#guy in my class liked my cody earrings and fit

[asexualjedi]

Cody’s I drew on the 20th so I’d have time to like make a final version as a painting or an inked drawing with markers added in. Smh. The narcolepsy won.

[jasontoddiefor]

Summary: In a world where the different Jedi sects co-exist, Ahsoka Tano and her Master Obi-Wan Kenobi are waiting for a stranger in the desert.

AN: I have started a new WIP.

Ahsoka had learned quite a lot since she had become her Master’s Padawan. Mostly she had been taught how to fight, take down opponents twice her size, how to defend and protect others by building walls higher than anyone could climb, and not get lost in the screaming, tear-stained horror of war. Perhaps it was not the padawanhood that Ahsoka had imagined, but she wouldn’t trade Obi-Wan for any other Master. He was patient, kind, and never lost his temper with her, even when Ahsoka made a foolish mistake, and the day had been longer than a week.

Her Master always kept busy, running around organizing one thing or another. The evidence of his exhaustion was visible in the bags under his eyes he didn’t quite manage to hide behind meditations anymore. He was relentlessly trying to find a way to end this war earlier, to save more people, to lessen the burden on each and every person he loved. Ahsoka would be glad if they could cease fighting within just a few short months, but even she knew that the chance of peace was dwindling with every life lost on either side.

And they certainly weren’t on Tatooine to talk about peace. At most, they were hoping to negotiate non-involvement from the Hutts – at least superficially, of course the Hutts would continue with their underground dealings, even the GAR relied on it – and use of their hyperspace lanes.

“General, if you don’t mind me asking, who are we waiting for?”

Ahsoka was glad that Cody had spoken up. She wasn’t sure if she would have been able to keep her silence much longer. She hadn’t wanted to pester Obi-Wan with questions, but she was curious why they had landed in the middle of the Force-forsaken desert in the middle of the night and not anywhere near Jabba’s palace.

“We are waiting for an informant,” Obi-Wan said. “An old friend, if you will.”

Ahsoka opened her mouth to ask what kind of friend Obi-Wan had on Tatooine of all places when she saw a figure approaching on a speeder. Immediately, everyone looked up. When a few of the more blaster-inclined clones of their small squadron reached for their weapons, Obi-Wan gave them the hand sign to lay low. They exchanged curious looks but dropped the guns, trusting him completely. Ahsoka hoped that she could inspire such trust in her someday.

The person parked their speeder just outside of their camp. From what Ahsoka could see, they were dressed entirely in dark robes, cut not dissimilar to those of a Coruscanti Jedi, while their face was covered by a dark scarf. Various trinkets hung from their belts and arms, as well as twin blasters, making the barest of noises when they approached the camp. Golden jewelry glinted in the light of their fire, feathers, pouches, bells, and something that could be bones chimed sweetly with the wind. The figure stretched, then they took notice of Obi-Wan. Quicker than Ahsoka could have stopped them, they had crossed the remaining distance and thrown themselves at Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan!”

Her Master just barely managed to keep his balance as he accepted the hug of the other person. They embraced tightly, an eternity passing in which dark leather-gloved fingers dug into her Master’s back, then let go of each other. The figure removed the dark scarf from around their head, let it fall around their neck, revealing tanned skin, a human face, and dark blonde hair that was framed by little golden feathers tugged behind his ears.

The person smiled openly, rolled forward on their toes and only then spoke. “It’s been a while.”

Their voice was surprisingly soft, melodic almost.

“That it has,” Obi-Wan agreed, smiling just as welcoming, the Force lighting up in reciprocal. “It has been too long since we last saw each other, Anakin. Thank you for meeting us here, even if the circumstances are not ideal.”

The newly named Anakin just shrugged. “I was in the area and really, making an extra stop at Tatooine for you is no trouble.”

The two looked ready to forget about just everyone else still standing around the campfire, watching them, and so Ahsoka decided to do her duty and coughed. “Master, would you be so kind as to introduce us?”

“Ah, yes, of course. Apologies, Ahsoka.”

“Ahsoka,” Anakin mumbled, then snapped their fingers, alight with recognition as they faced Obi-Wan. “Your Padawan, correct?”

Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin grinned, pointing at Cody next. “And then that must be Cody. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Anakin Skywalker, he/him.”

He bowed formally with both his feet firm on the ground, one hand clasped over his heart, the other on his back. Delighted, Ahsoka copied the gesture. It had been ages since she’d been at the temple and someone had greeted her with all the respect Jedi usually gave each other.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Ahsoka returned his greeting, still trying to figure out who this Anakin was that her Master had decided to talk to him about her.

“Anakin here is a Teepo Paladin—”

“Sort of,” Anakin interrupted Obi-Wan, tilting his hand and shaking it in a so-and-so matter. “I haven’t been back to our temple in years, so I’m still not technically a Paladin, but still a Knight on their Search…”

He stopped talking when he realized that nobody had any idea of what he was talking about. Ahsoka didn’t know much about the Teepo Paladins. They were a relatively small group, and unlike the Altisian or Corellian Jedi, they hadn’t joined the Republic Army and stayed mostly on their own, following the Force. Ahsoka had learned about them, and all the other groups the ordinary sentient threw under the header Jedi, in her classes, but she’d never actually met a Teepo Jedi.

“Doesn’t matter,” Anakin said, shaking his head. “How can I help you?”

“We need to negotiate with Jabba,” Obi-Wan said, not wasting a single minute. “Do you think you can tell us something that would be useful?”

“Uh,” Anakin put his head in his hands. “Yeah, he’s a bastard and gates my guts. If he sees me around you guys, it’s definitely not going to be pleasant.”

“What did you do to him?” Ahsoka asked, curiosity taking ahold of her tongue before she could stop herself.

Anakin didn’t seem to mind the interruption; he only eagerly continued his narration. “Decided to steal his latest shipment of slaves and then some. With Coruscant, Corellia, and the Altisian bores—”

“Anakin.” Her Master’s voice rang out sharp, reminding Ahsoka of the times he scolded her.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine, the Altisian Jedi all running the Republic army, the rest, who hasn’t sworn allegiance to a planet or a system, is just doing damage control all around. I’ve wrecked a couple dozen pirate ships already, or so it feels, at least. But yeah, long story short, I won’t be able to help with Jabba, but I can provide backup if it goes sideways?”

Obi-Wan sighed, but even so, he still felt happy and comfortable to Ahsoka’s senses as he hadn’t in weeks. “We’ll take what we can get. I’ll call the Council. Do you want to stay with us for the night?”

Anakin gave him a thumbs up. “Already told my mother I was staying. And I brought my own food, so you don’t have to spare your rations. I think I might even have some sweets.” He glanced at Ahsoka and winked conspiringly, making her giggle.

Obi-Wan’s expression softened. “Alright, alright, I see, you’re set for life. Get comfortable then.”

He turned around to walk a little away from the camp, but from the way his shoulders twitched, Ahsoka assumed that he definitely heard Anakin’s shouted: “Not without you!”

As her Master had ordered, everyone who wasn’t on watch gathered around the campfire and broke out the rations. Anakin did, indeed, share his candy with her and handed out more of the local food to the clones.

“My mother packed it,” he said when he shared more of the salt-covered blackberries. “It would be a waste not to share it.”

Sitting around the fire with them, he fit right in despite not looking much like a warrior. If anything, his attire, decorated with trinkets that had to stem from various planets, reminded Ahsoka of a traveler. But if she were to believe his stories, he must be quite the fighter. Ahsoka knew that more and more pirates were growing powerful and influential without Coruscant’s oversight, but she hadn’t known that the other sects had stepped up to deal with it. She wondered if the Council knew. Though, Obi-Wan hadn’t seemed surprised by it, so they were probably aware.

“So, do you not carry a lightsaber?” Ticker, one of the younger clones, asked. “I only see your blasters. I didn’t know Jedi carried those.”

“The Coruscant sect doesn’t,” Anakin agreed and then turned to Ahsoka. “Though, I think you’re still all taught how to? I know Obi-Wan’s wickedly good with a sniper rifle.”

“Of course,” Ahsoka replied quickly. She got her blaster sessions with the best marksmen of the 212th, who all ensured she should be fine if she ever lost her lightsaber.

Not that Ahsoka was planning on it.

“Right, my Order carries blasters additionally to our lightsabers.” He moved his robes and revealed his lightsaber. “I just keep it a little more hidden away. It makes it easier to work sometimes if people don’t see from a mile away that you’re a Jedi.”

Ahsoka found herself agreeing with him. It made sense and she knew that there had been at least five missions that would have been easier if their target hadn’t immediately spotted that she was a lightsaber. She knew that her Order carried the blades openly purposefully so that they could be easily identified, they had to be as they were an officially recognized member of the Republic, but Quinlan and Aayla didn’t. Most Covenant Jedi actually didn’t, ensuring they could do their work in the shadows. Occasionally, Ahsoka wondered whether she was supposed to know so much about how they operated, or if that was just a benefit of Obi-Wan being close friends with Quinlan.

“And where’s the difference between your… everything and the General’s?”

“Don’t ask me for details,” Anakin said. “Haven’t had one of those discussions in a while, but our differences aren’t that huge. Most of the differences stem from the Republic backing of the Coruscant sect, I think. The members of my Order just also carry blasters and fight entirely submerged in the Force. We also don’t really do missions, which sucks for budgeting because we still have to get funding, and just go wherever the Force takes us. We don’t really have the numbers to provoke the big changes, that’s more up Coruscant’s or Corellia’s alley. We try to help the small people on the ground and hope the big guys make sure we can leave one planet in safe hands and travel to the next.”

That sounded familiar to Ahsoka. The Coruscant sect was the largest, so they had the most influence, even if too many Senators only played pretend at listening to their suggestions. At least the Chancellor trusted them.

“What do you mean, fight submerged in the Force?” A different clone, Storytime, ever the curious, spoke up. “Is that different from the General and the Commander?”

“Oh! Right.” Anakin laughed. “So basically, we cover our eyes and ears during a fight?”

“You do what?” Cody’s alarmed tone made Ahsoka only snort. She still remembered his attempt at getting Obi-Wan to wear a little more armor by pointing at the Revanchist folks that had accompanied them on one mission.

It had been an absolute train-wreck, but they had managed to succeed. Somehow.

Anakin only grinned in reply and reached for the golden feathers behind his ears. He took them off, revealing that they were not, in fact, feathers, but electronic devices with small buttons. 

“I tap these, and they block out any and all noise and cover my eyes. Then I trust the Force to keep me safe and tell me where I need to pay attention.”

“That sounds… risky.” If Ahsoka didn’t know better, she’d say that Cody was having a heart attack. His assessment of that fighting style had been exceedingly polite given that he looked as if he wanted to cuss it out.

Anakin shrugged as if it were no big deal to him and, having grown up in such a way, it probably wasn’t. “It wasn’t that difficult to get used to. I grew up here on Tatooine. The sand and the heat steal away plenty of your senses already.”

“You weren’t raised in your temple then?”

Anakin shook his head. “No, not really. We do have a temple, a rather small one, not even a tenth of Coruscant’s size. We raise children there, but most of the time, everyone is just on their Search.”

He emphasized the last word so that Ahsoka concluded it must be a special ritual that wasn’t like their Search for younglings.

“My Master was on his Search when he found me and since the Force didn’t call him home, he continued to travel with me.”

That sounded like a strange childhood to have. Ahsoka hadn’t known anything of the galaxy but the temple walls and Ilum until Obi-Wan had accepted her as his Padawan. Since then, she had seen plenty of other planets, even if she hadn’t had too much time to appreciate their beauty. She wondered how Anakin had gotten his education. Ahsoka had attended many classes of dozens of teachers in the temple. His childhood didn’t appear to resemble hers a lot, but she could easily picture a small human boy trailing after another masked Jedi, chatting with just the same cheer he was talking now.

“Sounds fascinating,” Storytime breathed. 

“Once the war is over, feel free to come to visit us. I know of at least one other Paladin who has attached himself to a Clone squadron and is planning to take them home for a visit at least once.”

“That would be very kind,” Storytime replied.

“No problem.”

Anakin then suddenly turned his head, his motion so rash that the clones instinctually reached for their blasters. Thankfully, they recognized Obi-Wan quickly enough that nobody got hurt accidentally.

Obi-Wan only blinked at them and then sat down next to Anakin. “What a lovely greeting.”

Some of the clones sheepishly packed their blasters away while others just shot back a look that was as dry as Obi-Wan’s words. They were on Tatooine; it made sense to be even more on guard than usual.

“And? What did your Council say?” Anakin asked, handing Obi-Wan a plate with food.

“Coruscant is not taking any responsibility for any outside agents who might get involved in this mission,” Obi-Wan replied, the flow of his words so steady that he had to be reciting the words of another.

“That’s council speak for ‘let him do whatever he wants’, right?”

Obi-Wan paused with his meal to confirm his question. “Yes, Anakin, that means you can do whatever you want. But if you get invited by the Republic for a hearing, we’re not backing you up either.”

“Yes, yes, I had expected nothing else from you sticker-to-the-rules Coruscanti.”

“Says the head-in-the-clouds Teepo,” Obi-Wan retorted in the same manner, matching Anakin’s intonation, quoting old stereotypes that used to be hurled as insults but have since only become something almost akin to terms of endearments.

“So, when are we going to leave?” Ahsoka asked. She wanted to know if she should go to bed early or prepare herself for a long night.

“Tomorrow before the sun rises,” Obi-Wan said, glancing at Anakin for confirmation.

“Yes, best to leave early on Tatooine. I’d also suggest trying to get some sleep. Negotiations will be exhausting.”

Obi-Wan hummed in agreement. “You know what that means, Ahsoka.”

“Yes, yes.” Ahsoka stood up. “Bedtime for me. I’m not a little youngling anymore, Master. I know when to get my sleep.”

She bid them goodnight and headed back towards the ship, ready to sleep curled up in the small med-station of their transport that was as close to a proper bed as she could get. She didn’t know how much longer her Master and his friend stayed up, but both looked well-rested when she got up the next day. Her Master, perhaps, even a little less exhausted than usual.

[infernwetrust]

f**k, i luv my friends [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

BRIEF INTRO: This takes place in alternate universe, combining Cody’s characters Michael, Jim, Duncan (supporting), and Xavier. The 1984 gang is included as well. The Michael for this series is a cross between Sojourn and F&R.

Summary: You and your best friends gather around the beach for some fun. The beginning of this series.

Warnings: A WHOLE LOTTA CUTE SHIT.

WC: 3.0k

A/N: Holy fucking shit I’m so excited to share this massive series I’m working on with you guys. I don’t know what to call it yet so for now under my master list it’ll be called “THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE”. This was inspired by the artist renforshort and her song “f**k, i luv my friends”. There will be PLENTY of smut, angst, fluff, and MORE across this series. I am so unbelievably excited. If you would like to be in my tag list for this series please let me know! My ask box is open, so if you have any ideas or requests for this series, please, please, please ASK ME. There is no plot to this, therefore there are no limitations. Thank you so much for reading! -Juno

You smiled as you took a sip of the drink your boyfriend, Michael had made you. As you sat in the sand between his legs, him laid out on his beach towel, arms behind his head, eyes closed as he breathed in the ocean air. Your smile grew even wider as you scanned the rest of the beach, spotting the rest of your friend group. There was Xavier and his girlfriend Montana, who stood barely in the water, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed slowly under the sunset. Then there was Jim and his girlfriend Brooke who lay on their surfboards lazily, letting the waves carry them away, being careful not to get too far away. And then Chet and Ray, each with a bottle of Jack in their hand, taking sips as they took selfies and laugh at what you were sure were their usual stupid jokes.

