#hello new followers. its a pleasure to meet you all tho

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i am. getting awfully close to 100 followers. Awfully close. oh god.

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Hello love 😺 umm can u pls please please write dark!steve x reader, where he bully and verbally harrases the reader but somehow kind of love her but just treat her bad and degrade her but when someone else tryna make her fun of her then he shows who she belongs to kinda stuff (pls if u gonna write pls make it so it so dark🥺🥺)...... Feel free to ignore tho cause i'm sorry this seems so long 😬😬🧡

2/2 Hey it's me again 👋👋😬who just send u a request of a long one shot of dark steve rogers x reader where he bullys her but i just forget to tell u that can u pls make that a Highschool AU pls , i really forget to tell u 😬😬

bully

steve rogers x reader

summary: Steve bullies you after you rejected him and he soon regrets it.

warnings: dark, non-con, violence, bullying, blood, self hatred, insecurities, psychological trauma, they are of age, please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with any of these. Not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: just wanted to post something so this may or may not suck

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Steve wasn’t always a bully.

It’ll probably be because you hurt his ego.

Maybe he asked you out one time but you were new in school and wary of people so you politely declined his offer.

For Steve, he saw that as you humiliating him in front of the school. The new girl just rejected the Steve Rogers. 

Steve would be like ‘who do you think you are?’ and the cheeky flirty guy he was before becomes someone else.

He started spitting insults here and there, never missing a day to make you feel weird about yourself. 

The soft and beautiful blue eyes from before turned dark and hostile towards you.

Sweet words turned harsh.

Flaws that you didn’t see before started surfacing.

Suddenly your hair is too messy and all over the place. Your skin is too dead and it makes you look creepy. Your eyes are too dull and sad that you don’t seem friendly anymore. Your nose is weird, and so on. The list never ended and you started to change from the person you are before.

Steve made sure to make you feel the way you made him feel.

You suddenly became closed off and did everything to be unnoticed. It’s better to be a nobody than be the center of everyone’s torment.

Steve is a popular guy and it didn’t take long for everyone to follow his lead.

You’re just trying to finish your last year and finally leave the hell you created for yourself but Steve swore to make your life a living hell.

“If it isn’t my favorite dead girl!” Steve’s voice booms through the hallway, the chatters immediately stopped to witness the popular guy, and now, the loser of the whole school interact.

“Got somewhere else to be?” His voice was sweet as well as his eyes but you know, everyone knows that his intentions are far from being sweet.

“What? Your tongue isn’t working anymore? Bet it rot with your dead body and now everything is decaying with you, is that it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for his friends to back him up which they did. Steve smirked as the hallway started being filled with thunderous laughter and they’re all directed at you.

You did nothing but bite your lip in hopes of stopping yourself from crying in front of everyone. You can’t afford another round of teasing.

You fake a laugh before turning away from him and started heading to your last class.

Steve hated the way your eyes looked at his with nothing but sadness.

Your sadness wasn’t even directed at him but at yourself.

He just wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel so you can understand that the both of you belong to each other.

You’re fucking perfect and Steve is far from that. He might be the most popular guy in school but you were way out of his league so he had to bring you down just a little bit.

But it got out of hand.

He had no idea how to stop what he started but then something happened.

He was just on his way out of detention, the hallways are now empty, everyone has already gone home and Steve was used to that. What he wasn’t used to is the sound of whimpering. More importantly, it’s the sound of you whimpering.

He wasted no time and ran towards the direction of your voice and as he turned the corner, his blood turned red hot in seconds. He’s seeing nothing but red at the sight in front of him.

Mrs. Roberts asked you to come to her office before going home to discuss something and you didn’t know whether to cry because of sadness or cry because someone actually cares for you.

Mrs. Roberts shared her worries with you because your once impressive grades started pummeling down to the point where it can cause problems with your chances of graduating.

Mrs. Roberts gave you special assignments to do so you can pass her subject and you thanked her for that. You even hugged her so tightly and dwelled on the affection for too long which worried her.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” She asked, eyes glossing over yours with worry.

You decided against telling her and just shook your head at her. “Do you think I’m failing my other subjects? What if I don’t graduate in time?”

Mrs. Roberts was quick to calm you down, telling you how the meeting with the teachers went and even joked about you purposely failing only her subject which you laughed at.

You left her office with a smile, chuckling at the memories of her jokes when you suddenly felt an impact on your left side and then your right side when you hit the lockers with a loud bang, making you whimper in pain.

“The fuck are you laughing at, dead girl?” An unfamiliar voice says above you.

You look up to see a boy a year younger than you but before you could reply, his foot started meeting your abdomen, your sides, or whatever part of you that he could kick. At some point, he was able to kick your face which made your ears ring in pain so you decided to shield your head with your arms to block his kicks.

“I don’t know why Steve never did this before but I am doing it for him. He’ll be so proud of me! I can take over his place after he graduates.”

You didn’t even realize that you weren’t receiving his kicks anymore but the sound of kicks can still be heard.

You peak out of your arms to see the young boy’s body across from you on the floor, receiving hits from a large man above him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, punk?!” Steve’s voice growls in anger and you didn’t know if you were thankful that you weren’t on the receiving end of his growl but it still terrified you.

“M-making you proud! I’m doing the thing you can’t seem to do!” The younger boy spits out red liquid before scrambling away after Steve pulls him up by his collar.

“If I fucking see you touch her again, you’ll never be able to see a day again, you understand?” Steve pushes the boy away before looking back at you, all the anger on his face turns into something softer.

He scrambles towards you, kneeling before you and helping you so gently until your leaning on the lockers, heaving at the pain that the boy caused you.

Steve continued to stare at you, eyes observing you before his hands gently prodded your face.

“You’re bleeding…” He murmurs before pulling out a cloth and dabbing it softly on the wound, apologizing when you flinched at his touch which surprised you.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice trembles and Steve only sighed in response, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Why did you have to reject me?” He asked, carefully putting a band-aid over the scar and kissing it so gently with his pink lips. You stared at him in shock and confusion.

“Wh-What the f-fuck?!” You try to push him off but he only gripped both of your wrists with one hand while the other caress your face.

“We would’ve been so happy together. You would’ve had a great experience but you always manage to put yourself in danger… Why didn’t you just let me in?” The hand on your face goes to the back of your neck and your struggles were no use when he easily pulled you into a kiss, his tongue easily forcing itself into your mouth and coating and mixing your saliva with his.

“I should’ve not given up but you… you hurt me, ya know?” He pulls away before admiring your face.

“I lied though. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just wanted you to give me a chance but then you started avoiding me more.” His jaw clenches before his grip on your wrists tighten.

His other hand goes under your shirt before fondling your breasts through your bra. He leans in towards your neck before sniffing and moaning as he continues to massage your breasts while his hips started to grind against yours in need.

He growls against your neck as his grind started to get violently fast.

“Ahh fuck!” His hips stopped before he’s shaking against your body.

Your eyes widened at him as you looked down at the front of his pants which now had a stain on the crotch area.

“D-did you just—”

“See what you do to me?” He laughs before kissing your lips once more, the hand on your breasts trailing down before he forces it down your pants and under your panties to feel your core with his big hands.

His fingers make a quick swipe up your slit making you shiver at the feeling of him on your sensitive area.

“And I see what I do to you…” He inserts one finger, groaning at the way your walls are tightening around just one finger.

Steve swore he could cum again at the thought of his cock entering your very tight pussy.

“We didn’t start strong but we have all the time in the world now…” He places a kiss wet on your lips, continuing his assault on your core while his thumb finds its way to your clit.

Steve enjoys the way your hips jolted at the feeling and he smiled.

“I will help you graduate with honors and then after that,” he pulls back from the kiss before smiling at you.

“We’ll start over. I’m never leaving you again. I’m never going to give up on you. We’ll finally have what we both deserved.” He feels your walls fluttering around his one finger so he added another, thumb flicking your nub harder, forcing you to release.

“Mmm!” You bit your bottom lip as an orgasm was forced out of you, pleasure showering you as your eyes shut tightly.

“So fucking beautiful…” Steve pulls his hand out of your jeans before quickly placing his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

“So fucking delicious as well.” He helps you up carefully before guiding you out of the school and into his car.

“I’ll drive you to school and from school from now on. There won’t be a time when I’m not watching over you. I’ll protect you from now on. I’m going to right every wrong thing I did to you, baby…” He leans down to kiss your lips then your head before fixing your seatbelt for you and starting the car.

“Everything will be better now.”

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a/n: been trying to write but it’s just not working rn but im trying to come thru hehe

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[butterflies-dragons]

Do you have any theories/predictions/headcanons about post resurrection! Jon? Especially how he'll treat Sansa?

Hello Anon,

I have read some theories and predictions about post-resurrection!Jon but I’m not a fan of any of them.  I don’t think that “Jon will come back a bad boy to fit in Dany’s taste of men” for example.  And some other speculations sadden me because they say Jon will come back sterile or having lost his memory.

About Jon and Sansa reunion tho... I've thought about it a good deal.  Especially about these passages:

Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand.

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him,“you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.

