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[abyssal-ali]

feeling super pick-me rn ✌️but 👀 guess who is soft-launching their personal discord server 👀

[zegrasdrysdale]

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could write a request for cole caufield! So him and reader are like newly public but have been dating for a couple months, but she’s getting hate on the internet bc her ex is someone who’s famous (idk who lol) but anyways she goes onto like a podcast and talks about how much better of a boyfriend cole was to her than her ex and when she gets home he’s just so in awe of her and the way she feels and speaks about him (I’m so sorry if this didn’t make sense) 😭

[ to love and to be loved ] c. caufield

paring : Cole Caufield x influencer!fem!reader

summary : tired of the hate she's been getting, (Y/N) goes on a podcast to talk about her life, her past relationship, and her new public relationship with Canadians star Cole Caufield

warning(s) : language, mentions of cheating

author’s note : my first time ever writing for cole so pls tell me if i did okay :)

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She didn't know what she thought would happen when she and Cole went public with their relationship a few months after they started dating. There were a few hours where all she saw was support, until her TikToker ex decided to say something about the announcement she and Cole made.

All she sees right now is hate from thousands of people after her ex's comments on his Instagram story. He called her a bitch and said she used him to gain fame and use his money to get what she wanted. He even tagged Cole in a second Instagram story to warn him about her "manipulative ways". His millions of fans agreed with him and have started to flood her feed with hate and negative messages.

She can't even imagine what Cole's comments and DMs look like.

It's been a week since that day, and she's only grown tired of seeing all the hate. She's hasn't spoken out about her ex's accusations about her despite her having more serious accusations about him and his own girlfriend.

As soon as she was invited to go on one of her friends' podcasts, she jumped at the opportunity to speak out about what's been going on. It's time to speak out, and that's the reason her friend invited her on to the podcast.

The set is comfortable. She sits on the couch next to her friend and her friend's podcast partner. A microphone sits in front of her on a stand. A table sits at her feet that holds cups of coffee for the three of them. It's a cozy set up.

"Thank you for inviting me," (Y/N) says to her friend. "I'm sorry Cole wasn't available to come on with me. He flew in this morning from his road trip and has practice today. He didn't want to risk being late to the rink."

Her friend Demi says, "It's not a problem. I understand that he has a busy schedule. Thank you for agreeing to come on."

"It's time I spoke up about this," she tells her friend. "Don't be afraid to ask the hard questions. I'll happily answer any of them."

One of the crew members tells them they're going live in less than a minute. (Y/N) throws her curls behind her shoulder and sits back to get comfortable on the couch.

The same crew member counts down from five before pointing at Demi and her podcast partner. Demi is the one that gives this episode's greeting.

"Welcome back to TikTok Stuff You Should Know," she says into her own microphone. "To my left is Payton, which is not surprising at all because she's glued to my side. Today we have a very special guest joining us. She is a very close friend of mine who has been dealing with a lot of hate recently after launching her relationship online last week. Please welcome (Y/N) (L/N) to the podcast."

Payton looks over at (Y/N) and speaks. "Welcome, (Y/N). We're very happy you're able to join us today."

"Happy to be here."

Demi smiles at her and says, "So, we're all dying to know. How is your relationship with Cole Caufield? How have the two of you been dealing with the past week?"

There it is. Starting out strong.

"Cole has been super supportive of me," she replies. "He's been doing his best in trying to distract me over the past week. I think we've both been trying to stay off social media this week and focus on making sure we're both okay. He's been playing really well recently too, which makes it very easy to distract myself from everything that's been happening on social media. I think he's been using hockey as his own distraction."

Payton nods along as (Y/N) speaks. Demi's eyes are on her. They're both listening to everything she's been saying.

That's only a fraction of what's been happening.

(Y/N) has been in tears almost every night, especially since Cole has been on a roadie for the past four days. The first three days after all hell broke loose were perfect. She laid in Cole's arms every night and woke up next to him every morning. It made the days a lot easier.

Since he left, she's been in tears on FaceTime with him. It hasn't been as easy without him near her. It actually kind of sucks. She didn't even get to see him before she left.

"What made you want to come out about your seemingly new relationship with him?" Payton asks. "Did you think that Ethan would say something about it when you and Cole posted about it?"

She shakes her head. "I always thought Ethan was a really nice guy," she explains. "I certainly didn't expect this out of him. Especially after everything he did throughout our relationship. Cole and I really love each other and we both got tired of hiding that from the public. It was his idea to make out "

"That's an interesting comment," Demi slowly says like she doesn't know what her ex did. "What did Ethan do during your relationship?"

(Y/N) bites her bottom lip for a second. "He cheated on me," she tells the two of them. "All the time at the end of our relationship. Actually, his new girlfriend is just one of the girls he fucked while we were in a relationship. He would have a new girl every weekend and I would look the other way because I loved him."

"It wasn't because you didn't want to lose your constant source of followers and money?" Payton asks. "I'm not taking a shot, by the way. He accused you of using him for fame and money so I just want you to be able to clear the air."

"No, I understand," she replies after being caught off guard by the way the question was worded. "Um, no. I never once used him for followers or money. I made my own money by posting my own content across social media. I stayed with him because I wanted to believe he was a better person and that he could change. I truly loved him and I wanted a future with him. After nearly three months of this, I couldn't do it anymore and I ended things with him."

She notes that Payton looks genuinely surprised by her words. Demi looks annoyed because she and (Y/N) are actually very close friends so she was one of the first people that she told what was going on. She was one of the people that told (Y/N) to end the relationship when Ethan started cheating on her.

"That's crazy," Payton drawls. "Holy shit." She looks over at Demi. "Did you know about all of this?"

"(Y/N) is one of the most genuine people I have ever known," Demi says. "I hated seeing her in that relationship at the end, and I hate that she's being accused of using someone for followers and money. There was a reason she rarely ever posted Ethan on any of her social media. She didn't want to constantly post him because she was afraid to be labeled as a user. She loves creating content and videos. She's so much happier now."

A small smile forms on her lips as she thinks about Cole. She thinks about how he actually loves her and isn't afraid to show it.

"I am so much happier now," she echoes. "I mean, Cole is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He was so patient with me at the beginning of our relationship because I was still healing from my last relationship. He spent so long trying to show me that it's okay to love and be loved by someone that I gave my heart to him. I trust him with my everything, which is not something I would've said this time last year."

Demi smiles at her and Payton mirrors it. "That's so good to hear," Payton says. "Sounds like you caught a good one, (Y/N)."

"I absolutely did," she replies with a smile on her own face. "He is the best boyfriend. I've been so emotional this past week and he has made sure to be there for me the entire time. He checked in on me while he was on the road for the past few games. I am so in love with him, and he helped me believe in love again. I am so grateful for him."

One of the crew members tells them to begin wrapping up. Payton takes over. "Well, thank you for talking with us, (Y/N)," she says. "Where can we find you and Cole?"

"You can find Cole on the ice tomorrow night at seven when he and the Canadians take on the Calgary Flames," she says. "You can find him on social media at colecaufield. You can find me on social media as well at yourusername. Or you can find me somewhere in the stands at Cole's home hockey games."

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It feels like an eternity since she's been home when she walks into her apartment in downtown Montreal. She shuts the door behind her with a sigh and leans against it.

When she throws her keys in the bowl by the door, she sees Cole's car keys. "Coley?" she calls. "Are you here?"

She walks into the living room to see Cole sitting on the couch. He looks back at her and smiles. "You are freaking amazing, baby," he tells her. "I listened to the podcast on the way home and holy shit. I have never heard anyone talk about me the way you do. I swear I fall in love with you more every single day."

"You listened?" she asks.

Cole stands up with a nod. "To the whole thing," he replies. "I helped you believe in love again?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) breathes out. "You did. You showed me that it's okay to love someone without being afraid they're going to hurt you. I thought that for a long time, Cole. You helped me realize that it's okay to love someone again."

Without realizing it, tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She tries to wipe them away quickly but Cole notices them before she can wipe them away. He walks around the couch to get to her and he envelopes him in a hug. "I'm so proud of you, baby," he whispers in her ear.

She lets out a quiet sob and buries her face in his chest. "I'm so grateful for you," she replies.

"You're so brave for talking about the whole situation," Cole tells her. "I can't believe how well you're handling it. I'm in awe, (Y/N). I wish I had your strength. I wish I could've been there to witness the whole podcast."

"I'm only brave because you're here," she admits as she pulls her face out of his chest. Cole moves his hands to her jaw and his thumbs wipe away more tears that escaped. "I don't know where I'd be if you weren't here. I don't know if I'd even be here if you weren't, Cole."

Cole presses a kiss to her forehead and mumbles, "I love you. More than you'll ever know. You're so strong."

She closes her eyes and whispers, "I love you too."

(Y/N) isn't afraid to say those three words anymore. Not like she was last year. Cole has showed her that she doesn't need to be afraid anymore.

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[lainiespicewrites]

Someone to take her home

Hey guys so I wrote this a while ago! This is a Henry one shot it an OFC because I'll die on the self insert hill! LOL it gives me so much comfort. Is that weird IDK. Anyway this story is kind of heavy. I wrote this to get out some feelings about an SA that I had experienced. I've always been someone that if I'm stressed I rewrite the situation with a comforting outcome or a better outcome to release the stress or make myself feel better. I wanted to sort of write myself a way to get some comfort from the trauma. And I hope having a character like this sweet soft version of Henry may help some of you too. I never reached out for myself for help and maybe I should have but if you experienced something please talk to someone. If you need someone to talk to or just want a place to let it out my DM's are a safe space <3 Just as disclaimer this doesn't mention any of the actual situation that happened to me. Just a filler to get out the emotion. Still this is a fluff with lots of love and sweet gentle young Henry bc I just know in my soul this was and is how he is as a person!

Warnings: Light Cursing, Trauma, Mentions of sexual assault. (Please reach out for help even if it's just talking to someone about your situation. My DM's are open if y'all wanna talk after this <3)

Description: OFC goes to college party and meets Henry and they become fast friends. and he helps her when things turn bad with a guy he warned her about.

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I stared at myself in the mirror one more time. I needed to leave soon. If I looked any longer I would find something I hated and talk myself out of going. So I grabbed my bag and turned off my bedroom light. Nervous didn’t begin to describe how I was feeling. I’d never been to a party like this before. Sure I’d been out a few times in high school. But it was usually theater cast parties. And one time my friend and I stole some captain morgan from her parents liquor cabinet. But this was on an entirely different scale. 

