#i see theres a band around its leg

[triptychofvoids]

can you come get your son he showed up at my work today

(JOKES ASIDE i texted the nearest white dove release facility for help/advice to make sure hes gonna be ok)

ach what a darling!! i hope it gets home alright!

[qwiopty]

TAILS GIJINKA BREAKDOWN!

FINALLY!! i put together some tails gijinka/humanized stuff LOL!! see below for some goodies and an in depth (kind of indulgent) breakdown!!

[for the third image: sonic gijinka design belongs to @noka-exe !! i havent really come up with my own but i like theirs :-) ]

thisss gijinka is packed with headcanons LOL.. beware!! for starters...hes just a little guy!! i took visual inspo from markl (howls moving castle) and simon (gurrenn lagann)!! mostly simon bc i find a lot of similarities between him and tails.. short and unassuming shy boys who are also compassionate and brave!! (isn't it also awesome how simon and tails both have an older brother figure who encourages them to be brave.. 💥💥🤯 and they both have some sort of space opera and id go on but thats spoilers!!) i also went with a prosthetic leg to kind of represent his tail!! i think it could parallel to how tails' tails can act like a mobility aid, and he'd get the opportunity to tinker and repair them too!! it could also possibly correlate to how tails makes something he was picked on and bullied for, his tails, and uses it to his advantage! and again tying in his interest for mechanics and being able to customize and repair it is a concept that i find neat!! (maybe some inspo from fullmetal alchemist.. bahahaha..)

speaking of customization. i also love the idea of him covering them with stickers!! i've already added tails' own emblem on there but this has prompted me to look into adding some more!

(sorry that im singling you out again @tornado1992 LMAO i just loved your input!!) but i also love the hc that tails gets hand me downs from sonic!! for instance his gloves.. ik theyre not directly from sonic but it is such a sweet detail that tails has a rubber band around those oversized gloves to mimic sonic! and tails definitely has the means to make his own fitted gloves yet he still has those bands on in his modern models!! auhgh!! so yes.. lets say the hoodie is so oversized and oozing with swag cause it originally belonged to sonic! :-) maybe tails likes it so much that he designs the cyclone after it!! just some ideas... more depth into his clothes: i drew a lot of inspo from already existing tails-related designs!! the main outfit i draw him in is a large short-sleeve hoodie with some elements pulled from the cyclone and tails' racesuit design from sonic speed simulator! he also has his goggles and shoes from sonic riders, with some slight details added on!! see below for a better look at the outfit LOL

(the pins on his crossbody bag are a fly-type emblem, a mint, and a red star ring! theres also a sonic keychain that i keep forgetting to add/switch out with the fly type emblem LOL)

here's some more doodles from last year with this design!

yes i did make a classic design for him!! his younger hair is more of that nice vintage orange-yellow but as he gets older itll turn amber then maybe gold? i was also thinking he dons some red clothing to reflect his admiration for sonic but later starts implementing his own style with some grays and blues!!

i'll also point out that i lean into more of a space-pilot design instead of the usual aviator pilot!! tbf i was raised on sonic x season 3 which is just a huge space opera.. 😅😅 but i still do love the aviator pilot concept!!

this should be about everything i have to dump about my design!! im not usually this talkative in posts so im a little embarassed to be sharing this at all 💀 but if u read through all of this thank you so much LMFAO im so crazy about him!! if you have any questions or ideas youd like to share id love to hear them!! maybe draw them out too... i may even do a cosmo design update/breakdown!! for fun.. heres the first tails gijinka post i ever posted!!

also shoutout to @corvussio for the incredible detailed comment on my other tails design post!! i know its been ages but i still think about how you took the time to look into each and every detail!! thank you greatly pal!!

