#help me! I'm all quacked up

[i-drop-art-in-your-asks]

Anybody else develop some weird stim-tic they're not able to mask?

[muffinlance]

ORBSJB AGNI AS A TURTLE DUCK I'm sorry but LIKE HOW CUTE AND then it's like he's this turtleduck in the pond bc depending on how people treat animals, small ones that need help, that's how he knows if they're good and he blesses the ones that treat him kindly and then Zuko and I'm sorry of this sint coherent (I'm a long time fan of your content btw, all the his and the books and omg I wish I could've gotten some)

Azulon looked down. His grandson, along with the turtleduck in his arms, looked up.

“This is Agni,” the boy said. “He says you should stop now.”

QUACK, said the duck. It was a strange red-gold. It was glowing. It was staring at him, even through the flames of the throne.

“Stop what?” humored the Fire Lord.

“The war,” the boy said. “It’s killing too many firebenders. Also his sister has been yelling at him, so we should let the waterbenders go, too, and be nice to them from now on so he can get a good night’s sleep and not have her redirecting comets at him any more. Probably we should leave all the other benders alone too because he’s pretty sure it was the air spirits that made him a flightless duck. He says that’s their sense of humor.”

QUACK, said the turtleduck.

“…Guards,” said Azulon.

This proved to be an ill-advised action.

ALTERNATE TAKE THAT WENT NOWHERE AND ISN'T EDITED HAVE FUN WITH THAT:

There is a Fire Nation child in Hakoda's village. The child has a softly glowing turtleduck in his arms and a quietly oozing wound under his bandage. This is not how Hakoda thought his morning would go.

"What's with the turtleduck?" asks Hakoda's son, who is wrapped around Hakoda's arm and his spear in a way that makes it very hard to instinctively stab at red-clothed things. Hakoda... expected more of them. But the tiny sail boat the kid just ran into Sokka's lumpy watchtower seems to be empty, now that its single feverish passenger has stumbled over. With his duck.

"It's a turtleduck-phoenix," says the Fire Lord's heir, answering exactly none of Hakoda's actual questions. "...You remember?"

"That your hair is going to get worse before it gets better?" says Sokka. "Absolutely."

The Prince scowls. "Then where's Aang?"

"Katara's been looking for him. He's still in the iceberg."

"...The Ember Island Players' iceberg?"

"The Ember Island Players' extremely accurate and well-researched iceberg."

The Fire Prince stares at Hakoda's son. The Fire Prince stares at Hakoda. The Fire Prince flips his duck around to face himself, then starts shaking it. "Give me a less stupid reality."

QUACK, protests the duck, with a burst of accompanying immolation that does nothing to dissuade the prince.

"Sorry, buddy," soothes his son, "you were always in the stupid reality. Remember the frozen frogs?"

Quack, says the duck, as if in confirmation.

[sirfrogsworth]

I kept forgetting to unfollow Gina Carano but now I don't want to unfollow because I get a preview of what the stupidest people alive are up to.

Like a canary in the stupidity mine.

The replies are just dead canaries all the way down.

Oh wait, they mentioned a doctor.

I'm sure this doctor has an evidence based approach to this topic and is not a giant grifting quack.

Let's take a look at Dr. Mihalcea's work...

Looks like she wrote a book.

Oh no.

Maybe the SubStack is better.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.

A part of me can't help but feel sorry for some of these people. Grifters took advantage of their low intelligence and used fear to prey on their belief systems. There is always a book or a supplement or a treatment at the heart of these conspiracy claims. This doctor and people like her are taking advantage of naive people. And some of these people are going to die because they think getting blood from vaccinated people is worse than getting no blood at all.

This isn't me trying to excuse their beliefs and behaviors. But bad people can be victims too. And my brain doesn't always know how to feel about that in situations like this.

[dyns33]

Family's fever

I have so many, sooo many, Alfie and his wife stories waiting to be posted.

It was only pain.

For a moment, Alfie wondered if he had died and gone to hell, where his body burned and caused him a martyrdom such as he had never known.

The first time was during the war. Between the trenches, the bombs, the fighting, it had completely destroyed his back, and it had never healed. As if he had stayed there. Maybe it would have been better.

A panting breath was heard on his right, but fatigue was stronger than his survival instinct. So Alfie remained motionless, waiting for the intruder to strike.

It was impossible to tell how much time passed, until a light made him wince, immediately soothed by a cold, damp cloth placed on his forehead and eyes.

"My poor darling, you are even hotter than yesterday."

The soft voice and the hand caressing his cheek almost made him forget the torture he had been living for several hours, at least enough for him to find the strength to move his eyelids enough to see what was around him.

First, he discovered that the danger blowing was a dog, which barked happily at seeing him awake, resting its big head on his hand.

The animal seemed familiar, like the room, but Alfie's foggy mind forgot his questions when he laid his eyes on the woman who was now sponging his sweaty neck.

"… I'm dead."

"Not yet, Alfie. But if this continues I'll call the doctor, no matter what you say."

"Doctors are quacks."

"Like you've been telling me since you caught that cold. And yet you did send one to my house when I was sick."

"I couldn't leave such a beautiful angel to die."

"Ah, maybe you're feeling a little better, you're talking nonsense again." she joked, massaging his shoulder.

However, Alfie wasn't joking, and he didn't understand why his angelic vision didn't take him seriously. He was very serious.

Never in his entire life had he seen such a beautiful woman. If he could have gotten up without crying out in pain, he would have taken her hand to kiss it reverently, before apologizing for having the impudence to touch her without permission.

Maybe she wasn't entirely wrong about his fever, because he laughed, repeating that he really was saying ridiculous things.

Obviously he was mumbling his thoughts without even realizing it. Or maybe it was madness. Alfie had always been a bit crazy, and being stuck with his brigade in the middle of the bombs hadn't helped matters.

His mind was still lucid enough to see the wedding ring on his angel's hand, though, and to know what it meant. Of course, such a woman was married. All the men had to grovel at her feet, begging her to be their wife, and one of them had been given the privilege of being chosen.

"Lucky bastard."

"If I make some soup, will you try to eat it ?"

"Anything for you, видение рая."

"Good. Thanks for finally being reasonable."

"I'll need strength to question your husband." he sighed, patting the dog on the head as it came closer to lick his face.

"…Excuse me ?"

"I wouldn't kill him, I wouldn't want to hurt your tender heart, but I have to check that he deserves you. And if he's not worthy, I should train him until he is."

"… Okay, I'll call the doctor. Cyril, stay here."

Obeying his mistress, the dog guarded the sick man despite his protests and pleas. Alfie would have liked her to stay by his side a little longer. There was no hope that he would see her again.

He frowned when a small man in his lab coat entered the room, putting his briefcase on a table and asking him a lot of questions. Damn doctor.

The man only got his attention when he turned to the angel and called her "Mrs. Solomons.", which made him frown even more.

Hmm.

Alfie knew only three "Mrs Solomons", his grandmother, may she rest in peace, who had always hated being called that, his poor mother who was no longer of this world either, and his sister who had long since taken the name of her stupid husband.

Even if he was not well, he could still recognize these three people, he was certain of it.

"He talked about having a discussion with my husband."

"Mr Solomons often speaks about himself in the third person… As he often speaks to himself."

"I agree, but could the fever be playing on his memory ?"

"You are me wife ?"

The sad smile she gave him as she came back to sit next to him seemed like a sufficient answer, but Alfie couldn't believe it.

Him, married to this perfect being ? Impossible, there had to be a mistake. Someone was playing a joke on him, there was no other explanation, or the devil had decided to punish him for all his sins by torturing him with a twisted scenario, mixing pain, sweetness and vain hope.

But Alfie didn't really believe in this bullshit, and he didn't see anyone suicidal enough to play such a trick on him.

"But why are you married to me, love ? Did I threaten you ? Did your father have debts ? Would I have become rich ? No, an angel like you doesn't marry an old fool like me even if he is rich."

"Maybe I fell in love." she sneered, capturing his attention enough for him to let the doctor take his pulse on his other arm.

"Ah ! I tricked you, my poor treacle ! I blinded you and made you sink into madness to have you. Damn me ! I mean, I am honored that you love me, even if using such subterfuge to have you is terrible."

"I knew exactly where I was going, don't worry. Doctor ?"

"He is simply exhausted by the fever and his back, which makes him delirious. But he will be better soon, I will write you a prescription."

Still not convinced that he could have married the one who was called Y/N, Alfie stared at her with wide eyes in silence, captivated by her every move and accepting everything she asked of him, wisely eating his soup, taking his medicine and letting her change his soaked shirt.

He thought he was going to have a heart attack when she entered the room in her nightgown, lying against him, her head on his shoulder.

"Try to sleep, okay ?"

"But if I sleep, you might disappear." he whispered like a child.

"My sweet idiot. I promise to be here tomorrow morning, sleep now."

As promised, Y/N was still there when he woke up, noticing that his fever had gone down and his memories had returned.

She gently mocked the event when he had fully recovered, and even though he claimed not to see what she was talking about, unable to not make the pout that always betrayed him whenever he tried to hide something from his wife.

Alfie was not ashamed of having been sick. He was still human. He wasn't ashamed of saying strange things either, because it wasn't a change from his usual behavior, nor of falling madly in love with Y/N ​​again, which was perfectly normal.

What he didn't like was the expression on her face when she realized he wasn't joking when he said he didn't know who she was.

"I was worried, you know."

"I know, love. Sorry."

"You really need to stop covering up all over London when it rains."

"Tell your brothers to stop making trouble all over London and I can stay in my office."

"At least this time you were a decent patient. All the other times, you were impossible to hold, refusing to stay in bed and not scare the doctor away. Do you have to take me for someone else's wife to listen to me ?"

"Of course not." he mumbled, pulling her closer. "Other times, I was only able to handle myself, you didn't need to waste your time on me."

"I never waste my time on you, Alfie."

Ah, Y/N. His sweet love. Of course he had taken her for an angel fallen from the sky. That was kind of what she was, even if it wasn't God but Thomas fucking Shelby who had put her on his path.

No doubt her brother was still as shocked as he was that she could have fallen for the idiot he was.

Even in good health, Alfie sometimes wondered how he had done it, how fate had been able to give him such a gift.

"Stop mumbling nonsense, Ollie is waiting for us outside."

"Yes, мой ангел."

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile, guessing what he had said and taking his hand to urge him to leave their house, because she knew very well that if she gave him time, he would have pulled her even further onto the couch, and they would have been very late.

[passionateseadruid]

That time Lucifer turned his best friend into a duck

Cw:slight Yandere elements

Lucifer sat on his thrown with a big yellow duck on his lap.

Yep, that's me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

—+—

"Lucifer you need to get out of your workshop!" You tried to open the door to his workshop. He'd been in there for 4 days straight and everyone was starting to get worried! (It was more like just you and Charlie (and Vaggie because Vaggie cares about whatever Charlie cares about) but still, he had people who were worried sick about him)

"No! I'm fine! I just need to put the finishing touches on my tropical vacation duck  and I'll be right out!"

"You have said that every hour I came by! First it was cowboy duck, then it was bunny duck, then it was maid dress duck, and last time it was steampunk duck! What will it be next time? Maybe a Vaporeon duck or a witch duck?" You huff.

"OOOOH! Wait let me write that down!" He said excitedly

"LUCIFER!!" You groaned and struggled with the golden doorhandle.

"Come on, apple-tart! Just one more duck!" Lucifer begged.

You finally decided to try lock-picking the lock. "Sorry Duckie, but this is for your own good!"

"Wait! No! Please! I'll do anything! Just let me make one more duck!"

You finally heard the lock click and the door handle finally turned. You opened the door as Lucifer screamed and a gold light came at you faster than you could react. When your vision came back you were standing only a foot off the ground, the world towered before you.

Lucifer... WHY AM I SHORTER THAN YOU!

You said in your mind but all that came out was "Quack! Quack Quack!"

"Well um... is that really important? The important thing is that I'm not the shortest person in the room for once!"

Ugh... of course you understand duck.

"Wait! How'd you know you're a duck now?"

