#i only cheated for the painting puzzle

[littlegalerion]

Sir, who gave you permission to be this way?

[tonixe]

"I only have eyes for the King'

n.o.t.e.s - I have been watching some royal tv shows and movies, and it made me think of this. Also, I love kyle sm. ✩

w.a.r.n - Some Nsfw mention fluff, cheating, and violence.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Kyle Broflovski x Queen!reader ✩

w.c. - 1.1k

part two: II

A long time ago in Zaron, a young queen was ruling over the Kupa Kingdom, trying to find a 'husband' to rule but her only real intention was to produce an heir to rule after her.

You fixed your gown and your French hood, sitting down on your throne. Guard surrounding you with protection. You crossed your legs holding your head with your palm.

Your head is filled with boredom from your past suitors trying to get your attention, you sat there with boredom in your eyes. You were getting tired, as your squire and lady-in-waiting saw.

"The next suitor up is Clyde Donovan, The Duke of Kraghon" you're ellman announced. You place your head on your fisted hand on the throne bar.

Most of your suitors were old men trying to seek power. A few were young but there were merely a few royal titles, not much to bring to the table but their healthy sperm were able to create an heir to your kingdom.

The duke was one the examples of what you thought. He was young and handsome, pure, and had eyes filled with hope. But not enough to woo you short.

Soon there wasn't any suitor to read off of.

"Is it done?" you asked uncrossing your legs and looking at your officer.

"Yes, my grace" he bowed as he spoke to you.

"I'll be leaving to return to my chambers" You got up from the throne with the help of one of your guards, soon walking onto the beautiful tapestries leading down to the huge doors, that started to open by the guards, your lady in waiting following suit.

The guards, servants, officers, and political figures bowed down to you before you left the room.

Walking down the hallways in the big palace, your heels clicking onto the marble floor. Soon one of your paladin ran towards you and he stopped when spotting you, his landing audible.

"M-my grace" he stutters out

"What happened," you asked the paladin.

"My grace, the king of the elven kingdom is coming, for a talk with you," he said as he bowed down.

"Make sure to keep the knights on guard for his arrival," you said as you glanced at the blonde paladin bowing down to your feet bowing down.

"Yes, my grace" the blonde man bowed as he ran away.

"My grace," your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny, spoke up, her blonde hair braided into two, as she was wearing a purple dress. "Shall we start planning for the King's arrival" she spoke up.

"I suppose so; we can't show the enemy of our faults," you spoke, holding your hands together as you glanced past her. You don't have the greatest relationship with the Elf king due to past arguments with the red-headed king. The only thing you would agree with about your ex-husband would be how annoying he was.

"Kenny inform the staff of the King's arrival" you spoke softly as you look at the blonde princess.

"Yes my queen" She curtsies, walking away from you as you hear the clicking of her steps. It puzzled you how the red-headed king was coming to the kingdom, you glance at the color-stained window, adorn by the long satin red curtains.

It hasn't been this loud in the palace ever since the time that you used to be a past ruler or such would say your 'husband' has been ruling over, King Eric, the grand wizard they say.

The real person who should be dead, stealing the stick of truth and lying to his followers more than that, he lied to many kingdoms and the elf kingdom. It didn't even matter. You got your revenge on him cheating on you with Duchess Heidi Turner, destroying them both. Revenge for Cartman makes them look like a fool, while he prances around the duchess not even making it discrete from the kingdom. Painting you as to a fool.

It was because of him you did it.

Sneaking into the elf king's chamber through a beautiful rug, wrapping yourself in, only wearing an elegant, revealing nightgown that barely covered anything before you stripped yourself bare for him.

That was the first night.

But not the only night you had with the elf king, using his influence to kick your 'husband' off the throne.

The memory haunting your mind, the thought of the elf king touching your nude skin, as he kissed your delicate skin, covering your body in love bites. Kissing you passionately, your moans slipping from your lips.

While he touched you in places he shouldn't. your chastity was gone from the beginning; you didn't pass it to your husband; you gave it to his enemy and an enemy supposedly of yours.

He is supposed to be your enemy, not your lover, the history of both of your kingdoms built up a great rivalry.

But it felt like when you were with him, you were free. You always dreamed of him, and you have children together as you prance through the field of flowers with your children and on in the way. As you wrap your arms around his neck, he kisses you lovingly.

But that dream has been crushed by politics and war; as you sighed out, looking at your knights walking to the front guarding the castle.

[A few days later]

You were in your chambers, maids helping you get into your dress. You sat at your vanity, and your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny helped with brushing your hair and placing it on your French hood.

"You look beautiful, my queen," she said as she lifted up your lip brush to apply red paint on your lips. "Thank you, Princess Kenny" You fluttered your eyes at her, making her cheek turn pink.

After Kenny finished up your makeup, she gave you a curtsy and walked out of the room as you turned yourself to your vanity, picked up your powder puff, and applied powder to your face.

You heard knocking on the door.

"Come in," you spoke as you slipped on your white gloves.

Your paladin came in with news; you assumed, "My queen, he's here, waiting for you" As he bowed down to you, your eyes widened at the name, "I'll be there," you said, "Thank you" you looked at Butters, as you dismissed him off.

You didn't know what was going to happen in the meeting, but you were ready for anything, though for him being a past 'lover' he was just a pawn for you to play against your ex-husband.

As you powder your face some more, fixing up your makeup before you exit your chambers, your lady-in-waiting waiting outside for you as she is accompanied you to the awaiting elven king.

Your long emerald-colored dress inched from the floor as you held your hands together, walking to the council room. Making contact with the red-headed king before looking away and sitting on one of the two throne chairs in the room, Princess Kenny sitting on the council chairs.

"Shall we start?" the red-headed king said.

"Yes, we shall" you made eye contact with the king.

[shockinglyangel]

THE SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT TO YOU SINGINV BREAKUP SONGS (MODERN ERA)

NOT PROOFREAD

DRACO

You walked in Draco's dorm screaming the muggle song "before he cheats."

Draco looked at you with a puzzled expression, his eyebrows furrowed as you made your way over to him.

"Carved my name into his leather seats!" you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to sit up from his laying down position on his bed.

"What did i do now?" He sighed, placing a hand on your hand which was on his shoulder and bringing it to his lips, leaving a light kiss.

You pulled your hand away from his touch and threw your arms into the air. "slashed a hole in all four tires!" You sang loudly.

Draco laying back down with his book in hand and trying his best to ignore you.

"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." You bobbed your head to the song playing in your headphones.

Draco shook his head with a small smile, "wasn't me, probably one of your other boyfriends."

THEO

You were dancing around your dorm while cleaning it and listening to your favourite playlist.

"Please don't be in love with someone else." You sang loudly while spinning a shirt above your head and skipping around your room happily.

Theo stood in the open doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a large smirk painting his face. "Nice singing, love."

You looked at him with a large smile on your face and put the shirt back down, blowing a loss strand of hair out of your face while continuing dancing to the music. "Please. Don't. Be. In. Love. With. Someone. Else!" You sang louder than before, a Theo smiling at the way you shook your head to the song.

Making your way over to him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him into the center of the room, the two of you laughing as you spun him around a couple of times.

"I dont think i could ever love someone else." He placed a kiss on your cheek.

BLAISE

You laid in bed beside your boyfriend, the two of you paying attention and listening to the songs that were playing while talking about everything and anything you had on your mind.

You bopped your head to the sound of the music and hummed along to it begire singing. "Nevermind i'll find someone like you," you whispered with a small laugh while looking into Blaise's eyes, his arm resting under your head while your legs intertwined.

Blaise's mouth fell agape. "Is this your way of breaking up with me?"

He chuckled to himself as you closed your eyes and sang the next line. "Wow, I see how it is." He pulled his arm from under your head and rolled over on his back with his arms folded, struggling to hold in his laugh.

You giggled and threw yourself on top of him. "Adele is top tier."

Blaise wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes locking into yours. "Stop singing it like you're single," he placed a kiss on your lips. "You'll never have a reason to sing these for as long as I live."

"Are you saying that you're going to leave me in the afterlife?"

MATTHEO

You sat at your desk listening to songs while finishing up some homework, you were singing along to the songs that came on, "if the world was ending you'd come over right?" You vocalised the words while scribbling something on the parchment before you.

Mattheo made his way into the dorm with a bag of food in hand, something you had ordered him to go grab for your late night study session.

He stopped in his tracks after closing the door with his foot, listening to the song that was playing.

He placed the food on his bed and rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone that was emitting the music and quickly skipped the song, putting on of his favourites on.

"Mattheo!" you whined, moving to look at him. "I was listening to that."

He scoffed and passed you some food from one of the bags. "You only listen to that if we somehow breakup or I die."

LORENZO

Lorenzo was perched at his desk drawing something into his sketchbook while you sat on his bed, your headphones blasting music into your ears.

You hummed along to one song, your eyes focused on the shirt you were crocheting for pansy's birthday present. "This is the potential break up song," you sang along happily to the lyrics, your body unintentionally shuffling along to it. "just admit that you're wrong."

Lorenzo lifted his head to look at you with a slight smile. "Stop listening to breakup songs."

You brought your hand up to your ear and removed one of the headphones, pushing it to the side of your head so you could hear him. "Potential breakup song." You corrected, a mischievous smile on your face.

He rolled his eyes and got back to his work, only looking at you once more. "Is this the song you'll listen to if we break up?"

You nodded, "I have a playlist of these Berkshire." You threatened.

Lorenzo laughed, "you won't be needing those, might as well delete them."

TOM

You laid splayed our on Tom's bed, your body imitating a starfish while you sang along to the song playing (more like screamed)

"NO, NO TE PREOCUPES POR MÍ!!!" You closed your eyes, not paying attention to your boyfriend entering the room. "AQUÍ TODO SIGUE IGUAL COMO CUANDO ESTABAS TÚ!!!"

Tom charge his way over to the bed, a look of disgust on his face, he only new a minuscule amount of Spanish and had no idea what you were saying."

"What are you doing?" He asked rudely, you opening your eyes to see an upside down tom in your vision.

You gave him a smile, "singing." You replied with an obvious tone.

Tom's face scrunched into one of distaste as he turned the song off.

You gasped and reached back over to turn it on again, he went to say something but you lifted your hand to silence him. "Just let me finish this one."

He huffed in annoyance but let you continue.

