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growling · 2 months ago

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part 4 i promise i will be normal about tribe nine

......If that's Zero's house and bed I'm gonna holler. It will be joever for me and my mental state.

banger theme

BANGER THEME

huh so we're still in Shinagawa.... hmmm......

end of banger theme :((((((

AND they're plaguing him with visions!!!

did they clone her lmao

of course kazuki has a cat pfp

WAIT THAT CAT LOOKS LIKE SCOURGE WARRIOR CATS... Kazuki reads warrior cat..

banger theme

FIRST BANGER THEME IS BACK!!!

Have I said already how much I love this theme.. hehehe ear feel good

YAYYYYY WE LOST :DDD

Well I'm glad they are all being nice to him even if I don't really care about Yo! :3

trash tribe time

thank u manager. everybody say thank u manager

on second thought i dont trust the candy

no zero in sight i am so bored i do not care about any of these people except maybe kazuki

can we kill takinogawa yet

NEVERMIND BANGER THEME IS BACK

Todoroki not very fond of poor people strikes again

the music is suddenly getting good on this part lmao

OH NO THE ANIMAL MASCOT CHARACTER

why does it. kinda sound like zero.

im fucking serious it literally. sounds exactly like zero.

OH THAT IS LITERALLY ZERO DSJHGFDHSKFJHSJAIUS I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I EVER SAID ABOUT THE ANIMAL MASCOT CHARACTER. ITS OK IF ITS ZERO

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY YOU ARE MY ANGELLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stop being rude that's his true form...

and he can cry and be pathetic on command. effervescent

#sillie.

i thinks its cool to have zero be both fucked up and evil final boss type shit and be some sort of guide to Yo. and get sentenced to mascot hell. I'm glad that the people who made this like Zero just as much as I do lmaoooo

we got gamer paradise. now we got capitalism haven

jesus christ sjdhgfjdsfhsjk. Ichinose what have you been doing here !!

I only heard these few lines about Ichinose and the twt info we got on him and I would already die and kill for him. fucked up president of capitalism haven that forces you to give him sweets also he's gay and has huge boobs

Zero is too silly for this world. born to dilly dally. forced to lock in. just play his games already cant you see he's in pain

"oh, boy. Did I overdo it? I didn't mean to scare everyone so much." no Zero don't worry everybody loves your mind lasers

AND he can revive people! he's such a great guy isn't he!!

ever since Zero left once again, I have stopped commentating. My heart has joined the thousand, for my babygirl fucking left.

I accidentially hovered over a timestamp for too long and though I only had but a slight glimpse of the beautiful man, I come to inform all 0 of you that Ichinose is rapidly approaching and shall appear Very Soon.

i don't care for this gacha shit show me ichinose

ill just wait till we meet ichinose and then im ending this part for now

JUST WHEN I SAID IT HE'S HERE. HIIIIIIIIIIIII :3

I have high expectations for you. You will come here, slay tremendously, then leave. Do you understand your position

he's so beautiful. catboy coded. rich fuck looking but also slightly out of place in a good way. i am disturbed by the absence of trans man rack but i shall complete this hole in my heart via drawing it myself next time

and he's an ass <3

HE GOT A DANGANRONPA INTRODUCTION SJDHFKJSFGYJSEKJEH

he also looks tired as hell... the eye lines.....

call me freddy fazbear the way i. whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore

Zero naptime <33 goodnight king🖤

Ichinose's such a bitch I love it <3 I knew I picked a good url I mean erm I didn't who said that

"Despite I'm [sic] a mild-mannered man," doubt

well. rip in rest hotel manager!

oh nevermind he's a merciful soul <3

nevermind she's dead now. she could have just stayed silent and yet she had the audacity to be mean to my shit cat. mr Number One execute that woman

he's so fucked up. he's so extra. i am in gay, sexual, romantic, platonic, familial, sensual, aesthetic, alterous, evil love .

GUARD SEIZE THAT HARLOT

i just realized the guards have tags on their ears lol

I. LOOOOOOVE Ichinose's poses. slay. slay dude you were so much more than I expected.... you passed.........

I love how he tells them to come to the Plaza "sometime later" and to not take too long or else he's gonna get Angy...... but also doesn't even say at which precise fucking time they should come dkjhdskhgksjd just. use your intuition peasants

alright. that was a MAGNIFICENT slay. I must now depart like I promised. Until next time babes..........

I broke my promise to be normal about tribe nine

oh wait i forgor. tribe nine beta lol

Zero my angel I'd recognize that voice maybe not anywhere but like in some places

"kuronaka got 10 gold" *EAR BLASTING 9 HOUR LONG FANFARE*

hmmmmmmmmmm.. not saying anything but narrowing my eyes thoughtfully

they're trying to fnaf pizzeria simulator my ass, unfortunately for them I am an incredibly clever smart intelligent wise boy (looked at the art on tweeter)

they put kuronaka in the generic rpg torture dungeons💔💔💔 get well soon

shut the fuck up boyyyy look at the claypot. loook at my claypot boy

jesus stop jumpscaring me if i die my grandma will sue

im calling it now. lady goddess is just zero (and if so: gender win)

$laymate

if it does end up being zero it will be so fucking funny. please. let this manifest. me when i put some random dude in the generic rpg torture dungeons and make him look at claypots forever as form of foreplay also i pretend to be a statue

its that blue hair motherfucker from the promos or whatever

this is so fucking funny im tearing up. im tearing up. also they just implied that i was right. this is so fucking funny. vidio game brainwash yaoi. zero you silly man i desire you carnally

"well its not unusual for this man to do this kind of thing" please tell me more about zero's crimes against humanity .

forgot to mention this earlier but of course the protag has amnesia. not a proper kodaka game without an amnesiac protagonist. this is not a complaint

this is so funny. this is so funny.

redguy yellowguy leave that poor fucker alone. blueguy grayguy why are you just staring tell them to leave that poor fucker alone this is probably not how you approach a dude with amnesia who has been stuck in the generic rpg brainwash torture dungeon for an unspecified period of time

3d time. fuck that boy up guards induce a panic attack in this man

and the torture dungeons were just some random medium sized platform..... help me thats so embarrassing for kuronaka!!

"the village you were saying [sic] were all just drawings on the floor and on the walls!" THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING.... KURONAKA THAT'S SO EMBARASSING......

HE WAS 2 FUCKING YEARS STUCK IN THE GAME LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO EMBARASSING FOR HIM

ok. ill stop being mean to him. i promise i will be nice and understanding of his situation from now on. it must be very hard and traumatizing for him.

LMAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING STUPID THIS IS SO FUNNY. FUCKING IDIOT XDDDDDDDDD

also buy him brown contacts pls

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking look at him this shit looks biblical. look at him descending onto the mortals. this is fucking jesus imagery

nice robot hands. they're not attached yet but i will force him to become a cyborg no matter how many limbs i must detach from his body

i am not ready to hit unpause. but also im yearning.

wait look at his hand pose.... awww look at him i want him carnally

alright alright whatever im unpausing.......

so 24 city is just named like that because it's the 24th city and they ran out of ideas

24 city must be a shit place to live in, a strong breeze knocks you over and you fall one kilometer onto the pavement

"... but who would have thought that there is such a surreal area here, designed just like a video game?" zero. zero would have. that man is all about vidio game addiction i called it once and ill call it again

and he called him "the masked man" i fucking cant i need t. i need to take a breather okay i cant take this anymore

zero lore listen closely now this will be on the test (instead of listening starts imagining zero touching me in a bus and gets so hrard ii passkdf uout )

Kuronaka likes tea. +1 for Kuronaka I love tea

Zero the robot enjoyer

alright, Iroha is gonna return Kuronaka's smartphone next time and I'll end it here :] twas a pleasure. transcending experience

#mine #tribe nine watch

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years ago

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What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house reviews #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh hooty #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raeda #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #lumity is canon #what i thought about

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years ago

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Halloween

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: It’s Halloween, and you and Loki are excited to spend it together. Warnings: fluff; slight innuendo A/N: Happy Halloween everybody :) 🎃👻💀

Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiantfavs @lunarmoon8 @twhiddlestonsstuff

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

“I’m sorry, but what did you just say?” you gasped, staring at Loki in disbelief.

“I merely asked what Halloween is.”

“Peter!” you shouted, tossing the box of decorations onto the table. “Emergency meeting!”

You grabbed Loki’s wrist and pulled him over to the couch, though it was mainly just him moving of his own accord because he found your antics rather amusing. He quirked an eyebrow as you started laying out the things in the box. You smacked his hand away when he went to pick up a small sparkly bat figurine, causing him to emit a low chuckle.

“What is it?” Peter asked in a frenzy as he used his socks to slide into the room. “What’s the emergency?”

“Loki doesn’t know what Halloween is,” you solemnly answered.

“But it was practically made for him!”

“I know. That’s why it’s our duty to teach him.”

Loki rolled his eyes a little at the way you were talking about him like he wasn’t in the room. Still though, he found your excitement to be enjoyable, so he let it slide. He hadn’t been on Midgard long in the grand scheme of things; it was a few months shy of being a full year. In that time, he’d befriended you and Peter. You took it upon yourselves to be his guide to all things Midgardian, and you took holidays most seriously of all your customs. Loki had heard of most of the days, but never Halloween. Despite acting so flippant, he was excited to see what it was since the last time you’d said a holiday was made for him he’d discovered April Fool’s Day, one of the best things Earth had to offer, in his opinion.

“Is that ok, Mr. Loki?” Peter checked. “Can we teach you?”

“If you so desire,” Loki replied, trying to mask his interest with nonchalance.

“Thank you! You won’t regret it,” you said, bending over to give Loki a kiss on the cheek.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, and kissed your cheek, too. You squealed a little before settling down as Peter began his explanation. The transition from friendship to dating was very smooth between you and the trickster god. You went from sitting together on the couch to cuddling there, and from walking side by side to holding hands as you went. Honestly, it was so natural that Loki made you pretend you weren’t dating for a day, just so he could ask you out properly. This was, however, the first Midgardian holiday that you’d been an item for.

Over the course of the next week or so, you’d told him all about Halloween, and he was sold on almost everything. Just not the costume part. After all, what was the point of that when he could shape-shift into anything he wanted. Still though, you’d convinced him, and he was bursting with excitement, whether or not he’d admit it.

“And voila!” you said, applying the finishing touches to Loki’s makeup. “All done. What do you think?”

“A wonderful likeness, darling,” he commented, examining himself in the mirror.

After careful consideration on your part, you decided to do a modern style red riding hood and big bad wolf costume with Loki. You’d spent the last hour carefully designing a wolf face on Loki, and you’d gotten him into a stereotypical bad boy outfit, complete with tight pants that gave you nice view of his ass. Over all, you thought he looked rather dashing, in a sinister sort of way. Kind of like when you’d first met him.

“Now for the finishing touch,” you declared, securing the wolf ear headband in his raven black hair.

“And what of your costume?”

You hummed and held up a finger to signal one minute before slipping into your bathroom and putting it on. A pair of jeans, a tee shirt with a full moon, and a short, red cloak. You grabbed the basket you’d be using to collect candy and stepped back out, doing a little twirl for Loki.

“Absolutely stunning,” he praised. “I think I might have to eat you, after all.”

You self-consciously laughed and ran away as he rushed toward you. He scooped you up from behind and deposited you on the bed, where he promptly started tickling you. The two of you were being so loud that you almost didn’t hear Peter knocking on your door. Still giggling, you went over and let him in to your room. He and MJ walked in, dressed as a zombie king and queen of hearts.

“Awwww, Peter,” you gushed, “you look so cute. And MJ, you look amazing. Let me get a photo.”

“But I’m not supposed to be cute,” he pouted as MJ thanked you. “I’m supposed to be spooky.”

“Do not worry, spiderchild,” Loki said. “I think your costume is very scary.”

Peter beamed, even though he knew Loki was probably just saying that to make him feel better. You smiled warmly at Loki, too, reveling in the fact that you were one of the few people he allowed himself to be this soft around. You snapped a picture of Peter and MJ before taking a group selfie. Then, after a quick lecture on safety from Steve, you were on your way. The next two hours of trick-or-treating were filled with laughs and candy before Peter and MJ split off to go to a Halloween party. You and Loki had your own party to attend back at the tower so, after a hitting a few more houses, you headed back.

“I must say, while this was fun and all, I was expecting there to be a few more tricks involved,” Loki confessed.

“Do you want to scare Tony when we get back?” you suggested.

“Of course. You know me so well, darling.”

That was how you ended up hiding behind a corner doing your best to stifle your laughter. You watched as Loki worked his seiðr to make ghostly figures pass by Tony. He kept looking around and at the peak of his freak out, the two of you jumped out from behind him and shouted “boo”. You scared him so much that his suit came and fit itself onto him. Even though you were both in hysterics at the prank, Loki put his body between you and Ironman, just in case the suit fired.

“Haha, very mature,” Tony said as his heart rate slowed and he powered down the suit. “Don’t think I won’t get you back, though.”

“I would absolutely love to see you try, Stark,” Loki quipped in between laughs.

Once you’d settled down and put enough distance between yourselves and the still seething Tony, you headed to the party. As you walked in, you were greeted by the melody of Monster Mash and Thor dressed in Gryffindor robes.

“Enjoying the night, brother?” he boomed over the din. “I don’t suppose you’ve gotten some candy for me?”

“Well, I did work awfully hard to get it,” he said, faking a pensive mood. “I suppose I do have some to spare though, brother.”

Thor thanked Loki as you gave him a knowing look. He’d struggled so much with trying to repair his relationship with Thor when he’d first move to Midgard. You were proud of him for not only fixing things, but making the bond stronger than ever before.

“I know I look amazing, but you are staring, darling,” he teased, before continuing more seriously, “Is something the matter?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. In fact, everything’s perfect. Dance with me?” you asked, changing the subject in the hopes of quelling your emotions. You didn’t want to have an outburst of tears in front of so many people, even if they were happy ones.

You pulled Loki onto the dance floor as Spooky Scary Skeletons started to play. He wasn’t much for drawing attention to himself in crowds, but your joy and energy were contagious, and soon you were the center of the party. Even so, you had eyes only for Loki.

After a little while, you excused yourselves and made your way to your rooms. After changing into your pajamas, you settled down on the couch to watch a scary movie, and you curled into Loki’s side, feeling safe and protected. At the end of the film, you stayed up talking, still too pumped up with adrenaline to go to sleep right away. After a while, Loki carried you off to bed and crawled under the sheets next to you. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, marveling in your beauty in the moonlight.

“Hey, Loki,” you said, your voice already heavy with sleep. He whispered your name in response, and you let out a little sigh when he kissed you again. “I know it’s hardly the holiday for such sentiment, but I love you.”

“I love you, too, my darling. With all my heart.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, this time to the lips. It turned out you wouldn’t be doing much sleeping, after all, and Loki decided this was definitely his new favorite Midgardian holiday.

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purble-turble · 4 years ago

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How badly do you think MK and the crew react once the figure out what that orange diamond in King Red's symbol represents?

They don’t notice for awhile, I think. The design of Red’s crest is definitely not the first thing they are focused on when he first reappears, that’s for sure. Maybe the scenario of a previous ask, when Red leaves a note for MK after returning some of the things his demons stole the letter has the crest on it like a letterhead and that’s when MK finally notices.