It's kinda obvious. I mean, what other animal quacks?

"oh… well shit.”

Lucifer! I don't want to be a duck!

"But you're so cute as a duck." He stuck his bottom lip out and pouted.

Don't you dare do that! You know I can't say no to you when you look so sad.

"I'm just saying… a real best friend would do whatever it takes to make me happy…"

That's incredible manipulative and hypocritical! As my best friend you should respect my wish to not be a duck!

"But…" He tried to think of some way to persuade you. "If… if you were a duck, I’d pamper you… and then we’d both have our needs taken care of!"

You promise that if I let you pamper me in duck form you’ll take care of yourself? You asked skeptically.

"I promise." He nodded, pride dripped in his voice.

…fine! I will stay a duck… BUT JUST FOR TODAY!! You’re turning me back tomorrow!

Lucifer squealed in delight and scooped you up to hold you in his arms. It sucks being shorter than Lucifer.

—+—

At first he was just cuddling you and brushing out your feathers.

Lucifer... how is this helping either of us?

"It's making you look pretty, and in turn that bolsters my reputation." He said proudly.

WHAT REPUTATION? YOU'RE A HERMIT! YOU NEVER LEAVE THE PALACE UNLESS CHARLIE INVITES YOU OVER!

"Shh... apple pie, just let me have this. It feels good doesn't it?"

...

"Apple pie?"

I plead the fifth.

—+—

Next it was feeding you.

"Here!" He feed you grape by individual grape.

Lucifer, you don't need to feed me by hand. I may not have opposable thumbs anymore but that doesn't mean that I'm a helpless baby.

"I know, but I'm pampering you! You promised that I could pamper you." He booped your beak.

I suppose I did...

"Good, now shut up." He pushed one more grape into your mouth

You are eating yourself right?

"Of course! Two for you... and one for me." He popped a grape in his mouth and scritched under your chin.

ahhhh... You quacked purred in delight.

You looked up to see Lucifer had the most smug look on his face. "See? I knew you enjoyed being my pet~"

The double entendre was not lost on you. You were so glad that you were a duck right now so Lucifer couldn't see how absolutely flustered you were.

You stepped on a grape, spraying it's juices all over you. What a shame. Guess we have to put this little conversation on hold while you bathe me.

He smirked like he just won the argument. "You're not exactly helping your case." He teased.

Just get the bubbles going...

—+—

Then it was bathing you.

He starts to take off his vest and unbutton his shirt.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

"What does it look like I'm doing? I don't want to get my clothes wet." He rolled his eyes.

B-but... why do you need to be shirtless?! Don't you have a tank top or a robe or something to put on?!

His smirk became devious. "Do I make you... nervous?"

Please don't be weird while I'm in a duck body

"Good point." He picked you up and dropped you over the tub. "Now let's get that purple out of your beautiful feathers, shall we?"

Mhm! You smiled and leaned into his hands. His charcoal hands were softer than expected. His fingers were tender as they worked the shampoo through your soft, delicate, yellow feathers. Maybe being a duck wasn't so bad. Maybe being his pet wasn't so bad.

—+—

So that's basically how you got here. Wrapped in a towel, in Lucifers lap (while he sat above the residents of hell on his throne), as he pet you again.

Duckie... 'm tired...

"You're tired apple pie?" He smiled softly at you.

mhm...

"wanna go to bed?" He offered and walked toward his room

Want you to hold me too... you need your sleep...

He laughed. "I know, apple pie. I know."

You promise you'll stay with me?

"I promise." He laid down with you on his chest.

—+—

The next morning he woke up before you did...

And he saw you back in your normal form... but instead of the clothes you were in when you were turned...

you were in nothing more than a feather silk robe...

"Oh golly..." His face turned into a beautiful gold hue.

[lilacmingi]

DR. FACILIER (DISNEY VILLAINS AU)

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works. NO SPAM-LIKING PLEASE

Pairing: Dr. Facilier!Mingi x fem!reader

Word count: 8,130

Note: I was rereading over this while drafting it here from my Wattpad and I totally forgot how much I loved it 😫

The sound of the front door being slammed shut echoed throughout your home, followed by the sound of keys being dropped into the glass bowl kept in the foyer.

"You're not gonna believe what just happened." Your brother, Wooyoung, hissed angrily as he stormed into the living room.

"What?" You asked, rolling your eyes.

"I went to that voodoo guy and he screwed me over."

"You what?" You sat upright, giving him a sharp glare. "You know those people are quacks."

"I was curious." He defended.

"What exactly did this guy do?"

"He did some card reading to predict my future and it was horrible."

"I don't see what the problem is. You paid to have your future told."

"He was all upbeat and excited saying that he saw a bright future for me and then when I paid him and pulled cards, he told me I was gonna lose all my money and die alone."

"Seems pretty accurate to me."

"Hey!" He huffed, slapping your arm.

"It's the truth! You lost money on that reading."

"Don't you get it? He made me think I was gonna get a good reading and I didn't. I was tricked."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know. Something."

"No."

"Do something, Y/n." He whined, shoving your shoulder.

"Cut it out."

"Not until you do something."

"You can take care of it yourself. If you're not satisfied, go talk to the guy."

"If I go back, he'll recognize me. Plus, he has a sign up that says no refunds."

You stared up at the purple and green sign that read: Dr. Song's Voodoo Emporium. There were two torches up on either side of the sign, casting an orange glow on the letters.

You didn't even know why you were there. Maybe you did care that Wooyoung got scammed or maybe you knew he wouldn't quit complaining about losing money if you didn't do something.

"It's now or never." You muttered to yourself before pulling open the creaky door and stepping inside.

"Welcome." A deep and somewhat husky voice greeted you from somewhere in the shadows. "You know, I always say fate brings people into my little shop."

Suddenly, the room was illuminated by many candles and lanterns, all being set aflame on their own and all at once. Stepping out from the dark shadows was a tall, slim man with silvery hair pushed away from his face. He donned an outfit consisting of a vest, an animal print suit jacket, dark trousers, and boots. In his hand was a cane with a gold skull on the end.

"So, darling, do you think fate brought you here?" He asked, extending his hand to you.

"I think you ripping off my brother brought me here." You answered.

He retracted his hand, his strong brows tugging together. "What ever do you mean?"

"You scammed my brother."

"I don't know your brother." He stated.

"You told him you saw a bright future for him and when he got a card reading, you told him he would lose all his money and die alone."

"Sorry to inform you, but I can't control that."

"Yeah, right."

"I swear. It's not me. It's the cards."

"The cards?" You scoffed. "Please."

"It's true. I don't decide people's futures."

"I knew it. You're just a scam artist." You hissed, stalking towards the exit.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah!" The man hurried to stand in front of the door, his hands up as he tried to stop you from leaving.

You sighed, crossing your arms as you waited to hear what he had to say.

"I'm a man who likes to make bargains. So, how about this? I give your brother another reading for free if you let me give you a reading right now."

"You scammed my brother and you think I want a reading from you? No thanks. I'm not interested in your tricks."

"No tricks."

"You're lying. I know how con men like you work."

"Fine. I guess you don't want to help your brother."

"You know that's not true."

"Oh, but it is. If you really wanted to help your brother, you would take this simple deal."

"Why do you want to give me a reading so badly?"

"Can I not give a pretty lady a free reading?"

Your eyes narrowed. "If I do this, you'll give my brother another reading?"

"Of course." He grinned, extending his hand. "What do you say?"

"Fine." You give in, shaking his hand.

"Wonderful." He smiled, gesturing to a round table in the middle of the room. "Have a seat."

I can't believe I'm doing this. You thought to yourself.

"I don't want any funny business, Dr. Song."

"Please, call me Mingi. And I can assure you, no funny business."

In a flash, a deck of tarot cards appeared in his hands. He shuffled through them before fanning them out across the table, three of them sticking out from the rest.

"Oh." Mingi gasped. "It seems fate has already picked for you."

That's weird.

You didn't even see him touch the cards. They just moved on their own.

Mingi flipped the cards over, humming to himself. "Interesting."

"What?" You inquired, leaning forward to get a look at the cards.

"You're lonely, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're lonely." He looked up at you, his dark irises boring into yours.

"No. I'm not."

The corner of Mingi's mouth twitched as a breathy chuckle left him. "You are."

"I'm not. I'm content."

"Are you?"

"I..." You trailed off, swallowing.

Were you lonely? You didn't feel lonely. Not all the time, anyway.

"You've never been one for relationships, have you?" Mingi inquired, tapping on the first card.

"How do you know that?"

"I know all. Past, present, and even the future. And it seems to me that you've always been hesitant of getting into relationships. You say you're content now and, while that may be true, you're unhappy." He tapped on the second card, most likely indicating the present.

"I'm not unhappy." You denied.

"Deep down, you are. I see it clear as day." His sharp eyes stayed focused on you.

You didn't like the way he was looking at you. It felt like he was staring right into your soul, reading your every emotion.

"Let's see your future, shall we?"

He glanced down at the third card, his brows raising in fascination .

"Seems like you're going to find love in an unexpected place." Mingi's head tilted, a strand of silvery hair falling over his forehead. "A very unexpected place."

You blinked a few times, waiting for him to continue. "And?"

"That's all."

"What?"

"That's it."

"What will he look like? Where will I meet him? How long will it be until I meet him?"

"I don't know."

"But you said you could see the past, present, and future."

"To a certain extent. I don't know all the details."

You pressed your lips together, feeling slightly peeved. To your disappointment, you couldn't exactly be mad at him. The reading wasn't a bad one, it just wasn't as detailed as you'd hoped. Part of you wanted to hear more, but the other part wanted to leave that place as quickly as possible.

"You seem rather interested for a person who thinks I'm a scam artist." Mingi smirked.

You immediately backpedaled. "I'm not interested. I just expected more detail."

"That's not how my readings work. In fact, that's not how any readings work. You don't always get what you want."

"Well, I let you give me a reading, so a deal's a deal. You give my brother another reading for free. No tricks."

"Of course." He placed one hand over his chest and raised the other. "I assure you, I'm a man of my word."

"We'll see about that." You turned on your heel, ready to leave the establishment.

"Wait. I never got your name."

"You don't need it."

You reached for the doorknob only to have the lock turned by some strange shadow that resembled Mingi. The sight was unsettling and caused you to step away from the entrance.

You glared over your shoulder at Dr. Song.

"Unlock it."

"I'd like your name first."

"It's Y/n."

The door unlocked in an instant.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You abruptly pulled the door open, ready to leave. You had only taken one step outside when Mingi called out for you again.

"One more thing."

You huffed out a sigh of annoyance as you turned towards the fortune teller.

"Here's my card." He held a small business card between his middle and index finger, offering it to you. "In case you ever need me."

You took the card from him, knowing you'd never use it.

"I'll see you around, my dear." He waved as he watched you leave the shop.

"I get another reading?" Wooyoung asked.

"Yes. No charge."

"Will it be a good one?" He questioned, skeptically.

"He didn't say."

"What if I get a bad reading again?" He whined.

"You should just be thankful he offered you another for free."

"You're right. Thanks for going down there."

"You're welcome."

"So, should we go down there tomorrow?"

"We? No, no, no, no. There is no we. You're going down there alone. I'm not going back there." You denied.

"Why not?"

"He's annoying."

"That's not a valid excuse."

"I don't see why I have to accompany you."

"What if he tries something? Any tricks, I mean."

"He promised no tricks."

"I still want you to come with me."

And that's how you ended up back at Dr. Song's Voodoo Emporium... again.

"I don't wanna do this." You groaned.

"It won't be that bad. We'll be in and out in no time." Wooyoung assured you.

You highly doubted that.

Your annoyingly optimistic brother stepped inside, pulling you with him.

The shop was lit up better than the previous day, allowing you to see all the strange doodads inside: jars lined up on driftwood shelves, bottles of of every shape and size filled with multicolored liquids, books with foreign symbols on the spines, even animal skulls.

"Well, look who's wandered back into my shop."

You rolled your eyes as Mingi stepped from the shadows, making yet another dramatic entrance.