You curled your toes as you took another sip, loving the feeling of the sand between them. How did you get this lucky to have this many people in your life that loved you and you loved them too? What had started as a small friendship with Montana, turned into something so huge. She introduced you to her boyfriend, Xavier, who then introduced you to the rest of their group, including Brooke's boyfriend, Jim. All of you met in freshman year  of college and have been friends since. Michael was the last to enter the picture, but how everything changed when he did.

While you had finally found a stable friend group that you quickly grew to love, you were longing for something a little bit more. And that's when Michael came in and swept you away. He had come in as a transfer student from another college, sophomore year, and what a coincidence that you had him in all of classes first semester. He was a face you saw regularly around campus and you couldn't help but be drawn to his quiet nature. Slowly you began talking to him and you noticed how timid and reserved he was. He didn't really go out of his way to speak to anyone, besides when you would speak to him. He would give half smiles, and either one word or half sentences.

Soon you began walking with him to all your classes, the two of you never leaving each other's side. You'd help him with his homework for a class he didn't understand all too well and in return he would do the same. Lunch and dinner together became a regular thing. Your friends noticed your interest, often glancing at the two of you from another table afar, giving smiles and making stupid faces. When it came down to exams, you two met up every night 2 weeks prior, in the library, studying diligently, learning from each other's notes. He opened up to you rather quickly after that and when you were sure that he was comfortable enough you introduced him to everyone else, who immediately took a liking to the blonde boy with the soft, but vibrant blue eyes.

It was the small and subtle acts between the both of you, that drew you closer together. When you could sense that Michael was getting overwhelmed in a social setting, your hand found it's way into his, giving him a reassuring smile before the conversation continued. Or how when he spoke to you, you tuned everyone else out in the room to let him know that it was about him and no one else. It was you rubbing his back when he got frustrated, throwing his textbooks to the floor because he simply did not understand or when he would get into a spat with his older brother, Duncan over the phone.

It was him, picking up your favorite snack and coffee from the grand cafe before your 8AM. It was him, walking you back to your residence hall in the middle of the night to ensure that you made it safely. It was the way his blonde hair moved with the wind, the endless laughter, the stressful nights. Before you knew it, you had fallen in love with Michael. 9 months of an unbreakable bond.

You still remember the first time he kissed you. Both of you stood drunkenly in the middle of a frat party, not really wanting to be surrounded by the crowd of sweaty bodies and other screaming young adults. You screamed in Montana's ear over the loud music that you and Michael were going to step outside for some fresh air. She drunkenly gave you a thumbs up, not be able to remove her lips from Xavier's who roughly grabbed at her ass, pulling her closer into him. You finally felt like you could breathe once the cool air hit your skin.

As you stared out into the distance, you couldn't help but feel like a set of eyes were burning into your skin. When you turned your head, you met Michael's gaze and before you could even ask him what was wrong his lips were on yours. He quickly pulled back, shocked by what he did and he moved his lips to say sorry, but you grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him back towards you. A fire danced inside the both of you as he wrapped his arms around you, you doing the same. You could feel yourself melting away at his touch, his soft lips against yours, the occasional brushing of noses. For the first time, this was a kiss that felt right. You felt safe in his hands and knew you wanted to be his.

"Y/N!" Xavier called out to you, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts. The air had gotten a little bit cooler, which you welcomed. You looked over in his direction. He motioned the action taking a picture with a camera, and bringing his fingers to his lips like he was smoking. This signaled to you that he wanted you to come over with your Polaroid camera and that he going to light another joint. You enthusiastically gave him a double thumbs up, letting him know that you'd be over there soon.

You turned around to look behind you, down at Michael who looked so peaceful as he became one with the beach. His mouth hung open slightly and you knew that he was falling asleep, which caused you to giggle, moving a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Hey..." you said softly, running your hands down his chest, watching as his eyes quickly fluttered open in a daze. He groaned sleepily, a smile forming on his face when he looked into your eyes. He grabbed onto your hands, holding them in place and running his thumbs along them. "Don't tell me that you're falling asleep already. Our night hasn't even really begun."

"I was resting my eyes." he said, chuckling a little bit at his obvious lie.

"You can do that for the rest of the night when we get back. Xavier wants to take pictures."

"Why is he so obsessed with taking pictures?" Michael questioned, propping himself up on his elbows as you rose to your feet, dusting the excess sand off you. He couldn't help but bite his lip as your bikini top fit you perfectly, combined with the booty shorts you wore that was snug to your figure. He ran his hand through his messy hair, sighing.

"We're making memories Michael." you answered. "I don't want to hear anything when you literally have all the Polaroid pictures I took of us and everyone else scattered around your dorm room and on your car dashboard. You love taking pictures as much as he does. You're just feeling lazy."

"You enjoy reading me to filth, don't you?"

"Only sometimes." You walked over to your belongings, grabbing your camera and your tripod. Michael soon got up, also dusting the sand off of himself, shaking his hair in the process before following you down to where everyone else was.

"We were hoping you two would join us soon." Montana said, smiling at you and Michael. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug that you gladly returned.

"Well don't you look more alive than ever, Mike." Xavier said to his friend. "Enjoy your nap? I mean we've been here for like what, an hour?"

"Fuck you, Xavier." Michael said, shoving him playfully in his shoulder earning a smirk from him. "It could have been a longer nap. It should have been."

"You don't want to miss out on this do you?" Xavier questioned, waving the joint in front of Michael's face. "It's your favorite strain, wedding cake."

"I suppose you have a valid claim." Michael answered, reaching for the joint, but couldn't grab it because someone else did.

"Don't mind if I do." Jim said, grabbing the joint out of Xavier's hand, immediately putting it between his lips and lightning it.

"Eager are we?" you asked Jim as you set the camera up, earning a smile from him as he stuck his tongue out at you, walking back over to Brooke who now stood only a few feet away, conversing with Chet and Ray.

"That's why I rolled two." Xavier said, taking another one from behind his ear and handing it to Michael. "Too many of us for just one, right?"

"More like Jim will inhale half of it before passing it to anyone else." Montana chimed in, rolling her eyes as she rested her elbow on Michael's shoulder, letting the smell of the freshly lit joint consume her.

"That sounds more like it." Michael said as he exhaled, passing it to Xavier.

"I strive to be a stoner like him though." she continued. "Detached from reality for most of the day, but still functional? That sounds like heaven."

"No it sounds like Jim's tolerance is through the roof." you said, to which Xavier nodded in agreement.

"He's been smoking since he was like 12. I'm jealous." Xavier said, handing the joint off to Montana who took a few hits before passing it to you. As you inhaled, you felt your body relax tremendously. A few more hits and the joint was back in Michael's hand.

"Okay everyone!" you yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Camera is all good to go!" You took a couple pictures of Montana and Xavier, your heart too warm at their various poses. He would wrap his arms around her from behind or she would climb on his back, wrapping her arms around his chest. A couple of off guards of the two were taken as well. You told them to act natural, just to converse with each other as you snapped pictures. Pictures of you and Michael followed. He made sure to always make a statement in the pictures that he took with you. He stood behind you, a hand wrapped gently around your throat as he snapped your head back to make you look at him, blissful smiles on both of your faces.

"Hey!" he yelled towards Jim who had his phone in his hand, taking Snapchats of everyone and posting them to his story. "Take a picture of Y/N and I like this. I want to post it to my Instagram." Jim gladly did as Michael asked, immediately sending the photo to him after so that he would have it to post later. The next picture was simple. You and Michael stood next to each other, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and yours wrapped around his waist, the both of you giving a soft smile. The final picture was of him holding you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed your lips against his, the both of you smiling in the kiss.

Jim and Brooke were wild and spontaneous and you loved it. Taking pictures of them were by far your favorite. Brooke held Jim in a headlock, a wild smile across his face and gripped onto her arm as you took the picture. Then she got on his shoulders, Jim holding her securely in place as her hands laid in his hair. Their last picture was of them, backs to the camera as they held hands, staring off into the sunset. You quickly turned the tripod around, taking an off guard of everyone who sat to the side around the fire. Xavier held the joint in his hand, mid sentence in conversation with Chet. Ray, Montana, and Michael were laughing their asses off at God knows what. All the emotions you were feeling inside, you swear you could cry at the sight. You fucking LOVED your friends.

You gathered all the boys up for their group photo. Xavier stood next to Jim, arm around his shoulder, hand slightly over his chest. Next to Jim was Ray, with a tooth pick in his mouth as he leaned into Jim's shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest. Michael stood next to Ray, his hand place on Ray's head as if he were holding a basketball, his other arm wrapped around Chet's shoulder, hand perfectly displaying a middle finger in the middle of Chet's chest.

"God, I fucking love y'all." Brooke said as she stood behind you, watching you take the picture.

"They're cute, aren't they?" you asked, putting on your best focused face as you snapped the picture. You told them to hold their pose as you snapped a couple more, wanting everyone to have a copy of that picture.

"Too cute for their own good." Montana said. "A bunch of shit heads."

"Our shit heads." you said. "Okay guys! Just two more. One of us girls and then all of us together and then we can figure out plans for dinner!" You bit your lip, holding hands with Brooke and Montana as the 3 of you stepped in front of the camera. Montana stood in the middle of you and Brooke, throwing her arms tightly around your shoulders, bringing the two of you closer to her. She stuck her tongue out for the photo, while you held up a peace sign with your hand, a wide, closed eyed smile on your face. Brooke held onto Montana's arm, her own wide, but opened eyed smiled, forming across her face. You can tell that Michael had taken a few extras for everyone else, consider how many time the cameras flashed behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the moment you, and you're sure everyone else was waiting for. The big, family, photo. Xavier and Chet took the ends. And in this order everyone stood: Xavier, Montana, You, Michael, Brooke, Jim, Ray, and Chet. You set the timer on the camera, all 9 of you trying to come up with different poses quickly for the camera. Your favorite one as you went through them had to be the one where you and Michael sat in the sand in front of Brooke and Jim who now stood between Xavier and Ray. He let you wrap your arms around his torso, your nose nestled perfectly into his cheek as you gave him a small kiss. 

"Okay." Xavier sighed as he hopped into the drivers seat of Jim's midnight blue Tahoe. Jim himself in the passenger seat. Brooke and Montana took the second row. You and Michael snuggled together comfortably in the very back row, your feet sprawled out in Chet and Ray's laps as they both got lost in their phones scrolling through Facebook and sharing memes with each other, which reminded Michael to post the picture of the two of you Jim had sent to him. "Anyone have any dinner ideas before we leave? Anyone in the mood for anything particular?"

"Honestly could just keep it classic and go for a burger and a shake right now." Ray said from the back.

"Ooo, from where though?" Jim asked, turning around to look at him. "That shake sounds really fucking good. Chocolate shake. I want a chocolate shake."

"Tommy's!" Montana, Brooke, Ray, and Chet said in unison.

"Michael? Y/N?" Xavier questioned, pushing his sun glasses down so he could look at the both of you.

"A cookies and cream milkshake is calling my name right now." Michael said as his hand lazily brushed through your hair.

"You had me at burger." you agreed.

"Tommy's it is." Xavier said, finally starting Jim's car, his blue LED strips, dimly illuminating the car, the last song on his phone beginning to play as Xavier single-handedly backed out of the parking space.

Despite how tired everyone was, the car ride was far from silent. For the first 30 minutes anyways. It would take over an hour and a half before you all got back into downtown LA. You finally sat up in your seat, Michael throwing his arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him. So needy , you thought, but you loved that about him. He always wanted to be close to you. He always wanted to touch you. He made sure you felt loved and secured. You watched at the front as Jim and Xavier currently sang and half danced to the song that played. You glanced at Brooke and Montana who had fallen asleep rather quickly, heads leaned against the car window. Chet and Ray had resorted to playing Among Us to pass the drive time, Michael soon joining them.

"Okay, fucking seriously." Michael said as he furrowed his eyebrows, pissed that he was killed by the imposter yet again. And the imposter just happened to be Chet, but of course he kept silent, not wanting to alert Ray. You giggled to yourself, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You wiped them anyway, inhaling deeply before exhaling.

"Everything alright?" Michael asked, noticing your change of mood. "Why are you crying?" He made sure to whisper, not wanting to draw attention to the both of you.

"Michael." you said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N." he smiled.

"And all of our crazy friends."

"I love them too." he laughed.

Fuck, I love my friends

Without them, I'd be dead

I know they're the only ones who'll love me till the end

We're all such a mess, lonely and depressed

Been so long and I can't wait to see them again

Fuck, I love my friends

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid​ @theneverendinghunger​ @fernfiction

Again, let me know if you would like to included in the tag list for this series!

[ask-them-bois]

A King and His Soldier, part 2/3

(Okay, well. Zeruki appeared ahead of schedule. Let’s figure out how the hell that happened.)

-AgressiveUndead began trolling GlitchingVampire!-

AU: Blxlit.

GV: AlMMawt.

AU: …

GV: … lMMao hi.

AU: Hello.

GV: What do you want?

AU: I need you to find someone for me. Ribbit.

GV: Oh yeah? Who? And also, why should I care?

AU: Xre you fxmilixr with x boy nxmed Ursidx?

GV: I think so? It sounds faMMiliar.

GV: oh.

GV: wait…

GV: ….

GV: Yeah I know that naMMe.

AU: I thought xs much. How do you know him?

GV: … I knew hiMM from the CoMMpound. He was the engineer MMy… designs… got sent to. He was, like, MMy assigned partner.

AU: I need you to find him. Ribbit.

GV: Why.

AU: Becxuse I need his xncestor on my side, before Mxddel cxn get him. Becxuse I know who his xncestor worked for, xnd I’d much rxther hxve them both on my side. It’d mxke this whole thing x lot exsier. Ribbit.

GV: I have no idea what you’re talking about dude, lMMao. But the answer is no. I’MM not gonna go find someone froMM the coMMpound. I blew up those bridges a long tiMMe ago.

AU: …

AU: I understxnd thxt, but I xsk you to reconsider. I wouldn’t xsk xt xll if it wxsn’t importxnt, Blxlit. Ribbit.

GV: What’s in it for MMe?

AU: Wow, rexlly?

GV: You realize what you’re asking MMe, right? You want MMe to go find soMMeone froMM a place where I was literally IMMPRISONED and ENSLAVED. A place I BLEW UP. What if he turns MMe in? I’MM a wanted robot, MMusrio. I can’t just get in contact with the Fleet like it’s no big deal. So if I’MM gonna do that, I want soMMething in return.

AU: …

AU: Blxlit, under thxt childish, prxnkster personx of yours, you’re quite… xstute, xren’t you? Ribbit.

GV: Bitch I built war machines. I MMake robots and eXXplosives. I’MM hella sMMarter than you take MMe for. I’MM hella ass-toot.

AU: Xstute.

GV: Ass-toot.

AU: There’s thxt childishness I wxs spexking of. Ribbit.

GV: lMMao

AU: Fine. Whxt do you wxnt, then?

GV: ... I don’t wanna say yet.

AU: Why?

GV: Because I’MM not ready for you to pay off the favor so fast. Having a zombie wizard at my beck and call? Who the hell would pass that up?

AU: I’m xn undexd necromxncer. Ribbit.

GV: Ass-toot.

AU: Ugh. Fine.

GV: Good.

GV: I’ll find your guy, AlMMawt. But you’re gonna owe me big for this.

-GlitchingVampire ceased trolling AggressiveUndead!- -GlitchingVampire began trolling SoldieringSkybear!-

GV: Hey you.

GV: Are you still alive?

GV: Been a while, huh.

GV: If you’re still in the city, MMeet me on a rooftop, okay? We need to talk.

-GlitchingVampire ceased trolling SoldieringSkybear!-

Corden closed down Trollian and spun around in his chair. Once, twice, and he jumped up, catching the chair before it knocked into the desk.