Most of my drinking was a night in with the girls with wine or movie night drinking games. God I sound so boring. It’s not that I don’t enjoy partying. I was genuinely excited to be invited out tonight. Lilly and I had worked together for a few assignments in class. And we would say hi when we ran into each other in the dorms. But, I never expected to get a text this afternoon inviting me to her boyfriend's party. Purdue was an incredibly large campus. Upwards of 40,000 plus students. Yet somehow Lilly’s boyfriend Riley Hardesty seemed to know everyone. He was known for throwing huge parties all year. They weren’t exclusive. You could just be driving through the neighborhood and stop in.  But she told me a friend of  Riley’s had asked her about me. 

Matt Parker. I know of him. He’s in my English 204 lecture. But we’ve never talked. But he is really attractive. So maybe something good would come from all of this! I decided just to walk as my dorm wasn’t far from the house Riley and his roommates lived in. It was a cool night in mid october and I was definitely regretting the little black denim skirt I was wearing. I was smart enough to wear a cardigan but it was still cold. Thank God it's only 2 blocks down. I bit my lip nervously. Am I even going to know anyone here? Anyone I actually talk to? It’s too late now. I already got dressed and ready. I walked here. I have to go through with this. 

I took a deep breath and walked inside. Things were already full swing. I could hear the music outside before I even opened the door. No one seemed to notice me and honestly I was okay with that. I looked around scanning the room. Almost everyone had a drink in hand, standing around in groups talking. The smell of  pot hit me immediately as I started to walk through the house. I wasn’t  the least bit surprised. I made my way to the kitchen where I found multiple drinks, alcohol and mixers available. I kept it simple and grabbed a wine cooler. Something fruity. I was definitely going to need a buzz if I was going to be here longer than 5 minutes.

 I pushed my way out of the kitchen and found a quiet corner to drink and observe for a while. I was busy listening to some guys talk about last weekend's football game when I heard someone’s voice. And I realized they were talking to me. I shifted my eyes seeing a guy standing next to me. He was maybe 6’1, blue eyes, and brown hair with soft curls. I gave him a gentle smile,

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked. He smiled and chuckled softly. His smile was beautiful. 

“I uh, Just noticed your shirt. Are you a Def Leppard fan?” He asked. I looked down. I completely forgot that was the shirt I was wearing. I just thought a band t-shirt would look cute with the skirt. But

“Yeah! Well I know a few of their songs! My Mom was in her 20’s in the 80’s and she loved them!” I said. 

“She has good taste! They’re awesome! Are you here by yourself? Not trying to be creepy I just noticed you were by yourself over here and I wanted to make sure you were alright,” He rambled. I nodded.

“I look that out of place huh? Yeah, I um. I’m friends with Riley’s girlfriend. Well not friends necessarily. But I know her. Anyway she invited me because of some friend of Riley’s but I don’t know this isn’t normally my scene. Wow that was a lot,” I blushed. “Sorry,” I mumbled. 

“For?” He smiled, raising an eyebrow. “We’re talking. I like getting to know people! And I totally get it. This can kind of be a lot sometimes. I actually came with some friends but I needed to step away from all the crazy for a second. I’m Henry by the way.” He smiled, extending his hand. I took it and He squeezed mine softly. 

“Alayna!” I said. 

“It’s nice to meet you!” He smiled. “Which one of Riley’s friends? If you don't mind me asking,” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Matt Parker,” I said bluntly. “You know him,” Henry took a sip of his beer and nodded. 

“I do, He’s alright. We’re sort of friends I suppose. He may have good intentions. Listen, I know you don’t need my advice, but just be careful around him. I don’t know what you were expecting with him or hoping for. But he can be a little, well, if I had a daughter I wouldn’t trust him with her. But I could be wrong. I’m sorry, that was a bit much. I don't want to ruin your evening,” He said. 

“For?” I smirked copying his face from earlier. “You seem to have pure intentions. Just looking out for someone. That’s really kind of you actually. I honestly don't know what I was expecting. But I can handle myself. I didn’t really come out tonight for him. I wanted to actually let loose and have fun for once. I’ve been trying to have more adventures, meet new people, make new friends.” I smiled looking him in the eyes on that last part. He gave me a big smile and held out his beer bottle to cheers me. 

“To new friends,” He spoke and we clinked our bottles together. “I like you, I mean talking to you.” He said. 

“I like talking to you too! I was honestly super anxious about coming tonight. I was worried I’d be too anxious and awkward to have fun or it would be too much. Because this is a lot. I’m 100% sure I saw someone do coke off the kitchen counter. But I’m actually enjoying myself. Right now anyway.” I laughed. Henry chuckled. 

“Good! Well, I’m going to go find my friends but, what's your number? I’ll send you a text real quick and if you get overwhelmed or uncomfortable  or need to escape all of this for a bit come find me! Or text me. I’d be happy to be there for you.  And we can just chill out for a while.” I smiled and gave him my phone number. It was nice to meet someone as kind as Henry. You don’t meet a lot of people that… genuine and gentlemanly in places like this. He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before he walked off to find his friends. I wandered off to get another drink while I was standing in the kitchen waiting to grab another wine cooler. I felt someone lay their arm across my shoulder. 

“Hey gorgeous,” I recognized Matt’s voice. I gave him a soft smile. 

“Hi,” I spoke. 

“I’m glad you came tonight, You having a good time,” He asked, clearly buzzed. 

“Yeah,” I said tentatively “One hell of a party!” I laughed. 

“For sure!” He smiled and moved to the side of me taking his arm off my shoulder. “What are you drinking babe?” He asked. 

“Just Mike's lemonade.” I chuckled awkwardly. 

“Aw come on girl you can do something stronger than that huh?” He joked. I shook my head.

“I probably could but I’d rather not get sick.” I said. 

“Aw well come on at least do a shot with me?” He asked, giving me a puppy dog face and pouting. “Just tequila, we got training wheels!” He added. 

“I don’t know… I don’t wanna get too crazy,” I said. 

“Nah, it’ll be alright, it’ll just loosen you up a bit!” He spoke already pouring the shots. He slid one over to me. And a piece of lime. “Ready?” I picked up the shot and stared at it questioningly. 

“Alright,” He smiled. We clicked the glasses and hit them against the table before taking the shot. It was super bitter. I immediately followed it with the lime. But it didn’t help much. When I looked up again Matt had gotten me another Mike’s from the cooler.

“Atta girl!” He smirked. He took a step closer and I took the drink from him. Then I heard someone call his name from across the house. They were starting another game of beer pong. “That’s my que babe, but wait for me yeah? I’ll come back to you after this game!” He smirked and left a wet kiss on my cheek before running off to join the boys. 

Charming is certainly not a word I would use to describe him. But he’s nice. And he’s just trying to make sure I have fun. There’s no harm in that. I wandered around the party again. I opened up my new bottle and tossed the cap on a nearby coffee table. I thought about watching the beer pong game but I honestly wasn’t interested. I found the door leading to the backyard and saw there was a bonfire going. I stepped outside and found an empty seat by the fire. I watched it crackle for a bit and took a long sip of my drink. I felt a warmth inside me and knew it was coming from the alcohol. I started to relax as I listened to the fire and the white noise of the people chatting around me. It was a gorgeous night.

“Hey!” I heard a voice from behind me. “Funny meeting you out here!” Henry spoke, pulling up a chair next to me.

“Hey!” I said excitedly. “It’s calm out here. I like it!” I said. Henry smiled. 

“I do too, I love a good fire. Fuels the soul.” He half joked. 

“ I love the smell! Is that weird?” I laughed. 

“No,” He chuckled softly “Not at all! So, besides the band on that very cool shirt, What other music do you like?” Henry asked, leaning back in his chair and taking a long swig of his beer. 

“Oh all kinds. I’m a big lover of the stuff from the 70s though! Elton John, Heart, the Beatles, I guess they’re technically 60’s. I know it’s kind of old school but. I feel like they just don’t make music like that anymore.” I explained. 

“Classic! I like it,” He smiled. 

“What about you?” I asked. 

“Oh I’m all over the place too. I’m actually a big country fan!” He smirked. 

“I wouldn’t have expected that from you but I respect it. It’s not my favorite genre but there are definitely some good ones there!” I smiled. Henry and I chatted for a while. We talked about our majors. He's a history major. Where we’re from, he has an accent but I didn’t want to ask and be weird about it. He told me he’s from the UK. We talked about books, history and our friends. It was nice. A little while later I felt an arm around my shoulder again. I knew it was Matt. 

“There she is! Did you think I forgot about you babe?” He asked. 

“No,” I smiled blushing softly. He smiled. 

“Hey Henry! Are you having a good time, man?” He asked. Henry nodded and finished his beer. 

“Yeah! Actually I should go get another one. It was nice talking to you Alayna!” He smiled at me before he got up and left. I don’t know why but I could tell Henry wasn’t the biggest fan of Matt. He said they were friends earlier but I think he was just trying to be nice

I was shaken from the thought when I heard Matt’s voice again. 

“Hey, follow me!” He said enthusiastically. 

“Okay,” I smiled. I got up and followed him back inside. He led us upstairs and down the hall to what I assume was his room. 

“Too many people out there, I wanted to be alone with you,” He smiled. 

“That’s really sweet! It is pretty crowded.” I said. 

“Yeah,” He said blankly. “Are you enjoying the party?” He asked. 

“I am,” I said half telling the truth. I enjoyed talking to Henry. 

“God you’re so gorgeous,” He said. “I always want to talk to you in class but you always leave so quickly I never get the chance.” He said. 

“Thank you,” I blushed. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. I don’t know if I wanted it or if it was the alcohol but I nodded. He smirked and leaned in kissing me on the lips. It was gentle at first but then he quickly started using tongue. I felt kind of awkward. So I backed away. “Oh sorry, you okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” I lied. He just nodded and went back to kissing me. I kissed him back a bit but then I felt him start to feel me up. I froze. I really didn’t want that. He moved his hand under my shirt and I stopped him. 

“Uh Matt, I really don’t know about this.” I said nervously. He pulled back 

“It’s fine, nobody's gonna come in, don't worry about it.” He said and started kissing my neck. Oh god this sucks. 

“No I mean. I don’t… want to do this.” I stuttered. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun babe, it’ll be alright.” He kept feeling me up and continued kissing me. I felt stuck. He pushed himself against me, grinding into me. He moaned. I swallowed hard. Fuck, I really didn’t want this. 

