#i don't have anything funny to say about this picture it just haunts me and i need everyone else to be scared

[roseandsalt]

[kairiscorner]

₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ trick or treat.

summary: spending a spooky halloween with your beloved spider people🕷️🕸️🎃

miles morales (1610)

matching costumes 🕸️

"come on now, babe, don't be shy! you're gorgeous!" miles gushed with his phone aimed at the slightly ajar closet door you were hiding behind, giggling and telling miles to quit filming you. he chuckles back as he approaches the door to open it. "babe! i can't go out alone like this, it's like having a pb and j sandwich without the jelly! you're my jelly, love, come out, you're beautiful in the costume!" he says in between giggles, his dimples popping out from his chocolate colored cheeks.

he smiles even wider and takes your hand gently as you reluctantly and shyly come out, smiling like a dork as you internalize how ridiculous, yet cute, you two look when paired up together. "see? you're smiling! you're so... wow." he mutters as he ends up staring at you from his screen, still filming you in the costume, all flustered. "you are, quite literally, my perfect other half." he gushes as he brings his phone to the front camera setting, smiling widely as he ends the video and takes a cute selfie between you two.

miles morales (42)

playing spooky pranks on the other 🕷️

"mi cielo? babe, c'mon where are you...?" miles calls out as he wanders around your house; you were in the kitchen mere moments ago, and it wasn't like you to just go radio silent on him, especially when he was right there in the living room chilling earlier. you were hiding under the cupboard, with a ghoulish mask on, giggling to yourself under your breath as you pictured how your usually, outwardly stoic boyfriend would get all frightened by your little surprise.

miles sighed as he entered the kitchen, getting worried. "cariño...? hey, now, this isn't funny..." he mumbled. then, a hand grabbed at his left ankle, and he squealed. "mier–!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening and his voice reaching new heights as you slowly emerged out of the cupboard, saying im a raspy voice, "happy halloween, babe."

miles screamed loudly, jumping backwards in surprise and landing on his butt. when he saw your neck down to your shoulders, he soon realized it was you. he furrowed his eyebrows and huffed. "that... was far from funny." he mumbled, embarrassed that his partner got the best of him, frightening the usually unfazed miles morales. you giggled and apologized, taking your mask off; miles huffed and kissed your nose in 'retaliation'. "no more candy tonight, sweetheart, that's your punishment." he said in a cold tone, heading to the fridge to take all the candy you two got from trick or treating to hide it away, trying to ignore your irresistible begging for him not to take your candy away.

gwen stacy

going to haunted houses 🎃

"see? nothing scary about these houses..." gwen said with an air of confidence as your shirked behind her, shuddering at the cold gusts of wind behind you, and feeling more and more frightened as the darkness settled in the further along you two went through the house.

gwen chuckled and held your hand. "love, don't worry–you're dating spider woman, you're not gonna get hurt any time s–" she was in the middle of telling you that you would be safe with her, until her spider sense tingled and she webbed the nearest threat to you, making you scream for a bit in fear. she webbed up a mechanical clown that was about to jumpscare you two, making her chuckle in surprise. "huh... one of the truly, remotely scary things i've seen all night." she said as she looked over at your side, kissing the side of your head as you clung to her.

"don't worry... you're safe with me. i won't let anything happen to you; i've got you." she reassured you with a smile that glowed in the dark, making you feel warmer and more secure.

pavitr prabhakar

trick or treating 🕷️

"trick or treat!" pavitr exclaimed all cheerfully, holding your hand as you both held out little baskets you two handcrafted together in preparation for halloween. you two weren't alone, though, you both invited several kids in the neighborhood to go trick-or-treating with; and it was the most fun you've had all year.

pavitr traded some candies with the kids, his eyes sparkled when he saw your costume, not taking his eyes off you and his smile not fading for even a second when you two headed down to the first few houses down the block. he grinned widely whenever the kids would compliment you two for your costumes, baskets, and would tease you two for being 'cootie magnets' with how sweet you two were being to each other as the trick-or-treating went on.

"i know we look like we're getting too old for halloween... but i wear a costume every day, 24/7, and i never feel ashamed; because i know you love me whether i'm in the costume or not, and i know i love you every single day, no matter what you wear." he complimented you, then kissing you on the cheek swiftly, and pulling away. he had the dorkiest grin on his face, he couldn't contain his joy, he wished halloween would be forever!

hobie brown

scary movie night 🕸️

"just tell me if you get scared, 'aright? my arms are always open to holding you, love." hobie teases you as you playfully toss a cushion at him, curling up with him soon after as you two put on a scary movie to watch. hobie always got invested in these movies, he always somehow managed to sleep soundly at night even after watching the most terrifying, cinematic scenes from thriller or horror flicks!

you felt yourself getting a little uneasy, the hairs on your body sticking up a bit as the climax for the movie was approaching. you sat up on the couch a bit, shifting your gaze from here to there to hobie. his eyes met yours after he looked away from the screen a bit to look at his beloved: you. "y'aright, dear?" he asked you, with you reluctantly nodding, doing everything you could to avoid the screen coming into view.

hobie wrapped his arm around your shoulders, smirked, and held your close. he leaned down towards you and kissed your forehead gently. "you don't have to keep watching, angel, i can lower the volume for you if it makes you feel more comfy." he whispered to you as you fright got replaced with a fluster. hobie grinned as he kissed your nose, now, washing away all your fear and filling you with so much love in those two kisses and in his prolonged touch, even with a scary movie playing in the background.

miguel o'hara

pumpkin carving 🎃

"this... is just plain awful." miguel huffs in frustration as the carving knife he was using to etch a face on the gourd you gave him ended up looking like a partially mashed pumpkin. you giggled as you comforted him, turning the gourd around and helping him carve a clearer face on the backside. your softer hand on his coarser, bigger one made him focus on the softness, the silkiness of your skin as opposed to carving the gourd before him. he involuntarily leaned against you, kind of... sort of... messing up on purpose to get you to stay and keep your hands on his own.

by the time you two finish, you compare the carved face on the gourd to how miguel looks like when he's smiling, and he isn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult, but your darling smile and bewitching laughter at that astute observation makes his heart skip a beat. the corners of his lips turn up a bit, and you were right—his smile looked a bit crooked, a bit rough around the edges, but beautiful nonetheless.

[love-byers]

boyfriends who defend and reassure each other <3

"Wait, this is Will's fault?!" 1x01

"I'm the only one acting normal here! I'm the only one that cares about Will!" 1x01

"Will could've cast protection last night, but he didn't. He cast fireball. [...] My point is, he could've played it safe, but he didn't. He put himself in danger to help the party." 1x01

"She pointed at him, at his picture. She knew he was missing, I could tell." 1x02

"Maybe it's his ghost, maybe he's haunting us." "It's not his ghost." "And how do you know that?" "I just do." "Then what did they pull out of that water?" "I don't know! All I know is Will is alive. Will is alive!" 1x04

"Hey! Hey! Hey, Troy! Hey, Troy! You…you think this is funny? […] I saw you guys laughing over there. I think that's a real messed up thing to do." 1x04

"Now she's going to let him die in the Upside Down--" "Shut up!" 1x05

"I'm gonna get you home, okay? I'm gonna get you home." 2x02

"Maybe...maybe that's good." "Good?!" "Just think about it, Will. You're like a spy now. A super spy. Spying on the shadow monster. If you know what he's thinking and feeling, maybe that's how we stop him. Maybe all this is happening for a reason." "You really think so?" "Yeah, Yeah I really do." "What if he figures out we're spying on him? What if he spies back?" "He won't." "How do you know?" *grabs his hand* "We won't let him." 2x05

"Closing the gate will kill him." 2x09

"It's a cool campaign it's really cool!" 3x03

"What if you want to join another party?" "Not possible." 3x08

"I don't think Mike is gonna like that you're lying to him. And he doesn't deserve that, and when he finds out he's gonna be mad." 4x02

"Seems like you've made it super clear you're not interested in anything I have to say." "That's just not true." 4x02

"I was being a total jerk to El, I deserved it…" "No. No, you didn't deserve anything." 4x04

