y/N off the road." Sam was careful while speaking, knowing Paul was already going ballistic in his own mind.

"She wanted to kill her but they got there before she did. Now she's using Y/N as leverage for Bella."

Paul growled loudly. Even with an extraordinary temper before he imprinted, he had never felt this amount of anger in his life. His heart might as well have been on fire as he desperately tried to block out images of you being hurt. His mind raced as fast as his legs took him, a mile a minute.

If he had just told you, this never would have happened. He would have gone back to Emily's and you'd be sitting there waiting for him, looking as beautiful as ever. He would have pulled you aside and told you that yes, he wanted you to be his girlfriend. That there was not a single doubt in his mind. He didn't want there to be anyone else. No one compared, or even came close. He would have whispered sweet nothings in your ear while taking you upstairs, ignoring the boys hollers. He would have taken his time with you. He would have spent the rest of the night showing you how much he loves you.

Shit. He loved you.

'My fault. My fault. My fault.'

"You can't blame yourself Paul. You have to focus. We'll get her home." Jared assured, seeing his mind spiral.

They slowed down once they crossed into Cullen territory, using their heightened senses to scout out where the blood suckers stood. This land was unfamiliar to them, and they had to be on guard.

"Everyone stop. Don't make a sound. They are just over this hill." Sam said as they approached the clearing, hidden behind the trees.

"We can't protect her over here. What are we going to do?" Jared asked.

"We have the doctors permission. They'd be outnumbered otherwise. They also feel responsible for why Y/N is involved in the first place."

"They'll have to do a lot better than an apology," Paul snarled.

"Easy. Our primary concern is Y/N's safety. We take out the ones intruding on their land, get her, and go home."

Paul wanted to scream. It took everything in him not to say screw alpha's orders and attack the bitch that would dare hurt his imprint.

But Sam had a point. He counted at least 12 additional vampires, eyes scanning every pale face until they landed on you.

Fuck.

You were tied to a tree, blood trickling from your hairline down to your soaking clothes. One of your arms shown deep purple bruises that led a trail up to your shoulder. Your head hung low as you appeared barely awake, and you were violently shaking from being wet in the winter air. The rope rubbed harshly against your skin, making it additionally difficult to breathe. Being tied up was purely used as torture, one of them alone easily able to over power you.

Two of her minions stood on either side of you, even though it was very clear that you weren't able to go anywhere, or could if you tried.

"She has NOTHING to do with this! Let her GO!" Bella yelled, standing close behind Edward. She had her hands in her hair, nearly in tears as she watched you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"She's right Victoria. Y/N never knew James or anything that has happened. She's innocent. Let her go and we can discuss this further, in a civil matter." Carlise spoke, trying to negotiate with Victoria, who stood in front of all of them.

The cunning smile she wore on her face showed that she had no fear of the repercussions this would cause. This was a carefully thought out plan. She wasn't here for any old civil conversation. This is what she wanted, and she wasn't going to comprise on anything. She wanted revenge.

She remained silent as she turned to look at the one beside her.

"Kill them all."

That woke you up. You mustered up enough energy to lift your head up, eyes wide as you watched the absolute chaos unfold in front of you.

A thunderous movement could be heard from across the forest as both the vampires and wolves charged at each other.

Fast. Swift. Brutal.

Limbs of the small army flew every which way. Bones cracked under sharp teeth and necks shattered like glass when torn off their bodies.

The Cullens were swift and agile while the wolves were aggressive and cruel.

Not one of these new vampires even stood at chance at the level of experience everyone else had. Minutes felt like hours as you watched each fight closely, sighing of relief each time one of them fell.

You had your eyes mostly on your imprint. Silently cheering him on in your mind, trying your best to ignore the excruciating pain.

Your heart ached at the realization that this wouldn't have happened if you didn't leave. You should have just waited for him. Brought it up when it was just you two. Have a conversation. Then tell him that you wanted more than anything to be his girlfriend. You loved him.

Wait, you loved him?

Victorias face changed quickly as she watched what she had assembled fall at the hands of her enemies. She sent daggers at Bella who had Jacob in front of her, teeth bared and ready for anything that came their way.

Instead she sped over to you,

"You're coming with me." She said angrily trying to undo the ropes. You whimpered at the pain as they unraveled, looking up to see the large silver wolf you knew all too well.

He stalked her like prey, like he had been waiting his whole life for this moment.

Within seconds he lunged at her from behind. With the help of Jacob, they chewed her up and spit her out like she was last nights dinner.

You started to cry tears of relief, sobbing when you saw the very last rogue vampire get torn in half. The wolves and Cullens frantically surveyed the area, on alert in case they had missed one. Your silver wolf went behind a tree, moments later emerging in human form, desperately freeing you from the last of the rope.

Your teeth were chattering so bad you couldn't speak. When you tried, you coughed up blood instead.

"Hey, hey hey. Shhh. Shhh. I got you baby. You're safe. I'm gonna get you some help, okay?" Paul coaxed as he wiped away your tears.

He got ready to stand when you frantically grabbed his shirt, barely able to make a fist.

Paul felt his heart nearly break as he knelt in front of you.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm gonna have to lift you up okay? We have to get you some place warm."

You nodded, still sobbing as Jared and the others helped Paul maneuver you in his arms, careful of your injuries. You gently rested your head in his neck, whimpering at the pain.

"I'm so sorry about everything Y/N." Bella approached them when you could feel Paul's chest rumble with a growl.

"I think she's had enough of that." He spat.

"I can come over to help." Carlise offered, while trying to cut the tension.

Before Paul nearly phased at the idea, Sam spoke for him.

"That would be great." He looked to Paul, "Sue is out of town. We can take her home or she can go to a hospital."

Paul clenched his jaw.

You clung to him the entire way back to Emily's. He slowly helped you out of your wet clothes, opting to cut your sweater after you had yelped in pain.

Carlise entered with an IV and a case full of medical equipment. Sam followed behind him, monitoring to make sure Paul behaved.

The vampire worked quickly, giving you medication, stitching and bandaging you up as best he could.

You cried out when he had to put an ointment on an open wound, Paul nearly jumping out of the chair by you.

Sam had to forcefully shove him back in his seat, threatening to kick him out of the room.

"That should be it. I'll have Bella bring over anything else needed."

Carlise said as he started to pack up.

"Thank you." Sam extended his hand to shake. He turned to Paul, who followed suit.

As much as he despised the man, the only thing on his mind was that you were alive and safe.

Sam followed Carlise to the door, leaving you two alone.

Paul turned to you, eyebrows furrowing as your lip wobbled.

He rushed to your side of the bed, sitting down gently.

"Hey, what's wrong? What hurts? Do you need water? Are you hungry? I can-"

"I don't need anything. I'm just. I'm so-so sorry." You sniffled, voice hoarse.

"Baby...what the hell do you have to be sorry for?" He took one of your hands in his while the other ran fingers through your hair.

"I should have stayed. None of this would have-"

"Stop that right now sugar. Nothing is your fault. I should be the one saying sorry. I promised you I would be honest about everything that goes on. I kept it from you thinking I was protecting you."

"You did protect me." You gave his hand a light squeeze.

He smiled. "I would tear through every blood sucker in this world to get to you."

You blushed. Paul leaned over, cupping the side of your face as his lips pressed ever so softly onto yours.

He started to pull back when you grabbed ahold of his hair to bring him closer, not wanting the moment to end.

Paul must have felt the same way, easily on your mouth again as he glided his arms around your torso.

"Mmph...Paul." You held a hand on his chest after a few minutes. You were still close enough that your noses still touched.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

You giggled. "No not at all. I just...I wanted you to know that I, uh...I would love to be your girlfriend."

Paul cracked the biggest smile. If this was a dream, he'll absolutely fuck up anyone that dared wake him.

"Really?"

"Yes, really." You grinned

"Well that's good because I wasn't planning on you ever leaving this bed," he bit his lip as he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, taking a fistful of his shirt and kissing him with all the strength you had.

You had a boost of exhilaration after tonight's events. You didn't know if it was the bond strengthening or the thought of damn near losing him, but all you could think about now was needing him.

Your hands hurriedly reached out, starting to unbuckle his pants. Paul's hand stopped yours.

"Babe, we don't have to tonight. You need to rest...." He said as he sat back to look you in the eyes.

You huffed.

"I have, like, one broken bone and a couple stitches."

He looked at you incredulously as if to say that was validation enough.

You sighed.

"Please baby. I just need you." You whined.

Paul didn't need much more convincing than that,

"Okay, okay. But I'm gonna go slow. And I want you to stay laying down. Let me do the moving. I don't want to hurt you."

You nodded happily, kissing him once more.

Your tongues mingled as his hand trailed under the sheets, sliding past the little shorts you had on, cupping your heat.

You lifted your hip as best you could, signaling you wanted more. With your silent permission, Paul dipped his fingers in your pussy, a guttural moan leaving his lips.

"Fuck baby. You're so wet."

It was your turn to moan as he slowly worked his fingers in your core expertly. In and out, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

Paul had the ability to get you off in seconds, having memorized everything that got a good reaction out of you.

You gripped his arm, biting your lip as you could feel the build up already.

"Cum for me sweetheart. Cum all over my fingers so I can taste you."

He also knew the words to set you off, crying out his name as your release pooled over his fingers.

"That's my good girl." He smirked as he brought his hand in his mouth,

"Mmm fuck, I missed that. I'm going to need more baby."

He pulled off your soaked shorts, not waiting a minute before diving head first.

Your back arched as he licked, sucked, and ate you out like no tomorrow. Your legs were already beginning to shake, grabbing onto his hair as he pressed his nose in further. He was going feral, gripping your thighs, refusing them to close as he feasted on your pussy.

"Best meal of my fucking life" he murmured.

"Paulllllll, I-I- shitttt" you whined, climax fast approaching for the second time.

He lapped up everything you gave him as you felt like you couldn't stop cumming.

"So good baby. Made just for me," he said, relishing in your sweet juices.

He kissed your clit as he wiped his mouth with his hand, then licking it as well.

You ogled at him, sitting up slightly to tug on his jeans.

He had them off in seconds, pumping his huge, thick cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight. This is what you wanted.

"You sure baby?" He asked as he lined up, rubbing the tip against your folds.

"Please"

With that, he slowly entered you, both moaning in unison the deeper he went.