The memory made Arya smile, and after that the darkness held no more terrors for her. The stableboy was dead, she’d killed him, and if he jumped out at her she’d kill him again. She was going home. Everything would be better once she was home again, safe behind Winterfell’s grey granite walls.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya IV

***

The noise receded as she moved deeper into the castle, never daring to look back for fear that Joffrey might be watching … or worse, following. The serpentine steps twisted ahead, striped by bars of flickering light from the narrow windows above. Sansa was panting by the time she reached the top. She ran down a shadowy colonnade and pressed herself against a wall to catch her breath. When something brushed against her leg, she almost jumped out of her skin, but it was only a cat, a ragged black tom with a chewed-off ear. The creature spit at her and leapt away.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa II

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Myranda gave her a shrewd little smile. "Yes, she was the very soul of wisdom, that good lady." She shifted her seat. "Why must mules be so bony and ill-tempered? Mya does not feed them enough. A nice fat mule would be more comfortable to ride. There's a new High Septon, did you know? Oh, and the Night's Watch has a boy commander, some bastard son of Eddard Stark's."

"Jon Snow?" she blurted out, surprised.

"Snow? Yes, it would be Snow, I suppose."

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still . . . with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be. Alayne Stone had no brothers, baseborn or otherwise.

"Our cousin Bronze Yohn had himself a mêlée at Runestone," Myranda Royce went on, oblivious, "a small one, just for squires. It was meant for Harry the Heir to win the honors, and so he did."

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

The first passage could be a foreshadowing of Sansa being the first Stark to meet post-resurrection!Jon:

“There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” 

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs (...)  It was only Jon, covered with flour.

It happened the same with the second passage:

When something brushed against her leg, she almost jumped out of her skin, but it was only a cat, a ragged black tom with a chewed-off ear. The creature spit at her and leapt away.

In some sense the black tomcat of the Red Keep could be a representation of Jon, the cat is even called “black bastard”, and when the cat brushed Sansa’s leg, it scared Sansa in a similar fashion than Jon playing to be a Ghost back in the Winterfell Crypts.  We can even say that the black tomcat acts like a ghost wandering around the castle reminding some people of Rhaeny’s kitten Balerion.  

And in the third passage we see how the true Sansa Stark slipped out from the Alayne Stone persona at the mere mention of “some bastard son of Eddard Stark's.”  And at the mention of a member of her family safe and sound, Sansa thinks how sweet it would be to meet him again:    

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still . . . with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be. Alayne Stone had no brothers, baseborn or otherwise.

This is another hint that a first Stark reunion between Sansa and Jon is rather probable.

Another hint is that with Lady’s death and Jon’s death, Sansa and Jon could be each other missing part, since Sansa lost her direwolf and Ghost lost its master.  In summary:

Jon’s direwolf name is Ghost;

Jon literally died so he also is a ghost himself; and, 

Sansa’s direwolf was killed and is mentioned as a “shade”, which is a synonym of ghost:

Summer’s howls were long and sad, full of grief and longing. Shaggydog’s were more savage. Their voices echoed through the yards and halls until the castle rang and it seemed as though some great pack of direwolves haunted Winterfell, instead of only two … two where there had once been six. Do they miss their brothers and sisters too? Bran wondered. Are they calling to Grey Wind and Ghost, to Nymeria and Lady’s Shade? Do they want them to come home and be a pack together?

—A Clash of Kings - Bran I

This passage about “direwolves haunting Winterfell” is very telling, specially because haunting is what spirits do, and Ghost & Lady’s Shade stand out among the wolf pack.

So all of this could be also a hint of Jon and Sansa retaking Winterfell and start howling calling the rest of their siblings to come back home, to be a pack again.      

This imagery of “Ghost and Shade haunting” is repeated in a Victarion’s chapter, as it was pointed out in this post.  

Two sleek galleys sail from Meereen and Yunkai south toward New Ghis for supplies and legionary reinforcements, but encounter the Iron Fleet in Slaver's Bay. The galleys evade Woe and Forlorn Hope, but are captured by Iron Wing, Sparrowhawk, and Kraken's Kiss. Victarion Greyjoy beheads their captains because they said that Daenerys Targaryen is dead. Victarion kills their crew aside from the enslaved rowers, who are forced to join the Iron Fleet. Victarion renames the ships Ghost and Shade, believing they will return to haunt Yunkai.

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The galleys he renamed Ghost and Shade. "For I mean them to return and haunt these Yunkishmen," he told the dusky woman that night after he had taken his pleasure of her. They were close now, and growing closer every day. "We will fall upon them like a thunderbolt," he said, as he squeezed the woman's breast. He wondered if this was how his brother Aeron felt when the Drowned God spoke to him. He could almost hear the god's voice welling up from the depths of the sea. You shall serve me well, my captain, the waves seemed to say. It was for this I made you.

—A Dance with Dragons - Victarion I

And curiously enough, it is vastly speculated that Victarion may have died and came back to life thanks to the Red Priest Moqorro.  The same way it is vastly speculated that the Red Priestess Melisandre will perform some fire ritual to make Jon come back to life.  So we can say that Victarion is also a ghost.  And both Jon and Victarion have a hand burned.

So, I’m sure that Jon and Sansa will meet again and we have textual evidence that they will team up to retake Winterfell.  How will Jon come back to life?  It is not certain.  Some theories say that he will be more beast than man for a while, since his soul will inhabit inside Ghost until he resurrects.  And since Sansa has a long training in taming beasts, she will do well with post-resurrection!Jon.  There are also some theories about Sansa taming Beast!Jon with her singing and helping him heal and bringing back his humanity.  I agree with those theories. 

Good night.

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Tma relisten Episodes 11-15

So this round already has two other posts out of it about Oliver because he Bae.

These have alot of ideas regarding entities changing around reality, controlling non victims to set the stage, and turning around what people love most to their worst fear. Also insane abilities of the crew to obtain hard to access info and evidence! And some more Jon sass. Enjoy!

11 dreamer

Wow this episode had alot. I made a separate post with a theory about Oliver's statement here and a realization regarding him and Jane Prentiss here. They are alot to unpack

Oliver is so. Freaking. Relatable! Learned economics and hated it. Nearly had a breakdown like him because of it. "going to stay with some of the few friends that had survived my year of stress-fuelled outbursts and constantly cancelled plans." yep. That.

Boyfriend Graham ey? You notebook eating Graham?? Wow that guy is full of surprises.

I love the dream sequences and their descriptions it's a really beautiful thing to try and picture.

Its interesting how he went from passive to desparate to passive again about death. He tries but can't help. I wonder when the dreams started to bother him so much he sought after the silence of point Nemo. Was it when they became so full of red because of the apocalypse coming closer? Hmmm

Another person named John. I guess that makes sense it's a common name. But I forgot how many people are fully named in this podcast. Hundreds of names to come up with! Jonny I'm quite impressed!

He worked with Jane Prentiss in the magic shop! I can't believe I forgot about that! Wow small avatar world indeed.

"It led me to a room, the label of which was still visible, and read “Archive”. I entered to see walls covered with shelves and cabinets stretching off into the distance. These shelves were coated in a sticky black tar, which I knew at that moment was the thickened, pulpy blood that pumped through each and every one of those veins." everything that has to do with the Fears I bet. Full of death and destruction and stolen from the veins to be out on display for the Eye's pleasure.

Yo Jon is scared of this he's seriously considering going to Elias for advice

" I had Tim look into it, as I don’t entirely trust the others not to have written it as a practical joke" wait. He trusts TIM? Not to do a practical joke? How. Why. Eh?

"died in the line of duty" fuck you Jonah.

Now Jon will get every new statement immediately when it's made. Perhaps this was Elias' intention all along. To scare him into making sure he does not miss any paranormal activity recorded by the institute.

12 first aid

I'm not immune to more Gerry badassery, hell yeah

And we get polish Martin which hell yeah! Even if Jon doesn't believe it. I'm sure he's repressing the fact that he's thoroughly impressed.

I think it's really interesting the effect entities have on people who are decidedly not their victims. Everyone leaving no questions so the entity can set the scene for the scare. Like with Gillespie how no one lived in the apartment building he was in etc. Alot of work into a handful of people being genuinely scared.

Gerry's burns stopped at the neck? How did he manage that. Also it's hilarious to imagine that he's like "yes burn all of me but please. not my goth makeup"

Zippo lighter with eye design!! And Jon has web design! They are brothers (joke but still really interesting)

Liquids were boiling around her and she didn't feel the heat. Also an interesting effect just for the scare.

Gerry got eye superpowers like Jon if he can function while injure and filled with painkillers.

“Yes. For you, better beholding than the lightless flame.” Gerry knew she'd be haunted by a Fear from that day on and realised that perhaps being watched would be easier for her specifically to deal with than the Desolation. I guess that's a way of assessing people. Which fear would least bother you.

Jon is already enamoured with Gerry you can tell. He can't wait to hear more from him. Just you wait Jon.

They really can access alot of information huh. CCTV Interviews files. Pretty impressive for a non-research team. They're so good at it they'd rather do that than actual archiving.

13 alone

The sound editing in this episode is not that great it was a bit to get used to.

We get a glimpse at the Lukases which is... Ugh

Jon is actually trying to be nice. Granted it's not working and she is a bit of a standoffish person herself who just went through a bad time but alot of her reactions are not his fault. He was trying to be considerate giving her space to record but he did stay when she asked.