"Listen, the truth is, the last year has been weird, you know? I mean, Max, and Lucas, and Dustin, they're great, they're great, it's just...it's Hawkins, it's not the same without you. And I feel like maybe I was worrying too much about El...I don't know, maybe I feel like I lost you or something. Does that make sense?" *nods* "I have no idea what's gonna happen next. But whatever it is, I...I think we should work together. I think it'll be easier if we're—we're a team. Friends. Best friends." "Cool." "Cool." 4x04

"I should've explained myself, because then maybe Eleven would've taken me with her and things would be different, but…" "No-" "I—I didn't know what to say." 4x05

"Sometimes...I think it's just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because...what if they don't like the truth?" *nods*4x05

"Sorry." "No--" "No, it's so stupid given everything that's going on." 4x08

"See how you're leading us here? You're guiding the whole party, inspiring us. That...that's what you do. And see your coat of arms here? It's a heart. I know it's sort of on the nose, but that's what holds this whole party together: heart. And without heart, we'd all fall apart. Even me. Especially me." 4x08

"He's not going to stop, ever. Not until he's taken everything, and everyone. We have to kill him." *grabs his shoulder* "And we will. We will." 4x09

[jorisjurgen]

How do you imagine the crepin-jurgens act/take care of each other when they’re sick? Like who’s the best caretaker vs the worst patient?

Omg this is so good. Whump my beloved...

SICK ATCHAM

Atcham - strangely, world's nicest and easiest sick person to take care of, as long as you're not Kerubim. He has similar tendencies to sick Joris [see below] - doesn't like being vulnerable with others. However, he has more common sense, so at most it manifests in him becoming a huge tsundere. "It'sss not that I want tea, but ughh."

Joris has a better time with him than Kerubim because he doesn't feel like he has anything to prove to him: they're equals, and he expects the two of them to have a you-help-me-and-I-help-you relationship. He's still a bit tsundere-ish, but it's manageable.

Kerubim though? He keeps glaring at him. He keeps asking for him to leave. He gets pissed off while brought medicine, towels, tea, or food - yet still accepts them. Yet he's actually very happy that Kerubim is caring for him, and will never push him away too much, or avoid reluctantly thanking him. He's shyyy. Picture him sick, in bed, thanking Kerubim for something after saying "ughh, don't do thatt" for a whole hour with increasing embarrassment, and immediately turning away from him to fume and contemplate how awkward this is.

He takes rest seriously the same way he takes training and missions seriously: if he doesn't take care of his problems, his problems will take care of him. So, he's pretty cooperative.

If he's really-really sick, he glowers, but lets them do whatever. And he really tries to joke sometimes, even if it's not really funny.

Kerubim - afraid, yet intrigued every time. Atcham bites and hisses, so he can't do the same shit he does to Joris while Joris is sick - so he doesn't overstep or make Atch uncomfortable. In turn, Atch actually listens to his advice: begrudgingly, but listens.

If Atcham is seriously sick, he still has this sense of knowing exactly what to do and how, unless things are especially bad. He's really happy to care for his brother, who is usually on-guard, even if he wishes it were under better circumstances.

He wishes he could tell Atch be cares about him and wants him to get better (that he loves him) but it's too awkward, so he feels a bit too guilty to try.

Joris - having the time of his life. It's literally so easy. Atcham just tells what he needs, even if he's a tsundere about it, lmao. Cares for himself, yet doesn't do precarious things...

(And no, Joris doesn't want to acknowledge the irony of how he, personally, acts while sick vs. what he likes about Atcham.)

Even while seriously sick, Atcham tries to crack jokes and keep Joris's spirits up + Joris and Kerubim are so in-tune that they don't have a hard time caring for him or deciding what to do; so even if it's hard or dangerous, there's a solid sense of cooperation and hope, with no spiraling or conflicts. Kerubim and Atcham's presence makes him calm, and he's always sure that Atcham will bounce back.

SICK KERUBIM

Atcham - "Beg for your soup and sssay Thank You O Great Atcham Carer Of Brothers". Playfully sadistic, sometimes tired of him. He doesn't want to be cruel, but if Kerubim acts needy, he wants to feel compensated. Might play minor pranks and try to put him in his place. "You're not dying, I am not making you soup because you cut your hand a little. I underssstand not washing dissshes if your hand hurtsss, but seriously??! Sssoup??". He doesn't let himself be pushed around, but isn't cold or cruel either.

If it's more serious, he obviously gets more serious, but he tries not to lose his humor. He can't emotionally rely on Joris (Joris's psyche and stability is basically a house of cards), and usually depends and trusts Kerubim, y'know? Joris always takes caring for Kerubim very hard, so Atcham tries to be reliable... but he's so bad at it, and it haunts himmm. Basically even if Kerubim is seriously sick, he believes that Kerubim will have at least a rough idea of what to do. Though as always, the person Atcham most depends on is his own self.

He feels responsible for protecting both Kerubim and Joris, yet he's insecure about not being very good at caring for others when they're down, and not having any ideas on how to take care of othrs. And at least when it's Joris who is unwell, Kerubim is there to guide him. At least when they're fighting, he can protect them with his sword...

He can often stay by his side and fall asleep sitting on the floor.

Kerubim - king of drama. Technically the second worst patient after Joris, if Crying Baby and Hydrogen Bomb is also a competition.

If its something mild, he acts like he's going to fucking die. He bemoans his condition 24/7, he won't allow anyone to leave. He lovesss attention and care from Joris and Atcham even if by the end, they're annoyed as fuck. He lowkey loves being mildly sick because it means that Atcham and Joris are going to care for him. It's one of the biggest reasons Joris is the way he is about his own illnesses, and neither of them will ever acknowledge it.

"I'm suffering....m please water... It hurts so bad... 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Omg.... Holy molyyy...."

When it's actually something serious, he quiets down and takes it seriously. He doesn't want to worry Joris and Atcham too much. The more serious it is, the less he communicates, the less of a fuss he makes. However, he doesn't hide being sick, or how bad it is - it's just that he doesn't want to burden Atcham and Joris. He gets shy, even - apologizes profusely when he needs something, thanks them over and over. He doesn't like genuine vulnerability, but feels so grateful to them.

Joris - it weighs on him greatly, yet he finds himself getting angry at Kerubim for being sick. Like it's pissing him the fuck off, in a quiet way. He could be doing anything useful, but noooo, this guy will start meowing and crying if someone isn't by his side. Can't he just hide wounds? He's had enough of worrying about him for six centuries now!!

He feels like shit for feeling this way. Like an unfilial son and a bad person. He cares quietly, and despite himself, asks Kerubim quite often how he's feeling.

If it's really serious, he gets even more quiet, keeping all his worries and fears deeeeep inside, constantly in a mild state of panic, yet trying to project a normal appearance. He doesn't want to burden Kerubim with his feelings, which aren't as important as Kerubim's sickness. He might even resort to drinking lol. He wants to hug him a lot, if things are bad and often feels useless.

SICK JORIS

Atcham - If it's something mild, he tries to compensate for the way Kerubim is; reel him in, in a way. He argues with Kerubim, pushes his buttons... Atcham tries his best to give Joris space, but hovers around him anyway. He wants Joris to know that he's ready to help, even if a part of him knows that Joris taking this offer up is very rare.

If it's something serious, he almost never leaves his side, and obeys whatever Kerubim tells him to do unquestionably. He's not good at comforting and caring, but he's scared of losing Joris. He feels lost.

If Kerubim is the one who does the caring, whether Joris wants him to or not, then Atcham is the one who brings things, helps him, and holds Joris tf down or corners him. It makes Joris feel a bit annoyed and betrayed, since Atcham is usually on his side - and is one of the most damaging things to his trust in him. I <3 men who will nottttt allow themselves to be cared for, and consider being cared for a type of betrayal. (And yes, Joris knows it's weird and delulu that he feels this way, and he tries to stop feeling this way.)

Just like with Kerubim, he often doesn't sleep a lot, and stays by his side. Unlike with Kerubim, he feels vulnerable enough that while Joris is asleep or delirious he might start saying that he loves him and wants him to get well. If Joris remembers any of it, he'll tell him he's making shit up.

If things get especially bad, he can start lashing out at Kerubim, which makes things worse. Uh ohhh.