“No, Matt, I really don’t want to.” I said again. 

“Shhh just go with it.” he said, shushing me. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.” He said, sliding his hand under my skirt and rubbing his fingers against me. 

“No, stop Matt,” I said again, my voice quivering. He was definitely stronger than me. He used his other hand to take himself out of his shorts and he grabbed my hand putting it on him while he kept touching me, forcing his fingers inside. It hurt. I don’t know how but finally I found the strength to push him away from me. He stumbled back and fell against the bed and I ran out of the room. I could feel the tears stinging in my eyes already but I had to get out of this house. I quickly ran down the stairs and out the front door. Matt was pretty drunk so I don’t even think he tried to follow me. I walked a little way down the street and stopped letting out a sob. What the hell just happened. How did I let that happen? How could I have been stupid enough to trust him or follow him? I didn’t know what to do. I probably should have headed back to the dorm but I didn’t want to be alone right now. I took to my phone trying to think of who to talk to. 

I saw I had a text. It was Henry. “Hey it’s me! Henry I mean lol feel free to text me anytime.” I sent him a quick text taking a deep breath and trying to pull myself together. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I was so stupid. He tried to warn me. 

“Hey, it’s Alayna, where are you?” I sent it. To my surprise he responded almost immediately. 

“By the fire, You okay?” it read. 

“Would you wanna go on a walk with me?” I asked. There’s no way I could go back there. 

“Sure :) where are you?” 

“On the front sidewalk like 3 houses down toward campus.” 

“Be right there!” true to his word about 2 minutes later I saw him walking down the sidewalk toward me. 

“How are you?” He asked. 

“Good,” I nodded absentmindedly. 

“Were you leaving?” He asked.

I um,” I stuttered “Yeah, it was just… too much. I was gonna head home. I feel stupid I was just gonna walk home. I'll be fine, I’ll let you have fun. I don’t wanna interrupt your night.” I rambled. 

“No! Please do! I’d be happy to walk you home. Talking with you was the most fun I had tonight actually.” He stated simply. I smiled weakly.

“I’m glad.” I said. 

“Are you alright?” He asked me. I sighed trying not to get emotional. 

“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed and tired.” I lied. We walked in silence for a bit. I couldn’t believe how kind he was. The fact that he would leave his friends to walk me home. He was genuinely concerned about me. That feeling made me even more overwhelmed and finally after everything I could help but start crying. I felt like I had no control over my body as I started to sob. I felt my shoulders start to shake. Henry stopped and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Alayna what's wrong?” He asked me. I tried so hard to speak.

“He wouldn’t.. And I said… no, but he kept…” it all came out in broken sobs. Henry didn’t say anything. He just pulled me into him and hugged me tightly. After a few seconds. I started to calm down and tried to steady my breathing. 

“Shh it’s alright,  just breathe.” I heard him say. I slowed my breathing. “Did he touch you?” He asked gently, trying not to upset me again. I couldn’t speak, I just nodded. Henry went stiff. I looked up and saw his jaw was clenched. “Mother fucker,” He mumbled quietly under his breath. Then he spoke louder “Do you want to go talk to someone? Like report it?” He asked. Again his voice was gentle. I shook my head. 

“I can’t, I know I should but I really can’t, not now.” I said. He nodded. 

“Okay, well let's get you home.” He said. I started to walk again. Henry kept an arm around me as we walked. We were quiet the whole way there. He walked me all the way to the door. Wanting to make sure I got in okay.

“Thank you,” I said. But just as he turned to leave I grabbed his hand. “Wait, please don’t go.” I said, trying not to sound desperate. Not that I had the energy to care. 

“You want me to stay?” he asked. I nodded. 

“Yeah, no, I .. I don’t .. You don’t have to, I’ll be okay.” I said. 

“Hey,” He paused, grabbing my hand. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” So I took off my shoes and slipped into the bathroom to change into some shorts. I laid in my bed and Henry sat next to me. “Do you want to watch something?” He asked. I nodded. And turned on my TV scrolling aimlessly. I stopped on some old 90’s sitcom. 

“Thank you, for staying,” I said. 

“You shouldn’t be alone right now. And I meant what I said. I had more fun talking to you tonight than with anyone else.” He smiled sympathetically. 

“I did too,” I said.  I sat up going to kiss him but he stopped me.

“Not tonight, darling. Believe me I would love to kiss you. But I think you’ll regret it later if you do this now. I like you. I’m not going anywhere. Let's take this slow. You’ve been through a lot tonight. I’ll still be here when you’re ready. But I think tonight you need to rest.” he said. The universe gave me Henry tonight. If I hadn’t ran into him. I’d have been alone after being sexually assaulted by a guy I barely know. Any other guy wouldn’t have treated me like him. He was so gentle and respectful. He was genuinely looking out for my best interest when he could’ve taken advantage of my vulnerability. I just nodded.

“I’m sorry that was stupid.” I sighed. 

“No, it wasn’t” he put his arm around me pulling me into his side and I naturally rested my head on his chest. “You don’t need to apologize. Try to get some rest.” He spoke gently. I could hear his heartbeat and my breath slowed to match the rhythm. Eventually so did he. I looked up to find him asleep with his arm still around me. I settled in snuggling into his side. All the noise around me slowly faded away and I finally got to rest, falling asleep in Henry’s arms.

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[muppetjokernumberfiftysevenfan]

okay. I think I will be the one to make the discord. I've never ran a server before, so if anyone wants to be a mod then please say so and reply to this post. I think I will need... two, three mods at most?

to keep the spam down (this is going to be inevitable with all of the eyes we have on us), this will be invite only. just send me an ask, a dm, anything, and I will give you an invite to the server. as long as you're not a blank blog and/or I know you're involved in this, that is. this is for the brotherhood and the other blogs. I hope that's a reasonable request-- again, I want to keep spam to a minimum.

give me... a day or two to get this together. I'll make another post about it when it's ready.

super secret special detail about the discord under the cut.

I want to include a chat for ooc ( out of character ) purposes as well. I want this to be a space where we can doff our hats, if you will. there will be two chatrooms for this purpose: ic and ooc. they won't be labeled as that, I'll come up with something. I understand some of us may struggle with unreality ( I actually do ) so I want to make it clear there will be a space in this server where we're not roleplaying.

I understand some of us are not roleplaying as well. for those of you who aren't actually roleplaying and are being your whole ass selves, uh. do whatever I guess? yeah. I just want this to be a safe place to hang out and also partake in shenanigans lol.

[chezgender]

Cha cha cha / It's crazy it's party comparison

@tmrwds post and @izpira-se-zlato addition gave me brainworms. @kylla-kylla also saw the connection between ICIP and CCC and I saw their post after I started writing this. So I'm definitely not alone in being insane. Thus here is my own rant about It's Crazy it's Party.

Notes:

ICIP lyrics transcript taken from @koppitules on twt, translation taken from a Käärijä discord

CCC lyrics and translation from lyricstranslate.com

Disclaimer: This analysis is purposefully exaggerated/dramatic in order to highlight contrast. I do think Jere loves his job and career, ICIP is definitely a fun song in which you can find (or not) a deeper meaning, it's up to your interpretation. I just love angst lol please don't come at me I'm sensitive 🤡😭

(ps. sorry to all the people I tagged. You don't have to interact with this, I just wanted to give proper credit)

Let's start. Bear with me being cringe.

First verse

At the beginning of CCC, we see how partying is reserved for the weekend - it's something cathartic after a long week of responsibility and worries, it's an outlet for stress and negativity. The world can't scare him no more, as he mentions later in the song, now that he's having fun.

In ICIP, people have pointed out how the first verse reminds them of CCC, musically wise. This is definitely on purpose, the main difference lies in the lyrics. Here Jere reveals that partying now it's an everyday thing. It's an endless circus of traveling despite everything, he's the cog in a machine bigger than him. The world that seemed so tiny compared to the fun, is now scary - the party is now and tomorrow and 365 days a year, in Finland and even abroad. As if there was no safe place. He can't escape it and it's overwhelming to the point "you'll feel it in your hair and your ass" (honestly, weird phrasing, but it gets the point across I guess?). Either way, this party is almost ineluctable.

Chorus

In the CCC chorus he says he wants to forget about the pains of daily life by getting wasted and drinking with both hands on as many drinks as he can hold, until he won't even be able to get up. Honestly, although this doesn't seem like a healthy coping mechanism (but I'm none to judge), it does look willing and deliberate - he makes the choice of getting drunk on the weekend. He's in control of when the party happens.

In ICIP instead the chorus is shorter, and quite tautological: crazy is crazy, party is party, and life is life, you know? (see @tmrwds for a cultural insight on the "elämä on laiffi" phrase). There's a different feeling in this chorus, the singing is soft and maybe even a bit sexy but the lyrics hold a touch of resignation in between. This party is not a deliberate choice anymore, Jere doesn't get to choose when his life is crazy/party and when he gets to rest.

CCC 2nd verse / ICIP Tommy's verse

Without need for lyrics, also because most people have a hard time understanding what Tommy was singing live, I'll talk about this in brief. I chose to include it because Jere himself sang some parts of it during the live - mostly echoing, but still.

In CCC, Jere parties almost alone. Well, it's implied that there's more people to that party but the song is about him, his own liberation from stress and whatever thing was keeping him bound and off the dancefloor. There are no explicit references to other people.

In ICIP instead, Tommy sings about a club in which they enter and people go crazy. They talk about sex in a rather crass way, probably for kicks, but as mentioned in @tmrwds post, it could definitely hint at the wrong kind of attention Jere is receiving. People in his DMs and probably even in person are making more or less explicit advances on him, surely unsolicited, but it's part of the party.

And Tommy invites Jere to party with him (that modulated voice parodically reminds me of the beginning of Barbie Girl by Aqua). Jere says yes, of course he wants to party with him, right here right now (no matter the day, or his condition, does he really have a say in it?)

Another thing I'd like to point out:

Jere in CCC mentions "it's hard to talk when this different side of me does its part" / Tommy in ICIP mentions how the alcohol makes it hard to think (obviously, but I'm clinically insane and I see intertextuality everywhere) - so, basically, the "side of him" Jere talks about in CCC renders him carefree, maybe happy, definitely free of burdens. In ICIP, this "part of him" seems to have taken complete control to the point Jere can't tell himself from it.