She had already leaned into the Lonely before the incident it's interesting to see how some of these statements start with a person actually liking the aspect that later turns to fear. Same happens in lost johns' cave.

Evan Lukas sounds like an avatar of the exact opposite of the Lonely. At least to her. That's a really interesting effect from someone, especially a Lukas.

But maybe dying wasn't his family killing him but him not feeding his patron which he tried to leave. Really tragic.

She was in Martin's domain eyyy!

It's got a bit of buried aspects to it with the grave stuff and all.

"My fingers dug into the soft cemetery dirt as I looked around desperately for anything I could use to save myself, and my hand closed upon that heavy piece of headstone. It took all my self-control to keep a grip on that anchor, as I slowly dragged myself away from the edge of my lonely grave." The headstone was her anchor? But it said forgotten. I wonder how it helped her pull away. It probably had to go together with Evan's voice. Like the rib and the tape recorders having to work together! I just wonder what meaning the stone had for her.

"I’d be tempted to chalk this one up to a hallucination from stress and trauma, if it wasn’t for the fact... " God he does believe her heavens. He's not a skeptic!

This is when Jon's dreams start which... Good luck Jon.

14 piecemeal

Rentoul is terrifying sonofabitch and I would never want to meet him irl

I remembered them talking about how he was supposed to be a person who cursed alot and they couldn't do it because of sensor and I have to agree this could have been much better for the story. I tried imagining curses in some places.

LOL Jon reading this is funny. Trying to voice act the bad boy. Doesn't sound right on his voice.

With these kinds of statements happening alot where the person does something bad, the institute has to be in touch with police over them. The nda has to include that.

Hello Angela! I really wonder what her deal is. She scared the bid bully so she gotta have creepy vibes to the extreme.

Another lighter! Hmm do I have to start following the lighter motiff in this podcast. This one has a topless woman on it. Flesh lighter?

Salesa's also appearing that's cool! Noriega was probably looking for an artifact to reverse the curse. Didn't work tho since they left with the crate. The buried crate perhaps?

I'm wondering. Was this written? Because the statement sounds like he's talking. If so, Where's the recording?

Oh Jon your attitude towards Martin is so bad. He works so hard and it's not even in what he's good at, sorting and filing like he knows how to do from the library. God.

What's the deal with all the furniture gone? Did he think it'll help not get injured? He's not that smart if he thought that would help him.

15 lost Johns' cave

Ack a bad statement she was not a good person all around

Another example of the entities setting the stage by controlling others not to interfere with the victim's experience.

Also another example of the person liking the subject (cave exploration in this case. And the dark for that matter) only for it to turn against them.

Not much to say about this one other than its one of the scarier ones for sure. And her recording in the end is really the cherry on top. There is alot of discrepancy between what she believed happened and what actually did which shows how much the fear plays with and changes around reality. That's also how she manages to lie in a statement to Beholding. It wasn't a lie. It was her version of reality and she did not remember saying those awful words.

Taught me alot about cave diving and how much I will never do it in my life.

The Dark was mixed into this as well so it wasn't purely Buried.

Btw Where did she get the candles she was found with?

It feels like she made a choice. Didn't want to spend her last moments with her sister and then didn't want to die. She chose her sister to be taken over her. Her sister called for help and the candle coming closer might have been her! But she just shut her eyes.

How did Tim gain access to the recording?? Wow that's some prime evidence.

Martin is claustrophobic amongst other things huh? Live how Jon just dismisses this as an excuse not to work. At least he didn't push it.

[headcanon-cafe]

South Park- How you meet

I hope you enjoy!

Eric Cartman

Well, you met at the South Supermarket, you had to get groceries while your parents were at work. You were getting annoyed because you were having a goddamn hard time finding the Cheesy Poofs. As you kept walking around you finally passed a group of 4 boys who had about twelve boxes in their cart. You stop and you tapped the tallish boy's shoulder (or tried to considering how tall he is). The guy had heavyset, football player body type. He looked about to be over 6ft and hey, he was really good looking not gonna lie. Definitely not sexy or even hot but he was attractive. "Umm excuse me, mister, I was wondering what isle the Cheesy Poofs were on??" They turn towards you, the ones with the blue and red hat and the dude with a parka snickered and started making some jokes, while the guy in the green hat went back to looking for what he was looking for. The tall guy just glares at you then smirks. "Isle 14 sweetheart, all out of stock." You sweat drop and looked at his cart than back at him. "A-all out of stock??" He nods still looking at you. "Yep." He pops the p. "All our of stock. Now if you could leave us the fuck alone that would be fan-fucking-tastic." You glare at him feeling annoyed as fuck and accidentally having a little meltdown "Fuck you to FATASS!! Your moms probably a whore and your dad an asshole considering you are a WHORE LOT OF ASSHOLE!"

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His 3 friends are rolling on the ground laughing while he's staring at you eyebrows raise and mouth slightly open trying to hold back a smile. You cover your face in embarrassment and quickly finishing up shopping to get out of here as soon as possible. It took you a couple of minutes of rushing around the store to find everything and trying to avoid the group as much as possible. What a day...

Kyle Broflovski

Where the fuck is the library?!?! You've been looking for the last half an hour. You are what people call book and geek smart. Common sense is not your forte tho. This whole time you've been looking you never once thought to ask someone or check google maps. A straight A student not bothering to actually think, how funny. Anyway, you kept stomping around town getting really annoyed that you couldn't find the place when you bumped into a boy, he was pretty cute... tall about 6”, had a green trapper hat and also had a few red curly hair strands sticking out. The bump causing you to fall down although him just stumbling forward a bit. You being your awkward self forgot to say words and just kept staring at him. "Umm hey there... you new here??" No answer from you AT ALL. "Hello?? You're not retarded are you??" You shake your head no and smile still staring at him. "Okay..." you nod and repeat him without knowing "Okay!" He backs away slowly and smiles like he wants anything more than to walk away now realizing how stupid you sound. Before you could apologize, he awkwardly shuffled away before saying "Nice to meet you but I have to go do uhh... do anything else." Walking away before anything else could happen. You just sat there on the ground hating yourself with a passion.

Kenny McCormick

You were new to South Park and you decided 'hey, why not explore' so for the last few hours you've been nothing but site seeing and exploring to get used to the place. You were at the final place of the night, for its 1 AM, (not like your parents care.) in short, you're from a rich family. And they trust you too much. They never ask where your going, hows your day been, what you did, how you feel or what your grades are! In fact, they trust you to make your own food so you have to make all of your own meals yourself. You can ask for as much money as you want and they have NEVER asked what it was for. Some people might say this is child Neglect (including you) they say they just trust you and is just busy. Anyway it was around 1 in the morning and you have just arrived at the lake when you noticed a person with blonde hair and a heavy coat, it almost looked like a parka. You carefully walked up to the person trying to figure out if you should run or talk to them. Finally deciding to talk to them you spoke up. "Um hello...?" As soon as you said that he quickly put his hood up and jumped up. A cigarette falling out of his mouth. He looks to where the cigarette fell and cursed now stepping on it. "You know, as much as I hate living here I'm surprised I haven't burned it down yet." It sounded really muffled with the coat, it sounded as though he was mostly talking to himself. Deciding to answer "Why haven't you?" He looked at you surprised and then sighs "All my friends and my little sister live here. Don't wanna risk it." You smile, shove your hands in your pockets and give a shrug. "Hey man, sometimes you just gotta break the law, it's an urge." He looks at you smirking "Oh yeah and what laws have you broke, missy?" "You know the occasional Grand Theft Auto, maybe some shoplifting." He raises an eyebrow. "Really?" "Definitely...! Yeah, no. The only thing I've ever shoplifted was a bar of soap from some Bed and Breakfast Hotel..." he laughs and shakes his head "Thought so." Well after about 45 minutes of talking you finally were about to leave. "Well it was nice meeting you..." "(Y/n) (L/n)." "(Y/n), that’s cool." “And you are??" "Kenny... Kenny McCormick." You guys shake hands smile at each other and then go your separate ways.

Stan Marsh (This was soo hard. I had really bad writer's block for Stan.)

You just arrived at South Park and it was now 7 AM' Ehhhhh it's too earrrrly for this shit.' So what better way to wake up than coffee from your friendly neighborhood coffee shop. Right as you entered you got knocked down by someone. Before you could yell at him you could see the sadness and embarrassment in his eyes. "A-are you okay??" He pulls his blue hat down more and looks down, avoiding eye contact. "Sorry, yeah I'm fine." 'He obviously isn't' you stand up and offer him a hand smiling. "I'm (Y/n), I'm new here! Think after I get a coffee you could show me around a bit. Maybe some pointers on this town and the people?? No offense but I heard people here are a little weird." He smiles awkwardly looking up at you for a bit before taking your hand. "And you heard correctly. Everyone here is either mentally insane, morally insane or hang out with one of the two groups. Sadly for me, I fall into the third one and a lot of the times they fall into each other. I'm Stan." You shake his hand "A pleasure to meet you." You day smiling. He gives a weird side smirk rolling his eyes. "I'm sure it is."