Kerubim - HE LOVES IT WHEN JORIS IS MILDLY SICK BECAUSE HE IS INSANE. He harasses Joris by trying to bring him blankets, food, and tea 24/7. He asks him over and over and over and over about how he's feeling, until Joris wants to yell at him. He won't leave him alone, ever, at all. And YES it applies to common cold and mild food poisoning and Joris having a headache. It's partially the reason why Joris is so avoidant, and yet, he acts this way because he knows that Joris is avoidant. Snake swallowing its own tail <3.

He likes it when Joris is dependent on him, and the rare, rare moments when Joris welcomes help are like crack cocaine to him. He never lets p'tit Jojo, ♥️ son p'tit mignon chou ♥️, live it down.

If Joris is seriously sick, it makes him feel ill, worried, like he's failing. He hardly leaves Joris's side, and will do anything to make Joris better. If he could, he would tie Joris up, if Joris refuses to rest and stay in bed. He is willing to force medicine and food down Joris's throat kicking and screaming and throwing up: because Joris dying is his greatest fear and nightmare. He doesn't feel good about it, though - it makes him feel terrible.

He doesn't care if Joris hates him for the way he cares about him, as long as it works. Joris will get over it.

Joris - Easily the worst patient because he doesn't believe himself to be that sick.

Whether it be an infected flesh wound or common cold, he will never be caught not working on something: he will keep going to work, and if he can't, he will at least be at his desk - until he is literally not strong enough to walk.

He has a tendency to hide being sick, whether it be flu or sepsis. He will NOT get help, he WILL risk dying! One of the reasons for this is pride + knowing that Atcham and Kerubim would be (justifiably) worried + he got used to it throughout his entire life due to the way he was raised.

He's been doing this since he was like 5yo because he had to care for Kerubim's dramatic mood swings and hangovers, which kind of left no room for his own issues, so it just kept getting worse. Another reason is the way Kerubim cares for him: he wants to avoid this treatment with all his heart.

That's not to say he never allows them to care for him: he's only human, he wants to be loved, and all... He can ask for things, if he wants to. But the more serious it is, the more embarrassing it is, y'know?

He has this delusional, unwavering belief that if he suffers long enough, every situation will solve itself - which eventually turns to shame if it doesn't work out well for him.

He doesn't want to bother people so he doesn't ask for much, even if he can't get out of bed. So Atcham and Kerubim have to fucking guess what his esoteric devious-mysterious ass needs, and if he's in pain or scared. He is the type of person to try and get out of bed with a broken leg to go make himself tea because he doesn't want to ask for it. And he honestly believes himself capable of going from the third floor to the first floor in that condition without falling down the fucking stairs.

I think that the degree of how into hiding being sick and disregarding help he is also depends on his mental health and the responsibility he carries. In Waven times he might be more willing to rest and let others help simply because Atcham and Kerubim keep guilting him by saying "if you don't take care of yourself, everyone in Bonta is going to suffer."

[bitterbutblue]

kokomi my love

when she loved me ☆ kokomi x reader

~ the amount of sad fucking relationship reels i got last night made me sad so now im projecting fuck u isntagram reels algorithm u made me CRY AT NIGHT

inspired by twenty five twenty one, 500 days of summer, u know the drill. if u guys want a full twenty five twenty one inspired long fic (with chapters) i am also down to write one.. i will cry writing it though

song: when she loved me - lyn lapid ~

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The summer she fell for you, she wishes to never think about again. Whenever a specific song comes on, she wants nothing more than to go back in time but also wants to destroy the very stereo the music is playing from. She finds herself haunted by her own movements, how they mimic yours and how she still thinks about what you would do before she does anything.

"Don't throw it-"

Laughter rang through the empty violet forests as you threw your head back, uncontrolled and raw. She found herself smiling at the sight of you, so loose and so happy. She couldn't help the laughter that began bubbling out of her own lips as she covered her mouth with her hand, doubling over. She didn't know why she's laughing so hard, she didn't know what was so funny but seeing you so unbridled filled her with giddy she hasn't felt since she was a child.

"That was ridiculous." She giggled and the way you grinned at her had her smile softening- the previous laughter dying on her lips as she feels an overwhelming wave washing over her. It felt like a lyric of a song she doesn't know the tune of, but it's a lyric she can hum from the beats of her heart. It felt like a way back to a home she has not yet entered, it felt like you. You finally composed yourself, running a hand through your hair as the beam of moonlight lit you up like an angel in the night.

"Nothing wrong with that, right?"

You walk up to her, picking up the jacket that had been laid on the ground, used as a blanket to sit on and dusted it off. You wrapped it around Kokomi, buttoning it up snuggly for her as she fit her arms through the oversized sleeves of your jacket, the warmth from the jacket and heart causing her to overheat from an overwhelming feeling.

She has that moment in a picture frame in her heart, like a photo album that had been abandoned and recently found, still dusty but holds a fortune of memories that warm you up. Except this photo album was cold, desolate. Found in a junkyard, memories of strangers and who they once were.

"Nothing wrong with that."

It's a sickening feeling in her gut, churning and spinning and she orders for Gorou to turn off the damn stereo as quickly as possible. He just obliges, not saying anything. She throws down her quill, shaking away whatever memories she has of you. Her eyes dart over her desk, with papers once organised but now strewn all over the place, a lingering memory of the evening you tidied her desk for her hits her hard and fast before suddenly fading into what it was- the past.

"You can't live like this."

A soft voice echoed through the chambers of her desk- she looked up, bleary eyed and you just sigh. You walked up to her, wrapping your arms around her from behind her chair as she leaned into your touch, visibly exhausted. Her shoulders sagged downward, her head resting against your chest as she let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding in.

"I'm doing just fine."

"Really?"

You nestled your head on top of hers as you took one of her hands into your own, interlacing your fingers together.

"It's late. Let's go home?"

''I can't." She mumbles, eyes closing as exhaustion finally settles in between her bones, filling themselves in every crevice and every little nook and cranny of her body.

"Yes you can, darling." You whispered, squeezing her hand softly "They can't have their leader collapsing on them from exhaustion, can they now?"

Like a siren's song, she found herself drawn to your voice. She couldn't even stop herself from nodding as she moved subconsciously, her body just following the sound of your voice as you led her out of her office.

The next morning, she found her office tidied. Her papers organised into a neat stack with sticky notes labelling which papers are which. She picked up the note on her desk and she felt herself grinning ear to ear as she readthe contents on the paper.

Good morning, my love! I organised your desk for you, hope that's okay. If you need anything just text me, love youuu <3

Her desk has been a mess since that day. She had no energy in her to organise her notes or to sort her files. She finds it too difficult to do now, her lack of energy every day being too much. Getting out of bed is hard enough, and she's really not in the mood to have to clean everything when she function with it being a mess just fine (albeit a little harder to get through).

She hasn't had the time or energy to go home, to take the walk down the desolate and empty streets just scares her now with the build up of what has happened. She finds herself taking another way, a route where she won't have to relive the worst of it all.

"Why?"

The broken expression on your face had her swallowing in guilt.

"I'm sorry."

"You say that every time-"

You turned away, taking a shaky breath in as you tried to calm yourself down and Kokomi just stands there like a coward.

"This is exhausting, Kokomi."

She looked down, fidgeting with her fingers as she drops her work bag onto a chair, unsure if she should approach you or not.

She should've approached you that night.

You instead turned around angrily, facing her again and the pained look in your eyes had her looking away now because it ate her alive, knowing that she caused you this much pain.

"Couldn't you just let me know earlier? You keep disappearing on me, I keep worrying about if you died out there or not-"

"I will-"

"You said that last time."

She looked down.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that."

She found herself not going to bed that night, sitting at the kitchen table as she listened to your muffled sobs through the door.

When Gorou tells her it's late, she just nods. The last thing she needs is to lie in an empty bed and feel the coldness of the night wrap its arms around her as an attempt to comfort her or to soothe the once-sharp pain, now faded into a dull thud with each thump of the heart. When she sleeps, she tucks her head into her arms, the hard wood digging into her elbows but the minorly uncomfortable pain is better than having to be overly consumed with her thoughts in the comforts of a bed.