"It wasn't by choice." You stated.

"I'm here for my free reading." Wooyoung spoke up, stupidly unaware of the tension between you and Mingi.

"Ah, yes. Wooyoung, right?"

Your brother nodded.

"Come. Have a seat. Since your last reading for the future was bad, I'll give you a redo for it."

"Sounds good."

You stood off to the side, giving the two some space. From there, you watched Mingi, making sure he didn't pull any tricks.

He pulled out his deck of tarot cards, shuffling them around before presenting them to Wooyoung.

"Pick three cards and we'll see what your future holds."

Your brother's hand hovered over the cards laid out across the tabletop until he selected his first card, then the second, then the third. Each selection was made carefully, as he didn't want to get another bad reading.

"Alright. Let's see what we have here." Mingi hummed, flipping over the first card.

"Oh. This one is good. It means that you'll have some luck."

Mingi then flipped over the second card.

"Mhm." He hummed, with a nod. "This one could mean that there will be a rough patch for you at some point."

Wooyoung frowned.

Mingi flipped over the last card, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, it seems that you'll get through that rough patch and be content in where you are in life."

"Really?" Wooyoung asked.

Mingi nodded.

"What about getting rich? You mentioned that last time before you got me to pay for a reading."

"Ah. Well, I can make that happen for you if you still want it."

Your brows furrowed as you watched their exchange, feeling unsettled by Mingi's words, as well as his shifty behavior.

"Yes!" Your brother answered, enthusiastically. "Is that even possible?"

"Of course it is, Wooyoung. I have friends on the other side that can help me to change your future around."

"Woah. Seriously?"

"Of course. I can make your dreams come true. What do you say?" Mingi extended his hand out towards Wooyoung.

As your brother reached towards Mingi's hand, you saw that shadow from the day before reaching towards Wooyoung. Sensing that something wasn't right, you jumped into action, lunging forward and pulling your naive brother's hand away.

"Don't!"

Wooyoung looked at you with wide eyes and an expression that said, 'What's wrong with you?'

"Are you insane?!" You shrieked.

"No. I'd say I'm the complete opposite actually. I'm about to be rich!"

"No you're not, you idiot. He's trying to trick you. Are you not even the slightest bit worried by these so-called 'friends from the other side'? There could be some serious repercussions to this."

"Uh..." He trailed off.

"Are you seriously going to trust the guy who scammed you?"

His jaw dropped in realization.

"You!" He pointed at Mingi. "You we're trying to trick me again."

"You almost fell for it." He muttered under his breath.

"Unbelievable." You scoffed. "We're leaving."

Wooyoung stood up and the two of you started to walk out.

"Don't be like that." Mingi called out.

"Look, my brother got his free reading and that's that. We're done here."

You didn't allow him any more time to speak as you and Wooyoung left the shop, slamming the door behind you.

"Now do you see why I wanted you to come with me?" Wooyoung asked once the two of you were outside.

"I do. I'm glad I was there, but that doesn't mean I wanted to be."

"You're right. He's a total scam artist."

"I know. Good news is, we won't have to deal with him ever again. You got your free reading, so everything is settled."

Wooyoung gave a nod of finality as the two of you walked away.

You scanned the shelves for any snacks that caught your eye. Wooyoung was in "desperate" need of honey butter chips and annoyed you into going to the convenience store. You figured since you were going out of your way to get his snacks, you might as well get something for yourself.

"Well, would you look at that."

Your brows furrowed at the familiar voice. Turning your head, you spotted someone you didn't expect to see.

Mingi stood at the end of the aisle with one hand resting on his cane and a shopping basket over his other arm, a smug grin on his face.

"You've gotta be kidding me." You muttered.

"What was that?" He asked, walking over.

"Why are you here?" You questioned, ignoring him.

"What does it look like?"

"Stalking."

He chuckled. "Just because we happen to be at the same place at the same time doesn't mean I'm stalking you. You know what I call it?"

"What?"

"Fate."

"Well, I call it annoying." You remarked, walking away.

"Ouch." Mingi hissed. "Those are harsh words."

"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have shopping to do."

You left the aisle you were in, not wanting to share the same area with that fraud. You relocated to a different aisle, perusing the snacks there, picking up a couple things. To your disappointment, Mingi had followed you.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Because I have no interest in speaking to you. Nor do I have a reason to speak to you."

"That's a shame."

"Yeah. A real shame." You remarked sarcastically.

You tried, yet again, to get away from him, but to no avail. No matter where you went, he followed.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself? Do you have any hobbies?" He inquired.

"Is that your way of flirting? If so, you're doing a terrible job."

He had that same shameless smirk on his face, letting you know that he didn't care that he was annoying you to no end. You already have Wooyoung harassing you at home, you didn't need another one.

"Come on. I wanna know more about you, darling."

"Don't call me that."

"Why?" He asked, leaning over your shoulder. "Does it make your heart race? Hm?"

"No, it makes me want to throw up."

"You are merciless." Chuckled Mingi. "Don't worry, though. I'm a very persuasive man. I'm sure I could get you to change your tune."

Your patience was wearing thin. You didn't know how much more you could take. This man's incessant questions and flirty remarks were beginning to drive you to madness.

"Look," You started, placing a bag of snacks into your basket. "I'm not interested, okay? Nothing you say and nothing you do will change my mind, got it?"

Mingi's brows raised at your harsh words, but you could see that he wasn't affected by them. In fact, he actually had the audacity to smirk.

"We'll see about that."

Weeks passed and every time you left the house, you ran into Mingi. It didn't matter where you went, he was always there. He had somehow found a way to be exactly where you were every single time—and it was annoying.

Mingi's shadow slipped underneath the front door of his shop, slinking across the walls until it got to the office located in the back.

"Ah. There you are." Mingi greeted. "What have you found out?"

His shadow moved close to him, leaning in, telling him something in a hushed voice.

"What's that?" Mingi asked, leaning closer so he could hear better.

His shadow whispered in his ear, a smirk tugging at Mingi's lips as he listened to the information his shadow provided him.

"Ah. So, she's going to an art festival? Perhaps I'll pay her a visit."

You walked along the sidewalk, browsing the tents set up on the street. There were many different artists selling a wide variety of wares. From uniquely-shaped vases to colorful works of art—they had it all. You enjoyed going places alone every once in a while, so when you heard about a nearby art festival, you knew you had to check it out.

Your fingers ran over a canvas painting, feeling the texture of the pigment. Bright colors were spread across the surface, layered and mixed to make different hues and shadows in the artwork.

"This is a really nice painting." You told the vendor. "How long did it take you?"

"Around 48 hours."

"Woah. That's a lot of work."

"It is." The vendor nodded. "But, I enjoy it, so I don't even realize how much time passes."

You smiled softly.

You loved hearing about the interests and hobbies of others, especially how they enjoy it so much it doesn't feel like work or that they get so immersed in it that they lose track of time.

"Fate just keeps bringing us together."

The soft smile on your face fell immediately.

That better not be who I think it is.

You slowly turned towards Mingi who stood behind you, propped on his cane that he constantly carried with him.

Every time you saw him, he was wearing some sort of vest and jacket, each one with a different pattern or color. Today was no different, except that there were round glasses perched on his nose. You had to admit, the spectacles made him appear softer in a way.

You paused.

The mere thought that Mingi looked softer put you back in your place. You quickly reminded yourself that this man was a scam artist (and a stalker, apparently) and shook away any thoughts about him being remotely soft, pushing them away to the deepest corners of your mind, hoping they wouldn't resurface.

You told the vendor goodbye and wished them luck on their sales before approaching Mingi, your expression cold and void of any emotion except anger and annoyance.

"If you don't quit stalking me, I'm going to call the cops."

"The cops? I'd like to see them try and do something." He chuckled.

"Why can't you just leave me alone? I only visited your measly little shop to right a wrong for my brother. The deal is done. I have no business with you any more, so I don't know why you keep following me around."

Mingi tilted his head to the side, an amused expression plastered on his face.

"What do you want from me?" You asked flat-out, not cutting any corners.

"I want you, Y/n."

You weren't expecting that answer at all. You tried to cover up the fact that you were caught off guard, responding in a cold voice.

"You can't have me."

"Is that a challenge?" He raised a brow.

"No. It's a statement."

You turned on your heel, leaving him standing on the sidewalk. You didn't care that you had ditched him. After all, he's the one who encroached on your day out.

A nearby tent caught your attention. The vendor had many intricate wood carvings on display. They were so beautiful that you stopped for a moment to admire them, complimenting the man on his incredible handiwork. You chatted with him for a moment, asking how he makes such complex creations. You ended up purchasing a small keychain with a carving of a skull hanging from it.

You continued down the street, taking a few moments to check out anything that caught your eye. One of those items was a medium-sized canvas with multicolored neon shapes painted on the surface. The background was black, making the vibrant hues stand out. You loved it and you had to have it.

Greeting the woman running the booth, you immediately picked up the canvas, mentioning how much you loved it. After glancing at the price, you decided you would purchase it. You looked down only for a moment, digging through your wallet to retrieve some cash for the lady. You had just counted out the money when a hand extended past you, neatly folded bills held between two slender, ring-clad fingers.

"I got it covered."

The lady took the money, thanking the person. You turned to see Mingi behind you, his tall form leaned over you slightly. You had to keep it together long enough for the vendor to hand you the canvas which had been placed in a plastic shopping bag. You gave her a friendly smile and wished her luck on the rest of her sales before walking away so she wouldn't hear you scream at Mingi.

As much as you wanted to think he bought that for you out of the kindness of his heart, you knew he didn't. He had something up his sleeve.

"Aren't you gonna thank me?" Mingi asked before you had the chance to say anything to him.

"No."

"Ah. Well, I suppose that's fine. However, you do owe me."

"I beg your pardon?" You asked, stopping in your tracks.

"You owe me." He repeated.

"I don't owe you anything."

"Oh, but you do. I just paid for that painting."

"That was your choice. I had nothing to do with it."

"You still owe me."

"You know what?" You muttered, digging through your wallet. You pulled out enough money to cover the cost of the painting, shoving the cash into his chest. He stumbled a bit, placing his hand over the money to keep it from falling.

"I paid you back. We're square now." You told him.

"Did you?" He raised a brow.

You narrowed your eyes at him as he showed you an empty hand. You looked in your wallet, then began patting down your pockets, reaching into one of them, pulling out the wad of cash you'd just given to Mingi.

"Wh-what? How did you—"

"Like I said, you owe me."

"You... you..." Trailing off, you tried to find the right words to describe the man in front of you. "You snake!"

He seemed unfazed by the attempted insult.

"Whatever it is you're wanting me to do, I won't do it." You snapped.

"Spend the day with me." He told you.

"You really think I want to spend the day watching you scam people? No thanks."

"Would you rather do something else? I'm sure I could think of other ways for you to make it up to me." He told you, his eyes looking you up and down.

Your mouth fell open. "You sicko."

"That's not what I meant." He huffed. "Look, I just want you to spend the day with me, that's all. Come hang out at my shop with me."

"I'm not interested." You told him, sternly.

"Excuse me, young lady." Someone called out, catching your attention.

You turned towards the voice to see where it was coming from. A man in a black coat wearing many odd necklaces made of bone stepped out into the street.

"Me?" You pointed to yourself.

"Yes."

"What is it?" You inquired, stepping towards the man's tent, noticing all the unique and odd jewelry he sold.

"You are quite a stunning young woman."

"Oh. Thank you." You responded, thrown off by the strange and sudden compliment.

"I think you'd look lovely wearing this necklace." He grabbed a black velvet box from behind the table, opening it up to show you the product.

The chain was silver and on the end was a unique pendant, one that you'd never seen before. An iridescent stone was encased in intricate, silver designs. The gemstone is what really caught your attention. It changed colors in the light, looking purple from one direction, then a green-ish teal color from the other. But, if you looked at it straight on, it was a mix of colors—it was enchanting.

"It's beautiful." You commented.

"I made it myself." The man told you, removing it from the box. "Go on. Have a look. You can try it on if you'd like."