“Batmom, I’m gonna go out for a bit. You wanna come?” He spoke to a large meow-beast tower that stood next to the desk. After a moment, a very small bat poked her head out, golden eyes blinking sleepily.

She squeaked, and with a flutter of four wings, lighted on his shoulder.

“Cool.” Corden made sure to pocket his knives and a handful of gadgets, before he left his respiteblock. Jumping down the stairs two at a time, he stopped at the bottom and glanced around. “Ken-ken?” He shouted.

“Yo?” Makeno looked up from where he was laid on the lounge-plank, scrolling his palmhusk, hair still damp from a shower.

“I’m going out for a bit.”

“M’kay. Be safe.”

“No promises.” Corden snickered, extending two fingers as he walked past. Makeno reached up and connected two of his own fingers to Corden’s.

“Pale for you, Cordy.”

“Pale for you, too.”

Corden stepped outside, rolling his neck as he headed down the walk and made his way to the city proper.

Once he was among the towering hivestems and workhives, his tense shoulders loosened. The buzz of the city hummed in his ears, hyping him up until blue and red sparks were dancing along his horns.

He roamed the streets for a while, a vague plan beginning to form in his head. He paused on the sidewalk and craned his neck back, looking up at the soaring buildings. “If there’s one place to find him, it’d be up there, huh?” He asked Batmom.

She chirped, and he nodded thoughtfully. Turning, his cape swishing, he marched into a nearby alley between a hivestem and coffeehive. With a burst of psionics and a jump, he landed easily on the fire escape that went up the side of the hivestem.

The smell of the coffeehive’s garbage bin in his sniffnub, he quickly scaled the fire escape to… well, *escape* the smell. The higher he went, the bolder he became, his psionics swirling around him to keep him from falling if he slipped. His hair began to stand on end from the energy alone.

Wind blew it back from his face as he neared the top of the ninety-story hive. He vaulted over the lip of the roof and landed easily. Standing up straight, he looked around; it was a clear night, and from the edge of the building, he could see across the whole city. He stared at the millions of lights, almost entranced by their glow.

Across the city, hidden by the towering buildings between him and it, was the burned out, collapsing remains of the compound. The place he grew up, worked, and lived for the first sweeps of his life. The place he blew up, leaving virtually no one alive, in a daring attempt to escape. No one, save one person, who he’d sent a single message before it went up in flames.

Corden sat on the edge of the roof, dangling his legs. All he had to do now was wait, so he allowed himself to indulge in his memory files. He slid one hand over the back of his shoulders, where he could feel the tips of the scars that marred his back.

“Still don’t know why they thought flogging a robot was a good idea. All it did was tear up my exo-skin.” He said to Batmom. The tiny bat only trilled in response.

Corden sat there for a good half hour, watching the city as he got lost in painful memories. Finally, however, he heard the telltale sound of several jingling bells as someone vaulted onto the roof behind him.

“Ayyye, it’s the Cordy-bordy-robo-bro! Wassup manbot? Dude it’s been like- fucking sweeps huh? Fuck yeah man, whatcha been doing since the compound went-” The newcomer made several vocals to indicate explosions, before he laughed, his loud voice amplifying his thick lisp.

Corden held in a sigh as he got to his feet and turned to face them. “Nice to see you again, too, Engineer-class Fleetman Zeruki Ursida.” He said formally, his posture suddenly stiff as he swept into a low bow.

Zeruki stared at him like he’d grown a second head; at least, Corden thought he did. It was hard to tell with the hair. The tealblood’s tail lashed, sending the bells jingling vigorously.

“Oh, so we’re being all form-fit-finessed here, are we? Fine. Nice to see you, Gold-Station #315.184.514, Bloodline: Blalit.” Zeruki stuck out his split tongue in disgust, “WTF man, I don’t do that,” He blew a raspberry, “shit unless it’s with the ssssssuperiors. You and I are buddies, ain’t we?” He clicked his tongue, his tail bobbing and jingling again. He tugged on the lip of his helmet, nodding to Batmom, “Hello, missy ma’am.”

“Are we?” Corden repeated, his voice flat and emotionless.

Zeruki shrugged, bouncing on his toes. “I dunno. Sure. Yep. LMAO. Anywaysies, what didja message me for? I thought you never wanted to see me again, after you,” he waved a hand vaguely, making more explosive vocalizations, “ya knoooooow? After you killed all our buddy-bros and left me to clean up the mess.” His expression soured for a moment, before he was grinning again.

Corden frowned; he wasn’t sure what the meant. “I didn’t want to see you, but a… friend, asked I find you again. He needs you for… something.” He explained.

“Ah, dope. Totes. Uhhhhhh, he wouldn’t happen to be an olive dude? Real skinny, looks like a doritos bag? Got soda-cola-pop for hair?”

Corden frowned. “No… That sounds like Oliver, though. You haven’t been talking to her, have you?”

“Eh, meh, kinda, no.” Zeruki snickered, his tail shivering and jingling. “They approached me after I left the base a few nights back. Told me they wanted to talk, and started going off about some magicky-tacky-spooky stuff. Wanted my blood so he could meet some doctor or ssssssomething. No idea what that was about, so I bounced. Now your dude wants me, too? Didn’t know I was so famous.” He grinned with a mouthful of crooked teeth.

“I don’t think it’s you they want. They want your ancestor. But believe me, my dude is on the right side here. I can give you his Trollian Handle.” Corden pulled out his palmhusk and did just that.

“Freaky-deaky, dude-bro-bot, buuuuuut… I dunno if I’m down for this shit. I’m just trying to keep my skull off a threshcutioner’s sickle, ya know? I’m barely making it as an engineer, duder, I don’t need to get caught up in any of this shhhhhit.” Zeruki shifted his feet, frowning.

“I don’t know, but okay. Just give Musrio a message. I’ve done my job, so I’m going home.” Corden pocketed his palmhusk and turned way.

In a flash, Zeruki was at his side, his tail surprisingly dexterous as it wrapped around Corden’s metal wrist. “Yo, hold it up, brody-Cody! You just gonna hitch-snitch and ditch like that? Maybe I’ve got a message for you, too!” He said sharply, before looking down at the metal hand. “Yoooooo, that’s new.”

Corden wrenched his arm from the quad-horned troll’s grasp, before he raised an eyebrow. “A message?”

“Yeah-huh. Uhhhh… what was it.” Zeruki screwed up his face in thought, before he perked up, his tail wagging and chiming. “Oh yeah! You remember Fallen? The freaky-deaky-spooky dude who patrolled the compound sometimes, ‘cause his ancestor ran the place? He’s out, dude. You’ve got a mory-dory-morail right? They had history or some shit, didn’t they? Exes, or something?”

Corden stepped back, alarmed. “How do you know all that? Ken-ken never talks about his ex.” He demanded, one hand reaching for the knives at his side.

“Aye, dude, I got freaky ears, remember? These bitches hear everything!” Zeruki slapped the side of his helmet for emphasis, before he flinched, “Ow. LOL. Anywhoodle-doodle, he’s out of confinement again. Back on the streets, you get it? His daddy-oh paid his bail or whatevs.

Fallen is fuckin’ nuts, man, I’ll bet nothin-touchin’ he’s gonna come visit Makey-dakey-sharky-chef. He’s, uh… what do those weeby-dweebs call it? Yonder-wander. Sssssunder-thunder. Whatever, LMAO, one of those. He’s got a bone to pick with Faslet, and a general lack of a thinkpan. So…” He sucked air through his teeth and blew another raspberry, before popping his lips. “Yeah. Watch out for Fally-bally.”

Corden stared at him, before he nodded slowly. “Okay, I’ll let Ken-ken know.” He heaved a sigh, stepping back. “Thanks, Zeruki.”

“Yeppers-peppers, Cordy-bordy-bro-bot.” He rolled his R’s, and made a buzzing sound. He raised an arm and rolled his glove forward, checking a device wrapped around his wrist. “Oh, brrr, I gotta get home. Mama’ll be wanting dinner before sunrise.” He snapped a two finger salute to Corden. “Until next time, bro-bot!”

With that, he turned, ran for the edge of the roof, and leaped off, shrieking, the fuzzy end of his tail the last thing to disappear from view.

Corden rolled his eyes, walking over to the edge of the building and looking down.

Zeruki was not a smear of cyan on the pavement, but instead a blur, bounding between the walls and roofs of the skyscrapers and buildings like a free-running character in a videogame.

Corden faintly heard him shriek again, cackling manically.

“He’s nuts.” Corden told Batmom, who chirped in amused agreement. “Guess we should go home, too, huh?”

Corden shook out his hands, a burst of psionic energy rocketing across his body as he stepped off the other side of the building and made his way home.

[haveyourselfacodychristmas]

Have yourself a Cody Christmas

THE XAVIER PLYMPTON PATHWAY

Michael Langdon X Jim Mason X Duncan Shepherd X Xavier Plympton X Y/N 

Warnings: Fluffy, a little non-sensical maybe, good Christmas fun, SMUT! Swearing! 

APPLE AIRPODS

Shopping in the Apple Store this close to Christmas was usually something akin to hell. You would rather take a day trip to hell with Satan’s son that spend a moment in there, getting jostled by crowds gathering around the latest iPhone. 

But, recently there has been a rather nice little bonus. 

Jim spots you in the queue to get in, he sneaks over, whispers something in his co-worker’s ear and then you’re being beckoned at. ‘You got an appointment?’

You go along with it, nodding and Jim smirks behind his co-worker’s back. ‘That was smart of you.’ You praise, checking out Jim’s form-fitting blue shirt.

‘Gotta use the perks for my favourite person.’ Jim leads you over to a somewhat quieter corner, ‘You here to take me out to lunch, how sweet, babe.’

‘I’m actually doing some last minute shopping.’ You tell him, leading the way instead towards the headphones. 

‘Headphones huh?’ Jim notes, ‘Oh, Xavier. Good idea. I was thinking of getting him some Captain America merch, but I thought it might be a little harsh.’ 

‘I think it might be, Jim.’ You pick up the display pair, ‘They’re so tiny.’

‘And expensive.’ Jim marvels at the price, ‘It pays to be working with Duncan doesn’t it?’

‘You could be too.’ You tempt, ‘He’s offered many times.’

‘Yeah I know,’ Jim says, ‘I just…I can’t mix business and pleasure like that. It’s still weird to me.’

You let it go, knowing Jim is Jim on the subject. You can see his point too at times, when Duncan brings his work home it can be difficult for you to also shut off and not bail him out where possible. 

‘He’ll love it anyway.’ Jim continues, ‘You wanna use my discount?’

‘It pays to have a genius boy with me.’ 

Jim looks a little prouder at your compliment, swinging his lanyard round his neck as he starts putting in the order on his work iPhone. ‘Alright, address…same as mine.’ He mumbles, shooting you knowing looks. ‘Easy commission for me, thank you for that.’

You go along with it, watching him fondly as Jim makes you tick the Terms and Conditions before heading off to get the AirPods. Upon returning, Jim’s hand lingers in yours, the present between the two of you. ‘I…uh I do get off on lunch in five and I need to get a Secret Santa present. Work thing. Would you come with me? I’m so bad at these kinda gifts.’

‘Just get a gift card?’

‘Y/N, no.’ Jim wrinkles his nose, ‘I drew my boss so it’s gotta be good.’

‘Do you know what he likes?’

Jim looks torn, ‘Not really…he’s pretty uh…basic.’

You give his hand a squeeze and put the AirPods safely away in your handbag. ‘Alright, but I don’t have long. Got to wrap presents and sort everything.’

‘Love you.’ He beams, slinking off to tend to one more customer. You watch Jim interact and tick off Xavier’s Christmas present. He’s back in five minutes exactly, coat on and rubbing his hands together. Jim leads the way out of the shop and down the street. ‘See, I just don’t know what is best to get.’ He rambles on, ‘I was gonna do like a brandy tumbler, kinda like what Duncan would get someone. But he’s more a Vodka and get wasted kinda guy so I’m not sure about it.’

You point out a Barnes & Noble, ‘What about a good book?’

‘He works at Apple.’ Jim smirks, ‘The guy is a total movie buff.’

You pull Jim inside despite his protests and lead Jim over to a series of posters in tubes. ‘Get him one of these.’ Jim inspects them and after a while of watching him struggle, you pull out a ‘100 Movies Scratch Bucket List’ poster, ‘I mean this, Jim.’ 

Jim takes it off you, ‘Ohhhh. This is perfect. How are you so good at this?’ 

You smirk, ‘I’ve been working hard today.’ 

‘Oh yeah?’ Jim inches a little closer, his eyes darting round the shop. ‘Was your class this morning really…hard?’

You can’t help but laugh at his attempt, pushing Jim away with a hand to the chest. ‘You are just as bad as Xavier.’

‘I knew it.’ Jim heads over to pay for the poster but doesn’t fail to waggle it at you first. ‘You two did it, didn’t you?’

                                   WHAT DO YOU TELL JIM?

                                                    DENY IT ALL

                                                   COME CLEAN

[doomedandstoned]

Chattanooga’s Dope Skum Drop Gritty First Spin

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

Stompin' southern stoner riffs and great big beats collide with punkish vocals in 'Tanasi' (2021). It's the debut EP from Chattanooga's DOPE SKUM. These guys know it's about to get hot as we transition from winter to spring and on into summer, too. Oh those muggy days in Tennessee! What I miss most about spending time in the Deep South are the cicada at sunset, the smell of honeysuckle during evening strolls, and those damned thunderstorms -- the kind that loom large and loud and'll put the fear of Zeus right in ya.

So new that they're not yet in the oft-referenced Encyclopaedia Metallum, Dope Skum attracted my attention earlier this month when we met on Instagram -- a platform I avoided for years, but have finally come to embrace, if for no better reason than these kinds of spontaneous encounters. They're another child born of the Great Lockdown, a two-piecer with Cody Landress-Gibson on guitar and voice and James Silber on drums. Like many of the duos we've visited recently in this humble rag, Dope Skum bring impressive heft that could easily fool the common bystander into believing they're dang near twice the size.

Cody Landress-Gibson of Dope Skum

Drawn together by their affinity for punk rock and the heaviest of metal, Dope Skum have a distinctive, if eccentric sound that kinda reminds me of Portland's LáGoon, at least in the crooning department. If you look at the history of sludge metal, bands of this kind typically start out as lo-fi punk or thrash and just get slower, meaner, deeper, and heavier over time (I'm thinking of an outfit just one state over, NC's Buzzov*en).

Dope Skum describe their sound as "nastier than an old timer's moonshine mash," which made me wince. Standing on a "rock-solid foundation of sludgy stoner metal with a notable punky inflection" the band is influenced by the likes of Weedeater, Iron Monkey, Eyehategod, and Toke. This is rude, crude, raucous terrain we're entering, people. And I'm sure the guys are just itching like an ankle full of chiggers to take the act to the stage, if they haven't gotten busted for an illegal house show by now.

James Silber of Dope Skum

'Tanasi' (2021) is their 5-track debut, and while trying to look up the meaning of the word -- temporarily mistaking it for the Japanese "Tansai" (which I thought might be a reference to some to some "lightly colored" strain of weed) -- it finally hit me that Tanasi might be referring how folks generations deep in Chattanooga pronounce Tennessee, with characteristic Southern drawl. As if the state-shaped logo on the album cover wasn't clue enough. Truth be told, Tanasi is actually the Native American/Cherokee word that Tennessee is derived from.

Dope Skum are only happy to let the unique character of their surroundings and its fascinating, tangled history leak into the songcraft too, which the guys quip, "recalls simplistic fiddle tunes of yore." They go on describe their first opus to us:

Exuding a gritty DIY ethos and an anti-establishment attitude, 'Tanasi' is deliberately rough around the edges, and doesn’t play by any particular set of rules. There is no ulterior motive, no grand artistic vision. Dope Skum simply play engaging music that appeals to their interests and their roots.