He was as gentle as ever, thrusting in and out with caution. You hooked your arm around his neck, in which he buried his head in yours.

"You're so soft. I could be here forever." He whispered, littering your neck with kisses.

"So good baby" you murmured, dazed over with pleasure.

"Mm not gonna last long."

Slowly he rolled his hips into you, savoring every moment. Thinking about how lucky he was to have someone as perfect as you.

"I'm gonna fill you up, yeah?"

You had near tears in your eyes at the amount of bliss you felt. All pain forgotten as you panted "Yes. Yes Paul. Please."

His thrusts got just a tad quicker, and all it took was you cumming a third time for him to follow behind.

He screamed your name before biting into your neck, creating a hickey as you both rode out your high.

I love you. He thought, but didn't want to say it too soon.

Not knowing you were thinking the same.

You winced when he pulled out, rolling onto the side of the bed. He wrapped you up in his arms as you snuggled into his warm chest.

"Now get some sleep baby," he said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You hummed in agreement, already fading into exhaustion.

You jolted when there was knocking sounds on the wall behind you.

"Hey I don't think sex was one of the doctors orders. Let's keep it PG so we can all sleep."

Jared voice could be heard chastising you two.

Paul rolled his eyes and you giggled.

"He's lucky I'm so comfortable. I'll have to rain check kicking his ass." You smiled, both of you eventually drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Perfectly content in each others arms.

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part One

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie) 

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing. – potential more to be added at stories progression

summary: Ellie is lost in the world, homeless and has been out of the world for so long in her mind she has no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: This first part was originally written as Reader/first person, but re-edited as Ellie/third person as its what's I'm used do if I missed anything please, feel free to let me know. Unbetaed, readers beware..

Warning, this is a slow burn... I scream at my computer with slow burns... so how well I will handle my own slow burn I have absolutely no idea... lol but as per my notes... I can't even promise Ellie will even meet Noah for um. a. few. parts. Don't lynch me.

ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME. (my replies are broken I will reply via reblog to yours)

tags: Tags are open if anyone is interested.

The day Ellie sold her guitar was the beginning of the end. It had been all going down hill for a long time. Ellie knew, of course, she knew. The whole world knew it to be honest, it isn’t just her that was struggling but she had dropped out of college and had been picking up work wherever she could find it just to get by and pay rent. Ellie had even tried Only Fans, but not even taking off her clothes and videoing herself for strangers on the internet had gotten her the money she needed to keep her from the predicament that she was in now. Not being able to even pay her monthly phone bill had put a stop to uploading the videos and images to continuing getting money from Only Fans for the bill, she had tried to get around it, but trying to access the free wifi at the library had been nixed the moment the librarian saw exactly what she was doing.

Boy had Ellie been banned there so fast anyone would think steam was about to come out of the librarian’s ears.

She didn’t blame her for that, but a girl had to eat, and eventually, when she stopped uploading the little content she had managed to get to her account, the money that she had had coming in from her subscribers, had dried up very quickly, and then she had nothing to even scrounge for the slightest morsel of food. Ellie hadn’t eaten a decent meal in what felt like…

Screw what felt like. She hasn't had even a scrap of food that hasn’t been begged, stolen, or fished out of the garbage in weeks.

Months since it was anything but dollar packs of noodles. Dry unless Jake let her borrow his camp stove to cook them.. She always shared if he did. He brought the kettle camp stove, and she bought the noodles and they ate huddled under the overpass, pretending they weren’t homeless, down on their luck, beggars.. Bound to get chased away, or worse, the next time a cop patrol came riding by. Jake was a good egg though, he could get into a shelter so much easier than her, but he never went, always saying there was too much noise, too many people. He was a veteran with PTSD, he’d lost the lower half of one of his right leg last time he was on active duty, and she was always willing to listen to the story, even if she heard it every time they shared a pack of noodles.

It had been a few days.

The overpass.

Ellie wished she could say that actually sleeping here was a new development, but it had been where she had been calling home for some weeks now. There used to be a tent city in the park for so many like her, but then the council had decided that was an unlawful assembly and chased them out. Sadly in that chaos, Ellie had lost the, admittedly flimsy, tent covering that had kept her at the very least dry of the night. That had been a few weeks back. Now, the overpass was usually where she spent her nights.

If she was lucky.

That’s right, if she was lucky.

If she wasn’t, she would go out and look to find a park bench. The other option was possibly huddled up somewhere random in a shop stoop and praying to whatever deity out there, if there was any at all, and hoped that it didn’t rain, and she woke up before the shop owners got in and chased her away the next morning.

Not that it really mattered. She could never get properly warm anyway, despite the fact Ellie was wearing literally every layer of clothes that she hadn’t sold. She just couldn’t stay warm, and that cough she’d had for weeks now just didn’t want to go away. If she couldn’t afford a place to live, it wasn’t like she could afford the treatment the doctors said she needed. The free clinic was pointless. No, sorry, that was horrible of her to even think. No it wasn’t, It had a point, but so far the drugs they’d given her only seemed to help much for a short period of time, but at least they did help, for a little bit. Still, the cough was relentless, it always came back despite the fact she always tried to do what they told her. She tried everything she could to stay as dry, and as warm as she could. Unfortunately every time it came back, and it made sleeping extremely difficult when every night she woke up feeling like she was trying to cough up her lungs from her chest, barely able to breath. It felt like something was sitting on her chest.

Today, Ellie seemed to have dozed off mid afternoon, she didn’t remember doing it, but she must have with the way she awoke with a start this afternoon. She hadn’t even realized that she’d drifted off, damn she was so tired, it happened when her coughing got so bad that she couldn’t manage to sleep more than tiny cat naps.. Probably about time to go back to the free clinic and see if they could give her some more meds and get just a little bit of relief, even if it was only for another short time, anything was better than nothing.

Waking up coughing, she raised a gloved hand to her mouth.

It was instinct.

Who didn’t cover their mouth when they coughed?

However, the pressure in her chest, the ache, the pain in her throat, then the drops of blood that she spots on her fingers when she struggles to pull a breath in and drop her hand from her mouth as the coughing eases slightly.. And her stomach drops.

Fuck.

That isn’t good.

Definitely free clinic time.

“Hey, you okay?”

Looking up from her hand, Ellie’s fingers closing in a fist quick as she swallows looking to the frankly clean, neat, man with bright eyes, a kind smile, more than a few tattoos, blonde short hair and is squatting down to her level,

“Ye-”

Ellie’s voice was rough, her throat feeling like a cheese grater from the coughing, but clearing her throat a little bit gently she continued,

“Yea, just really tired, I’m probably just getting a cold.”

Liar. Bold faced liar. She sees the man smile a little more, glad he accepts the white lie. Least she hopes he does anyway.

“Best get you to the clinic then.. Here, have a sandwich until then, fill that belly, and when you go, maybe check this place out too, it’s right across the street, I have a buddy over there, I think he could help you. Ask for Nicholas. He’s one of the nicer ones, I promise.”

That smile was winning as he stood up and walked the way he came. Ellie saw it then, the truck he was walking towards, he came from a homeless shelter.

She didn’t recognize the name though, that was weird. Looking at the card, the writing was fuzzy, like her eyes weren’t working properly for a second, and, and then the words formed. Oh, there it went. Huh. It was an unemployment agency. That’s funny, she thought she’d been to every single one in the city, she didn’t recognize this one either. That was really strange, he wasn’t acting like he was new to the area. New people had this way about them, she'd noticed, very buddy buddy, trying to be everyone's best friend. Now this guy, yes he’d been nice, but then he’d left her with the sandwich, holding the card in her hand, slightly blood smeared from her fingers, and then gone back about his work.. Like he was an old hand at this.

Looking down at the card, Ellie sighed. Nicholas.

Well, she obviously needed to go to the clinic anyway right. Even if she had a strange feeling about it, Ellie tucked the card into her ratty jeans pocket and opened up the sandwich. She’d only eat half now and save the other half for tomorrow, for before she’d go and see if she could get in at the clinic.

Ellie had been waiting hours to get in at the clinic.

Just her luck. There were too many people and she had already this morning been waiting there for so long that she knew she would end up sleeping on the front stoop if she continued on trying to wait to see a doctor. No matter how many times she tried to get the nurses attention, there was always someone who was yelling louder than her, and not even when she had another coughing fit did that get her attention..

It was late afternoon by the time that Ellie was finally taking a time out from the chaos and a short break to get some fresh air by the door, just trying to breathe, that you spotted the friendly man from the day before.. Waving at you from the building across the road.. That was where he’d said the agency was, across the road.

He was waving her over.

Glancing back into the clinic, she’d be waiting here for hours still and she knew it, and she wasn't even sure the nurse had ever put her name on the list of patients despite already being here, for hours already. Signing in this morning had been the strangest thing, she’d set the intake form down, and yet, nothing.

Walking across the street towards the guy, he was still smiling..

“I was wondering when you’d arrive.”

So, he was that sure she’d come, strange. Swallowing, her throat hurt so much from all the coughing, but she didn’t want to complain, not if she could get a job, any job right now would be better than nothing.

“Come on in, I’m Steven by the way, let’s find Nick, he’s the guy for you, I know it.”

Ellie followed him, she felt obliged to this time, not sure why, like she was being tugged along. The building wasn’t anything strange, just an office building.

“Ah, here we go, right though here.. Nicholas Ruffilo. He'll be able to help you.”

Well, here goes nothing. What did she have to lose right?

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[ask-robokasa-and-rui]

Lore post//

A day later, Rui and Minori went to work together.

Rui! You seem more tired than usual...I mean I can't really blame you...

Hm...

With you finding out about all this-

Hm...

And that me and Kanade are together-

Hm...

And the history of Tsukasa's maki-Are you even listening to me!?

Zzz...

RUI!!!

Ah!! I'm awake!!!

You better be! We have another busy day!

Again...?

Yep! We have two idols getting interviewed here!

Aaaauuuuuugh...I don't want to run around to make sure thing are right and fast...

TOO BAD!!! Besides! This place doesn't get enough customers! So these things are big opportunities for us!!

Okay whatever...

Say, why didn't Tsukasa come?

I wanted him to be alone so he can figure out his "new emotions"...

How Rui thinks he'll handle them:

Okay! So I need to boil the noodle...but how does that work if there isn't any water? Oh I need to boil the water and then put the noodle in! Silly me! Okay then! Let's boil some water!! Flame thrower arm! DON'T FAIL ME NOW!!!