[pearlymel]

Hi! ! Im new to your account and sorry if this is a weird request, feel free to ignore this! but can I request Jing yuan with a reader who has Premenstrual Syndrome? If you don’t know what that is, its basically throwing up because of your period ���💔 Theres more symptoms like really bad cramps and stuff. But you don’t need to go into great detail with it ofc, I’m in dire need of comfort and I hope this can bring other people who have it comfort as well! (Its actually so bad Id never wish this pain on anyone send help 😭)

Synopsis: Jing yuan is your personal heating pad.

Warnings: afab!reader, mentions of throwing up and having cramps. Again, it's short.

Notes: i loved this. I feel like a lot of people think periods or cramps aren't that painful, but it can literally make you faint. Anywho, yall seem to love jing yuan a lot hehe ✿

You need to go, work calls your name, and it bugs you that you have unfinished work just laying around.

But oh, you were in so much pain. It's evident on the way your face contours everytime you would take a step, with your hand squeezing at your abdomen to try and ease the pain, but it doesn't help when you literally threw up everything you stomached earlier this morning.

"Ahem," the deep sound makes you freeze in your place as if you were caught stealing something, you turn around to see Jing Yuan standing across the hallway with his arms crossed. And he doesn't look too happy.

"I have work to attend to." You try explaining to him, "must you?" He tilted his head before approaching you, his tone almost demanding.

"Surely a day's absence won't bring the world to it's knees, stay." And he's suddenly behind you, wrapping his huge arms around your waist while resting his chin on your shoulder, "You come back after days of absence and expect me to easily let you go again?" His embrace on you tightens, his arms wrapping around you like iron bands, his tall frame enveloping yours in a firm hold.

"This is a trap."

"A trap?" A light huff, like the release of a held chuckle, escaped his lips and he shifted his head to speak into your ear. “Ah.” he hummed, his tone softening. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I am trying to lure you back to the safety of my embrace.”

"I can move just fine," you press on, a lie of course, but he sees through it so easily, “so, stubbornly determined, even as pain grips you.” he mused, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Despite your insistence that you were fine, his arms only held you tighter, pulling you flush against his chest, ”Your pain doesn’t escape my attention. You were wincing in pain, weren’t you? throwing up breakfast even." You gasp, looking over your shoulder, you find him smiling innocently at you with his eyes closed.

"Fine." You mutter, it hurted, you can't keep the act any longer with how your bones felt like they were breaking.

"It's time for the baby to rest." You furrow your eyebrows at his words, and he suddenly scoops you in his arms, effortlessly sweeping your legs off the ground and carrying you bridal style.

You huff out a chuckle, "is this necessary?" You hold him by his shoulders as you rest your head on his soft chest. "Oh, absolutely. Medicine, fruits, and your personal heating pad is waiting for you." He hums, like he was having the absolute honour to be taking care of such a gentle soul like yours.

"i have a personal heating pad?"

"Me." He simply replies as he sets you down on the comfortable pillowy mattress, all the blankets were already in place for you.

"So, dearest. Would you like to lay on top of me or shall i do the honours and lay on top of you?"

You squint your eyes at him, "I think the spooning position is safer.."

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Current obsession - the updates and changes to the Diaz house!!

Eddie has a new painting over the mantle

and a new one next to the front door in red and blue. The fire engine/truck on its side on the table has me feeling a certain type of way - it feels like a nod to the ladder truck explosion that crushed Bucks leg, but it could also be foreshadowing for this season as well - we'll have to wait and see how things shake out!

The water painting has moved again - its now on the wall next to Christophers room ----------------------------------------------------vvv

and these have appeared on the sitting room wall where that water painting has been seen previously - are they making you scream??

what if I showed you this picture from 4x14

are you screaming like I am now?? Becasue I am very very feral about that picture appearing - pennyfarthing megaphone mans megaphone is pointing right at Eddie nad Bucks ears ini these scenes - saying ... at the top of ones voice - the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen!!!!

There are new band posters in Christophers room - the Lunadeers one under the solar system mobile. The name Lunadeers is a fun one - its obviously a play on the band the Lumineers - a made up name, but is a play on the concept of illuminating something - the idea of lighting the way in the darkness - illuminating is also the idea of becoming enlightened and seeing things differently or in a new light.