I can definitely get behind that. If you like riffs that can really rumble, honest lyrics delivered with vocals that sting like an onary hornet's nest, and rhythms that swing wide and heavy with stomping Southern swagger, you'll be saying Tanasi in no time! "We wanted to try and create something that was southern, punky, and sludgy," the band concludes. "I think we accomplished that."

Look for the EP to drop this weekend in digital format. I'm sure if you guys dig it, 'twill find its way to a suitable label for a physical release in the near future. I'm currently stuck on a loop between "Anxiety" and "Chickamauga" as my tracks of choice. Doomed & Stoned is pleased to give you a first listen to Dope Skum's Tanasi and let you find a few favs of your own.

Give ear...

Tanasi EP by Dope Skum

Dope Skum Take Us On Tour Of 'Tanasi'

How did Dope Skum become a thing and what tools did you use to create 'Tanasi' (2021)?

Dope Skum started in late-2020 with myself, Cody Landress-Gibson, on guitar and James Silber on drums. Our gear really isn't anything to write home about. On the EP, I played a Harley Benton DC Junior with a single P90 pickup running through a Rat ProCo, Orange Fur Coat Fuzz, and EarthQuaker Devices Ghost Echo at times into a Marshall MG50CFX. James plays a Yamaha drum set with PA Meinl Classics cymbals. It's pretty "working class" gear, nothing too fancy.

What's the story behind the new record?

James and I started jamming and both had a pretty solid idea of the sound we were going for. We wanted something in the same vein as Weedeater, but maintain the ability to throw in elements of different influences we have. I had already written some riffs, and we threw them together to what became the EP. We recorded, mixed, and mastered everything ourselves at my house/garage in Chattanooga.

We'd love a guided tour through the new EP. Can you give us insight into the themes explored in these five monster tracks?

Feast of Snakes: The title was inspired by a Harry Crews novel, but the song doesn't pull from the novel at all. It's essentially an anti-authoritarian song. Politicians, kings, people in power tend to be snakes in the grass. There are also some religious metaphors used, as well, throughout the song.

Anxiety: The idea behind this one lyrically and musically was to try and put that emotion/feeling into a musical context. It's why the lyrics don't start until the second time into the verse riff. You're waiting, and you know you need to act, but something is just holding you back -- you just feel kind of stuck.

Chickamauga: This one is all instrumental. I had written the main riff that is throughout the song one night and brought it to James at a practice. We really didn't know where to go with it, so for the EP we recorded it live and just let whatever came up get included on the EP. I named it "Chickamauga" after the second bloodiest battle in the Civil War that took place just south of Chattanooga. With the build-up in the song, it's kind of like a soldier waiting for the battle to take place, then the chaos, then silence either from surviving the melee or dying. It's probably one of the tracks that will stick out the most because it doesn't really fit the "genre."

The Levee: I wrote this song with the thought of losing someone you love, the death of a close partner or family member. That one person you feel like you can't live without. I also love the riffs in this song. They groove well and the ending riff is super fun to play.

Mountain Cur: The final track on the EP is essentially about a lone wolf or stray dog that roams the mountains and hills. The intention was to use it as a metaphor for loneliness. This dog is all alone and has no one. He's committing these acts of violence as cry out for help and companionship. Don't know if it comes across this way, but that was the intention! Also, at the beginning is audio from a scene in Lawless (2012), which is a film about the Bondurant brothers who were outlaws moonshiners in rural Virginia in the '20s during Prohibition.

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Worm Liveblog #117

UPDATE 117: No Help for Anybody

Last time Francis had a feeling they had been transported into another world altogether, thanks to the Simurgh causing havoc and what not. It was shown she has the capacity of making portals, after all! Now let’s continue.

The two-or-maybe-three-if-Cody-is-Ballistic Travelers are exploring the neighborhood, trying to find help for those who need medical attention. There are monsters prowling around, and there’s a lot of noise out there that hint things are looking mighty bad. If they go in the wrong direction, I really don’t think they’ll be okay. They have no powers for the time being, after all.

During their walk, they hear something that sounded like a scream. Marissa immediately suggests they should go help whoever screamed, while Cody argued that’d be putting themselves in danger and therefore should ignore the scream. Francis, being the tie-breaker, decides to go help whoever screamed – not because he’s feeling particularly charitable, but because there’s a small chance whoever is in need of help has medical knowledge they can take advantage of. Good reason as any to go help someone, really!

Without waiting for Cody to argue this further, Francis starts running in direction of where the scream came from.

Turns out the screaming came from a fast food restaurant that has been boarded up. Inside there are a few people, trying to be safe from the monsters roaming outside, but they weren’t successful. One of the people is currently trapped by one of the monsters. Say...

The monsters included a man with a neck three times the usual length and a gnarled hump on his back that was plated in armor.   His arms split in two at the elbow, with one set of hands and one set of limbs that ended in built-in scythes.  He was perched on a table, cackling.  His jacket was clearly borrowed, ill-fitting around his hump, and he kept having to push the sleeves up so they wouldn’t cover his hands or weapons.

His partner held their victim, the ninth person in the room.  She was big, maybe seven feet tall, and heavy in a way that met some middle ground between being muscular and being fat.  Big boned might have been the most apt way to describe her, in a literal sense.  Her skin was thick, her features blunt: she had a porcine nose and cauliflower ears, her fingers were stubby and her lips so fat that they curled away from her comparatively tiny teeth.  She might have weighed four hundred pounds, and the way she was easily holding her victim in the air suggested she was strong enough to kill someone with one good punch.  She wore only a set of grays that looked like a prisoner uniform.  He could make out the first half of the word that was printed across her shoulders: GWER-.

Rounding out the group was a young woman.  Something was off about her, besides the obvious physical changes.  Thick black horizontal lines striped her body, crossing her eyes like a blindfold, extending from the corners of her mouth, lining her chin and tracing down her neck.  By the time they reached her fingers, her skin was more black than white. She wore the same prison grays, but had donned a jacket and boots.  Her blond hair was straight, her bangs cut severely across her forehead.

I’m sorry for copypasting everything, but I wanted to get the descriptions here. It’s weird...they’re not as...inhuman as I expected when it was mentioned they were monsters. Frankly, they don’t sound too dissimilar to how some parahumans look like, especially those that suffer strong mutations. I also notice they have some sort of clothing, hm...

Could it be these monsters were brought from another world with parahumans? That the Simurgh targeted a parahuman prison, and brought its inhabitants here? I mean, it’s not too farfetched. Parahumans can look real strange, like Crawler. Compared to him, these aren’t too bad.

It seems like one of these three isn’t entirely on board with the ‘tormenting civilians’ thing. Matryoshka, she’s called. The other two push a civilian towards her, expecting her to do something. Most likely use her power, with effects currently unknown to the Travelers and to me.

Looks like Matryoshka can...fold people into herself? Perhaps as a manner of storage, or to take something from them? Sure would fit her name. It’s temporary, though, at most a couple hours, and these three intend to use her powers to escape the quarantine. They’re as good as dead, there’s no way they’ll be captured and sent to the Birdcage. Given how they arrived into this world, they’re going to be executed.

Now that I think about it, the Travelers are real lucky they’re alive in the present How exactly did they manage to escape the quarantine? They don’t even have powers right now, they’re just civilians! Even harder to escape! Maybe they found a guard who sympathizes with them, someone who wasn’t aware they’re incredibly dangerous or didn’t have the willpower not to help them. Hm.

Since there’s a chance one of the people Matryoshka is about to fold may have medical knowledge to save Noelle and Luke, Francis jumps forth, going right ahead and stabbing one of the monsters-or-most-likely-parahumans. Good thing he carried a long weapon! Lets him keep his distance. He does rather well, for someone who would be pretty doomed in any other situation. The guy with the scythes is defeated, Matryoshka is targeted next.

No, Krouse made himself stop, took an account of what he was doing.  He was getting carried away.  He turned to run.

That reminds me, what is everyone else in this place doing? Are Mars and Cody hiding and letting Francis put himself in danger? I mean, that’s kind of the right thing to do ��� putting yourself in deadly danger is not smart – but I admit by now I expected someone to have intervened and tried to take Francis away.

The guy with the hump says Francis is brave and stupid – guilty as charged, really – and apparently decide to take him along? They’re talking a language I’m not sure if it’s invented or if it exists. Putting it into Google Translator gives me Gaelic, but it doesn’t give me a translation anyway. I guess that means it’s gibberish Mr. Wildbow made up?

Turns out Matroyshka does kind of absorb things from the people she folds! No indication if she decides what she takes or not. Either way, the monsters pin Francis down, and due to the stress of having the Simurgh’s weird-ass singing and having a scythe on his face, he kind of lets himself be taken by the song, and starts to reminisce.

“Noelle,” he mumbled.

“Francis?”

He winced.  “Call me Krouse.  Everyone but my mom does.”

“Krouse,” Noelle tried the word. “Okay.  You want something?”

“Just wanted to talk.  When we were marking each other’s papers in class, I got yours.  I just wanted to say I like the way you think.”

Sounds like this may be the first time Francis and Noelle met. So that may be how the Simurgh manipulates people’s emotions to make them lash out and react...she makes them remember specific moments. Alright!

This first meeting didn’t really go well. Noelle and Francis certainly didn’t hit off right away, she seems to have been kind of cold towards him when he compliments her way of thinking. Mars soon approaches, and she’s also cold. I mean, I can certainly imagine Francis is kind of grating because...he’s kind of a jerk, but part of me wonders if this memory was tampered somehow. Wouldn’t be out of the question when it’s about the Simurgh making remember stuff.

“So I know exactly what to watch out for with you,” Marissa said.  “At any given point in time, you’re pulling some nefarious prank, you’re manipulating others to get what you want, you’re making someone else look bad-”

Tampered or not, she’s saying the truth, haha!

This little flashback also shows how Francis got into the gaming group, she overhead them talking about it, and looks like Noelle got curious about if Francis played. Looks like Francis already knew Luke somewhat, too. Friends already? Regardless, the flashback is over when Mars screams, and not in the memory.

There’s Mars! Currently getting tossed around like a ragdoll. No sign of Cody. Maybe he died already. So, it seems it’s not Mars getting thrown around what made Francis fight again, it’s that they interrupted his reminiscing. Geez! And so he reacts like many people would like to react when someone wakes them up from a pleasant dream: displeased. And by displeased I mean holy crap, Francis, don’t stick your fingers into someone’s fresh wound.

He doesn’t hold himself back! He cuts the scythe guy’s throat. I’m blaming the Simurgh for this rather sudden burst of violence.

There’s Cody! Backed into a corner. Matryoshka doesn’t seem to be doing well, and the other monster is getting closer to Francis. Once he tells everyone to run and scatter, he runs too, and the monster keeps chasing him, without much trouble, until he has no option but to fight.

He stabbed at her hand with the knife, and felt a fierce agony tear through his own hand.

Blood welled out from his palm, warm as it ran down his arm to his elbow.  Krouse screamed.

No, he didn’t stab himself in his own hand while he was trying to fight back – although I’m sure that’d happen to a lot of people. What happens is that this woman’s parahuman power is to reflect back damage. Doesn’t make her impervious, it just reflects back. That’s going to be a pain to fight, no pun intended.

Or not! A pair of parahumans take care of this, and not lightly. They pretty much set her on fire, and it doesn’t seem like the damage reflection activated, or they had a way to counter it. Oh well. What matters is that that woman is now deceased, and Francis is in no danger anymore.

His immediate action is to ask for help for Noelle. He doesn’t get to ask for it before getting interrupted.

“That was reckless,” Myrddin said, speaking over Krouse.  “Attacking when we didn’t know the particulars of her power.”

I mean, when has Francis ever done something that’s a good idea against people with powers. Some things never change. One paragraph later, it turns out that was directed at the guy who set her on fire, not at Francis. Anyway! Brushing aside this embarrassing moment for me!

Francis keeps asking for help, they keep ignoring his words, instead notifying Dragon someone is in need of medical attention.

“Two hundred feet away, down your four o’clock, Armsmaster.”

Oh! This is Armsmaster! How neat. Here, let me amend what I said not long ago: “I mean, when has Armsmaster ever done something that’s a good idea at all”. Not thinking things through was his MO. He’s somewhat getting better at that now that Dragon is around.

“How are we for exposure?”

“You two are good for another seventeen minutes at the exposure you’re facing.  Twenty if we push it.  I can have a flight unit to you shortly.”

Aha, so it’s at least seventeen minutes before someone exposed to the Simurgh’s song is considered doomed and needs to be killed, I think. Well there’s absolutely no doubt to me by now Francis and pals have crossed the threshold already. It must have been around a couple hours. Funny how life can change that much in the matter of just a couple hours.

The fight against the Simurgh is going well, somehow, and they’re doubling down quarantine, most likely to ensure any parahumans brought by the portals don’t escape the perimeter. Dragon also notifies they’re taking some sort of measure, and the parahuman who is with Armsmaster – Myrddin, she’s called. I think I have heard that name before? – doesn’t like that measure, even asking Dragon to argue back. Dragon, in all her AI glory, states she’s just following orders.

I was about to ask if Armsmaster and Myrddin just ignoring Francis standing right there to a side, but then I reread and noticed Francis seems to have been turned into some kind of ghost. Trying to keep him hidden from the heroes, hm! Not that it’s a bad thing, Francis may be left for dead for all the exposure to the Simurgh. No wonder he wasn’t being listened to, he’s like...transparent now.

Among the rubble of the stuff that fell into this world, there’s a building that seems to have been part of a laboratory. Armsmaster wants to take a look and deduce from where all this came from, but Myrddin insists they have to get done with their task and get out. Minimize exposure, you know! And since the consequence of not doing that is, you know, death, I agree with her.

“I get bad interactions if I transition something in of one of my dimensions and back, or if I take things out of one dimension and put them into another.  It doesn’t compartmentalize into the dimension properly if it’s been elsewhere too recently.  Whether these people and objects came from somewhere halfway across the globe or some pocket dimension, I don’t think we want to test our luck and risk something disastrous.”

Krouse startled at that.  Is that what happened to me?  Some bad interaction of interdimensional crap?

Pretty unlikely. If Myrddin had used her power on him, I think she’d have said something, or Armsmaster would have noticed. Unless Francis means he being in this world in the first place, in which case, yeah, that’s what happened to you. Blame the flying Endbringer over there.

Is Armsmaster suggesting to use white phosphor for something? Because that’s not a good omen. My immediate thought is that he’s suggesting they use white phosphor to obliterate the perimeter. Needless to say, everyone and everything inside is toast if they do. I once read a book that had white phosphorus used, and the description of the effect was anything but pleasant. Better get out while you can, Francis, seems to me time’s running out.

Once Myrddin and Armsmaster leave, Francis is once again taken by his memories, this time of a less happy moment, when Noelle is unhappy and he doesn’t know why. She’s even saying the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ routine. They’re a pair, so this can’t be a breakup – a successful one, at least. The wording does hint she wants to get away from him, and that he has been a great person.

When she said she herself was why she wanted to break up, she meant it. Francis doesn’t have the slightest idea what she’s talking about, but judging by...

“Someone said, a little while ago,” Noelle spoke without looking at Krouse, “That I can’t really forge a good relationship with others until I have a good relationship with myself.”

...this, there’s something about herself she doesn’t like. Must be something rather big, if she can’t bring herself to have good relationship with others because of it.