You stepped forward, your hand reaching for the necklace. Just then, Mingi's hand shot out, grabbing onto your wrist before you could even touch the pendant. You turned to him with a questioning look on your face.

"Sorry, but we're not interested." He told the man in a stern tone, his voice dangerously low.

The vendor gave Mingi a hard glare as you were dragged away.

"What was that about?" You asked once the man was out of earshot.

"There was a bad energy surrounding that necklace." Mingi responded, his face solemn. "It's probably cursed."

"Cursed? Why would someone try to sell me a cursed necklace?"

"There are dangerous people in the world who love meddling with the lives of others."

"Isn't that what you do?"

"No. I help people. Sometimes I have sneaky ways of doing it, but it's nothing like what that man does."

"You both trick people. I don't see the difference." You stated.

"That may be true, but at least I don't try and sell people cursed items."

You were about to tease him for admitting that he indeed scams people, but you knew all along, so there was no need to joke about it.

You did feel a little touched by the fact that he stopped you from getting a malediction from a cursed necklace. You honestly didn't think he had it in him.

"I'll spend the day with you." You spoke up.

"What?" Mingi turned to you, his normally sharp and narrow eyes now wide in surprise, glimmering with hope.

You had to stop yourself from fawning over how insanely adorable his eyes were.

You cleared your throat before repeating yourself. "I'll spend the day with you."

"Really? What made you change your mind?"

"You just saved me from catching a curse. I guess I owe you for that."

The very next day you found yourself standing in Mingi's voodoo shop again, this time on your own volition. You walked around the room, getting a good look at everything inside. If you were going to be there all day, you might as well make the most of it.

He had all sorts of strange knickknacks, trinkets, and novelties. One of those being lucky rabbit foot keychains. You figure that was typical for a voodoo shop. On the driftwood shelf, besides all the strange liquid-filled bottles, there appeared to be elixirs and bath salts, some promising good luck, while others just promised a boost of energy. In a basket under a wall of ominous-looking masks were dozens of voodoo dolls.

"Do people actually use these?" You asked.

"They sure do, my dear." Mingi answered.

"Seriously?" You turned towards him. "Do they work?"

"Would you like to test one and find out?"

You recoiled your hand, not liking how confident his tone was. "No thanks."

"Very well. The offer is still on the table if you change your mind." He hummed, straightening his jacket and smoothing his hair out.

The door to the shop opened, catching your attention. A customer stepped inside, looking around the small building.

"Ah. Welcome." Mingi greeted. "Is there anything I can help you with on this fine morning?"

"I was told you do card readings." The young man spoke.

"I do indeed. Have a seat."

You watched as Mingi's shadow moved across the floor, pulling the chair out for the customer. Every time you saw his shadow move, you got a shiver down your spine. Something wasn’t right. It may be Mingi's shadow, but it seems to have a mind of its own and is beyond his control.

"Am I interrupting something?" The man asked, noticing your presence.

"No. She's just watching me work, that's all." Mingi brushed it off. "So, what would you like to know? Your future? Or maybe there's a certain someone you have your eye on and you want to see if you'll win them over. Hm?" He raised a curious brow.

"Y-yes! How'd you know that?" The man questioned.

"I know everything. I can see right into your heart and soul." He responded, shuffling his tarot cards.

"Wow."

Mingi then began the card reading, holding them out to the customer. He selected his cards and Mingi begin interpreting each one. He shook his head, making a tsk sound.

"Seems like you won't ever get with this girl."

"What?" The man frowned.

"Yes. The cards are telling me that she'll find someone else."

You crossed your arms, upset by the man's reading.

"Aw. Don't look so down." Mingi cooed, placing the end of his cane under the man's chin, using it to lift the his head. "I have something that'll help win her heart."

"Really?" The man's face lit up instantly.

"Of course." Mingi stood from his chair, striding over to a cabinet. He retrieved a small box, carrying it over to the table. He open it up revealing a beautiful necklace with a heart- shaped charm.

"That's beautiful."

"It's powerful too."

"What?"

"The necklace is charmed. If you put it on her, she'll fall in love with you."

"For real?"

Mingi nodded.

"Hm." The man hummed. "Do you have anything else?"

Mingi seemed disappointed, but turned up the charm, smiling brightly. "Of course."

He strode over to the shelf of bottles, retrieving one of them. "How about a love potion?"

You rolled your eyes.

Yeah, right.

"A love potion?" The customer parroted.

"Yes. If you give her some of this, she'll fall for you instantly."

"Really? How do you know?"

"I got it from my friends on the other side. They can make all sorts of magic potions."

"Woah."

Friends on the other side?

He's said that before. As far as you know, you've only seen his shadow, so who are these friends of his?

"How much?" The man asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, grabbing Mingi's attention. You stared at him intently, shaking your head no, silently telling him not to trick that man.

"Excuse me a moment." Mingi walked over to you, making sure you were both far enough from the man that he wouldn't hear.

"What are you doing?" You whispered harshly.

"Business." He responded, plainly.

"No you're not. You're scamming. What's the truth behind that necklace? And that so-called love potion?"

"Well, they both really do work. If he uses the love potion, he has to be the first person she sees. The necklace only works when she's wearing it. And as soon as the necklace is clasped around her neck, her soul immediately belongs to my friends on the other side."

"What?!" You whisper-yelled trying not to completely freak out. "You're gonna let him sell this girl's soul without knowing?"

"If he chooses the necklace, yeah."

"How can you be so nonchalant about this? Do you not have any remorse?"

"I have to please my friends on the other side."

"What?"

"You see, doll. I have these friends—beings, if you will. They help me make things become a reality for people, but they need something in return. I do the bidding for them and give them what they want, and in return, they give me something I want."

"That's sick." You spat.

"It's just business, dear." He brushed you off, returning to his unsuspecting customer.

"So, what do you say?" He asked, taking his place back at the table.

"How much for the necklace?"

"Free of charge." Mingi smiled. "All I ask is payment for the card reading. That's it."

The customer was enticed by the offer and was ready to accept.

Knowing what you know now, you didn't want the poor guy to get caught up in a bigger mess. You stared Mingi down, shaking your head. He stared back, his eyes not leaving yours for a long moment as he reconsidered. Then, before the customer could answer, he spoke up.

"Actually," Mingi started. "Forget the necklace, the potion too. There's another way you can possibly change the outcome of all this."

"Really? How?"

"What you need to do is take her out. Ask her on a date and see where it goes from there."

"Are you sure?"

Mingi nodded. "I can't guarantee that it will work, but it's worth a shot. The sooner you do it, the better. That way no one else snags her before you."

"Okay. I think I can muster up the courage to ask her. Thank you so much." The man smiled, pulling money from his pocket. "I'll definitely try that."

Mingi took the cash from him. "Before you go, take this." He grabbed a rabbit's foot keychain, placing it into the man's hand. "Good luck."

"Wow. Thanks a lot!" The customer beamed, leaving the shop.

As soon as the door closed, the fortune teller turned to you.

"Are you happy? You probably screwed me out of a customer." He grumbled, counting the cash.

You saw his eyes widen before he began to frantically recount the bills in his hand.

"He paid me extra."

"What?"

"He paid me a few dollars more than what I charge." He gaped.

"Really?"

"Yeah. He must have really liked my advice." Mingi smiled, shoving the money into his pocket. "I'm a genius."

"You wouldn't have given that advice had I not stopped you from completely ruining his life."

He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes. "Fine. I suppose you have a point."

Throughout the day, you watched Mingi give readings to people and try to sell them items that you knew had a twisted backstory to them. Somehow, you were able to get him to rethink things and give his customers an actual solution to their problems rather than scamming them into purchasing something that would possibly ruin their lives.

All in all, you'd say your time spent with Mingi wasn't all that bad and you were glad that you were able to possibly save the souls of a few people during your time in the shop.

"Well, today was... enlightening to say the least." You said. "I should go now."

You prepared to leave until Mingi stopped you.

"Would you like something to eat before you go home? You've been here all day and neither of us have eaten. I'll pay."

"You won't use it as an excuse to say I owe you again, will you?"

"No." He shook his head. "Promise."

You were pretty hungry and you couldn't turn down free food, so you agreed. A delivery order was called in shortly. You assisted Mingi in tidying up his shop after a long day while you waited for your meal to be delivered.

Half an hour passed and you found yourself sitting at the round table in the middle of the shop chatting with Mingi while the two of you ate.

"So, what did you think?" Mingi asked, grabbing a large bite of ramen.

"Well, I didn't like how you tried to trick people. I did, however, like what you told them after you chose to be honest."

He couldn't help but feel proud of himself after hearing your words. At first, he was angry that you made him feel guilty for attempting to scam people, but as the day went on, he realized it wasn't so bad. He'd have to find a way to make up for it when he contacts his friends on the other side later, but he wasn't really worried about that at the moment. He was having a wonderful time with you.

Mingi's shadow was agitated that you managed to get in his head and talk him out of striking any deals. The shadow knew you were bad news from the start. You deterred Mingi from doing many tasks, which caused his friends on the other side to become impatient. What happened today would be the cherry on top. They would show him no mercy if he continued this behavior.

"So, the voodoo dolls do work?" You questioned.

"Of course."

"I bet you sell those to people without warning them of the consequences." You commented.

"On the contrary. I actually do warn people before they buy those. I don't want anyone to do something they'll regret."

You looked at Mingi's expression and the way his eyes stared into yours. He was telling the truth.

"Hm. So you do care for your customers." You teased playfully.

He let out a chuckle. "Of course I do."

"This food is great, by the way. Thanks for buying."

"It's the least I could do. I know you didn't exactly want to be here today."

"Actually, if I'm being honest, it wasn't all that bad. Also, I appreciated the way you protected me yesterday when that weirdo tried to sell me a cursed necklace. I felt like I really did owe you."

"I just didn't want you to get yourself in a messy situation. Truth is, I care about you a lot." Mingi admitted.

His words surprised you and made your heart melt at the same time.

Before you could process what was going on, Mingi's shadow lunged for you, knocking you from your chair, pinning you to the ground.

You let out a yelp, struggling to pull yourself off the floor. You couldn't help but wonder how a shadow was so strong.

"Hey!" Mingi shouted. "What are you doing?"

He got up from his seat so fast, his chair nearly fell over. "Get off of her!" He roared, his voice so gravelly and threatening that it sent a shiver down your spine.

Then, you felt the ghostly grip on your wrists disappear. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, your heart pounding violently against your rib cage.

"Y/n." Mingi panted. "I'm so sorry. I... it's never done that before. I swear I had nothing to do with it."

"I need to go home." You responded, your mind in a haze.

"Wait. Please—"

"I can't handle this." You told him, heading towards the door. "I'm sorry. I need to leave."

That's the last time Mingi saw you.

You were in the middle of cleaning your room, tossing things you didn't want into a donate box and throwing away invoices from past online orders and other paper junk into the trash.

There was a knock on the front door, but you paid no mind to it, assuming your brother would answer it since you had your hands full at the moment.

However, the knocking persisted.

"Wooyoung! Can you not hear there's someone at the door?" You shouted down the hallway.

"Yeah." He called back from the living room.

"Are not gonna answer it? I'm kinda busy."

"You do it. I'm in the middle of a drama."

You let out a long sigh, stomping into the living room.

"Can you not pause it?"

"No." He responded, his eyes glued to the TV.

"You're unbearable." You said through gritted teeth, going to answer the door.

The person on the other side was not who you were expecting.

Mingi stood at your doorstep, his head hanging low. You would have told him to go away had you not noticed he wasn't wearing his usual getup. Instead of his customary vest and cardigan or suit jacket combo, he had on a white dress shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. It was much more toned-down than the outfits he usually wore.

Before you could open your mouth, he spoke.

"I'm done."

"What?"

"I cut ties with the shadow realm."

"Why?"

"For you."

"For me?" You parroted.

He nodded. "This crooked and shady life I'm living isn't the life I want. Especially if it ends up hurting you."

"This isn't a trick... is it?" You inquired.

He shook his head.

"So, let me get this straight. You cut ties with those friends of yours for me?"

"I did."