Tsukasa has a flame thrower arm?

No but it would be cool if he did.

Aw man...

Oh! Uhh Rui...?

Don't tell me it's almost time for the idols to come...

....

....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!!!!

WE HAVEN'T EVEN PREPARED ANYTHING!!!!

WE'RE SCREWED!! WE'RE GONNA GET FIRED!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

Hello?

AH-!!!!

Oh hehehe...hello we didn't see you two there...akward....

Remember us?

Uhhhhhhhhhhh....

The singers...we once came here...

Oh! Kohane and An right?

Yep!

Well sorry to say but we can't really serve you two...we have two idols coming here for an interview!

Oh! Shizuku and Airi?

Right!

Oh we know them! They're like the sweetest people! Well...at least Shizuku is...

Ah...

Don't worry! They're not the type to eat a billion things! I'm sure your work will be the easiest today!

Please don't jinx it...

After an hour or so, the two idols arrive at the diner

AAAAAAAAaaand we're back again in "My interviewee!" Today we have the one and but not only, Sizuku and Airi!!

Helloo!! It's your girl! Airi!!!

Hi there...Shizuku is here!

Well then!! Why don't we order before our interview starts?! WAITER!!!

Gah-!! Hehehe! H-H-Hello! What can I get for you two?

What sweets do you guys have?

Uhh we have Daifuku, Dorayaki, Mochi, Macarons, Cupcakes, Cookies! But for larger sweetswe have Tiramisu, Pancakes, Waffles, etc.

Which one should we get?

How about some Dorayaki?

AAAAAAaaalright!! Twenty Dorayakis!!

T-Twenty?!

Ma'am...Isn't that...

I'll be back with your order!

Ah...

Back in the room.

Alright, so we need to get twenty Dorayakis!

Ah, at least it's something we don't need to do from scratch!

Yeah...

A few minutes later...

So idols! Now that our Dorayakis are here! Why don't we start with some questions from your fans!?!?

Alright! Let's take a look!

First question!

I thought idols usually ear the bare minimum when it comes to food...

Well it's kind of needed for them to have more on camera! To hide stuff ya know?

How do you know that?

Haha! Oh! You know! I'm obsessed with idols.

Ah-

Have you ever had a loved one die?!

Hm?

...!

A loved one die? That's a strange question...but no! I lost my dog once but he came back...!

...

What about you Airi?!

Well...yes. I had a dear friend of mine die...it was a long time ago...when the whole massacre thing was happening...I had a fairly small friend group back then...her death caused me to lose them too...They were...Haruka, Asahi and Tsukasa...

...?! Tsukasa-?!

Shhh!!!

Now tho! We shouldn't break the mood now! Onto the next question!

She...she knew Tsukasa? Well- the human one I assume...If that's so...I'll have a little talk with her when she's done with her interview...

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My Au - Updating, Introducing OC'S and plot divergence

Heh

Hey, how ya'll doing? It's been a while... My work schedule is unforgiving at the moment 🙃

So, i've been working on my Au for the past few weeks whenever I had the opportunity. It is inspired by multiple fanfictions that I've read, and here's how it's going so far:

Jake Sully

When Jake arrived, he was taken aback by how things were being run at Hells gate, lower Ranked workers were being overworked and underpaid, he also heard through the grape vine that many were being threatened and blackmailed into silence by superiors and SEC-OPS about shandy stuff that had been happening, such as the deviation of funds from the mining safety regulation programs towards more poaching equipment, weapons and bigger equipment for intensive mining, as well as lining the pockets of superior assets to the company, he was less than pleased, but what strengthen his resolve was watching how the scientists were being treated by Selfridge, he hates the guy, especially after the accident...

When Jake was in the Avatar for the first time, he had a "seizure", at least that's what the science guys told him, and his human body went into a comatose, almost dead like state, while his mind was stuck in the Avatar, most likely permanently...Selfridge immediately goes into self-preservation mode and tries to make excuses, half-assed apologies, and then just straight-up blames Jake

"You read the contract. You knew the risks. This is all on you."

Now Jake reeeeeeeally wants to screw this guy over, and hopefully find a way to help the other workers and scientists along the way as well, so he starts hatching a plan, he talks to Grace and promises her he'll help them "get out" if they want to, he's leaving, but that doesn't mean he'll leave them high and dry, Grace and the other scientists are apprehensive of the idea, but decide to give Jake a set of Comns for safety and updates on how well his plan will work out.

He stays for around 3 months, getting a feel for his new body, working out, preparing himself...a few days before leaving, Trudy came to him with a serious request. She overhead him speaking to Max and Grace and needed help for a friend. She promised to keep his escape plans a secret.

Trudy took him to a room, there he finds Paz Socorro, an exhauted looking woman, who begs for him to help her, she has an health condition that only seems to be getting worse and she has another problem, Spider...

Spider is born a hybrid, the first human baby on pandora, born with a kuro and faded stripes along his body, covered in light freckles with the cutest little nose and pointy ears, Jake is as shocked as he is smitten by the little guy...how that happened...Paz saw the fruit growing outside, and her cravings got the best of her, they supposedly weren't dangerous for humans... Paz tells him that she might not survive because the human resources and insurance assholes that work for Selfridge keep making excuses as not to help pay for the surgery or having it at all on base, Paz has a heart condition discovered during her pregnancy, without proper help she will get sicker and most likely die, but they rather take their chances and send her back to earth even though she could also die in cryo and Spider would be left parentless, she's also worried about her son, selfridge knows about Spiders "condition" and she scared of what might happen to him.

She begs Jake to take her son, he can breath pandoran air, so he'll be fine, Jake is a bit worried about this decision but Paz tells him this might be the only way to keep her baby safe, he can't say no to that little face,so he accepts and is surprised when Paz pull out official papers

(Paz "His father is a dangerous man, he refused to sign the birth certificate, but I need to be sure he can't get him through any loopholes"

Jake "You're...adoption papers!? Paz, are you sure? Isn't it better to make me like a babysitter guardian guy or whatever? I mean we just met, and you asking me to take your kid, you dont know me!..."

Paz "No, this needs to be ironclad, I need this to be official. He will never get his hands on my baby boy, and I KNOW enough Sully, I know you offered others help to get out, so here i am accepting on the behalf of my son"

Jake "Ok!...ok, just...Jesus..."

Paz "i might not see either of you again...with the way things are going for me..."

Jake "I will take care of him...i promise you this, this kid is gonna be the happiest little guy"

Paz "You better you dumbass, or my spirit will haunt your blue ass")

(SPIDER DESERVES ALL THE LOVE, HE IS BABY)

And so, with the help of Truddy, Jake steals a bunch of supplies, including weapons and ammo, Grace helps cover up for him during their trip to look for samples. From there, with little Spider hidden in his backpack, he slowly shys away into the forest where he starts their new journey...

Still working out how he'll end up stumbling into Omatikaya territory...

So far, I've also been working on some of my Human OC'S that will be relevant to the AU, like the Viperwolf Hunters, we now also have

Maya Aguillar

Maya is an Avatar Driver, she worked in the labs, delved into Bioengineering, making prosthetics for both human nd na'vi alike, along with other medical devices built with Unobtainium, her search was defunded however because Harding's poaching was more profitable and she didn't exactly have the power to protest this decision, with her research on hold, she was then given the job of outside maintenance on her base(she only met Harding and Mercer once when she arrived, she she was tranfered to a lab a bit far out from the main base), Maya was sick and tired of all the excuses for not being able to fund her research, the mistreatment by higher ups and just the overall work conditions, when news of Jake Sullys escape and disappearance got out, aswell as learning that many others started leaving too, including some old friends, she made a risky decision and bounced, she had knowledge of a long abandoned mobile link inside a mountains wall far way, she took a jeep, hid her avatar in it and waited for nightfall, then she was gone... But that just the beginning because what she didn't realise is that the mobile link is very close to the Aranahe Clan, who didn't take long to notice their new neighbour...

(Had the time to doodle her)

John Maverick

Basically, it's a cowboy that came to Pandora, and now drives an Avatar.

Veterinary, big and small port animals, Pandoran Fauna and Flora enthusiast/expert, he was on animal care in a projet to study Pandoran animals, had to restrain himself from finding and strangling both Harding and Mercer after seeing the conditions in which the animals were being kept...he found a way to leave, as a human first, then busting open the gates on the back of an angstik he named Bluebell (like the cow he raised back home has a kid, his best friend), middle fingers up for the cameras with more than 15 heads of Catle and three funny and charismatic Pa'li that love to nip his ears... this man disapears, he finds a place(thank god thes people just abandon mobile links everywhere) where he can safely use the link unit, now he roams the plains with his herd of animals, he keeps them happy and safe, totally decked out in Cowboy fashion, hat and all (I imagine this man looping a rope on one of the bulls because they panic or something, throws himself on top of them rodeo style, lets them tire out and then just spends time sitting there calming this huge creature down with pats on their back and treats till the convince them to join the herd again) he's living his best life...in Zeswa lands...guess he thought the kites where just pretty decorations...(still working on drawing him)

That's it for now, but I'm still working in these OC'S, I'll don't more indept backgrounds for them later on.

There's also my concept of humans adapting to Pandora with Eywa's help. Basically, the Great Mother is loving and mischievous, and she'll use her children to guide these humans who long for a new life, for example, my take on humans being able to breath and eat and LIVE on Pandora will be because she'll use her Atokirina, or maybe animals to guide humans to flowers, moss or fungi, that when exposed to without a mask, changes their biology. Maybe they fall and break their mask and breath in spores or polen, maybe the animal suddenly pulls the mask from their face(A human guided by this nice, cute Syaksyuk getting their mask ripped of and face shoved into a flower) and then boom, they breath and eat from Pandora with no trouble!

Eywa will take to making humans See and learn, but also learn from them and adapt, so that everyone is happy 😊

There, that my Au so far, see ya'll later!

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

It's March and Jason's fifteen in this chapter.

Chapters: 31/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Thirty-One: Brotherly

As the days turned to weeks, Jason started to wonder if he would ever go home. He was back in homeschool, he hadn't spoken to any of his friends since the trip, and Jim and Barbara still hadn't called. Dick was away on some sort of out-of-country mission. Dick left him in the care of Kory and sometimes Rachel depending on whichever one was home and not on a mission somewhere else. For the most part, he was alone.