She wakes up to a cup of tea in front of her and for a minute her heart leaps until she's hit with reality once more. She sees Gorou's handwriting and just wishes it was yours for a split second.

Kokomi, take care.

She screwed her eyes shut as she took a deep breath in, refusing to let you see the tears behind her eyes. You just stood opposite her, looking down at your shoes as tears fell down from your face and onto the ground.

"Was this my doing?"

The silence was broken by her shaky question as she finally brings herself to look up at you and she can feel her chest caving in again at the sight of you.

"It's not your fault."

Your voice was strained, as if you were using every atom in your body to try to make yourself sound as put together as possible.

"We've just grown so apart with all that's happened."

She has to stop herself from shaking, the entire world seems to be trembling until she realised it was just her.

"I don't want to say who's right or wrong. There isn't a right or wrong."

The evening chill that once held memories of cuddling under the stars is now just a sharp pierce through her skin, a blade running itself through each crevice of her beating and bleeding heart.

"We're making things difficult by blaming each other."

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold in the sob.

"You and I, we still care a lot for each other."

The words in her chest build up like word vomit.

"Did we have to come to this?" She whispered

"We were already coming to this."

She gasped when she felt a tug on her jacket, looking to see you buttoning up her jacket once more- your eyes filled with unshed tears as your trembling hands slowly slid each button through slit. A shaky gasp is let out as you tried not to sob, but it comes out choked as a tear falls and she couldn't stop herself. The shatter of her heart rang through the night as she feels the tear fall down her face, hot- burning a mark on her skin. She bit down on her lower lip once more, trying to stifle the sob but it still comes out and hearing your silent cries only made it harder for her to hold it in.

The dam breaks fully when she feels you pull her into a tight hug, and she knows this is the last time she'll feel your arms around hers like this so she holds on tight. The dam breaks and she sobs, loud and messy. The way you trembled had her feeling like she was going to shatter any minute. She held you as close as she could, arms tightening around your waist and hoping that maybe for the last time you two could just become one again.

"Let's not put ourselves through this again." You said softly, and she could feel your tears seep through her jacket- the jacket you buttoned for the last time.

She could only nod as she lets out a loud sob for the last time, and maybe the last thing you remember of her is the way she cries.

"Goodbye, Kokomi."

[carmenberzattosgf]

Alright then, thanks! Following up on the tmi ask: (Again, emphasis on me being horny and dumb at that moment)

So: in february or march, I think, I was reading some Carmy or Lip smut, getting all worked up and *naturally* I procured my Lush toy (remote controlled vibrator, in case anyone's not familiar) and got to work. You can either control that thing via bluetooth or you can use this roulette sort of function, where you give strangers on the internet time-limited anonymous access to control it. Felt adventurous. Tried it. Was actually pretty hot, tbh.��

Now to the point: there was this guy… who did an insanely good job remote controlling that toy – like, dizzying, toe-curling good. And you can anonymously chat with these people, so while he made me come like 3 times we had a pretty hot chat going on, too. Afterwards, we keep messaging for a bit and he's like: Yeah, I'm currently in Chicago for work, but I don't live here, live on the west coast. And I think to myself Hah, what a coincidence, after reading Carmy/Lip fics, now I have a guy from Chicago here. Then he tells me he has to travel a lot for work, mostly NY, LA and Chicago. I'm like: Heh…heh… so… funny… this coincidence… (not my horny brain instantly going: dude, wouldn’t it be absolutely insane if it was JAW – and yeah it would! I mean logically I KNEW that's not possible, I don’t think the guy hangs out on anonymous sex toy apps, lol, but this was just the headspace I was in, okay? Yeah… I’m hooked anyway. I ask for his name. And he says he doesn't wanna say because he's kind of well known, but his name starts with a J, so I can call him J. … Now, I'm grinning, shaking my head to myself: don't be a fucking idiot this is impossible. But the hope, Jesus, that dumb hope… At some point I ask if he could send me a pic of himself, he says again No, because he has a few tattoos and doesn’t wanna get recognized. …!

Prefectly sensible request for this kind of situation, right? Sure, but brain goes: MUST be him!! I'm sitting upright in my bed by that point, on high alert, stupid as I am and painfully embarrassed by that dumb little fantasy I'm cooking up. Ah, sure, I tell him. Well maybe he could describe himself then, instead, just so I have a picture in my head when I think of him, wink wink? He goes Sure thing, he’s in his early thirties, pretty fit, been working out a lot, but isn’t exactly tall. Curly hair. (I'm planning our marriage by that point) He doesn't share much more personal stuff for a while, asks more about me, until I ask about his family – we've been chatting for almost the whole night by that point.

Says he’s been through a tough time and doesn’t want to go into detail, but he’s recently gone through a separation so he’s not looking for anything new, which is why he gets off on this app, instead.

…

Dude, I literally thought I was going insane with that whole conversation, felt like I was in a corny fanfic prompt lol.

He was so secretive about what line of work he’s in, he never revealed it. And we kept chatting for days and fucking EVERY answer fit perfectly, lol.

Hey so I would have gone clinically insane if this happened to me and would have to be admitted to an institution. My jaw is dropped rn bc this is way too specific to be someone trolling me.

This would haunt me forever actually. How are you alive rn

[wiyldefire]

Hey it's me again with another random thing about autistic skill regression (It's sort of gorey just as a heads up)

So contrary to what logic might seem to dictate, you can in fact watch yourself die!

It's not some out of body experience as doctors try to resuscitate you that people use as evidence for an afterlife or as proof of the soul or anything. Nah, this is way funnier than that. You don't even realize it's happening until it's too late! And you're not even dead at the end!

Okay picture this. You're sitting at your desk at work or school or whatever. Doesn't really matter. The important thing is you're being asked to write things down. Simple! Easy! You pick up your pencil and you write.

Except when you try to read it back later, it's completely illegible. You can make out letters here and there, maybe a whole word if you're lucky. Weird, right? Whatever, you can still type, even if half the words are spelled wrong. That's what spellcheck is there for!

One day you go to leave the house to meet up with a friend for lunch. The restaurant is somewhere you've been plenty of times before, and you've always loved it. The best pasta in town!

You struggle to find it on the menu. When you ask your friend, they look confused, then laugh. You've never gotten pasta here! You've never liked pasta. If you wanted to try it, you should have told them! They know the best place to get pasta in town!

You laugh it off. They don't bring it up again. The sandwich they insist you always get tastes rotten and sour in your mouth.

You're trying to leave the house, but it isn't quite working. Something's not right and you can't seem to make it to the door, no matter how hard you try. For now you just walk back to your bedroom to recuperate.

Your legs are laying on your bed. You go up to them, confused. They're your legs, you know this, but why are they there? They're not supposed to be there! No wonder you couldn't leave.

When you call your doctor to ask what you should do, they tell you it's fine! Leg pain is normal, especially in people who walk all day. You try to clarify that they aren't hurt, they're detached. They just laugh it off and repeat themself. You try to clarify that you don't walk all day, some days you don't even leave the house. They laugh and tell you of course you walk every day, that's why your legs hurt.

You hang up.

You're sitting at your desk, getting ready to work. You've fixed your hands, you think. You can write again, at least!

It is not your handwriting.

It's messier, uneven and scrawling. Legible, but barely. You didn't know it could be worse than before you lost your hands while still being writing and not just random scribbles.

You sometimes pick up one of your fingers where your pencil was a moment ago. The doctor says not to worry. Just rest your hand and you'll be good as new!

You reach for your calculator and your hand brushes against something cold and wet.

It takes you a moment to recognize what it is. It isn't pink like you thought it would be, but that isn't surprising. The texture is stiffer than you expected.

You pick up the chunk of your brain and continue to look for your calculator.

You don't find it.

And the cherry on top? The thing that takes this from silly to outright hilarious?

No one even notices!

I mean, why would they? You're right there! How could you have died? You'd be dead! No one dies and lives to tell the tale. Silly you.

You can ignore it most of the time. As long as you do nothing you did before and act like who you were before and do everything you did before, of course.