"And what about your...shadow?" Your eyes trailed to look at the shape cast along the concrete walkway behind him.

He followed your gaze, noticing your uneasy behavior. "It's gone. Just a normal shadow now. Cutting ties got rid of all the abilities I had."

"I see."

"I'm really sorry about what happened that evening at my shop. I had no control over my shadow. It just attacked without warning. Truthfully, I think it's because it knew—"

"Y/n! Who's at the door?" Wooyoung shouted from the living room, cutting Mingi off.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes.

"None of your business!" You shouted back before turning to Mingi. "I'm sorry about him."

"It's fine. Maybe we could just stand outside and talk." He suggested. "That way we have some privacy."

"Good idea."

You stepped outside, closing the front door so Wooyoung wouldn't try to eavesdrop.

"Alright. You were saying?"

"Right. My shadow... I think it knew that I was going soft."

"Going soft?" You inquired.

"Yes." He nodded, taking in a deep breath like he was preparing to say something extremely important. "Y/n, I was drawn to you from the start. I got my shadow to follow you around after you first came to my shop. That's how I always knew where you were. I just wanted to see you any chance I got. Then, my feelings began to get more serious and I wanted to do things to make you happy. I wanted to protect you. I guess my shadow realized that I was becoming soft and drifting from my old ways. It tired to hurt you because it thought you were getting in the way."

There was so much information to take in. Mingi had his shadow follow you? But, he likes you and obviously cares for you. Not only that, but he's changing his ways for you. He cut ties with the shadow realm for you. That's a pretty big commitment.

"You were right for calling me a stalker. In a way, I was. I'm sorry." He apologized.

"Actually, it's okay. Technically, it wasn't you following me. Also, I can see that you've changed drastically. You're not the same voodoo shop owner I met a month ago."

Mingi's heart soared hearing you say that. Knowing that he had, at the very least, earned your trust was a big accomplishment for him.

"So, would you maybe be willing to give us a chance?" He asked, softly, his hands finding yours.

Your eyes landed on your joined hands, looking at the way his large ones encased your smaller ones.

"I think..." You trailed off, looking back up at Mingi. "I think I'd be up for that."

His eyes became wide, looking rounder and more innocent, sparkling with hope.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

Being caught in the moment, Mingi started to lean in, only to catch himself before he got too close.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, softly. His voice barely above a whisper. He didn't want to do anything you weren't okay with.

"You can."

Mingi then closed the narrow gap between your faces, his full and plush lips pressing delicately against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately, melting into the kiss. His large hands let go of yours, holding the small of your back, pulling you against him. The closeness had your heart racing. You had never experienced anything like this before. You were feeling emotions and feelings you had never felt in your life. A rush of heat flooded your body and it felt like butterflies were running rampant in your stomach. All these new feelings were overwhelming but so amazing.

The feeling of Mingi's hands running up and down your back sent tingles up your spine, making you feel warm from the inside out.

Your fingers latched onto the ends of his silvery hair, grabbing at the long strands in the back. Based on the sigh he let out against your lips, he liked that.

After a while, you pulled away, feeling short of breath. You and Mingi stared at each other for a few moments, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath. Mingi's partially exposed chest rose up and down with each huff as his hooded eyes stared into yours. Your arms were wrapped around his slim waist, holding him tightly, not wanting to let go.

"You were right." You spoke up, still breathless.

"What do you mean?"

"About finding love in an unexpected place."

You could see Mingi's cheeks tint pink.

That's exactly what he said to you after your card reading. At the time, Mingi could see into the future, but even he didn't know who you would end up with. He had no idea he would be the one.

"I guess I found love in an unexpected place too." He admitted.

"Why do you seem so surprised? I thought you knew everything." You teased with a smirk.

He couldn't help but grin.

"As much as I hate to, I'd better get back inside. You know, before Wooyoung comes out here and starts harassing me."

"Right." Mingi chuckled.

"I'd like to see you again." You told him as you went to open the front door.

"You have my card. Just give me a call." He winked. "We'll sort something out."

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Las Nevadas Ending...

where do i even begin with how wonderful that was... the ending to las nevadas really fits, and i'll explain why.

i think, in a way, it represents how alex himself couldn't find closure on the dream smp. bad memories, bad actors, so much drama... i think, just like that, c!quackity also didn't have a good ending. he could never find closure, he lost all his friends, everything he held dear -- all gone.

nothing was necessarily out of place -- it was exactly how it was meant to be. the ONLY thing that i think was missing was a bit of closure with c!foolish. the bits with c!slime felt SO perfect.

c!slime was like... all that c!quackity had left. he was his everything. if you love them, let them go. he let c!slime go and he let him finally go after being so controlling of him and the person he was. he realized that if he was still controlling over c!slime, he'd be continuing the cycle of abuse inflicted onto him. the possessiveness, he had to realize that it was just a cycle. to ME, the interpretation i got from c!quackity's arc as a whole, was the cycle of abuse and him finally getting closure. he, although battered and bruised and ran through hell, he finally realized that it was time to put an end to the cycle.

a lot of people called it empty or vague and i truly think if you were paying attention you'd realize every single bit was intentional. every single aspect of it was planned and every line and scene was meant to be there. if you paid attention you'd realize the overall story and message (because yes! there are so many deeper meanings to a lot of things that even i realized when i rewatched clips!)

i truly think that alex meant to do this in such a different way, and thus that's why people felt it was off. he couldn't give him the "true" ending, but i think this is more or less what he had planned regardless. i think other characters could've helped further along the point of breaking the cycle, but obviously they couldn't show up. had c!dream or c!wilbur been able to make an appearance, he would've been able to do a lot more. obviously, they couldn't and shouldn't be there. hell, even c!schlatt could've actually appeared to hammer the point home and i would've been fine with that.

all in all i think c!quackity's end is perfect. it fits, it's symbolic, it was beautifully portrayed and alex did an amazing job acting. he doesn't get enough credit for his acting holy shit he is amazing at that.

yk, as i'm writing this, he replied to someone on twitter calling c!quackity his comfort character. i think that also proves to show how much emotion he put into his performance. you're amazing quacks :(

[consolecadet]

Tips for freshly diagnosed celiac-havers

Someone I knew asked me for advice after getting diagnosed with celiac. I gave her some. I might as well share them with you as well!

I am not a doctor, and not your doctor, I'm just some guy with celiac disease. Ask an actual doctor for help with medical decisions. I'm in the northeastern United States, so you might have to go hunting for equivalent resources if you live elsewhere.

Are you done with testing?

If you had a tTG-IgA blood test with an elevated result, or a doctor just told you you have celiac, but you have not gotten a biopsy via endoscopy to confirm your diagnosis, WAIT! You may not want to stop eating gluten quite yet. You have to be eating gluten for the biopsy test to work.

It is not fun to stop eating gluten, start feeling better, and then have to start eating it again just to prove that you really have celiac disease.

Your choice in this area is personal. If you know you're going to have to wait years to get an endoscopy, it would probably be healthier and more pleasant to stop eating gluten now and then do a "gluten challenge" for a few weeks before your endoscopy.

If it's unlikely you will ever get an endoscopy (too expensive, inaccessible, phobia, etc), there's no point in waiting for something that may never come -- just stop eating gluten now.

But if you can schedule an endoscopy for a month or two from now, it's probably best to keep eating gluten until the endoscopy. Sorry.

Please eat food. Like, enough food.

The most important tip I got early in my diagnosis is that if you stop eating gluten and you start feeling crummy -- dizzy, cranky, tired, etc -- it's not because you're going through "gluten detox" or some shit. It's because you're hungry!

It's easy to accidentally start eating way less when you start eating gluten free. A celiac diagnosis can make you want to avoid eating because food feels scary and stressful. Cutting a major ingredient from your diet without knowing what to replace it with can also leave you undernourished.

You really need nourishment when you are recovering from celiac! Your body need energy from food to use on healing your intestines. If you've lived with celiac for a long time, you probably have vitamin deficiencies you're trying to bounce back from. The emotional difficulty of adjusting to a new diagnosis is also much easier to face if you're not starving.

All of this advice applies equally regardless of body size. Yes, even if you are very fat. If you're hungry, eat.

Where to find information about gluten-free food

The gold standard for basic celiac info is celiac nonprofits. There's a ton of info about celiac disease and the gluten free diet on their websites. I recommend:

Celiac Disease Foundation

Beyond Celiac

You know what's not a legitimate celiac nonprofit? Gluten Free Society. Do not listen to anything GFS or its founder Peter Osborne have to say. Osborne is not an actual doctor, nor is he doing actual nutrition science. He is a chiropractor (i.e. quack) so bad that his state's board of chiropractors threatened to revoke his license. Don't let anyone tell you celiac means you can't have corn!!! Truly, wtf @ this guy.

Google's AI summaries for searches like "Is XYZ food gluten free" are often inaccurate (because they pick up sites like GFS). I always click through to the source to be sure. "Is XYZ food celiac safe" sometimes gives more useful search results.

I also like this presentation "I Have Celiac" for a super in-depth guide to having and living with celiac. The OP made it to show to loved ones to explain their deal, but it's so thorough that I found it helpful for myself when I got my diagnosis.

I want to buy food that's safe for celiac...how do I do that?

You should be able to find gf food at any supermarket. The selection of baked goods and processed foods may be lacking, depending on where you live, but produce, raw unmarinated cuts of meat, and other whole foods like milk and eggs are generally safe even if not labeled gf.

A lot of supermarkets have an indicator on the price labels to help you -- for example, at Stop and Shop, the labels on the shelf have an orange circle that says "gf" in it under foods that are gluten free. It's best to check the packaging too, since Stop and Shop sometimes gets it wrong!

Something that says "gluten free" or "certified gluten free" on it is safe for celiac*. Something that doesn't say "gluten free" on the packaging may also be safe, so long as it also doesn't contain wheat, barley, or rye, or have a wheat allergy warning under the ingredient list. Here are some tips for what to look for on ingredient labels.

Labels can get real complicated real fast, so just use your best judgment. It's okay if you don't get it right 100% of the time. The goal when living with celiac is to reduce gluten exposure as much as possible, not to hermetically seal yourself in a deep well where a single molecule of gluten can never possibly reach your tongue. You, and only you, get to decide how much exposure risk you're comfortable with.

My favorite grocery store post-diagnosis is Wegmans. My nearest one is a bit of a hike, so I don't go that often, but it's such a treat when I do. Wegmans has a huge gluten free aisle with gf staples and fun snacks, plus lots of food items that can be harder to find gf, like fresh pasta and baked goods.

I also like the online health food store iHerb for finding new gf snacks and ingredients. You can filter the whole store by dietary needs, so you can also find gf skincare/makeup items and supplements if you want. I have a discount link for 20% off: https://secure.iherb.com/rewards/rewards-program?rcode=DRO2876

The best way to find restaurants that can accommodate celiac is Find Me Gluten Free. It's essentially a gluten-free Yelp. People use the site/app to review of restaurants for 1) what cross-contact precautions the restaurant takes and 2) crucially, if the food was good!

Gf food can be expensive, ngl. The National Celiac Association has advice for how to save money on gf food, including a database of food pantries that set aside gf food for people who need it.

GF ~influencers~

If you want to follow some people who Get It, I like:

Phil Hates Gluten (on IG, TT, and YT) has EoE (another gluten-related autoimmune condition). He reviews gf food and restaurants and makes silly videos about the gf experience.

Robyn's Gluten-free Living on YouTube has gf baking videos and advice about traveling, eating at restaurants, saving money on gf food, and more.

Here on Tumblr, @gluttonysansgluten and @certifiedceliac (and I would love more recommendations for celiac related Tumblr accounts!)

Having celiac is really hard. But it does get easier.

I felt overwhelmed and honestly kind of doomed when I got my celiac diagnosis. For the first few months I felt like I couldn't trust any food and I was going to be totally excluded at all social events forever. It sucked. But then I got a lot of practice figuring out which foods were safe for me, advocating for myself at restaurants and when my friends were planning get-togethers involving food, and now things are really not that bad. And I feel way, way less sick.