He'd finally given up on waiting and stormed downstairs to take a car out of the tower when he ran into Dick, all battered and bruised. Donna and Wally were with him, and they all looked tired and beaten down. Dick shook his head at Jason. "Not now," Dick commanded. Dick's voice was harsh, and once Jason got past the momentary hurt he felt, he stood in front of Dick with his face all screwed up. "Not. Now." Dick repeated the words again, angrier than he had been just moments ago.

"Dick, relax," Wally whispered as he grabbed Dick's arm. Dick withdrew his arm from Wally violently without breaking eye contact with Jason.

"Jason now's really not the time," Donna warned him gently.

"I want to go home now," Jason replied.

"Jason, get upstairs—." Neither of them broke eye contact, and Dick grabbed Jason and carried him back to his room. Jason struggled and cursed at him. Dick put him down and took a deep breath before yelling, "Enough!"

Jason grew silent out of shock, but Dick was too upset to care. "You can't go home right now! I haven't heard anything from them! And I can't just send you back because I don't know if it's safe for you to go back!" Dick screamed. Jason stood there stiff and unmoving. "Stop blaming me for trying to do the best I can! I've got more important things to worry about!"

Jason didn't say anything. Dick slammed the door on his way out, and Jason sat down on the floor in tears. He hid his face as he cried, only to be interrupted by Donna knocking on the door before she entered. "Go away," Jason mumbled. Donna sat down on the floor across from him, and she touched his arm.

"He's not angry with you. Things went—."

"I don't care," Jason interrupted, still hiding his face.

"Jason, get cleaned up. I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes, okay?" Donna asked.

"I don't wanna go anywhere with you," Jason whispered.

"Well, then I'll stay right here," Donna whispered back as she nudged Jason. "What's wrong?"

"It's been two weeks," Jason whispered. Donna lay back on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. Jason looked up and sniffed before lying on the floor next to her. Donna pinched his cheek.

"Be patient. Your family will call," Donna reassured him. Jason didn't say anything. "A watched phone never rings... Maybe it's just time for you to refocus."

"And do what?" Jason asked. Donna tapped her chin.

"What do you want to do?" Donna questioned.

Jason made a noise. "I dunno..." He held his hands to his chest, wringing them as he stared up at the ceiling. "I never thought about my future before they came along... They're the first people outside of my mom to ever believe in me."

"Jason, I know it sounds childish, and you can say no to this... But maybe you should make them a card," Donna suggested.

"I'm almost sixteen—."

"Which means you have no excuse to make a shitty card. Take some time to plan. Put some thought into it," Donna interrupted as she traced non-existent stars on the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked.

"Daydreaming," Donna answered. "Dick isn't mad at you. He's angry at the outcome of this mission... I think sometimes he forgets that—."

"I'm not a kid?" Jason asked.

"No, that you're not his little brother," Donna replied, "He can be a little harsh and impatient and temperamental at times, but from what I've seen, you're not that different." Jason turned to her, a little offended by her words. "It's true, and you both know it. That's why you both feel so stupid for how you acted in there. You're both wrong."

Jason looked back up at the ceiling. "I guess so," Jason replied.

Donna sat up. "I'm gonna go, but I hope to see you downstairs for lunch in a few," she replied as she got up and went back to his doorway. She stood there for a moment before leaving him alone in his room, and Dick came around not too long after to apologize.

"Jason?" Dick asked. "I hate—. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Jason whispered, "So you really don't know anything either?" Dick shook his head.

"I wanted to wait for them... But I don't know. It seems like it's been a long time, so I decided—." Dick turned and shut the door before joining Jason on the floor. "I decided to call... Right now." Dick took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number before putting the phone on speaker. Jason sat up and stared at the phone as his heart raced.

It rang twice, and his shoulders dropped. "Dick, it's okay. You t—."

"Hello?" Barbara's voice answered. Jason couldn't speak. "Hello," Barbara's voice repeated.

"Barbara?" Jason whispered.

"Jason, hey... How are you?" Barbara asked. Her voice seemed far away.

"I wanna come and see you," Jason whispered. Barbara let out a breath before she burst into tears. "Barbara?"

"Who is this?" Jim's voice asked angrily.

"Pop?" Jason asked. He was near tears himself.

Jim sighed. "Jason, I'm sorry. It's been so hectic... How are you doing?" he asked.

"Is Barbara—?"

"She's alright. I just—. We didn't expect to hear from you," Jim interrupted, "We miss you..."

"Why didn't you call me?" Jason asked. Jim didn't answer for a while. "Do you not want me to come home—?"

"Jason, no. Listen, we're in the process of moving and figuring things out, and it's not that you fell to the wayside. It's that this a lot to handle emotionally. I can't be the dad I want to be right now, and—."

"I could take charge of the moving stuff and do school... I could even—."

"Jason, two more weeks, okay?" Jim requested. Jason's shoulders dropped. "Two more."

"Okay," Jason replied.

"Jason, I'm—."

"No, it's okay. It's fine. Dad, I gotta go," Jason lied as he hung up. Dick frowned, but instead of addressing it, he asked if Jason wanted to spar. Jason nodded.

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹 𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴

⇛𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨!⇚

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

"Are you sure about this Z? What if you get hit by the bus while it drives by?" I asked in a worried tone, but he just brushed me off as he screwed in the light bulb.

I looked into the forest and let out a sigh. This was the exact same place where I ran away from those hunters, and it honestly kind of pained me that Zed was doing it here.

But he doesn't know that much about my past anyway, so I can't really blame him.

"When do I throw the confetti?" Zoey asked impatiently, ready to make a little mess, and I laughed at her cuteness.

"You'll know," Zed said, screwing another light bulb in.

My ears perked up at the sound of an engine in the distance. I fixed my perennial vision and saw that the bus was passing the signs, and not long after, it turned the corner.

"Uh Zed?"

"Give me a minute."

"Zed, get down now!"

"Wait, almost done."

"ZED MOVE"

"Done! Uh oh-"

Zed let out a yelp as he was struck onto the roof of the bus and, not long after, slid off as the bus went crashing into the forest.

I ran behind the bus just in time to see everyone already getting out except Addison.

"Bree, where's Addison?" I asked the plump girl, and she quickly looked around.

"U-uh! I don't know she was just with us!" She panicked, and I grabbed her shoulder.

"It's ok, I'll go find her," I said, and I took off into the woods, using my sense of smell to track the white-haired girl.

I didn't really like her, but Zed did, so I had to make sure she left the woods in one piece.

A few minutes later, I saw a flash of pink, and I knew it was Addison. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She screamed and swung her fist at my face, but I caught it just in time, with a blank look.

"Watch the fist snowflake," I said, and she quickly retreated her hand with a smile.

"Oh, Moon, thank God you're here," she said happily.

"Wasn't it that hard to find you?" I said, crossing my arms.

She was going to say something but was caught off-guard by a howl. I immediately perked up and looked around for the sound-until I heard the sounds of twigs snapping and running footsteps.

Me and Addison turned around when we saw a girl our age step on a big stone and let out a leading howl, and others followed.

We made eye contact, and she squinted her eyes for a little bit before she looked to the right and retreated, but not before sparing me another glance.

I didn't know why, but I felt an extremely strong connection with her, as if I wanted to follow after her. It also didn't help that she looked like Willa, and just the way she looked at me reminded me of my mate with a more mature and serious face.

I mean, we were separated at four, so I wouldn't know what she would look like all grown up.

All of a sudden, Zed came up behind Addison and grabbed her arm. She let out another scream and swung her fist, but unlike me, Zed wasn't so lucky and got punched right across the nose.

As he groaned in pain, Addison's face turned into a smile when she saw it was her boyfriend.

"Zed!" She hugged him tightly, and he hugged her back.

"I missed you too," he chuckled out.

"There they are!" I heard Zoey's voice call out as she led the cheerleaders towards us.

"Oh, hey, Moon," Lacey said to me with a small blush covering her face.

I knew she had a crush on me, but I just ignored her.

"Hey," I said and turned back to Zoey.

"We're not alone. We're surrounded by... werewolves," Addison said.

"Cool!" Zoey said.

"What? Wolves? What wolves? Here wolves? Were-wolves?" The Aceys panicked and got on their phones.

"Nobody's going to believe this," Zed said.

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Yeah, it turns out they believed it with an iron fist.

"Werewolves are real! I always said the stories of monsters in the forest were real. And no one believed me," Bucky said.

"I thought werewolves were just myths," Zed said.

"Yeah, like cavities. Those are real too." Lacey said.

"Like I'm totally not standing right here!" I said, catching their attention, and they gave me a guilty look.

"My bad moon," he said, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Please, can I have one? I'm the only zombie in my class. A werewolf friend would be great. I'll feed him and walk him," Zoey begged our dad.

"Yeah, werewolves ain't class pets, Zoey. And they certainly ain't friendly well besides Moon," Zed said.

All of a sudden, Missy got onto the mic. "By order of the city council, effective immediately, all anti-monster laws are reinstated," she said, and all the zombies gasped in shock.

"Mom, that is unfair!" Addison called out, but her mom motioned for her to be quiet.

"Zed, we need to talk," Addison said, running over to Zed.

"We do. Even though you didn't write or answer any of my letters," he said.

"No, I wrote. A lot. The Aceys shredded all of our letters," she said, showing a bunch of letters shaped into pom-poms. Damn, that's cold.

"Addison. Will you make me the luckiest zombie and be my date to Prawn?" Zed asked, getting on one knee.

"No," she said bluntly, and I shot her a glare.

"Excuse me?!" I said, cocking my head at the white-haired girl.

"Great! No?!" Zed said it in surprise.

"Everyone's freaking out about werewolves, so the anti-monster laws are in effect again, which means... zombies can't go to Prawn'' Oh, that's why she said no. I almost went to jail right then and there.

"Okay, so that's why you said no?" Zed asked, and Addison nodded.

"Yeah," she said, and Zed started smiling.

"Why are you smiling?" She asked.

"Because when you said no, I thought you didn't like me anymore. But the only problem here is a bunch of blood-thirsty werewolves. We can fix that." I cut him off by slapping him across the face, making Addison gasp.

"Moon, why did you?"

"Don't say shit to me; you should watch your words around me, Zed." I sneered at him and stormed out of the gym.