Sometimes you brush up against an exposed nerve, the pain sending you to the floor for however long it takes to pass. Isn't that funny? You were just trying to make some food, and you move the wrong way and oops! Now you need to wait anywhere from twenty minutes to a few days to stop screaming. Fun, huh?

You get to look at relics of who you used to be, too! It's almost like being haunted by yourself. The bookshelf you keep filling despite your lack of eyes to read with, the yarn you keep buying despite your lack of hands to write with, the old symbolic awards for doing math you can't understand anymore.

So yeah, you can totally watch yourself die. Fun, huh?

[akirakirxaa]

📻

We'll answer an Akira one for this one, and we're gonna talk about Brave Shine, specifically the cover by AmaLee. And this song is just. Akira as a whole, it really is. Her whole arc in a song. Which is kinda funny cause it's such a sparkly sounding song but just. The lyrics.

It's only a dream, a single wish But it's in these hands that take aim and miss I fight it, but I can't wake up

How in the beginning she dreamed of seeing the world, finding friendship and love, learning about aether, but. It didn't turn out the way she expected.

I was given a vision of the end, But it's here in these hands that cannot mend And the memory will haunt me for all eternity

The echo awakening, the banquet, that she was a black mage (hence the "hands that cannot mend") and felt so helpless as she lost all of her friends in one swoop.

How can I destroy my weakness? Cause I wanna be stronger I need to keep them all safe but I lack the power

She left her focus on magic and aether and the craft of a black mage behind to take up Dark Knight, searching for the power to protect the ones she loved.

Never give into that ungodly night What good is a star that has lost its light? I watch as they fade one by one

Akira just keeps losing the people she cares about, and until Shadowbringers she's in a bit of a haze about it, only getting through by shoving it all to the back of her mind and heart.

We are on the same road, both you and I Like two planets, we are bound to collide And we can't seem to break free beyond our destiny

We can't get out of here without talking about Emet. This is their dynamic to a T, always fated to collide, helpless to do anything about it. Akira wanting so badly for things to be different, but knowing they can't be.

I've fallen victim to my weakness In my haste to be stronger I somehow lost it all in my hopeless bid for power Time will leave me, I don't mind It can leave us both behind

Her hubris that everything will work out catches up with her, and she's dying to the Light, and she should have known better. The temptation to give up.

Breakdown As the constellations fall and turn to dust We collide and burn until the breaking dawn Far beyond the dream we carved together The vow we've made, it's kept me strong It's been here all along, here in my hands

It could be about Akira and Raha. It could be about Azem and Emet. But I say it's about Emet and Akira even if Akira doesn't know it. They're bound together like binary stars destined to burn up in a brilliant display. They know it and they cannot escape it.

Brave shine If you need a hand to hold, then stay the night On the darkest of my days, you saved my life Far beyond the razor edge of your blade There lies a prayer that will surpass A dream I know will last throughout time

I waited to talk about the main chorus until now because this is Akira and Raha. On the darkest of my days you saved my life. In many ways. In that moment when Akira realized she knew exactly who the Exarch was, and almost too late at that, she not only realized some measure of what he'd done (if not the whole picture quite yet), but also it gave her something to truly live for again. This friend who she thought was long gone was there and he loved her enough to break the rules of time to save her. That changes a person.

If to feel pain is my fate, then I have just one thing to say Here in my scar covered heart, color will always exist I watch the last stardust rise up and fly Dust to dust, ash to ash, into the sky

This one is bolded because this is the thesis statement on Akira's character overall. She's kicked and beaten down and bloody and bruised and she has watched so many people she's loved die, some even by her own hand, but it cannot stop her, because the love was there, and it was important, and it meant something. And that's enough to keep her going, even if sometimes she doesn't feel like it.

Alright that's enough yapping from me, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk @sunderedazem! 😘

[playlist ask game]

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: Not surprised in the least actually. I guess it's time for more hugs and kisses for Hibuki to piss off Kanade in the afterlife. Hey Chisa, is Kanade there? Show her hell with this footage.

it's funny...i...had a weird...dream...when i was asleep...after falling...

A weird dream? What kind of dream?

i...woke up...in...a movie theater...a woman with...orange hair...welcomed me and...i...met...kanade...

Tch...And I thought you'd finally have a chance to be rid of her...I'm...sorry you had to dream that, Hibiki...

no...don't...i'm...glad...i had that dream...

Huh?

——————————————————————

[Afterlife Theater, shortly after Kanade's death...]

You don't look scared...Why is that?

Because you can't hurt me in here anymore...And you can't hurt anybody else either. I watched what happened on that screen, and you deserved every second of it.

...You know what's funny? I think that for the first time since we were born...What I just saw through that screen...was the first time I've ever seen you genuinely scared...

Scared of what? That green-haired freakazoid?

No. You were scared of whatever was coming after...Whether you lived, or whether you died...you'd be alone...and unable to be with me anymore.

Then the fact that we're both here is probably the universe showing me due mercy...!

No. I think we're both here because this is the last time we'll ever get to talk. So you are gonna shut up, and let me put my cards on the table this time.

You act like you're an unrivaled genius, and to your credit, you ARE pretty smart, pretty elusive, and VERY dangerous...But you have one glaring issue Kanade, and that's that you can't do anything without me! You're LOST without me!

And you think YOU'RE not lost without ME!? Your body is still alive in that world, so even if you think that you can go back there and live a normal life without me in it, my ghost is still gonna be lurking! Haunting! You HONESTLY think you can just MOVE ON FROM ME!?

NO! Of course I don't!

!!?

You're a plague on my life who's killed everybody and everything I ever loved! That trauma doesn't just disappear now that you're dead!

...We're twins...We were born a set, not to be separated...And even if we live beyond different barriers, I don't think we'll ever be apart...Even if I want to be.

...I suppose we won't...

You don't sound as happy about that as I thought you would.

Because even if that's true, not getting to actually talk to you ever again sucks...It sucks so much I want to die 3 more times...

I won't tread on your feelings by leaving you with an apology...But I hope you know that even if you take me out of it, the world that people live in is still hell, Hibiki. The world...is a horrible...despairing...desolate place full of misery...And if you go back down there, you won't have me to help you through it anymore...

If you do what you've always wanted to, and spend time with those people at the Future Foundation...they'll drag you into a war that you can't escape from...And I won't be there to protect you from it!

Egocentric as always...But the stuff you're saying is kind of right.

But you forget something. The world isn't beautiful because things last. Where there is Despair, there is Hope, and vice versa.

You're right...I AM getting pulled into a war...A war that I don't even know if we're gonna win.

But...I stand that when you take a step back, and look at the bigger picture...When you put aside all the people trying to ruin your life, and when you finally get around to taking care of the problems that plague you're life...

...The world is a very, truly, beautiful place.

[z1ll]

Hi there dear dylan, How's your life without me?

I've got letters in my chest with no name or address. I hold them closer to me than my own breath, i love you i love you i love you they all say the same no matter how many times i read. It's funny how fickle language can make you feel, no matter your logic or your knowledge. Your last message said goodbye while mine was a plea silently asking you not to leave.

I'm no hero nor a villain, all I knew was to love you, all I did was to love you, how come my book still didn't end well?

Rain drops kiss my cheek as my eyes flash with your name before it, those smiles, those giggles, those stars crossed, did they mean nothing darlin? Please tell me it wasn't just a stupid dream I once saw, and woke up with dewy eyes and melancholic haze. All my white pigeons committed suicide on threshold of your gate, I don't want to think about what I'll say if I ever run into you, I don't want to think how I'm just an erased chapter of your life while you're still a pink highlighted name in my diary. (I never had the courage to hate what we had.)

Dylan I still tremble when pictures of us together i see Don't you ever miss me? Do you never think of me? I'm still crying on the floor thinking of how I can forget my own name but I'll have difficulty forgetting that half moon smile of yours for me. I still wish sometimes we were anything but two strangers with a past buried in deep. I hope one day I forget you ever loved me. (perhaps you never did, perhaps it was just all me.)