Last part of ICIP

"Let's go party" leads to a countdown - inexorable and short, leaving everyone little time to get ready. The song explodes like a bomb, reminds me of a breakdown in a Korn song. The bass hammers hard and everyone is jumping, hearts bursting, everything is out of control. To quote @izpira-se-zlato , there's an apocalyptic feeling to it. Jere can't do anything but let himself be engrossed without a chance to escape. Which he can't, lest he gives everything up.

Where CCC was party metal with a touch of eurodance, ICIP definitely belongs to an insane rave. It reminds me of Dutch hardstyle, dubstep and a touch of eurodance until the end, which screams industrial/nu metal to me, only adding to the concept of hammering and exhausting work/lifestyle.

We could say that It's Crazy it's Party is the Välikuolema to Cha Cha Cha's Viuliunkieli, in a way.

Jere is a storyteller in most of his songs, and it's clear he likes such narratives to carry on between different tracks (i.e: I think the Viulunkieli/Välikuolema narrative carries on to Morgan), so it's only fair to assume the two songs combined tell a whole story.

Further speculation: Jere has often said he's really tired in this precise moment - the relentless touring throughout summer is obviously taking a toll on him, no matter how much he can love what he does. It would be exhausting for anyone. Plus, the "ghost" of ESC follows him everywhere: sometimes I get the feeling many people perceive him as the CCC-guy rather than the complete artist he is, so maybe he's trying to change this.

As many people already said, the story Mikke posted with the grave being dug could hint at the burial of green-bolero-Käärijä. I don't believe Jere is denying the fame and good things it has brought, but he's probably willing to turn the page and carry on with something new (and probably take a long, well deserved break). Or maybe the MV will just be homoerotic softp-rn featuring a grave, WHO KNOWS. I just know I can't wait to see what's next. I love ESC-Käärija (without CCC I wouldn't even be aware of his existence, so I'm forever grateful) and that love will forever be a part of me, but I also welcome this change with open arms in hopes to see him grow more and more.

Conclusion: the speculation is very real and material and I am very very cringe <33

[michelletsw]

Could I request reader baking sweets for Riddle, Ace and Malleus?

Yes how cute!

Headcanons of baker y/n I'm going to stick to the good at baking thing so if you wanted a bad at baking feel free to dm me and I'll wip something up :>

Established relationships, GN, I use the term soccer mom as a gn term

Warnings ⚠️ none really

Voice line as always will be

Riddle, malleus, ace, and y/n

Baker y/n

You two have been dating for about only a few weeks now and you wanted to do something special for him so you made a few sweet treats

Riddle

You as always where invited to another unbirthday party but you wanted to thank them so you talked to trey about if you could bring some sweets, trey a little skeptical considering what happened with those first years but you reassured him that your really not that bad and he agrees. You to make plans for what you can bring and what's Allready going to be there agreeing on bringing riddles favorite food, strawberry tarts!

Once riddle sees that you have brought not only a desert you made with you but his favorite food, blushy blushy boy

He can try and hide it but you can see the smile that's trying to force its way to his face

Once everything is in place and the tea party begins he trys to be relaxed and not look overly excited to try your backing but he kinda fails since it's the first thing he's reaching for

*Insert image of anime girl eating something and then looks up with stars and shit in there eyes*

Definitely going to ask you why your so good at baking and why is this the first time he's hearing about it??

He'll thank you for it in the moment seeming calm and composed but he's beaming inside

After the tea party a little later in the day you make your way to his room to do school work together only for it to lead to cuddles and riddle being a sweetheart asking if you could maybe make him sweets personally on special occasions ♡♡

Ahhh embarrassed riddle so cute!

Malleus

You've been dating for a while now and felt like your night walks around campus could use a little change, you where contemplating what to make tho would have to be something portable so like cookie bar but malleus really injoys frozen treats but it'll be cold out. In the end you decided on woppie pie there fun, simple and not to messy! Brilliant✨️ after making them you rapped them and placed it in the fridge till your night walk.

As always right on time malleus shows up to your door but instead of just going in to grab your jacket you get the sweets as well

Questioning you on what they where, after you explain everything he's beaming with joy

*Insert happy dragon boy♡*

Going on your way walking around looking at the gargoyles he takes you to the roof, saying this would work to eat her yes?

You hand him his snuggling up together you both injoy the treat.

Definitely better then lilias cooking lol he complaments aspects of it you didn't even think about when making it

Every now and then he would ask if you could make something again every time with out fail making the dragon boy happy when you agree

Sweet dragon boy deserves love♡

Ace

Ace has been working really hard in not just practice but school to so you thought that he deserves a reward for getting good grades and not having to make a deal with any shady octopus for them. Deciding that cake batter cookie would probably be the best choice since your giving them to him after his practice.

Walking into the gym around the time where practice is over but no one leaves yet you make your way over to the bleachers waiting till he sees you

Only for ace to immediately come over and see what's up, pulling out a small box from your bag and handing it to him

Of course asking what's up with the cookies you say you just wanted to reward him for having good grades and keeping up with practice :>

Blushy ace blushy boi

He of course has to tease you say "oh you just love me sooo much huh perfect"

Respond yes I dare you do it, blushy boi!

So when ever you noticed he was doing really well in school youd bring him treats

You became a soccer mom so fast for the team lol at some point at bringing the sweets in you would occasionally bring in something for jamil and floyd leading to the rest of the team

No idea how it ended up this way but everytime you go to a practice match or even just normal practice you bring in some snacks for the team with your signature sweets for ace ♡

[deusexmachinawitch]

★. Welcome to my Universe

Satella ✦ 25+ ✦ Cancer ☼ ✦ Europe ✦ She/They ✦ Bisexual ✦ INTJ ✦ Asian European ✦ Neurodivergent ✦ Spoonie

Likes: Anime & Anime ✦ Videogames ✦ Self-care ✦ Anything purple or pink ✦ Animals ✦ Books ✦ Chocolate ✦ Spirituality content ✦ Esoterism ✦ Digital Art ✦ Aromatherapy ✦ Gardening ✦ Anything that smells like lavender, vanilla or both combined

Dislikes: Coffee ✦ Tobacco ✦ Cockroaches ✦ Mess/Germs ✦ Rude people who claim they sarcastic ✦ Closed minded people ✦ Limiting beliefs or people who push their limiting beliefs on others ✦ Victim mentality ✦ Abusers ✦ Pranksters (Not everyone has your "humor") ✦ Entitlement ✦ People who undermine others

This is my personal blog to share my journey with manifestation, law of assumption and witchcraft.

I mostly reblog to not lose good resources but I'll be sharing my LoAss path with you all.

I really hope I can give back to this wonderful community someday.

Asks ☆ Open

DMs ☆ Open

• Please tag your trigger warnings.

• Do NOT trauma dump.

• I don't mind giving advice about LoAss but I'm not a therapist.

• Do not harass.

• Everyone's LoA journey and techniques are different, please respect everyone's views as long they are not hateful or harmful.

Main Techniques:

Scripting, Revision, Affirmations, SATS, Lullaby Method, Alter Ego effect, Subliminals, Breathwork with Visualization, Mental Diet.

Currently trying to manifest:

• SP (Reconciliation, Living Together, Commitment to Marriage)

• Successful career (Artist, Youtuber, Streamer, Expanding my current career to be highly respected and getting my way with things)

• Rich Mother and her getting remarried to the man of her dreams

• Home of my dreams

• Healthy pets

• Desired appearance (Weight loss, thin legs, v-shaped face, glass skin, firm bust and non-noticeable eye bags)

• Being spoiled (skin and beauty products, new clothes, any electronic device I want, merchandise, etc)

• Privileged Life (Princess treatment, Nepobaby, etc...)

• Better Health.

• Desired skills (Speak the languages I want like a native, ballet dancing, telepathy, etc).

• Magical Notebook that Manifests everything that is written in it

My Rules/Affirmations:

WIP

Friends/Blogs I enjoy:

@starbursts777 ✦ @midnightbish ✦ @blushydior ✦ @fleurlx ✦ @lotusmi ✦ @nonbinarydeity ✦ @qinraijin ✦ @charmedreincarnation ✦ @miracledarling ✦ @pearlygrace ✦ @iamthat-iam ✦ @magic-irl ✦ @angeltearsxoxo

My Law of Assumption Posts:

☆ You are a Deus Ex Machina

☆ The Monarch Butterfly

☆ 【何となく, なんくるないさ • nantonaku, nankurunaisa】 - Somehow, You Will Become It

☆ Manifestation and Mental Health

My success stories:

☆ How I revised my abusive mother into becoming a caring mother

☆ Angry roommate calming down and behaving nicely + Manifesting all of my close friends in one place even though they didn't know each other

☆ Desired appearance + Free Trip + Sudden Gifts + Making my SP jealous because I got everyone's attention on me instead of him/me having an extreme glow up during my time off while he looked rough + Invitation to an exclusive gaming party

☆ Manifesting McDonalds chicken nuggets as a manifesting exercise and ending up with 25 McDonalds chicken nuggets out of the blue lol

☆ Ridiculous cheap/free beauty products + perfect notebook for Law of Assumption + Mom buying me a pink tarot deck

☆ Roommates cleaning the whole house because I affirmed I was going to have a chill day while waiting for a game release + Having a full active Splatoon 3 team

☆ Insane luck in an anime gacha game, getting all playable characters' SR cards in just 3 days from the game opening service

☆ My Mom buying me a fancy pink tarot deck and 3 oracle decks our of the blue + My Mom suddenly buying me two other oracle decks randomly while the package with the other card decks are still on the way

☆ A Trip to Paris (Note: Trip currently postponed due to the Paris riots)

☆ Reconciling with my younger brother after 3 years of NC because he disrespected me (he apologized)

☆ A mole on one of my breasts

Results from Challenges:

☆ 3DOLC + ROE + 12 hr Movement Challenge (Birthday Edition 2023) 

Witchcraft skills:

Cartomancy, Spell Work, Kitchen Magic, Crystals, Dream Interpretation, Pendulum.

Tarot Decks:

Dark Forest Pink Vintage Tarot (Soon)

Currently NOT doing readings or other type of spell work.