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After I left, I decided to go ahead and take Zoey with me since I knew dad wouldn't want her to walk home alone while we were walking. She started putting up small posters she made about the werewolves on some poles.

"Zoey, Moon, come on home. It's not safe out here with these werewolves on the loose!" Dad called out to us.

"Just one sec, have you seen a werewolf? I'm looking for a were-friend."She said she was walking over to a guy who was on top of a ladder with a worker's uniform on.

"Silly kid, there's no such thing as werewolves," the guy chuckled at her.

"But we heard it howl." Zoey complained.

"Hey Zo, come on, I'm sorry for her." I apologized to the man. He looked at me, and his eyebrows furrowed. I was starting to get a tad bit uncomfortable from his staring at me-well, more at my necklace.

"Maybe it was a hiker saying, "Howl's it going?" He said to her, finally breaking his eyesight from me.

"It was a werewolf," Zoey said, but cut herself off as she leaned closer to him.

"My, what big eyes do you have?" she said, and I looked, and his eyes were in fact larger than a regular human being, almost like my eyes.

"Ok, Zoey, it's time to go. Nice meeting you, sir," I said, picking Zoey up and walking back to the house.

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Wyatt watched the white-haired girl until she got into the house. He grabbed onto his moonstone necklace and looked back at the house where she had entered.

"Is that you, Moon?" He mumbled and quickly got off the ladder and sped into the woods. Willa had to know about this.

[your-divine-ribs]

The Devil Next Door Part 5

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❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I curse as I lurch backstage, holding my injured finger out so far in front of me that I can almost pretend the offending appendage isn't mine if I don't look at it. I can feel it though, a sharp sting which makes me screw up my face as Bondy chucks a towel in my direction and it lands draped over my outstretched hand.

"Watch it!" I cry, snatching the towel away with my other hand and slinging it over my shoulder. "Bloody cut myself haven't I?"

"Cut yourself?" Bondy echoes, looking puzzled. "On what?"

"Guitar strings," I groan, throwing myself down on to the nearest chair when we reach the breakout room which happens to be a large comfy sofa. I immediately sink back into the cushions, hanging my arm over the armrest. "Guess I went a little too hard on Tyrants."

"Industrial injury," Bondy chuckles. "Where there's blame there's a claim, eh? What d'ya reckon Benji? Should Van sue Squier guitars? Reckon he'll have a case?"

"What ya done?" Benji enquires, shuffling over for a closer look, grasping my hand and lifting it. All I can see is red as the blood that's pooled there starts to drip down my wrist. I feel instantly queasy and let my head tip back, screwing my eyes shut. "Think you'd better get to hospital mate. Reckon they might need to operate. You might lose that finger if you don't hurry."

"Wha..." I begin, my eyes flicking open as my head whips up. My words are cut off abruptly as I see the huge shit-eating grin on Benji's face, hear my band mates sniggering at my alarmed expression. "Ha ha... very funny," I add sarcastically. "You know full well I hate the sight of blood. Remember that time I nearly passed out when I sliced through my finger with a kitchen knife?"

"Some people just shouldn't be let loose in the kitchen!" My friend snorts.

"Bloody drama queen," Bondy chuckles. "It's no more than a scratch. You ought to man up!"

I go to retaliate but Bob's next words stop me in my tracks. "Seriously though guys, it is bleeding a fair bit. Looks quite nasty Van. You might actually need a stitch or two after all."

Nausea rises in me again at the thought of going to hospital. I'm sweating bad enough from the performance but the image that flashes up in my mind of having stitches in my finger sends another sticky wave of heat over me. I feel faint. I know I'm being a baby but I can't help it. Things like this just get to me.

"Hey... didn't you say that girl who lives next door to you was a nurse? She's here tonight isn't she?"

Benji looks to Bondy who's on his feet in a flash, backing out of the room as I immediately hoist myself up from my slouched position, grabbing the towel that's draped around my neck to rub down my sweat-drenched face. The last thing I want is Y/N in here seeing me slumped here pathetically, fussing over a cut finger.

❤️‍🔥 Y/N’s POV ❤️‍🔥

Wow…

It's been a few minutes now since Van and the guys have vacated the stage but you're still standing there awe-struck, your ears ringing and your whole body buzzed with an excited kind of energy. As much as you hate to admit it you'd thought the guys had something special when you'd listened to their demo cd. Now you don't just think it... you know it.

The whole band had gelled so well together, their energy raw and vital and just so goddamn infectious that the songs are still ringing around your head and you know that they will be for the rest of the night. And that's not all that will stick with you. The last image you'd seen of Van, eyes a little wild, sweat-soaked and pumped up on adrenaline, holding his guitar aloft whilst he proudly surveyed the audience from the edge of the stage will be branded on your mind for some time to come.

The crowd slowly starts to disperse and a group of giggling girls knock into you, gushing about the performance, one of them firmly clutching a set-list. You hear Van's name in amongst the excited chatter and you feel uneasy that a slither of something akin to jealousy blights your good mood. You quickly dismiss it.

"There ya are! Thought I'd lost ya for a moment!" The familiar voice sounds over the loud chatter of the crowd and you turn quickly to see Tom fighting his way through, million watt smile plastered over his face.

"Tom!" Your voice is surprised sounding, almost like you'd forgotten he was even there. You step in his direction, pulling your damp t-shirt away from your body as you suddenly realise how much of a sweat you've worked up pressed up against all those perspiring dancing bodies.

"That was amazing!" He enthuses. "They put on a hell of a show... and as for that last song..." He blows out a breath through pursed lips. "That was somethin' else!"

"Yeah, yeah, they were really good, better than I imagined," you enthuse, but then your thoughts flick to Van and your cheeks instantly warm, and it's definitely not the sweaty gig atmosphere that's getting you so hot under the collar. You feel the sudden urge to play down your enjoyment, like being found out praising Van's song-writing skills somehow makes him victorious in the petty squabbles that you both indulge in. "Bondy's an amazing guitarist, he's always playing his talents down when we speak but he blew me away tonight... which is more than I can say for Van!"

Tom looks shocked. "I know you say you two don't get along, but you can't deny he was on fire up there! He really knows how to get the crowd going. In fact they were all amazing actually. I'd love to meet 'em!"

"Yeah, yeah sure, I'll give Bondy a call. I'm sure he said they were going down the pub after." You fumble in your bag for your phone, full of curiosity about how a meeting with Van and Tom will play out. There's a strange kind of smugness simmering inside you as you imagine parading a potential boyfriend in front of Van which you just can't help. It's ridiculous really. Why would he even care? He quite obviously hates you... well, he certainly acts that way. And Tom's such a nice guy that he'll probably end up liking Van anyway, he really can see the good in anyone.

"Y/N! I'm so glad you've not gone! We've got a man down back 'ere! We need ya!"

All of a sudden Bondy emerges through the rapidly thinning crowd, beckoning to you. What the hell's he talking about? You don't even get a chance to ask before he's curling an arm around your shoulder and turning you swiftly in the direction he came from, pulling you along with him.

"It's Van... he's had an accident... cut his finger open. Poor guy looks like he's gonna pass out!"

"He's done what?" You cry, shock and concern spurring you on to walk faster, picking up your pace to match Bondy's long strides as you both dart down a dimly lit corridor flanked by two security guards who swiftly step aside to let you both through.

You hear raised voices behind you, one of them Tom's, but you don't stop. You're on automatic pilot now, your nurse's professional instinct to care and to tend taking over, rushing as fast as you can. At least that's what you tell yourself. There's a small voice in your head that's blaring a probably unnecessary panic, pumping adrenaline into your limbs so you can move just that little bit faster, your heart pumping hard as your head is full of images of Van bent over, suffering in pain.

❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

I've barely had time to chug down a bottle of water when I hear a commotion coming from the doorway and all of a sudden there she is, eyes wide with concern as she darts over to me, quickly sinking down on to her knees at the foot of the sofa.

"What the hell did you do? What did you cut yourself on?" She asks, grasping for my wrist firmly and bringing my injured hand up to her face for closer inspection.

Blood drips down on to her white t-shirt but she doesn't seem phased at all. Not like me. As much as I'm trying my hardest to act unbothered my body betrays me, physically reacting as I shudder and let out a moan like a wounded animal. "Errr... it's just... it was just my guitar strings. I was playing too hard."

"Showing off!" Benji sniggers and I raise my eyes to look daggers at him, but I already know what's coming next. The lads delight at any opportunity to take the piss out of another band member. I should know... I'm usually at the forefront when the mocking comments are being doled out.

"I'm glad you're here Y/N, he was in tears just now!"

"Crying like a baby he was!"

"Get fucked you lot!" I cry out, trying to even out my breathing which is coming fast and shallow. "Just hate seeing blood, that's all. It makes me queasy."

I look down at Y/N, expecting to see her suppressing a laugh at my over-the-top distressed reaction but to my surprise she looks deadly serious, sympathetic even as her eyes meet mine. "It's nothing to be ashamed about, I get it, I really do. In my line of work you see it all the time. Had a six and a half foot cage-fighter faint on me the other day when I had to give him a shot of anaesthetic. He was terrified of needles!"

She cracks a sweet little encouraging smile at me and I swear I've never seen her looking so angelic. God, I must be going soft. Maybe I've lost more blood than I thought.

"Is it... bad?" I croak out, shifting in the seat to lean nearer to her, so near that I hear her breath catch in that way that it always seems to when I'm close. "Please tell me I don't need stitches. I hate hospitals."

"I don't think so... it's hard to tell though. I need to clean off all this blood to get a better look." She looks up, calling out to the others. "Is there a first aid kit in here?" There's a lot of mumbling and shrugging and blank looking expressions but no one seems to know. "There must be... something?"

She seems exasperated and it makes me worry that it's maybe worse than she's making out. She grabs for the towel that's draped over the arm of the chair and carefully wipes the blood from around the gash and I wince and suck in a shaky breath. Her face creases up in distaste as she tosses the towel aside. "Ughh I can't use that, it's filthy, I need something clean..."

And then before I know what's happening she's raising up my hand even higher, her brows pulling up into a little crease as she studies the cut. I go to speak but my words stick in my throat as I see her pretty pink lips parting and to my utter shock and bewilderment she takes my finger into her mouth and closes them firmly around it.