MK is sitting down in the noodle shop, taking a break from packing while his friends help him move out of the apartment upstairs. For whatever reason he’s got the letter Red left him in his hands and... ok hang on. This is a great scenario actually and I need to write it for real. It’s going below a cut.. content warning for panic attacks and breathing issues...

MK couldn’t help but fidget in his seat anxiously as he sat at the bar in Pigsy’s shop.

As the others passed by behind him none of them commented on how he had stopped helping bring down boxes from his apartment. He felt bad about it, like he was being lazy or ungrateful by not helping more... but he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to go back up there right now. He didn’t know if he ever would again. His friends seemed to understand and weren’t pushing him. Pigsy had even gone into the kitchen and brought him a bowl of noodles. MK wasn’t hungry... but it was a nice gesture, and having it in front of him made him feel like he was doing something by being at the counter besides just sitting there and avoiding his old apartment.

His thoughts wandered back to what caused this mess... well, the current mess at least. Seemed like his whole life was just one big mess right now... but today’s mess had started this morning when he went upstairs to find what looked like a lynx rummaging through his dresser. After the initial shock wore off he realized this was a demon and they were stealing something from him. They weren’t especially powerful either, so it was easy to pin them down with his staff and interrogate them. Not that he really needed to, because once he got a good look at them he saw the crest on the necklace they were wearing. A flame with horns protruding out the sides... the crest of Demon King Red and his court. He’d seen it enough times now to know it on sight, although he really wished he hadn’t.

This intrusion was definitely startling, and even more so because the lynx didn’t appear to be taking anything of value. They’d had a pair of his socks in their hand when MK caught them. According to the lynx, they were for the mad king himself. He liked to collect things that MK had touched... the thought still made MK’s stomach twist. Red’s obsession with him was already so dangerous and terrifying, so of course he would have his lackey come try and steal something innocuous from him like socks. In any case, MK decided to let the offending demon go, but he had given them a verbal message for Red warning him against stealing any of his stuff. They’d nodded and run off and it seemed like that was the end of it.

Honestly, MK didn’t think much about it the rest of the day after that. It didn’t occur to him what the encounter had meant... what it really meant. He went back to his shift down at the noodle shop and did his best to make it seem like a normal day. He didn’t even tell Pigsy about the lynx demon... he would have just worried. Well... turns out he was right to worry.

When MK had returned that evening, exhausted and looking to collapse on his bed, he was stopped by something else. Between him and his bed was a massive stack of objects on his floor. He only scanned the pile quickly before realizing that all the items were his. Items that he had lost or thought he lost, old drawings he’d thrown away, even some actual trash like candy wrappers were stuffed in there too. Then the note had caught his attention. Perched neatly at the very top was a folded piece of paper, sealed neatly with wax... MK didn’t even remember taking it or opening it, but the contents of the letter were seared into his brain:

My beloved MK, I was devastated to learn my subordinates have been stealing from you without my knowledge. I’ve punished them appropriately; be assured it won’t happen again, my darling. We’ll have a laugh about this once you’re back home. Love, Red

Pigsy had heard MK fall to his knees from downstairs and rushed up to see what was the matter... after the initial shock had passed and he regained the feeling in his legs, Pigsy had ushered MK out of the room. Then he had gone right to work, cursing Red’s name as he started packing for MK because, in his words, his boy was not spending one more flipping night in this place that a demon could just waltz into any time they pleased. The rest of his friends had been called and they started in earnest to move MK out.

They had come up with a plan for him; he was going to rotate nights at Mei’s, Tang’s, and Sandy’s with a few days at Flower Fruit Mountain interspersed between as well. Tang had sat down next to him at one point and ran out a whole schedule and tried to explain how he’d found the most efficient way to make sure he had a safe place to sleep and kept him moving so he couldn’t be pinned down on any given night in case Red came looking... but MK was a little too distracted to pay attention. He was grateful, and he tried to express that, but he just couldn’t listen any more.

Now as he sat at the noodle shop’s bar, one of his hands was wrapped around the side of the bowl in front of him, feeling the contents slowly growing cold, but the other was stuffed in his pocket fidgeting with the piece of paper that had Red’s signature on it.

He couldn’t help but replay the contents in his head over and over again... Red’s demons had been stealing from him. They had been in his apartment, and the pile of his own items that was nearly as tall and as wide as he was painted a pretty good picture of exactly how many times it had happened. That wasn’t even the worst of it, though. The note was definitely the most disturbing thing. It was signed by Red himself... had he been the one to place it there? The thought that Red might have been in his apartment, possibly even while MK was working just downstairs... it was too much. He couldn’t keep packing, he’d had to get out of there.

“Hey kid?”

MK was startled out of his thoughts by a small voice next to his ear. He turned his attention to the tiny ladybug with a monkey tail sitting on his shoulder.

“...you should probably throw that out.” The Monkey King said, his tiny tail flicking down to the boy’s pocket.

MK paused his fidgeting, realizing he’d been subconsciously crinkling the paper with his hand. He nodded silently and pulled the letter out, laying it on the counter in front of him. He gave it one more cursory glance before placing his hand over the text, preparing to crumple up the note. Monkey King was right. He didn’t need to carry around this physical reminder of Red’s obsession with him... better to be rid of it.

Then something caught his eye and he froze.

Lifting a shaky hand away from the paper, MK stared down at it with wide eyes. There, at the top of the letterhead, was the Demon King’s crest as he’d seen it a hundred times before at this point. But this was the first time he was looking... really looking at it, and what he saw made him feel like he’d had a bucket of ice dropped on him.

“Kid? ...Hey, kid, you ok?”

Suddenly he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was getting harder to breathe-

“Kid!!!” The small voice that had been speaking to him was suddenly louder and he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, “What’s wrong? Talk to me, MK! What’s got you freaked out?”

A few other voices approached joining the chorus of concerned questions, but MK’s gaze was still fixed on the crest printed on the paper in front of him. He’d seen this image so many times before but it had never struck him before what exactly it was meant to convey. Until now.

He lifted a shaky finger, pointing to the paper for his surrounding friends. “This...” His finger touched down on the small orange diamond in the very center of the crest, engulfed in the flames. Trapped.

“This is me.” He finished.

There was a moment of silence as they each took a look down at the paper curiously. There were a few protestations and excuses made, trying to offer some comfort in the thought that no that’s probably a coincidence there’s no way it’s on purpose.

No that wasn’t true. MK knew it. That diamond was meant for him... Red was mad but he wasn’t stupid. This crest was just another display of his obsession, his determination to have MK for himself, and he had made it the official symbol of his court. His entire identity, his whole purpose... it was just to capture MK.

Good thing MK hadn’t eaten the noodles because he felt like he was going to be sick.

He continued to stare down at the orange diamond, still struggling to catch his breath as he flirted with the edges of a panic attack, until at last a hand reached forward and snatched up the paper, finally taking it out of his view. Behind him he heard the paper being torn up, and he even started to feel a tiny bit better as he listened to Pigsy mumble curses under his breath as he did away with the offending letter. It was such a Pigsy thing to do that, if he had been capable of it at the moment, he might have even smiled at the gesture. It did help him focus a bit more though; so MK channeled that focus on his breathing, counting his breaths in and out to try and calm down. The last thing he needed was to go into a full meltdown right now. His friends were already working so hard to help him, he didn’t want to add to their burden.

“Alright, the kid’s been here long enough!” Pigsy put a hand under MK’s elbow and led him to stand. “MK, you’re gonna go with Mei back to her place tonight. We’ll finish up here and bring your essentials over in a bit.”

MK nodded. He didn’t trust himself to use words right now. He allowed Mei to lead him towards the door as she hugged his arm to her chest. She was saying something comforting, but MK was still trying to concentrate on regulating his breathing so he didn’t quite catch the words.

“She’s right, kid,” a voice directly next to his ear did manage to grab his attention though. The Monkey King had shrunk down again and taken up his place on MK’s shoulder. The little ladybug continued, “you’re safe now. And I’m gonna stay with you guys tonight too. So don’t worry, okay?”

Don’t worry. MK almost wanted to laugh at the statement. The way this year had gone, the thought of not being worried even for a minute seemed like a fantasy. He didn’t say any of that, though. He just nodded instead, letting his mentor know he’d heard.

Then MK went back to counting his breaths, doing his best to keep it at bay, but the image kept coming to the forefront of his mind... that little orange diamond... surrounded by fire.

#ask #blog #spicynoodleshipping #dark spicynoodles #demon king red #my fanfiction

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59writes · 3 years ago

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THE DRAW (PART ONE)

(PART TWO)

if you’re reading this as like an actual fic: first of all I’m sorry. how did you end up here. it’s most definitely 2 am go to bed. this fic was literally made because of a fucking uquiz about “ what kpop boy are you enemies to lovers with”

second of all, ignore any chess mistakes. idk I know legit fuckall about chess, my brother just always bitches about it whenever I want to stop playing because I just have my king left or smth like that because I know I’ve lost. mf reads chess books.

like look: I UNDERSTAND the game and how it works, and the idea that you have to think ahead and plan. but I’m adhd as shit and there’s no such thing as time or planning. ergo, I suck. like I SUCK. I feel like if I applied myself I’d be great but fuck that. I’m a bad chess player and y’all gotta deal.

third: I mention League Of Legends at one point. I’m so cringe yes shut up ok but I’ve been special interest-ing League for several months now and I need to let you know that Josh, y/n, and Jeonghan play a mean jungler/adc/support combo (respectively). I have so many more headcanons typed in my draft or whatever but I know nobody wants to see it so

anyways pls enjoy this train wreck of a fic lol

If you had known playing chess would have led to this bullshit, you never would have started playing in the first place.

You wouldn’t have worked your ass off, wouldn’t have pored through strategy books and watched live-streamed games, wouldn’t have competed for months to become an official grandmaster. Absolutely not. None of that hard work and pride deserved to be wasted on Yoon Jeonghan.

Thanks to your exceptional academics and study habits, as well as your headlining pursuits in chess, private schools crawled to your front door and begged for you to give them money just so they could brag about having you as arm candy. You didn’t care. It was free scholarships, a chance to leave your tiny town, a chance to start anew with people just like you. If you were lucky, they wouldn’t know your fame status, or would be used to the junk by now. Some would probably be even more popular than you.

So you grabbed a paper, scribbled a signature on, and packed your bags.

You had picked an academy for the arts, as logic games apparently counted as one. They figured they could do something with your whimsical essay writing as well, submit you in scholastic contests. It didn’t matter. You were free, and there to play some goddamn chess.

They had a hardcore club there, meeting daily on weekdays and occasionally for casual play on the weekends. Everyone there was excellent, all clever players with quick logic and a competitive edge that you hadn’t seen in a while. It was refreshing, but still not enough of a challenge.

You swept the floor with your classmates, and rose to the top of the club’s rankings within a week.

Of course you lost games here and there, as everyone did, but for the most part any game you began was imbalanced from the beginning. Your opponent could at best only defend themselves, only able to pick off pawns or bait bishops that inevitably ended in a brutal checkmate.

You were top of the class, and for once it took some effort. You felt like you’d earned something, and you were actually interacting with serious chess players who wanted to learn, not fawn over your work. They played fair and every game was fun.

That was until the blond bitch came in.

He sauntered into the class about a month after you’d hit the top of the leaderboard, long blond hair tied back in a neat and slick ponytail. You barely noticed, immersed in a game with another boy, Joshua. You studied the board as your opponent looked up, grinning wildly.

“Jeonghan!” He called out, waving at the other boy.

Jeonghan’s ponytail whipped across his shoulder as he turned, matching Josh’s smile with a killer beam of his own and jogging over.

“‘Shua!” He chirped, playfully wrapping an arm around Joshua’s neck, strangling him while his other hand smooshed Josh’s hair around.

You watched them wrestle for a second before clearing your throat. “Josh, your move.”

“Aw shit.” Josh says, wrestling Jeonghan’s arm away from his shoulder. “Back to the ass kicking.”

You grin. “If you hadn’t made that dumb move literally third turn in-“

“Hey! We are NOT talking about that!”

You snort and glance at Jeonghan, who’s gone quiet, studying the board. He crouches down and whispers in Josh’s ear, both of them scanning the board. Josh finally nods, pushing one of his pawns forward.

“What was that about, Hong?” You ask, capturing said pawn with a neat L from your knight.

“Nothing.” He replies sweetly, while Jeonghan smirks.

“Sure it wasn’t.”

Josh doesn’t reply. The rest of the game is tensely quiet, interrupted only by Jeonghan murmuring into Joshua’s ear every few minutes, a devil on his shoulder.

But it was fine, you were ahead by a few pieces, your bishops slowly inching towards a checkmate. The next move was it, the game in the bag.

And then your queen is gone.

Jeonghan takes the liberty of removing it from the board with a proud smile while Joshua cackles.

The game doesn’t last much longer, soon the both of you down to just pawns and your king, and then just the kings. A draw.

And let’s be honest here: Joshua kinda sucks at chess.

Josh counted it as a victory, though, hitting Jeonghan with a high five that echoed around the classroom like a firecracker. The boys talked briefly while you set up the board again for the next duo and packed your bag, ready to head to your dorm for a much-needed nap.

You wave to Joshua and turn to go, only making it a few steps before someone grabs your wrist. You whip around, ready to tell them off, only to be met with Jeonghan interrupting whatever swear you were about to say with a sharp smile.

“I’m playing you on Monday.”

He lets go of your wrist and turns around, resuming his talk with Josh as if nothing happened.

Rubbing your wrists ruefully, you headed home.

•••

Of course, his bullshit didn’t stop there.

You did, in fact, play him on Monday. He had you cornered within five minutes.

The next time, in four.

He gathered a crowd a few games in. Every time you’d meet his gaze he’d smirk, eyes brimming with some sort of superiority that made you furious, always endlessly cool and calm. He’d flick his hair over his shoulder every so often, even stopping to talk to spectators while you puzzled over the board, trying to hide your stress.

You were second place by Wednesday.

•••

“You cheated.”

Jeonghan just raises a brow.

“Put the rook back.” You growl, firm.

“Sorry?” He ignores your request, instead poking at one of your previously captured pawns he has resting on the table next to him. “Can you move? I’ve almost got checkmate.”

“My rook, Yoon.” You hold out your hand. “Give it back, or put it back yourself. H6.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you resign? If we were using a timer you’d have been disqualified sometime last week.”

It’s taking every ounce of self control to not slap the living shit out of the smug bastard. “Jeonghan, if you don’t-“

“How’s the game going here?” The chess club leader had made her way to your table, grinning widely upon seeing her favorite students.

Jeonghan smiles kindly at her while you curl in on yourself, trying not to explode. “It’s fine, Ms. Lee. Almost done with this one.”

“Are you missing a piece? Looks like the black rook-“

“Must have fallen off the table.” Jeonghan chirps, ducking under the table and returning with the piece in hand. He sets it with the rest of his captured black army, sending a thumbs up at Ms. Lee. “Thanks for noticing, we don’t need to lose any more pieces.” It’s an innocent sentence, but it makes you turn a boiling red. Lose a piece, my ass.

“Well played, both of you.” She replies, patting Jeonghan on the head fondly before walking off. The blond rolls his eyes, ducking his head so Ms. Lee can’t see.