[seancekitsch]

Cobweb Summer: A Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Reader fic

Aemond has liked you since he met you, so much so that your room in the Targaryen summer estate has an adjoining bathroom to him. He supports your indie Perfume and Cologne brand and makes sure you get invites to every red carpet event his family can pulls strings with. Aemond wants nothing more than to give you his mother's ring one day. the only problem? You've been in a PR stunt of a relationship with his older brother for the past two years, and you've just caused a public scandal. aegon x reader, aemond x reader

A/N, Warnings, etc: this came to me in a dream but im only gonna continue if like, people like this lol. drinking, smoking, toxic relationships, cheating, tmz is its own warning, this'll get explicit later

Aemond swipes up on the app for twitter, sick of all of the judgement and commentary he sees, and most of all, pictures of you. It’s not you that he minds, it’s the fact that in said pictures you’re wrapped around Aegon and smiling and showing off diamonds he draped you in accompanied by vicious rumors of infidelity and gold digging. It’s just as you said would happen, and he contemplates venmoing you a courtesy five to accept your inevitable ‘I told you so’ rant later tonight. 

BOSS BABE AND OLD MONEY: RECIPE FOR DISASTER? (Link: popcrave)

Of course Y/n would try to disgrace the Targaryens, she was a STARFUCKER at the end of the day. 

… tarnishing the Targaryen name…

Countless other tweets using words to describe you that make Aemond want to commit some terroristic crime. No one should speak about you like that, even if you called it ahead of time.

It’s almost exactly what you said they’d say when he found you on the balcony Saturday morning.

You looked beautiful, you always do, but this time in a perfectly disheveled way. You’re barefoot on the balcony of your bedroom, make up smeared, hair wild, your Vivienne Westwood dress from last night bunched up and wrinkled, your collar of necklaces askew and more than a few had turned so the clasps were resting along your throat. You were smoking one of his cigarettes, staring down below. 

“Rough morning?” Aemond remembers asking, and now feels stupid for even saying anything. It wasn’t like you to look anything other than put together. He’d come to your room that morning to find it empty, which was not unusual, ready to flop himself on your bed and smoke and chat shit before breakfast like he was doing every morning this summer. 

You looked at him, eyes red and rimmed with unshed tears, and something in Aemond broke. He’d seen you angry, seen you throw glasses and screech and threaten to stab his brother with your Louboutins. He’d held you in a way a boyfriend’s brother probably shouldn’t while you, hungover, did a social media wipe to purge Aegon’s reputation of the night before.

“Wanna watch the beans dry with me?” you asked. What the fuck? Aemond, puzzled, looked down below the balcony, and sure enough there were baked beans dumped onto the hood of Aegon’s white Range Rover. 

“Why beans?” Aemond asked, knowing it was probably deserved.

“Lysa informed me that once they dry you have to get the entire paint job redone,” you say, “But it’s been like two hours and they still look wet.”

“Hmm,” Aemond couldn’t think of something to say. He had no doubt Aegon deserved whatever got his car covered in beans. Aegon was always doing something. 

“Lysa also informed me that she found Aeg this morning in bed with Baela’s plus one,” you rolled your eyes, and Aemond noticed how pretty your make up from last night looked, even if smeared. 

Last night had been your birthday celebration, a bacchanal of a fancy dress party on the grounds of the Targaryen summer estate, a sprawling castle with a lake. You’d picked fairy tales as a theme, everyone in corsets and embellished Rococo era frocks and wings and suits of armor. You’d blown out the candles with your supposedly loving boyfriend and took pictures for the press and everything looked perfect. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Aegon to sleep separately, in fact, it was so common Alicent made sure you had your own room in both the regular house and the summer estate, which Aemond was sure you had to be thankful for. 

Apparently despite the party, all was not well, which was no surprise when it came to Aegon doing his part. Aegon had a habit of pulling these kinds of stunts, but never so publicly disrespectful as to let you and the maids find out. You were fine with indiscretions, as you had told Aemond once, but not with humiliation or disrespect. He could have someone’s on the side of this sham of a public relations stunt, as long as he didn’t make you look like a fool. You hadn’t had yours, whether it be from actual affection or just laziness, Aemond didn’t know. Which he figured was odd, as he thought he knew you well. You were his friend first before all of this mess, as it was. 

“I’m sorry,” he offered, and he remembers how you scoffed at him.

“Why? It’s not like you would fuck someone at my birthday party,” you ashed your cigarette dangerously close to his hand where it rested on the stone railing. 

It was unsurprising when Aemond hit his older brother in front of the guests after breakfast.

In the aftermath of the weekend, all of the revelers have left, and Aegon in his ruined Range Rover having gone back to his penthouse in King’s Landing again to pretend to work from home for the firm. It’s not that Aemond hates his brother, he as quite a bit of love for him, but Aemond lost any desire to go clubbing or on a boys weekend with him once this arrangement between you and he began, and his temper has been more than erratic. 

Aemond knows you’re probably reading all of this, probably distracting yourself from work and making yourself sick. He pushes himself off the couch in the main parlor and takes himself through the seemingly endless corridors, through his bedroom, through your shared bathroom, and into your bedroom. He only needs to look up, to the little lofted study Alicent had contractors build for you; Alicent has quite the affection for you, most likely because of your importance to at least two of her children, and because the two of you gossip like fiends about your shared favorite authors. 

“I told you so,” you say, not even bothering to look away from your macbook, absolute venom in your tone. 

“What would you have me do? Kill my brother? Kill Isla?” He asks, quickly climbing the little spiral staircase with his long legs, “You say the word, I’ll do anything for my oldest friend.”

You don’t make any comment about how realistically you’re the only friend he has that he isn’t related to. 

“Who’s Isla?” You ask, only now looking at him. 

“She’s…”

“Oh,” you realize, “Never say that name again.”

Aemond grimaces. 

“C’mon,” he motions, urging you up from where you sit cross legged on your chair. You stay put, turning back to your phone. You unlock it and pull up your messages, then thrusting your phone into his hand. 

It’s a thread of texts between you and his brother. 

Aegon’s Number: TMZ will back off if I give you my mother’s ring, is that what you want? 

Your Number: That ring is Helaena’s. I want to break up. 

Aegon’s Number: Helaena gets MY family’s ring. I’ll give you mother’s family ring. It will look nice in your perfume ads.

Your Number: Charming, really Aeg. I told you not to humiliate me and you could not even do that. This arrangement is over, I’ll say it was amicable.

Aegon’s Number: What will the tabloids say about you and your little start up when we break up but you’re still deeply enmeshed in my family? Don’t forget that reputation matters to you. 

Your Number: Don’t forget I am Aemond’s friend first, you are a business partnership. 

Aegon’s Number: I love you too!

Aemond hums, scowling as he hands your phone back to you. He despises his grandfather and father for a moment, for putting you through this. 

Had he known that bringing you home for his birthday after meeting at a professional development course would mean you being subjected to Aegon for two years now, he would have never brought you. 

“Let me get you out of here,” Aemond offers, hoping a dip in the lake or a game of croquet will bring you some joy. 

“Can’t,” you sigh, “I’m doing damage control.”

You point to the screen, a bunch of analytics pulled up and at least thirty tabs open. 

“Can I keep you company then?” Aemond asks. You shrug noncommittally, and turn back to your laptop. 

Aemond gathers a bunch of pillows, and lays on his stomach amidst them on the floor. Silence settles peacefully between the two of you, and it’s genuinely nice. 

Aemonds phone vibrates, and reluctantly, he reaches for it. 

Reading the notification, he realizes this is probably the last moment you and his family will have peace for quite a while. 

He decides against showing you his phone. 

[multifunctionalnitroglycerin]

Heaven is not entirely on the wrong – a Hazbin Hotel theory #1 - Adam

Alright fellas, before you start shooting and cursing at my name with the most colorful strings of curses, hear me out.

But first let me get this out of the way, heaven not infallible no, I am not going to paint them as the perfectly good guys, no flaws whatever. And yes, Adam is still an arsehole. A big one. A heartbroken one, but still a royal arsehole. One that is one of the most memorable characters in Hazbin.

I mean imagine being the first man and having two women made for you. The perfect pieces to complete your puzzle. You know, as soulmate-y as it goes. And then both of them, one after the other end up leave you. For the same dude. And said dude is the reason you were cast out from the garden of Eden in the first place. Yup, that hurts. And I can only imagine it creates a bunch of insecurities, a hint of inferiority complex (How can one complete with an ANGEL – fallen or not?) an a very healthy misogynistic view.

Because hey, the first man was created, given a purpose, and given a partner to carry out that purpose with. A partner tailored specifically for him. Made for him, made to complete him in every way. And he is ecstatic.  And she cheats on him. With a fallen angel. His purpose is now null. And when given a second chance, IT HAPPENS AGAIN, WITH THE SAME DUDE.

And allow me to believe that Adam cherished Eve much more than Lilith. After all you don’t fully realize how much you love something, util you lose it. And Adam had lost a wife once. So, it is not difficult to imagine that he was much more devoted and caring to Eve. Consequently, when Lilith “corrupts” her, and Eve cheats on Adam with Lucifer – AGAIN, well he loses it. And here we are 10000 or however many years later, and he is a royal arsehole. Because how can you look at any woman the same way again, when the two women made for you, hurt you that way.  

And the heartbreak kinda bleeds out to his personality. His whole demeanor practically screams “Hey bitches look, I have been through shit, cheated on that way twice – with all the implications that come with it – and I am still here, standing and triumphing like Heaven’s very own Hollywood celebrity. And I have a bunch of badass women under my command that love, admire me and follow my every order, that cherish me like my two wives never did.”

And that last bit, is an important plot point, cause here comes Lute. Lute that was his second in command and cherished him and followed him right to the very end. Lute the only woman that did not betray him. And Adam dies with a smile.

Given all of that, I would think it is safe to assume that Adam is pretty jaded, as far as both women and second chances go. Because he got his second chance, after the first one was squandered – not out of his choice, but Lilith’s – and the second chance as well did not work out, because Eve ended up betraying him as well. For Adam, second chances amount to another chance at failure. We can all see why he wouldn’t be all unicorns and rainbows for Charlie’s plan to rehabilitate sinners and give them a “second” chance, when his own second chance amounted to nothing but a repeat of the first failure.

All in all, Adam is a major pain in the neck, and a misogynistic asshole yes, but he is also someone that has been hurt, and that in his own way conquered his trauma and heartbreak and made something of himself. That is not to say he is an altruistic goody-two-shoes hero, far from it, but he is a bit of an unintentional hero, that while following his own agenda and self-interests, freed many souls of their eternal torment.