There's some whispered comments and sniggers exchanged above us but for me it's like the rest of the room has suddenly faded away. I can feel my eyes go as wide as saucers as my heart thuds in my chest and I'm rendered completely speechless for the first time in my life. Y/N is looking right up at me through her long lashes, her plump lips pursed around my finger and I can feel her soft, warm tongue brush against my skin which is prickling with electricity at her touch. My head's swimming with a million thoughts at once and they're all obscene and I couldn't care less about my injury now, all I can think about is how those perfect lips would feel wrapped around my cock. I feel hot all over and without warning a low, husky groan erupts from my throat. It's quiet enough that the guys don't hear it but Y/N definitely does as her cheeks instantly colour up and her big doe eyes widen even more and suddenly she's pulling away, releasing my finger with an audible pop.

She looks flustered as she rises quickly to her feet, her eyes darting all around but avoiding mine. "I... errr... I think it'll be okay... you just have to keep it clean... make sure you don't get any dirt in it."

"Fucking 'ell Y/N, do all the nurses treat injuries like that at your place?" Bondy chuckles and I watch her cheeks glow even redder, she's blushing that hard I fear she might burst into flames.

I can't take my eyes off her, I was attracted to her before but now I can't shift the filthy images that are scrolling through my mind like a porno. I'm just relieved she stopped her unconventional treatment when she did or I'd be trying to conceal an embarrassing accidental hard-on right now.

"Believe it or not saliva's actually a natural antiseptic," comes a male voice I don't recognise and I finally tear my eyes away from Y/N to see her gig companion standing there with a huge grin on his face.

"Tom!" Y/N gasps, sounding as surprised as I feel to see this stranger suddenly appearing in the venue's back room.

"I keep losing you tonight!" He laughs. "Security didn't want to let me through but I finally convinced them I was with you and you knew the band." He scans the room then, nodding and saying hi to the lads who all greet him warmly back. When it's my turn I can only manage a curt nod. I don't even reply when he starts gushing about how good the show was and how much he liked the music. Thankfully Bondy cuts in to alleviate the awkwardness.

I'm not usually unfriendly when I meet people, but I'm caught off guard by the sharp sting of jealously that rips unexpectedly through me. Now I've seen Tom up close I know what I'm up against. He looks like he's just stepped straight off a Hollywood movie set with his pearly white smile and the toned physique I can see straining at his too-tight t-shirt. If this is the kind of guy Y/N likes I'm definitely going to have to up my game... I'll even fight dirty if I have to. But if something's worth having it's never going to be easy... right?

And she's going to be worth it... I just know it.

[protocolseben]

a regular day in the ISS. | 1685 words alt title : a short story written while i screwed with html. you can use mobile, but landscape please!

you can read the story below the cut without all the jazz. it's pretty much all the same.

408 km above Switzerland / 4:18:48 PM /UTC +1 CET 38 Days - Manned Mission 2-1 LOG : a regular day in the ISS.

"ah, switzerland again!"

"how about australia for once?"

"no."

"alright, suit yourself then."

-----

"Besides, how hard is it to miss Australia? It's...one big thing just. There. Not my fault you can't catch it in time."

"Yes, and your stupid numbers board there."

"I want to win after all."

"Nothing to gain from winning it, love."

(of course seb is winning…)

««« ────── [ approximately 2.5 years ago ]

Mark's half-superior-half-coworker Jonathan Wheatley had once jokingly asked him if he wanted to move to the STELLARIA Section, in which Mark's response was a grimace and a terse "No thank you," given the fact that the fellas of that section was…eccentric to say the least.

He was unsure as to why Horner decided to open a whole section dedicated to just original research, but given that even the man himself had superiors, he was not surprised. Must be the weird old guy from the Munich University again in his ear. Either way, he must be really special to have all the astrophysicists be in their very own area.

"I watched them do their stuff once." Wheatley said in one of break rooms. "I didn't get a single lick of it, even with the math they used. And I had almost full scores in all the Engineering mathematics. They can get real loony."

Mark shrugged his shoulders, in slight agreement. STELLARIA was chock full of these nerds that are constantly fixated on space numbers, but one of them stood out the most for looking like a 15 year old. but at that point the slightly scraggly man -- boy? -- already seemed to be fond of Mark from the get-go. Rocky had brought him over while touring the place, and the twinkle in the latter's eyes easily meant trouble for him in the future.

Theoretical subdiv, Rocky clarified, the guy bringing Seb around. Not the normal Practical use physics that the other sections worked with.

Charming, he thought, but still, it's unfortunate that they would barely see each other considering the differences in what they did. Some other fella named Anton looked at STRUCTURAL once, and slinked away at the massive working machines he and his coworkers went back and fro to. Couldn't blame him.

Wheatley told him that Sebastian had only joined the company a month ago, and apparently as part of his traineeship, or cadetship, something along the lines, while still working on his final fringes of his PhD or the like. It wasn't officially stated yet to the world, but rumours had already persisted that didn't really have any interest in the other agencies. But that was a wild story for another time. Mark wonders how he managed to do so many things at the same time, and was entertaining the thought of him having a twin or clone to help out.

At the end of the break, Mark had pushed away the thought of the starry-eyed section long towards the back of his mind. Not useful, he muttered.

»»» ────── [ present day, present time ]

(being pushed down by 25-year old worth of kilograms)

"what lame ass metal thing are you doing right now?"

"being dragged down by you… why is your hair so ticklish?! it's just last part of today's experiment."

"ok. i think CORE wants to give us a report for today in a few minutes, and then i can knock myself out."

"you get to knock out? i had to drag you to your sleeping bag because you weren't meeting your 8 hours ─"

"the graph was too interesting…"

"oh god it's you two arguing again."

"oops, hello Marlon."

««« ──────

Overtime. He never really minded it, because the peace and quiet was optimal, for when Mark was too caught up in the place building his things, and free to audibly mumble his thoughts.

Unfortunately for him on this fine evening, a person stood waiting behind his back , holding a slice of chocolate bread made with approximately 100% passion and 89% skill 500% flavour. Mark was dumbfounded at the bread hanging in front of him, but he was kind of hungry. It was a bit singed at the edges, but it still tasted good. He thanked Seb, stuffing the piece into his mouth and delighting in the chip flavour burst.

Until you realise that the person's pass was not authorised for this specific part of the building, of course. He whipped his head around and nearly strained his neck --

"How the fuck did you get in?! You are not supposed to be here." Mark had exclaimed in hushed tones, the first time Seb had managed to inflitrate the Section. STRUCTURAL was tightly maintained.

"I know all the corridors to here already." there's that knowing tone again. What a nosy little shit.

"There's nothing interesting in this place mate," Mark threw his hands up, looking around to make his point and hunking pieces of things and thingmabobs, before looking at the kid before him. "all I do every day is testing and make sure the materials are working right. And doing work I'm too slow to finish."

"It's ok, making stuff is fun. My dad used to be a carpenter and make stuff out of wood. Writing space math gets boring when you're sitting there too long."

You couldn't argue with that, he's a curious kid alright.

He let him have a look around. Seb's eyes were immediately drawn to the panel-type mish-mash item laying about in the corner, lifting and turning it gingerly like a new archaeological find. Dents, dings and bumps marred the surface of it, curious materials all welded with different names to them, like "Carbon Fibre" and "Heat Resistant Fibreglass".

"It's just our in-house materials, Seb. Not that big of a deal."

"Still, making a whole new kind of matter, you guys are pretty cool."

»»» ──────

"psst. hey. mark."

"what?"

(rustling sound)

" 'Thermo-Sterilised Chocolate Bread'… STRUCTURAL Section. What? When did they do these?"

"They had a whole investigation to try "compress" it. Also, i thought you were more level-headed, Mark. They told me you got visibly jealous over people snooping for my bread!"

"God, they noticed that…? Was i that serious about it?"

"you were."

"shit."

««« ──────

As much as Mark wanted to entertain Seb's sixty thousand questions, which were basic engineering (but he didn't mind), he wanted to go home more. So he had to gently convince to him to leave, turning the lights out for the night.

By gently convincing, it meant Mark forcing Seb on one of those roller chairs and rolling him out STRUCTURAL Section's main doors, before kicking the empty chair back in. -- "wait let me get my stuff first!!" he had exclaimed, running back to STELLARIA and back to meet Mark in a record of 3 minutes.

Quite a speedy lad. Mark had not seen someone go as fast as that since University Rugby in Australia. He was obliterated on contact by the opponent as he dived for the ball. Three months out with a broken left shoulder. Ah, the wonders of youth.

"You didn't let me see the machines."

"And you didn't even tell me what you like." Mark had grumbled, fumbling for his car keys as they walked out the tall glass doors. "And you can do it anytime, the machines aren't going to grow legs and run away."

Seb simply gave a grin.

oh for fuck's sake. "Fine. Anyway, I'm going off. Goodnight, Seb." He was about to walk off, before realising something. "How… do you go home?"

"Huh? Bus obviously. Salzburg's pretty good with the public transport. Yeah I have a license but I don't care much for driving a lot."

Mark looked at him right in the eye. "Get over here. I'll just drive you back." He wanted to laugh when Seb just stood there in his stupid oversized jacket giving him a questioning look. "I'm being serious. Where do you live anyway? It's faster than just waiting around."

► ► ►

It was the world's most uneventful trip by many standards. In fact, Mark's passenger somehow managed to catch a quick snooze right after telling him the address. Seb lived on the other side of Salzburg, in a simple four-floored apartment. Despite being practically the same as his own, Mark thought the surroundings were more cozy.

He gave Seb a gentle nudge on the shoulder. "Ok sleeping beauty, nice place you have here."

"Huh…what…?" He looked around before realising. "You seriously didn't have to…"

"It's for the bread. Good stuff."

There was a short moment of silence as Seb processed what Mark said, before turning slightly red. "I-if you want, I can give you different flavours every week," he said. "Banana, Raisin,--"

Mark just sat the wheel listening in mild awe. He would've just gone home and knocked out or gotten a beer. It sort of made him want to try baking, but that was probably his illogical brain talking, before realising he had to tell Seb to not get any more ideas. "No, no, you don't need to do it, it's just that you are really impressive, still finding time to bake."

"It's a nice hobby!" Seb laughed. "Ok, ok, i'm leaving now. Goodnight Mark, thanks again. Take care." He clumsily opened the car door and right after, tried to give Mark the awkwardest fist bump attempt on Earth.