Butters Stotch (Also he's a little outa character for this sorry 😐)

"Oh my god, the first day of school in a new town. Are these people even sane?? Will they like me?? DO I EVEN LIKE ME?? FUCK!! Alright! Just smile it will all be okay! SHIT!! DID I EVEN BRUSH MY TEETH?!?!? FUCK FUCK FUCK!!" While you were silently freaking out in your mind you felt a tap. You turned around to see a boy who looked to be around 18. With beautiful blonde hair. Although he had a baby face obviously had some maturity in him. You smile awkwardly at him. "Heyyy... OMG IM NOT IN YOUR WAY AM I?!?!" You take a step to the side knocking into someone "Hey, watch it looser!" Someone snaps at you. "S-sorry!!" 'Ohh my god... all I am is a fuck up." The guy who tapped you a second ago frappes your arm pulling you a little closer to him "Yeah uhm stay away from him... That's Eric, and although he kinda funny he doesn't really make you feel too great about yourself." You run the back of your neck "Oh okay." He smiles standing up straight "I'm Butters!! I could help you around if you want! I realize it could be kinda stressful here. H-heck, I'm always stressed and I'm not even new here." You smile your hand still rubbing your neck. "Yeah... that would be awesome actually." "Awesome! Follow me!!" You stop for a sec "Is Butters your real name?" "Yeah kinda I guess now come on, it's Lucy and I wanna talk to you why I can!"

[ckret2]

Olympic Gold Medalist in Speed Dating

This was written for @symbruary Day 19: "what they do at night". This is one of the ones I earmarked to continue my Venom/Morbius fic ayyy. If you didn't read the other parts, all you really need to know is that Morbius and Venom are into each other, but Morbs and Eddie are dragging their feet about saying anything because they're both like "but what if he doesn't like me tho" and symby thinks that's silly.

(If you did read the other parts and you're like "what about Monster Metropolis, did they ever hang out," my answer is, shrug. like every time Venom visits Morbius is out due to bad luck I guess.)

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Morbius had gotten caught outside after morning where the nearest shelter was Eddie's apartment. Eddie and the symbiote had let him in, had him hide in the bathroom while they duct taped a blanket over the bedroom window—"we've been meaning to get a blackout curtain but keep putting it off"—and let him spend the day asleep in their room while they were out.

He emerged from his tomb at about six, to find his hosts watching TV in the living room. He thanked them profusely, ended up getting sucked into a conversation with them for several hours, and ultimately they both got absorbed in a movie about, as far as Morbius could tell, the ghost of a shark seeking revenge for its death.

It wasn't a very good movie. If Morbius was being honest with himself, he was mainly watching it because he could fight back the feeling that he was overstaying his welcome as long as the movie was still going.

A little past ten, as a commercial break started, Eddie shifted forward on his seat like he was preparing to stand. "I should get to sleep," he said; which Morbius was willing to accept as a subtle hint that he should be leaving, until Eddie said, "Yell if we're not back by the time the commercials are over."

Did they only sleep for two minutes at a time? "Sure."

Eddie retreated into his bedroom; and Morbius sat there uncertainly for the next few minutes, wondering whether the instruction to call him back after the commercials had been some kind of joke.

Until Venom came loping back into the living room and flopped back in their original spot just before Morbius had to find out. "Hi." They gave him a fangy grin.

"Hello again. Decided to slip into something more comfortable?" Maybe Venom was Eddie's pajamas. Maybe he was only getting ready for bed but staying up until the movie was over.

Venom gave Morbius a blank look. After a moment, they said, "Eddie had to sleep, but he wants to know how the movie ends, so I'm watching it for him."

Watching it for—? Morbius jolted in surprise. "You're the symbiote?" he said. "I'm—having a conversation with the symbiote?"

"Yes!" The symbiote's grin widened.

Morbius smiled back. "Well! It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Already met," the symbiote pointed out. "A lot of times."

"I—yes, I know, but—I've only ever spoken to you filtered through Eddie. We've never directly met." He supposed the symbiote already knew him, didn't it? It had him at a distinct disadvantage.

The symbiote drew back slightly, clearly puzzling that over. After a moment, it said, "Eddie is half of me. Venom is we both combined. You have met most of me."

And yet Morbius had already learned something new about how the symbiote saw itself. Still, he said, "Then it's good to meet the rest of you." He nodded toward the bedroom. "Is Eddie asleep in there, then? Should we turn the volume down?"

"Eddie asleep here." Venom held out one hand and the symbiote's skin slid sideways off of Eddie's, leaving two slightly overlapped hands with fingers interlocked, before the symbiote covered Eddie's hand again.

"Oh." Morbius tried to figure out what to say to that bizarre display and came up blank.

"Can keep the noise from bothering him," the symbiote said; and then, as another segment of shark vengeance started on the TV, it flopped back in its seat, the edges of its thighs and back oozing out relaxedly on the upholstery, and watched with great interest.

Morbius settled uneasily back in his own seat, watching the gory carnage on the screen askance and trying not to let his appetite get too high, trying not to let the feeling that he was overstaying his welcome creep up any higher as the image of Eddie and the symbiote's intertwined hands flashed through his mind.

During a lull in the on-screen violence, the symbiote abruptly said, "We like you."

Morbius's heart leaped into his throat. "I beg your pardon?"

"Eddie likes you and I like you."

His heart leaped into his throat again.

"Eddie is nervous to tell you," the symbiote went on blithely. "He wants to wait for a 'good time.' Think this is a good time. Watching a good movie and you're here." It paused. "Eddie didn't think it's good. He thinks the writing is dumb and the cinematography is bad. But he still wants to know how it ends."

Oh, so neither of them had been enjoying the movie. Great. "He could have changed the channel if he didn't like it, I wouldn't have minded."

"I like it. The shark eats everyone! Creatively!" The symbiote flashed a rather shark-like smile itself. "Plus, Eddie was using it as an excuse to let you stay later."

If Morbius's heart kept jumping into his throat like this it was going to come out of his mouth. "Oh."

"Think 'want you to stay' is a good enough excuse to let you stay," the symbiote said firmly. "Don't understand how you humans take so long to start acting like you like each other once you do. Did you know that after humans fall in love they can take months to move in with each other? Even years!"

As it happened, being human himself, Morbius did already know that. "How long does your kind take?"

"Depends on the pore sizes to squeeze into," the symbiote said. "With humans, about three seconds."

"Three seconds from falling in love?"

"Yes!"

Oh, well, that would make the human system look slow. Maybe they had a longed courting period to compensate? "How long did it take you to fall in love with Eddie?"

"Six seconds!"

Never mind that theory. From strangers to married in under ten seconds. That actually explained a lot about who Venom was as a person. "Humans... don't move that fast."

"Eddie did with me," the symbiote said smugly. "But, Eddie explained. Humans can't see in each other's minds. Humans learn about each other slowly, figure out who to trust. A human can like an other without knowing if the other likes him back. Understand this." It nodded. "But don't understand why humans don't just tell each other when they like each other so they can find out. Instead you sit and wonder and try to guess! Humans invented language for a reason!" It pointed at Morbius. "Do you like us, too

Oh. He should have seen that coming. He fought down his nerves—what did he have to lose, he'd already received an affirmative from Venom—and said, "Er—yes. I do."

"Good!" The symbiote paused. "Which kind of like?"

Nope, he was not answering that one directly. The symbiote was the one pressing the pedal to the metal on this conversation, Morbius wasn't about to take the wheel. "Which kind are we talking about?"

The symbiote actually had to ponder that a moment. (During which several actors screamed on the TV. Morbius had almost forgotten that was playing.) Finally, it said, "Eddie and I are married. That's the top kind of love. You're not getting that far." Before Morbius had a chance to figure out how disappointed he was that whatever arrangement they were discussing capped out below marriage (he hadn't even been thinking about marriage before now!), the symbiote went on, "Under that there's the love where humans want to always be near each other but not combined into one person. We don't like you that much yet. But we could maybe someday. If you keep being nice to us."

So by the symbiote's (and Eddie's?) standards, "marriage" just meant full symbiosis. That was the only thing off the table. Morbius hadn't wanted that on the table in the first place. "I think we're in about the same place."

"Then we can date!"

The symbiote just moved right along, didn't it? All this time, whenever Morbius had attempted to picture the unseen unheard symbiote listening in on his and Eddie's conversations, he'd been picturing some sort of inky black wisp, a thing thin and insubstantial, inscrutable and incomprehensible; an impartial celestial observer of human nature, something wise by virtue of its sheer longevity and wide travel but terribly shy.

Instead, within a few minutes of meeting the symbiote, what he'd gotten was the full muscly mass of Venom talking about how it could meet someone, fall in love, and get married in under ten seconds, and was baffled and frustrated that most humans didn't work the same.

To think, all the times he'd spoken to Venom and he'd never gotten a glimpse at this personality. "Yes. We should date." Preferably with some arrangement that would let Morbius talk to both of them instead of just Eddie. (Was he dating both of them now? Was he dating them now? Ten minutes ago he'd thought he didn't have a shot with them.)

"Great! Let's go!" Venom stood and pointed at the TV, and one finger shot out several feet long to punch the power button.

"What—you mean right now? Isn't Eddie still asleep?"

"Eddie can keep sleeping! Can do anything with his body at night except change it, get in trouble, or spend money. Have to wake him before doing those. Eddie said."