“Jeonghan, you asshole.” You hiss as soon as Ms. Lee is out of earshot. “I saw you take it out of your pocket, you lying-“

“If you’re not moving, I’m going to.” Jeonghan replies, moving his bishop forward to capture your queen. “Checkmate. Good game.”

You can only gape as he grabs your hand to shake it and walks off, approaching Joshua.

That was when you really knew you hated him.

•••

You studied his games from then on, partially to learn, partially to gather evidence. If he was cheating this consistently with other players, you could definitely get him kicked out of the club and subsequently your life once competition season started, as well as learn and potentially steal his strategies.

Infuriatingly, though, every single game he played besides the hellish ones with you were completely fair. No pieces being slipped into his thin hands when nobody was looking, no clock taps that discreetly took a few seconds from his opponent’s timer. Even with Josh, who he was best buddies with: not even a joking steal or a prank of any kind.

It was just with you.

Every single game you played together, he managed to do something to piss you off, if not blatantly cheat. If it was one of the days you had spectators, his harassment would come in the form of heavy looks and obnoxious “I’m waiting”-esque moves: tapping his nails on the desk, raising a brow, checking his watch.

And if you were alone, you basically had to glue your pieces down to the board to stop them from slipping their way into his pockets. It was obvious when he did it, too, always sending you a smile, too innocent.

It was infuriatingly adorable how proud he was of his nasty behavior. And he was focused too: none of his other opponents got the thought and effort he put into outwitting you and attempting to steal things without you noticing. As much as you hated him, you had to admire it.

Which is why it was so hard to finally draw a line and refuse to play with him anymore.

Though he shrugged when you put your foot down, his dark eyes watched you the rest of that club session. Every time you caught him, he held your gaze for a moment before looking away and resuming cheerfully animated conversation with his opponent.

God, how was he so easily likeable?

He respected your decision, though, and didn’t even attempt to talk to you. It was genuinely polar and strange, and it made you lost in thought as the months passed.

You almost missed the absence of anger, as stupid as it was. School had always been boring and simple, and chess with Jeonghan was the only thing to have made you frustrated in a long time, to have truly challenged you in a long time.

Even when you buckled down on trying to get him out of your head, he seemed to follow- being friends with Joshua (and honestly most of the other club members) almost always devolved into chats about the club and “why aren’t you playing Jeonghan anymore?”. Josh often suggested playing video games with the two of them, and you had to refuse (although playing League with Josh was so fun).

It was lonely.

Stupid Jeonghan.

•••

Finally, tournament season started.

Following (what was apparently) club tradition, the entire team dyed their hair between practices. You settled with a simple streak of blue that was stolen from Josh (he went completely teal, the madman).

The next day, Jeonghan came to practice with his blond ponytail gone, replaced by a dark brown undercut, hair bluntly chopped to end around his jaw.

Unfortunately, it suited him.

He saved a blond spot for a bit of Josh’s blue, however, and Josh dyed it for him in the middle of the clubroom, laughing the whole time. They’d planned it, clearly, as you were pretty sure Josh didn’t just carry around dye in his backpack.

Which means he knew you two would match when he did your hair.

It was confirmed by an apologetic shrug when you cornered him while he threw away the dye-stained gloves.

“Give him a chance, please y/n?”

“Hong Jisoo. You know how I feel about that dumbass-“

“y/n-“

“Why are you so insistent on having us talk again? He’s a two-faced-“

“y/n, you’d like him. He’s funny, and genuinely nice. I don’t know why he was acting like that with you, but that was almost three months ago. Give him a chance.”

“You should be glad I like you, you stupid fucking rat.”

Josh laughs as you walk away, fuming.

Unfortunately, you did like that stupid fucking rat, and so when he offered dinner after an out-of-state tournament (he pinky swore he’d pay) you finally gave in.

Jeonghan coming?

lol yea

that ok?

not rlly

I’ll give him a chance tho

:D thank u

you owe me

I’m buying ur food :(

josh we r literally getting fast food

you owe me

lol k >:)

#x reader #kpop x reader #svt #svt x reader #yoon jeonghan #Jeonghan #Hong Jisoo #joshua #chess!au #not even joking lol

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daylightsun · 3 years ago

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What I Learn from Years of Reading and Collecting Books and Letting Some of Them Go

These past few days, I "KonMari" my room and decided to rearrange my bookshelves. While sorting out all of my belongings, I discovered a box filled with books I manically collected during my college years sitting underneath my bed. After opening it, the books seem to be staring at me while I stare back at them like we are having a confrontation of sorts. For a moment, it made me reflect on my life as a reader and book collector, and this sense of nostalgia hit me.

After snapping out of this nostalgic state, the fact remains that my shelf space and room space are precious and limited, and I only want to fill my life with things that “spark joy” within me. I need to decide which books would stay and which would eventually go to the bin. So in honor of literature month and the books I am about to throw away, I would like to write some piece to honor my journey as a reader and book collector.

Starting Years as a Reader and Book Collector

My fascination with books started early in my childhood. I remember holding my small hardbound fairytale books, a book set with stories like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and Three Little Pigs. But it was the illustrations at first that engrossed me. It's like my eyes can't get enough of the colors and drawings. I look at them again and again, committing them in my memory. Then there was my childhood best friend Grimm's book of fairytales. The book was enormous and heavy. It contained more words and the occasional one to two pages of illustrations, like the naked butt of the king in The Emperor's New Clothes, the candy house of the witch in Hansel, and Gretel other beautiful illustrations inside that book.

However, it is in my teenage years that I started to enjoy reading literature, and book reports ignite my interest in book collecting. Books like Ella Enchanted, The Little Prince, and Thieves of Ostia were carried inside our classroom boxes after boxes. A sheer excitement overcame me, forgetting the fear I felt days before asking for extra money to buy something outside the average family expenses, even if it is for school requirements.

I did not grow up in an environment that encourages me to read books outside the typical academic obligations. It is usual for Southeast Asian households to be thrifty, so buying books for leisure is a luxury. Moreover, since it does not involve cleaning and moving around the house, reading for my parents is a lazy activity. Not to mention what damage it can do to your eyesight, they would add. However, I continued to read in secret and went against the general expectations.

I have read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince while holding a flashlight while everyone in the house is sleeping at night so no one could scold me. I read with my friends at school. We exchanged novels, particularly stories about young adults. I bought my first novel, L. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables, in a book fair inside my school using my savings. And even after my childhood best friend, who was four years older than me, went away to college, I marched to their house and borrowed books from her mother like Louisa Alcott's Little Women.

Reading helped me to cope with my deep-seated feeling of isolation and loneliness because of being an adopted child. I found out pieces of the truth through indirect hints and silent whispers between adults and childish banter between cousins. So I was left alone on my own devices to understand and stitch the truth. But in reading, I started to find solace and identity with the people I meet in stories. Books became for me houses I visit to explore and get to know the people living inside. And sometimes, I leave too early out of boredom or just out of an inability to comprehend the house. But sometimes, even after the visit, a piece of my heart stayed inside those pages. When I read, I have companions, and when I buy a book, I have something of my own.

Moreover, in books, I found girls like me, like Anne in Anne of Green Gables or Mary in The Secret Garden. Orphaned and neglected at a very young age and adopted, they were able to find acceptance and love. In those stories, they eventually mattered and belonged to the people around them. And in my heart, I wanted the same assurance these characters have that I am going to be OK despite my "oddness."

Not encouraged to read, buy books for my leisure, and being an adopted child in her young adolescent years made me want to form a personal path of rebellion. I decided to be a bookworm and persist in reading and building my book collection even if I am discouraged! Talk about being brave and revolutionary. Though I developed a deep affection for reading and books by this time, this "rebellious" way serves another personal purpose, and that is instead of being single out because ofbeing an adopted child, I can be single out because of my "bookish-ness." This identity gave me a powerful feeling of being significantly different from the crowd. I am somehow special but without the burden and constantly feeling the need to fight the pity of the people around me.

College Years

When I went to college, I develop an unhealthy impulse of excessively buying booksbut not reading them. There is a Japanese term for this impulsive behavior called "tsundoku." My obsession with buying books can be attributed to two main culprits. First, I started to attend and participate actively in church, and second, the store Book Sale.

In our church, we have a statement I wrote in the tablet of my heart with great faithfulness and love. It goes this way "Great leaders read books," which is a remarkable statement unless someone went overboard with trying to read books by purchasing them. This someone is, of course, is me. Ooops.

On multiple days within a week, I would visit and sit on the SM Baguio's Book Salefloor, hunting and obsessing over books. I would gladly move stacks upon stacks of books desperately looking for a purchase treasure. And most of us know, books are sold at Book Sale at a meager price. It became a standard for me to go home to my boarding house with three to five books. And oh boy, the stacks of books in my room just grew and grew. By the end of my seven years in college, the heaviest of my baggage is the one enormous box where I managed to fit all the books I have acquired.

Even though my college years were a time of my compulsive and unhealthy behaviors in reading and book buying, these were also the years I familiarized myself with what types of storytelling I would enjoy and who are my favorite authors. Neil Gaiman and Haruki Murakami cast their spell on me, and I would read again and again stories like The Little Prince, Memoirs of A Geisha, and The Last Time I Saw Mother.

But what I am most thankful for reading around this time is the opportunity it gave me to connect to other people through knowledge sharing. When I read an excellent book that gave me a lot of insight, there is an internal urge to pass it to someone else or talk about it with a friend. So I either talk about it or give the book. Giving that well-written book will sting a bit. Still, the disappointment of not having someone to undergo the experience of reading it is more painful than letting it go because I've discovered that there are types of books that cannot stay only in one pair of hands but have to travel to the next pair to be held and read. Some stories and books are personal to me, and they will stay on my shelves as long as they can, but there is another type of book that the knowledge they contain needs to be passed on and shared.

Working Years

Buying books using the allowance from your parents are far easier than using your own hard-earned money. Being a young professional and just started to manage my finances made the reality of my unhealthy addiction hit hard. I can not longer afford to go to book shops without thoroughly thinking if the book I am picking is something I should buy. "Adulting" has forced maturity in me.

Putting some healthy breaks on my general attitude towards reading and book collecting is just one part of the exciting times ahead of me as a bibliophile. Going back to my hometown and having more personal freedom have opened the doors to uncharted territories. As a reader and book collector, I've been officially and finally introduced to book fairs and Philippine Literature.

When I talk about book fairs that I participate in this time, these are the mega fairs that involve many publishing houses. Book fairs with book launching, book signing, live-reading, and writers' meet and greet events. The Manila International Book Fair (MIBF) and Big Bad Wolf are an example of these fairs. The experience was exhilarating and magical, and I would like to think that every reader and book collector would agree that book fairs are sort of heaven or nirvana on earth.

But so far, the greatest book fair I get to experience must also be the most challenging endeavor I undertook professionally, the Frankfurt Book Fair 2019. Imanaged to be a part of the team that organized the delegation that represented the Philippines in the largest international book fair. FBF is annually held during October in Frankfurt, Germany, with participants worldwide and boost to be the most extensive platform for digital and printed content. So even though I did not personally go to Frankfurt, being part of this massive event as a production assistant and being part of the early planning stages to post-prod was a dream come true. Seeing over 500 books published by the leading publishing houses in the country and written by Filipino authors showcased in the entire world in a beautifully designed stand made me very happy and proud.

Working in a government agency that primarily serves the Philippine publishing industry also gave me a closer look into the local literature. Unfortunately, I did not grow up reading books written by Filipino writers. Aside from the usual piece of local literature my Filipino textbooks in high school and college courses offered, Philippine literature did not become part of my early reading and book collection. But my ignorance of Filipino authors and literature ended when I worked at NBDB and when a friend lent me Philippine literature books. As I started to read the literary works of Eliza Victoria, Nick Joaquin, Luis Joaquin M. Katigbak, and other amazing Filipino authors, I felt both shame and relief. I finally got to experience my national consciousness and Filipino identity through literature by Filipino authors for Filipinos.

But my bad habits in college still are present and had managed to erode my psyche. Surrounded by so many book-related things, I got back to the same dangerous pattern. I acquired more books but have no diligence and genuine interest in reading. In the process, I become a hoarder like the Businessman from The Little Prince, who cannot stop owning and counting every star he sees in the sky but never understood its value. After all, what is a book without its reader?

And as a result, something bad happened. The words in the pages started to leave me, I slowly lost the ability to build worlds in my head, and my insatiable thirst for knowledge had dwindled. Then one day, I lost all of my interest in books. For one and a half years, I would not touch any books on my bookshelves and stop actively reading and looking for books to buy. I had enough.

*** Going back to the present time and Marie Kondo, she mentioned in her best-selling book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up (and yes, I have the book), that the KonMari method encourages only to keep around thirty books. Thirty books seem to be awfully few, and how can a person who loves reading and collecting books find the courage to let go.

But as the book explained, you need to ask oneself the fundamental question of the KonMari method, "does this spark joy?". Does this book spark joy? Have I read this, and if I happened to have, does it aroused my intellect? And I have asked these hard questions to every book in my belongings.

It is almost four years after my time at the university. I am currently in a work-from-home setup which is a very fortunate situation while in the middle of a global pandemic. And yes, I am about to throw books, a lot of them, which you might think is a waste, but deep down, I know I will never reread these, nor will I ever start to read them again.

Honestly, I cannot remember the exact day I pick up a book on my shelf and read again, nor the reason behind it. But having the courage to declutter and purge my book collection, I realized a few months ago that I started again to read and purchase books, but this time there is an effort to be mindful with every reading and purchase made. This subtle change in behavior gave my reading and collecting a better sense of purpose and direction.

My life is composed of limited time, meaning I can only read books that much. But I've been in a relationship with books for many years now. Collecting books became a form of personal art, and reading stories helped me become a better person. It healed me, became a catalyst to learn a couple of life lessons, and taught me to give. And I do not see myself stopping at any point in my life. So might as well keep and read books that only truly capture my spirit, challenges me, and, if I was lucky, changes me. Because that is the thing about it, books are powerful.

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harryandmolly · 5 years ago

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Complicit // 4

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, NSFW (good & rough, babies), my self control has truly gone up in smoke

WC: 6.8k

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Shawn shifts, his eyelids tightening against the morning sun even through the drawn gauzy curtains. He’s aware now, but barely. He’d rather not be. The sleep he gets after a night with her is maybe even more addictive than the date itself. He’s sure it’s because she wears him out so thoroughly.

He’s lying on his stomach, his cheek turned, pressed into the silk sheets provided by the little Malibu beachside inn the agency booked for them. If he keeps his eyes shut he can concentrate on the sound of waves lapping at the shore of Point Dume.

He grumbles. He can’t hear them. He can hear her shuffling around instead. He slowly opens his cloudy dark eyes to assess, lifting his head to find her.

Penny has a pretty strict policy about mornings after dates. Sticking around sets a dangerous precedent. The morning after, it’s all messy hair and morning breath and sleepy eyes and sore, tired muscles -- vulnerability at its most beautiful and most human. It’s not professional, so it’s not safe. That time, that kind of exposure, is to be minimized.

Penny’s already in leggings and a sports bra, typing on her phone with one hand and holding an Outdoor Voices hoodie in the other. She hears him and looks over with a sleepy smile.