► ► ►

Twenty two hours to the first time Seb sneaked into STRUCTURAL, a slightly baffled Mark whipped his head around to the sound of the maintenance exit audibly opening, to a Seb holding some more of his homemade chocolate bread.

"I have a lot more at home in the fridge, actually, if you'd like."

»»» ──────

ISS INTEGRATED VIDEO LOG : // ZVEZDA-20XX-24-01-XX:23:11:98

(zip noises) come on stop struggling Seb.

HU--REN--SOHN!!!

translation : son of a bitch.

there, neat and tidy. good luck waking up tomorrow, i think you'll be fine.

I will throw you out the airlock tomorrow. You watch.

muah. ok, goodnight sweetheart. love you. don't wreck the module.

fuck you..............night.

-- RECORDING ENDED --

»»»───«««

[destinygoldenstar]

SLURP ; So I Finally Read 'Quest For Lost Powers' (Commentary Part 2; Kai's Lost Spark)

<< Part 1

Hello and welcome back to my commentary on Quest For Lost Powers. A book that exists because of Crystalized's incompetency.

If I'm doing homework, I'm making content out of that homework.

I already did commentary on the cover art and the prologue. Link is there if you want to see that.

We are starting this book's journey with the Fire Ninja's story.

It is a story about Kai being addicted to noodles, treating his girlfriend like garbage, and above all, whining about not having powers.

"Oh lord... Again? A f*****g gain? Nothing new, nothing changed, same old s**t. Same old f*****g s**t-"

Yeah I'm pretty sure we all think that.

GOOD FSM, DO SOMETHING ELSE WITH THE CHARACTER.

I could come up with stuff at the top of my head.

What about him trying to catch up with his parents?

What about his struggle in a healthy relationship where he doesn't need to look after someone 24/7?

His feelings about Jay as an in law?

His grief over losing his sister?

Him trying to step out of the big brother role?

Him trying to cling to his big brother role?

The forbidden scrolls corrupting him when he believes he needs it to succeed?

Him and Cole could make out-? THAT'S A JOKE.

I'm just saying. There's more compelling arcs you can give Kai.

But you know what? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised. Ever since the Wildbrain era, Kai has been done dirty.

Remember when Kai was one of the most beloved characters of the show? Me too. I miss those days.

Okay, let’s get started and see what he’s doing.

[“Look how many noodles I can slurp all at once!”]

[Sllllurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!]

Not even two paragraphs in, and we have onomatopoeia, italicized.

This is in kids books way too much.

And it drives me nuts. STOP DOING THIS.

I know it's purely pet peeve. But I don't care.

Also who actually slurps their spaghetti? My family doesn't do it, none of my friends do it. I've only seen it in cartoons. Because I guess spaghetti is supposed to be messy and it's funny to eat with an obnoxious sound effect?

[A few of the customers looked up from their meals to stare at Kai.]

See, even these guys agree with me. It's weird. This man is weird.

[“It looks like the same amount of noodles you slurped five minutes ago, Kai,” Skylor said, brushing a stray lock of dark red hair behind her ear.]

No eating the merchandise.

Also don't overeat like that. It's unhealthy.

Remember when Kai was an underaged alcoholic?

Screw you Skylor, now he's drunk on noodles. And it's your fault.

[“Don’t you have anything bet…trrr…I mean, something more important to do?”]

Like catch up with your sister? Who had been DEAD FOR A YEAR?!

[Kai wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and frowned.]

And he's got bad table manners. That's how you know he's a jerk.

[“Um, no more Fire powers, remember? There’s nothing important for me to do anymore.”]

Oh here we go again. No powers = no purpose to this man. I swear.

We've been here before. And that wasn't even a good arc the first time.

And THAT time, he was TORTURED losing it against his consent. This time was by his own call. He has no one to blame but himself.

[Veteran reporter Gayle Gossip appeared on the screen, standing on a busy Ninjago City street.]

Her name is Gayle Gossip?

All this time and I never knew her name. Wow.

[“Crime in Ninjago City has been rising steadily, ever since word got out that the ninja have lost their Elemental Powers,” the reporter was saying. “I tried to contact the ninja for comment, but they’re not returning my calls. In this reporter’s opinion, they seem to have forgotten who they really are. Powers or not, ninja, Ninjago City needs you!”]

BRUH.

Okay that's just Kai's fault. He's CHOOSING to do nothing.

I can't see his point with that other than him being a jerk.

"There's nothing for me to do"

*There's a ton of crime calls going on*

That art looks great though. He actually looks depressed, holy gosh…

[“You haven’t returned her calls?”]

[“I haven’t charged my phone in days,” he said.]

😂

PEOPLE WISH.

PEOPLE WISH THEY WERE THAT UN-ADDICTED TO THEIR PHONES.

I take everything back, Kai, you are a king.

[“What’s the point? Without my Fire powers, I’ve lost my spark.”]

I fail to see how that translates to 'it's okay to run away from my responsibilities'.

I get it, you can get depressed when you lose something that's defined you and your abilities to support and see value in yourself for so long. You can lose your spark and feel lost.

But STILL. Does he really think it's okay to just not help at all?

Unless there are other people taking care of the city, then I'd see his point. But there's NO ONE ON THE CLOCK.

Not even the New Ninja? Where are they? They were SO IRRELEVANT to Crystalized that we haven't heard from them again. Did they die?

["You’re still as smart as you ever were, and brave."]

Since when was Kai EVER the smart one?

Short answer: He wasn't.

Kai has NEVER been a bright tool in the shed.

He even stated, his own words,

"But Zane, I'm the good looks of this team. You're the brains."

[“Ninjago City has an excellent police force,” Kai replied. “They don’t need me getting in their way.”]

😂

That's a joke. Right?

When has the police EVER been reliable? In ANY show?

Any show that isn't police-centric?

[“This isn’t like you, Kai. Didn’t you lose your Elemental Powers once before? You got them back in the Never-Realm, right? Just by digging deep inside yourself?”]

Oh.

We ARE addressing that.

First off, that's what you call a plot hole. Because that is NOT how Elementals work in this show.

Second, if we ARE going with the 'you just gotta believe' story, then is this supposed to tell me that Kai is depressed? That he's lost himself? That he's suffering lack of motivation and sense of identity?

Cause that does make sense.

That actually would be interesting of a story. It's not about the powers, it's about the identity. No one needs him anymore. Or at least, he FEELS like no one needs him anymore.

In the Never Realm, people needed him, and he was able to use his 'older brother mode' to cling to that purpose.

Who needs that now? Not Nya, she has a husband. Not Lloyd, he has a dad and a disgusting new friend who likes blood for face paint.

Not Skylor cause she can do everything you can do, and she can do it better.

Wow, I feel like I'm saying "Hate to break it to you Kai, but you ARE useless." That's so horrible for me to say. Now I feel bad. I actually feel bad for being snarky...

[He slurped down some more noodles to make his point.]

FSM.

You know what, every time this man slurps, I'm slurping. If I have to suffer the noise so do you.

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

[“Skylor! The potstickers are less than puffy again!”]

Who says that?! That's like saying the cheese quesadilla has less cheese.

[“This conversation is not over.”]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH

THIS MAN'S IN TROUBLE.

Oh Kai, you messed up. That's what you get for slurping.

[Sluuuuuuuuuuuurp!]

AAAAAANNNNNNDD then he does it next paragraph.

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

[“THE ROTTEN RABBITS ARE IN THE HOUSE!”]

FURRIES?!

There's FURRIES in this?!

Thanks, I hate it.

[He stood up and faced the robbers. “Why don’t you bad bunnies hop back to whatever greasy garden you came from?”]

Wait, so he DOES help?

Writers, either he's helping or he's not. Pick one.

Kai gets jumped by furries.

Not clickbait.

I’m shocked this isn’t a meme. And now I’m just gonna bully Kai for it.

Remember when Kai got jumped by furries?

[“He’s Kai, the Fi— I mean, Kai the Ninja!” one of the noodle customers yelled. The Rotten Rabbit eyed Kai. “A ninja? Really? He looks like a dude in a hoodie with noodle broth stains on it.”]

Wow, we are REALLY going hard on Kai have no purpose anymore.

In Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu, people were actually supportive, trying to help.

Here everyone's just mocking him.

You know what, I don't blame Kai anymore. They don't deserve your help. Ungrateful b*****ds.

[“Rotten Rabbits, Hop to it!” the main robber yelled. BAM!]

Kai, the ninja who helped save the world 17 times, who forged the Golden Weapons, who obliterated the ice dragon, who weld and smashed the staff of elements, who crossed realms and lands non stop to save his two siblings,

Got his butt kicked by FURRIES.

Oh Kai, I am so sorry my boy. They did you so dirty.

[Skylor emerged from the kitchen, and her eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation.]

But this is the fourth time Skylor has seen this today.

"Ugh, just a normal day in my noodle shop. You couldn't stop with SLURP."

[BAM!] [SLAM!] [CRASH!]

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

Girl gives Spiderverse Aunt May vibes.

[Water dripped from his hair and clothes as he scooped up the flopping fish and put them back in the tank.]

Even the fish are more useful than Kai. They didn't die.

[“I couldn’t even take care of a bunch of low-level goons. It’s hopeless! Without my Fire powers, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”] [Skylor stared at Kai with a worried frown.]

Skylor be like:

I don't know how much I'm gonna take him saying the same thing over and over again. Gonna be honest.

One minute I want to hug him, and the next minute I want to slap him.

[“In other news, villages on the outskirts of Ninjago are being terrorized by a gang of people known as Fire Fiends,” she said.]

Angry Kai stans who were upset about s11 and Crystalized.

[“These Fire Fiends—they worship a giant, flaming serpent!”]

OH.

How did I forget the Pyro Vipers existed? That was like such a big deal in those seasons.

[“Aspheera created Fire Fang after she stole my Elemental Powers,” Kai reminded her. “Fire Fang’s powers all come from me. All I have to do is find Fire Fang, and I can get my powers back!”]

Is this course correct for s11?

I don't like them doing the same arc again, but I do like the idea of giving Kai closure with this Serpentine species. Because in the show he... didn't. Zane robbed him.