Morbius mentally added "perform any acts more lewd than a closed-mouth peck on the lips" to the list, because at this point he had no idea how fast he ought to expect the symbiote to go.

Did he have any plans for the night? He supposed he didn't. "Okay. A date. Let's. I... haven't been on a date in quite a while."

"Eddie and I go on dates all the time!" Venom headed to the door and Morbius followed, trying not to think too hard about the fact that Eddie was asleep underneath the symbiote's skin. "We usually go out for dinner."

"Dinner isn't a very romantic occasion for me, I'm afraid."

"That's fine," the symbiote said cheerfully. It grabbed up the apartment key on the way out, and after locking the door stuck the key to its side, where it got absorbed under its skin. "We can fight crime, too!"

Morbius was pretty sure that would lead to a dinner date after all. "How about a movie?"

It belatedly occurred to him that they'd just been watching a movie; but the symbiote enthusiastically said, "Love going to movies! We know a 24 hour theater nearby. Real theater, not one for dirty movies. We can sneak in exit so Eddie doesn't have to wake up."

Morbius wondered how the symbiote was going to explain in the morning when Eddie asked how the movie they'd originally been watching had ended. "All right. Let's go."

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Crossposted to AO3, link in my description. If you enjoyed the fic, I'd appreciate a reblog or comment!

[croweswings-a]

hello i am gonna try getting some writing done today bc im FEELIN it but also. this is gonna be kinda rambly and soft and dumb bc im in a moode but (im putting this under readmore just bc...)

lately life has been kind of a rollercoaster w life outside of the rpc, i have a lot of friends that rely on me for emotional support and advice, i have to be my own boss w work and its been hard for me to have strong drive in all of my creative areas (which sadly includes writing). BUT on here, i have had the pleasure of meeting some of the most talented wordsmith writers that really keep my head in the game of creation and consistent inspiration. there are so many unique characters and writing styles on my dash, i confess to stalking numerous threads (none of u are safe from my bitch eyes) and i have had the pleasure of growing close to some very special literary artists in the rpc. i finally have a “group” of sorts with three of my favourite people (i have always wanted my own little troupe & it kills the man w sappy emos), but i also have several others outside of this that i will always vibe with whether we’re writing or not - just know i am in support of you and whenever you have ideas, i am always down to hearing them regardless of how often we talk or not. i view rp as a relaxed escape for all of us - it’s not a chore, it is a collaborative, community driven way to take a break from the real world and slip into the comfort of a fantasy one that can make us happy, excited, and in many cases emotional (but in a good way, yknow?) never feel as though you are obligated to reply to me, or that you have to interact with me 24/7 nor should you feel guilty if you’ve not been active online. i have no expectations other than basic respect. 

additionally, i am honoured that people enjoy my characters as i’ve always been very insecure about how many i have and how many of those are actually “good” developed and dimensional characters. the ones on this blog are very dear to me and i’m especially appreciative of all the blogs who don’t really have that retro verse going are open to exploring it when it comes to plotting. i don’t consider myself a writer, but i will say that my love of writing has only grown over time because of the people i’ve written with. there is nothing more fun for me than the challenge of putting deep effort into my threads bc i am so impressed and enthralled by my partner’s skills that i feel i must only enhance it by putting my all into my replies (hence why it takes me a while sometimes). 

in summation tho, what i mean to say is that i am deeply touched by the people i’ve met on here and that i’m thankful for you guys for kindling such a warm community that really helps take me out of the stressful elements and brings me to another place of comfort. i really hope you all understand that your muses are insanely cool with so many different facets that i Love to hear about (i beg of my rp partners to rant to me abt their characters, the more the better) and that writing/plotting/talking w yall is the highlight of my online life sometimes. the biggest love to those who always hear me out on my ideas and are always willing to follow me wherever my scattered asshat brain takes me, to those i have grown close to who are always open to bouncing ideas off each other even if they don’t always come to full completion. i love you all, i am a big mushy infantchild w lots of emotions & look forward to writing into the new year w u guys. bless. cookie to anyone who actually read all this nonsense

[shironekooo]

Art in it’s truest form

Chp. 7 - What’s behind a mask

Kamski x Reader

Words: 1975

Tag: @tallfrenchgirl

For the New Years celebration Elijah was asked to attend the social event at the town’s hall. There were no plans between you two for that night, so being a public figure he graciously accepted the invitation also adding a plus one – you.

So now you’re wearing your third dress in a month and it’s even more captivating than previous two. The theme of the ball is Maquerade, so Chloe put you in a puffed and lacy black dress decorated with crimson red flower patterns and pearls going down your bare back. More than that, you had your hair and makeup professionally done, tuning you into a high class attendant. You didn’t actually think, that Elijah will take you with him. It’s not like he has to. He could have gone alone and you wouldn’t mind, especially since the trick you pulled on him during Christmas. It was all in good fun, but Elijah took it a little too seriously. You didn’t apologize and apparently there’s no need to, as he’s taking you out on a social event anyway. Not that you would. That man needs to taste his own medicine and perk up a little. Sitting comfortably on his throne he got a little soft… Looking at the mirror you understood why though. Who could keep up their guard when this gorgeous fox is wiggling its tail. Though now you were radiating threat more than anything else. Black and red colors were too much in a vampire style. You guess Elijah likes to stand out and make himself center of “unwanted” attention. Typical from a man with this big of an ego. You chuckle putting on couple of drops of perfume onto your skin and then get ready to meet Elijah at the front door.

As always he’s already waiting, wearing a suit that matches a color scheme of your dress, which turns him into a vampire too. A tasteful crimson scarf fastened with antique looking brooch and carefully tucked under the vest only amplifies that look. It’s like you were aristocrats that had the pleasure of living for a thousand years yet stuck with Victorian London style. Not that you complained. You were ready to spill some blood and dance under the moonlight with your immortal lover.

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The place is full with the most elaborate costumes worn by men and women both. It’s hard to recognize anyone around, but that also works in their favor. Elijah takes off his mask so he could say his “hello” to some important people and you follow behind, being all mysterious and none talkative. Elijah enjoys the attention you two get and introduces you as so many different personas, simply making fun of others and creating elaborate lies for your own amusement. His good mood gets you excited too, so after a while you sneak away to have your own little fun.

You scan the crowd looking for someone interesting to talk to, when a waiter approaches offering a refreshing drink. You take it and after a single sip feel soft bubbles tickling the back of your tongue. That is the most delicious and probably expensive champagne you ever tried. You could easily spend the night just drinking, dancing and trying all the different foods. Sometimes even an expensive dress can’t hide your comfort loving side. Instead, you decide to strike a conversation with a young looking gentleman. He introduces as an heir to the biggest pharmaceutical company in Detroit, yet his manners and intellect are very much of a spoiled rich young man making it easy for you to smile and laugh at his attempt to woo you. He seems pleased with himself though. Poor soul. But you play along, mainly because you can see Elijah out of the corner of your eye. He’s also chatting up some ladies and politely smiles at their flirtatious laughs and subtle touches, but you know that expression way too well. He’s bored and you make it your job to entertain him. You theatrically laugh at something your companion says holding up a hand to hide your smile, after flip your hair and finally put your hand on his. Since the live orchestra is filling the air with their melodies, not too loud, but just enough, you also lean in closer to say some nonsense into the guys ear, still touching his hand in a more than a friendly manner. He’s charmed, but you know that this is just a child’s play. Still, isn’t that a little entertaining to watch? Unexpectedly the young man puts his hand on your waist and also gets closer to answer your flirting. You can feel his breath hitting your neck as he speaks near your ear. He’s suggesting to find a more quiet and private place and your eyes light up. You can see Elijah looking in your direction and it makes it even more exciting. You agree to take a walk, but not before giving a cheeky smile to your audience.

You think his name is something like Ron…Ronald? Doesn’t really matter, but he’s taking you to what looks like an office. Seems right, knowing that this is town hall. A remote place where no one should wonder in. Couple of doors should be opened so you could end up here.

Ronald closes the one behind him and pushes you onto the desk. He acts impatiently: starts groping and kissing you wherever. You roll your eyes and turn the head to the side, so he wouldn’t try to eat your make up off. It grosses you out, but you still answer to his actions with silent moans and passionate movements, so he would be occupied long enough. Long enough for the door to silently open.

Elijah leans on the doorpost, crossing his arms on a chest and watches your little performance. He seems slightly amused and intrigued, waiting for whatever you’re going to do next. The fact that Ron’s hands roam under your dress and he’s deeply buried into your neck and breasts doesn’t concern him. You also grin putting on fake expressions of pleasure. But this is not the true reason you brought these boy here. You seductively touch your leg and slowly lift the skirt up revealing over knee socks attached to lacy strings. Around the thigh there’s also a sheath and you take a knife out of it. Elijah fidgets in place sending you a questionable look. You simply wink and raise the knife behind poor Ron’s back, carefully moving it closer with a sharp pointy end almost touching his nape. You can see that Elijah tries to hide his disapproval as he finally decides to approach. You keep your victim closer as you wait for your partner’s signal on how this all should end. Very easily a blood could flow. Elijah stops right behind Ron, who is enjoying this opportunity a little bit too much, and takes the knife from you. He shakes his head and you pout. Elijah hides the murder weapon before drawing Ron’s attention to himself. Poor soul jumps in place getting scared shitless.