If you feel overwhelmed or don't know how to interpret the 1 million sources online telling you what's gluten free, I really recommend seeing a dietician. Your best bet is a weight-neutral or HAES dietician who mentions celiac somewhere on their website or online profile. You can generally count on those folks to give you practical information about how to live with celiac, as well as emotional support as you adjust to what is probably a pretty big and stressful change in your life and how you view yourself!

You got this!

*Please do not talk about Cheerios on my post. Make your own.

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pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 3.3k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

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You sat in the cab, gripping the seatbelt as if it was a life vest saving you from drowning. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, your throat closing up more with every second you moved further away from Portland Row. As you had gotten in the backseat of the car, you had caught a glance of yourself in the rearview mirror – you were pale and looked tired and worn out, almost scarely so. Thankfully, the cab driver seemed to have picked up on your mood and didn’t try and make small talk, and so you drove in silence through the streets of London.

You stared out of the window. The city was slowly waking up around you, people leaving their houses to go to work, walk their dogs, or go the shops. You didn’t register any of it.

There was more than one moment where you had to stop yourself from telling the cab driver to turn around. You had ended up not saying goodbye to George, and the regret was already like a twisted knife in your stomach. You knew that it was your own fault – you should have just talked to him the night before. Deciding to do it in the morning was really just deciding to not do it at all, you could admit that to yourself now.

But then again, what could you have said to him? It was George after all, he would have asked questions, and lots of them. He wouldn’t have been satisfied with the vague reason you gave Lockwood. It would have forced you to either lie to his face or tell him the truth, neither of which was something you wanted to do.

You had instead scribbled an apology on a piece of paper before you left, just so that he wouldn’t be left with nothing, but deep down you knew he deserved so much more. Maybe that was proof that you were doing the right thing by removing yourself from his life. Removing yourself and making space for someone who had their feelings under control, could be there for him as his friend and wouldn’t run away at the smallest inconvenience.

You sighed deeply. Not for the first time were you wondering how you had managed to fuck up your life this spectacularly.

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You watched the cab drive off, down the street and around a corner after it had dropped you off in front of your new, temporary home. You looked around. It was quiet, except for a few birds chirping in the trees, and the clear, light blue sky promised a lovely day of sunshine. You couldn’t help but wish it would rain instead. The nice weather just made you feel worse.

You wrapped your hand around the battered leather of your suitcase’s handle and took a deep breath before lifting it off the sidewalk. It felt heavier with every step as you walked up to the front door that was painted in a lovely blue, the colour chipped off in some spots. It took you a while to find the placard with the name you were looking for. After you rung the bell, you took a step back and looked up. It was a peculiar feeling, standing here in front of the kind of building you’d usually only enter at night. In these instances, you always felt ready to face whatever was waiting for you. Now you were here in broad daylight, precisely because you couldn’t face what was waiting for you at home in Portland Row.

The door buzzed and you pushed it open with your shoulder, dragging your suitcase behind you into the cold, dim hallway. You could hear the sound of quick steps, and soon a girl appeared at the top of the stairs. She immediately pulled you into a tight hug when she reached you.

“(name)! I’m so glad you’re here. How are you feeling?”

You didn’t respond immediately, rather you just leaned into the hug for a few more seconds.

“Not great”, you mumbled into her hair.

She took a step back, hands still on your shoulders, and looked at you.

“You look tired. And sad.”

You managed a small smile. “That’s because I am.”

She squeezed your shoulders and then grabbed your suitcase. “Let’s get you upstairs then. Harry’s waiting with some breakfast. Maybe that’ll take your mind off things.”

You followed her up two flights of stairs, the smell of fresh toast already wafting through the hallway.

You realised you’d never been in their flat before as you slipped out of your coat and Hannah, who had carried your suitcase into what you assumed must be your room for the next few weeks, came back to take it from you and hang it up in the closet next to the entrance.

You padded over into the kitchen, where Harry stood at the stove, his back to you. He turned around when you entered, and just like his girlfriend, the first thing he did was step over and hug you tightly.

“Thank you guys for letting me stay here”, you said quietly as he stepped back.

Hannah pulled one of the chairs out from under the table and motioned you to sit down.

“How could we not?”, she asked, taking the seat opposite to you. “That’s what friends do.”

She poured you a glass of water and waited for you to take a sip before she continued.

“If you don’t mind me asking though - what changed that you needed to leave so suddenly now? Harry said you sounded very ominous on the phone.”

“I just didn’t feel like talking about it in detail on the phone”, you said, giving Harry a thankful smile as he came over with the pan and scooped some of the scrambled eggs on your plate.

“You sounded like you were about to start crying, so I didn’t want to push it”, Harry said and sat down at the table with you after he had returned the pan to the stove. “Feel free to take whatever you want.” He gestured over the table. It looked delicious, but you weren’t sure you could stomach much at this moment.

You looked down on your plate, pushing the scrambled egg around with your fork. “I don’t know if this was the right decision yet. But it just… it all became too much.”

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You sat and talked for almost two hours. Both Hannah and Harry had the day off, and since you were currently out of a job, none of you had anywhere to be.

The small kitchen was filled with sunlight that streamed in through the tall windows and even though you couldn’t help but compare it to the kitchen in 35 Portland Row, the longer you sat, the better you felt.

Both your friends listened attentively as you told them about Abbey House in detail. They had been there for you so many times, had witnessed how your silly little crush grew over time. Like Lucy, they had always told you to just go for it – what could go wrong? It sounded like he liked you too. And just like with Lucy, you had shot down every such suggestion each time it was brought up.

When you were done, no one said anything. The silence hang heavy between you. Your cheeks were flushed from talking, and they began burning with embarrassment as you realised how stupid and overdramatic you must seem when it was all laid out like this.

You buried your face in your hands, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow you.

“This is so embarrassing”, you mumbled into your palms.

“Oh (name)”, Hannah said, and you could tell she was trying to be gentle with you. “It’s not embarrassing, at all. It seems like this whole situation really weighs heavy on you.”

You dropped your hands, feeling dejected. “I just don’t know what to do now.”

“Why did you leave? Why did that seem like the better option than just telling him?”, asked Harry.

You hesitated. If you were honest, you had never really thought about why you were so opposed to the idea of confessing your feelings, you had just kind of known from the start that could never be an option.

“I think… I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship”, you said slowly.

“But do you really think that running away like you did – without even saying goodbye – was particularly good for your friendship?”, Hannah asked carefully.

You bit your lip. She was right.

“Probably not”, you said quietly. “But at least that way I don’t have to see his face when I tell him and I won’t have to live with the inevitable rejection.”

“Well you know what our opinion is on that.” Hannah sighed. “But what’s done is done. Maybe a bit of space will do you good.”

“Does Lucy know you’re here?”, Harry asked, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t get around to telling her. And I was scared she might tell Lockwood or worse, George.”

“You know that Lucy wouldn’t do that if you asked her not to. But I think it’s important that at least one person knows where you are and how to reach you.”

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Harry was right, and so that afternoon you looked up the agency in the phone register and dialled the number. It rang just a few times, and you were already fighting with yourself to not immediately hang up again, when a voice sounded through the speaker.

“Hello? Who is this?”

You dropped the phone, and it bounced off the bed you sat on and crashed onto the floor. You scrambled to pick it up again, grasping it tightly with shaky hands.

“Hello?”

You had never hung up that fast in your life.

You sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes, the phone clutched to your chest as you tried to calm your breathing. You tried to push away the image of a confused George standing in the hallway, but to no avail. Why didn’t you think of the possibility that he could be the one to pick up? For some reason you had just assumed it would be Lucy, or at the very least Lockwood.

George never picked up the phone. You had seen him several times how he had just let it ring until the person at the other end gave up. He and Lockwood regularly got into fights about that. And yet here he was, answering after just a few rings, sounding almost… rushed.

You couldn’t help the small glimmer of hope in your heart. Maybe he was waiting for a call from you? But no, that was ridiculous.

You didn’t dare call again, instead you had Harry call a while later. Again it was George who picked up uncharacteristically quick, but unlike than you, Harry didn’t throw the phone across the room and instead just asked to speak to Lucy.

It took a few moments, then he handed you the phone.

“Hello?”, you asked, almost scared you’d hear George’s voice again.

“Oh hi, how are you? We haven’t talked in ages!” Lucy sounded much more cheerful than you had expected.

“Uhm Lucy, it’s me”, you said, and for a moment you heard nothing but the creaking of floorboards.

“I know. Just needed to get to my room. How are you doing?”

Harry slowly backed out of your room and gave you a thumbs up, then closed the door behind him.

You curled up on your bed. “Not great”, you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. “Lucy, what if I made a mistake?”

You had hoped that she would have some comforting words to offer, but she didn’t.

“Well, George is a mess, so there’s that.”

Her words and cold tone of voice felt like a punch to the gut. “Really?”

“(name), I know you’re not feeling great right now, but leaving like you did was kind of a dick move. You should have seen George this morning. He read your note and then just went to his room. He didn’t even come out for lunch.”

You buried your face in your pillow. What had you done?

The phone call didn’t last long after that, and after Lucy had ended it, you just laid in your bed, too mentally exhausted to move a single muscle.

Guilt was crashing over you like violent waves now, threatening to drown you completely. Not only had you hurt George, seemingly a lot more than you had anticipated, but you couldn’t help but feel like Lucy was now mad as you as well.

It took you almost an hour to get up again. Every single bone in your body was aching as you stumbled back into the hallway. The mirror opposite your door showed you your pale face and bloodshot eyes, your cheeks salty from all the dried up tears.

Hannah took one look at you and sent you to sit on the couch while she made a cup of tea for you.

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The next few days you spent in something like a trance. Everything felt mechanic – getting up after sleeping way to late, nibbling at a piece of toast that was cold by the time you had picked it up, sitting on the couch by the window and staring out onto the street below. Hannah and Harry left in the late afternoon for work every day – they both still worked for Bunchurch, where you had met them initially, years ago. You had forgotten that most agents actually had to go to work – almost no one had the privilege of living in a home that was their place of work with their best friends that were their colleagues at the same time.

This wasn’t the only time you were reminded of what you had given up. Living with Harry and Hannah was lovely by all possible metrics, and you enjoyed getting to spend more time with them than you had in the last few years. But none of it could measure up to life at 35 Portland Row.

You missed the comforting atmosphere of the house, you missed your room where every afternoon, the sun stood just right on the sky to bathe everything in the light of the golden hour, you missed training in the basement, but most of all, you missed your friends. You had put the picture you took from the library on the side table next to your bed, and sometimes you laid in bed, just staring at it for who knew how long.

You were in a perpetual state of anxiety, because you just couldn't stop thinking about George.

Lucy’s words about how he read the note and then just went to his room and stayed there replayed in your head over and over again. You imagined the scene – him coming into the kitchen, not knowing anything was wrong, picking up the folded piece of paper with his name on it. Then unfolding it, reading it – reading I again because surely this was a joke? Realising it wasn’t, and then just storming off.

Was he angry? He had every right to be.

Was he sad? Maybe. A part of you wanted him to be, because that would mean he cared. A bigger part felt horrible because you would never want to cause those kind of emotions in him.

Did he hate you now? Possibly. And that was the worst part for you. Sure, you had your reasons for leaving the way you did. But he didn’t know about those.

What if, in trying to save your friendship with him, you had irredeemably destroyed it anyways?

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Who knows how long you would have gone on like that, just going through the motions every day, spending the majority of your time lying in bed and staring at the ceiling.

On day four, Hannah took you on a morning walk with her. You didn’t want to go, but the fresh air and sunlight did make you feel better.

Maybe that’s why you agreed to accompany Harry to the archives after lunch the next day. He had to look up some books and articles for a case they were currently working on, and asked you to join him.

You knew what you were getting into – if there was one place you might stumble upon George, it would be the Archives. That should have been enough of a reason to stay home, but you couldn’t deny that you missed him terribly. By now, every fibre of your being was screaming to see him again. And if it was just a glimpse of him in passing, while he was immersed in his research.