“Hi there,” she whispers. Her voice is smooth. It makes his eyes flutter as he thinks about how her skin felt last night.

He just smiles in response.

Her lips curl in a wry grin. “That’s a very happy face you’re making.”

He wonders if he’s really beyond embarrassment with her now. He stretches like a cat and feels his body resist, then give in. He groans deeply, heavily. It’s music to her ears.

“That’s cause you’re a fucking miracle worker.”

When he says shit like this, Penny wants to crawl back on top of him and make him come a few more times. But she knows he’s tired. He worked hard for her. She perches beside him, ankles crossed delicately, and runs a hand down his naked back, admiring.

“You make it easy, baby,” she assures him. Her smile is placid. It turns a little devilish when she cups his ass cheek through the sheet and gives it a squeeze. Shawn squirms gently and smiles.

“I have to go. Gus will be by in half an hour to pick you up and bring you back to your car.”

Beneath her hand, Shawn rolls over. His cheeks have pillow marks and sport a hearty morning flush. His curls are wild from her fingers and his own. She swallows and leaves her hand where it’s fallen, brushing his lower ribs.

He closes his eyes. “I’m leaving for the festival run.”

She nods and keeps her eyes on his chest hair, waiting for him to give the little break up speech she’s used to.

It’s not really a break up, of course. It’s more like an awkward firing. A “hey… you’ve been great but your services are no longer required, thanks!” It’s ok. It means she’s done some good. She can see in every move of his soft, sore muscles that she’s eased most of his tension away. He’ll go into a long, hot, busy summer fresh and rejuvenated because of her. She can live with that.

“I…” He gets flustered and rakes a hand through his hair, cupping his other hand around her wrist, “I don’t know how to ask… I mean, I don’t even know if you’d be interested and it’s kind of--”

“Shawn, what do you need?”

It’s simple, she wants to remind him, I’ll give you everything you need.

Shawn’s eyes shut again. He gently, absently massages the tendons in her wrist. “I… was wondering if I could fly you out to Vegas to be there the weekend of my first festival. I think having you there would really help. But I don’t know if you’re busy or if it’s too soon, y’know, I know I haven’t been seeing you very long and I don’t want to be that guy or--”

She quiets his yammering by dragging her hand up to curl around the back of his neck, drawing his eyes to hers.

“That could be arranged,” she murmurs. It makes his toes curl. The tips of his ears go as pink as his cheeks. He grins.

“Yeah?”

She nods smugly. He still needs her. There’s no better feeling. “Call Colette with the details. She can arrange my travel and my room. I have to go home and feed Pammy.”

She stands, looking down at him fondly. Her body tenses and she leans her weight into front foot like she’s going to crouch to kiss him. Instead she swallows, reaches for her suitcase handle and waves with a couple free fingers before she steps out into the humid Malibu morning.

Penny doesn’t relish flying commercial, but she doesn’t have much of an excuse to charter a flight just to get to Vegas from LA, especially if she won’t be joined on the flight by a client.

So, first class then.

Colette has her on the United 6 PM into McCarran. She’s getting in just as the city is warming up, coming alive for the night. Flying into Vegas at sunset is especially romantic to Penny. She has visions of Frank at the Sands, of cocktails at the Carnival Lounge, of cruising past the famous ‘Welcome to Las Vegas’ sign in a topless red Thunderbird. Penny always has had a fondness for vintage, and especially to Vegas, with its close links to the Rat Pack.

Shawn has already reimbursed the agency for her weekend expenses including travel and accommodation, plus her hefty three-day weekend price tag, so Gus is not along for the ride. Instead, a driver will meet her at the airport to shepherd her over to the Bellagio, her preferred Vegas lodging. Her suite is on the floor above Shawn’s.

Penny is used to the glamour. This is not the first time she’s been flown out to meet a client in an exciting city. It’s not even the first time she’s been flown to Vegas to fuck for a weekend in the Bellagio.

But this… she’s excited about.

Shawn must have called Colette as soon as she got in her car because she got the confirmation of the booking when she was crawling back to Studio City on the 101. Two days, three nights, $12,000. He’s playing the inaugural iHeart Summer festival, headlining the first of three nights with names like Cardi B, Miley Cyrus, Dua Lipa, Sam Smith and, of course, Bex.

Not that Penny minds. She’s not attending the festival. His team doesn’t know about her and he intends to keep it that way. She’s not there to be his arm candy, she’s there to take the pressure off behind closed doors. She doesn’t mind behind the dirty little secret. She’s good at it.

The fountain at the Bellagio is surrounded by tourists when she arrives in her hired Tesla. She watches the spray of the impressive water display shimmer in the nighttime lights of the Vegas strip until her driver politely calls for her attention. Her luggage, absolutely excessive for a three day trip, is loaded onto a cart. She reaches for her phone as she’s guided past check-in and up to her fountain view king suite.

Silver Fox: Arrived safely? Xx

Petey Pie: hiiiiii pls slay in vegas you absolute queen, miss you 🖤

She shoots off a quick series of hearts and mushy love words to each before switching to her work phone to dial the agency, impatiently tapping the toe of her pointy black patent leather Brian Atwood stilettos on the hardwood floor.

“Hiya, Pen,” Colette greets, much more casually and without the put-upon accent she sports for client calls, “Everything good there?”

“Just got in. Great room. Can you let him know I’m here?” Penny asks breezily.

“He just called, actually. He says he’s sorry but he can’t see you tonight. He said he has to do “a Bex thing” and that you’d know what that meant.”

Penny looks up from her shoes. Her vision is blurred, unfocused as she looks past the lights of the strip. After a beat too long, she answers.

“Sure, no problem. Thank you, Colette.”

She hangs up and tosses the gold cased phone to the bed. Her slender hands fall to her hips. She continues staring, willing her brain to quiet as her hands begin to wander -- one up to tease her collarbones where they lay bare beneath her oversized men’s dress shirt, the other slipping between her thighs, pressing against the rough denim of her J Brand jeans. She sighs, tilts her head and closes her eyes.

Slowly, she strips out of her clothes, including the pale peach satin lingerie set underneath, leaving them lying on the floor in front of the window. She collapses into the luxurious bedspread, lips mashing together as she sets to work, fingers trembling when she muffles her desperate moans of release into the ornate cushion by her head.

After a few minutes enjoying the afterglow, she bundles up in a fluffy white hotel robe and calls for room service.

Shawn stares at the ceiling, twiddling his St. Christopher medal between his fingers as he thinks.

He doubts her room is, like, directly above his. He doubts the footsteps he hears padding around above him are hers. He’d kind of like to imagine they are, though. He wonders what she’s doing.

He’s been wondering since he stood outside her hotel room door last night after 3am, wanting her so bad he couldn’t fucking breathe. He stopped himself from knocking, though. Thank god.

He arrived in Vegas a few hours before Penny did. Upon checking in, Andrew announced that Bex’s flight was moved up to facilitate a staged night out before festival rehearsals. It made sense. Shawn had already mentally accounted for having to spend public time with her on this trip, given they were playing the same festival lineup. He just didn’t know he’d basically be stepping off the plane into a paparazzi circus to hold the hand of a girl whose middle name he doesn’t know, only to be seen slinking away with her back to their hotel.

His stomach rolled at the idea until Penny’s words in her somehow comfortingly stern voice play in his head: this relationship stunt doesn’t define you as a man or as an artist.

He still feels bad, though. He expected to spend the night with Penny. He flew her out here to be with him and now he has to toss her aside for work. It doesn’t seem fair.

He runs a hand through his curls and grunts. Maybe she’s relieved. Maybe it feels like a paid night off in Vegas. Maybe she hasn’t thought about him at all.

He hopes he’s wrong.

Penny takes a bubble bath the next morning with too many bubbles and a mimosa after a grueling start at the gym -- 3 miles on the treadmill and 45 minutes of free weights. It felt incredible, almost as incredible as the gardenia-scented bath and the fresh citrus blend of juice that had her lighter than air as the rest of the city began to stir.

She doesn’t expect to hear from Shawn until this evening, at least. It’s his first day of rehearsals at the MGM Grand and he has promo and photoshoots -- all this according to Colette, to whom he gave his schedule when he made the booking.

So Penny takes herself shopping.

Brunch at Bellagio Patisserie is followed by a short walk over to the Grand Canal Shoppes at the Venetian. It’s one of her favorite spots, not despite its kitschiness, but because of it -- the false blue sky overhead and the overflowing flower boxes beneath lit windows in a long neighborhood of Italian storefronts, the men in striped shirts and flat hats singing Italian folk songs as they steer gondolas full of tourists down the indoor river.

It’s all a little too much, just like Vegas is supposed to be. She adores it.

She has an arm full of bags by early afternoon -- Fendi, Barney’s, Louis Vuitton, and those are just for her. She snagged a cute new pair of Vilebrequin swim trunks for Peter and a pair of sky blue Ferragamo slides for Silver. She plans on having a quick salad for lunch before spending the rest of the day at the Cypress pool.

She’s striding through the airy, unusually quiet lobby of the Bellagio trailed by a bellhop toting her bags when she stops short.

In the window of Cartier, something sparkles. Well, not just one thing, but one thing in particular catches her eye. It’s a ring from the Étincelle de Cartier collection, a looped, overlapping band of rose gold, studded with diamonds. She’s seen the design before, has admired it online, in magazines, even on the fingers of other women. But it’s never called to her like this before. She narrows her eyes, tilts her head and glances down at her naked, plum-painted fingers.

She decides they look lonely. With a nod to her wide-eyed and very attentive bellhop, she steps inside.

25 minutes later, humming “I Love Vegas” by Dean Martin, a few thousand dollars poorer, Penny comes strutting out of Cartier with the little red ring box stuffed in her purse and its contents catching the afternoon light on the middle finger of her left hand.

Shawn clears his throat again. His eyes are angled down at the toes of his boots as they scuff the stage. He drums his fingers, clasped together around the mic, bobbing his head.

He looks up. Cez and Andrew stand a few yards away in the midst of crowds of roadies setting up the Grand Garden Arena for the festival. They’re talking and nodding and Shawn is trying not to imagine that they’re discussing how fucking edgy and nervous he’s been all morning.

He thinks bitterly he’d be a lot better if he’d gotten to see Penny last night. He closes his eyes and lets himself imagine it -- slipping her out of a shimmery gold dress, tangling his fingers in her hair while her lips course over his chest, lying beneath her as she rides him hard into an expensive mattress while the fountain show is visible through the window.

God, he fucking craves it. He wants to beg for her, to get on his knees for her, to follow her instructions so exactly that she can’t help but smile, call him “baby” in that sweet, breathless voice and, finally, when she’s ready, when he knows he’s earned it, make him come so spectacularly that he can’t remember his own fucking name, much less all that comes attached to it.

He’s going insane without it. That’s what this is, he’s sure. It’s not Bex or the other names on the bill or his name in the biggest lettering he’s ever seen outside the goddamned MGM Grand or the millions of people that will be watching on the TV broadcast. It’s withdrawal. It’s been six days since Malibu, he’s jonesing. That’s all.

He grunts gently and tilts his head forward, gliding into a vocal run as the band plays through LIJ. He needs what Penny and Penny alone can give him to get through his first headlining festival. No matter what, he’s seeing her tonight. No one will fight him. He’s been rehearsing all day and his show is tomorrow. He’ll eat with the team and turn in early, solemn and responsible.

And he’ll go straight to her room and let her fuck him stupid.

Andrew looks up at him. Shawn’s head lifts.

“Sounding great, dude. How do you feel?”

Shawn doesn’t hesitate. “We’re going to run through it again.”

She’s topless, facedown on a chaise lounge by the exclusive Cypress pool running through agency numbers on her laptop. It’s almost time to turn over again and reapply sunscreen. Her bellini is fresh and cool, just replaced by the cute poolside waitress who’s been especially attentive.

Her phone buzzes.

Colette: The client will meet you in your room at 9pm.

Penny wets her lips and sets her phone down. She stretches, tightening every muscle from the tips of her fingers to her toes, and slackens against the cushions, feeling pooling warmth below her belly.

Her scalp tingles at the gentle knock on the door. In the dimly lit room, she pads barefoot to the door, glass of champagne fizzing in her newly decorated hand. She checks the peephole, sweeps some hair off the shoulder of her black satin robe and opens the door.

His head snaps up like he wasn’t expecting her. He looks distracted and very tired. He smiles, guilty, like he knows how easily she can see his tension all over him. She has her work cut out for her tonight.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding just about as depleted as he feels. He reaches up and brushes some loose curls out of his eyes. They’re still a little wet from his post-rehearsal shower. He knows she doesn’t mind.

Penny takes his hand and it’s almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. She leads him wordlessly into her room. The lamp by her bed is on and the curtains on her floor-to-ceiling windows are drawn open, allowing the only light in the room. Her phone is plugged into the stereo, playing Sinatra’s In the Wee Small Hours album. He follows her to the sofa and sits, hearing his knees creak, feeling his back ache. She perches beside him and lifts her legs over his lap. He settles, curling one hand around her ankle and using the other to rub circles into her knee.

He looks up at her timidly. She fights a concerned frown.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he whispers, looking a little distraught, “I feel… kinda weird about it.”

“Why weird?” she asks, handing him a glass of champagne. He reluctantly pries a hand off her silky skin to take it and sip.

“Because… because you’re here for me and I ditched you. I mean, you know I didn’t want to, right? God, fuck, I really didn’t want to. I would’ve given anything to be here with you last night. But--”

“It’s ok, Shawn,” she assures him, widening her eyes to underline her sincerity, “This is your job. I understand that and I respect that. It deserves your time and attention more than I do.”

“But still, I flew you out here. I… I’d never want you to feel like just because I’m paying to see you that that means I can do whatever I want with you or your time. Because I respect you, too.”

Penny is quiet for a few very long seconds. “I know you do. It’s one of the reasons I like spending time with you. But we wouldn’t be here together if you weren’t in this position with your job.”

His skin prickles. He swallows another sip, a slightly larger one. “I guess it’s still weird for me. Being out with her, seeing the headlines and what people think.”

She brings in the ringer -- she scoops a hand up into the curls at the back of his neck and scrunches them, massaging her fingers against his nape. His eyes slide shut. He purrs.

“It’s all for a good cause,” she reminds him gently.

He nods and sips again, keeping his eyes shut.

“How was your day?” he whispers after a few quiet moments, fluttering his eyes back open.

“Good,” she chuckles, “I went to the gym, I took a bubble bath, I shopped, I laid out by the pool.”

He can tell. She’s all shimmery and warm in a way a woman only can be when she’s soaked up some natural sun. He nods admiringly, letting his fingers wander up her bare leg.

“Did you buy anything?”

She goes a little bashful. Shawn’s eyebrows lift.

“A few things,” she admits, untangling her fingers from his hair and holding her hand out in front of him, “This is my favorite.”

Shawn cups her hand in his broad palm and examines the ring with a grin. “It’s pretty. Why are you making that face?”

She purses her lips around a smile. “It’s a splurge. I walked into Cartier downstairs on a whim. I saw it in the window and needed it immediately.”

There’s something undeniably sexy to Shawn about a woman who knows what she wants and goes for it. He bites into his lower lip and brushes the pad of his thumb over the glinting stones.

“You deserve it, Pen.”

She slips her hand from his and slowly curls it under his jaw. “I know.”