And before you come at me for the nonsense that my last sentence is we move on the next part.

#2 – Exterminations

[mosaickiwi]

Meowdy~

I'm Momo/Mosa c: either one

I like to write!!! Except it's just for 14DWY 99.999999% of the time sorry. I need to reformat this pin at some point... getting too long 🧍‍♀️

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anyways ur here for some silly fics??? have a list ⬇⬇⬇ most recent ones are at the top and/or highlighted!

14 Days With You

your angle... or yuor devil

An Offering for the Koi God (AU)

Home Away From

For Two

Logic Puzzle

Patience

Leaping In

All Clean!!!

Kabedon (politely)

Little "Love" Notes

14DWY as a Drama (AU)

Fall Unto Me (Demon!Ren AU) part one, part two, part three, part four, epilogue info dump

Everything and Anything (pls read cw tags)

Soft - Light

Hide and Seek

Illusion of Choice

"Bad" Gift Giver Angel (head canon list)

Nails, TV, Moving

Sick Nasty

Someone in Between, Something Intertwined

Masterlist of NSFW [REDACTED] fics and blurbs

These aren't posted publicly at the moment, so it's a WIP with ao3 versions slowly being uploaded

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A Riding Lesson

Your Actual First Kiss

Flip the Script(s) - Isekai AU

Very Cherry

Redecorating

Shorts

Beach "Date"

[charcharbinks333]

i never existed.

thank you to @chrissbluehat for the idea!

warnings: suggestive, angst, cheating, ex!chris, use of y/n, implied!fem!reader, not proofread

enjoy 🙏

“come on,” chris whispered, leading you into his house. you knew this was more than wrong, but he had hit you up, and you couldn’t resist him. you told your boyfriend, jack, that you’d be out with a friend tonight. you weren’t entirely lying, chris was a friend. just a friend. until you were under him on his couch, his hands all over you. you missed this, sure, and jack clearly wasn’t the one for you, but neither was chris. he was always douchey, “never was one for commitment” he told you as you broke up. every time you found yourself at his house, you’d tell him you were going to break up with jack the next day. every time you told him you’d leave your boyfriend for him, but you could never bring yourself to it.

“lemmie show you a few things you could do with him…” he murmured before moving his lips down to your neck, latching onto the spot he knew would make you squirm. he was careful not to leave a mark, but used his teeth just enough to leave you begging. his hand moved from your hip to the waistband of your pants, pausing for a moment.

“you left him yet?” he asks quietly as he looks down at you, his breath slightly heaving as he got more worked up.

“technically not,” you hesitate, and chris sighs. he sits back on the couch, patting his lap.

“come here,” he urged, holding his arms out for you. you crawl into his lap without hesitation, straddling him. he rubbed his hand up and down your thigh, looking up at you admiringly. he knew deep down he couldn’t get back together with you, and this sneaking around really got him going, but he hated being the reason you cheated on your boyfriend. “your relationship is none of my business ma, but we both know cheating is wrong-”

“oh, like you’re so morally upstanding?” you cut him off, a puzzled expression painted on your face. “you’re the one who keeps hitting me up, knowing i probably haven’t dumped him yet…” you lean closer, peppering kisses along his neck. he leans his head back, allowing you better access. you chuckle to yourself, the vibrations against his neck making him shiver slightly. “you know i’d leave him for you in a heartbeat.” he froze as you said that. he knew you were lying—you wouldn’t leave someone like that. not only that, he knew you two wouldn’t work out. 

“you can sleep here tonight, mostly because i’m not gonna make you drive this late, but nothing else is happening, alright?” he informed as he lifted you off his lap, moving to stand in front of you.

you had to admit it to yourself—all you wanted was him. you couldn’t bring yourself to break jack’s heart like that, but you wanted chris, and he clearly wanted you, even if it wasn’t a real relationship.

“nah, it’s… it’s fine, i’ll go home.”

“yeah, fine. just keep telling him i never existed or whatever.”

~~~

you stare at the ceiling, wishing chris would text you. you texted jack and admitted everything to him, hating the burden of having that on your chest. he broke up with you, obviously, you didn’t expect anything else. the guilt would, unfortunately, be with you forever. even if you and chris had a happy ending, neither of you were good for each other, there would never be full trust between you two. maybe you could work it out, but like he said, he wasn’t one for commitment. you just had to remember that.

chris sat on his bed, wishing you were beside him. he knew he had fucked up too many times, and also knew deep down that you probably hadn’t broken up with jack yet. he covered his eyes, clawing at his own skin, wishing this was all just a horrible dream. he couldn’t believe he was so terrible to you, when you two were together and when you weren’t. he had treated you like some side bitch when really you were the only one for him. he knew that, but he couldn’t find the strength to just admit that.

~~~

it had been two weeks, not a single text from chris. jack had come over to get his things, and thankfully he wasn’t as mad as you expected. he knew the hold chris had on you. 

“it was only 3 months, y/n, it’s not like we were 2 years deep in a relationship or something. i hope you work this out, and we can still be friends if you’d like.” man, you had really fucked up. jack was a great guy, and you lost him just to lose chris too. 