On the bus, you sat by the window and looked out at the people and buildings passing by. Harry sat next to you, going over the notes he had made before you left. He didn’t notice your restless leg, or your sweaty palms, or the tug-of-war in your mind. A part screaming at you to turn back around, to not risk meeting George, another part trying to convince yourself how unlikely it would be for him to actually be there, and then a small little part that hoped for him to be there.

It would be a quick visit – there were just a few books on the list and you had accompanied George often enough to know where to find them. You led Harry up a few stairs, then you split up, him going left, you going right. He’d given you part of the list, and you walked slowly past the row of shelves, trying to figure out which ones corresponded to the signatures you were looking for.

The area was only dimly lit, the towering shelves blocking most of the light that came from the open space in the middle of the building. The sound of your steps was swallowed by the carpeted floor. You glanced into the rows between the shelves as you made your way past them. Every now and then, someone was there, looking for a book. And every time, your heart jumped a little.

Suddenly though, it felt like the blood in your veins was turning into ice. In a split second, you snapped out of it and lurched forward, pressing up against the short side of the next shelf. Your heart was beating erratically, and you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping.

“Hello?”

Hearing his voice almost brought tears to your eyes. All you wanted was to turn the corner, just to see him, but you knew you couldn’t. Not right now.

So you stayed where you were, praying he wouldn’t come over to see who was trying to hide from him. He didn’t, instead you could hear footsteps moving away from you. You stood there for a few more moments, just to make sure he was actually gone, before you dared to step away. The image of him standing there, open book in his hand, was burned into your mind. With shaky hands, you returned your attention to the now crumpled paper in your hand. 

Finding the books didn’t take long after that, and you were thankful because you just wanted to leave. You almost ran back to your meeting point with Harry, who was already waiting for you. As you walked down the stairs, it took everything in you to move next to him at a normal pace and to keep a straight face, just so he wouldn’t realise how distraught you were.

If you had only turned around before stepping outside through the door that Harry was holding open for you, maybe you would have locked eyes with George, who was standing one floor above at the top of the stairs. He stayed there, staring at the door, even after you were already on the bus back home.

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#peering into the whisp - if I get personal asks, this is the tag I would use

If you regularly sends asks with some way to identify you then I usually give you a tag too.

My taglist for my Oracle!Reader:

If you are in italics, that means I couldn't tag you! That could be due to you being shadow banned or having your settings set to hide you from being searched. I will keep this master list updated with each new user, I truly don't mind tagging you all. It's honestly a nice feeling.

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[fakerbreaker]

I wonder how easy it would be to become a conversion therapist, it seems like any quack can do it. Gender dysphoria diagnosis? I don't know, are you *absolutely* sure there's no trauma causing you to feel this way~? You think life will be easier if you change gender~? The grass is always greener, you know~! Do you just want sex with the other gender? Bad relationship with your parents? Or are you just looking for attention, hmmmm~?

It's cute that you think you're gay. You know you can take on some traits of the other gender without going that far? Just look at me, for instance~! It's not a good lifestyle, you know? Casual sex is really dangerous, drugs even moreso, and partyong every night won't make your problems go away. It'll just build up until you can't ignore it anymore~! And do you know what all that drink is doing to your liver? Why not just find a nice spouse of the right gender, settle down and have a few children. I oromise it'll be so much more rewarding~!

Aromantic? How many relationships have you tried before now? Very few people are lucky enough to find the one for them in just a few tries~! You'll be missing out on so much if you give up now, you don't wanna be alone forever, do you~? Maybe an ex didn't treat you properly. I'm sure we can "work through" your trauma to help you open yourself back up to love again. Sometimes if we fake being head over heels for long enough, it can really happen~!

Nobody's really asexual. Well, I am, but we're not here to talk about me. There are so many different ways to have sex, and so msny ways to spice it up~! Are you sure you just haven't found the right way for you~? You're missing out on a really big part of being human, and don't you know if you don't have enough sex there can be health complications? Let's have you join a hookup app, at least one hookup a week, and we can monitor your progress~!

Bisexual? Pansexual? Sex in moderation can be healthy, but too much of a good thing is always maladaptive~! It's an addiction just like alcohol and drugs, and, as always, the more effective approach is just to go cold turkey. No more sex, no more porn, even masturbation might tempt you back into old habits. A lot of people can manage those things in moderation, but with your addictive personality, you clearly can't be trusted with even a little bit~!

I know it's difficult, but therapy is never easy. These feelings you mistake for identity might never fully go away, but with enough work, you can live a normal healthy life. I'll be here to support you all the way~!

[cheshireliam]

"Let Jude Torment You Mercilessly!" Twitter Campaign

Jude Jazza Main Story Release Special

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games.

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Q: Day after day, I'm becoming even more tainted in your colours☆ I want Jude to taint me even more— please torment me however much you want♡

A: It's your choice to be, but I got no interest in a woman who talks all warm like that. Can't ya say somethin' with more guts like wanting to taint me instead? Ya ain't just some soft girl, are ya? Ha, now that frustrated look suits ya better. Way more entertain' than all that sweet talkin'.

Q: Before I knew it, I started collecting everything related to you, from cigarette butts to long swords and purple socks. Now my mind is filled with thoughts of wanting to be surrounded by everything you've ever laid your hands on. Is this normal...? Please share your thoughts.

A: Gettin' all happy over collectin' stuff related to me, huh. Ya got a screw loose up there, don't ya? Ya might be a good match for Elbert in the "crazy collection" category. Next thing I know, you'll be askin' for my hair or somethin'. Ain't givin' ya a single strand, though.

Q: Ever since the perfume arrived, I've been spritzing it on my pillow before going to bed (~_~) I'm glad I can sleep soundly because it's such a soothing scent (~_~)✨ It'd make me even happier if you could torment me🥺 Please torment me with your words, the same way you do with the little robin. Pretty please🥺

A: Ya ain't worth the effort if bein' marked gets ya waggin' yer tail all happy. Was actually thinkin' of praisin' ya for sleepin' well, but nah, forget it. Ya just some hopeless masochist who gets turned on by bein' messed with, ain't ya? Go cry in yer dreams, thinkin' I'm in there tormentin' ya. That kinda thing suits ya better.

Q: To my beloved Jude: I've loved you ever since the first time I heard your voice...!!!!! Also, I have a question for you. How can I join your company to be worked like a horse? I'm fully prepared to receive your endless teasing!! Sincerely, your loyal robin.

A: Fallin' in love with me just from hearin' my voice. Just how simple-minded can yer brain be? So, ya wanna be worked like a horse, yeah? Gotta hand it to ya, that's some guts ya got there. I'm all for hirin' capable people. Come see me tomorrow with yer acceptance letter ready. I'll give ya all the orders ya love to hear, tease ya to no end, and work you till you're nothin' but a worn-out rag.

Q: Please help me. I've become so obsessed with the colour purple, I'm going crazy. I even ended up dyeing my cooking purple... please tease me mercilessly to bring me back to my senses...!!

A: A certain quack doctor once said purple's a colour that kills yer appetite. Ya tryin' to go on a diet by makin' everythin' purple or something? ... Hah, if ya love it that much, don't beat around the bush and just say it straight. If ya tell me you'll be good, I'll think about messin' with ya.

Q: #IWantToBeMercilesslyTeasedByJude... what is this hashtag!! I-I definitely... do not want to be teased by Jude!! Instead, I want to work hard at my job and as a Fairytale Keeper to gain your recognition!! Please keep an eye out for me 🔥‼️

A: Dunno 'bout the hashtag, probably made by Ellis. But I'll tell ya one thing, yer whole body's screamin' that ya wanna be teased. Hah, ya hopeless masochist. Maybe I will tease ya, idiot. If ya wanna be teased, then go work hard at yer job or somethin'. Not that I care.

Q: Ever since meeting Jude, I've started feeling like I can say whatever I want as long as I add a "not that I care" to the end. But that behaviour is highly irresponsible— please do something about me!

A: That ain't my problem, it's not like I care. Hah, now ya got me feelin' like I can get away with sayin' just anythin' too. Not that I care, tho.

Q: Everyone I know is aware of how much I love Jude, and now if I get hooked onto something other than Jude, they immediately call me out for "cheating"... what should I do?

A: Whether ya a cheater or not don't matter to me. People's hearts ain't somethin' ya can tie down, and tryin' to do so is plain cocky. But screamin' someone's name and wanderin' off to look elsewhere? That ain't it. Should I sew yer mouth shut so ya can't say my name ever again?

Q: Meeting you has made me the happiest I've ever been in my life. I look forward to meeting you again, and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Please curse and tease me for life.

A: If meetin' me was the happiest thing in yer life, yer happiness' so damn cheap it's almost pitiful. Carry on like that and Ellis will kill ya by accident. ... Before wishin' for my happiness, why don't ya go make yerself happy first? Whatever.

Q: I want to lose weight, but I can't stop eating. Please tease me!

A: Idiot, who the hell eats while wantin' to lose weight? And if losin' weight were as easy as just usin' yer mouth to say it, no one'd be strugglin' with it ever. Now go fix that lazy beain and cocky attitude of yers. Tch, seriously so stupid.

Q: Please tell me who's the person you find the most fun in teasing lately. I want to use them as an example for when you mess with me!

A: Ha? An example for bein' messed with? What goes on in the brains of masochists like ya? All of ya are just plain masochistic, so it ain't fun to mess with ya. ... Ah, the younger twin from Vogel. That guy's surprisingly got some guts despite bein' a weakling. He's a lil' bit entertainin'.

Q: Could I become the chair in your office? I’ve been training my legs and back, so you can sit for hours no problem.

A: Ellis broke my chair, so I've been lookin’ for a new one. Starting tomorrow, come to Raven as my new chair. Naturally, a chair don’t need no hourly pay, don’t talk back, and can handle me sittin’ for hundreds of hours, right?

Q: I have a growing pile of unread books 📚. Will you sit next to me and read together?

A: Do I really need to start by teachin’ ya that readin’ is somethin’ ya do alone? I can’t stand havin’ someone sittin’ next to me while I’m readin’. Go pester Harrison; he’d probably put up with it—not that I care, tho. Anyway, once ya finish all those unread books, I might at least hear ya out.

Q: I need to focus on job hunting, but I can’t stop thinking about Jude… every word you say makes my heart flutter. This is all your fault, so please take responsibility and tease this hopeless version of me!

A: I don’t like people who can’t do what they’re supposed to, and hearin’ ‘I love you’ from someone who don't even got their own life together don’t mean a thing. If ya really love me that much, then ya can get yer shit together and do what needs to be done. Be a good girl and get it done, then I’ll tease ya ‘til ya scream like ya want me to.

Q: If you’re any kinder to me, I might end up fallin’ head over heels. Please tease me mercilessly so I don’t fall for you!

A: I don’t care if ya like or hate me. But does that mean ya fall for anyone who’s nice to ya? Hah, that's downright pathetic. Anyone can fake bein’ nice if they want to— it’s easy as hell. Before ya get fooled by superficial kindness, learn to see what’s really in someone’s heart. Tch, now ya’ve gone and made me say somethin’ unnecessary.

Q: I love your Queen’s English so much; I need regular doses of it!!! Please!!!

A: Oh, so ya love my Queen’s English, huh? Guess that means ya don’t like the way I usually talk, do ya? Hah, why ya lookin’ so panicked, idiot. When ya push yer wants on someone else, maybe think a bit harder before speakin’. Here’s your beloved Queen’s English—go on, cry tears of joy.

Q: I love you so much, Jude ❣️ Every single day, all I can think about is you 🥹. When I wake up, it’s ‘Good morning, Jude,’ at lunch it’s ‘Good afternoon, Jude,’ and before bed it’s ‘Good night, Jude.’ That’s how I spend every day 🥹. Do you hate people like me? Please tease me!!

A: Oh wow, good job bein’ so polite with all your greetin’s—I’m so moved I might cry. …Yeah, right, ya lovesick fool. Instead of spendin’ all day thinkin’ about me, don’t ya have plenty of other things to be doin’? If ya get your act together and still love me after that, maybe one time out of a hundred I’ll tease ya.