His breath catches in his throat. He chokes on a stammering laugh. “I know you know. I guess I just like reminding you.”

She wets her unpainted lips. “Because you’re my good boy.”

Air whistles out of Shawn’s nose as he exhales. He nods in her hand.

Penny leans in. His lips are warm and a little rough, but they taste like champagne. She sighs into him, lets him trace his fingers up the outside of her thigh, brushing where the short robe lies against her sun-kissed skin. The tension in his jaw abates when she slips her tongue between his lips, exploring the way he softens just for her.

He pulls away first, out of breath. He presses his cheek to hers, nuzzling.

“Fuck, you have no idea how much I needed that.”

Penny places her flute of champagne beside his on the end table and reaches for him. They stand, Penny up on her toes to meet him from several inches below. With her hands secured around his neck, she continues kissing him -- she’s found it’s the best way to get him totally present with her, the fastest and sweetest way to relax him until he’s warm and pliant in her hands.

Her eyes are shut. The lights from the fountain show cast a glow against her eyelids but she’s too into him to notice. They explore different rhythms -- soft, sweet kisses, skating hands, gentle noises and rough, passionate moans, grabbing, taking, feeling.

She presses him back into the window, watching the colored lights of the strip surround his head like a halo as he pants down at her. For a moment, she just takes him in, breathing heavily, eyes wide, swallowing him in gulps. His hands twitch against her waist. She feels the tremble and lets it ground her.

She plants a hand against his chest. It rises and falls with his breath. She watches it, watches him beneath it, the way his eyes sparkle at her now that he’s all here, all hers.

“Shawn,” she beckons, guiding him with her voice, “Strip.”

He blinks, and it’s the only moment of pause he takes before he starts to obey. She steps back to give him room to kick off his boots, shove at his jeans and boxers, wriggle out of his fitted tee. He stands before her like the statue of David, but better -- flushed and full of life, hardening cock stirring against his thigh, brushed with soft hair all over his warm body.

“God, you’re fucking magnificent.”

Her eyes flash after she says it, locking onto his. He goes absolutely magenta, swallowing roughly and turning his face when the eye contact becomes too much. She makes a disapproving noise from the back of her throat and cups his cheek to turn him back to her.

“Look at me,” she urges, but it’s warm and, underneath, a little pleading. She holds his gaze. This time, he preens a little, lifting his chin, smiling, even flexing. She releases a wet growl and nods.

“I got myself off thinking about you last night,” she confesses hotly, reaching for the sash of her robe. His abs tense this time in shock, not to peacock for her.

“Really?” he stammers, eyes going comically wide.

She nods eagerly, slipping the robe off her shoulders. On her bronzed skin she wears a gold lace lingerie set -- a balconette bra she’s positively spilling from and a barely there v-string. His fingers curl into his palms and his head falls back into the window with a thud.

“I thought about you on your knees for me,” she pants, “Begging, pleading for a taste. God, you were ravenous. Fucking devouring me. So good for me, baby, just like always.”

Shawn whines impatiently, eyes falling shut as he imagines it too, cock bobbing against his thigh as he shivers.

“And then --” she purrs, causing him to snap his eyes back open because she sounds closer than she was, and she is, she’s standing so close that her feet are between his and her breasts are a hair’s breadth from his chest.

“--then, I let you fuck me.”

Shawn gasps a breath because he forgot he needed oxygen until his body forcibly reminded him.

“Yeah?” he croaks.

Penny nods, smirking. She rests her palms against his chest and hears him deflate like a balloon. She cocks her head, admiring her ring in this new light. The rose gold looks pretty against his skin. She hums thoughtfully, nudges it with her thumb to watch it sparkle.

Her eyes lift to his. He was already watching her closely.

“You like my ring, Shawn?”

He nods, certain, but unsure of where she’s going with this. She spreads her fingers and starts gliding her hand up over his collarbone, wrapping delicately around his throat. He stops breathing like she’s restricting his airway, but it’s just in anticipation. After a heated moment, she continues her hand’s path under his chin and up until her fingertips rest against his mouth.

“Open,” she commands softly.

Shawn’s jaw drops enough for her to slip her index and middle finger into his mouth, resting against his perfect wet tongue. He grunts, closes his mouth around them, starting to suck gently to gauge her reaction.

She watches him hungrily as he tastes her fingers, swirling his tongue along the length of them, between them, paying special attention to the ring she’s so fond of. He groans as he watches her face, lips parted like she, too, can’t believe how fucking hot this is.

Slowly, carefully, he lifts his hands to rest in the dips of her waist, anchoring her close to him as he lavishes her fingers, admiring their slender strength in his mouth. She curls them teasingly, he nips at her knuckles to watch her squirm. The lights and sounds of the city behind them are totally lost. Or maybe they’re the ones that are lost.

Shawn keeps sucking and licking far past the point of vulgarity. The noises his mouth makes against her fingers are filthy and he hopes (he’s pretty confident) that it’s doing a good job of getting her wet for him. She’s not stopping him, though. She’s rapt, amazed at his attention, waiting -- for what, he’s not sure. But he won’t stop until she tells him to.

Maybe it’s her wriggling impatience that finally has her tugging her fingers away from his swollen lips with a pop. He flicks his head back to free his sweaty forehead from some stray curls. He breathes hard, mouth open, waiting for whatever she wants next.

Penny brushes her tongue against her lower lip. She skims her wet fingers down her stomach, dipping into the front of her panties with a sigh. In her periphery, Shawn’s chest rises and falls a little faster. She curls her fingers against her pussy with a groan, shoulders softening, head lolling sideways when she releases a soft breath.

“Penny,” Shawn hisses weakly, “Please.”

Her eyelids are heavy as she stares up at him. He doesn’t know what he’s asking for, she can tell. It’s ok. She always knows what he wants even when he doesn’t.

Slowly, a little reluctantly, she pulls her hand from between her legs and slips her fingertips into the cup of her bra, holding a condom up for him to take. He heaves a relieved sigh and lifts a corner of his wet mouth.

She takes his free hand and pulls him off the window, taking his place against it. She settles back for a moment, staring up at his face as he concentrates on steadying his shaky fingers enough to roll the condom on. He blinks hard when he finishes and sees her watching him.

“Wh-what do you want, Penny?”

She turns her back to him, shifts her hands up until they’re pressing into the glass above her head. Shawn’s breath shudders hard in his chest as he admires the shape of her, fully illuminated by the city lights. He takes a mental picture, begs his frazzled brain to hold onto this image as long as he can.

She glances over her shoulder and nods at him. Wordlessly, reverently, he peels her out of her pretty bra and panties, tossing them behind him toward the bed. She chuckles at his eagerness. He smiles back, caught, but comfortable basking in how much he wants her.

She turns. Shawn inhales sharply and staggers, planting a hand up on the window beside her to remain steady. She gathers him up into her arms and, as they both lock eyes and inhale, he lifts her, wrapping her legs around his torso, angling the head of his cock against her entrance.

He chokes on a breath, “Fuck-- oh fuck, you’re so wet.”

Penny nods, a little frantic, thrusting her fingers into his curls as if to steer him. “Listen to me. I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. Don’t hold back, baby. I wanna feel you. I wanna feel everything.”

Shawn’s eyes fall shut. He hears the volume of the groan he releases but he doesn’t remember allowing himself to make it. He shifts her in his arms until he slides in an inch or two. Her eyes close just as his reopen.

He follows the stroke through until he’s buried, brushing his nose against hers. She feels him, understands what he wants. She nods again, clenching her arms tighter around his shoulders.

With a loud gasp, Shawn tilts his hips, sliding all the way back as he holds her flat against the window, and presses back in harder. He hangs his head against her shoulder, establishing a slow, deep rhythm, flinching every time he hears her body squeezing around him greedily.

“Holy… shit,” he coughs, letting his tongue brush her collarbone as he picks up his pace, egged on by her bare heels digging into his ass.

Penny can’t fucking breathe. Her head bumps back against the window with each powerful stroke. Every row of his hips stretches her further. It’s like every thrust fills her so completely, there isn’t even room for oxygen in her lungs. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t think she needs it right now. She needs this.

“So… good,” she grunts, the sound throaty and weak.

He’s not holding back, she can tell. She wasn’t sure if he could get here with her, if he trusted her, and himself, enough to let himself have this. But she knows he needs it. She thinks maybe they both do.

“Penny,” he sighs. His hips work faster. She scrunches her fingers in his hair.

“More,” she demands, but the whine in her voice gives it away as a plea.

“Fuck,” he swears, shaking his head in disbelief. He hitches her up in his arms as their sweaty bodies slip, and it changes the angle. Her fingers scrabble on his back, sinking in and dragging, leaving livid red marks as she clings to him against his mighty swings.

Her eyes glaze over, roll back slightly. “Oh god, yes!” she cries, turning her face to bury her nose in his hair and bite sharply at the shell of his ear.

He growls in a way she hasn’t heard from him. It’s rough, all animal, and she knows there’s nothing left in him that’s uncertain or anxious or self-conscious or scared. He holds her hips steady and pounds hard, relishing the slick squelch of their bodies and the protest of the window against her skin.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” she chants, holding on for dear life. It’s all she can do. She has no leverage to fuck back against him. He’s the one driving into her and, when he does, pressing her back to reach even deeper. She sobs for breath, soaking him as he ruts hard against her clit with every perfect, reckless stroke.

“Penny, shit,” Shawn moans, “Please, please, you have to come. I can’t fucking hold on.”

With a whine in her throat, she yanks at his hair to bring his eyes up to hers. The pupils are so dilated she can’t see any brown left. She focuses on the blackness and feels her walls spasm, so close she can taste it.

“Harder,” she hisses, daring him, keeping his head pinned between her hands.

His brow furrows. His tensed hands clench hard enough to bruise. He doesn’t have anymore to give, but she wants it, so he’s going to fucking give it to her. He groans, ass clenching as he forces himself deeper into her desperate, willing body until she gasps and breaks.

He’s never felt anything like it. She goes solid in his arms, every well-trained muscle hard as a rock, but her pussy trembles around him, holding him in. She massages his throbbing cock so thoroughly that Shawn loses his hold and comes right behind her, spilling into the condom with a scream. His hips keep thrusting shallowly, the rhythm holding steady long past when it usually does after he comes. It takes them both longer than usual to come down.

When they do, even Shawn’s impressive strength is nearly gone. His knees tremble as he scoops her off the window and stumbles toward the bed, using his last bit of self-control to lay her down gently, his cock still nestled inside her pulsing walls.

She loosens her grip on his shoulders and hair, stroking instead of scraping. Her breathing steadies from gasps to perfect, mindless whimpers. He doesn’t think he’s breathing at all until she shifts beneath him and he hears himself whine, loud and unabashed.

He lifts his heavy head from her shoulder to look down at her. She’s smiling gently, still panting through her overfull lips. He barely stops himself from kissing her. He grins like a moron instead.

“Are you… ok?” he asks, his voice shaky. She nods.

He starts to pull his hips back. One of her legs, still slung around him, presses into his ass cheek as she makes a weak noise.

“Slowly,” she groans, brow furrowing. He bobs his head sheepishly and eases out, feeling the way her body resists the loss. It gives him a full body shiver.

He ties off the condom and lobs it into a trashcan by the bed. He reaches for her hip, cupping where his hands held her so tight.

“Are you… sure you’re ok?”

She makes a warm purring noise and closes her eyes. “You were so good, so perfect for me. I’ve never been fucked that hard before.”

This perks him up a bit. He smiles to himself and nudges closer to her on top of the bedspread, shutting his eyes.

“I’m gonna take a nap,” he whispers.

She threads her fingers into his hair and pets his scalp until they’re both asleep, curled up beside each other.

He wants to hold her hand.

It’s a pretty sudden realization as she walks him back to his room. He’s pretty sure it’s because he’s never had a sexual experience like this in his life and he’s still fucking high from it, but it’s disconcerting, too.

So he doesn’t hold her hand. He just glances over at her again, amazed she’s up and walking, especially after they went at it again (much less aggressively) after their nap. She smirks at him.

“I’m not a china doll, Shawn,” she assures him. He flushes a little.

“Yeah, no, I… sorry.”

She chuckles through her nose and glances up the long hallway to the door of his room.

“I probably should’ve let you sleep,” she sighs, glancing down at her work phone, frowning at the time -- 6:11 AM.

Shawn shrugs. “I think I needed that more than sleep.”

They stop outside his door. He reaches for her, unsure of what he’s after, when the door next to his swings open.

Cez is looking down at his phone, dressed in gym wear, ready to go. He glances up and freezes, staring at Shawn and Penny.

Shawn’s mouth goes dry. His stomach lurches. He opens his mouth to speak.

“... anyway, I know I’m an asshole, it’s like, 6 AM and I’m definitely still super fucking drunk, but my friends will, like, murder me if I don’t get a selfie with you.”

Shawn stares at Penny for almost a beat too long. Her eyes are wide and manic. Her grin is toothy. Her voice doesn’t sound like hers at all. She even stumbles a little for effect. He swallows and nods.

“Yeah, ok.”

She slings an arm around him and holds up her phone, snapping the photo with a squeal.

“Okie! Byeeeee!”

Without a glance back at either of them, Penny hustles away, almost losing her balance even just in flip flops. Shawn’s sure she put it on as part of her little impromptu show.

He glances back at Cez, who snorts and shakes his head, seemingly unbothered.

“Went for another dawn walk?” Cez guesses.

Shawn blinks and nods, catching up. “Yeah. Gonna get changed and hit the gym, too.”

Cez nods and walks off, busy on his phone. Shawn lets himself into his room and doesn’t let himself exhale until the door clicks behind him.

Shawn Mendes SLAYS Night One of iHeart Summer Fest -- E!News

Shawn Mendes Surprises Vegas Fans With Bex Duet! -- The Hollywood Reporter

Shawn Mendes Commands Night One, Highlight of Inaugural iHeart Summer Festival -- Rolling Stone

His heart skips a beat like it does whenever La Splendeur calls, but this time it thuds even a little harder. He’s not sure why they’re calling him. He hasn’t made another booking yet. Hell, he hasn’t even left Vegas yet.

“Hello?”

“Hello, may I have your verbal password, please?”

“Ireland,” Shawn grunts, closing the door behind him as he steps onto his hotel room balcony.

“Excellent, thank you, Mr. Mendes. Miss Penny has requested that I leave you with her cell number for future bookings.”

His face is blank. “... She did?”

“Yes. It’s not uncommon practice. After a period of time, our employees often transition to arranging directly with preferred clients.”

Preferred clients. He really shouldn’t be blushing at that, but…

He puts the phone on speaker so he can type in her number, saving it under the name “Orthodontist” -- just in case.

Pamela thwaps her tail against the entryway carpet impatiently, but stays put when Penny opens the door for the delivery that the mysterious auction house called to arrange the previous day. Behind the door stands a tall gentleman in a well tailored suit, wearing a flat, polite grin.

“Miss Penny?”

Penny nods. “Yes.”

He gestures to the credenza beside her. She lets him in, clearing her throat uncertainly as she shuts the door behind him.

With his back to her, he lifts a briefcase onto the surface and pops it open. A familiar red leather box, much larger than the one she brought home from Vegas, sits inside.

He lifts it out and turns to her, presenting it as if for her inspection. She squares her shoulders and nods.