-What the hell, man? – he gets all worked up before recognizing who’s standing in front of him. Face drops.

-I’m afraid this is my companion you’re trying to fuck, - Elijah smiles, but he’s very much ready to murder the guy with eyes only.

-Shit, - he murmurs to himself and dashes out not even looking back. Smart move.

-Official waltz is about to begin, – Elijah doesn’t say anything about your misdemeanor, which is completely different reaction from that evening at the restaurant. His growing trust in you is arousing. You grab him by the jacket and pull closer.

-Do we have to be present? – you wrap your legs around him leaning in for a kiss, but he turns away. Silently he takes out a handkerchief and wipes away the traces of other man’s presence from your body. This very much melts your heart.

- I guess we should go, - you say standing up and fixing your dress. He smiles being pleased with your answer and holds out his hand. You take it and you both return to the main hall.

People already started to move to the sides, clearing out the floor on which the main event is about to take place. It is Viennese waltz. Selected couples take their respectable places while orchestra slowly introduces the melody. You and Elijah join them. Bow to each other, stand into joined position and in a couple more moments slowly start moving to the melody. Neither you nor Elijah practiced dancing together, but to know how to dance Viennese waltz is considered a requirement in your life, so just with the first step you synch and deliver a perfect performance. You can feel your dress floating around with every single turn, the grip with which Elijah is holding your hand and waist is electrifying. All the colors flashing around merge together putting you in a dreamy state and only you two are present in this moment. If you were to describe how falling in love feels, this would be it.

Out of nowhere a strong cough disturbs the atmosphere. It’s slightly annoying, but things happen. Except that cough repeats and gets only worse. Couples are forced to slow down and stop, to look at the person in question. It’s the same young man, Ron or whatever. He’s holding onto his chest with pale face, not able to catch a breath. People get worried and approach him, but none of them are fast enough to ask or do anything as he collapses with even more dreadful look on his face. You and Elijah are watching from farther away.

-Who could have thought that poison kills people…, - you sigh putting on a sad expression as people rush in to check on a dying man, shouting for help and whirling around not knowing what else there is to do.

Elijah’s face lights up. He looks at you in disbelief, but also pleasantly surprised.

-You weren’t going to use the knife, were you?

-Well of course not! I’m not that stupid. That would have been so messy…  I used a peculiar mix of perfume, - you grin. - Don’t kiss me below lips tho...

Elijah lets out a silent chuckle and turns back at the unfolding tragedy. After giving it a little thought he gets genuinely concerned:

-Why do this though? It’s dangerous. Risky. You could get caught.

-Because it’s boring your way, - you lay it down as it is. -  It’s too quiet and too comfortable. This rush and exposure makes you feel more alive. Can’t you see? The chaos that’s going on right now - it’s our doing. We can literally set the world on fire and watch it burn while we stand in the middle of the blaze. And it’s just you and me. This is our moment.

You speak with so much emotion, your true colors spill out in the open. You devote this evening to your partner. This is your confession. And Elijah responds with a very loving gaze.

As the time around you slows down, you two kiss. No need for the fireworks and champagne. No celebrations or congratulations. This is how you start the New Year.

 Couple of days later –

It’s an early morning, but both of you are up and in the kitchen, playfully making breakfast while blasting some fun tunes to which you’re dancing to. Mood is delightful. Everything’s just peachy. Elijah holds you in his arms planting ticklish kisses on your neck as you giggle and try not to burn food in the pan.

Chloe also joins, but her expression isn’t so carefree. She very seriously announces:

-Detroit police is here. They want to see you, Elijah.

[imascientistofmusic]