Dylan please one day stop haunting me, please for old time's sake have mercy. Dylan please stop this heartache I carry everywhere like a souvenir of us and the way I cling to my sadness just so I can tell the world you and I were here once. Dylan please stop this growing void in my chest, your absence is heavier to bear than was the sadness of being half loved by your careless hands. Dylan please tell my foolish heart to stop for I still leave my porch lights on, just in case you accidentally forget ways and return back. Dylan please stop this burning in my lungs everytime I see you with someone else, it just hurts. I feel like screaming till I forget how I still weep somedays thinking of the time we spent together.

And dylan please just please let me breathe.

Most days i try so hard not to die, breathe by breathe I make it out alive but I still sit and cry at the love we murdered, and everything we lost. Z

[hcneygemini]

sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. II

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder, violence, manipulation

What do you even want with [ name ]?

It's been a year.

I'm afraid I couldn't tell you.

Don't take anything anyone asks you to do at face value.

You need to be careful, [ name ].

This is strictly professional.

I was told I would have a visitor today.

May I see your credentials?

But you're not here to discuss times long past, are you?

Memory is all I have.

Is this about the recent string of serial killings?

I was sent to learn from you.

We both have plenty of time.

To receive, you must also give.

I'll tell you about me, if you'll tell me about you.

Do you believe in fate?

You have a brilliant mind.

I studied psychology extensively.

Do you enjoy tormenting people?

I would not torment you.

Whoa, you sound stressed.

You know working into the night won't do you any good.

Shouldn't you be focused on your classes?

You'll be graduating soon.

[ They're / she's / he's ] a master manipulator.

You're realizing something, aren't you?

Multiple people are going missing.

So, [ she's / he's / they're ] escalating. Why?

I don't decide who lives or dies.

I'm not taking interviews.

Maybe we shouldn't talk about this right now.

You're staring.

I needed to stock up while I stay nearby for a few days.

Do you have dogs?

I can't help if I don't have the full picture.

I could give you the recipe for the sauce for the ribs. It really boosts the flavor.

Can't this wait until after dinner?

What's so funny?

I'm not here to discuss my mental state.

I'm afraid I've been too busy to catch up on news.

You're not what I expected.

Did you call only to accuse me of being manipulative?

You think I'm being paranoid.

It was a calculated risk, believe me.

I'm surprised you read the tabloids.

Being kind isn't always manipulation.

You're looking kinda queasy.

You didn't do anything wrong.

We both could be in danger.

Do you fear death?

That's what you want, isn't it? To be in control?

What do you gain by being here?

[ He's / they're / she's ] toying with you.

You're quite feisty.

Was it difficult to slip back into a fantasy? To return to playing a part?

To you, everyone is either a lamb doomed for slaughter or a play thing.

I'm going to get you out of here, okay?

You're tough as nails. You're going to be fine.

I told you not to do this alone.

Don't you think the hospital makes enough money without you buying their mediocre bouquets?

You saved my life.

I think we can be useful to each other.

You'll get a shiny new placard on your door to say that you faced down two serial killers and survived.

We're both haunted. I saw it the first time we met.

I'm not much the artistic type.

Every kill will cling to your mind. You just grow. . . accustomed.

Are you always this vague?

What's in it for you?

'Slaughter' is a strong word.

You're using yourself as bait.

It really claws its way into your brain.

You talk like I'm a burden.

My personal life isn't a story to be told.

I can have you out of here in minutes.

I can let you sink or swim.

You're not capable of that.

I can portray you as mysterious and intimidating or as charming and disarming.

That almost sounded like a compliment.

I haven't been getting much sleep.

Something's wrong here. This doesn't make sense.

You look like hell. What happened back there?

Some might say this is a conflict of interest.

I've been waiting so long.

How would you feel if I said your [ spouse / partner ] would be better off without you?

This is a trap.

What's the fun in that?

I've lived somewhere like this once.

How did you know that?

Your sense of justice has been warped.

It changed you, but you can still come back.

You're to be my masterpiece.

They don't understand me like you do.

I will be the perfect Psyche to your Cupid.

I can make it quick and painless.

Are you any good with stitches?

In this day and age, it's impossible to escape that kind of scrutiny.

I want to be witness to what comes from this.

How would your [ spouse ] feel about you feigning a marriage with someone else?

I can't tell in what way you're being rude, but I know it's rude.

I thought you of all people would be capable of improvising, [ name ].

You don't want to see me improvise, [ name ].

It seems you've been abandoned.

I would suggest keeping yours wits about you.

I let emotion get the better of me.

I can't just let you leave here.

I'm not easy to persuade. Apparently I'm stubborn.

I've never seen you bite your tongue before.

I always wanted to visit Berlin.

It's a lovely morning, isn't it?

Survival isn't what it's all cracked up to be.

[consumeroflemoans]

Turns out I lied and I'm back with another ask

It's an entirely different scenario and requires much less explaining, I feel like I should mention I put my last ask in a word counter and I managed to rack up 2.449 words which is something for a Tumblr ask, a new record too, the first lighthouse ask was just above 1000

So, I've mentioned food from my childhood that haunt me to this day before in the form of Raw Fish Onion Sandwich, but I'm getting into another one that I want to inflict on Vil

Also, fucking wild that we're only one hour apart time wise right now, I googled it when you mentioned what time zone you're normally in and usually I've got a solid seven hours on you

But back to the dish, I recently remembered this monstrosity when someone brought it up, crumb noodles with fruit

I googled the translation and those images don't do it justice so if you want a picture of what I mean google "Bröselnudeln mit Obst"

So just noodles mixed with bread crumbs with like baked canned fruit on top, it tastes bad and the texture is a nightmare, the noodles are somehow dry despite having the fruit juice on them and the bread crumbs rub against your tounge weird, it's Bad

It's real Bad and I hate it

It's not a very common dish and it's more renowned as like the food your grandma would make for you

I think wether or not Vil likes it, anything involving it is just kind of funny

If we suppose he does, I'm thinking about him making it for people he's close to perhaps Epel, honestly Epel kind of seems like he'd actually enjoy it, or of course Idia and Idia has to go like "Vil, I love you, but this is fucking repulsive and it's not because of your cooking"

If we suppose he doesn't like it, I can still see firstly Epel enjoying it and Vil having a look of horror in his eyes or if we do a meet-the-parents thing where Vil introduces Idia to his dad or takes him to some family thing because he likes having his boyfriend around and whoever cooked brings out that fucking thing and Vil gets a thousand yard stare, puts his hand over Idia when he attempts to pick up his fork and spoon and only says: "Don't eat that"

Idia is a little bit relieved to have been stopped

-Leuchtturm

Honestly if Vil was inflicted by that as a child I think I can judge his taste of plain ass chicken and vegetables a little less. I would also be traumatized into eating the default meal

I think to combat that Idia needs to introduce him to Greek dishes. Spanakopita and tzatziki could fix Vil. He’d love them trust.

Idia is just barely saved from the grandma food and afterwards he plans an outing with his own parents where they set up a feast for him

[beanghostprincess]

Like I already said, I love how you see Buggy. I can so understand him and his reaction after the flashback. But there is something about Shanks in that moment that keeps me thinking. Everytime we see young Shanks he seems so determinded and happy for the future and he clearly sees him sailing with Buggy together.

But after Rogers death something seems to change in him. And his reaction to Buggy is a bit stange. He doesn´t just say they are not ready yet, something I think Buggy would have undestood. It´s as if there is something that bothering him, his carfree demeanor seems odd, like he tries to hide his true feelings. And I´m not sure if it is just Rogers death that let him think that he isn´t ready.(which would be reason enough) Remember, the Marines didn´t catch Roger he let them catch him. And I Iike to think Buggy and Shanks know that, because of what we see from them at Rogers execution.

And then there is that one picture where Shanks is crying in Rogers arms. Did he just tell him that he will leave, did he tell him he was sick? Or was there more? It wouldn´t be the first time, we think we know what happened just to later learn that there is more.

Shanks is still a mystery and I hope that one day we learn his side of view of what happened. But one thing is clear, he hasn´t forgotten Buggy and I don´t think he forgott his promise to Buggy. (Promises are very importent in One Piece)

Wow, that got longer than I thought. I just find this two so intresting, that I can´t stop thinking and rambling about them.