another sleepless night for you, what felt like a hundred at this point. you tossed and turned until 1 am, when you got a text.

~~~

“please, chris, i can’t do this anymore,” you sigh, exasperated. it was yet another night he showed up at your door, in the rain, staring up at you without saying a word. his lips were on yours before he even responded, gently leading you back into your own house, shutting the door behind himself. you pull away, looking up at him now.

“i missed you, ma…” he murmured, trailing his kisses down your neck. you push him away, not wanting to deal with him tonight.

“christopher, you’ve been ghosting me for nearly three weeks, did i not give you exactly what you wanted? i cheated on jack for you, i lost probably the best boyfriend i’ve ever had all for you, but we both know you’re just gonna leave the second you get the chance.” you padded further into your home, leaning against the counter, trying to gain some understanding of chris’ mindset.

“i know, i know, just… hear me out,” he pleaded, standing beside you, his hand firmly planted on the granite beside you. you sigh quietly, not raising your gaze to meet his. “i’ve been thinking, a lot, about you… i want something real with yo-”

“then why did you immediately kiss me when you saw me instead of, i don’t know, saying something?” you immediately interject. he sighed and ran his hand down his face, trying to find a way to prove himself. 

“ma, please, i mean it, i’ll get on my knees and beg if i have to, go out in the rain and scream it to the world… i want you, i want to make things right,” he pleaded. you couldn’t help but wonder what had suddenly changed, what switch was flipped in his mind. 

chris took your silence to heart, knowing he probably fucked up too many times. he huffed and grabbed your hand, pulling you outside. he moved out from under the awning on your porch and stood in the pouring rain, staring up at you from his place two stairs below you. “i have been regretting every moment i haven’t been with you, y/n. you were the best part of my life, and i was so stupid, i couldn’t see that you were the only reason i opened my phone in the morning, frankly one of the few reasons i had to keep going at all. every time i wake up im reaching for you, but you’re not there, and i couldn’t bring myself to text you after i practically made you dump who could’ve been the man you married, but honestly y/n, i’m the man for you, not hi-”

you clearly had a bad habit of cutting chris off. you rushed down the two steps and cupped his cheeks, pressing your lips against his in one swift movement. his hands immediately found your hips, holding you close. neither of you cared that you were standing in the middle of the rain, everything melted away at that point. it was just you and him, nothing else in the world mattered. 

you slowly pulled away, your eyes fluttering open to look up at chris. his eyes were still closed and mouth slightly agape, fully in shock.

“that’s probably the best kiss i’ve ever had…” he murmured, finally opening his eyes to meet yours.

“do you wanna come back inside?”

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

Watching over a little Army

Wholesome, heaven, children, chill af.

Everyone had a job to do regardless how seemingly insignificant. Pentious couldnt make his usual crafts so he made something that everyone could agree was a positive.

A little boy sat on his work bench as he prepared a few molds. The childs caretaker asked him to make some army men for their little boy.

The little frog child almost looked like Pentious in a way, but they were born a hundred years after his own death.

The child played with a tool as he waited, talking about his life, which wasnt much, he happily talked about getting a rubix cube when he was 6. He described the way he peeled the stickers off and put them back in the right places. To Pentious' slowly returned humor since his death, he chuckled at the idea of cheating on a puzzle.

Pentious looked to the little boy who asked him out of the blue,

"Did you fight in a war mister? You look like my papa, all serious and stuff. Not to be rude dude I just gotta know."

The kid was trying to be cool. It endeared Pentious just enough to get him to spill.

"Ah yes I fought in a few wars... I actually fought in one recently. But... I dont think you wanna hear about all that."

Pentious said this with shut eyes before subtly peeking to gauge the kids interest.

The little boy looked absolutely stoked and begged to know more,

"Oh my Gosh pleeeaaase tell me Sir! I wanna know! That's totally too cool to not hear about!!"

Pentious smirked and after filling some toy molds and safely setting them aside began.

"I was in Hell, and despite popular belief we had good people that needed defending. The extermination was pushed forward on us and they planned to kill us permanently."

Pentious spoke with bravado and really hammed it up for the kid who's shaking with excitement.

"Of course my good friend Charlotte, Princess of Hell, and her dearest Vagatha had planned to fight the attack. I opted to lead as a General as that's my strongest trait."

Pentious continues with even more passion,

"We fought hard as I made sure to keep an eye on the battle grounds and sky looking for openings. And I noticed we couldnt get through with Adam the first man standing in the way."

Pentious looked at the boy who was practically on the edge of his seat. Pentious continued and began to get lost in the story,

"I thought fast. I arranged for my personal soldier eggs to get in my air ship... before I boarded I gave the woman of my dreams a kiss... feels selfish a bit now..."

Pentious now remembering his death began to get a bit worked up,

"I ran to my air ship... I wanted to be remembered... my soldiers readied the canons firing them up just enough... when it was time I told them to fire..."

Pentious paused and looked to the toy molds, his little soldiers...

"I... my soldiers were hellborn.... they didnt make it like I had to heaven... we were destroyed... sometimes I almost feel like just a little it wasnt the right thing... but I know my boys were born to fight and die in battle. It's all they ever wanted to do. To fight."

Pentious leaned on a wall as the memories flooded and assaulted his senses, he only snapped out of it feeling the child hug his tail tight. He looked at the sweet boy who was crying with sympathy, he recognized this feeling from his own father. The grief and regrets one feels from war are horrible. Especially when it's all your fault someone you cared about died.

Pentious slowly calmed himself down and covered his face some to get his face back to masking a positive face.

"Its okay Sir...", the boy said.

The molded toy soldiers were finished and he had to paint them after priming them and drying them again.

Pentious worked up his brave tone again,

"Ahem... will you promise to protect these little soldiers? You'll be their General from the moment I give them to you little one."

The boy chuckled at being called little one,

"You sound like grandpa... I will Sir. I promise."

The boy saluted him and that warmed his heart,

"Good kid."

The rest of the day flew by and the boy would return tomorrow for the toys.... and the day after... and each day after. He was a good egg afterall.

[thdorkmagnet]

Scaredy Shells (Turtle Tots: Before the Rise)

@flufftober 2024 Day 12- “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Chapter Summary: The boys go trick or treating for the first time.

A/N: Skipped a few days ahead to bring you all a themed chapter!!

Happy Halloween!! :)

Disclaimer: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles belongs to Andy Suriano, Ant Ward, and Nickelodeon. All rights belong to them.

Mikey skipped along behind his brothers and April, swinging his pumpkin bucket beside him with each joyful step. Halloween was awesome! Mikey decided. Easily the best holiday. Oh, except for Christmas. And also Easter! And Valentine’s Day! And-

Point was, Mikey loved Halloween! Especially when this year dad said they could finally go trick or treating! They'd begged for it every year of course but dad had always said it was dangerous- even though they'd pointed out a million times everyone would be in costumes. But this year, they had April and she had a magical way of talking their dad into things they couldn’t (just one more reason she was the coolest!). 

And trick or treating was everything Mikey had imagined and more! He got to dress up in a costume and get candy and see all the fun decorations everywhere! 

He’d spent a long time figuring out exactly what costume to wear, since it was his first one so it had to be perfect. And after a lot of consideration he'd decided on dressing up as an orange kitty cat, complete with painted on whiskers and a tail that Donnie had rigged to gently swing back and forth. He was super proud of his new look, parading all over the neighborhood looking just like his favorite stuffed animal Klunk. 

It had taken a few attempts for him to get used to the whole ‘taking candy from strangers’ thing but now he was easily the best trick or treater ever! Especially when, early in the night an old woman had started cooing over how cute he looked in his costume and slipped him an extra piece of candy. That had blown Mikey’s little mind more than square pizza! But it wasn’t a fluke, because it happened again a few houses later, Mikey receiving an extra handful of candy along with a sharp pinch on his cheek.

That’s when it had clicked in his head that this was something he could milk and quickly started hamming up his already natural cuteness. He batted his eyes up at the humans, overemphasized the lisp from his missing front tooth, and sometimes even put on a little show as he meowed and pretended to lick his paws like a real cat. And the humans fell for it hook line and sinker! Mikey’s bucket was soon overflowing with candy, while the rest of the fam were barely scraping halfway. 

Which Leo was not happy about at all. “It’s not fair, why do you keep getting more candy than us?” the slider whined for probably the fifth time that night, stomping his foot and trying to look annoyed. Which ended up just looking silly thanks to the bright blue unicorn costume he was wearing. Colorful rainbow manes and bubbly blue horns were just impossible to take seriously, Mikey decided. 

“Guess I’m just better at trick or treating than you,” Mikey bragged, shooting his big brother a teasing grin. 

“Are not!” Leo snapped.

“Then why do I have more candy than everybody else?” 

“Uhhh because you keep playing the baby card on all the humans!” Leo assessed with a roll of his eyes. “Which is totally cheating by the way.”

“Me? Cheat?” Mikey said, feigning innocence, blinking impossibly big eyes up at him. “Wha dwo you mean big bwover?”

“You’re doing it right now!” Leo shouted, flabbergasted. 

“Dwoing wha?” Mikey asked, totally doing it. 

Leo groaned before looking to his eldest sibling for backup. “Raph tell Mikey to stop cheating!”

Raph looked back at them with a puzzled look. Mikey knew he hadn’t been paying attention since he’d been huddled with Donnie for the last few minutes exchanging candy. Since Raph couldn’t have peanut butter and there were a bunch of flavors Donnie wouldn’t eat it only made sense they would be the ones swapping treats with each other. Which was good because Mikey wasn’t giving up his horde for the world!

“What’s Mikey doing?” Raph asked, hand still buried deep in his bucket. He was dressed up as a pink bear with an adorable heart stitched into its belly, which Mikey had approved of instantly. Because if there was one thing Mikey would relate Raph to, it was a big cuddly teddy bear. He’d even said that he and Mikey were matching since they’d both dressed up as their favorite plushies which had made Mikey giggle. 

“I believe Nardo is once again complaining about our youngest brother’s skill in acquiring more candy than him,” Donnie answered dry, carefully examining a piece of chocolate like it might be poisonous or something. It was so weird to see someone dressed as the Lou Jitsu acting so emotionless about everything but, well, Donnie had called double dibs after Leo so that’s the way it was. Not even Leo was gonna disgrace the sacred rule of dib calling! 

Raph frowned in annoyance, rolling his eyes so hard Mikey was surprised they didn’t stick. “Cool it, Leo. Just let Mikey do his thing,” Raph said absentmindedly, going back to digging through his bucket.

Leo huffed, frustrated, pouty lip firmly in place. 

Normally Mikey would leave it at that but well, gloating felt really good right now so… “Yeah Leo. Just let me do my thing,” Mikey repeated with more than a little sass. 

Leo opened his mouth to retort but right then April blurted, “Next stop! Get your trick or treating faces on, boys!” and he had no choice but to let it go. Still looking none too happy about it, though. 

April had the most experience trick or treating so she stayed in the lead, guiding Mikey and his brothers through her sure-fired Halloween routine, one she had perfected over several years. She knew exactly which neighborhoods to hit up, which houses were candy gold-mines and which were stingy jerks. She navigated each area with expertise that could only come from a professional trick or treater. If Mikey wasn’t already the best at it, he’d probably think he had so much to learn from her. 

She had dressed up as a witch this year, complete with a big pointy hat and broomstick which she kept using to point at stuff whenever she felt the need to explain something to the brothers. Mikey had offered to be her cat (even though he was pretty sure witches didn’t have orange cats) and she’d giggled and said she’d love that, which made Mikey beam sunshine. 