He lifts the lid. Penny’s knees turn to jello. Her eyes go wide as saucers. Her breath catches.

“Oh… my god.”

“Spectacular, isn’t it?” the man agrees enthusiastically.

Inside the box is a diamond tennis necklace in a white gold setting with graduated stones. It has to be at least 12 carats total. And Penny’s no jeweler but she bets, especially given the way in which it was delivered, that the diamonds in the settings are nearly flawless.

“The certificate of authenticity is in this folder. As I’m sure you’ve already been told, the necklace is 1949 Cartier, handmade in France, designed by Frank Sinatra for Ava Gardner.”

She swears she’s going to pass out. She lifts a hand to her forehead and focuses on her breath so she doesn’t swallow her fucking tongue.

“I’m-- is there a note? Who sent this?”

The man looks startled, like he was quite certain Penny knew all about this gift. He hands her a piece of cardstock in a creamy envelope and packs his briefcase back up, leaving the red box on the credenza. Penny is scared to touch it.

She holds the card behind her in her twitching fingers. She cocks her head, staring at the necklace. Pamela settles beside her, brushing her leg with her big, furry head.

When Penny thinks she’s regained enough sense to read, she slides the card from the envelope.

‘Thank you

x, Shawn’

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thatonebipotato · 5 years ago

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Discarded Memories- 6

Story Warnings: Angst, memory loss, yelling, Deceit, manipulation in a way, Remus, uhhh I’ll add more when I think of them

Chapter Warnings: Deceit, mention of animal death, pain(burn) mention, lack of sleep, it gets a little angsty but it ends in fluff I promise, let me know of anymore!

Also Logan finally gets sleep wOOOO!!

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Logan sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was working, yet again. He was finding it harder and harder to filter through intrusive thoughts, because since Deceit could no longer do his job properly, he had to also filter through memories and ideas, as well as plan ahead of time for simple lies that could possibly be needed. And, since Thomas was currently out, make a few up on the spot. He let his head fall onto his desk, letting out a loud groan before picking it up again and continuing.

He was exhausted, and extra work helped nothing. He rubbed his eyes again, trying his best to hide the dark circles under his eyes. He has just been able to do it earlier, before he came into his room, just enough to look fine. He was so tired he couldn’t even change his appearance, one of the easiest things any of them could do.

He yawned for the fifth time in two minutes, glancing over at his bed. It was so tempting, but he had work to do. Yet, knowing they would eventually drag him out and see his lack of sleep clear as anything, well, it was at least enough for him to move away from his desk and settle into his bean bag chair with a nice book.

He got maybe halfway through the first chapter before his eyelids backstabbed him, closing all too fast for his taste. He slept, with a book and his hand resting on his chest, skewed glasses, and soft snoring. He twitched every now and then before he forced himself up again, ashamed he had fallen asleep.

Sure, it had only been ten minutes, but that was ten minutes of work lost to time. Cursing himself quietly, Logan attempted to stand again, giving up when he both felt and heard how his back cracked.

He pushed his glasses back up his nose and allowed himself to sink into the depth of the soft bean bag. He was still exhausted, but didn’t want to go back to sleep. He also couldn’t shake the hunger. He hadn’t eaten much breakfast, and lunch had already passed. Another day wasted in his room by work. He was curious, he wanted to do things, test things, but he just couldn’t.

He was relieved when he finally heard that knock on his door. He shakily stood, gathering the energy to have a normal appearance as he opened the door.

“Hello, Virgil, how may I assist you?” he asked, forcing down another yawn.

“Just wanted to ask if you would be joining us for that movie marathon,” Virgil said casually, looking Logan up and down, as if he knew. “We’re gonna be doing that in, like, an hour, after dinner.”

Logan nodded his head. “I would probably be forcibly removed sometime after you four started anyways, so of course.”

He let the illusion drop the second Virgil walked off, letting out a sigh of relief. An hour. He would have enough time to take a nap, resume work, and then join them. He pulled his papers and computer onto his bed, laying on his stomach and continuing, not forcing himself up. If he was having any sleep, he would do it while working.

He filed through the documents, pushing the ones that were newly forming off to the side, and typed away. He was drawing multiple blanks on information as he continued. He felt his head drift into the itchy sheets, letting himself collapse on his bed and drift into slumber. A few more minutes passed before his body registered he wouldn’t immediately wake up again, and began to form dreams.

Now, dear reader, I am going to break the fourth wall to explain some things. While I should be reading now, I prefer to write, so I will have to make this explanation short and simple. Logan has a fun thing about his dreams. He will go to a safe spot that he’s created. Sort of like BBC’s Sherlock, how Sherlock has a mind palace. He will… appear in a sort of lightbulb dome thing. Whenever he wants to leave, a small opening with appear in the glass, and he can crawl out into an endless world where all his pent up emotions and thoughts can be released. Would canon Logan do this? Probably not. But I mead, idk. This is my story I can do what I want in here, thank you very much. Ok fourth wall break over~ :)

Logan laid down at the bottom of his dome. His spot. His safe place. He watched as his thoughts formed into ideas on the outside, and if he disliked them they morphed into his preference.

The garden left, replaced with a library. The books in the library disappeared, turning into plants and small, strange, caged creatures. The lights changed colour many times before settling on a simple white glow. The table morphed, turning into the silliest designs that were not at all practical. Cups of coffee arranged themselves neatly on the table, before they changed into a hot chocolate, with whipped cream and marshmallows, even with a pumpkin spice powder, which turned into chocolate powder at the sour glance Logan gave it. No, he did not like pumpkin spice and hot chocolate together. He sighed, sitting down on the wooden chair that changed under his rear end into a soft shark chair. He prefered that. It was squishy and comfortable, like his bean bag, shaped like a typical chair, and with a shark design printed onto it. How could he not?

One of the small critters open the cage and leaped from the shelf onto the table beside him. It had the basic shape of a small monkey, but it’s fur was black, it’s eyes were shining gold, and it had four arms instead of two. It pushed one of the mugs towards Logan, who drank from it, ignoring how the steam clouded his glasses. The monkey let out a chirp, leaping onto the shelves again to release a small bird. The bird looked dull and grey from the outside, with some browns mixed in, black eyes, and a long, pointed beak. But it waddled out, and spread it wings, revealing an array of reds and oranges and pinks and blues.

It flew towards the top of the library, with the monkey giving loud shrieks and cheers for the bird as Logan simply glanced up, unbothered and unfazed by its beauty. This was his favorite place to think of. The bird and monkey held a special place in his heart. The other creatures did, too, but the two were his personal favorites. He set the mug down, wiped his lip, and stood up as the monkey clung onto his arm and the bird landed on his shoulder. He began to walk towards a separate door, one off to the side of the library, hidden by the shelves. The other animals started to shriek, a loud cry to be let out. But no, not today. He reached for the handle of the door as the cries grew pained. The second he walked out of that door, they would all die. All the plants and animals, they would turn into nothing but dust. Yet, when he would eventually return, they would be alive again. That’s what happened to them all, even the two he was currently carrying, they would all meet that fate anyways, when he would have to leave. He wished he could bring them with him, but for obvious reasons, such as them not being real and also because of how many there were, he couldn’t. He didn’t like it, not at all, but it’s just what happened.

The door opened and the cries dimmed away as he walked through and into another garden, not like the one that had turned into the library. No, this one was more special. There were small trees growing everywhere, with silver leaves and ruby trunks. Small flowers blossomed upon his arrival, revealing lightning bugs that glowed like fairy lights of all different colours. A breeze drifted by, swaying the teal grass that, from experience, tasted like sour candy. Bushes of small, indigo berries grew beside the trees, lining a path made of mixed gems that let to a gigantic tree. It was a baobab tree, thick and tall. It’s trunk was ivory and it’s leaves were a bright emerald green colour, and even though there was a large room carched through the center, it still lived on beautifully.

Logan followed to path to the side of the large tree. When he made it to a certain point, he stepped off the path and into the shrubbery, crouching into a carved hole near the bottom of the trunk. Inside were floating lanterns, and carved shelves lined with books and framed pictures and half eaten snacks. There was an opening at the top, where then canopy let filtered sunlight fall onto a pillow. He settled himself in the pillow, letting the monkey and the bird roam the place they had made together, many, many years ago.

Though he could never think of absolutely any of these things on his own, he was glad Roman could have. They had all made ideas together to make a room filled with a grand world. It was back when they were still King, when Logan wasn’t yet Logic, when Morality was nothing but Kindness. He made this space, and the separate variations, out of old ideas they had scrapped. Anything that wasn’t a kingdom was scrapped. Peaceful creatures, scrapped. Flavours, foods, animals, stories, all scrapped, all kept by Logan. He would never admit it, but those were his favourite times. When he didn’t feel the need to be serious, when dark and light sides were teams they made for games and nothing more, holding no meaning, when there weren’t any fights. It was so much simpler then. He missed it.

He heard a knock. It was loud, echoey, meaning it came from the real world. His time to dwell on the past was up. He shouldn’t have even done it in the first place. It was stupid of him to think he even wanted it. No, no he didn’t. He clearly didn’t.

When his eyes opened in the real world, they were wet. Why had he been crying? There was nothing to be sad about. Besides, he doesn’t get sad. He doesn’t feel.

He pushed himself upright, wiping his eyes and fixing his glasses. He held up an illusion to hide the bags that still remained under his eyes. He adjusted his tie and pulled down his wrinkled shirts, opening the door.

“Ah, Virgil, is it time already?” he asked, sounding completely unamused.

“Yep.” Virgil gave a small smile to him before his expression changed. “Actually, the time passed. We’re still watching movies, of course, but I… did come in earlier. You were asleep and I didn’t want to bother you, but you looked really tired. Are you ok?” Virgil’s voice was drenched in concern, his eyes filled with a deep worry, so deep, in fact, the ocean would be jealous.

“Of course,” Logan said, trying to stay calm. “Why wouldn’t I be? Not getting enough sleep would be illogical, and it is important. That is, if that’s what you were meaning.”

Virgil stared at him blankly, with an unreadable expression. He said nothing as he turned and started walking to the living room, Logan following close behind him.

Currently, they were halfway through Fantasia. Devon was curled up and the end of the couch, hugging a small pillow and staring intently at the T.V. Roman was beside him, sitting with his legs crossed, his head resting in one of his hands, also staring intently at the screen. Patton was at the other end of the couch, in his cat onesie and sitting with his legs up to his chest. Upon seeing Virgil, he smiled brightly, making grabby hands at him.

Virgil smirked, walking behind the couch to meet Patton, settling between the others legs as he clung on tightly. Logan walked over, nudging Devon to move over a little. He looked up at Logan before he sat up, sitting upright and still hugging the pillow. When Logam sat down, Devon laid across his lap contently.

He sighed, upset he couldn’t sneak back into his room if Devon didn’t move(which was likely). He started absentmindedly running his hands through the other’s curly hair. It was soft, and had no knots. It felt nice, and his scalp was warm. Devon started backing into Logan, enjoying the feeling. He softly let out some noises that sounded close to a purr. Logan knew he would likely regret this, but he didn’t stop.

The others looked over occasionally, but made no comments. By the time Cinderella was over, Logan had a sleeping snake in his lap. He felt tired himself, cursing himself mentally. Devon was warm, much like a blanket, and his breathing was rhythmic and very calming. There was pain in his legs, sharp and burning. But before he could react to the feeling of it seering into his thigh, his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, he was back in his bubble again.

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forehead-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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A Buncha Tag Games (and yet not all of them)

tagged by: @eggyukhei mwah

tagging: this is a LOT of games so i’ll only tag @atinyphobe @nsheetee and @veonjun for the SECOND (2nd) game. if they or anybody wants to do any of the other games, absolutely go for it and say i tagged you <3 i’d love to see what you guys say!! (also, tk if you felt like you wanted to answer my questions from the second game i’d be interested to see!)

One:

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

ok SO the song that probably got me into rv 100% (also yes ik this blog is 99% nct but rv is my forever fave no question) was probably ice cream cake!! i had been a casual listener of many groups up until that point and had never really stanned anyone, but icc was so infectious i found myself watching it over and over. i had heard happiness and be natural before but hadn’t really listened too closely, so icc was the song that captured me. after that, dumb dumb only cemented my love for them more, and the red is still one of my favorite kpop albums to date. rv attracted me primarily because of their incredible vocals and their versatility in genres and concepts. i still get so excited wondering what they’ll tackle next!! they’re just soooo unique and have one of, if not the best discographies of any group. i cannot stress enough, I. Love. RV!! also they’re funny and gay so. anyway stream monster once it drops uwu

Two:

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

1. what is your favorite song that’s been released during quarantine? ooooo honestly??? probably something off of Sawayama. literally every song bangs so hard i highly recommend that album to anyone!! i can’t pick a favorite off it but who’s gonna save you now is awesome and xs is just,,, chef’s kiss

2. what is your greatest mishap when you tried cooking? (or something you’ve witnessed) one time, while making soup at my late grandmother’s house on her like gas stove, i put a lid on a pot and somehow that led the pot to be engulfed in flames. IN MY DEFENSE i was like 7, and i’m great at cooking/baking now

3. what’s your go-to outfit or article of clothing? oh i love a nice dress. they can be casual or formal, and you look like you put effort into your outfit except i didn’t because i didn’t have to match anything yo!!!! also shorts have trouble fitting me cause i’m a weird body type so dresses tend to be very comfy for me

4. what is your comfort food? am i allowed to say like all food??? eating in itself is comforting,,, that sounds depressing but also i just like eating yummy food. i guess i’d say like my dad’s fried rice?? its my fave and no one makes it like him soooo

5. what singular moment in your life would you like to relive? i couldn’t tell if this meant like, a good moment you want to re-experience or go back in time and redo a moment and fix it. it’s kind of a hard question so i might cop out and go with a bit of a silly answer: i want to relive the hi touch with astro...... i wanna look at rocky’s beautiful eyes and touch moonbin’s hand ok,,,,

6. what is your favorite line and/or character from a movie, show, or book? i got a bunch but a few off the top of my head are genie lo (the epic crush of genie lo), ty lee, suki (atla), klaus, and ben (umbrella academy)

7. if you could only choose one ice cream flavor and pizza topping/style for the rest of your life, what would it be? ice cream flavor: this very specific one from a local store that is banana ice cream with strawberries and oreo mixed in. it is heaaaavenly. as for pizza topping, i love a breakfast type pizza with an egg on top and like sausage and stuff!!!

8. what is the worst injury you’ve ever had or witnessed? funny enough, i’ve actually gotten badly injured quite a few times, and always on the face!! god hates me. the worst was probably when i hit a metal bench with my face and it took a chunk out of my cheek. i still have the scar! as for “witnessed” i accidentally broke a grown man’s rib once as a child, so i guess that would count.