Francis is being nice for once and is trying his best to be encouraging, telling her that she’s fantastic, but she insists they shouldn’t date. That opinion doesn’t change when Francis adds Noelle’s been happier ever since they started dating, and it’s not a platitude, Mars has said that too. But if Noelle says they should break up because this is bad for her, then he’s willing to accept it. Seriously, this has got to be the nicest Francis has been towards anyone in this entire story.

He even offers to leave the gaming team. She doesn’t want him to, and even tells him to forget she even mentioned this, conveniently leaving her thoughts a mystery to the reader. What could it be she’s feeling about herself that makes her dislike herself so much?

The memory ends, and Francis finds himself already rooting into the fallen laboratory, deciding to look around to see if there’s anything that could be of help, like a first aid kit. Well that’s going to be useful for Luke, but Noelle’s going to need something far better than that, if he finds any.

His eyes settled on a metal briefcase beneath the desk, within a few feet of the dead man’s hand.

His fingers crossed for a portable case of medical supplies, he set it down on the desk and popped it open.  Disappointment overwhelmed him.

Six metal canisters recessed in black foam with slots cut out to hold them, paperwork was set in a flap in the lid.

He swore.

…newly purchased superpowers…

...

...

...

...well seeing how Alexandria got better from a terminal disease after getting superpowers, I guess that counts as something far better. She got a much worse deal than Alexandria did, though. Everything in Worm has been a continuous source of grief for her. She’s not happy with Francis because of how she feels about herself, she gets concussions and internal bleeding, and when she gets to have some sort of superpower, she gets one that’s so bad she has to be locked in a vault out of fear she’s going to destroy everything. Worm treats Noelle rather cruelly.

Also, I absolutely love how Armsmaster almost may have been able to stop the creation of an entire villain team if he had been allowed to check the laboratory. Thanks a lot, Myrddin, you are indirectly responsible for the creation of like five new villains. Stellar work. At least Armsmaster only created one!

Francis confirms these are certainly superpowers in a vial – courtesy of Cauldron, no doubt. Does Cauldron know the Travelers gained their powers from their serums? I imagine they may know, surely they must keep a record of what powers get sold.

Taking the metal case with him, Francis decides to return back to the rest of his friends and also Cody, unwittingly kickstarting some rather unfun days for them all except whoever won’t be part of the Travelers. Fun how a series of coincidences led to that. Seriously, so much happened because Francis was in the right place at the right time.

I’m still unsure what happened with Francis turning all intangible and invisible earlier, though. Was it really Myrddin, accidentally doing that? Or was it someone else? I don’t have it clear at all, I admit. If someone can send me a message about it I’d be real grateful.

Ending the update here!

Next time: next update

[tanyatakaishi]

So as a great apology for my severe writer’s block and crashing nearly every night at 9pm after the kid is in bed and I have no energy because of the school year starting, I give you a sneak peak of a memory in the next chapter of Remember, the sequel to my digimon fanfic, Innocent Games.

Yolei wants to to have sex. Davis solicits advice. Humor, sexy times, and fluff. Daiyako. (a little steamy, nothing explicit)

Full story links: AO3 & FFN

“Yolei wants to have sex.”

“Oh.”

Ken is looking at me like I’ve grown an extra head and I groan, falling back on my bed. “I mean I want to, too. But… what if I’m bad at it?” “I don’t think I’m the best person to talk to about this.” I sit up and my eyebrows sort of have a mind of their own, creasing together in the middle of my forehead. “Why not?” “Lack of experience?” “But you’re smart.” Ken frowns. “You guys are ready for that?” “She’s a college girl now and I’m…” My mouth turns down to match his. He already knows how insecure I am being the younger one in the relationship, still stuck in high school while Yolei goes on adulting, so I bypass that issue and go straight for the next. “I kinda thought it’d happen by now, but you know, stuff always gets in the way. Parents, digimon, roommates, maybe if you remembered condoms, we're not doing it in a car!” I finish the last few lines in my best imitation of Yolei’s voice, scolding me. “Maybe you should talk to Tai,” Ken says and I immediately feel relief flood over me. “That’s perfect! His first time was with Mimi. If he can tap that…” “Davis.”

*

“It was awful,” Tai says, looking at me over a laptop and a pile of textbooks. I’m pretty sure I’m interrupting him writing his term paper, but he doesn’t let on that he’s bothered. “I mean, she wasn't, but I was. She didn’t complain per se, but I could tell.”

“Um, any pointers on what not to do then?” “Don’t do it drunk.” “Perfect,” I say. “So what about with that other chick? Second time a charm?” “That’s not,” Tai starts and then he closes his laptop to smile at me. “You guys are gonna be fine. You love each other, right?” I try not to go red, but it's happening anyway. I give an enthusiastic nod and realize I look way too eager. Thank God Tai’s so cool. “Just take it slow. Use protection.” “Thanks, Mom.” “Look, if you’re wanting details, all my good advice is going to be from my most recent relationship.” Going pale, I jump to my feet and grab Veemon by the tail, yanking him off Tai’s bed. “But Agumon was getting cookies,” he cries. “Abort!” I yell, giving Tai a horrified look. “Abort!” *

Matt stares at me. “Google it.” Why didn’t I think of that? * “Google has traumatized me.” “I warned you not to click on the ads. Do you want me to install a proper antivirus software? Yours is outdated.” “That is not the problem, Izzy.” “Why don’t you try the library?” * Cody starts to type my request into the library database and does a double take. “Please don’t involve me in this,” he says. "I'm running out of options. The guys on the team were the worst. They all started heckling me for being with the same chick for three years without getting some.” (“You’re counting the breaks?”) “So what if we didn’t do it yet? They just don’t get Yolei. She's gonna want it to be perfect and she's got all these ideas on how things should go. I can’t keep track of ‘em. Like, get this, she told me about how gross this guy dating her sister was just ‘cause he spent the entire time slobbering all over her t—" “Why don’t you talk to TK?” “He’s dating Kari.” “Point taken.” * “I need medical advice.” I open a book in front of Joe’s nose the moment I enter his apartment. “How accurate is this?” He lowers his glasses to look at the pages and suddenly turns pink. “I’m not sure if my opinion on Kama Sutra would be considered medical advice.” “Why doesn’t anyone know how to have sex?” “That’s not, oh God.” “Oh, honey,” Mimi pipes in, emerging from the bathroom. I didn’t even know she was there. She slings an arm around my shoulders and grabs the book from my hands. “You’re looking for advice from the wrong gender.” “Do you live here?” I ask her. “Sometimes,” she says. I stare at her in awe. “I have so many questions for you.” Joe immediately bolts out the door. * There are literally so many feelings tumbling over and through me that I’m not sure what I say first: “wow” or “sorry.” I think it ended up coming out as a combination of the two, because Yolei is looking at me with a sort of a weird expression. Her eyes are so much easier to see without an inch of glass in the way. The brown is nearly gold, something I never really paid attention to until we started kissing each other (she always takes the glasses off so I don’t smudge them with my “face grease”). I don’t think she’s ever looked prettier than now, hair all a mess and her face soft, with those eyes and her flushed cheeks. Some of the makeup around her lashes smeared and I rub it with my thumb which makes her bat my hand away. “Don’t be sorry,” she says, combing her hair back before she turns on her pillow. We barely fit there together and my eyes take in the clock behind her head, making sure we finished well before her roommate is done with class. “That was totally normal.” My eyes shoot back to her. “That’s it?” I ask, trying not to feel offended. “You just said sorry.” “Okay, true.” I groan. “Ugh, I’m sorry.” “Seriously, stop.” She’s smiling and she slips her hand over my chest, nuzzling her face in my neck. “It’ll be better next time.” I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. “You’re not gonna dump me?” “For finishing without me? I don't think I was going to get there anyway." She flicks my nose when I pout and I snatch her hand. "It was our first time. Jeez, Davis.” I put her palm on my mouth and her fingers cover my eyes. “It didn’t hurt too much, did it?” “Only a little, same as the dozen other times you asked.” “Sorry,” I say again and she wiggles her hand out of mine and tickles my ribs. I nearly knock her in the gut with my knee, so she ends it with a firm squeeze and I feel every part of her again, pressing on every part of me. I squirm, super uncomfortable. “Okay, I gotta do something about this. I’m gross. How do you cuddle after that?” She laughs when I stand up and she has the nerve to watch me deal with things. “The movies are full of lies.” When I come back to her tiny twin bed a little less disgusting she welcomes me into her arms. My thighs trap her left calf and her stomach rises and falls under my chest.  I feel sleepy and rest my cheek on her, closing my eyes. Her fingers rake under my hair and down my neck. “I heard you borrowed Kama Sutra from the library to prepare,” she says. I slip my arms between the mattress and her back, pulling her in tight. “That was intimidating.” “Mimi said you scared Joe right out of his own apartment.” “He was totally unhelpful,” I mumble into her skin. “Mimi was amazing though.” Yolei pinches me right on my bare ass and I let out a really undignified squeak. “You should’ve just talked to me,” she says and I lift my face out of her boobs to see her squinting at me. Damn her terrible eyesight. “I've had a lot of unsolicited advice from my sisters," she says and then as an afterthought, she adds, "and Mantarou." Her tongue hangs out like she's gagging and I'm tempted to grab it with my fingers,  but I know that pisses her off and I'm gonna be smart when all my most vulnerable parts are still exposed. “Aren’t you the expert?” I grumble. “The point is, I had an idea of what to expect. You should’ve told me you were nervous.” I scoff even though it's true so she looks at me with her serious face and says, "This was supposed to be between us.” Oh no, she set me up. "You know what else is between us?" I can’t even keep a straight face. I let out a ridiculous sounding snort and her groan vibrates in her chest. I kiss her jaw before she starts to get mad and her hands relax on my back. “I’m sorry,” I tell her again, moving to the spot behind her ear. “You should be,” she says and her voice is all air. I used to have this list: a bunch of boxes I needed to check off in order to think of myself as a man. If you had told the past me I’d be checking any of them off with Yolei Inoue, I would’ve died laughing. But now that we’re here, I can’t imagine being with anyone else. If you don’t count the argument about who should put the condom on that delayed the whole thing awhile, she made it easy. All the awkward moments we spent fumbling were filled with mutual giggles and a few snide jokes neither of us took too seriously. I don’t even care about those stupid boxes anymore. “I love you,” I tell her, kissing her ear, her cheeks, her lips. She rolls me underneath, all laughter and smiles, and says it back.

[eliphante123]

Playing tw tag game w/ my oc

I haven't been tagged, yet but this looks fun. I've seen people post this from @edda-blattfe and they're pretty honest with their answers, so why not try it, myself. Also, I brought my oc to answer with me (I want to spice it up a bit) Taniya: happy to answer ^-^

~Dire Crowley appears before you~

Question 1: Welcome to Night Raven College! Did you enjoy the trip here?

Me: i don't know how did i get here but wow

Taniya: hmmm...yes and no

Me: why?

Taniya: if you were me, you know why -_-

Question 2: Wonderful! All students here must choose one of the seven dormitories to reside in during the school year. Which one do you choose? Why?

Me: I’m mostly interested in Ignihyde because of technologies and stuff

Taniya: look at my ears and tails, it’s obvious I’m from savanaclaw

Question 3: Now that you’re officially a student, what would you like to learn first?

Me: history about magic, I luv magic

Taniya: LEVITATION! SO I CAN USE IT TO CRUSH MY EMEMIES BY LIFTING A GIANT OBJECT AND THROW AT THEIR FACES!!! *gives out a cute evil laugh*

Me: 0_0'

Taniya: also I can easily get things from up high since that I'm short and I can easily clean my messy dorm room just like one of the movies *smiles*

Question 4: I’ll leave you to settle in now. Before I go, do you have any questions about the college?

Me: one question, *fangirling scream* why did you accept hot guys in your college?

Taniya: is there a potion for making me taller? 0w0

~Crowley out~ 

Taniya: hey! I’m talking here!

Question 5: Which dormitory leader are you excited to meet? Why?

Me: ALL BECAUSE THEY'RE SO HOT!!!

Taniya: I'm fine with everyone *whispers* except Leona and Azul

Question 6: Azul offers you the chance to fulfill your heart’s desire. What is it, and do you accept?

Taniya: don't you dare go near with that sea demon

Me: why? he's going to make my wish come true

Taniya: yeah but I'm warning you that guy is bad news

Me: just because you hate fish, doesn't mean you hate him, as well. Also, what about you? do you want something in your heart's desire?

Taniya: of course not! I won't make deals with someone who can impossibly grants people's wish and I still don't trust him, especially the twins

Question 7: Which of the boys are you friends with? Why?

Me: of course, Taniya!, ortho, ace, and kalim are cool to hangout

Taniya: most of my friends are Leona, Ruggie, Jack since we lived at the same dorm and the rest are ortho, idia, trey, kalim, lilia, and silver because they're ok to talk to

Taniya: aww

Me: ur welcome~

Question 8: C’mon, we all know everyone at the school is attractive. Is there someone (or more) you’re crushing on?

Me: WELL DUH! EVERY BOYS ARE ATTRACTIVE! and *looks at Taniya with a smirky face*

Taniya: what?

Me: is there someone you have a crush on?

Taniya: me? nah I'm not interested with guys

Me: ohohoh but there is and I know who~

Taniya: oh yeah tell me

Me: it’s obvious you two are like almost a couple but you just don’t realized it. He’s tall, cunning, handsome face and he's a third year

Taniya: dude every third year are tall, cunning, and handsome

Me: but you know him, right? you're always with him whenever he needs you *smiles*

Taniya: I’ve been hanging out with bunch of guys in my life and even if I do, none of them are my type but what you're refering to....

Me: *waiting for her to realize it’s Leona*

Taniya: hmm....nope doesn't ring my bell

Me: girl you need to learn more about love life

Taniya: no thanks

Question 9: The hallways are a terrifying place to be after hours. Who’s the last person you wanna be out there with?

Me: ready?

Taniya: ok

Me & Taniya: 1, 2, 3...GHOST!!!

Me: nailed it

Question 10: Would you rather listen to Jamil’s puns, work at the Mostro Cafe with Jade and Floyd, or clean the dungeons with Lilia?

Me: I'm fine with Jamil's puns

Taniya: I'll just go help cleaning the dungeon with Lilia

Question 11: Everyone loves karaoke night at the Cafe! Do you sing? If so, which song would be your go to?

Me: yeah I can sing but I don't know which song that fits me, I guess It'll Be Alright by Cody Francis

Taniya: I can sing as well and the song I would sing is Faster Car by Anders Lystell.....wait a minute! since when did the Cafe have karaoke?

Question 12: Riddle invites you to a tea party with the rest of Heartslabyul. Do you attend?

Me: yes, I love tea parties

Taniya: me too, so we don't have to get our heads cut

Me: oh yeah....

Question 13: Choose a champion!

Me: I know who's a champion

Taniya: same here

Both: ME!!! *looks at eachother*

Taniya: actually we're the champions

Question 14: Favorite headcanon(s)?

Me: I don't have a favorite but I like all of it

Taniya: canons x self-insert/oc's

Question 15: Unpopular opinion?

Both: nope/nada

Question 16: You forgot to send Maleus an invitation. Your survival plan?

Me: pretending I'm not invited either and next time, I will invite him to my "I'M SORRY FOR NOT INVITING YOU" party

Taniya: who's that?

Me: you know that horned guy that lives in the diasomnia and always been forgetten in every invitation.

Taniya: oh that guy, was he in the party, last week?

Me: idk but it's better to not mention about it to Maleus because he might gonna zap you with his spinning wheel staff like a grilled potato

Taniya: .....ok, I'm with your plan

Question 17: Be honest, would you trust Rook to shoot an apple off your head?

Me: ohhh yes, I want to see if he really shoot that apple

Taniya: no, I would probably be dead for 1.5 second -_-;

Question 18: Lilia, Ace, and Kalim invite you to hang out with them. Do you go?