They all got their candy from the next house (Mikey with a few pieces extra, hehe) and then continued on their way, April leading them across the street and into a more secluded neighborhood. Only she suddenly paused with a jolt, turning to all of them with a strained smile and suddenly declaring, “Okay so crazy thought but we’ve done plenty of trick or treating for one year, right? So how’s about we wrap up for the night and head back to the Lair to watch some Halloween specials or something, huh?”

Instantly everyone was protesting, Mikey included. Sure he barely had any room left in his bucket but he was still having way too much fun to stop now! It only happened once a year, he wanted to experience everything!

“Okay, okay,” April finally conceded, once the boy’s voices started overlapping each other. She still seemed hesitant for some reason but she finally continued to walk, muttering, “Just… don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

It didn’t take long before Mikey and his brothers learned what April had meant by that because they soon came upon the most terrifying sight Mikey had ever seen in his few short years of life. It was a house, old and decayed and practically falling apart, ghosts and ghouls and all manners of spooks hung from windowsills and scaffolding. The late hours of the night seemed to bathe the whole building in menacing shadows that left a chill down Mikey’s spine. There were gravestones scattered all over the front yard- with spooky sounding names written on each one- a literal cemetery standing between them and candy. 

But the worst of it all was the creepy looking man sitting on the front steps, wearing a black cloak and a bloodstained mask, the bowl of treats perched in his lap as if he was standing guard over it. 

Mikey gulped and ducked behind Raph to hide, while the others stared up at the creepy mansion in varying levels of wide-eyed fright. 

“April, what the heck is this?!” the snapper squeaked.

“That would be the Dooley house,” April replied, her voice low and dripping in menace and dramatic tension. It instantly put Mikey on edge. “The rest of the year it's a nice normal house in a nice normal neighborhood. But on Halloween night, the curse comes to life! Gravestones rising from the ground, showing all who have perished in its halls!” Mikey chirped once in distress, ducking his head into his shell and wishing it was soundproof, he didn't want to hear anymore. 

“At least that's my theory,” April continued neutrally and Mikey breathed a sigh of relief. Oh good, no more scary story, they could just keep walking and forget all about-

“Soooo, what's with the guy in the mask?” Leo asked, trying to sound normal but it shook a little. What, no?! They were supposed to be leaving!

“Oh yeah, he's also part of the curse,” April explained, sounding way too calm about the whole thing. “He shows up on Halloween and sits right there, waiting to grab any trick or treaters who try and take his candy.” 

“And why are the Dooley's allowing him to sit on their porch and frighten young children all night?” Donnie asked skeptically. 

“Would you wanna tell the guy covered in blood to leave?” April retorted. 

“...Touche.” 

“W-What happens if he catches you?” Raph asks in a small voice, the only one here who sounded as scared as Mikey felt. 

“Dunno. Probably something bad though.”

Mikey whimpered and fought back the urge to tuck the rest of his limbs inside. Instead he reached blindly for Raph's hands, seeking comfort from his big, cuddly protector. He felt Raph grab on tight and squeeze, which did make him feel a little bit better. Enough that he cautiously peeked his head out of his shell and glanced up. 

Yep. Still towering, still terrifying. 

He took a step closer to Raph. 

The twins and April were still talking, none of them in any hurry to get far, far away from the apparently cursed and very dangerous building. In fact, it almost sounded like they wanted to actually go over there. Which was just crazy! 

And even crazier, Raphie wasn't telling them no!    

They saw the scary thing already- fulfilled the whole Halloween spirit deal- they were all good and scared, now was the part where they were supposed to leave!

“I don't like it here,” Mikey blurted, hoping his power as youngest brother might win them over. “This is spooky.” 

 All eyes immediately turned to him and he didn't bother to hide his discomfort, shifting anxiously from foot to foot.

“Really?” Leo was the first to respond, eyebrows raising and- wait, why did he look so smug? “Sooo does that mean you're not going over there to get your candy.” 

Mikey shrugged, face hot despite the chill in the air. It wasn’t working, starting to cross the line into embarrassing. 

“That's okay, bud you don't have to,” Raph reassured, patting him once on the head. 

“Yeah,” Leo agreed. Only to add, “It just means you aren't the better trick or treater after all and a scaredy shell.” he shrugged, looking quite proud of himself. “But y’know, no biggie.” 

“Leo!” Raph and April both snapped at the same time Mikey yelled, offended, “I'm not a scaredy shell!”

“What?! I said it wasn't a big deal.” Leo’s innocent grin did nothing to dissuade the two oldest, if anything it only made them glare harder. 

“I'm not a scaredy shell,” Mikey repeated, puffing out his cheeks like a chipmunk. An adorable kitten-turtle chipmunk. “I-I could get the candy if I wanted to.”

“Oh yeah, prove it,” Leo said, tone landing somewhere between joking and challenging, leaving Mikey firmly in the middle of the two. He decided he didn't like either one. 

Mikey looked back at the house, towering and menacing. He looked at the gravestones. At the stranger sitting on the steps, waiting. At the bowl of candy. He let out a breath through his nose before saying, “Fine”-

-and took off running. 

“Mikey!” four voices yelled behind him but he didn't focus on them. 

He didn't focus on the gravestones lining the path either or the fear pounding loud in his eardrums or the horrifying man he was running straight for, because all of those things would lead to him chickening out. 

So he just kept running.

He was at the steps much faster than it felt, time getting weird and wonky thanks to the panic coursing through Mikey’s veins. The next few seconds happened almost in slow motion as Mikey reached a hand into the bowl, grabbing the first piece of candy he could, only for Leo to then grab him, wrapping both arms around his waist. Raph appeared next, grabbing both of them, and that was when the stranger turned. 

He moved towards them in an awkward, jerky manner, eyes blinking red and a haunting laugh bellowing from deep in his throat. Mikey shrieked, as did his two brothers, terror freezing him in place as he looked deep into the stranger’s horrible glowing eyes, nearly going limp with fear. 

He felt Raph start to scoop him up off the ground- snapping him out of his trance- and in the split second Mikey had to react he grabbed the entire bowl of candy. Then he and Leo were both whisked over Raph’s shoulders as the snapper turned tail and ran. 

From his position Mikey watched as the stranger waved a clawed hand around the exact place Mikey had just been, still laughing maniacally as he did. Mikey gulped and buried his head in the soft fur of his brother’s costume so he wouldn’t have to see anymore. 

There was yelling and screaming and general panicking from his brothers and pseudo-sister as they fled the scene, Mikey not daring to look up until Raph finally came to a stop a few blocks away from the house. April and Donnie caught up with them a moment later, panting and gasping for air, so his big brother must have left them in a trail of dust in his haste to get away.

They all took a moment to just catch their breath, Mikey and Leo still held in Raph’s gentle grip, the box turtle feeling his heart pounding against his ribcage painfully. 

But then someone laughed. A giggle. From Leo of all people. 

Mikey and the others all looked at him like he had six heads, but Leo just kept laughing. “We did it! We survived!” he suddenly shouted, grinning bright. 

And then Raph snorted and started laughing too. And then April started in with her own giggles. And then Donnie. And surprisingly even Mikey started to chuckle a little. It really couldn't be helped since Leo’s laughter was more contagious than the rat flu. 

Surprisingly though, Mikey started to feel relief from all the sudden laughter and it steadily grew in volume, all the worry and stress just melting off of him in waves. Soon everyone was laughing hysterically, wiping tears from their eyes and clutching sore stomachs. 

“That was terrifying!” Mikey shouted, between gasps for air.

“I don't think I've ever been more scared of anything in my life!” Raph added, smiling big and dumb. 

“Then why are we laughing?” Donnie asked cluelessly, trying to reign in the giggle fit.

“That's the magic of Halloween, dude!” April exclaimed wistfully. “Sometimes it's fun to get scared!” 

Mikey wasn't sure about that- he would probably get a few nightmares from this- but April was almost never wrong so he figured he'd take her word for it. 

“Did you manage to score any candy, Mike?” Raph asked and Mikey nodded. 

“Actually I managed to grab…” Mikey proudly held the bowl high over his head like a trophy. “All of them!” 

There were whoops and screams and congratulations from the others, even Leo surprisingly cheering for his little brother. The slider stood up in Raph’s arms, one foot perched on his shoulder and a hand raised in a dramatic hero pose, which only looked hilarious since he was still dressed as a unicorn. 

“Oh yeah! Take that you ugly, mask-wearing jerk!” Leo declared triumphantly, causing the others to start laughing again.

“Sooo does this mean I’m the better trick or treater, after all,” Mikey asked cheekily. 

That seemed to remind Leo of the earlier incident, eyes flashing with regret while the rest of him stayed frozen and unresponsive. He flopped back down in Raph’s arms, trying to hide his flush of embarrassment as he picked at a loose string from his big bro’s costume. “Um, yeah, maybe.”

“Maybe?” Raph pressed, shaking Leo once in his arms to try and encourage more out of him. 

Leo frowned, but finally relented. “Alright, fine. Yes. You might be a little better than me at this one thing.” 

Mikey beamed, pride swelling big and golden in his chest. That’s all he’d wanted to hear. 

The group decided to head back to the Lair after that, eager to enjoy their spoils of a successful night of trick or treating. April excitedly put on her favorite spooky movie, which Mikey was hesitant about until he saw the animation which April called “claymation”. It was really cool and unique and Mikey spent most of the movie just watching the way the characters and things moved, wondering if he could ever replicate it.

But then he felt a tap on the shoulder and reluctantly shifted eyes away from the screen and onto his blue brother. Leo was blushing, his cheeks nearly the same shade as his stripes, holding out a piece of Mikey’s favorite candy, not from their pile of sweets from the earlier heist but from his very own bucket. 

Mikey grinned and eagerly accepted the gift, before doing the same for Leo, offering a chocolate bar the both of them loved. Leo looked touched, taking the king-sized bar with a lopsided smile. 

Mikey scooted closer so he was leaning against his big brother’s side, finally peeling off the wrapper and devouring the whole bar in two bites. Leo wrapped an arm around him, absentmindedly eating his own snack and watching the movie. 

Mikey cuddled closer, resting his cheek against his brother’s shell, and grabbed another candy from the pile, settling in for a long night of spooky movies with his family.

Yep, Halloween really was the best.

[rinrinx2]

The other woman

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

Nanami x reader

Summary: The other woman may please your husband but you have his heart and what a better way than breaking his all in the name of revenge

Warnings: Language, Mature themes, Cheating, Adultery, Semi smut.

Text in this font indicates pov (Y/N) as the wife as well as any reference to (Y/N) being the wife

Text in this font indicate POV (Y/N) as the mistress.

You sat on the bar stool patiently awaiting for Nanami to arrive. Watching the seconds becomes minutes as you starred at the clock across from the bar.

You always hated the airport bars, they were always dimly lit, filled with men wearing suits from all over the world. But even if all these men were from different parts of the world they all had one thing in common it was that they were willing to throw their loyalty to their wives away to spend an evening with you or any young beautiful woman.

You hated men like that and yet here you were waiting for the man of such a similar nature.

'I hate myself for this' you thought, you hated how you were destroying one woman's marriage just because you fell in love with her husband. It was cruel and unfair to her a woman who had done nothing, was sitting unaware on the sidelines watching as her marriage was falling apart all by your doing.

But before these thoughts could consume you, you heard his voice, and your mind erased those thoughts as if they never even appeared in your mind.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" Nanami said sitting beside you on a bar stool.

"There was a slight delay in my flight back to Tokyo"

"It's okay" you said with a smile, as your hand came down on Nanami's thigh, feeling how firm they were in his suit pants.

Your actions didn't go unnoticed as his eyes followed down to your hand.

"Already so excited to see me" Nanami teased you.

"Come on let's go to the apartment and I'll show you how excited I'm to see you" Nanami said as he stood up from the bar, with you following after him.