Luna = moon and is obviously connected to the space theming, but there is also the deers part of the name - deers are crepuscular animals - they are more active at night - in the darkness - under the moon

I'm also clowning is a reference to Buddie because the 'mun' in Edmundo is pronounced moon and a male deer is a Buck - so moon-deer - Eddie and Buck - a nod to Christophers two fathers rom the set and props departments!

Then there is also the Violet Brothers poster on the back of his door - heavily leaning wards the yellow and blue colour ways, there is also the fact that violet is a really interesting colour - it represents future hopes and dreams, imagination and sensitivity!

Not to mention all the watery themes things I've already spotted - mostly what seem to be camp stickers on his wardrobe and the pinboard

theres also a 'boom' sticker - which I love as a possible nod to Christophers roast of Buck in 6x01, but also as a nod to the explosives buck and Eddie have dealt with as part of their job - the grenade and the rocket from this episode plus the foreshadowing of the ship going boom!

The cool cool cool sticker is giving me Abed from community vibes (a queer coded character in his own right!)

and Christophers room has now gained a plant - it moves around a bit - its on the table next to the lamp by the window, then its in a basket next to the table, but its possibly a nod to Christopher growing up!

[prof-peach]

what is the weirdest enrichment you do thats normal for the pokemon? i have a dreepy who likes to launch herself out of a modified tennis launcher. worst thing that happened is that she phased through a few house

Mud rolling for phanphy that never got that opportunity. As in, theyre nervous around their own species because of isolation, and so YOU THE PROFESSOR have to get in the mud and teach them how to phanphy. Messy but fun, no one else likes to do it weirdly, I always rather enjoyed it.

furret tube enrichment. Grey sets up a bunch of pipes all connected in weird and wild ways like a janky jungle gym, we put small treats in there, and tie "prey" ie, toys, to strings and pull them at speed through the maze to get the furrets to chase and learn that behaviour if they never got to prior.

Murkrow are VERY smart, and we have a lot of them, so theres regular scavenger hunts (with a few rules to save guests grief) that we hold for them specifically. everyone gets participation rewards, but also its a great chance for them to sharpen their problem solving skills individually and as a group.

Tug of war with guests. we got this set up that lets the bigger mons hold one end, and visitors or other pokemon are encouraged to engage with the game and try to out pull the island residents. sometimes the little pokemon all join in, but we originally set it up for the bigger ones.

Theres a couple of Tauros and girafarig that like to roll own hills with the wooloo and odd mareep, we've set up sturdier wire nets for this now the heavy mons like to partake too, to catch them all safely so they can run back up and do it again. You can imagine the chaos we had when they started doing this and didnt have that net in place, mons rolling too far towards sea cliffs.

Slugma races. This needs no explination. The staff love this one.

Movie nights, sport teams, dance sessions, story time, arts and crafts, and even band practice are clubs we hold, be it a professor or another group of staff, and many mons can come and go as they see fit, theyre all optional but we try to encourage each resident to find the thing that makes them tick, and so trying out a bunch of things is there for all. Some may not like team sport with the staff so I also offer just gym time, a personal best system in place more than a group effort and score.

It really varies from one to the next. some big mons like dainty hobbies, some of the little ones are brawlers, and everything in between. We just have to cater to it!

A nice example is a Hitmonchan that came in a while back missing a leg, they fight with me and others in the gym of course, but they also partake in a tea and stories night, a couple dozen pokemon, a few staff all cosying up in one of the event barns with readings from books, and plenty of snacks. its a firm favorite as autumn creeps in, numbers spike.

Pokemon can be complex, so offering lots is alwasy the best choice when you can, never know what they'll like until they try it!

[badomensgoodomens]

RIFFS AND REGRETS - NOAH SEBASTIAN

oc name used: arabella

warnings: mention of sex?? throwing up??

unedited btw

summary: lol u dont get one keep reading.