Me: Absolutely

Taniya: eh why not

Question 19: Where is your favorite place to chill on campus?

Me: chilling at the Mostro Cafe while wearing my headphones on

Taniya: outside the campus roof or I could do parkour for fun

Me: ohh can I come?

Taniya: sure, if you know how to climb a high building before

Question 20: Ortho asks if you’ll help him drag Idia out of his room so he won’t skip class. How does that work out?

Me: I would convince him to go out because he’ll miss everything that is going on

Taniya: why not we use Idia’s unfinished vr headset then trick him that you, me, and ortho help fixing his vr and telling that we created an adventure virtual reality game called “NIGHT RAVEN SIMULATOR” for him, as a test subject, to practice interacting with other students. We just have to remove the lenses, make very convincing that everything is just a simulator/game, and lure him out from his room to attend his classes

Me: but what if he notice our trick?

Taniya: don’t worry I’ll tell the other students/teachers that we have to play along with his virtual fantasy and not let Idia to suspect anything and everything that is reality

Me: but what if it fail?

Taniya: *sighs* if it fails, well at least we can do is getting him to experience of going out for one last time

Taniya: at the end of class, we’ll send him back to his room and tell everyone never mentioned about our “getting idia out from his room” plan

Me: ok that really is too much work but that’s actually smart of you

Taniya: well it’s that least I can do to help a friend to boost his confidence

Me: aww *hugs her*

Question 21: Who would you rather train with, Jack, Sebek, or Ashton?

Me: is it alright to say none of them?

Taniya: training with Jack, ok but with Ashton, no way

Question 22: You’re locked up in Mr. S’s shoppe after hours, who’s with you?

Me: do I really have to pick? then ace and kamil, we’ll get in trouble in the morning

Taniya: Ruggie, I guess? he’ll help me find a potion that can grow my height

Question 23: Leona fell asleep…again. This time on top of you. You have potions in 15 minutes; what do you do?

Me: I don’t mind sleeping with him, he’s kind of cute and comfy to begin with

Taniya: I’ll gently push him off and draw his face with a permanent marker while he’s asleep. When he wakes up, I’ll pretend nothing happened until someone notice his face

Me: that’s kinda devious

Taniya: that’s what he get for sleeping on me

Question 24: Would you rather go on a magic carpet ride with Kalim, let Vil give you the Pomefiore spa treatment, or play on Azul’s grand piano (with his supervision)?

Me: magic carpet with kalim!

Taniya: a spa treatment would be nice

Me: why don’t you join us?

Taniya: you know I have aerophobia! I won’t go anywhere that involves flying

Me: *whispers* you’re no fun

Taniya: I heard that

Question 25: Grimm feels a little left out. Comfort him?

Me: yes, I’ll give him a stuffed mouse to play with

Taniya: I’ll bring him along with me on a journey

Me: ohh like what?

Taniya: as a dorm assistant, I’ll hire him as my helping buddy to do the work in my dormitory    

Me: that’s nice

Ok that's all you want to see here and wow this is really long. For the tags, I bet almost everyone are already been tagged since I've been posting this kinda late so.... I guess @nerdgod555 , @ocean-water-tea , and @mint-sugar-1121 if anyone wants to do this game just go to @edda-blattfe and you can find that mention tw tag game. Hope u enjoy our crazy journey bye~ 

Taniya: good bye~ *waves her hand* ^-^

[amnachil]

To the Perfection Chapter 2 Part 4

The next part for you guys :) More drama and... more drama that’s all.

Cody Thursday March 28

Wanting to please Thomas was a good idea. But hell if Cody knew how to do it. Now that he was convinced Ilhan and his crush were a thing he had decided to try his luck too. But the ginger literally hated him. He had tried everything... He had been coming to the gym with Joël in hope to have a training session the three of them together. He had tried his best during soccer's practice. But the truth was : Thomas didn't need him. He has a whole life without me. I wonder when I became an old memory for him... There was no point to ask any advice to Joël. He's nice and all but... Not very bright. So the teenager tried to spy on Ilhan. After all, his friend had succeeded to conquer Thomas's heart one way or another. But there was absolutely nothing special about him. Sure he was devoted, sweet and caring but Cody was all that too. And I know Thomas since kindergarten... And that was why this evening, Cody had came up with his ultimate plan. There was one person on earth who knew Thomas maybe better than Thomas himself. And luckily, this person would be back in two days for the weekend. The young teenager knocked at the Muller's door, a bit stressed. His ginger friend wasn't supposed to come back before hours. Because he's at Ilhan's place... Raphaël's boyfriend opened.

"Hi." greeted Cody. "You may not recognise me. I'm one of Thomas's friend ?"

The other nodded.

"Sorry but he's not here right now." he smiled.

"Well, that's not a problem since I didn't came to talk to him... Hum I was just... Well I don't know how to say it."

Dan looked at him curiously. He was a very chubby lad. Buff too. A great mix of fat and muscle to be fair, and Cody wouldn't put in a fight with him.

"I just wanted to talk to Raphaël this weekend about something..." he revealed. "I was just wondering if you could tell him that ? He doesn't answer his phone."

"Yeah, he's not in the country." replied the other. "And don't worry, I'll tell him. He should have some free time on saturday late afternoon."

"Nice. Thank you. Bye."

Cody left right away. This is my only chance. I need Raphaël to reveal me some intel about his sibling...

He was almost home when he recieved a text. Weird. Nobody ever texts me. But the content was even more surprising. Joël had sent him a link to the group chat of the class. Should I be offended I havn't been invited before ? He suddenly saw the photos. Thomas and Ilhan talking under the trees. Kissing. Going home. Jessica had posted a lot of them with a big caption :

< They're a couple ! So cool for our captain !!!! >

It hurt. Cody's heart clenched and he felt a wave of sadness take hold of him. This is nothing new. I already knew that. But it became more real now. He read Joël's text.

< Jo : OhMigOd ThoMy Is gAy !! ILhAn toO ! WhAt do You tHinK ?!! >

I feel like shit. I want to puke. All these years he had restrained his feelings because he thought Thomas was interested in girls. And now that they were growing apart, the love of his life happened to be into men. Another message popped in.

< Jo : I thInk thisis CoOl ! BuT Man ThomY coUd havE tOld uS ! >

Note for later : teach Joël how to type on a cellphone... Well of course their friend hadn't tell them. Because they weren't friends anymore. Barely acquaintances. We don't know him anymore. He finally replied.

< Cody : I hope they will be fine with this huge revelation. This is not a silly topic and Jessica did something bad. You should not talk to them about it before they agree to talk openly. >

< Jo : ToO Late !! xoxo TexTed Tomy. He SaiD iT wAs finE. He'S oky ! >

Cody shut off his phone. So it was fine ? I don't want to think about it anymore. Fine... They were a couple and it was fine if everyone knew about it. What are my chances in these conditions ? He decided to cry only when he was locked in his bedroom.

Dan Saturday March 30

Everything looked different when you were next to the person you loved. Dan couldn't say how happy he was to have Raphaël back. It's only for two days, but it feels so damn good. The morning went perfectly. Same for lunch time : it looked like the two brothers had made peace now. Thomas was smiling perfectly and acting nicely. So the college student couldn't picture what could go wrong. At least until Cody showed up. The teenager sat in the living room with Raphaël. He was obviously stressed, even shaking a bit. Well, Dan wasn't the most observant people on earth but he had noted how Thomas was staring at his "friend". The way he had tensed up when this one had came inside. There is something bad going on between them.

"You wanted to talk with me." smiled Raphaël. "I'm all ears."

"Yeah well... Sorry if I'm bothering you. I'll make it short."

"The faster, the better." approved Thomas. "My brother gets only two day for himself."

His comment brought a cold look from Raphaël and Cody became even more discomforted.

"It's just... I was worried about Thomas. I fear how our classmates will react to his forced coming out. I mean when the photo of him and Ilhan together went out, people were crazy. I don't want anyone to hurt him."

A blank followed. Dan blinked, stunned. Wait. I need time to process. Thomas's forced coming out ? Thomas and Ilhan ? The reaction of people ? A feeling of deja-vu made him uneasy. His own experience had been kinda similar. Next to him, Thomas sighed. He was apparently annoyed. Raphaël on the other hand didn't move an inch. He was like frozen.

"Uh... Did I said something bad ?" asked Cody.

"No." whispered the eldest brother. "I understand what you're saying. Being gay can be perceived as a sin and people can be very intolerant about it. Thomas must be very happy to have a friend like you who support him through this. Especially if his coming out wasn't... planned."

He glanced at his sibling who looked away.

"I'm also very happy for you Thomas." he continued. "It's nice to know you find someone you... can show affection to."

Dan frowned. It was very difficult to know what Raphaël was thinking. He's so impassive, so apathetic. I think he's trying very hard to show an emotion but he's failing.

"Maybe... Maybe you should discuss about it with Thomas himself." suggested Raphaël. "Oh and Dan can help, he had a similar experience. I will just... Go away."

When the college student arrived in the bedroom an hour later, his boyfriend was laying in the bed, covered by the blanket. Thomas, despite being a bit mad, had tried to be nice and he had explained things to Cody and Dan. So they're a couple for one month now. Well honestly I'm not that surprised.

"Can you close the door ?" asked Raphaël. "The light is bothering me."

His cold tone alerted Dan who obeyed diligently. He laid next to his man and passed an harm around his shoulders.

"Are you alright ?" he whispered.

Only silent. No he's not. But the brown lad didn't know why exactly. Yes it was quite a big thing but there were no reason to be in one hell of a state right ? Thomas was gay and he dated a classmate. It was all good news !

"Are you worried about your brother ?" he asked. "I know very well it can be scary but he's fine. He has friend who care about him. A wonderful and supportive brother. There is nothing common between my coming out and his. I can even ask Darren to watch him at school and..."

Raphaël suddenly raise his head. His face was particulary cold.

"You talked with Darren ?" he mumbled with a scaring voice.

"Well yeah ? He's my bestfriend remember ? Oh yeah I told you he was distant lately but we're better now. He was just having some doubts about himself."

His boyfriend dug his head in his soft chest.

"This is a shitty day." he whispered. "I just want to sleep."

"Okay. Come here baby."

Thomas Sunday March 31

"So... urp. We're... urp... boyfriend now ?"

"It has been a month. If people ask, tell them this."

Ilhan rolled his eyes. He swallowed the spoonful of jelly Thomas was giving him. A belly rub made him moan.

"I got that." he said. "But are we boyfriend boyfriend or what ?"

The ginger gave him a dirty look. How stupid can he be ?

"We're pretending to be a couple." he explained. "If people ask, we're dating. Isn't it clear enough ?"

With his two hands he pushed the other onto the mattress. He had a better view of his swollen stomach now. It looks nicely stuffed.

"Wait. Does that mean you love me now ?" asked again Ilhan.

"Heck do I look like I love you man ? You're gross."

While speaking, Thomas unbuttoned Ilhan's pants and stroked his dick. I'm sure he can fit at least one more pie.

"And why are we pretending again ?"

"That's defenitely not your business."

There were several reasons for it. First of all, even if he hated to admit it, Thomas needed to fuck someone to avoid any tragic accident with Dan. And Ilhan was better than a nobody. Secondly, now that everyone knew about their thing, it was easier to pretend to be a couple. And finally Raphaël wouldn't suspect that his brother has a huge (really huge) crush on his boyfriend if he was dating someone else. Thomas cut the pie.

"This is simple." he stated. "You continue to be exactly what you're : a perfect little piggy who is craving to be fucked. And at school be the same. Don't try to be sweet or to show affection, it would be sickening."

"O... Okay."

"Now let's finish this pie. I want the nurse to be horrified tomorrow when she realises you weight 86 kg (190 pounds) of pure blubber."

When he headed home on late afternoon, Thomas was thinking. He had made the best of this bad situation. I should have known people would eventually find out. Cody had truly screwed up this time. This useless stupid leech would pay for this one way or an other. But at least, now Raphaël knew and more importantly, Dan too. All I need now is to be better than my brother. He was coming closer to his home when he felt a cold. His surroundings were freezing. Or maybe it was only in his head.

"I told you to not talk to him ever again." a very, very (very) cold tone resonated. "Do I need to repeat myself ?"

Thomas decided it was better to hide. He ran behind the nearest tree and looked around. Raphaël was talking with Darren. I knew there was something fishy.

"Look, you're mad, I get it." assured the science teacher. "And you despise me, fair enough. But Dan is my bestfriend and I won't let him down. We're having fun together, I'm not a threat anymore !"

Anymore ?! What does that mean ? This is so interesting ! The temperature seemed to decrease. Everything looked about to die of exposure. Thomas had already lived such a phenomenon once. A very long time ago, when their father had almost hit their mother. Raphaël, 8 at the time, had ordered him to stop. He had been emitting the same aura back then and now. Needless to say, their father had never even raised his voice again.

"There is no way I let you hang out with my boyfriend." said the ginger.

His tone was deadly cold. Thomas almost see frost spead around him. It was frankly terrifying and he shivered. He would face the same dreadful voice if Raphaël discovered his plan to steal Dan's love from him.

"I assure you I'm not the same person than in middle school !" whined Darren with fear. "I beg you. I just want to be his friend. I won't tell him about us, never."

About what now ?! Thomas was clearly afraid of his brother but he smiled anyway. His science teacher and Raphaël had been a couple ! That was the best thing he could have asked for ! Man, I already picture Dan getting jealous... Raph getting mad... And when my dear love realise how scary he is... This is it. It was his perfect plan. He only needed proof.

To be continued

Cody is depressed because he has a crush on the most perfect person in the world... Although a lot of people would think otherwise. Ilhan being the first in line ;)

Anyway, our young ginger found a weakness to his dangerous (magical ?) brother. How will he exploit it ? Raphaël doesn’t seems good, but it’s only the beginning of his problems.

For those who wonder, Liam (MC of the College Society) believes Raphaël is a mutant. And maybe he’s right, because this is some terrifying aura that he has here.

[pixelburied]

Five Little Words (ILITW Lucas x MC - Part 1)

Summary: This is the first in a series exploring the relationship between Lucas and Denise (MC) pre and post ILITW.

A/N: I’m not sure if the Read More cut works on mobile but as always, I will be tagging as Long Fic and Long Post. Tags at the bottom. :)

TW: Some swearing

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“Sir Lucas, at your service.”

Those were the first five words Lucas had said to Denise in three years.

Unfortunately, her first words to him were “my hero” like some stupid damsel in distress. He was helping her up after stumbling out of a locker (courtesy of Cody and Joss – those assholes) when she realized how long it had been since they last spoke.

Not that she was keeping track.

She just happened to distinctly remember the first day of high school.

Back then, things hadn’t been great for a long time – not since… Jane. At eight years old, she not only lost her best friend, she lost all her friends.

But she was sure that things were about to get better. High school would be better.

Denise spent the night before picking out the perfect outfit. First impressions count, her mother would always say. But on the day itself, just before she made her way to school, she was so nervous her stomach twisted into itself. She ran to the bathroom, feet thumping loudly on the hardwood floor, and bent over the toilet. She steadied herself with a hand against the wall as she watched the contents of her breakfast flush away.

Not a great start. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would calm her down.

So much for the perfect outfit. She threw off her sweater and grabbed the first clean shirt she could find.

When she arrived for her first class, all the seats were taken save for one next to Lucas in the front.

She hadn’t talked to him since they were kids. And she sure as hell wasn’t about to.

She scanned the room for another open space but no luck. Lucas caught her hesitating at the door and motioned his head toward the seat beside him.

She kept her head down as she took a seat, making it a point not to look at him.

“You look great.” She heard a whisper and turned to Lucas with raised eyebrows. He couldn’t possibly be talking to her, can he?