I love how Shanks is this mysterious character that has some deep, dark background we don't know anything about because it makes people think he's this evil and powerful entity and I'm just like- Wouldn't it be funny if he was just a good guy but with a secret that's been haunting him for years and actually the one who has been suffering the most bc of it it's just himself? We joke a lot about Shanks missing Buggy, but losing his best friend the same day his captain dies must've been pretty fucked up. And yeah, I also think there's something going on with him and it happened around that time, so let's just wait and see what Oda has planned for him!

[prittyvenus]

The Medium and the Nameless Ghouls

Case file 003-4 Terzo file the haunting

After getting the bishop’s name from Dewdrop, the cops began the investigation. Omega and Phil are both willing to help but Phil’s past life is beginning to unravel along with phantoms of the past. Can Sara help solve the crisis that’s plaguing him?

Sara heard a loud shriek that woke her up in the middle of the night. Then she saw the phantom ghost of Primo sitting on a chair next to her bed. She was afraid at first but then she calmed down when she realized who it was. "Grandpa?" She says as she gets closer to the phantom. Then he gave a warm smile to her as she traced his face with her hands.

Footsteps came to her door and loud banging came out. "Sara wake up! We have a ghost problem!"

"Hold that thought." She told him. "I’m coming!" She yelled at the door.

When Sara opened the door, a terrified Thomas was out of breath. "Sara, a ghost has the officers held hostage."

"That's funny, I thought you guys don't want me because, and I Quote 'The Demon of the Police Force'. So, why should I even help you?"

"Look, don't start shit," Thomas yelled. "Just help us out, okay!"

"You're not my superior officer," Sara told Thomas. "So, you can't say shit, and after that fiasco at the meeting, why should I help you?"

"You fucking bitch."

"Feelings mutual, ass hole." Sara shuts the door, and a very disappointed Primo stares at Sara. "What?"

He hands gestures to Sara. "Signorina, no. You don't disrespect your colleague like that."

"I'm not disrespecting him. I'm just giving a good dose of karma." Primo folded his arms and gave a stern look on his face. "Look grampa, I know that you want what is best for me, but you're not my dad, and I'm not going to apologize."

Then Detective Stevens started to yell. "Sara, we got an aggressive spirit on our hands. Can you negotiate with it?"

Primo continues to sternly look at Sara and starts to tap his foot. "Urrr… fine, I'll do it!" Sara opens the door. "But I'm still not going to apologize." Primo smiled and followed Sara. Sara went downstairs and yelled, "Alright where is it?" She found a group of seven officers shaking in a corner and a phantom Secondo in his papa attire staring down at them. "Really? You guys are the toughest men out there, and you can’t even handle one ghost." Secondo turned around and looked at Sara. "If I talk to him, you guys better give me an apology after this." Secondo began to analyze her. "Sorry, about that, my name is Sara, and…"

Secondo grabs her chin and pulls her closer to him. He sees the pentagram in her left eye and carefully analyzes it. "Questa è una vera maledizione? Come l'hai presa?"

"Excuse me? I don’t understand…"

Secondo interrupted Sara. "The curse in your left eye, how did you get it?"

"From a high-level demon. It’s a long story."

One of the female officers shouted from the right-side banister. "There’s a headless man in the bathtub!"

Sara told Secondo. "Hold that thought." Then she marched up the stairs and asked "Where is it?" The officer pointed her at the open door of the hallway. She looked inside and saw a headless man lying in the bathtub filled with blood and water. The officers were too scared to go inside. "Really? You guys never handled a crime scene before?" The officers are shocked "I swear you’re all a bunch of rookies!" she yelled in a harsh voice. "Get me the rubber gloves so I can handle this!" Sara got the gloves and puts them on, and then she takes pictures with her phone, then she goes to the rack and grabs a small towel, and then she goes to the drain. "I don’t feel anything suspicious,” She puts the towel around the drain and slowly releases the plug. "The water should come down and then we can check for evidence." Soon she spotted some black hair floating around the water. "I think I found the head." She grabbed the head by the hair, then the body grabbed Sara by the arm then pulled her in close to the tub. Sara punched the body in the stomach and it leaned towards the head. She pulled the body back and then grabbed the head and pulled it out of the water. All of the officers screamed and ran away. "What a bunch of rookies…" She says with embarrassment "Well, at least you’re out of the water, Terzo."

Terzo opened his eyes and said, "Grazie, amore mio." Then he winked and smiled at her.

Sara took a deep breath and said "Damn, I hate my job." Then Sergeant Jackson appeared at the door. "I think we need to retrain the officers on how to handle a crime scene," she said as she put his head back into the tub. "Close your eyes and hold still." She said as she got out her phone.

"Make sure you get my good side," Terzo said to her. Sara snapped some more pictures from different angles. Then she noticed that the body was out of place, from the previous photos.

The officers peeked into the bathroom and Sergeant George looked at the door. "We are going to have a meeting about this." He said in a stern voice. "Tomorrow morning in the war room. Sara, can you send me the pictures when you are done."

"Of course, sir." She said as she rearranges Terzo's body to make it look like it was in the first set of photos. Then she reshoots the photos and she puts away her phone. "Okay, thank you for your time, Terzo." She said as she puts Terzo's head on his body.

Terzo said "Grazie" Sara helped lifted his body out of the tub and then she heard footsteps from behind her.

"Please, allow us to take care of Master Terzo," Omega said as he helps Terzo to his feet and out of the bathtub. Phil rushed in with a bathrobe and silk pajama pants and started to dress Terzo in them.

Sara went downstairs and sees Secondo and Primo arguing in Italian. "Come potevo sapere che è tua nipote!" Secondo gave him the hand gesture. "Hai parlato a malapena di tua moglie anche dopo che ti ha lasciato!"

"Se n'è andata perché ha trovato la famiglia che sta crescendo nostro figlio e ha detto che non tornerà finché non sarà con lei." He points his finger at Secondo. "Non mi metti mai quel tono di voce. Non dimenticare che sono stato io a crescere te e Terzo dopo che papà ci ha abbandonati, Secondo."

"Is everything okay grampa?" Sara asked.

"No, piccolo mio, everything is fine." Primo looks at Sara. "What happened to your clothes, mio figlio?"

Sara looks at her shirt. "Oh, I was playing crime scene with Uncle Terzo." She shows the pictures on her phone.

"Perché hai messo uno straccio intorno allo scarico?" Secondo asked.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Sara asked, "I don't understand the language."

"What? You don’t speak Italian." Terzo asked as he was going downstairs. Secondo and Primo were shocked that he was still in flesh but was bleeding from his throat.

"Omega can you and Phil get the first aid kit for Uncle Terzo?" She asked. "We don’t want him making the house, to look like a crime scene."

Terzo looks confused. Then he looks at the small masked ghoul before he vanishes. "Wait, what?" Terzo looked at Sara.

"Why won't we sit down and have ourselves some coffee," Sara told the three men. "there's a lot to discuss."

Case file closed

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[comfreyhollywings]

the thing about you is that you never notice the border between kindness and what, in society's standards, is counted as "actual flirting." and like, that wouldn't be an actual problem because you were always the kid that laid low. in most cases, you'd say you're a pretty normal human being who went to school, worked two jobs, and bought groceries after making ends meet. and that was fine. you were fine with that.

except for the fact that your roommate's form hovers over you, goat horns curling on each side of their head while their void gaze stare at you. literally, nothing but everlasting nothingness haunts you down. their talons, laughably big, holding the small android phone you introduced them to several years ago. they're not really saying anything, just.. staring. they're always staring, of course. demons don't really have to blink.

"what?" you ask, blinking. "was it something i said?"

they don't really answer. what you get is equivalent to that of a blink. or was it actually a blink? do demons blink? it's something similar to that, the shape of his hollow eyes narrowing. you just know that they kinda look away. it's hard to read them. but you know their exhale is half-amused, half exasperated. "i don't know. is it something you've said?"

a spike of agitation. but you bite your tongue. right. because it's always like this with them. you try to make a joke, they just give you the same look as the one you're giving right now. when you think of the word menace, their direct picture come up to you. of course it'd be fucking subtle. you're not one to exactly have the patience of a saint. so you throw your hands up in frustration. "jared, this is the fourth time you're pulling something like this off—"

"and this is why we need to work on your social skills. your nuances are lacking." jared interrupts, hooves clopping over to you with a lazy point of their talons. you're really trying not to bristle at their patronizing tone, but in all honesty, it's pissing you off as they continue. "remember the day you leaned on the piano? told me about all keys i was playing?"

you slowly turn your head, narrowing your eyes. "yes..? why?"