"You were only gone for a day" you said with a laugh, holding onto his hand as you walked out of the airport.

"One day without you can do things to a man"

"Your pussy so amazing" Nanami moaned as he thrusted back into your sobbing heat, thrusting in so hard the bed slightly shifted beneath you.

Nanami drowned his cock deep in your pussy, letting your walls swallow him whole, just before pulling out feeling the tightness of your cunt massage the length of his cock.

Nanami fucked you over and over till you were the only thing his body could comprehend, till all he could feel, smell, see, taste and hear was you. Taking all of you in, as your pussy wrapped around his cock like you were missing puzzle piece for him.

"Shit I'm gonna cum" Nanami groaned out feeling as his balls began to contract with every thrust. He could feel the semen in his balls start to travel through his shaft just aching to gush out of his dripping slit and into your womb.

"Nanami-san"

The way his name left your lips always did it for Nanami, especially how formally you called him. The way he could take you whole and you'd still call out for him, it's what he craved.

Nanami felt it, the moment your sobbing cunt tightend unbearably as you came hard, clear liquid squirting out onto the sheets beneath you as you spammed around Nanami's dick.

Nanami couldn't take it anymore as hot white cum shot into your womb, painting your inside a pearly white.

Nanami felt his dick continue to twitch inside you as your pussy milked his cock for whatever cum was still being released.

"Fuck your pussy always milks me like this" Nanami said as he threw his head back whike holding onto your hips.

Nanami felt your pussy began to still, he slowly pulled out, watching as thick semen slowly dripped out.

With a loud thud you heard as Nanami lied beside you. Nanami gently wrapped his arms around you. Feeling the soft inhale and exhales of your body while you drifted off to sleep.

It was moments like this Nanami really was able to appreciate you. How young you were and full of life, untainted by the world and curious to everything, how precious you seemed to him.

It felt as if hours had passed since you had fallen asleep but it was mere minutes. And Nanami patiently awaited the nagging of the third party in this secret relationship, the third person that he was dreading. He waited and waited to see his phone light up with the name that he knew made your body pull stiff and your breathing shallow, but that name never illuminated his phone.

His phone never rang that night, and Nanami was alone in the dark with you. Just as how he had always wished to be, but the taste of this victory was not as sweet as he thought it would be.

The day Nanami left back for Tokyo you didn't feel how you normally felt when he left, you heart didn't nag after him as it always did. You didn't have the urge to run into his arms and you didn't feel the need to cry silently in your bedroom.

And those feelings remained for the rest of the day, spilling into the night. You starred at your phone and then looked at the clock that hang on your bedroom wall.

2:15 am

It was usually this time you'd call him, hoping and praying he would pick up only for him to ignore your calls.

This night you weren't going to cry after him, deciding that whatever he was doing should have his full attention.

Rolling over to the other side of the bed, ignoring your phone completely, not even noticing as your phone illuminated with the name, Nanami.

Nanami stood on the balcony of the luxury apartment he rented out. A towel loosely hanging around his waist, as he starred down at his phone wondering you would pick up.

But you never did.

"Why don't we move to Tokyo?" You suggested as you sat at the kitchen table looking at Tatsu and Takato.

You watched as your sons looked back at you with a baffled look as they sat at the breakfast table.

"I thought you said you hated Tokyo" Tatsu said going back to eating his cereal.

"I do but there more opportunities in Tokyo for me and for you boys"

"I thought you weren't the working type?" Takato asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I think it's time we change things up. Don't you think" you said with a smile, as you took a swip of your morning tea.

"What about Dad?" Takato asked.

"What about him" you replied with a straight face.

"Did you tell him we moving to Tokyo?" Takato further enquired.

"No why does he need to know" you said, slight anger in your eyes.

"When has your father ever cared what we did, so why does he now"

Tatsu and Takato looked at each other, letting your words sit in the air. The woman speaking to them now didn't seem like their mother, you weren't spontaneous like this. You had never thought of leaving Aichi, in fact you were very apprehensive about it but now suddenly to decide to leave on a whim without their fathers blessing it seemed ad if the woman they claimed was their mother was some stranger.

But you had your reasons and you knew what awaited you in Tokyo you, even if a small voice in your head told you what you were doing was irrational the greater part told you that it was now you never. This was going to be your big moment.

Nanami face buried into his phone as he walked across the Shibuya crossing, trying his best to let the thoughts of a busy business day drown out the thoughts that you never called him the night prior and to make matters worst you hadn't picked up the phone when he called.

Nanami tried to sum up your actions as you going to bed early probably forgetting to call him, you still loved him, he was sure of that.

When he visited home two days ago, you were trying your best to impress him, going above and beyond so there was no way your feelings could so rapidly change.

You were a creature of habit and so he knew there was no way you still didn't love him even when he brushed off your affections.

Nanami's eyes quickly flickered up for a moment, and in the corner of his eyes walking over the shibuya crossing was none other than you.

He couldn't believe it, his eyes must of been fooling himself but he was sure he saw you. It couldn't have been an illusion but how could you be in Tokyo you were supposed to be in Aichi.

Aichi was your home and Toyko was his.

"(Y/N)" Nanami called out, in the direction he saw you walking.

Watching as figure stopped, back towards him waiting patiently for his speculations to be dismissed.

"(Y/N)" Nanami called out again.

And it felt so fast and yet as if it was in slow motion.

The woman turned around to reveal none other than you

Confirming all his speculations.

You were in Tokyo.

Why he didn't know why, you were here. You were supposed to be in Aichi not in Tokyo, it felt as if his two worlds were colliding.

"What are you doing here?" Nanami asked as he approached you. Starring at you as he patiently awaited an answers.

Answer that felt as if it was never coming, the soft smile on your lips didn't cease. Nanami wasn't a man to worry about you, not at all. He only cared about one woman really and she wasn't even his wife, but now from the missed actions of you not calling him last night to your sudden appearance on the Shibuya crossing Nanami began to worry a little.

Still waiting for your reply, watching as the soft smile began to take on a sinister look.

"I know everything, Nanami" you said dropping all emotion as you spoke.

For once you would not allow Nanami to have the upper hand, you would deal out the cards and he would play your game.

"I know about her"

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[mirpuzzle]

Hi! Could I hear some of your thoughts/HCs about Bonz, Sid and Zygor's personalities? I want to add them to my Sims 4 save, but I'm having trouble choosing their traits, and you seem to be the expert on these cornflakes, :]

Hi! 🌸 Sorry for the wait. It'll be my pleasure to ramble about Kotsuzuka and his friends ❤️ This will be a long post.

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Shared traits

✦ Kotsuzuka and his friends can be naive and trusting. This can sometimes cloud their judgment and common sense.

Yes, dear. Trapping someone and his friends in a cave, leaving them to die just because you lost a duel to him is indeed too much. I'm glad you figured that out 👍

✦ They have a strong sense of camaraderie, so betraying their loyalty will cause them to hold a grudge against you.

Kotsuzuka | Bonz 👻

✦ Ghost-boy is impulsive. Even though I think their gang-like friend group has no leader, I imagine Kotsuzuka's impulsiveness often drags Takaido and Satake into stuff. And they go along with it. Because it's fun.

✦ Kotsuzuka is a playful little guy. He loves scaring people, but only when it's intentional. Scaring someone by accident might make him feel bad, like that time in Duel Links when a girl mistook him for a ghost and ran away when he tried to duel her, and he was later accused of stealing her card. Poor little thing T_T

✦ He's self-conscious about his appearance, even if he tries to play it off. Mean comments can offend him 😞

✦ He's very expressive and has no problem showing his emotions. OR, has trouble hiding them.

✦ The way he questioned Keith's instructions during his duel against Jonouchi | Joey tells me he's true to himself and usually doesn't keep quiet when something doesn't feel right.

✦ He can be dependent, especially on someone he looks up to.

✦ There's a major difference between manga and anime (Battle City arc), which translates into Kotsuzuka having opposite changes in his character development:

In the anime, he and his friends want to prove they can go to the tournament's finals by themselves (partially out of spite), even if that means resorting to dirty tricks and stealing other duelists' Puzzle | Locator Cards.

In the manga, Kotsuzuka is alone and seems to be dueling fairly. This, combined with what we know from Duel Links (which is based on the manga) and other games, we can tell he's not a bad guy. He no longer needs to follow Keith's orders or resort to cheating. He wants to prove he can be a good duelist without Keith's help. Of course, this doesn't stop him from mainly taking on opponents he deems weak.

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . Kotsuzuka is a goth and no one will convince me otherwise. . He specifically styles his hair like that to look scarier. . He doesn't have eyebrows. However, that doesn't stop me from giving him eyebrows when I draw him. He paints them with makeup. That's why I color them black.

Takaido | Sid 🔥

✦ Matching his apparent fire theme, Takaido seems to have an explosive personality. I don't know if this translates into him possibly having a short temper, but, having a serious argument with him, or making him really upset doesn't sound like it'd go well. He's prone to snap and yell.

✦ Remember when he stopped Honda | Tristan by throwing a bead at him, in the dark? He has good eyesight/aim, so watch out if he throws things at you.

✦ Takaido isn't the type to get into a group fight directly. He's more likely to back his friends up from afar if he can. He also doesn't have a problem with provoking others… as long as whoever he's provoking doesn't pose a threat.

✦ I've noticed he talks less than his friends. However, when he does, he makes it count. He knows what to say.

✦ Takaido can be a bit of a coward. The way he abandoned his friends when Kotsuzuka's duel with Yami Bakura was nearing its end, or the way he stood frozen in fear (in the manga) as Keith punished Kotsuzuka FOR FOLLOWING HIS INSTRUCTIONS could mean he doesn't handle fear/panic well.

✦ The way he dresses makes me think he cares about his appearance and spends some time choosing an outfit that makes him look good.

*fangirls_screaming.mp3*

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . Takaido likes spicy food and warm weather. . He hates cold.

Satake | Zygor ⚡

✦ Satake is a tough guy. Not only physically but emotionally as well. Out of the three of them, Satake is the only one who's never cried during the time they've been on screen, not even at the end of the duel against Yami Bakura. Perhaps life has taught him to toughen up, and he either doesn't cry anymore, or it would take A LOT to make him cry.

✦ In the manga, when Keith lost it and punished Kotsuzuka FOR DOING EXACTLY AS HE SAID (yes, I'm still mad), Satake looked at them in horror as if he was about to say "Oi, Aniki, that's enough!" but couldn't react out of shock. This is why he strikes me as a protective friend.

✦ He's very supportive. You can count on him to cheer for you, comfort, reassure you, or keep you sane. Or to beat someone up for you.

✦ He's good with heavy work and often relies on physical strength. It's like his first instinct is to fight or attack things, probably to look intimidating. However, I haven't seen him raise a hand against any of his friends even once. This aggressive behavior must be aimed at strangers and enemies.

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . I don't know why but I think he would be good at babysitting kids. That doesn't mean he would be a good influence, though. . Contrary to his intimidating appearance and attitude, he's fond of little animals. They evoke that protective nature that's characteristic of him. . He likes storms. He thinks tornadoes are cool (not up close, of course).

Thank you for the ask! I hope any of this helps. If anyone else would like to add their thoughts/headcanons, feel free to do so ♥

[offbrand-valk]

Two Knights

Hey remember Tungsten Rose? I wrote an opening for it i actually like!

Let’s start at the Mausoleum Church of Judgement. A 68 ton warmachine stands before a mosaic of the rape of Sankta Alina, its head bowed low in prayer.