When their eyes met, Lucas smiled and she noticed faint dimples lining his cheeks. Had he always had those?

She mumbled her thanks and looked away. She tried to give her shirt a little sniff, praying that she didn’t smell like bile.

~~~

As time passed, Denise realized that she had been wrong.

Things didn’t get any better.

High school was hell and all those movies with jocks and nerds singing together in harmony had lied to her.

She had spent the last couple of years keeping to herself. She had managed to stay away from trouble by keeping her head down and not getting involved in other people’s business.

But when she saw Britney’s group tormenting poor Lily again, she knew she had to do something.

Lily looked like she was on the verge of tears when Denise stepped between her and Cody.

“What? You gonna fight her battles for her?” The jock sneered.

“You’re all talk, no bite and everyone knows it.” She snapped back, gritting her teeth.

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you bite.”

Cody wound his fist and Denise closed her eyes and braced herself for impact –

“Cody, Principal Flores wants to talk to you about something.” The crowd around them hushed and they all turned to see Lucas standing down the hallway.

Cody gave her one last pointed look before walking away with a huff. As the crowd dispersed, Denise met Lucas’ eyes. The corner of his lips curled up and he shrugged before going on his way.

Denise didn’t know if the principal really wanted anything from Cody.

But she suspected that wasn’t actually the case when, during the next couple of times she got tangled with him, Lucas would always show up saying Cody was being summoned by a teacher.

The third time it happened, classes hadn’t even started but Cody had already zeroed in on her. When Lucas came up saying Mr. Cooper wanted to talk to him, she knew that Cody had finally caught on, meeting Lucas’ stare with spite.

When she saw Lucas next at lunch that day, there was blue under his left eye and a small cut near the corner of his lip. Tripped and fell, she heard him say from a nearby table.

But Denise knew better.

She pilfered a box of Band-Aids from the nurse’s office and snuck it into his bag on the way out from their last class.

Lucas felt her bump into him and he smiled at her, lifting a hand as if to touch her shoulder but changing his mind at the last second. She gave him a small nod and walked out without another glance.

~~~

She didn’t think about Lucas for a long time after that.

Which wasn’t hard, because they didn’t have a lot of classes together. Lucas was too smart, too advanced for kids like her.

So when she saw him during their senior year welcoming assembly, she felt the wind get knocked right out of her.

When did Lucas get so hot?

She hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. But Noah, ever the quiet, perceptive one from their old group, heard her. “Yeah, yeah. Everyone likes the tall guy with cool hair.”

Denise felt her cheeks heat up as Lucas stood on the podium, smiling and waving at the crowd.

Damn it.