9. would you rather explore the unknown of space or the bottom of the ocean? oceaaaan!! i answered this in some other game, but i like how mysterious and yet close the ocean is. like proximity wise it’s so near, yet there’s an insane amount we know nothing about. that’s so frightening but so intriguing

10. if you could be any cartoon character, who would you be? my first thought was literally “kirby. eat fast” GOD my followers are gonna think i’m just a glutton and they’re not even gonna be wrong im dying. but uhh idk mulan or smth?

my questions:

what is your go-to feel good movie?

are you the type of person who’s indecisive about buying, or the type to impulse buy once you see something you like?

do you prefer chocolate-y or fruity candy?

what idol do you think is most similar to you? (not your bias necessarily)

do you have any silly dealbreakers? if so, what are they?

what do you do to unwind?

what is a small thing you like to do for people you love? (be it sending memes, remembering their favorite shows, etc)

what’s/who’s your favorite myth/mythological being?

what is a non-typical pet you would want to have?

do you say pronounce data as day-ta or dah-ta?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

the ultimate tag: answer whichever ones you want to because there are a lot and then tag a few blogs you’d like to get to know better!

PERSONAL

name: sarah

nickname: bells

birthday: april 17th

zodiac: aries

nationality: chinese american

languages: english, some spanish, some korean

gender: female

sexuality: baby bi bi bi~

height: 5′10

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: i suppose nct since i write for them the most?? but i feel like sometimes i come up with the idea before i think of a member so sometimes the muse is just my own fantasies oops

meaning behind my url: i made it at a time where loads of idols were getting bangs and honestly i believe most of them look infinitely better without them, thus i was and still am enthusiastic about foreheads.

blog established: like winter of 2018...?? i think

followers: over 2.5k but most deactivated/left during my hiatus lol

FAVORITES

favourite animals: sharks, chickens, snakes, cats, penguins

favourite books: the epic crush of genie lo and then iron will of genie lo, PERIOD

favourite colour: pink and purple!!

favourite fictional characters: lol, again, genie lo, ty lee, suki, klaus, ben, and just a few more: richard and evelyn o’connell (the mummy), dave (dave), michael (the good place)

favourite flower: sunflower

favourite scent: baking chocolate, heating butter, blackberry, wisteria

favourite season: probably spring! i like warmth but not HEAT

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: ugh idek i sleep horribly

cats or dogs: both, but unfortunately i’ve never had either

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea but then hot chocolate

current time: 5:29pm

dream trip: go to paris and eat loads of pastries and enjoy the fashions and beauty of the city, and also learn to bake better maybe?

dream job: actress

hobbies: making jewelry, drawing, singing, reading comics

hogwarts house: according to the quizzes, all of them. people who have just met me think slytherin or gryffindor, people who i’m friends with think ravenclaw or hufflepuff, people who know me really well know you can’t box a person into oversimplified archetypes :’) in my assessment of myself, it varies by the day, but i think perhaps gryffindor today?

last movie watched: hot fuzz (a classic)

last song listened to: summer breeze by sf9

no. of blankets you sleep with: like 2

random fact(s): i won lego building competitions as a child, one of my dream roles is anastasia from the musical named after her, i played violin for a very short time, i bake the cakes for all my family and friends’ birthdays, i have strangely strong grip strength

SIX

10 songs i can’t stop listening to:

love me 4 me- rina sawayama

cherry- rina sawayama

in & out- red velvet

crush culture- conan gray

manic- conan gray

the king- conan gray

summer- pentagon

told you now- jeremy jordan (originally sung by sam smith)

fuck this world (interlude)- rina sawayama

someone who loves me- sara bareilles

#these were sooooooooooo fun!!#thank you for tagging me eggy #i feel like i maybe exposed myself for being a gluttonous fool tho #lmaoooo #fr tho try these games out!! so fun #sarah.tmi #tag games

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mothman-dan · 5 years ago

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Uh, ok here goes. If watched your flipnote animation "the moss" like 23 times the past few days and (if you have the time/energy, that is) I'd love to know more about Respawn. Your timelines are pretty cool, but the characters… I gotta know more!!

Sure thing!! I cant say TOO much but here’s some things (under the cut):

–MAIN STORY–Kris Verdego:- The only human relevant to the story outside of flashbacks.- Hes a tired and grumpy boy.- A cop.- He has a big gun sword because in the future no one can tell him he can’t have a gun sword.

Toxic:- Green Blood- Lives with Kris.- MOSTLY stays out of the way of Kris’s shit because he doesn’t want to be caught up in it yet. - His scarf? is also a sword. Think kinda like Ivy’s sword from soul caliber but it doesn’t really break apart.- He did some VERY QUESTIONABLE THINGS back on namulia.

Blackjack:- Black Blood- Best friends with Toxic and used to be really good friends with Topaz- He likes to play cards and gamble. - Lives in an old rundown retail shop.- Hes also good friends with Candy and watches over Suroh occasionally during the day since he doesn’t have a job.

Sho: - Brown Blood- 50% gremlin, 50% creature- Hes kinda tech support for the group that hes in.- He bought his metal arms and upgraded them himself to help work on tech stuff.- Hes a cranky little man.

Duska: - Red Blood (human color)- co-leader of her group- She likes shirts and what not, which most namulians don’t since they’re very uncomfortable to wear over their bio-shirts- She owns like, a lot of guns, like, 4.- Ready to throw down at any time.

Topaz:- Red Blood (Bright)- Suroh’s protector- His respawn caused a glitch in the system and now it doesn’t recognize when he respawns, causing him to be able to respawn infinitely instead of just twice.- Used to be gambling buddies with Blackjack before he was assigned to Suroh.- Has 4 wings instead of 2

Candy:- Pink Blood- Lives with Volts and Suroh. - Suroh’s (adoptive) mother.- Runs a little deli in the city. - Has a motorcycle that Volts built for her. It runs on a renewable energy source from Namulia.

Suroh: - Light blue Blood- Has lived for quite a long time, but due to dying at a young age is only about 11- Topaz!! is her best friend!! : D!!- But!! she doesn’t like how “mean” he can get sometimes!!- Small enough to climb you like a tree and WILL climb you like a tree.

Cosmic:- Blue-Green Blood- Was crushed when he died so the Respawn system didn’t know how to really make a new body for him, so it just kinda shot out jelly shit.- Due to this he often changes what he looks like due to being bored or wanting to find whats the most comfortable form to be in.- Part of the group that Duska and Sho are in. - He comes off as creepy but hes a genuinely nice guy.

Volts:- Yellow Blood- Suroh’s (Adoptive) Father (Not dating/Married to candy.)- Also a cop, but higher ranking than Kris.- Has ADHD- Seems kinda stoic at first but hes just a guy in dad shorts making dad jokes.

WhiteJack:- White Blood- The mayor.- Hes a tiny little guy, like just above 4 feet tall. - Gets VERY PISSY VERY QUICKLY- He made himself a giant robot (for protection of course!)

– CHARACTERS FROM OTHER PARTS OF THE STORY–

Frog:- Blue-Green Blood- Hes just a normal guy who got caught up in some bad crap- His rare wings and tail made him very “desirable” for higher ups on Namulia.- Just wants to help his friend Sabre out for now- Hes pretty much got the mindset of an anime protagonist.Horus:- Grey-Blue Blood- Shes your buff grandma. - Dating Chaoul and WILL beat up people for her.- Hasn’t really lived on Namulia for too long.- Shes FULL OF ENERGY!

Chaoul:- Purple Blood- Shes a metal vocalist, but does some other song genres on the side too.- Shes often on tour so Horus doesn’t get to see her too much (And coincidentally isn’t seen much in the story)

Sabre:- Lime Green Blood- The leader of his city but also a scientist. - and by scientist I mean mad scientist this man has killed.- Researching into what causes the glitch where namus spawn at the same time (and end up fusing together)

Jimmy: - Pink Blood.- First Namu to make it to earth (well, at least in a long time).- Also a scientist.- Tired, just wants to figure out why they exist- A bit of a rebel.

Star:- Yellow Blood. - Jimmy’s best friend- Sticks more to the rules of Namulia than he does. - Just wants to live life happily on Namulia with her friend.

--MINOR CHARACTERS--

Miter: King of the central area of NamuliaThe Executioneer: the executioner

The last two characters, Pyrite and Katie, are walking spoilers (Katie more than pyrite as I cant even draw him) So I cant really describe them.

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guynamedultimax · 6 years ago

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Smash Characters and people who main them

So, I was thinking about who mains certain Smash characters. Aaaand I got these ideas.

Mario: Probably Mickey Mouse. Or Emmet from the Lego Movie franchise idk

DK: Surely not King Kong because he has big hands and would break a Joy-Con just by touching it, not even a GameCube controller is safe. 100% Winston from Overwatch is the candidate, even better if he takes the blue DK skin lol

Link: Sora. This one is easy as hell.

Samus: Tony Stark is the first option that comes to mind.

Dark Samus: And since Rhodes can’t use Samus, might as well use the OTHER Samus lol

Yoshi: It is canonically stated in Deltarune that Asriel Dreemurr mains him and loves him to death.

Fox: I’m not sure how a red pirate fox animatronic holds a Joy-Con or two but probably Foxy from FNAF is the perfect main here.

Pikachu: It’s either Agumon or Jibanyan, too easy. Also put Jibanyan in Smash Sakurai pls

Luigi: Probably Donald Duck to parallel Mickey, the only difference between the two would be that Donald has a short temper while Luigi is a cowardly lion (and the plumber-sailor thing)

Ness: *MEGALOVANIA AND GAME THEORY INTRO INTENSIFIES* Ok jokes aside I think John Egbert and/or Sans are good candidates as Smash main.

Captain Falcon: Raphael, the red turtle from the Teena- wait why am I explaining an obvious character. His bros collectively main another character.

Jigglypuff: D.Va, full stop. She is a bunny person but may also love a Jigglypuff (now I want a drawing of Hana hugging the Puff help me)

Peach: Sooo, let’s see...Mickey has Mario... Donald has Luigi... I think you know where I’m going with this one.

Daisy: OH GOD I JUST REALIZED THAT DAISY DUCK MAINS PRINCESS DAISY, IT’S A “HI I’M-DAISY-CEPTION!”

Bowser: Is there any drawing of Bowser cosplaying as Peg-Leg Pete and viceversa? I’d die for that, it would be hella funny, especially with Mario and Mick dying from laughter in the distance.

Ice Climbers: Hmmm...twins...you can use them to make icy puns...I KNOW! IT’S GEORGE AND FRED

Sheik: Literally any of the ninjas from Lego Ninjago, bonus points for Lloyd.

Zelda: I have literally no damn ide-oh wait. I can use literally any blonde Disney princess lol

Dr. Mario: Undecided between Sorcerer Apprentice!Mickey and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

Pichu: Shogunyan makes the most sense to me. I don’t know a lot about any other Digimon so I’m sorry if I don’t have Digimon ideas for Pichu.

Falco: I don’t know why but the thought of Chica maining Falco makes me laugh. Not that I ship Fox and Falco, of course, but seeing my FNAF OTP using two best pals looks funny enough to me

Any Fire Emblem character that is not Robin or Corrin: I literally have no damn idea.

Young Link: The first one that came to mind was Kenny from South Park and I don’t know, don’t even ask me

Ganondorf: I can just see Gamora giving Thanos a copy of Smash for the Switch and him curbstomping people as Ganondorf

Mewtwo: I still think that Beerus is an AU version of Mewtwo. If Beerus wasn’t a lazy dickhead maybe he would have been similar to Mewtwo.

Mr. Game & Watch: Bendy. Just, Bendy. And not even moster Bendy, just, regular Bendy.

Meta Knight: I wonder how much does Bruce Wayne play Smash when he is not being Batman. Although it’s probably possible that his favourite is Brawl.

Pit: I can just see Tony Stark losing at Smash against Pit and saying: “Fuck you, Barton.” AHAHAHAHAH

Dark Pit: This is for Hawkeye post-Decimation. Sorry if u lost ur family pal. Really sorry. I wanna kick Thanos in the groin for this.

Zero Suit Samus: Of course Natasha Romanoff mains Zero Suit Samus. Fanservice girl for fanservice girl.

Wario: I know Roadhog isn’t greedy and doesn’t care a lot about money except for his fee from Junkrat but he looks like the perfect Wario main in my opinion.

Snake: A spy for a spy. The name is Snake. Solid Snake. *mashup of James Bond theme and Encounter plays in the distance*

Pokèmon Trainer: Literally Ash Ketchum is the only possible choice here.

Diddy Kong: Uuuuh, the Apes from Ape Escape. Yup.

Lucas: Ok listen up, it’s Darwin Watterson. A squishy adorable fish boi for an adorable psychic blondie kid. It’s the perfect matchup! Almost...(Thank god Ninten is not yet in Smash)

Sonic: Me. What, can’t I reclaim one of my mains? The fella here introduced me to gaming with Sonic Rivals on the PSP. Thank god I didn’t buy a PS3 or ‘06.

Dedede: King Candy from Wreck-It Ralph. At least before he reveals himself as the fucker known as Turbo.

Olimar: Keroro from Sgt. Frog. Don’t ask.

Lucario: Sasuke? Idk

R.O.B.: Shared between C-3P0, R2-D2 and BB-8. Easy.

Wolf: Idk Boris the Wolf? I really dunno I suck at this.

Toon Link: Happy from Fairy Tail. JUST LOOK AT HOW MUCH OF A CAT TOON LINK DOES LOOK LIKE

Villager: Chara from Undertale. I don’t need to explain this.

Mega Man: Give me any blue Power Ranger.

Wii Fit Trainer: Hard one. I have no idea help

Rosalina and Luma: IT’S TINKERBELL

Little Mac: *Rocky theme intensifies* ROCKYYYYYYYYYYY BALBOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAA

Greninja: Naruto full stop

Palutena: Cosmos from FF Dissidia.

Mii Fighters: The Xbox avatars. I think this one was pretty obvious.

Pac-Man: Donnie, Mikey and Leo all collectively main Pac. Best part they stop literally any attempt from Raph to spam Falcon Punches lol.

Robin: *Hedwig’s Theme intensifies*

Shulk:...Kirito?

Bowser Jr.: My other main, the one I use the most. For you, I shall summon the perfect main! *Lancer pops out from nowhere*

Duck Hunt: It’s Pluto. You know, Mickey’s dog? Jeez, why doesn’t Disney focus a little more on Pluto?

Ryu: KAME....HAME...HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ken: *insert Vegeta reference here*

Cloud: FINAL FANTASY TIME, COME ON AND GRAB YOUR FRIENDS, WE’LL GO TO VERY DISTANT LAANDS, WITH JAKE THE DOG AND FINN THE CLUD STRIFE MAIN- ok enough I think you understood the reference.

Corrin: Danaerys Tyrgaryen. Did...did I write that right? I really dunno

Bayonetta: *Insert Dante quote here*

Inkling: de Blob. You...you don’t know de Blob? You should go check that game, it’s fire.

Ridley: Smaug. I know, I’m out of ideas.

Simon: Van Helsing, of course.

Richter: ...I HATE WHEN i AM OUT OF IDEAS

King K. Rool: Does Godzilla count? Or is he a King Kong issue? Ok no wait, any member from the Croc tribe of Legends of Chima is fine

Isabelle: Lucy Heartphilia, easy.

Incineroar: Ok, listen up, before I get in this one, I DO NOT SHIP ISABELLE WITH INCINEROAR. That being said.....Natsu. I can just imagine him and Lucy playing Smash in such an intense way while Happy just plays calmly and beats both lol

Pirahna Plant: Actually the first one that came to mind and gave me the idea for this post. Pennywise the Dancing Clown. Cause, you know, teeth.