[orviposition]

if you could, would you have wanted for 0!yjh to meet dkos even just for a short nice moment (besides the canon one at the very end)? even if he would forget about it all in the end? vahdhv jgdjk how would that even go in your head 🤣

though i know he didnt suffer the way 41!yjh did it'd be so funny to see his reaction since 41 had such a.. memorable one XD i love them dearly. i want them to lose their shit and be down bad for a man they never met lol 41 had not even had an inkling of kdj's existence before yet fainted at what. happiness?? lol. and imagining 0 who knows kdj and has been getting help from dkos seeing his face and talking to him makes me scream

oh. ohhh man yeah ive thought about it although very briefly cuz with the way the 0 storyline is structured leaves a lot of room for imagination but also makes it clear that kdj cannot descend. but let's just say it's not the case, how it would go. maybe they'd meet during constellation banquet. yjh would be invited as seoul's representative, although he has (maybe) no story to inherit and no regression restrains at the time.

in walks kdj. yjh notices. hes rather young and much inexperienced, not exactly hardened by regression depression and still has that light-in-his-eyes so to speak. for yjh I'd say the first meeting would be bordering cute-awkward angle. this is still the guy who was paying for their private midday tryst all the time btw (yes. even during 0th turn) surely there must've been a few dms outside the context of scenario revelations that the two of them shared

for kdj, on the other hand, he'd feel probably sad, maybe even silently cry a little. he misses his own yjh and his own companions too. while 49 was busy having existential dread, 51 was having the time of his life with 0 after all. he succeeded in making him happy regardless where that happiness lead him.

gonna be talking abt side story now

oh 41yjh is still so... the human personification of "the tip of the iceberg" we know nothing about that guy. kdj knows nothing about him. hsy has no idea who he is. kdjs narration about him is both at fault and not at fault at the same time. cuz the og 41st turn isnt even written in twsa to begin with. nor is the 40th turn written either. kdj saw the one short paragraph of 41yjh shutting off his heart during that turn and using his companions for his benefit and ran with it and you cant even blame him cuz thats the only thing tls123 wrote of that turn. hsy mentions at some point during the epilogue that she and yjh (1863rd turn) did talk about events of his past regressions so twsa is not all "hsy's imagination" and yjh also mentions to biyoo that he doesnt remember the 41st turn so what if it was 1863yjh the one who told hsy that exact paragraph?? thoughts like these keep me up at night

and contrary to kdj's narration and lhh's fears, 41 isnt actually a monstrous existence. he cares for people and helps them. he loves people and people love him in return just as much. he is confused this time around though I'll give him that much. there are strange people around him. people who know him and the scenarios. people who keep mentioning this guy named kim dokja so much even he gets curious about him. most importantly his "archenemy" of the previous round is *gasps* not evil anymore. he knows something is going on just is far away from finding out what exactly.

[aprillikesthings]

I have the house to myself because people are at a sportsball party

So what else would I do but keep watching spop amiright

s1 ep8 lez go

YES IT'S PRINCESS PROM AHAHAHAH

Oh, that explains why (in a muuuuuuch later episode) there's that little ideal future and they're at Scorpia's ball (iirc)

Catra: I NEED TO BE IN CHARGE Scorpia: party!

Poor Scorpia

Catra: giving a passionate-if-faked pep talk to Scorpia (like I get she's manipulating Scorpia here into going to the party, but it's still the kind of thing Scorpia should hear!) Also Catra: still real mad about Adora!!!

I cackled, y'all. CACKLED.

I mean she's...not wrong...

Okay I know it's just how this kind of show works and isn't important but it implies the Ball is known about for years in advance, but the invites only actually go out like a day or two before?? IRL that would be such a disaster because they don't even know the theme until they get the invite. The sheer amount of logistics/planning attending something like this, including the outfits...

This was intended to be Lolita fashion and you can't convince me otherwise

Also CATRA. They intentionally made her look so, so gay and hot.

Same, Catra. Same.

Adora (to the weapons-check person): be careful with it, don't lean it on something with the other swords or it might get confused!!!

Poor Adora. I suppose if I had an object that made me both popular and nearly invincible I'd be upset and worried to be separated from it, too.

It's Molly and Nate!!!

🎶Just like the viiiiine🎵

I love that we know these characters enough that they can just say a couple of lines here and imply a ton more. Anyway Mermista's outfit is great.

This is literally their entire dynamic. They're clearly together, Sea Hawk is loud about it, Mermista is (mostly) pretending to hate it.

Sorry this is shot is just great

Glimmer's jealousy (over Bow coming to the ball with Perfuma) is SO ANNOYING and I know that's on purpose but boy do I hate most "jealousy makes them obnoxious" plots

ANYWAY one small note: you can tell their budget for this episode is just not very high, because the characters in the background are so often not moving or only moving like one thing.

Oh hey, Netossa and Spinerella! (...and Molly again lol)

"Bow isn't the type to just leave his old friends behind, and neither am--" *Scorpia and Catra walk in*

DIDN'T THINK YOU'D SEE HER HERE, HUH, DIDJA

I can't screenshot this bit but it's so good:

Catra, in her most fake-gentleman voice: I love rules and obey them all the time Adora in the most high-pitched voice possible: YOU DO NOOOOT

🎶Every move you make And every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you🎵

...I'm showing my age again. But also I'm looking at the lyrics and ngl they nearly all fit. If I knew how to make fanvids, I could make a vid that like ten people would watch.

Instead I'm working on a fic like ten people will read, heyoooo

*cries*

BACK TO THE GAYS PRINCESS PROM

is there crack-y pwp of this please say yes

Once again reminded of that fanvid of every time they say each other's names in the first two seasons

Literally cannot see Adora opening that without the "bah-dm tsh!" sound affect in my head from watching that video so many fucking times

Bow is so delightfully emotionally intelligent

Entrapta: have you met my new assistant? She brought snacks.

When Entrapta said "assistant" Catra's ears literally did a wiggle. Oh my gooooood

"she stole my food and asked me to spy on people with her,

lolol

once again whether the sword is actually sharp-edged or not is entirely dependent on plot

Scorpia is unreasonably hot sometimes

im gonna chew my fingers off ghgha;lksdhka;

I remember the screenshots/gifs of this scene hitting tumblr--that moment when every hopeful sapphic fan watching the show when it released went OKAY WAIT we're not making shit up this time are we??? ARE WE???

Also at least one person working on this show likes period dramas where tons of emotional plot happens during extremely formal dances where everyone is barely touching

there's nearly a billion gifs of that scene from one of the versions of Pride and Prejudice, but also:

once again proving my advanced age, this movie came out when I was 17 and side note I'm the same age as Claire Danes, anyhoodle

Has Adora been dancing Lead this whole time

HNNNNGNGHGHGHHHHHH IT'S SO GOOD

EXTREMELY UNDIGNIFIED NOISES Adora literally has one thigh between Catra's gghngng

i want to EAT IT

I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT FOR THIS POST LOLOL i don't wanna cut any out imma post this and then reblog it

[alexanderflowerbird]

DAY 6 AND 7

Well, fuck. Am I right? Yesterday I didn't get much of anything done because well... the election was a horrific revelation on many fronts, and I couldn't think of much of anything but the very real and frightening future. It's difficult for me to get into a state of mind for creativity and other worlds when I'm so upset about what's happening in this one, but I'm not going to let what's happening completely stop me, you know? None of us should.

If you're another creative and you're seeing this, I'd like to invite you to reach out. I want to become closer with other creatives, to know your projects, to encourage your creations and most of all, to be there on days where things are so bad you're not sure what the point of any of the work you do is anyway. I think we need each other for that, and something I'm known for by my creative friends is being an excellent, attentive and caring cheerleader. I want to see your work, and not in that hokey, I'm posting this to encourage you and you'll never see my username again sort of way. If you need someone to hold you tight and believe in your creations right now, message me. I'll add you on discord, I'll give you my number, I'll show up, because that's what I know I can do.

Where I'm at right now I am extremely, terrifyingly alone. I live in a red state and work in one of the most overtly conservative chain stores in the country. I have blue hair and a septum piercing, I am queer and biracial and non binary and I breathe those realities into every space I enter, unwilling to be mistaken for anything but what I am. The day after the election? I could sense the way people looked at me more than I have before, the desire to do away with me, to harm me, to force me to be afraid. Now, I'm tough as nails, so I endured it, even while counting my breaths and hearing ringing in my ears, but my loneliness, which for some time has been a simple matter of fact is now a liability to my safety.

I am going to involve myself more actively in the communities I can participate in here where I live, because my being alone is within my control, but in online spaces, I'm not interested in the trite platitudes of passing posts around about not giving up. I want to connect with others, know them, support them, and have a relationship where each day we both know we have to keep living and creating together. So with the utmost seriousness, if you need me, I am here. I need you, and your work, so don't give up and I won't either. If you need someone in your corner to make sure you don't give up, I'm here, just get in my DMs. I have two excerpts for you today, even though my writing this evening is dedicated to roleplaying with my husband for a bit of a distraction. ZephriJane cures all wounds for me lol, so while I'm not writing my work, I'm writing, and that feels like a step in the right direction. Here's some excerpts though from my head-start pile. The first one is a continuation of a scene from the beginnings of Blood Sun Territory where Malachi pins down and gently manipulates his ex wife's brother into telling him where's she gone off to. The second one is New Faith, in which Vincente and Mercutio are right at the threshold of exposing themselves to the destruction of their town and Vanessa's fully possessed state. The neighbours are gathering for a party, but it's not the sort of party you'd want to be invited to. Taglist: @tragedycoded @badscientist @theskeletonprior If you'd like to be on my taglist, please interact with this post.

“You ever heard of the Blood Sun Territory, down south?” Malachi frowns- he hasn’t heard of anything like that and there’s a sinking in his stomach about Felina and Mercedes being in a place with such an ominous name. Should he have heard about it? He’d given up on the news about three years into his time in prison— watching the world go on without him had been a sort of depressing that had him existential about his place in the world so he’d chosen to limit his exposure to such things, only catching snippets of what went on beyond the prison walls through the conversations of other men around him. 

“No? Where south?” He asks. 

“Shit, you’re behind. It’s one of them analogous places been poppin’ up all over the place. There’s one out up north in Washington, right on the coast and into the ocean, one of ‘em in Tennessee I hear is the scariest shit of all, it’s been sanctioned off by the feds. Blood Sun’s in Texas, right next to the border with Louisian’.” Malachi tilts his head, confused. 

“Analogous places?” He repeats back. 

“Analogous, yeah, ya know, fucking weird!” Esteban insists, waving his fingers in a way that communicates ‘spooky’. What does he mean weird? Malachi realizes he means anomalous, but doesn’t bother to correct him. 