"the chord you pointed out was like.. a very well known innuendo in hell. a lot of musicians hang about there. you're telling me i was nearly as skilled as solomon."

you remember that. the hyperfixiation tangent/joke about him from the bible. you remember telling him, ah yes, your play your piano like solomon does writing song of songs, blink a couple times again, then furrow your brows in confusion. "okay? and?"

"solomon gets fawned over in the realms of hell. it's not often heard of but.. well.. " jared's talons rake against the wooden table, the fourth deep scratch they've made today. god, you need a new table for this shit. "song of songs is literally a song about sex. you're literally telling me i'm fuckable by even mentioning song of songs."

your brain whirrs to a stop. you blank out for a minute. it's been a hot minute since you read song of songs, but.. "what?"

"yeah." jared sighs, their voice rumbling in their chest. they grab the bible they've been chewing on, like a goat, and rips a page out to plops it into their mouth. "we really need to work on your social skills. specifically your literacy. i'm not even the first person you've been doing this to. ms. 'you look-so-cute-to-every-single-pretty-person-you-come-across'. it's honestly horrifying how much you don't see what comes across their faces next. real tragic. i don't know how you keep doing this, but you have a gift in flirting no matter the culture."

you're frozen in your seat, eyes averting when your hands slide down. "i thought i was being polite? wasn't i just being funny?"

"no. you literally have the subtlety of a volcano." they state flatly, armor clanking when approaching you. "think of it this way though: the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. you're already one step ahead over dominating the hell out of people.”

Your roommate is a hulking demon, a former warlord with millennia of combat experience, and the picture of menace and brutality. Apparently, they were under the impression that you’ve been flirting with them “with the subtlety of a volcano” and you have NO idea how.

[bluephoenixblog]

What I read in Jan & Feb

Aztec Myths and Legends ( JK Jackson, Forward. ) Moon Magic & House Magic ( Aurora Kane ) were all for research for a story I'm writing. I do allot of research for allot of various reasons but I figured I just note it down.

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Hyde's YA Creepers books I found at the Doller store.  So, I spent around 6 bucks for them all ($1.25) Witch isn't bad.  I will say when I looked the Author up allot of reviews he did not like his books because of his grammar and spelling errors.  Some of it I personally wondered if it was more of Phrenetic/frenetic spelling but I could read and understand what was going on in all five books. Just be papered. I myself have allot of issues with dyslexia so I'm not as harsh with others writing and grammar. If I can understand it I'm good and I only spend a couple of dollars on the books so I don't think I of all people should be b*tching.

I also tried to research a little about them and try and get og publish dates. I'm not sure after looking them up why the new dollar story version have them numbered? Huh-uh *shrug* They don't connect so maybe this was for people like me trying to get the whole series reprint collection. Maybe.

And yes they are allot like Goosebumps just not as scary and not as well written BUTTT I would still read them for fun annnd if you have kids to read them to then they aren't scary.

Creepers:

The Piano(2009), It's a Creepy PIANO! PLaying Music By itself! But is it all as bad as it seems? Nah it ends up being a good thing. Its short and then it goes from OH NO to aw that was kinda sweet.  It goes from being something kind of haunted and maybe scary to a bit emotionally corny. Which is fine, I like positive ghost stories.

Stage Fright (2007), This one is more Goosebumps like and has a bit more Scare to it. It's very Witch centered. (I love the dollar store cover with the witch's around the caldron. As well as the pictures inside the book are creepy. Chloe Tyler as the Illustrator) This is a short story you should read during Halloween for the fun of it.  Out of all five of these books I'd put this on top of the list to recommend.

Pen Pals (1997),  When teenagers spend too much time at the cemetery being a bit edgy. And getting creepy letters and notes.  I feel like the ending page wasn't scary or shocking or anything other than edgy and this was meh of a read.

The Golden Goblet (2000???), This one feels not really scary to me or it’s just hard for me to see this as a horror story witch isn't bad.  Witch is sad because It opens up telling the reader that this is about an Ancient Scottish family. Also, it is bad that I did like Shona's Granny more than Shona. LOL . Then I think the ending was happy? Gran Lives so all is well? I also think that this one though not my fav is properly one of the best written out of the five books I read. I think its fine it just wasn't for me.

Ghost Writer (2010), This was a good one to end the whole lot on.  I also love the Dollar store cover. this was the one that caught my eye and made me get them all.  This is a good ghost story. A couple of dumb kids, a mysterious ghost, bad dreams/ nightmares, and an interesting concept of the horror of the ghost. it is one I would recommend.  I will say I don't think the ending is the best.  But I think it’s fun and simple for a kids book.

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Aggretsuko: Metal to the Max ( by Brenda Hickey, D.J. Kirkland, and Daniel Barnes)

I was given this comic book and it brings me so much joy. I am a big Hello Kitty and Sanrio, so anything cute and colorful like this comic brings me joy. Also, I think Retsuko is just funny. How she deals with her office job and her personal stress is always in a humor base manner but her issues are still there and still valid to where most adults can get or understand.

Like the stress of someone coming to work sick and the current real world issues with and lets just have them turn into zombies, that's the humor I personally enjoy.

As well as the Story titles being Metal Song references.  Also, if you liked the Netflix show you'll like the comics. there like mini episodes.

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Best for Last for January

Dexter By Jeff Lindsay, I found books 1 and 4 at a thrift store for A Doller, so I had to get 2 and 3 from Audible since I had credit's and didn't want to buy them new at B&N (imma poor) 

Darkly Dreaming Dexter, 2.Dearly Devoted Dexter,3. Dexter in the Dark, 4.Dexter by Design.

I enjoy How different they came be from the show but still really love the show. There are times where Dexter I think is very distractingly different from the Book Dexter and Vis versa.  But I'm just going to talk about the first four books. A little bit, I might save some of my thoughts for a bigger post about All the books witch I'm not done reading yet. I actually have a history of only reading the first three and not finishing this was the first time I read book 4. So, yay me.

I think what I’ll say for now is, If you want a story about a very troubled man that will make you think allot about morels and see into a point of view of what many would call a monster while dealing with mondain middle aged life drama then I think this could peek your interest but mostly the way Dexter thinks and the way he deals with his issues in an unhealthy manner is the lure of the books.

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Oh February

I did not get to read as much as I wanted to this (feb) month.

Pets' Letters to God (by Mark Bricklin) Is one of those gift books/ pocket books from Hallmark. There's a free book bin at my local library and sometimes I get the weirdest to funniest books ever. this is for fun and humor. Like

quote "Dear God, Is it a sin to escape from your cage? ~ Robby." end quote

Then there's a picture of a hamster escaping from his page. Like to me that's funny and silly and isn't super serious.

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I Am Pusheen the Cat and The Many Lives of Pusheen the Cat       

(by Claire Belton)

I've had these books in the past but someone gave me another set of copies of them and I had to read them to my nieces. They are not hard reads and some of the comic pages don't even have words just cute Pusheen.

meow

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Circe (by Madeline Miller)  So I am a big fan of her previous book The Song Of Achilles. I think Miller has a way of retelling old Greek Mythology stories with a bit of nuance. With a bit more retelling of the stories with stuff that was or had been in mythology but people over time took out for whatever reason.

So, this book... Circe is a character-driven book and her going through her life (aka her mythology) With Circe being very well written. (it helps to me that it's written by a women) If you like the Odyssey but wanted for whatever reason wanted a more liner and in detailed story about Circe or who she is, I’d say hay go read this. I’d also say If you want a different perspective of events told (mostly) in the Odyssey I think this will interest you. Also, very human issues and trauma of those old time. More than just someone who turns men into animals aka piggy's.

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So, I'm posting this in the Middle of March and let me tell you I've already read Two books that I'm existed to review but with time being a bit all over the place I don't know I’ll get a post out at the end of march or the first week of April or do a two in one post again.