Im a huge fucking nerd

final LYRICS FOR ENDOLPHINS AND MC FOUCAULT EP Welcome to Kirby’s Memeland (MILLIPEDES FOR THE MOLEMEN) Got it so hot y'all give me standing ovations while I'm spamming the squat[1] like my whole family's Croatian if my dad's Jackie Chan[2] am I Hispanic or Asian? please understaånd this equation ()[3] me no panic just blazing at any random location i’m your romantic liaison killa Beys in formation[4] the doctor's[5] now handling patients I put the wots in tarnations[6] I put the spots on dalmatians I move the block with my cadence Now time just stops when i say shit But the beat goes on cause i made it Alex Strong[7] in the paint and Singing So Long[8] to fake friends We can roll out the Save ends[9] Y'all kittens tryin my patience I need to find an oasis Pass me that blunt and i'll face it Why y'all stuntin so basic? Im kinda something like LASIK[10] take your quirk and erase it[11] If there's something to say then I'm Malcolm Little and Dakin[12] Welcome to Kirbys Memeland[13] Im a giant herbing with green hands[14] Defiantly serving up steamed hams[15] Yo shuhei hold up i got remands[16] Misery[17] in the moment Missouri in the mornings[18] Mysteries in the motions Miss her seas in this ocean[19] (oh shit) ALL AT ONCE (HOW HARD JAMES HARDIN GOES WHEN HE GOES HARD IN THE PAINT) One day i’ll kill all the white men take back the land we’re missin[20] Im Diego's street art and they're banksy's vandalisms[21] Like the second coming of yeezus[22] and he's risen Built a religion for giant robots[23] called it animism[24] My flow is so fucking preposterous Patrol the land rarer than rhinoceroses[25] Get your heads out the sand yall lookin like ostriches Didn't kill the cat[26] but we checked it into hospice I know yr feeling that and baby one i got this My boys swing the bats like my last name was ausmus[27] Best rappers who aren't black you know i top the list prophets foretold my path (my birth) it was an (heavenly) auspice Imagine how hard james hardin[28] goes when he goes hard in the paint Well i go harder than that On my level you ain't I'm smart as The Bat[29] I'm like double your rank I just started to rap But the devil remains In the details im valued retail theyre resale[30] i'll continue my never ending quest to impress you[31] I’m obsessed with the things that pens do Allah bless this mess because i swear i intend to Decompress and recollect about fucked things that friends[32] do Parenthetically my memes are better than y’all’s Im aesthetically[33] hiding in vectors too small Interjecting my dreams while dissenting all leans[34] Exquisitely dining on minds here at the end of all things [35] We bout those movers and shakers We bustin loose of the matrix[36] I get my fruit at bodegas Im bound to move to NEW VEGAS[37] Matthew McConaughey (HARRY AND THE HUMAN CENTIPEDES) Another space time anomaly[38] An Interstellar[39] odyssey Alright alright alright Im Mathew McConaughey Im unfuckingstoppable the impossible possible The whole world's my hospital not a gd thing is inoperable[40] Credentials are laudable Essentially i got it all Took a look at the d And then called an audible[41] Obliterate any Obstacle Precipitate like waterfalls Instigate a kinder cause Evicerate a haunted ghoul[42] When i fucks with physics the laws get more lax my words carry weight like the world's biggest snorlax[43] Come at me son yr gonna need more VATS[44] carried this town[45] for So Long[46] im getting a sore back their love for me like a tree to the Lorax[47] My lyrics paint pictures so i call them a Rorschach[48] my bones are telling me bad weathers on the forecast a storm is rolling in this is the calm before that Past five centuries all of them regrettable[49] Just like entropy i am inevitable[50] I was meant to leave my head it was full Fundamentally i'm so far ahead of these fools Down five hennessy's trying just to deaden this pulse[51] Iron sentry's lining the edge of the mall[52] 100% dying to dismantle this wall[53] Johnny five empathy no disassemble this bot[54] Quintessentially im X at the head of this school[55] Intermittently you slept in my bed it was cool incidentally we had sex in the end of the pool Human centipede[56] that ass it was my edible[57] G.O.A.T. (NIETZSCHE DIDN’T KILL GOD, I DID) Like JD[58] I’m the GOAT[59] Billy[60] hashtag Swag[61]gert[62] Worlds most accurate fact checking rapper This is a game to me Chutes and ladders[63] Here's where the bangers[64] be girl you know i had ‘er My flow the yangtze[65] i spit venom black adders[66] Opposite of banksy[67] or some bullshit “all lives matter”[68] Fuck the president[69] that dude cant get any badder[70] Cooking up some poppy tea[71] mix it up like cake batter HEY DON'T LOOK AWAY DON'T LET IT GROW ON YOU IT'S NOT OK Engrave the following on my headstone: “They[72] died getting head stoned peepin Tombstone[73] While eatin a tombstone pizza[74]" I’ve gone full blown nietzsche[75] said hello to the abyss "it was good to meet ya"[76] Behind this mask's a terrifying creature[77] Who would gladly cook you up and eat ya Every track i’m on mc foucault's the feature Threat level dragon[78] when im hittin the road again Like shang tsun out here looking for some souls to bend[79] Other rappers words are last years memes im so over them Like neil in the 80s its the weight of the world im shoulderin'[80] Tho ive been there once couldnt tell you where denver starts and boulder ends[81] Rockin california fishes like them pennsylvania colder pens[82] I spit fire like dylon[83] and i left the studio smolderin Sitch is Dire like sylons you used to know as older friends[84] Minds expired with prions[85] when i take theirs skulls and open em Im entirely high on the spirit taking time up and folding it[86] unlike battery acid im so hella caustic[87] Such flattering assets with a tongue so toxic Made saturn's rings spin on a cosmic cross stitch My staggering spit it god agnostic[88] [1] “Why do Slavs squat?” is a satirical catchphrase associated with imageboards and forums discussing Eastern European people and cultures http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/why-do-slavs-squat-slav-squat [2] My dad and jackie chan are aging to look like the same person [3] I use medical marijuana to treat anxiety [4] Beyonce - Formation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDZJPJV__bQ [5] My initials are DRB and so many folks call me Doctor or Doctor B [6] “What in Tarnation?” is a rhetorical question meaning “what in damnation?”, which is often associated with Americans living in the Southern United States expressing incredulous bewilderment. http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/what-in-tarnation [7] Drummer of Endolphins and one of the progenitors of this particular beat [8] So Long is my queerpop band SoLongNaota.Bandcamp.com [9] A saving throw in D&D http://dnd4.wikia.com/wiki/Saving_throw [10] Corrective laser eye surgery [11] Boku No Hero Academia character Shota Aizawa “eraser head” who’s special power is erasing others’ special powers http://bokunoheroacademia.wikia.com/wiki/Shota_Aizawa [12] Church of The Three Cats is at the corner of Malcolm X (born Malcolm Little) and Dakin in Lansing, Michigan [13] Gamboy title Kirby’s Dreamland but with memes [14] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Giant but with Weed [15] Simpsons shitpost classic http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/steamed-hams [16] Once I beat magic the gathering hall of famer Shuhei Nakamura in a Grand Prix with a timely remand [17] The first Endolphins release was called North of Misery as a nod to their being in Iowa [18] In 2015 I toured with Endolphins and had two amazing mornings in St Louis, s/o to KPAX and calcifer [19] Sometimes you meet someone who forever changes the way you think about things like water, and then you drown in thoughts never actually able to grasp anything completely again [20] im native as fuck http://www.corteidh.or.cr/tablas/24777.pdf [21] Artist Diego Rivera vs Banksy [22] Kanye West's ego messiah and eponymous album [23] giant robot anime trope for example: neon genesis evangelion, flcl, gundam... [24] Animism but with Anime https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animism [25] Rhino’s are near extinct everywhere https://www.savetherhino.org/rhino_info/rhino_population_figures [26] Slang for giving a person with a vagina multiple orgasms [27] Detroit Tigers skipper Brad Ausmus [28] James Hardin is a professional basketball Superstar [29] Comic book protagonist Batman [30] Price you get for selling an item new (retail) vs used (resale) [31] A certain person who since i have met has inspired most of my creative endeavors [32] See directly above [33] in a way that gives pleasure through beauty [34] biases [35] Comic book character Galactus, Eater of Worlds https://marvel.com/universe/Galactus [36] 1999 science fiction film The Matrix [37] 2010 video game Fallout: New Vegas [38] My favorite Star Trek trope [39] My favorite Matthew McConaughey film [40] See note #5 [41] In american football a quarterback will notice something about the defense and change the play at the line of scrimmage, this is called an audible [42] These are hearthstone cards [43] Snorlax is a very large and heavy pokemon that can only be moved by playing a special flute [44] Vault-tec assisted targeting system in Fallout video game franchise, the more skill points one has the more they can do in combat before an enemy reacts [45] I have been a pillar of the diy community in lansing michigan for 20 years [46] So Long Naota/Collective see note #8 [47] Dr Seuss character who is the protector of nature [48] The Rorschach test is a psychological test in which subjects' perceptions of inkblots are recorded and then analyzed using psychological interpretation, complex algorithms, or both. [49] Since Europeans have arrived on the shores of North and South America they have brought only misery and genocide [50] The second law of thermodynamics requires that, in general, the total entropy of any system can't decrease other than by increasing the entropy of some other system. Hence, in a system isolated from its environment, the entropy of that system tends not to decrease. [51] Drinking is a mostly self destructive behavior for myself and I tend to only do it when i wish to self harm [52] Episode 3 of the 1997 anime Beserk [53] Fuck borders fuck walls freedom is not possible when they exist [54] 1986 film Short Circuit about a robot that gains sentience and learns of death the term for which is dissassemble [55] Professor Xavier from the X-Men comics who runs a school for Mutants [56] 2009 Dutch body horror film Human Centipede tells the story of people sewn mouth to ass [57] Analingus [58] The Mountain Goats frontman John Darnielle or JD aka thrashkitten member of the sooper swag project [59] GOAT (Greatest Of All Time) is a term used in hip hop to talk about the best rappers ever [60] A billy is a male goat [61] #swag is a song by rapper GMCFOSHO who is a friend of mine [62] Jimmy Swaggert was a televangelist who was defrocked for multiple prostitution scandals [63] Chutes and Ladders is a metaphor for life. As such, it is arguably the most philosophical of all children's board games. Based on the ancient Indian game Snakes and Ladders. The historic version had root in morality lessons, where a player's progression up the board represented a life journey complicated by virtues (ladders) and vices (snakes). [64] Banger is a term for a particularly moving composition [65] The Yangtze is the longest river in Asia and the third-longest in the world. The river is the longest in the world to flow entirely within one country. [66] A venomous snake that lives in europe and east asia, also a nod to the lyric earlier about chutes and ladders (snakes and ladders) [67] “Some have criticised the "obviousness" of Banksy's work, and accused it of being "anarchy-lite" geared towards a middle class "hipster" audience.” [68] A slogan used to silence the #blacklivesmatter movement [69] Donald Trump [70] 1998 Arcade game Bad Dudes vs Dragon Ninja later ported to the Nintendo Entertainment System known widely for its intro cut scene in which the protagonists are asked if they are bad enough dudes to save the president [71] Poppy tea is any herbal tea infusion brewed from poppy straw or seeds of several species of poppy. For the purpose of the tea, dried pods are more commonly used than the pods of the live flower. The walls of the dried pods contain opiate alkaloids, primarily consisting of morphine. [72] I am non-binary and use they/them pronouns [73] 1993 Western Tombstone starring kurt russel and val kilmer [74] Very cheap frozen pizzas of dubious quality [75] Nietzsche claimed the death of God would eventually lead to the loss of any universal perspective on things, and along with it any coherent sense of objective truth [76] Nietzsche once said: “Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.” [77] Nietzsche also said: “All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.” [78] 2015 Anime and Manga One Punch Man’s shout out to Neon Genesis Evangelion describing a monster that is a threat to multiple cities [79] 1992 Arcade Fighing game Mortal Combat’s main villain who stole people's souls [80] Neil Young's sleeper Weight of The World from his amazing foray into new wave on his criminally unheralded album Landing on Water [81] I visited colorado for the first time on tour with Endolphins and tho enjoyable it was mostly mountains and urban sprawl and legal weed [82] The 2016 battle for Lord Stanley’s cup between NHL’s Pittsburgh Penguins and [83] Chappell show sketch about Dylon who thought he was the GOAT because “dylon spit hot fire” [84] Battlestar Galactica plot twist [85]Kuru is a very rare, incurable neurodegenerative disorder that was prevalent among the Fore people of Papua New Guinea. Kuru is caused by the transmission of abnormally folded prion proteins, which leads to symptoms such as tremors, loss of coordination, and neurodegeneration. Most people who develop it are cannibals [86] The quantum physics theory of time travel [87] Acids are corrosive and bases are caustic [88] God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? — Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Section 125,

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The Faceless Nursery. Chapter 3. The rain hits the chimes.

Ronan yawned as he was carried. The rain had started up, it dripped softly against the wind chimes outside. Mummy was working late today, so he was staying over at Mel's tonight. He did that a lot. Mummy had to work a lot. But there was one thing that always bothered his tiny mind. Why did all the other's kids get to go home? They had a daddy. He never did. Mel was holding Alice's hand as he peered out the window. Stephanie should have been here by now. He didn't have her number, nor the parents. Asha had all of that, and that was locked in her office and he didn't have the keys to it. He squeezed Alice's hand as she hugged him. She had been getting more and more upset more often and more easily. He picked her up, she smiled at Ronan. Who was only 2 and a-half. He was sleepy, getting cranky. A whine escaped him as Mel bounced him up and down. He sighed, no shopping today. Super Value would be close, or packed by the time he made it on his bike.

A half smile escaped him, from eating freshly killed duck with the finest of wines, to barely scrapping by and eating pot noodles while watching re-runs of 'Open all hours'. He couldn't even watch that today. Cbeebies for him today. He bounced the little ones in his arms as he took a deep breath. Using the magic he had, he took a pen and paper. Writing what had happened, his address and his phone number. He stuck it up on the front door and walked to his bike. A little red, dinky thing. It had two baby seats. One made for toddlers, on the back and a baby one beside the basket on the front. He carefully put Ronan in and then helped Alice in to hers. He had made the bike himself. Propping the umbrella up on to its stand, he kicked the wedge that held it up and he was off.