Approximately, 400.631 kilometers away at the opposite end of the kingdom, inside a smaller and less storied church stands another warmachine; praying before a painting of Sankta Sabine being boiled alive by her husband.

Technically, these two events happen about a week and a half apart, but let's, for the sake of simplicity, and to acknowledge the will of God, pretend they are happening simultaneously.

Besides, on the celestial scale, 10 days is less than the blink of an eye.

Of course the similarity in the two rituals is neither coincidence, nor divine plan. One is openly modelled after the other.

The painter of the Sankta Sabine piece was given a difficult task: To create something as evocative and memorable as perhaps the most well-known image in all christendom, and made an admirable attempt. 

Without the emotional rawness that comes from having access to a snuff film of the saint’s murder to use as reference, the painter has had to rely on abstraction. By using tricks of light and perspective, the skin seems to melt off Sankta Sabine’s skin as the viewer moves closer. By twisting shadows her husband, his friends and his captain have been given devil-esque features: hair stood up to look like canine ears, eyes blurry to make it seem like they have two pairs each.

The warmachines, and the human component within them are exhausted, kept going by military stimulants and their own heavily altered physiques.

Since the ritual began a month ago, they have gone through every kind of simulated battle. They’ve had to learn, to improvise, to lead and to serve. They’ve been beaten, tortured, and shot more times than they can count.

And there’s still more to come. This moment of prayer is a merciful respite before their final trial.

They don’t know what awaits them, only that it's a furiously guarded secret, and that it above all else determines if they are worthy of knighthood. They would not have gotten this far if they were not ready for the final trial, but if they fail it, then they will die to keep its secret.

In a few moments it will be too late to back out, they will have consented to whatever happens.

The unknown doesn’t scare them, it has been part of their training since they began at only four years old. When the ancient enemy returns, there is no telling what weapons they will bring with them. That doesn’t mean they aren’t considering backing out; there’s no shame in retreat, what’s shameful is dying senselessly.

Part of expecting the unexpected, is figuring out what it might be, so of course they have theories as for what awaits them: A divine encounter, some grand revelation, a particularly challenging battle, a puzzle, or a final surgery to complete their integration with the machine. Nothing is off the table after the month they have had.

Independently of each other, both warmachines arrive at the same worst case scenario: One in which they are expected to already know the solution. It would not be the first task in which they were expected to cheat to succeed. After all, war has no victor, only losers and survivors. And to their credit, they have both tried to cheat: they have kept meticulous notes on every trial they’ve faced, looked for any stray clue or overlooked note, and stopped just short of assaulting clergy for information. A show of restraint they are now regretting.

As they are called to the trial, they are given a single instruction: “doff your armor.”

Very well. Wires click free of spines, and controls pull apart like the leaves of a flower as the human components emerges from their shells of tungsten and resin; all the while mentally adjusting their expectations for the trial to come.

The room is kept sparsely lit, only enough to show the group of senior knights and clerics gathered to carry out the trial. In the center of the room, a sword hilt sticks out of a grid in the floor, both prospective knights instinctively know they’re supposed to stand behind it and await further instructions.

The instruction comes a moment later, as orange flames spew forth from the grid, enveloping the sword completely, the knight commander utters the chivalric oath: “In the name of the people!”

Neither hesitates, if they had, they would have failed the test. “In the name of the people.” They reply, stepping forward and reaching into the roaring fire, grasping the red hot metal with both hands.

“In the name of the people.” The assembled watchers chant in unison.

The skin has already burnt off their fingers. Beneath it, their subdermal armor does what it’s supposed to, distributing the heat across the body to reduce damage.

“In the name of the people!” They roar back, keeping a firm grasp on the sword, with no concern for the fire, as their altered bodies begin producing and distributing painkillers through the bloodstream.

“In the name of the people!” The watchers call once more.

“In the name of the people!” They respond as the skin on their shoulders begin to boil from heat carried by their subdermal armor.

“In the name of the people!”

“In the name of the people!”

“In the name of the people!”

“In the name of the people!”

Finally, the fire subsides, only then do our two heroes let go of the sword.

The skin has burnt or boiled off the flesh from their hands, almost all the way across their torsos, but beneath their subdermal armor, the damage is minimal. The fire is a test of devotion, not a way to reduce operational effectiveness.

“Don you armor knight Connor 19-1.” The knight commander orders. 

400.631 kilometers away and 10 days later another knight commander orders “Don your armor knight Karnstein 01X.”

Both do as instructed, barely able to maintain their composure now that their ascension is over and they are back in their complete bodies.

A nun in one case, a monk in the other, approaches the newly minted knight, carrying an embossed steel plate and a rivet gun.

The knights bow, proudly presenting their dominant arms, and wait for the cleric to attach the ancient scripture that signifies their ascension to knighthood.

“This machine kills fascists.”

[yanderes-galore]

hi, i absolutely love ur writing-! May I request 26 and 30 from thw bloody valentines prompts by another-yandere-writer for arkham knight or arkham city riddler? Whichever game you're more familiar with

I've written for the Arkham Knight version in the past so I'll use that one ^^ Here's another late one for the V-Day prompts. (Links may be broken)

I spent forever coming back to this as I have no idea how to write the Riddler :( He's such a cool character but I struggle so much with his character I guess.

I'm happy you love my writing, sorry you had to wait months for this!

Prompts Found Here

Original Arkham Knight Riddler Concept Here

Yandere! Arkham Knight! Riddler V-Day Prompts 26 and 30

"You will be mine."

"I will chase you forever until I finally get you to myself."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Unhealthy mental state, Stalking, Manipulation, Deception, Threats, Forced relationship.

The Riddler has always been a cryptic man. He's been known for his riddles around Gotham. Everything is a riddle with him...

Including his romantic intentions.

He's an insecure and confusing man to understand. There's times he wants to force you, his obsession, to worship him and the ground he walks on. Then there's other times where he wants to worship you... acting like you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.

There's times he wants you to call his name... then there's times he hates to hear it. The Riddler both wants to be held yet left alone.

His toughest riddle is how to show him affection.

The Riddler has been hooked on you for a long time. Way before he managed to keep you in a cage of his design... you caught his eye.

You were an ally of Batman... a smart one, too.

Your intelligence rivaled that of the detective himself. The Riddler at first felt threatened. Batman humiliated him all the time, now you were going to join him?

Yet... you didn't. You solved his riddles but he never got too upset about it. The Riddler found your presence pleasant compared to the Batman.

Each riddle he made you complete felt like a game. He wasn't sure why he felt so different towards you, he doubted you even thought of him the same. Perhaps you just weren't as judging?

Maybe you being different was simply an illusion crafted from his mind to excuse his abnormal adoration towards you.

He'd never say this out loud until he had you to himself but The Riddler had fallen for you. At first he simply had you participate in riddles with Batman. Then he removed Batman all together.

It became your form of bonding... each time he saw you, it drove him insane.

Even his conversations towards you became awkward flirting you'd always refuse.

"Have I mentioned how great you look tonight, dear? I made this one all for you...."

"How DARE you think you're too good for me!" You recall him saying. "I will chase you forever until I finally get you to myself!"

He'd flirt before every little puzzle of his, only to get frustrated when you turn him down. It's a quick switch in mood and you tried to only set him off at the end of his riddles.

You quickly noticed his motive with his riddles. Each riddle after that was strangely related to you or him. He was also getting desperate with his flirting until he snapped one day.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Do you have a thing with the Bat!?" He yelled at you once, you could hear the growl in his voice. "... you know we can't have that, dear."

"It's simple..." You remember The Riddler saying before starting the final riddle he prepared for you. "You will be mine."

The riddle planned for you was a trap. Pass or fail, your fate would've been the same. Tossed into a cage with irritating green paint... right in front of The Riddler himself.

That was when The Riddler finally had you to himself. It required some cheating, sure, but he's won this game of romance. That's all it was in his mind,

A game of courtship that he was leading you through... testing you to see if you were right for him.

Now... you truly are his. All locked in a cage... collar around your neck... looking like his little pet more than some sidekick. He liked the confidence you gave him.

Meanwhile you're trying to hold out until Batman comes around. For now... you have to follow his little games. Each day is a new riddle... something else to solve so you can keep Riddler entertained.

He liked to work your mind. He loved to watch you solve something. What he adored even more was how affectionate you got when he threatened you.

You may have never said it... but he knows Batman is coming. You may be affectionate now... yet he knew you'd turn right around once Batman came in the picture. The thought angered him...

But Riddler is prepared.

He'll make his deadliest riddle yet... once the bat is gone, then he'll finally have you all to himself.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles That Start With M (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Made for Each Other (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan and Phil 2009 Halloween YouTube meetup but it's insanely sweet. Based off some of the videos other people uploaded of them standing off alone during it. More emo boys kissing vibes.

made for you and me (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: "The question is how do we come out on Valentine’s Day in the least obnoxious way possible?"

Dan and Phil make a video. Phil makes a video. Things get better.

Marigold and Rosemary (ao3) - AlibiNonsense

Summary: Phil’s a strange child. His first word is ‘why’. He doesn’t speak much and cries a lot and never smiles. His parents take him to doctor after doctor who say that, despite that he’s intelligent for his age, there’s nothing wrong with him. Nigel gives his son fat plastic toy soldiers to wave about in his chubby hands and put into his mouth. Instead, Phil makes a stage out of a baby blanket and has two of the little men carefully hop around it; lines up the rest in rows as an audience and then knocks them over when he’s finished, his face crumpling.

marriage is just a piece of paper (ao3) - howell_slide

Summary: In the middle of the night in Manchester sometime in 2011, two young men get engaged.

Maybe (ao3) - dvp_95, intoapuddle

Summary: They’re only friends but when Dan wants more, Phil gives it to him

maybe next time he'll think (before he cheats) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil has to be cheating. There's no other explanation.

maybe some ghosts are holding out hope for revival (ao3) - buskingalbatross

Summary: When the sex tape happened and things went south with August, Phil did what he always did. He went to cry on Dan’s shoulder. Guys like August came and went, but Dan would always be there. Him and Dan. It was the talisman you kept in your pocket. The one you couldn’t lose.

(also known as: here i am turning pulitzer prize finalist literature into phanfic)

meeting the parents (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan is ready to meet Phil's parents.

Right?

melt your headaches, call it home (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Even if he tried, Phil couldn't really stop himself.

midas touch (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: Dan is covered in gold paint for some reason, and Phil's face is entirely too kissable.

Or, Dan and Phil pause the filming of their "Transforming Dan into a Golden Pig" video to make out for a bit, and Dan gets weirdly emotional.

Mint Chocolate Dick - chocolatesaucelester

Summar: Dan is the manager of a successful Pokemon themed ice cream shop, and when Phil, his boyfriend, stops by one day things get a little hot for such a frosty place.

mischief in our eyes (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Random scenes throughout the filming of the 2023 Halloween baking video.