“Mercedes moved out there cuz the land was cheap as, well, dirt. Once shit started turning odd and weird plants and shit started growing and the animals were growing extra limbs and shit? Most people got up outta there. Texas don’t give a fuck about the scientific value of it or whatever, governer’s been insisting that the land belongs to the people who bought it and the government sets one toe in that place we’re gonna have another civil war. She got somethin’ like twenty acres out there, keepin’ horses and shit.” The terrorizing imagining of Mercedes regarding him icily while petting a horse returns to Malachi, though he has no idea what the land around her must actually look like. He’d imagined the desert, mesas and orange sand and endless sky, but well… if it’s close to the border with Louisiana, won’t it be green? He doesn’t know and that adds to his dread. 

“You don’t go out there to see them?” 

“Fuck no, are you kidding? There’s all kinds of fucking crazy rumors about places like that. The analogous places, man, they got stories you wouldn’t believe and everybody and their momma has theories about it. Aliens, ghosts, feds doin’ experiments, all the shit you ain’t s’posed to think is fucking real. I get letters from Felina and that’s good enough for me, man. Two or three a month, and she hasn’t said nothing strange, but I know it’s strange and I’m not going down there to find out what kind of strange unless she asks me. And you shouldn’t either. You could die out there, man.” Esteban says seriously. Malachi keeps the reality that he could die anywhere behind his teeth. He can at least see why Felina would consider such a place… they’d talked about owning their own land, raising a family where they had something to pass on to their kids and their kid’s kids. Felina didn’t like for anyone to know it, but when they were alone in bed, holding hands and sharing cigarettes, she’d talk about deep things like legacy and family and loyalty… Malachi had been entranced by her in that way, adored her mind and aspirations. Even when he’d stopped wanting to have sex with her he’d wanted that life with her. He’d have signed the papers, built the farm, learned to raise animals and quietly snuck out every couple of nights to meet with similar minded men at the local bar, if things had gone the way he’d hoped. They hadn’t though, not at all. The fact that it’s dangerous and strange must be the part that makes her seem like she went off course because Malachi went to jail, but if he’s honest at least with himself? That sounds like Felina too. She’s tough as nails, isn’t scared of fuck all, and more than that ten years ago she might have thought of the strangeness, whatever it is, as an adventure waiting for her and her baby girl rather than weighing the actual risks. They both hadn’t really been ready to be parents at twenty two and three. They’d loved Mercedes enough to die for her from the moment she came into the world but loving their baby didn’t make either of them smart or risk avoidant. 

“You got any of those letters I can borrow? The envelope at least, with an address?” Esteban looks at him like he’s fucking lost it. He can understand; Esteban’s always played it safe in every way. He’d abandoned Malachi at one point because they’d gone to a party at the Kesler’s ranch to hit on girls and drink beer and one of them had brought out a ouija board. He hadn’t given a shit that Malachi was fifteen and couldn’t drive yet, that they were miles away from home and he was well into his cups. As soon as he saw that board and started getting coaxed to take a turn with the planchette he crushed his beer can, grabbed his keys and bailed like if he stayed one moment more he’d be damned to hell for real.

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“What the fuck?” Mercutio snaps his head to look at Vincente because he was thinking the exact same thing, but Vincente said it out loud. Vincente, who never swears, who is never so rattled or baffled by the nature of evil as to use impure speech against it. He said fuck. They’re definitely dying tonight. The two people shaking each other in the street are now holding each other by their throats, shaking each other hard, still bafflingly on beat. Mercutio swallows when he watches them, their heads snapping back, their arms flexed hard in this strange, misplaced act of violence. It reminds him of Dorrance, and the words he’d said while he was squeezing with all of his strength around Mercutio’s own throat. 

“I think it’s the thrall,” Mercutio says, even though he feels like he’s talking out of his ass. “Vanessa is the focal point… it’s like Jennifer… something happens, I guess, that makes everyone come around, it gets weird like this, and then they’re possessed enmasse.” Vincente glares ahead, watching as a group of teenagers come around the corner on skateboards and bikes, dead eyed with wide smiles, abandoning their childhood vehicles near the Dowagers’ fence to enter the quickly overrun yard. 

“And when… the thing, whatever it is happens… They’re going to eat her?” Vincente asks, and Mercutio almost wants to shrink away from the responsibility of confirming or denying such an outcome. 

“Maybe.” He decides to say, because he isn’t entirely sure, but it feels too likely to deny, especially when a denial might give Vincente hope he definitely shouldn’t have. He hasn’t seen her yet. He doesn’t know how bad Vanessa’s body has been damaged by the demon’s presence and aspirations for pregnancy. How its depraved misunderstanding about how babies are made, how they are born, has dealt Vanessa an injury that she should already be dead from. It will be devastating enough for Vincente to see her, to see her insides on the outside, to look at her and know that the woman he loved like a sister is gone… hope dashed on top of that is too much. 

“We’re going in there.” Vincente says and Mercutio sighs, resigned. “Sure. They’re not hostile, not right now anyway. Vanessa… whatever’s inside of Vanessa now isn’t going to turn all of these people on us when we could be more vessels for the demons coming up through whatever this dark-sided shit is. She said as much to me and Derek, that we’d be back.” 

“Why dancing? Why a house party?” Vincente asks aloud. 

“Shit man, I don’t fucking know. These demons, they’re different I guess. Maybe they’re from some special secret circle of hell we’ve never had the displeasure of meeting demons from where all they wanna do is party like it’s 1999. When Dorrance attacked me, he wanted to know what kissing was like, how to do it. Ms.Dorothy’s demon wanted to be her. None of it makes sense. Demons don’t want to be us, they think we’re trash, God’s worst idea, should’ve been left on the cutting room floor.” 

“Perhaps their opinions have changed.” Vincente guesses. 

“Yeah, maybe, but that’s a pretty big fucking paradigm shift after fucking eons of trying to fuck us up and get us to fuck each other up.” Mercutio does sink into the chair when Vincente urges the car to move closer to the house, his instinctual desire to hide himself from the radiating pulses of pain in his tattoos ruling him as they parallel park just beyond the house’s yard. He flinches and gasps when a hand smacks against the window and the face of Mitchell Coreworth appears through the glass, eyes dark and teeth chattering. His salt and pepper mustache has blood mixed in its bristly edges and his skin is jaundiced, made worse by the street lamp above them. Mercutio leans towards Vincente’s side of the car as Mitchell looks in on them and then around the car’s interior, blood and drool spooling down his chin. Mercutio suspects he’s bitten his tongue or broken some of his teeth somehow… his perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth gleam a little in the light when he decides to speak. 

“Nice…Car…Fellas…” He says, words muted by the windowpane. It’s another mimicry; Coreworth is a car enthusiast and has always been jealous of Vincente’s thunderbird. Mercutio recalls when they’d first moved into this neighborhood and Mitchell had noticed them, been neighborly and stuck around just so he could worm his way into asking Vincente if he could buy the car off of him. When the answer was a resounding no, he’d still come around to ask about parts, upkeep, upholstery. He had a friendship with Vincente that was purely car focused, and Vincente, gracious as Jesus calls him to be, was tolerant of the visits and questions and endless elderly, over-wrought suggestions. Coreworth bangs his hand on the hood twice, an imitation of a fond gesture for a beautiful animal if not for the way it sounds like he’s trying to dent the roof with his fist. He leans up again and wanders towards the Dowagers and Mercutio shudders out a breath. “There’s a huge area of effect. There’s no way all of these people have interacted personally with Vanessa, especially when she and Marcus had been staying home to take care of Kelly.” Mercutio says when he can manage to find his voice. “With Jennifer people had come by to see how she was, they were tight knit, and the priests were there to help her when they realized what she was experiencing was a possession. This is something else, more effective than the first couple runs I’m guessing. Vanessa’s some sort of beacon, opening people up to possession and wants the hook’s in, she’s reeling them all here.” 

“Why aren’t we being reeled in?” Vincente asks after a moment. 

“Who says we aren’t? Just because we’re following our usual motivations to show up doesn’t mean we’re not being affected and drawn in. What I’m confused about is how are we not being puppeted by fucking demons ourselves at this point.” 

“Would we know? The priest from Jennifer’s case didn’t realize.” 

“I mean he was hearing voices, he should’ve clocked it. Have you been hearing voices?” “No. Have you?” 

“Not any unusual ones.” Mercutio tries to joke. Vincente glares at him, and he holds his hands up. “No, I haven’t been hearing voices, alright?” Vincente frowns even more at him, but carries on.

“Perhaps certain people are immune.” Mercutio shrugs, returning his attention to the house, the people in the yard and on the sidewalk just outside. Some of them have started stripping off their clothes. Mrs.Lennox, a retired teacher from two blocks down with a notorious habit of considering herself the neighborhood watch expert, is shrieking with laughter while pulling and twisting the nipples of Jacob Mottimor, a round, bulky man who always has a story about the good old days when he was almost a football star. He is laughing too, even though the way she’s yanking on him makes Mercutio wince with the desire to protect his own chest. 

“If that’s the case, it’s rare… I haven’t read anything about people making it out of the towns that have been affected to tell what happened, how they survived it. We should look anyway, dig deep for people who were front and center to this shit, but as far as I can tell? Something happens and everyone’s done for. Which is why we shouldn’t be here.” He points out, even though it’s not going to change Vincente’s mind about this ridiculous, suicidal plan. He looks over at Vincente, and sees he is thumbing the cross around his throat. Mercutio resists the urge to roll his eyes– Vincente must be thinking that maybe it’s God that is protecting them, which is stupid even if the fact that they’re alive after all they’ve been through would suggest that someone somewhere is looking out for them and keeping them from whatever comes after death. 

[the-demoness-next-door]

toyhouse art for invite code trades

do people advertise this here? idk. ive got 116 unused toyhouse invite codes as of posting this so im doing art for invite code trades. ive got literally no use for these lil doods so im putting them to use.

just dm me with what kinda image you wanna draw (or just the image idc) and i'll give you the code when you send me the pic. if you go above n beyond w your pic i'll send you multiple codes that you can give out to your friends for funzies because i have so gd many to spare. you can find all my characters here just draw whoever you want i have no preference

this is open until i run out of codes so like. no rush lmao

i will try to remember to update this with how many codes are remaining at any given time? but i might forget lol

codes available: 173

(last updated november 1 2024)

[baby-alien11]

Like in the movie (2)

lewistanofficial started to follow you

To say you were surprised when that notification light your phone, was nothing, I mean, you only gave him your first name

How on earth he found your instagram account from one day to another?