A lot of bikes were not made for someone his height. He explained everything to Alice, he hoped they hadn't just missed that strange looking Bentley. He came down on to the main road, he kept going. The buildings were getting more and more densely packed. Mel smiled as they stopped in front of the red and white shop. Super Value was a shop had popped up when he was away. Made by Mortals. It was like Euro Spar, or Aldi's, or even Lidls. He grabbed the cart and placed Ronan in the baby seat. Alice was in the cart as he pushed in, ducking his head underneath the doorway. Luckily it was quiet today, Tuesday is always quiet. Alice giggled as Mel gave a push and let the cart roll by itself. He watched the prices carefully, he made $11.30 a day. Worked about six hours a day, and five days a week. So, he made €399 a week, round that up at 400. Rent for him was €1,881. The cheapest he could get for what he needed. A weekly shop would be somewhere in the €50 - €80 range. So, he only had €320 to pay rent. His rent was monthly. He made about €1,839 monthly. So he was barely scraping by. 

Why did he do this? He could get a job anywhere. He had the experience. Yet, it was like he was on a path to redemption. Something had attracted him to the job, and the kids won him over. He was lucky he had money from his early years after running. He was slightly scared to dip in to it tho'. He had about €5,000 sitting there. He wanted to save it, just in case something happened and he had to run again. He smiled as he payed, tho' it was tired. Taxes would catch up to him. He didn't technically exist in the system. So, it was just a game of waiting till he was figured out and he ran away. Leaving the kids. He groaned as he hooked the bag on to the basket and then he was off again.  He no longer had time for himself, he knew he was getting fat. He couldn't take care of his body with his life right now. He just didn't have the time he use to do, he had plenty of time to train back then. He started the cycle back. Alice was looking around. He froze as a car beeped behind him, he slowly turned. Fearing it was some angry driver. 

Instead, the weird looking Bentley was cruising behind him. He smiled as he pulled in as the Bentley pulled him a head of him. Stephanie ran out, a woman followed. She was muscled, had long blonde hair and was only wearing a tank-top. She looked at him with wide-eyes, he figured it was probably because of his height. He got off the bike and helped Ronan and Alice out of their seats. Stephanie hugged Alice. ''Sorry for being so late! Traffic was a mess!''She laughed. He nodded as he held his shopping in one hand. The man that drove walked out, ''Hello. I don't believe we've met.'' He shook Mel's hand that was holding the shopping bag. ''I'm Me.''He introduced himself, Mel laughed at this, ''Interesting name.''He muttered, Me nodded as he took the shopping.

''Would you like a ride back to your house?''He asked, Mel's eyes brightened up at this as he smiled. He looked at his bike. But the woman with blonde hair picked it up and put in to the boot. He smiled as he carried Ronan in to the back, Alice sat in the middle in-between him and Stephanie. He made small talk with them, but frowned as they passed the exit for his home. ''We're going the wrong way.''He pointed out, he had been giving them directions. Me nodded, ''We're not going home.'' Mel looked at Stephanie and froze as the muscled woman pulled out the sword. ''Is this a kidnapping?''He felt stupid asking it, but it just fell out of his mouth. As they went off the highway, Me's face melted away. Mel stared at the skull through the mirror.

''Pleasant.''He breathed the name out in disbelief. Skulduggery nodded, ''Good to see you to, Mevolent.''

''I have to ask, where did this 'Mel' come from?'' Mevolent frowned at this question, ''Its just a nickname I made.''He looked at Stephanie, she eyed him.

''My name is Valkyrie Cain.''She muttered, she held her sister close. He nodded and turned to the woman, ''And you are?'' The sword blonde turned slightly. He could feel the hate towards him ebb around the car, ''Tanith Low.'' ''Pleasure to meet you.''He smiled, she tutted. The Bentley drove through the barrier. Mevolent's eyes grew wide as he stared at Roarhaven, ''Where are we?'' Ronan whined again, he looked down and frowned. ''The little fella is hungry.''He muttered, Alice looked up, ''Can I help feed him?'' He smirked as he scuffed up her hair. Valkyrie shifted as they kept driving, ''We're in Roarhaven''Skulduggery called and Mevolent paused.

''That shit-hole?''He asked, then froze as he looked at Alice. ''Don't repeat what I just said.'' She nodded, as Skulduggery explained how Roarhaven had changed. Mevolent was impressed. The Bentley drove to the front of the stairs. There stood Cleavers, Ghastly, China and the council. Skulduggery opened the door to Mevolent. He frowned as he saw two crowds. Faceless one worshipers and people who hated him, he stood up. Holding Ronan. He stared at it all. Both crowds went quiet as his new appearance. Much had changed from the war. His cheeks had become sunken, his hair was starting to grey, and he hadn't bothered to dye it. Both sides and the back were shaved, the middle part was tied in to a bun. He was wearing a second hand hoodie that was a little tight on him. His cargo pants hugged his body and he wore run-down trainers, he was also carrying a Super Value bag and a baby. He frowned as China Sorrows approached, he went in to a defensive stance. She smiled as she looked up at him, ''It has been a while, hasn't it dear Mevolent?'' He narrowed his eyes and relaxed slightly.

''Yeah, wheres Meritorious? I wish to speak with Eachan.''He eyed the tall tower, ''I hope he is well.'' He turned to the protesters. He closed his eyes and groaned in annoyance. China sighed, ''He's dead. Neferian Serpine killed him a few years back.'' Mevolent's eyes snapped open, ''Wheres Serpine? Whose the Head of the Council?'' He held Ronan close as the baby was getting fussy. China's smile made him worried, a tightness gripped his chest as he already knew what she was going to say. ''I am. Of the Supreme Council as well.''She clasped her hands together. He nodded slowly. China started to climb the stairs. He paused as the Faceless Church crowd started to shout for them to show the tattoo. He knew what they mean't. It was more of a scar, symbol of the church and hymns that he had on his arm and back. He gave Ronan to Tanith. He couldn't help but give it to them. He knew that all would be surprised.

But he wanted to change, he knew he would show them that he had. He let the hoodie slip off, and everything went quiet. Both sides, even the Skeleton behind him went quiet. His back tattoo was now a large tree of life. A perfect one to cover up the circles. The branches reached down to his hips. One arm tattoo was covered by a cherry flower branch sleeve. He was quite proud of that one. The other one was smaller, a yin and yang tattoo. It was karps, one was red, one was black with some flowers in between. The one of his wrist was a special one for him. Four lines, one was a dark purple, one was a light green, one was a soft white and the other was a winy red. Vile, Serpine, Baron and Abyssena. He got all these tattoos a while ago, he needed to get them redone. The Faceless one praisers seem to be horrified by this change. He frowned as the rain fell on to his back. He waved at them.

''Hello, I'm back. Mevolent, ex-warlord.''He folded his arms as he looked at the protesters against him, ''To be honest, I've fallen out of The Faceless one religion.'' That statement seem make the air shake as he grabbed the hoodie and put it back on. He followed China in as Alice was waving at the crowds. He followed them up to China's office. He looked down at her, ''Can you get me some baby food. Ronan's getting cranky.''He was bouncing the baby as China nodded and sent an order out. He sat down across from her, her desk was wide. She smiled at him. ''So, you've given up on your religion?''She asked. He frowned.

''I have, I gave it up around the early 1900s. I dropped out of the magical community late 1800s.''He guessed. China slowly nodded as Skulduggery and Valkyrie stood beside the door. Alice wondered over to Mevolent. He chuckled and picked her up as he answered China's questions. She sat in his lap as he nodded. ''You really have changed, you know. With these trying times, we could use someone like you. Calm the Churches nerves after some of Mr Pleasant's jobs. There is a school now, for our people. Even a bank.''She explained, Mevolent frowned. He knew what she was doing.

''I'll move here, come to some of your meetings, but I'm staying at the daycare. How far is it from here?''He asked. Skulduggery lowered his head, ''An half-an-hours drive.'' Mevolent nodded and sat back. ''I'm going to need a car.''He noted, China smiled, ''It can all be done easily.'' He smiled as he stood up. A woman slinked in and handed him the food another man put a baby chair beside him. He placed Ronan. China nodded to the others as she left. Ghastly sat down, beside Mevelont. He was stiff as he eyed the Warlord. ''Why the change?''He asked. Mevolent looked at him, ''I just, changed. I saw things, mingled myself with Mortals and I changed.'' He narrowed his eyes as he looked down. Ghastly slowly nodded as he sat up straight. ''You killed so many.''He grunted. Mevolent laughed at this. Skulduggery stepped forward.

''Whats the laughing for?''

''So have you. My soldiers may have been nameless things to you. But they were peoples, sisters, brothers, Fathers, Mothers, husbands and Wives. Some had been made single parents, and so you've made orphans. So many of them.''His voice was cold as he spoke, ''I know you personally killed a man named John Hare. He had a wife waiting for him, pregnant with his twins. Those two girls never got to meet their Father because of you.'' ''I studied before joining the daycare. A Father will be fundamental in a young girls life, it actually effects their love life. So, you took so much from them. Two girls who were three months from being born.'' Ghastly bite his lip, he looked down and then stood up. He clenched his fist, before letting it go slack. He nodded, ''Fair enough.'' His mutter was just loud enough. Mevolent went back to feeding  Ronan. Valkyrie picked up Alice, letting her play with her phone. ''You got to get new clothes.''Tanith pointed out, he nodded as he looked down at himself, ''From riches to rags dear Low.'' Valkyrie watched him carefully. He had done so many things bad. Yet who was she to judge. Mevolent picked up Ronan and burped him, as the wind chimes outside China's window made soft music as the rain fell on them.