Q: Ellis deserves a bonus for managing to book your schedule for this!

A: What’s this ‘I want to be mercilessly teased by Jude’ bullshit? That idiot abused his position and booked my time without askin’ me first. Why the hell would I be payin’ him a bonus for causin’ me nothin’ but trouble? If anything, I oughta dock his pay. Damn idiot.

Q: Ever since the announcement about your main story release, my head’s been full of you, Jude. After the trailer came out, I’ve been daydreaming every night before bed, even during class and at work, so I can’t focus on anything. Please, take out your stress on me and tease this impatient daydreamer!

A: Oh yeah? Then why don’t ya tell me every single one of those little fantasies ya been havin’ about me? If ya be honest about it, I might reward ya by teasin’ ya. …Hah, what’s wrong? Can’t say it? Just what kinda filthy things’ve ya been imaginin’, ya pervert?

[milkwaydreams]

My conclusion after EP 13 for Perfect 10 Liners is: I LOVE FAIFA! 😍

He is so F extra, I really love him 🤣 And the way Junior portrays him is so cute, I have no idea how many times I said "I love Faifa" during this whole episode 🤣🤭 I'm really curious to know more about him and his traumas. I feel he tries to be friend of everyone and help them either because he himself don't wanna feel lonely or abandoned again, or don't want the others to feel lonely like he did. I really don't know but I'm dying to learn about it 🤔 Hope I continue to like him in his story please 😃🤣

Also, I love how EVERYONE in that class began to mock Yotha and Gun when they began the whole tie scene right there in the front. If you look at the extras, even them are making the "Do my tie" gesture and I quacked when I noticed that🤣🤣 The friendship mockery on this whole series is my favorite part, help 🤣🤣

AND THE WAY GUN HIDES BEHIND FAIFA IS SO CUTE. He feels safe with Faifa, he goes to him and opens up, breaks down crying in front of Fai, that's what I call trust and I love it. Also Fai protecting Gun from Yotha cause he don't want Yotha to hurt Gun anymore... I love him... I can't, that's too sweet 😭😭😭

And Junior showing that he can indeed act serious too and not just goofy, ooh, I love to see that🤭🤭🤭

About Warit and Klao, really can't talk on their matter cause, it just hits too close to home... I've been in the EXACT SAME situation as Warit and my way out of it was shitty af so, I don't even know how to react to watching what happened to me as a viewer cause I'll always lean more for Warit cause I FULLY understand him...

So I'm just gonna talk about the slap. I'm SURE that that slap hurt 100% more than any of the punches Klao took the whole episode. I vocalized a loud "OH SHIT" the moment I heard the sound. And I liked that Warit did that cause it was effective in a way that talking at that moment wouldn't be as Klao was completely out so the slap was like a reboot in the system 🤣🤣🤣 I think things will begin to move forward to them now cause they actually talked about it, Warit expressed how he actually feels about Yotha so, it should work from now (I HOPE, PLEASE 😃)

And then, Santa crying... OMG, THAT WAS GOOD SCENES. It sounds sad saying it like this but I swear I mean good🤣🤣

I was/am impressed at the way he cries cause he KNOWS how to cry. The way his voice shakes when he speaks, his whole body flinching, I don't know if I'm the only one that felt this but I was genuinely impressed. If you tell me that he was crying for real and not acting there, I'd fully believe you 😭😭😭😭

And let me tell you, I went 😮 when Yotha kissed Warit like... I was not expecting it😃 First of all, "OMG, PERTHBOOM" that was my stupid head first thought😃🤣🤣 Then I went "Noo, don't do this to me... Don't make he still like Warit..." and I KNEW GUN WAS GONNA SEE THAT, OFC HE WOULD😃😃

But please... My baby is pretty and looks good even crying but... Let's not make him cry this much anymore, please 😃😃😃 SPARE MY POOR HEART😭😭😭😭

And the preview... I'm scared actually. Wait for him why?! Why Yotha?! Wait what?! What do you mean?! Come back here and explain right now 😃 And now we will get the beach YothaGun scenes from the trailer so, that plus the "Wait for me" made me really go "???????"

Ahh... These series... Why can't they just be released all together so I binge everything and be happy?! 😃😃😃

+ I have too much of rot in my brain cause in the bar scene, Lykn's May I? plays in the background and all I could pay attention to was the song and that it was Lykn... I need rehab from them atp, this is an addiction 😃😃🤣🤣🤣🤣

[zoropookie]

HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter twelve — BETRAYAL!!!!! (💋)

"I don't want your help," You uttered smally, turning your head away.

"I wasn't asking if you wanted it, I was pitying you." The voice was familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. It was a neutral sounding tone. One that shook at your core.

You tried to ignore the tone and keep your head in check, but as soon as you heard those words, your body swung towards him as you felt frustration pour into your veins. "Pity me?" You scoffed, "I'll be damned if I let someone who's tried to ruin my life pity me! What do you want?"

Somehow you always catch yourself talking boldly to the worst person to argue with, both with the people you know and the people you don't know. And in this scenario, the only other bigger streamer than you was the one attempting to stir you up. He remained calm despite his malicious tone, unfazed by your outburst. "I want you to spare me the melodrama. Were you not the one staging drama under my name for views?"

"Don't act like you're above it. We both know you thrive when there's chaos, but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction." You spat, vowing through gritted teeth.

You didn't know what he was thinking. The other was so unpredictable with his actions that you flinched when he started treading closer towards you. "Aw, the little victim."

He knew that nobody would believe you, and that's what made your blood boil even more. But for some reason, amongst all of the anger and the fury that was coursing in your veins...you noticed your heart pounding and attraction flushing some of the agitation out.

"Don't act like you can get under my skin. I'm not a little bitch." You met his gaze once his violet eyes stared into yours, you returned a steely gaze. Your breath was caught in your throat at the close proximity.

"I think I did that as soon as you started throwing a fit online." He whispered softly, the sound of his voice low and smug. "How was the coffee, was it sticky?"

You screamed in horror waking up, eyes snapping open as the remnants of the dream clung to your skin. "What the fuck?!" You gasped out, breathing heavily.

There were tears in your eyes from how god awful that dream was. You frantically searched for your phone, looking at the practically millions of notifications you were getting to get yourself to come down to earth.

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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

I feel compelled to share with you all the saga of the duck and how my afternoon went

• this is the duck

• it appeared out of nowhere in the backyard. I'm in the city and nowhere near ponds/lakes or anywhere this creature would've been comfortable

• it rudely attacked me when I tried to check if it was hurt

• it rudely attacked me again when I tried to set out some water for it in a red bowl, it felt threatened by the color red.

• was rejected by the environmental police.

• was rejected by the fire department.

• called my grandma (the one who's chilled water bottle of holy water was consumed in 1.3 seconds by my brother, iykyk)

• granda goes on a religious rant about how this black duck is the sign that the apocalypse is imminent, the only help she provides are prayer instructions.

• I call my uncle who lives nearby for help, he says "I know exactly what to do" and then shows up with material to turn the poor creature into a meal. I shoo him away and defend the ducks right to be alive.

• parents are no help, brother suggests selling it and splitting the costs (i hear brother get attacked by the duck while I'm on the phone with the fire department, presumably after he attempted to capture it for monetary gain)

• I give up and start accepting that I own a duck now

• I set out some oats in water for it, it quacks at me rudely when I offer them.

• it shits everywhere

• it attempts to fly into the sun but gets caught on the net that covers the backyard. It falls (was not hurt, I checked)

• I go inside to do some work.

• I come back out.

• the duck has disappeared.

• it's not on the property, it's not outside on the street. It likely flew away OR was sucked up by an interdimensional portal.

[silverware-drawer]

🟥 felppps-6391 🔁 cellbo

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why is my castle full of smoke

🟥 felppps-6391

'-'

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DID FOOLISH HOTBOX THE FUCKING BLOOD ROOM

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'-'

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🪑 what-the-muffin 🔁 kocwillrock

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guys whart happens if you set cocaine on fire you have one minute adn then im trying it

🪑what-the-muffin

0_0 . . .whart

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whart

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whart

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whart

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THATS CRAZY ITS ALMOST LIKE NOBODY ASKED

#heeheeheeheehee #prank tag

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🥵 peterparkoier 🔁 its-nice-to-miku

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culeros

🥵 peterparkoier

YESSSSS MAMOSSSSS

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🪷 quackitieeee 🔁 elmar1an4

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es lunes 😏 alguien quiere ser mi novio 😜

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IT'S TUESDAY YOU CHEATING BITCH FUCK YOU

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yes ok I am waiting in the bedroom

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okay give me a couple of minutes

🪷 quackitieeee

what the fuck is wrong with you guys

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🥵 peterparkoier 🔁 cellbo

🔪 cell-bites

você vai se arrepender disso nunca esquecerei o quão saborosa sua perna era

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Umm. . . .what the fuck ??

garbage-meister-deactivated92929947

why the hell are people in the notes acting like this is real lmfao did you idiots forget that people LIE on the INTERNET

horsey-of-coursey-deactivated848291083

okay, but has nobody noticed how this lines up perfectly with that insane alcatraz breakout that was in the news last month, only this was posted first??

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i'm dying y'all are so fucking dumb LMFAO

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STOP TAGGING ME THIS POST IS A THOUSAND YEARS OLD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO THIS IS

🥵 peterparkoier

ENIGMA DO MEDO 😱

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🥵 peterparkoier 🔁 its-nice-to-miku

🪺 philza Seguir

Get you a man with two hundred and twenty seven alt accounts that are all in constant danger of being banned for hacking

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God damn, hit on by Philza Minecraft himself, never thought I'd see the day 😳

🪺 philza Seguir

Lmao nah mate but I am hitting your gym. Give me ten minutes

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Hell yeah

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PHILZA

--VERIFIED PRESIDENTIAL POST--

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CARALHO BAGHERA DONT REBLOG THAT IT WAS A DRAFT I DIDNT MEAN IT TO POST

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I don't know what youre talking about forever, it was a verified presidential post ?

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lmfao

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HOW DO I DELETE OTHER PEOPLES POSTS

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FUCKING CUCURUCHO GET RID OF THIS BANNER RIGHT NOW

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nem fodendo 👀

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🥵 peterparkoier 🔁 missa-not-missing

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extra pics of the cake process because lulah told me to post them o7

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CHAYANNE YOU'RE SO TALENTED

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Missa :D you finally back in wifi range?

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YES I AM COMING HOME RIGHT NOW

Thirty minutes!!

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. . .you good mate? It's been hours

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PHILZA HELP I FELL IN A HOLE

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🚇 tubbohell 🔁 philza

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L+ratio well played gf

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@kocwillrock

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SHUT UP GO GET KIDNAPPED

🚇 tubbohell

am I missing something since when does etoiles have a girlfriend???

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🪑 what-the-muffin 🔁 what-the-muffin

🦈 kocwillrock Seguir

HOW IS HE GOOD AT EVERYTHING ITS FUDGING BEANBAG TOSS

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hey foolish what does étoiles use when it rains

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. . .a cucumbrella 0_0

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foolish

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foolish

🕓 4ever-420 ☑️🇧🇷 Seguir

Hi bad :D

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Hi forever :D

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foolish

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foolish

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🥵 peterparkoier 🔁 ⚠️ pactriggerwarning

🦄 ayyyyypierre Seguir

If you want free GEGGS come to the GEGG factory under the statue of GEGG

🎼 wilbur-soot-official ☑️

i fucking hate gegg

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this is the only thing he's ever posted?!??!??????

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TU IN INFERNO PECCATORES ET IMBECILES SERA TU TUAM TUAM MISERERE CAELUM IGNEM PLUET ET SANGUIS TUUM IGNIS SIT NON ESSE TE VENIAT ARBITRIO TEMPESTATEM VENIAT ET NUNQUAM TE STULTI OMNES LUDIBRIBUS TUA RETUSUS OVIS ET RETUSUS FERRARIA ERIS OMNES MORTUUM ESSE ACTUTUM USQUAM VALE ET EGO NON REQUIRO

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what the hell