Continued in Part 3>>

[whumpcateyes]

Whumptober day 5

Sunburn(heatstroke)

FB and BB stand for fancy boy and bandit boy because these guys don't have names yet. Also, the end is hella abrupt because I hit my 1000 word goal and it was late so I wanted to go to bed

cw: I can't think of anything? Please let me know if I'm wrong, A guy gets heatstroke and then they drink gross water

They had been walking through the wasteland for days. More specifically, BB was walking, FB still couldn’t feel his legs. He was being dragged in a makeshift cart from the wreckage of the crash. BB refused to say anything, but his lips had become cracked, and the sunburns they both had were beginning to blister and peel under the unforgiving sun. 

“Start drifting right. There’s a rock about 15 feet ahead. I also see a building, it looks like a gas station, so we might be able to find a road to follow. Just keep heading right.” They’d both been screwed over by the crash, FB’s spine had taken some damage, rendering him paralyzed, and BB had probably taken a bad blow to the head and was blind, but they had a system. BB could walk, so he kept them moving, and FB could see, so he guided them through the wastes as best he could.

BB nodded, too exhausted for words. His throat was dry, and all the anger that had been driving him had faded into a dull ache in his head. He felt sick, nauseous and heavy. They had run out of food yesterday, and it was obviously starting to take its toll. He stumbled on the dusty ground.

“Hey, are you good?” FB’s concern was obvious, he scooched forward in the cart, tapping BB on the shoulder, “We can stop soon, you- you probably need a break, and maybe the store has water or something.”

“Fuck you.” Is all he growled back. He wanted so badly to be angry at FB for this, but he couldn’t. His crew had ditched him when the hover crashed, and he couldn’t blame the guy for crashing it. If BB hadn’t tried to impress the group by taking FB alive, none of this would’ve happened. Now he had to rely on this rich asshole to tell him where to go, he felt like a goddamn android. And the awful headache wouldn’t go away.

FB shut up quickly. Making BB angry again wouldn’t help. He had no doubt the bandit would take any chance to hurt him again. The pain had barely faded, and the memory was all too fresh. He had no choice but to rely on him for now, though. He couldn’t walk and BB couldn’t see, they needed to work together, as much as it sickened him to do so. 

The cart hit smoother ground, still covered in dust and debris, but paved now. The rattling of the cart quieted, leaving the pair of enemies to listen to the wind and chatter of the occasional animal that still managed to survive out here. BB was trying to find patterns in the sounds, not for any particular reason, just because he was bored. His legs kept moving, a monotonous pattern that had become second nature now, rather than a chore. Though he noticed he was moving slower, stumbling on small rocks, almost dragging his feet. He didn’t want to rest, the last thing he needed was FB knowing he wasn’t well, but without warning, his body seemed to make the choice for him. His foot caught on his other ankle and he pulled himself down, dropping the cart and hitting the ground. He couldn’t move, FB was saying something, but his ears began to ring too loud to make it out. His breath was coming in shallow gasps, feeling as though his insides were coated with dust. FB shook his shoulders. 

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“Oh god- Oh fuck- shit shit shit!!” FB tumbled out of the cart as it was dropped, dragging himself to BB’s side. “Get up!!! GET UP YOU ASSHOLE!!!!” He shook BB’s shoulders, but the bandit didn’t seem to respond.

He looked around, it was bound to happen eventually. This was probably heatstroke, or dehydration. He felt BB’s forehead, it was hot and dry, sunburned to hell and back. “Goddammit-”

The only respite from the sun was the abandoned gas station, and that was still a good 50 feet away. Not long at all, but almost impossible having to drag both himself and an unconscious body with him. He looked at the cart, trying to gauge if it was good enough to get the both of them over. FB did his best to climb onto the cart, then pulled BB up with him. He leaned over the front, walking his hands to move them across the ground. It was painfully slow. 

The cart was heavy even without both of their weights, and by the time they reached the overhang of the station, FB’s hands were scraped and blistered, burning from the hot ground. The cart hit the shattered glass doors, too wide to fit through, so he did his best to drag/roll the both of them into the building. The shade was not nearly as cool as it needed to be, hot air drifted through the broken doors and windows, dust covering every surface. FB groaned aloud, exhausted and frustrated. He left BB for a moment, looking around for something of use. 

The shelves were stripped bare, the fridges were off and empty. There wasn’t even a register. One last hope, he found his way into the bathroom, hoping it had a shower for truckers, and that the water was, by some miracle, still working. He was almost excited to see the torn up shower curtain in the men’s bathroom.

It took a few minutes to drag BB into the shower, the only thing the bandit did to help was mumble a few unintelligible words. FB turned the handle as far to cold as it could go. Nothing happened. He leaned his head on the wall, “Dammit… god fucking dammit-” The pipes made a rumbling sound, cutting off his complaints. He sat in silence, hoping against hope that no one had turned off the water for this long abandoned spot. It almost felt like a miracle when the first drops of warm water dripped from the nozzle. They were gross, ruddy red and carrying a metallic scent from sitting in the pipes for years. But it was water. FB didn’t dare try to drink it, instead he put his hand in the way, feeling the temperature. It started almost uncomfortably warm, but as the stream got stronger, it cooled and cleared somewhat, though the smell remained.

He lifted BB’s head under the water, the bandit soaked for a few moments before startling awake, spluttering. “Gggha- FUCK-”

He swung a fist backwards at FB, elbow connecting with his nose. “AGH-” he grabbed his face and fell back. “YOu ASSHOLE!!!”

They devolved into a struggling mess for a few moments, FB trying to keep them both in the showers. “Dumbass! I’m trying! to help you!!”

The water was decently cold now, and after a few more seconds of fighting, BB sighed contentedly and stilled, letting it wash over him. He started to open his mouth, but FB quickly slapped a hand over it.

“Don’t! No way in hell this water is safe to drink.” 

BB did his best to glare in FB’s direction, frustrated. He pulled the hand away. “There’s hospitals when we get to the city. And If we don’t drink, we die. I’m fucking thristy.”

FB didn’t argue, he couldn’t help but be tempted by the gross water. They hadn’t had anything in days. He gave in, they drank it, the metallic taste reminded him of blood, but there wasn’t another choice. They were lucky there was water at all. Despite how bad it tasted, it was heavenly to their dry throats.

….there was definitely lead in those pipes.

[choirofseventongues]

Jabberwocky.

everyone’s tripping on tower bricks and crystal candycanes. twin bruises girl, you know what i mean pain star, call upon your saint of choice...Im tired of your perverted crush

i opened up to your wind rush and rejoiced

such a long long time ago and turned my back when i saw your muddy body in an ocean grave post-you showing

to me your truest colors and stabbed yourself face-first.

i turned the other cheek too much i told you sorry but i'm not. you were vile little alice. and twice as fucking vain. you planted seeds of jealousy in your flying monkeys trying to saddle me with blame.

you’re not a wicked witch yknow, you no longer have to play the part, my little horned flame.

they try to look and act like different masks of mine because you can't seem to replace me.

so why whine? because you broke your own damn heart with expectations and competitive childlike flaunts and you know now you’ll never beat me, yet…

i never wanted this for us and never thought of you ill that way. i loved you dearly but not queerly so you chose to run away.

it's your turn for the qliphoth now.

i've seen god and before him, in the abyss you too shall bow. your soul will mush, decay and rot. but you too shall be reborn as a babalonian jackpot

i crossed the abyss some times and i hope you cross it 3 times harder. the dark night of the soul awaits you. a punishment for repeated betrayal. betrayed me and betrayed yourself, your truest will and so did your selfish pawns.

i only screwed him because you screwed mine first. your power drill nails etched your name into my heart because you hate me. because you need me, and i loved you in a way you didn't want.

i truly tried to be your friend. not your experiment or toy. not your sidepiece or gay twin flame. not your charity accessory left gaunt

bought drugs for you and cried with you, chauffeured you and played your maid. i never wanted to compete with you but you couldn't stand the beacon in my soul and sprayed it with acidic Raid.

im a black hole now so honey try not to get sucked into the tirade.

i turned the other cheek too much and lapped up all your tears, i never tore your spirit down because the truth falls on deaf ears.

plato's cave is where you stay with your army of social elites. you all remind me of billionaires, the way our backs ache from your pairs of trust fund feet.

are the dots starting to connect yet miss alice? i know you feel ashamed. you’re only sorry for me and my struggle now because you’ve been defamed.

i’ll say it once and i’ll say it again, cus The Whore has just rode in.

i turned the other cheek too much my dear and you really love to strike when i can’t see you.

my blood dries purple. you made a martyr of me. i wear the crown, of silver lilac lavender, my three eyes bleed blue rivers clean, and my severed neck bears pearls and golden faked aquamarine, my heart pumps out green lightning. my stomach a golden meadow

of carnage under the moon, my womb a flaming holy wound. my sex an aching rushing haze of red and amethyst.

royal chrisist crucifixion, i wear my scars from you.

I strike you down girl, cus you were never friend but foe, you. dug your talons in… and i lost everything… but in the end what did you gain?

sweet alice please don’t be so vain, your fanclub’s had enough! be wiser and behave like a woman grown… i think we’ve both had enough… check your heart and like a phoenix or scorpions tail, i hope youre fit to rise.

and you, the brainless scarecrow, you’ve made me stiff like hay.

i inherit emerald city and toss your memory like a can of tin. I wear the mark of the beast and white and blue for my future munchkins.

you, april rose… bear the hat of the fool. I’ll hide you from your rabbit hole just for preying on me in high school. i am the white rabbit; see, you have to stop chasing after me. wake up my loves it’s time to say goodbye to wonderland where you’re kings and queens of swords, illuminating hell with your deceptive fabric lies and attempting me and i, my kingdom, my jabberwocky. i the queen of hearts and dorthyann and mallory, see past your pixels, hear me: your tok is tikking girl. the doctors got your medicine, on tower pills you choke. heavenly mother will always be here, for you’re entitled to instructions.

we know his manhood's tiny... and id still cut the arms right of him; if he ever put a hand on you unprompted.

i warn you that the tunnels reek of illness and destruction.

i hope he gives you all you dream of because at the end of the day ye hath deserve it.

i seal this letter with a kiss and send you off and angels lift

their wings to take your sainthood and bless you with their crown.

one more thing you should know, the crows told me your rainbow aura’s looking brown regina george.

Thoths sandy crown is now my cross to split and bear and disperse upon ye. jesus was the mushroom you hurled.

Sleep tight and dont let the bedbugs bite. You'll meet the Giant in the White Lodge where the owls gorge the flesh of THE ARM 🎖🍸🪖👽🏔☮️🕊 Y LA ZEITGEIST!