Joker: Robin Hood. I know Joker is not an archer user but the gentleman thief thing is there after all

Sorry for the long post, here is the word “potato”. See ya next time and if you have any ideas for missing characters I’d be glad to get them

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momestuck · 6 years ago

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Epilogues: Candy, ch 39-40 (Epilogue 8) and Postscript

We’re at the final stretch.

At this point it may just be that I’m hungry and have been reviewing this thing all day, but I’m certainly ready for it to end.

...though after reading it, I was not in fact ready for any of this.

Chapter 39

Dave and Jade, on the frontier of the Resistance - a dead-end position Karkat put them in to keep them out of harms way and avoid any possibility of Heroic death. Shitty liberties are back.

OK so this chapter goes places I was not even ready for. What the fuck V!?

Barack Obama is in this chapter. As a hologram AI or something. Oh god, was this an element of that godawful horrible alternate-history that Hussie wrote that one time?

Obama here is playing the role of like, noble old wise dude giving wisdom to the hero. Which is kind of something... Obama has been rather demythologised these days as people point to things like ‘record numbers of deportations’ and ‘weekly signing off on a list of assassination targets’ and ‘never actually closing Guantanomo’ as parts of his legacy (to list just a few that spring to mind!) but anyway here he’s basically King Arthur or something.

We learn that Obama stumbled on a lab with a transporter pad and went to the Medium and a whole bunch of shit and died a Heroic death and god this is far too late to be revealing all this!!

it just goes on... heavily implying that Dirk and Obama fucked, for example. as a device to drop some ‘wisdom’ about like, gender and sexuality are what we make of them, it’s.................. fucking something

so... and I have a kind of pained expression just typing this... Obama makes Dave absorb his ‘ultimate self’ into one body, all the possible timelines, which kills him... but then takes his ‘ascended essence’ and places it into a robot body, containing (I guess) all possible permutations of Dave, without any of the doubts.

literally what, V

literally what

Chapter 40

This better be good for making me sit through all this bullshit lol

So we get back to alt-Calliope, who explains a little about how this inconsequential world is being held up only by her own supply of gravity or something.

JADE: what you’ve described is a state of empirical ennui resulting from the material circumstances here.

JADE: but the material circumstances of this world have no objective existential value.

JADE: this world, unlike the canonical horrors from which it is hermetically insulated, will always fail to meet the combined criteria for truth, relevance, and essentiality that would endow this realm with any real gravity.

JADE: its own naturally occurring supply of gravity, rather than the artificial supply i have given it.

JADE: as such, what transpires here is characterized by experiential frivolity.

JADE: physically, it is cordoned off by the black hole’s event horizon. it is safe. untouchable.

JADE: inescapable.

ARADIA: that sounds ominous

JADE: it cannot be ominous because it cannot truly be anything with tangible significance.

JADE: one could describe it as a phantasmal projection confined within my horizon.

JADE: it was created by a choice that made it possible for that horizon to expand infinitely, to consume infinitely.

JADE: and since that choice could not coexist with canon events, this place manifested to here to support its consequences.

JADE: if this world were capable of anything either essential, relevant, or true in some stable combination, then it would perpetuate a corrosive paradox.

JADE: as such, insulation from what is out there, and the inescapable well it rests in, is what protects all it holds inside.

The ‘choice’ must then be John’s choice of ‘Candy’, which meant the black hole would never stop growing, because LE would never be defeated? Which like, would have made Earth paradoxical, but instead Earth C got tucked into a little protected pocket artificially upheld by Calliope? Something like that fuck

Anyway, the ‘Prince’ that Calliope was so worried about is not Caliborn (who I now recall was a Lord), but Dirk (who is after all Prince of Hope). Dirk apparently ‘removed himself from this reality’ in order to ‘consolidate his power’; he ‘cannot threaten this world’ but, I guess, threatens something else... or in fact ‘the entire canvas of reality over a given cosmic span’.

To explain this, Calliope attempts to explain the nature of stories. She presents the same story - a very condensed story of the Signless, i.e. ‘a martyr died and said fuck’, in two different ways. This is presented as: in her dialogue colour (fixed width font, red), and in the narration font (black serif font).

Calliope’s point seems to be: we interpret a story very differently when it’s told to us with the neutral voice of narrative authority, and as a specific voice that might represent ‘an agenda’. Once a story comes to be seen being a ‘voiced’ rather than ‘voiceless’ story, she maintains that it becomes corrupted - it throws the rest of the story in a more doubtful light, I guess.

So trying to connect this back... it seems that, if Dirk (who’s still dead?) can make the story seem not so much authoritative as written with an agenda, he can in effect be destroying it? If he assumes control, and makes it a ‘voiced’ story? Though how the hell is he to accomplish that?

What the fuck did the Obama chapter have to do with anything in that case? There’s no room to explore the implications of these massive declarations?

And also on an extra-narrative level: this story that we’re reading is very obviously ‘voiced’, and has been from the beginning. Like Brechtian theatre, it’s constantly drawing attention to its artificiality. I’m never not conscious of Hussie, of V, of Cephied, etc. ... what is there to undermine, here?

Well, we just have a postscript left. No sense waiting I guess?

Postscript

What we have here is... the mysterious fembot that Dirk was building, ironing his ‘anime’ god tier uniform, on a spaceship far away from Earth C...

She’s not his maid - just bored. And she’s someone who rode on the meteor, apparently. So who does that leave...

Whoever it is, her body is on the wall. It’s beaming her consciousness out from the sleeping body to control the robot.

The mysterious woman turns out to be... ‘Rosebot’. Which means the Rose who was left behind on Earth C, who featured throughout the plot, lost her connection to the broader ‘meta Rose’ because... she’s not the same Rose anymore? She’s a different Rose? I’m so confused.

We have a sleeper!Rose on the ship, Rosebot who is being controlled by sleeper!Rose, and also EarthC!Rose who’s living a happy life with Kanaya, notwithstanding the genocidal war she’s embroiled in.

Rose and Dirk are planning to... settle a new planet, in order to create a new SBurb session. To what end? Well, uh.

To what end????

I don’t fucking know, because that right there is the end of Candy!

That’s the Epilogue? That’s like the first book in an entire new trilogy. How in the heck is Meat supposed to bring all this to some kind of ‘satisfying’ conclusion............

conclusion

honestly what did i just read lol. still a little overwhelmed

whatever it is, I think it absolutely deserves the dubious honour of being ‘more Homestuck’... with all that entails

not quite sure I was ready for Dirk to become the scheming anime mastermind behind the whole plot, but here we go

i’ve done enough of this for today. some day soon (tomorrow perhaps!), we’ll get to the ‘meat’ of the story...

#momestuck

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years ago

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The Ring and The Cure: Part 9

Pairings: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2,021

A/N: Repost to spread it out the way it should be.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

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"Daddy, it's super special park day!" Candice yelled as she ran into your bedroom at nearly the crack of dawn. You and you husband groaned before your little angel clambered onto the bed and threw herself on Crowley.

"Oh fuckin..." He groaned. You yanked the blanket up to your chin to hide your lack of attire, reached over and whacked his arm as your daughter's face turned to a look of shock.

"Oooo! Mommy, daddy said a bad word!" She said and Crowley glared at her.

"Tattletale." He teased as he tickled her sides causing her to squeal and flail on the bed; sending limbs flying everywhere. He let her squirm for a minute before the two of them got silent for a moment.

"Don't do it." You said without even opening your eyes only seconds before your daughter attacked you with tickles while Crowley made sure the blanket didn't get pulled down. "Alright I'm up!" You squealed. The two of them laughed and you shook your head and looked at your not so little girl. "Happy Birthday, Candi Cane." Her face lit up with a giant smile and she looked at her dad expectantly.

"Is it your birthday? No, you had one last year you don't get one this year!" He said as he pulled himself up to lean against the head board and he put an extra pillow on his lap.

"Daddy! It's my birthday every year!" She whined and Crowley put his left arm across his body, rested his right elbow on his wrist and stroked his chin as if he was debating this new information.

"Well I suppose I will allow it." He smiled at her and pulled her onto his lap for a big hug. He looked over at you and smiled as his little princess squeezed him tight. "I love you. Merry Christmas." He mouthed and you returned the sentiment as you reached out and rubbed your hand on his thigh.

"Can we go to the park now?" Candice asked. You laughed and rolled out of bed to dart to the bathroom as Crowley distracted his daughter from noticing her naked mother dashing across the room. It only took a moment of convincing before Crowley got Candice to go get her new birthday dress on before he dipped into the bathroom behind you.

"We need to stop falling asleep naked no matter how good the sex is." You said as you tossed him his robe and he shrugged it on and stood behind you. He snaked his arms around your waist and untied your robe as he hummed.

"Honestly, I prefer this view." He cooed as he rested his head on your shoulder and held your robe open. You rolled your eyes and began to brush your teeth as his eyes wondered up and down your body.

"Take a picture; it'll last longer." You teased through a mouthful of toothpaste and his eyes found yours in the mirror.

"Why would I need a picture when I have the real thing?" He asked as he closed your robe for you and kissed your neck. You laughed and leaned your head against his.

"You're such a sap, baby." You teased and he bit you lightly before standing up.

"My apologies my Queen. I'll tone down the snappiness." He teased as he walked past and spanked you; causing you to squeal and spit toothpaste on your mirror.

"Oooo! Look what you did!" You taunted and he rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Not my fault." He said as he walked out to the room to get ready for the day. You sighed and rinsed you mouth out before following after him to find something Christmas-y for your first dysfunctional family holiday.

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"Are you sure you're ok with this darling?" Crowley asked as you finished packing presents in different bags; some to be taken to the bunker and others to be left at home for later for ‘Santa’ and you shrugged.

"What am I gunna do, say no? I mean... kinda put my own foot in my mouth in this situation. I'm doing this out of a courtesy over a real 'want' at this point." You shrugged and stood up. "Personally, I don't care if we spend time with them. Is it weird because I don't know them all that well? Yea, but that can change over time. Would I prefer not to... you know... share? Absolutely but again, that comes back on me. So to answer your question, yes and no but it is what it is and I will get used to it once I get to know them a little better."

"Trust me, darling, I wish we didn't have to either. Bear in mind we can change the terms if you need to..." You shook your head and grabbed the bags of birthday and Christmas presents that were going to the bunker.

"I couldn't do that now. I may not like it but I couldn't do that kind of damage to someone. I mean there is torture and then there is TORTURE and I just couldn't do that to them. I just couldn't." You said as you put the bag of stuff from ‘Santa’ on the side of your bed so Crowley could pop home while you were at the park to put them under the tree. He sighed and grabbed the other bag and headed out of the bedroom to find Candice.

“It is a lot more fun than you would expect it to be, darling.” He said casually over his shoulder and you shook your head.

“Yea, I leave the torturing to the demon King thanks. Candice, let’s go!” You didn’t have to wait two seconds before she came running out of her room in her red and white striped sweater dress, black leggings and black UGG boots and her candy cane striped park necklace already around her neck. You picked her up and gave her a kiss on the nose as Crowley transported you to the park by the bunker. The boys were already there waiting and the moment she saw her uncles, she shoved herself out of your arms and ran over to them to announce that it was her birthday.

“I think we may spoil her a bit.” Crowley said as the two of you walked over to Sam and Dean to say hello before Crowley took the gifts to the bunker quickly.

“Did you get any good presents from Santa?” Sam asked as he crouched down in front of your daughter. She laughed and shook her head.

“No silly! Santa has to go to Hell at NIGHTTIME on Christmas cause the chimney is too long. THAT’s why I celebrate my birfday in the MORNING.” She told him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You and Dean both laughed as Sam’s eyebrows shot to his hairline and he nodded; fighting to hold in his laughter. He recovered quickly and his eyebrows furrowed in the middle.

“Well, now I will have to add that to my research notes!” He told her as he tickled her sides. She squirmed away and dashed toward the playground with Sam and Dean right behind her and you smiled.

“I’m going to drop these off at the bunker, love.” Crowley told you. You looked over at him with a smile and gave him a chaste kiss.

“I love you.” He smiled and took a step toward you; pressing his chest against yours.

“Not as much as I love you, kitten.” He gave you another chaste kiss to silence any protests and disappeared before you could say anything else. You chuckled and turned toward the playground to try to get to know the Winchester brothers. You made it only two steps before two men in black suits appeared out of nowhere just off to the right of the playground. Panic flooded your body as the men stalked toward your daughter and the brothers but as soon as you tried to run, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you off the ground.

“Sam!” You screeched as you yanked at the arms that were wrapped around your torso as best as you could. You watched Sam spin around just before he was thrown to the left side of the play area and Dean was thrown in the opposite direction. The sounds of your daughters panicked screams of your name ripped through your soul and you fought even harder to get to her when a saving grace idea came to you.

“Candice, your necklace; break the necklace like daddy taught you, baby!” You screamed only seconds before the man’s hand clamped over your mouth. Your daughter hesitated for a moment as she ducked under a slide to hide. She ripped the necklace off her neck with shaky hands, pulled the draw string open and dumped the contents out onto the mulch in front of her. Your heart lurched as the man that attacked Sam reached out to grab your precious baby girl and you screamed against the hand over your mouth. His fingers were only inches from your daughter’s arms when he suddenly froze and the man tossed you away from him in the same instant. You fell to the ground on your hands and knees and scrambled to your feet as the absolutely livid King of Hell leaned against the slide Candice was hiding under.

“Go ahead. I dare you to pick up my little girl.” He growled at the man who quickly pulled his hand back.

“My King… I didn’t… We thought… the Winchesters…” Crowley simply pinched his fingers together to silence the man before he threw him against a metal pole and it crushed with the impact.

“I don’t want to hear your bloody bullshit that is my child!” He roared as he stepped in between the demon and Candice. With a snap of his fingers, blood began to slowly trickle from the man’s eyes, ears nose and mouth. His face contorted into a look of pure agony and he let out a silenced scream. “Come here, baby girl.” Crowley soothed as he turned and reached for his daughter under the slide. She scrambled as fast as she could into his arms as sobs wracked her little body. He held her to him and held her face to his neck so she wouldn’t see the demon being tortured on the playground. He tried to sooth her as he walked the short distance between himself and you and passed her off to you while looking at the brothers.

“Boys, take them back. I have some morons to deal with.” You felt a hand fall softly on your lower back and even though you knew you were safe, you still jumped. You turned and looked at Sam’s slightly bloodied face. He smiled weakly and led you back to their Impala as Crowley snapped the other two demons to the middle of the play area. Once you were in the car and Dean had turned it over, the sounds of horrendous screams pierced the air and Dean turned the car’s radio on so Candice wouldn’t hear them.

You held your hysterical daughter as close as you possibly could as the two of you sat in the back seat, curled into each other as if your lives depended on it. You did your best to reassure your little girl that she was safe now and that daddy would take care of it but your voice shook with your own fear and you knew you probably didn’t sound convincing. Neither Winchester said a word until they got back to the bunker. Even at that point they were too shaken up at the idea of losing Candice they were only able to ask if you wanted to lay her down. They gestured you too one of the many bedrooms the bunker and you gave Dean a weak smile and a mouthed ‘thank you’ as he shut the door. The two MacLeod girls lay on the bed, holding each other close and cried themselves to sleep.

Part 10

#Crowley x Reader #The Ring & The Cure

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