missing the obvious (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: Dan just wants this guy to stop ruining his game.

(or a reverse you've got mail)

moon under water (ao3) - sunflowerwitches (orphan_account)

Summary: that “i'm pretending to be your boyfriend because you look very uncomfortable with that person hitting on you” AU no one asked for but i want to write

more than convenient (ao3) - baroquen

Summary: Based on a Tumblr post.

In which Dan keeps seeing Phil as the closest profile on Grindr and finally says "fuck it."

(Except it's very sappy)

morning coffee (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “I thought you’d be sleeping in,” Phil says behind him.

morning coffee (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan brings Phil a coffee every morning.

Morning Phantom (ao3) - Young_Rouge_Rose

Summary: A story spanning the length of one October, where Dan and Phil take a trip to Dan's old family home. There Dan is forced to confront the demons of his past in the form of depression, and a child dressed as a ghost in pale white sheets. Phil is left trying to fit together pieces of a very confusing puzzle

mutual generosity (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: dan and phil enjoy each other's company after they come home from their holiday

My 'alone' includes you. (ao3) - KujiraHanma

Summary: Dan and Phil are on their Interactive Introvers 2018 World Tour. Needing a break from the tour (and work) they take a walk along the beach. Phil recognizes that as an introvert, and recharging by being alone, he can recharge with Dan.

My Demons (ao3) - FairytaleTalia

Summary: Dan, having been a demon for years, is slowly losing all hope of ever becoming human again. That is, until he suddenly bumps into Phil Lester, who, despite their awkward first encounter, seems to have taken a liking to Dan. Eventually they become friends, but Dan needs more.

My Hot New Neighbor (ao3) - DuckMcDuckPants

Summary: Phil just moved into a flat in a nice quiet area of London and has finally gotten settled. But then he starts to notice that many days, his hot neighbor likes to dance around in his underwear.

My Juliet (ao3) - RyRyCaptain

Summary: Phil is a world-famous playwright, and he's directing his newest play, Romeo and Juliet. Dan is an actor who luckily receives the part of Juliet.

My Lucky One (ao3) - myawfod

Summary: When moving out of old flats to get muse, Dan and Phil have the awkward issue of 'the landlord mistook us for the same person and we both need this place'. Fortunately, Phil's a head-in-the-clouds artist, and Dan's a half-determined writer- they're not that different, right?

But when Dan's story is not ready to sell and Phil's art is not quite right, how do they pay the ever-piling bills at their doorstep?

My Treat (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: Phil visits the carnival with his parents every year as it's a tradition between them. This year, they can't make it and so Phil drags Dan along for a fun-filled day packed with food, games, rides and unexpected surprises.

Also known as Dan and Phil's fluffy carnival shenanigans.

[council-of-beetroot]

Game Night Prompt

Also on AO3. Here

Characters: HWS Poland, HWS Lithuania, HWS Estonia, HWS Latvia

Word Count: 1,014

Content Warnings: Mild swearing

Summary: An unexpected Blizzard postpones Lithuania, Estonia, and Poland's return home from Riga. To pass the time, they decide to play boardgames at Latvia's place.

After spending a few days on holiday in Riga, Eduard, Tolys, and Feliks were supposed to drive back home to their respective countries earlier in the morning. However, an unexpected snowstorm postponed their return and they remained at Raivis’ house waiting out the storm.

Now, it was already dark outside. The howling of the bitterly frigid wind could be heard as it seemed to rattle and shake the walls of Raivis' house. The snow continued to fall nonstop. Eduard took one look out the window and at the never-ending blizzard. He glanced at the weather forecast on his phone. The storm was expected to continue until tomorrow morning. There was no way he could drive from Riga to Tallinn in this weather.

“Well, Raivis, looks like I might be stuck here for the night. The storm isn't supposed to let up until tomorrow morning."

"Eh, Me and Liet will be fine driving home." Feliks insisted.

"Really?" Tolys glared back at him.

Feliks peers out the window assessing the storm for himself "Okay, maybe not." he admits as he returns to his spot on Raivis’ living room sofa.

"It's okay, you all can stay the night if you would like," Raivis offered. “I’m sure we can find something fun to do."

"Hey, don't you have a stash of board games somewhere?" Eduard suggested.

"That sounds fun!" Lithuania agreed.

"But Feliks better not cheat like he always does!" Raivis responded.

"What? I don't cheat!"

“Yes, you do!"

"No, I secretly increase my odds of winning!"

"By completely disregarding all of the rules? That is cheating!"

“Ha! In my experience, you can't just expect people to play by the rules!"

"It's just a game Feliks!"

"And your point is what exactly?"

"You can't just cheat!"

"I already told you I don't cheat!"

"Both of you enough!" Tolys intervened, to put an end to their bickering. "Where to, Latvia?"

Raivis brought them into the next room, which seemed to function as both a space for projects and as a reading area. Bookshelves lined one of the walls filled with countless novels, chess boards, and other trinkets. Across along the other wall were two couches with quilts draped on the back cushions. Next to one of the couches was an end table with a table lamp illuminating another small pile of novels that Raivis must have been in the middle of reading. A collection of paintings and portraits depicting Raivis, his brothers, and his friends were displayed along the faded red and gold accented floral wallpaper. In the center of the room was a long wooden table with a few journals and pens sprawled across with a half-finished puzzle depicting the skyline of Riga towards one end of the table.

Raivis unlatched a handle and lifted the lid to a large wooden chest filled with board games. He began to pull out some games as he continued to dig through the chest.

"I also have puzzles too!" Raivis added. Eduard looked at the stack of puzzles and asked,

"Why do you have a thousand-piece puzzle that consists of only blank orange pieces?"

"Oh, I've done that puzzle a few times. It's actually pretty fun and relaxing.”

"Anyway, what game are we going to pick?" Feliks asked and the four of them looked at their options. Monopoly was complete chaos. Scrabble was also out of the question as Raivis only had the Latvian edition. Risk was a nightmare, and Poland's poker nights never ended well. Usually, money was not the only thing people lost in these tournaments, as Poland also accepted repayment in the form of expensive watches, jewelry, purses, or even small cities.

"What about Uno? That's fun, everyone knows the rules." Tolys suggested.

"Which rules, crazy Uno, spicy Uno, or regular Uno?" Feliks asked.

"Regular standard Uno," Tolys replied confused.

What are the other two?" Raivis asked.

"More extreme ways to play Uno! Totally cool right?" Feliks grinned, "But still, we definitely need to like, raise the stakes or something. What's your wager?"

"Uh, I really don't think we need to turn everything into a cutthroat gambling session, Feliks," Tolys replied.

"Okay fine, if you want to be boring like that,"

Lithuania ignored this comment and Raivis asked the group "So, is everyone alright with Uno?"

"Sounds good."

"Yep, I'm in!"

"Yeah, I guess I'm in,"

They all sat down, Estonia dealt seven cards for each of them, and the game began.

Classic Uno shenanigans ensued. Anytime someone was close to winning someone would crush their hopes with a draw four. This usually resulted in an exchange of something to the effect of “Fuck you!” or “Eduard! You son of a bitch!” or the faint whispering of incredibly vulgar Lithuanian obscenities that Tolys mistakenly believed that nobody else at the table could understand.

"Uno!" Latvia announced.

"Wait what?" Feliks said, glancing up from his hand of at least two dozen cards. Estonia placed his card and Feliks played his next turn. The pressure was now on Lithuania to prevent Raivis from winning.

"Stop him!"

Tolys scans his hand of cards and finds no available card to place, let alone stop Raivis from winning.

"Come on Liet!"

“Don’t let him win!”

 "I don't have anything that would work!" Tolys protested as he continued to draw more cards until he drew a wild card he could use.

"Um… okay, I'll go with…Blue!" Lithuania said, feeling the pressure from having both Eduard and Feliks cheer him on.

"I win!" Raivis declared proudly as he slammed his final card on the table.

"What the fuck Liet?" Feliks yelled back.

"You had a 75 percent chance to stop him, and you chose blue?" Eduard added.

"Well, I thank you, Lithuania!" Raivis said with a wide grin on his face.

"Now we are going to have to hear how he beat us in Uno for a week!" Eduard complained.

"You're just mad since you didn't win!"

"Hmm, I'll let you have this since everyone knows that I always beat you in every other game."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Who cares? Feliks interrupted. "I had fun. We will now play another round!"

Eduard reshuffled and began to deal out a new hand to each person at the table.

"Alright, Let's begin!"

Notes

No cultural notes or translations this time. Well other than apparently other absolutely insane, but legitimate versions of Uno exist if you were curious. I Hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!

[alln64games]

Nightmare Creatures

NA release: November 1998

PAL release: N/A

NA release: N/A

Developer: Kalisto

Publisher: Activision

N64 Magazine Score: 57%

Nightmare Creatures is a port of an earlier PlayStation title that really is a bit too authentic of a port. When this was released on the N64, it already felt very dated and really needed improvements. It’s a horror slash-’em-up set in 1834 in London. You play as one of two characters, neither of which have any backstory, personality or dialogue in the game (if you want to know, it’s in the manual).

The story itself is told by little snippets of text at the start of each level that scrolls through part of the screen. On some levels, including the starting level, there are enemies at the start and they’ll attack you as this text scrolls past. The gist of it is that there’s an evil man called Crowley that runs away from you the entire game and a load of monsters in your way.

The controls of Nightmare Creatures are really poorly implemented tank controls, where you turn left and right to turn, forwards to go forwards and backward to go backwards. The camera makes matters worse as it’s usually behind your character, but tries to be at an angle for fights, and then some areas have their own camera angles – the first boss has a high up camera that really messes with your brain when trying to move.

To make matters worse, the game has platforming sections where missing a jump means instant death, as your character can’t swim, so water means instant death – apart from a few sections where the water is shallow and you have to walk through it (the shallow water looks no different from instant death water). This control scheme may have felt more natural on a D-pad (the original came out before the PS1 got analogue sticks), but it feels very wrong on an analogue stick.

The levels themselves are also mostly bland, and it’s easy to get lost due to everywhere looking the same, as well as the black “fog” to hide loading. They’re also mainly long corridors with a few optional areas and some hidden switches (many of which blend into the walls). Missing switches can also be very deadly, due to the “adrenaline bar”.

The manual explains that a virus is turning people into monsters, and the hero you play as is infective. Adrenaline keeps it at bay, and you keep this topped up by killing monsters. If you take too long before killing monsters, your health will start to drain. If you didn’t read the manual, then you’ll just start losing health with no warning (the mechanic isn’t explained in the game). This means that if you kill all the enemies but need to hint for a switch you missed, you’ll likely die multiple times. Supposedly this was a last minute addition to “fix” an issue where a player could potentially run past all the enemies.

I really can’t blame anyone for running past the enemies, either. The combat is tedious. The game lets you mix things up with lots of combos, items and spells to use, but combos rarely work and once you hit an enemy, their recoil means you can just mash the attack button until they die. That said, I did end up using cheats to see more of the game and I couldn’t defeat the final boss as you can only harm him with combos, and seemingly the basic B-B-B one doesn’t count.

The story in the manual paints a setting that could make for a really good game, but none of it is translated into the game.

The final nails in Nightmare Creatures’ coffin are the linearity of the gameplay, and the frequent instant death situations that result from the deficiencies of the camera, the control system, and the general design of the puzzles – thing you’re stepping in a puddle? Nope it’s a water-filled bottomless pit, and your character swims about as well as a puppy in a weighted sack.

- Martin Kitts, N64 Magazine #25

Remake or remaster?

I think a new game in a similar setting could be a nice idea. The Order 1886 did something similar (but with a more steampunk vibe).

Official Ways to get the game

There is no official way to get Nightmare Creatures