She kept her eyes on him until the cheer squad took the stage to start their routine.

~~~

The next few weeks were by far the worst of her life.

Mr. Red had returned and was intent on getting their little group together again. She had been doing her best to keep strong, spending every spare second researching for answers, trying to find a way to defeat him – it – whatever Redfield was.

With all that was happening, the last thing she wanted was to go to a party. Least of all, one at Britney’s house.

But Lily somehow convinced her to go.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Lily was beaming. She and Britney had patched things up, or so Lily says. Denise was still wary but she didn’t want to say anything that would offend her.

“Just – be careful, okay?” She put a hand on Lily’s shoulder as they made their way to Britney’s house. She may not have been there for her friends for a long time, but she was here now.

And she would never let anyone – or anything – hurt them again.

When she found Lucas at the party, he was scanning a collection of books in the study. He stood there in the imposing room, looking at home in the middle of the Oakwood décor.

“Lucas?”

Lucas dropped the book he was holding and tried to steady himself against one of the shelves but fumbled against the air instead.

“Smooth…” She laughed as she noticed a bit of red crawl on to his cheeks.

After she had managed to convince him to sit on the plush leather chair, she perched herself on the desk in front of him.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears as she told Lucas about how she thought the room fit him well – all suave and put together. He chuckled a little but his smile did not reach his eyes.

“You of all people should know I’m not as together as I am…” She did know.

She’d only known for a few days about how he had used medication to help him focus. He had stolen a few pages from his mother’s prescription pad.

But she also knew how he was trying to make things right. She was with him when he threw the remaining pill bottles in the trash behind the hospital when they visited Dan.

She hadn’t told him, but she was proud of him. That was the Lucas she knew – always trying to do things right, always doing his best. Maybe always doing too much. His zeal had become his undoing and all she wanted was to be someone he could lean on.

“You do so much, and you do it all by yourself… It’s really incredible.” She met his eyes, almost reaching out to hold him but deciding against it. “But I want you to know that you can rely on me, if you want to.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows, meeting her eyes. She didn’t know if she had crossed a line by saying that. She wanted to look away but she couldn’t. She felt herself being pulled toward him, eyes still searching his.

Denise knew that if she didn’t say it now, she might never get another chance. And so, with voice so quiet she was scared he might not hear her, she said the five words she never thought she’d have the guts to say.

“Lucas, can I kiss you?”

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Tags: @thedepthsremember @boujeechoices

[mf-despair-queen]

Dance With Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: Pure Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, More Filth

Notes: #SorryNotSorry

The bitter liquid slid down his throat as he slammed the shot glass down onto the table in front of him. Beside him, Tyler let out a loud whoop, leaning back into the leather of the booth they sat in. Daniel and Cody sat across from them, calling for another round of shots already.

“Guys, don’t you think we should slow down a bit?” Dylan asked his friends, his head buzzing from the countless shots they had done since they arrived at the club.

Tyler pat him on the back roughly, Dylan jolting forward from the impact. “Hell no dude! This night is for you! We got to celebrate! That means we have to get you as drunk as humanly possible!”

“Yeah man,” Daniel continued, placing the shots he was given in front of everyone. “This night is to celebrate one of the best guys we know! And his name is…” he paused, glancing around the table, his eyes landing on Dylan. “What was your name again?”

The four boys let out a loud laugh, knowing it was a joke. Cody held his glass up, the boys following his lead. “To Dylan!”

“To Dylan!” The guys responded. With a clink of the shot glasses, they downed the shots again.

Dylan had lost count of how many shots they made him do that night. He wasn’t as far gone as the others, but he could definitely make a couple of poor choices if he wasn’t careful.

Tyler pushed Dylan’s shoulder as the song in the club switched to “Worth It” by Fifth Harmony. “Oh my god guys! This is my jam! It’s time to hit that dance floor!” Daniel and Cody cheered, pulling on Dylan’s arms, dragging him from his spot. Dancing was the last thing Dylan wanted, but he would humor the guys a bit.

He weaved his way through the mess of sweaty bodies, watching as Tyler led a group dance to the song. Cody and Daniel found a couple of girls to dance with, ignoring the fact that Dylan disappeared into the crowd. Dylan’s head was pounding, wishing he could escape the packed dance floor he was in the middle of.

Two arms wrapped around his arm, their fingers running under the tight sleeve of his shirt on his bicep. A seductive voice whispered into his ear. “Hey baby. Wanna dance?”

Dylan turned to the voice. There you stood, clad in a tight black dress that hugged every curve of your body. It was low cut, your breasts ready to escape at any second. The dress ended in the middle of your thighs, though it seemed shorter by the look of your silky legs in the black heels you wore.

Dylan smirks, wrapping one arm firmly around your waist and pulling you close. “Sure, babe. Show me what you got.”

You returned the smirk, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck. You guys moved to the rhythm together. Your hands roamed his torso, enjoying the way his muscles would tense under your touch. His hands ran along your spine, landing on your ass. You moaned slightly into his ear, feeling him caress your ass to the music.

“Damn, babe. You really know how to dance,” Dylan told you, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours softly. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, the aroma making you more wet.

The song “That’s What I Like” by Bruno Mars came on next, causing you to spin in his arms, your hair whipping him in the face lightly. He felt your ass grinding against him, his erection growing at the contact. You felt the bulge growing, grinding harder as you felt it pressing into your backside. One arm wrapped around your waist, resting it on your stomach, while his other hand pushed aside your hair. His lips attached to your neck, your head tilting to the side to allow him more access. You could feel him grinding into you in return, arousal coursing through your body.

You placed a hand onto his, outlining the veins that protruded, finding it alluring and sexy. “Baby, we can’t do this here,” You told him, having to bite your lip to keep the moans at bay. “We haven’t finished dancing yet.”

Dylan kissed his way up you jaw to your ear, nibbling the earlobe and flicking his tongue over it. “How about we get out of here and I can show you a new dance? It’s called the Horizontal Tango, and I think you will love it.

You groaned, grabbed his hand and pulling him towards the exit. You didn’t care you had just ditched the girls you had come to the bar with, nor did Dylan care that he ditched the guys. His mind was solely focused on you, and what kinky things he could do with you.

He didn’t have the opportunity to get into the car before you were shoving him against the hood and hiking your leg up to his waist. Dylan moaned into the kiss, feeling your warm cunt pressed against his erection through his jeans. His dick twitched wildly in its confinement, wanting to be free and inside of you already. But he knew, even in his near-drunken stupor, that he shouldn’t fuck you against his car in the parking lot of the club. He had more class than that.

His hand gripped your thigh, rubbing small circles along it. Goosebumps ran down your arms, pulling him as close as you could. He gripped the bottom of your thigh, motioning for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress riding up so he could see the red lingerie underneath it.

“Fuck, princess. We need to go now. I don’t want to fuck you outside the club like this,” Dylan grumbled, feeling you leaving countless hickeys along his throat. He fumbled with the car door, dropping you into the seat as soon as it was open and slamming the door harder than he meant to. Jumping into the driver’s seat, he barely had time to put on his seatbelt before he was racing down the road to his house.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt as he drove, Dylan shifting in his seat. “Are you a good driver, baby?” You spared him a quick glance, his eyes dark with lust, trying hard to remain focused on the road ahead of him.

“Why do you ask, princess?” His hand tightened on the steering wheel, listening as the belt was removed and thrown haphazardly into the back of his car.

“Because you’re going to need to be for what I’m about to do to you.” You kissed his cheek, your nimble fingers undoing the button on his pants in one shot. His breath hitched as you undid his zipper, nearly driving off the road as your grabbed his dick. You pumped him gently, swiping your thumb over the swollen tip to gather the precum that had leaked out. “You better get us to your place soon before I have to get myself off. I need you baby, but I can’t wait too much longer.”

You leaned over, pushing his pants and boxers away just enough to take his cock in your mouth, sucking on it as hard and fast as you could. Your name hit your ears at the action, Dylan placing a hand on the back of your head to help guide your motions to the best of his ability. Your tongue ran along the underside of his cock, finding the pulsing vein that throbbed with want. You sucked his tip, tasting the salty liquid falling freely onto your tongue every time it lapped over the tip. Hollowing your cheeks, you pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You were so focused on your task that you didn’t notice him pull into his driveway, killing the engine. His moans got louder with each passing second until his cock twitch erratically, spilling his load into your mouth.

You pulled away from him, swallowing his cum graciously and licking your lips. Dylan watched you through half lidded eyes, his cock getting hard again already just from that one action. He said nothing to you as he fixed himself and rushed from the car, pulling you behind him. You jumped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him forcefully as he fumbled with his keys.

Once inside, the door slammed shut behind you and you were pressed up against it. His hand found the zipper of the dress, pulling it down enough so he would pull the front of the dress down. Your breasts spilled free, perfectly positioned in front of his face. He let his tongue wander down the valley of your breasts, using one hand to palm your breast. His thumb passes over your nipple, the nub hardening at his touch.

“God, princess. They’re so perfect.” You watched him lick his lips, slipping his tongue over your nipple. Each motion cause it to harden more, the arch between your thighs growing more evident. Your hands ran through his hair as you watched him alternate between your tits, his teeth grazing over your nipples and his tongue tracing the entirety of your breasts.

“Baby, I need you inside me. I don’t care what part of you it is, I need something inside me right now.” Dylan placed a sensual kiss to your lips, carrying you to his kitchen table. Yanking the dress off in a flash his fingers swiped your cunt, gathering the moisture on his fingers.

“Shit, babe. You’re so wet already. All for me?” You nodded, your head falling back onto the table. “Good. Because you are all mine.” He ripped the thong you were wearing, tossing it straight into the trash. Light kisses were placed along our thighs, avoiding the spot you wanted him to be. You hand blindly flung around until you found the top of his head, shoving his face into your pussy. He licked one long strip along your folds before shoving his tongue deep within you.

Your moans were load, on the verge of turning into screams of pleasure. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at the roots every time he hit your spots. His lips moved to encircle your clit, putting light pressure on the sensitive spot. The slight stubble he had scraped along your folds, collecting your juices along the way.

His fingers found their way into your slit, massaging your walls as he swirled them around. Every pump of his fingers hit your g-spot, your legs twitching each time. His fingers started thrusting faster, your breathing hastening at the actions. Your walls started to clench around him digits when he pulled them from you, receiving a whimper from your mouth.

He licked his fingers thoroughly, a small pop heard at the end when he pulled them from his mouth. “Delicious. But I want you to cum around my cock baby.”

He helped you into a sitting position, his plump lips finding your swollen ones. You found your way to the bottom of his shirt, tugging at it continuously. He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it in a random direction. Your lips connected again, teeth clashing at the spontaneous kisses he placed on your lips. Your hands gripped his biceps, feeling them ripple under your touch.  He worked on the button of his pants, kicking aimlessly to get them down his legs and off his ankles.

You trailed your fingers down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs. “You must work out baby. Because I can’t lie to you. You are fine.” You bit your lip, watching his whiskey eyes turn black with lust.

“I just got back from a movie that required a lot of physical training. But you know, this isn’t the only part of me that is fine. Want me to show you?” Dylan’s tongue flicked over his lips, trying to keep them moist. Without uttering a word, you tugged his boxers down and jumped off the table, entangling yourself around his waist. His cock was pressed against his stomach, your wet pussy sliding against it.

He stumbled down the hall, before pressing his back against a wall. He leaned you back enough so he could pump himself, lining himself up with your entrance. “I read online once about this position. It was called “dirty dancing.” What a way to continue our dance from the club, right?” You mumbled incoherent words, waiting for him to consume you in pure ecstasy.

He slammed into you, your mewls echoing through his hallway. He gripped your waist tightly, helping you roll your hips into his. “Fuck princess. You are so goddamn tight. You feel so good.” He leaned harder on the wall, thrusting upwards into you. Your tits were a perfect view, bouncing with each thrust for his pleasure. The only thing he could make out was the constant string of “fucks” you were giving off. You clawed at his shoulders, long red marks evident in the darkness.

Kicking off the wall, he carried you into his room, his cock pulsating repeatedly within you. Your toes curled every time you felt it, your walls clenching every time. Dropping you on the bed, he stopped moving completely, tugging your legs around his waist and his fingers running along your thighs.

“Come on baby. If you say something dirty to me, I will make you cum. It will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” Dylan’s words were erotic, your mouth was dry, and you could barely breath at this moment.

You stared up at him, your hand slipping down the front of your body till it reached your clit. Rubbing it softly, you smirked up at him. “Do your worst to me, daddy.”

“Shit. That was fucking hot. Don’t stop talking, princess.” He rammed into you once more, his cock hitting your spot every time. His speed was godlike, the sound of slapping skin filling the room. His hips rolled against yours, helping to apply additional pressure to your clit. Lips found your tits again, biting at the hard peak.

“Oh daddy. You love how you fuck me. Please, let me cum for you.” Dylan broke from the nipple, exhaling deeply onto it. His moves were getting sloppy, and you both knew he was getting close to the end.

“Fuck. You are the best, baby girl. Go ahead and cum. I want to hear you scream.” He replaced your hand with his, rubbing ferociously at your clit. Your moans got louder, your back arched at his touch. Your toes curled into his back, your walls clenching around his cock more than before.

With one final swallow, you let out a loud scream. “Oh daddy! Just like that!” Your body quaked, shaking under his.  He felt your insides spasm, letting out a groan and he came inside of you. You felt his cock twitch inside you, his warm seed filling up your insides. His arms flexed, doing his best not to collapse on top of you. When the twitched ceased, he pulled from you, a string of cum dripping out from inside of you.

He stared into your eyes, his tongue running along his lips slowly. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I liked being called daddy.”

He placed one sweet kiss to your lips before collapsing onto the bed next to you. You sighed contently, turning onto your side and curling into his side. “Somehow, I knew you would.”

“So, what is the irony that the guys would take me to the same exact bar for my bachelor party as the girls took you for your bachelorette party? Because I’m pretty sure that’s now how these things work.” Dylan’s eyes twinkled with mischief, teasing you as you nuzzled into his chest.

“I don’t care about how ironic it is. I’m just glad I got to dance with you out of all the people there.” You kissed his chest, feeling him run his hand through your hair.

“Just thing, princess. The next time we have a dance, it will be at our wedding.” He felt you smile and kissed your forehead. “I love you, YN.”

You yawned but leaned up to kiss him briefly. “I love you too, Dyl.”

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August/25/17

I laid sprawled out on my bed, staring up at the ceiling fan, thoughts swirling around my head. Clutching my chest, I tried to calm down. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

“You’re over reacting, Parker.”

I quickly rolled onto my back, glaring down at the tall man on my floor.

“Over reacting!? I’m moving into the dorms tomorrow and you think I’m over reacting!? I thought I was being very calm about the whole thing. If anything, I think my serious lack of reaction should be cause for concern.” I gasped, turning on to my back again.

I wanted to push myself this year, get out of my comfort zone. High school was hell, and afterwards, the idea of going off to college was impossible. All those new people, a roommate, a new place. I couldn’t do it. Instead, I signed up for online classes and planned, if I’d mustered up the courage, to go to college next year -this year.

Well, the deadline to register for classes came all too soon, and now, here I was having a mini panic attack the day before I was supposed to move in.

“I should just withdraw now. I’m sure there are still some online classes available,” I mused in an attempt to calm myself down.

A sigh rose from the floor and I turned my head, glancing at my best friend.

James closed his copy of “Our Mutual Friend,” by Charles Dickens -his current obsession- giving me his undivided attention.

“What if the teacher calls on me and I forget my name or stutter or-or, what if I trip and break my laptop or my arm or worse! Someone else’s!” I worried, wringing my hands, trying to shake off the growing anxiety.

“We’ll take it one day at a time. The first day of classes are simple. The professors,” He paused, giving me a point look. “will read through the syllabus, ask for everyone’s names, and dismiss the class early.” James explained, opening his book again.

Before he could turn back to it, I shot up into a sitting position, legs tucked under my bottom. “But what if the teacher-”

“Professor.”

“But what if they hate me and go out of their way to make school awful?” I babbled on, ignoring his interruption. “What if I ask a dumb question? or what if…..nobody likes me?”

There was a moment of silence. I looked down at my hands, fiddling my fingers. They were blurry and I realised I was crying.

“What’s not to like?”

I looked up at him wide eyed and teary.

“People say I’m annoying, I cry too much, I don’t play sports, I’m short and weak and I ask too many questions,” I sniffed, fresh tears falling. And it was all true. The world had standards for men, things that were “normal,” and I didn’t match any of them. People don’t like “different.” I learned that the hard way.

James stood up with a sigh and towered over me, everything I could only dream about being. James was not only incredibly smart, but he was handsome, dark hair and dark eyes, strong and he was good at sports. He’d fit right in with the other guys there. I was jealous of him and I hated myself for it. Only adding to the horrible feeling in my chest.

“Fuck what everybody else thinks. You can only be you, and if they want you to change, then they aren’t your friends, nor should they be. You don’t have to change to make people like you. I like you, isn’t that enough?”

I nodded, sniffling, and wiping my eyes and nose with my sweater sleeve. James ruffled my unruly brown curls, comforting me.

“You hungry?”

I nodded again. It was a lie, my stomach still queasy with worry, but I knew he was trying to distract me. He moved to the door opening it. “Hey Hal?”

He paused, glancing over his shoulder at me.

“Thanks,” I sniffed, rubbing my sweater sleeves over my cheeks. James offered a smirk, cocking his head for me to follow.

A shout from downstairs startled me, and I jumped up out of bed. “Parker! Hurry up and get your ass down here so I can eat. I’m starving!”

“Last one down has to sit next to Rory!” I laughed, shoving past James. I skipped down the stairs and rounded the kitchen corner too fast, slamming into my older brother, Rory. He fell back against the counter.

“Sorry!”

“Jesus Parker, where’s the fire?” Rory barked, rubbing his sore back.

“I said I’m sorry,” I said, glancing around the kitchen. Jordan, my sister and the eldest, stood at the stove holding a thermometer in the ham. Mom stood at the sink next to her, washing carrots. Both in deep conversation.

“You told him to hurry,” James stated, coming up behind, dwarfing me. Rory rolled his eyes, turning away from him, drawing the attention of the rest of my family.

“Oh James! I didn’t know you were here. How are you?” Mother asked, looking between her carrots and James.

“When is he not here?” Jordan asked, waving at him in greeting.

“Yeah. It’s not like Hal has any other friends, or siblings. That’s why he comes here. To steal mine,” Rory added, reaching for a peeled carrot. Mom slapped his hand before he could snatch one, eliciting a yelp from him.

Rory looked just like mom, as did Jordan, brown hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Except he got lucky and had dads height, six foot four “and still growing” he’d say.

Jordan, although short, was the spitting image of mother when she was young. Straight brown hair and blue eyes, petite.

“Parker. Help your brother set the table,” She ordered, pushing Rory away. “And James, be a dear and help Jordan with the ham.”

I grabbed some forks, Rory following with the plates, and began setting the table. The smell of food strong, I tried not to gag, the anxiousness from early back in full force.

“Once your father gets back we can eat-”

As if cued, the front door opened with a loud bang, startling me. I dropped the forks on the table, and bit my tongue, holding back a shout.

“Where’s my baby boy!?” Father boomed, bursting into the kitchen. My Father was a bear of a man. “Tall, dark and handsome,” Mom liked to say. Brown curls leading down to a full beard, six foot two beefy. When James first met him he thought he was the Brawny’s man.

Father navigated around the table and grabbed me. Pulling me into a hug, he lifted me off the ground, squeezing until I groaned in discomfort, unable to breathe.

“You can’t go. I won’t let you,” He mumbled into my hair, setting me down but still holding on. His voice vibrated through his chest. I felt like a kid again, warm and protected.

I squeezed back, all uneasiness disappearing.

“You worry too much, Pops,” Rory said, patting father on the back. “Hal and I will look after him.”

“Is that supposed to make them feel better?” James said from his spot next to Jordan, earning a loud laugh from everyone. Rory stuck his tongue out at her, pouting.

Letting go of me, father walked to the kitchen hugging mother from behind and giving her a chaste kiss. She was so tiny compared to him, exactly five feet tall. I hated that I got her height. Shorter then every boy in all of my classes and some girls. I thought I’d shoot up in high school like Rory, but shooting up for me meant six inches. Five foot four and underweight, I was a target.

“It’s not even like he’s moving out. Hal and him will share a room and, I’ll in the other room with Matt, and Cody and Arthur are in the last one. It’s a suite, so he doesn’t even have to deal with normal dorm life,” Rory explained, “I’ve already told the other guys to look out for him.”

I finished setting the forks and napkins out. I hated when they talked like I want there, I wished I really wasn’t there wanting to avoid the unsavoury topic altogether.

“How are you feeling?” James asked, moving over to the table with the now cut ham streaming.

“Can- Can we just eat?” I asked, voice breaking from nerves.

“Of course!” Mom exclaimed from the kitchen with a clap. “Let’s!”

·°·°·°·°·°·°·

Meals at my house usually quiet, everyone busy eating, but Rory would not shut up about school and how much fun I would have. To nervous to eat, I pushed my food around with my fork.

“There’s a welcoming party thrown for all the incoming freshmen. There going to be live music and food, games and a dance party afterwards,” Rory gushed, happily stuffing his face.

“You’ll have to show him the ropes,” Father said, taking a sip from his beer.

“I will. There are also some really good shops downtown that give student discounts on meals and just basic living necessities,” Rory continued after pausing to swallow.

“May I be excused?” I asked, looking up from my plate.

“You sure honey? You’ve barely touched your food,” Mom worried, everyone looking at me.

I didn’t say anything, silently pleading with my eyes.

“Yeah, come here first.”

Getting up, I maneuvered around the table to get side what she pulled me down into a hug, rubbing my back.

“I know you’re nervous and I want you to know I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing, okay?” She asked. I nodded into her shoulder. “I love you.”

Pulling away, I rushed upstairs to my room, diving under the blankets. My heart was being a mile a minute and I clutched my chest, trying to get control.

“You’re going to make yourself sick.”

I shot up, the covers sliding off in the process. James stood in the doorway smirking, book in hand.

I rolled my eyes and pulled the duvet back over my head, blocking everything and everyone out. The warm dark space making it easier to think.

Suddenly, the bed dipped next to me and I heard James open his book again. “Try not to worry too much.”

Being watched over by James and the blanket acting as a barrier, my heart slowed along with my breathing. Feeling safe, I drifted off into a restless sleep.

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New Post has been published on https://tlcrescuepa.com/week-end-update-march-madness-2/

Week-End Update: March Madness

It was a beautiful day to wrap up a busy week-end that started with a great flow at Phileo Method Fitness & ended with pictures with the Easter Bunny. While we were a little disappointed that  our tripawd alumnus Murphy FKA Brad didn’t advance to the sweet 16 in the Petplan Tournament of Tails this week, we were super stoked that another tripawd turned the page to start the next chapter of his happy tail this week as our sweet GSD Duke celebrated his gotcha day!

Also adopted this week were: Ashkii, Blossom, Boone, Burton (now Noden), Cassandra, Christie, Cody, Desmond, Ertz, Gadget, Hammy, Hunter, Luna-Coco, Mikaela, Rhett &  Sebastian!

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Ashkii (l)

Blossom

Boone

Burton (now Noden)

Cassandra

Cody (r)

Desmond

Ertz

Gadget

Hammy (l)

Hunter

Luna-Coco (r)

Mikaela

Rhett (l)

Duke

  We also have some updates to share:

  Teddy FKA Baby Groot & Leo FKA Dillon

Teddy FKA Baby Groot & Leo FKA Dillon

“Just wanted to share a recent picture of our boys Leo and Teddy !!! They are both doing so well together ! They are the best little boys !!! “

          Watson FKA Tex

“Tex’s new name is Watson.  He’s been to our vet and passed with flying colors.   

Watson seems very happy here and we’re very happy with him…as soon as he gets past the chewing stage. 

Thank you for all you do.”

  Lambchops FKA Dreamer

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“Hi Lambchops is doing great he has filled out he really likes to eat I call him my little piglet he now weighs 4.8 pounds so I put him on a diet lol there’s not much he don’t like he loves fruit all kinds halos and peaches ,watermelon are favorites and on occasion he loves pasta he loves taking showers and getting blow dried I’m still over heels in love with this guy he makes me laugh all the time he hates being away from me so he goes just about everywhere with me there is 1 restaurant that he gets to go in and eat with us he sits at the table too they love him there I couldn’t see life without him now thank you so much for letting me adopt him he’s brought so much to my life “

  Luna FKA Becca

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“Hi TLC! We decided to change Becca’s name to Luna because we saw the one large spot on her back and decided it looked like a moon. She is the best dog we could’ve ever asked for and the cutest thing in the world! Shes been happy and healthy and all around great! She needs some training when it comes to walking on a leash, but we will be going to some obedience classes soon! Thank you so much for bringing Luna into our lives!”

  Cosmo FKA Moses

Cosmo FKA Moses

“He’s the best!  We are all doing great. He misses the dog park and cries and whines when we take a walk and he sees other dogs. Looking forward to better weather. 

Thanks so much for all you do!”

    Murphy FKA Shortie

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“Thanks for checking in, Murphy (formally shortie) is perfect and we could not have asked for a better dog! He is super well behaved, loves walks, loves to nap, and is super smart and has learned a bunch of tricks and commands in the past months. We love him, thanks again for helping us find our fur baby! “

  Bella FKA Dream

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“I changed her name to Bella.  She is doing great.  We had our 1st vet appointment yesterday. It took her a little, but she has really warmed up to her new home.  She loves to run around the yard.  She walks well on the leash around the yard, so we are going to go for a walk on a nearby trail today.  “

  Molly FKA Dianna

Molly FKA Dianna

“She’s doing great we love her she’s a sweetheart changed her name to Molly to me it seems to fit her better . We have an appointment at the vets this Saturday morning also want to get her a lifetime license. Still need to work on house training a little but Molly’s very eager to please don’t think it will be a problem.She’s a fun girl ! Thanks for asking about her.  “

We were very saddened to hear that despite testing negative for Heartworm in February, she tested positive this week. We are, of course, having one of our vets follow up on this.

    Finnegan FKA William

Finnegan FKA William

“Thank you for touching base with us. Finnegan (aka William) is doing great and getting ready for his (estimated) 1st Birthday!!!!  Our kids are planning a cake and already have his presents wrapped. I will be sure to pass some pictures along.  

  For now here is a picture of his favorite spot in the house. Napping on his bed in front of the fire. “

  Beasley FKA Paul

Beasley FKA Paul

“Thank you! I did submit a picture or Beasley to the Petco contest. He’s doing really well. He still struggles with anxiety and fear. But we’ve been working hard with a trainer & a behaviorist to help him through that. He also had to undergo down serious surgery on his leg. It was an injury he must have sustained as a puppy and they had to cut bone in his leg to get his elbow to fit properly. He has fully recovered and is doing well. Beasley loves other dogs and we take him to a local dog camp twice a week. He also goes to a local dog park on the weekends. We love our Beasley beyond words. Thanks for the message. Below is a picture of when we first got him and now. The one in the bottom left corner we’re on the way to the park! “

  Daisy (mom to Donald & Maisy)

Daisy

“Thanks for reaching out. She is settling in well and I think we will keep her name; it seems to suit her well. We are starting to get a few glimmers of a bit more playfulness as she is getting comfortable and we seem to be a good match as she is absolutely not a morning dog.

We are actually heading to vet tomorrow because her ears are itchy and I want to make sure they aren’t infected.

The microchip is all set!

Lastly, once she is more settled we are going to do some training.

Photo is of a very sleepy Daisy after finally settling in post walk last night.

Thanks for everything!”

  Donald (Daisy’s pup)

“We have a vet appointment scheduled for Friday morning!

He is doing so well adjusting! He’s (mostly) letting us know when he has to go to the bathroom, a few accidents but that’s okay. And he’s tearing our house and shoes all to shreds & we’re loving every single minute of it! He’s the sweetest little boy!”

  Cosmo FKA Flurry (Mittens’ pup)

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“Thanks for the follow up e-mail. Cosmo (Flurry) is doing great. He is just a little ball of energy. All he wants to do is play (that is a good thing right?) and chase our other rescue Star.”

  Sadie FKA Sweetheart

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“Things are going wonderfully!  Sweetheart is settling in nicely, and we’ve decided to call her Sadie.  

She was a bit unsure the first day, but has now taken to the stairs, her crate, walks, and especially the back yard!  

She’s eating well now, and this week we’ll be meeting the neighborhood and other canine future friends.

Her vet visit is scheduled for Monday, and we’re looking forward to it.

We couldn’t be happier with our new family member!  Here are a few pictures for you:”