"Nugget", you called your little corgie, causing her to look at you, "Did you gave him my instagram user?"

In response, Nugget only lightly barked before returning her attention to her toys, making you laugh slightly before giving your complete attention to the TV in the hotel room to continue watching the movie that was currently on

Until your phone light up again, this time with a dm

lewistanofficial: Hey, I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I found you on instagram

ynusser: Hi Lewis, it's actually more surprising than weird

lewistanofficial: So you are comfortable with this, right?

ynusser: I mean, yeah, you are really nice

lewistanofficial: Well, I'm glad I make a good first impression

ynusser: I give it an seven point five out of ten

lewistanofficial: I'll work to reach to ten

ynusser: lol

That chat wasn't the last the two of you had, because for the next few days you countinue to text each other when he wasn't filming or you weren't working online, even having some videocalls in ocassions

All that communications ended with Lewis inviting you to go on a date which you accepted, and knowing he will take you to a restaurant, you choose to wear a short lantern sleeve dress with floral print in neutral colors with nude chunky heel sandals along with your Y/H/C loose with small waves, adorned with some necklaces, bracelets and rings

Recibing a text saying that he was at the lobby of your hotel, you took your face mask and your purse, looking at Nugget who was in your bed, making sure she had enough food and water while you weren't there

"Little Nugget, have fun, don't destroy anything because you are going to pay it, drink water, eat your food, and do your things in the papers in the bathroom", you instructed Nugget who only watched you with attention, "You have all your toys and a marathon of Bluey on the TV, so have fun and be nice, love you"

Glancing another look at your dog, you closed the door making sure that you had the access card to walk in the corridor to the elevator

During the whole elevator ride, you worked on controlling your nerves and making sure that you looked good and nothing were wrong with your whole look

Fortunately, when the elevator finally reached the lobby, you put a calmed expression in your face to walk in direction to the lobby, noticing how Lewis was standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of white and pink tulips in his hands

"Hey, Lewis", you greeted with a smile

"Hi, Y/N", Lewis responded, "You look beautiful"

"Thanks, you also look good"

"This are for you", Lewis said handing you the bouquet

"They are beautiful, thanks", you smiled recieving the flowers

"So, ready to go?"

"Absolutely"

During the car trip to the restaurant, you to sing-along the songs that played in the radio and laughing at both of your impressions of the artists

When you arrived to the restaurant, you were guided to the table that Lewis reserved for both of you, which was in a corner so you could have a little bit of privacy

After ordering your meals along with some white wine, both of you started to talk

"How is filming going?", you asked while the waitress served the wine

"Pretty great, we started filming like a week ago, before that we had fight trainning and costumes fittings", Lewis explain, "How's the business?"

"It's been good, I have a few orders to ship, well, my mom because she is the one who is in charge while I'm away"

"So, is kinda like a family business?"

"Something like that", you laughed, "I'm the head of the business and all, my mom helps me with the packaging, the two knuckleheads I have for brothers are the ones who help with the new products, and my dad takes me to the post office to deliever the packages"

"That sounds like a family business"

"I realized that while I was saying it"

After that sentence, you both laughed for a few minutes until your dishes arrived

"I propose a toast, for our pets who ran away and found each other", Lewis said lifting his cup of wine, "Thanks to them this is happening"

"For Nugget and Bear"

"For Bear and Nugget"

During the rest of the dinner the two of you continue to know more about each other while also sharing some funny stories about themselves or their families

It wasn't until they realised that the restaurant was about to close, that both of you decided to leave the restaurant to walk around a park nearby

"The food was really good", you commented while walking

"Before coming here I researched for the best restaurants", Lewis explained, "This was the number one"

"It earned that position"

"So, when do you go back to L.A.?"

"My flight is programmed to this sunday, basically in three days"

"In that case, I'd like you to visit the set one of these days"

Hearing that, you stopped walking to watch him in shock causing him to look at you with fun because of your face

"You're kidding"

"I am not", Lewis laughed, "I'm being completely serious, I already talk with the producers and they say they are fine, so, what do you say?"

"Lew, while I'm honored that you trust me enough to go to the set, as a fan of the books I prefer to see everything when the season is on Netflix"

"There's a way that I could possibly convince you to go?"

Lewis asked while getting close to you, making you lift your head due to the height diference

"No way, but you can try"

Looking between your eyes and lips, Lewis took one of your cheeks pulling you towards him, and you didn't stop him

Until your lips connected

That kiss felt like fireworks exploding around both of you, like they were to pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly, it was like it was meant to be

Slowly, when you were out of breath, both of you broke the kiss but your foreheads were still united

"For the record, I'm not longer a seven point five?", Lewis joked refering to the first messages that you shared

"Just shut up", you laughed taking the back of his neck to continue the kiss

I noticed that this is giving romcom movie, and I love it

For visual help, this is the dress and the shoes

[dawneternal]

It's time! Your Secret Santa is sliding into your DMs in search of answers. U up?

Tell me your wishlist, and the elves and I will cook something up in the workshop.

What tropes would you like in your Azris soup? Would you like it sweet, spicy, bitter or hearty? If there's one thing you would love to add, what would it be? Which point of view would you prefer? For supporting characters, who are invited to the table, and who are banned from the restaurant? Do you have a preference: AU or canon? Also please inform staff if you have any allergies!

Lastly, I want to know your fav Azris fics as well as fav moments in the books. Santa's gonna snoop to see if you're naughty or nice...

xoxo 🤫🎅

Omg hi Santa!!

Ahh I'm so excited thank you!

My favorite tropes are like realization of feelings, first kiss vibes but I'm also a sucker for hurt/comfort 🫣 also one bed can never go wrong lol

Opening the table for all of the characters because I think it's really interesting/fun to see what they think of Eris and Az's relationship! (Even if it causes drama lol)

I'm honestly okay with any pov. I'd probably say canon but I do love a modern AU if you're into that lol

A Court of Shadow and Ash by future hunt is one of my all time favorites 😭 there is absolutely more than that and I'll make you a better list but I'll have to refresh my memory lol

As far as the books I go feral for the high lord's meeting thing especially because Azriel disappeared later??? And the part where Eris is kidnapped in acosf 👀

I hope this has been enough into to give you a direction but also still let you do your own thing!!

[pyaari-naari]

"Tumhe agar kabhi bhi kisi se baat karne ki iccha ho, Mann shant karna ho, my DMs are always open for you!"

- Yeah I would've if I knew how to hold a conversation 🥲

Man these anon asks are so addictive like wdym i can say anything that's in my heart to you without the fear of being judged. LOL i am so up for this. I am sorry already if I spam you through these in the future 😭

Though you could always give a hint if you're getting creeped out by this. No intention of making you feel uncomfortable.

Think of me as your guardian angel who's here to uplift you whenever you feel gloomy.

Sending you love, Tumhara Anon.

LOLOLOL

If you can't hold a conversation, don't worry! We'll be little doodle buns who can hold hands!

Oi !! You can say anything here and I won't judge you! If you ever want to tell me something BUT don't want the public to know, just drop a little "(hush hush secret 🤫)" in that and that one ask will be between us pinky promise!

And spam me how many ever asks you want to and I'll answer all of them pakka!!

And why would I feel creeped when you're literally like a guardian angel and wishes well for me? You're fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine.

But remember, the invite always stands. You can text me whenever you feel low and need someone to listen to your rants!

Sending lots of love back to you, Pyaari Naari.

<3

[glitchyk]

I'm too lazy to post this, and idk where to send it since I'm not in the discord, but here's a screenshot edit I did for the undertale sona au>:))

Ps, if u wanna invite me so the server just dm me, and I'll give you my discord user:3

Aaaaaa look at it! Looks awesome Kade!

You guys making all this cool digital art makes me really wanna try despite being crap at digital art lol, it’s really motivating!

[kingshimura4872]

Shorts with Shimura

A/N: Howdy howdy chitlins. How are we doing this fine Evening/Morning/Night? I hope all of you are drinking plenty of water and eating an adequate amount of food for the party in your tummy. (It'sareferencesomeonepleaselaugh)

So, funny story ^^;....I haven't really gotten the motivation to work on a part three/four (I'm so deadass rn, I don't even remember lmao)

B U T

I do have a load of other one shots to share with the world bc my cringe has to go somewhere lol.

So without further ado, feed my children.

Oh and smth else, for those of you that reblogged some of my things, either ask me first, give credit, or just don't please <3

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Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x GN? Reader (They kinda get called both him and her, idk)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: American Stereotyping and slander (I hate it here so I might as well take out my anger on a made of character), Barris being a creep, somewhat quick mention of being touched in an unwanted sexual or insinuating way, brief descriptions of stripping clothing at the end (It's not smut don't even try), different languages (Just Japanese and I had to use google translate instead of my yandex translator bc it would only give me kanji and fsr I REALLY didn't want kanji idk), petplay if you squint rlly hard?, Some dark themes so just don't let it get up ur ass if I ruin your mood lmao

Think that's it, if I missed anything, shoot me a comment or dm and I'll do my best to fix it asap.

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“And what makes me think you’d pose a threat? I don’t think you’re in the right place to be making demands.” 

Shigaraki sat unphased. His blood red eyes bored into the skull of a new pompous problem. The bastard, while annoying as all hell, was a somewhat important asset to his current objective. He’d already become the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front, but now he wanted to move international. So here stood his next step. The leader of a quite well known villain organization from the United States in North America. He knew that if he could get this man on his side, he’d have no problem getting the two other countries that sat on the continent as well. But for the love of God, were these Americans so full of it. He’d barely gotten a proper word in comparison to the other male, who’d been talking almost the entire time. Americans sure knew how to run their mouths like they owned the world. 

   “Well, I am the one that invited you here. And right under the authorities' noses at that. No one knows you’re here and we could so easily change that fact if you wish to keep rubbing your nose in what you have no business knowing.” The scarred individual finally sighed, standing up from his chair. This empty ‘office’ room was quite stuffy, most likely from the pure stench this American was exuding. Americans should learn to properly bathe themselves before getting on such a high horse. He thought to himself, walking around the chair and leaning an elbow on the back of it. 

   “I personally have a trained hitman at my beck and call, ready to do whatever I order it to. Where’s your protection, Mr. American?” A smug grin spread across his face as the American man became very easily irate.

   “I have plenty of protection, guns cocked and ready to blaze if you so much as let a hair fall out of place!” He spat, actual saliva flying around and landing on various surfaces. Shigaraki tsked at the man for getting so angered at a simple pointer, almost as if he was scolding a child. 

   “This is tiresome back and forth with you, Mr. Barris. We can either talk out our reasoning for being here in the first place like adults, or I can order my soldiers to kill you before any of them have time to take the safety off their weapons.” Shigaraki scoffed, getting increasingly impatient. Both men quickly changed their tune, Shigaraki sitting back down and the American pulling out a file from his briefcase.

   “What do you want in this exchange, Mr. Shigaraki?” The American spoke first, crossing his arms.

   “I simply want everything you and your group’s services can offer. I’m not a fan of only leading Japan anymore. I wish to move elsewhere and if you and I can work out a deal, I’ll have less of a headache getting others to agree. You do have quite the influence afterall.”

This seemed to mull over well with the man as a smug expression was now plastered all over his sweaty face. 

   “I do indeed, don’t I?” Shigaraki nodded stiffly. He despised stroking people’s egos. It annoyed him to no end, but ever since taking full control of himself and killing All For One himself, he had to pick up the slack his master had originally done. This included finding powerful allies and working towards a stronger army. He bit his tongue in order to not spew something idiotic that would work poorly for him as the American once again began talking about himself and his underground empire. He had a main goal for this new alliance. He understood that Americans were good at three things. Being full of themselves all the time, strong weapons, and drugs. The yakuza group Overhaul had built was good, but it relied on the quirk of an incredibly young girl and once that girl had been taken, he knew they were doomed to fall no matter how that end came. He found the quirk erasing drugs quite interesting and knew if anyone could capitalize on that, it was him. Money was no longer an object and he was willing to throw whatever the stupid American wanted to get his hands on that kind of technology. He wanted it. And when he wanted something, he got it. Every. Single. Time.

   “We’re willing to do just about anything to work around your wants. Name your price, Mr. Barris.” 

   “Straight to the point I see. Your English may be good, but Japanese people are always the same. Never a fan of small talk. What happened to civil liberties? You should get to know me first before tossing money on the table.” Barris laughed out, his posture visibly relaxing. Good. 

   “I apologize.” Shigaraki forced a chuckle. “I simply want to get it out in the air so we can get out of each other’s hair as fast as possible. We’re both very busy men, you know.”

   “Ain’t that the damn truth.” Barris laughed again, slapping his knee in the process. Shigaraki stifled a laugh. They really DO do that.

   “Anyways. Small pleasantries aside. What is it that you’d like to gain from this exchange?”

   “Hm.” Barris looked down at the folder in front of him, opening it and pulling out a few papers. “Well, you did have a good idea with offering money. But we also want numbers of another calibur.”

   “And that’d be?”

   “We want some of those ‘nomus’ y’all have. And people who are good at making more. We’ve seen what those beasts can do, and I think it’d be fun to have a couple of our own. We can use it for testing and such. Along with this.” He slid a small piece of cardstock with something written on it. It was amusing to Shigaraki. It was like those crappy American movies to the T. Sliding the price they wanted over with a piece of paper during an exchange. It was almost humoring. He picked up the cardstock, looking at the price. It was outrageous for what he was getting in return, but he did need this deal.

   “Fine. Would you like it in full?”

   “Not necessary. Take your time with the payment, but I do request we get the entire amount within the next calendar year.”

   “Fair enough.”

The two stood up and shook hands. Barris wasn’t afraid of touching the villain, as he was wearing two fingered gloves. Something someone had to convince him to do during this endeavor. But he wouldn’t disclose that information to anyone. 

   “There is one more thing I’d like to ask of you. It’s more of a personal preference.” Barris dropped, smiling as he sunk his hands into his suit pockets.

   “And what would that be?”

   “I heard from a little bee that you’ve gotten one of mine under your command. I’d like to see them.”

Shigaraki’s eye twitched and he scowled a bit. “And who would this ‘little bee’ happen to be?”

   “No one you need to concern yourself with. I simply want to see if I know them personally. I wasn’t told who they were, but I was told they were American like myself, so I’d like to meet them.” Barris explained.

I’ll kill whoever told this scum about him. Shigaraki told himself as he sighed. He wasn’t really in the position to deny many requests from the man, as he could just as easily take back his agreement to the offer. 

   “Fine. But only for a moment. I like to keep him busy.” He hummed, taking a step back from the table. He brought two fingers to his mouth and whistled rather loudly, Barris tipping his head to the side in confusion. Was this American not human or something? In the blink of an eye, a new figure appeared at the villain’s side, cloaked in a black uniform and kitsune kabuki mask obscuring their face. Two blades clung to their back and strapped to each thigh was an OTs-33 Pernach, most likely already loaded and ready to fire at will. The blades in question were matching Tachi words, jet black and blood red stained leather woven in an intricate pattern on each handle and an antique tsuba created by Sunagawa Masayoshi sat snugly between the razor sharp blades and the handles. 

   “Sir.” You spoke, bowing to Shigaraki. He looked at you blankly.

   “Kneel” Was all he said. And you did without hesitation, kneeling on one knee and a hand lay flat on the cold tile flooring of the room. He reached a hand down, gently grasping your chin and lifting your gaze to meet his. He seemed pleased with himself.

   “Mask.”

Without question, you unclasped the straps that sat on the back of your head with a soft click, pulling your kabuki mask off and giving it to him. “Stand.” You did. Barris met your frame with another mask, this time only covering your nose and mouth, however your neck length hair came with fluffy bangs that covered your eyes well enough.

“Kochira wa Barisudesu. Anata ga tsurete kuru yō ni meiji rareta amerikahitodesu. Anata wa futari tomo amerikahitonanode, kare wa anata ni chokusetsu aitai to omotte imasu. Kare wa anata no koto o shitte iru kamo shirenai to omotte imasu.”

   (This is Barris. The American you were ordered to bring. He wishes to see you in person since you’re both American. Thinks he might know you.)

You nodded and glanced at the man.

   "Kare ga nani o hakidasoutomo, anata wa watashi no monodeari tsuzukeru deshou. Kare wa kimochi waruinode, dekirudakehayaku watashi no me kara kiete hoshīdesu. Kare o koko kara tsuredasu tame ni dekiru kagiri no koto o shite kudasai, shikashi oboete oite kudasai..” He grasped your chin again, pulling you a bit closer to him. “Anata wa watashi no monodesu.”

   (You will remain mine, no matter what he spews. He’s disgusting and I want him out of my sight as soon as possible. Do what you can to get him out of here, but remember…. You belong to me.)

You nodded again, and turned to the man.

   “Quite the mouthful he said.” Barris chuckled. “Makes me wonder what he’s saying about me.”

   “Permission to speak freely, sir?” You asked.

   “Granted.” Shigaraki replied.

   “I was only informed that it was you I was ordered with transporting here. I was wondering who was so important that it required my services.” You hummed, walking around the table.

   “Shigoto o kichinto yareba, go hōbi o ageru yo, kitsune.” Shigaraki added, walking around the other side of the table to leave the room.

   “Hai.” 

When he shut the door behind him, Barris wasted no time, putting his hands on your body. You wanted to slither away from his grimey touch, but you knew this was the best way to get him where you both wanted him.

   “I heard you were one of mine, and I just had to see if I knew you personally, doll.” He remarked, one of his hands sliding down your side and resting just above your hip. You did your best to hide a grimace, hoping it didn’t show through the mask as you slowly snaked your hands up his arms.

   “I don’t think I worked for you, Mr. Barris. I would definitely remember working for a man such as yourself.” You sang, twirling yourself out of his grasp and slipping onto the table. You crossed a leg over the other and sat your hands on the edges of the table for support. You looked open, inviting, weak. And that was exactly what you were aiming for. Men like him loved weak people. They loved preying on anyone they perceived as having weak minds and melding them to bend at their will. You were all too familiar with his kind. It sickened you that he thought you’d break so easily. You devoted your life to one man and one man only. And no scum like this was going to make you so much as blink in the other direction. 

   “Is that so? And what kind of man do you take me for?” He grinned. You were stroking his ego more by the second. 

   “Powerful. Commanding. A man who knows what he wants and how to get it.” A man who wouldn’t know left from right if it was tattooed on his hands. You thought.

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You shut the door to the unmarked black car as the window rolled down.

   “I do look forward to working with you, doll.” Barris smiled, taking your hand and kissing it slowly. You smiled sweetly to him under the mask, knowing he could see it. 

   “As do I, Mr. Barris. Nice to have another American around.”

He let out a hearty laugh, letting your hand go and glancing at Shigaraki who’d been standing a bit behind you.

   “I look forward to business, Mr. Shigaraki.” 

   “Mm. Likewise.” They both nodded to each other and shook hands before you waved lightly to the driver. The window rolled back up as the vehicle drove off. Your smile stayed only until the car turned a corner, to which you immediately grimaced openly. Shigaraki took you back inside to a different room - his private quarters in this particular building - and grabbed a few alcohol wipes for you. You quickly took one and rubbed it against both your hands, taking time to wipe every inch of the uniform he’d laid his grimy hands on.

   “I take it, your…talk with him, went well then?” The man asked, leaning against a small table near the corner of the room.

   “Ugh, he was putrid. I could practically TASTE how bad he smelled. Can’t believe I was born in the same place as him.” You keened. Your body shivered at the mere thought of him touching you again and you quickly rid yourself of your accessories. You placed them on one of the shelves the room had and huffed.

   “We should bathe you. Who knows what kind of germs he had.” Shigaraki jested, but you quickly took the invite, shedding your clothing one piece at a time. He was a bit surprised at your eagerness, but went with it nonetheless, guiding you to the bathroom and starting the water.

   “Ugh, I forgot how touchy Americans are. Here, you wouldn’t even think to touch a stranger so nonchalantly. 

He fixed the temperature, shedding his own garments and helping you with what you had left.

   “And to think, we have to work with him now, it disgusts me. He was so full of himself, I thought he might explode from how big his head was.” 

You continued to rant as you brainlessly followed your leader’s movements into the now full tub of hot water. The second you were seated on top of him, you were pulled back to the present.

   “Oh. You didn’t have to waste your time getting in with me.” You said in a quieter tone.

   “Eh. Two birds with one stone. I had to touch him too, not sure if whatever he has can spread from the contact area.” He joked. You couldn’t hold yourself back from a small laugh, covering your mouth as he pulled your back flat against his chest.