The pounding on the bus door was enough to drag my sorry ass out of bed. I should NOT have drank that much. “Bella!!!” the pounding was repetitive. “Sorry! Sorry! Geez. i didn't even have a bra on.” My drummer, leo, stood infront of me with the hangover holy grail. coffee. 

I rub my face, god i slept in my makeup. He hands me an iced latte, in which i accept gratefully. We were currently parked in the bus sector of good things festival, approximately two days before it kicked off. I knew he was here, engraved into the back of my fucking skull. I just wonder if they were still together. 

I was talking about noah of course, the topic of him having haunted my dreams the past 4 years. Silhouettes of Silence (SOS) kicked off after we stopped being friends, which im sure  was a real slap in the face for him. I do briefly remember the events leading up to the pure distaste and hurt i feel towards the man, but i could honestly go on forever. 

I was snapped out of thought as leo repeatedly snapped in front of my face. “Get your shit together you haven’t even seen him yet” he says, raising an eyebrow at me. “Wheres lucy and gene?” i ask, glancing around the poorly furnished bus. “Probably hooking up somewhere." “I ought to fire those two one of these days.” 

With a sigh, i get up from my position on the leather couch. “Cmon, we gotta go set up our merch tent.” much to my absolute dismay, we were opposite none other than the bad omens merch tent. I just avoid eye contact. I loiter near pierce the veils tent, danielle had babysat me my entire childhood so we were close. 

“Silhouettes of silence, huh?” i heard a voice behind me. I could recognise that little shit anywhere. “Folio!!” i turn on my heels, running towards him. I hug him tightly, even after all this time he still smells and feels the same. “Ive missed you, man.” he says, pulling away. I shrug awkwardly, “hah… sorry. Kind of skipped town after everything went down. Im proud of you, you look well.” i say, shifting awkwardly on my feet. “Same to you bella, you look better.” he says with that stupid smile. “We should hang out some time.” i say, smiling at him. “Mhm, bring back our thrifting adventures.’ he says, glancing back to his tent. “Hey i gotta go, catch you later yeah?” he says, disappearing before i can even say anything. 

“That was an absolute disaster.” i gesture to danielle, who had appeared next to me. “Eh, id say it wasn’t too bad. If the rest of em are like that, this’ll be a breeze for you.” she responds. “Just wish it wasn’t like this.” i say. She hums, before stepping back to return to her organising. I take a deep breath, it was day one and i was already exhausted. I manage to leg it back to the bus without another unnecessary encounter with an omen boy, but at what cost. 

I step inside the dark tour bus to be met with the sound of moans and skin slapping. 

Oh my god. 

“Abstinence in the tour bus they said. Itll be fun being in a band they said” 

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Another day of rehearsals and setting up, pre show day nerves hitting me hard. I go for a walk after the suns set, just minding my own business. It was late, and quiet. Moments like this really kept me alive. My bassist and guitarist were immature, i feel like im going no where with my life, im still caught up on a GUY- oh god theres somebody behind me. 

“You look like shit.” 

“Oh my fucking GOD jolly you scared the shit out of me you creep.” i hiss, turning around. He just laughs, walking alongside me. “Its like 11pm, why are you out here walking alone?” he asks. “Thinking.” i mutter, looking down at my feet. “Fuck. i cannot see.” he mumbles, turning his phone flash on. 

We do a lap of the festival grounds, just catching up a bit. “You look different.” jolly says abruptly. I stop walking, now confused. “Sorry?” “its just.. I dont know. Youve lost weight, dyed your hair, started a band, covered yourself in tattoos its just.. Weird. You definitely look more.. You.” he says. I ponder for a moment. “Geez youre observant.” 

We finish our lap off, before going our separate ways to our buses. “Soo… seen him yet? Leo asks, sprawled out on a leather couch with some chips. “No… not yet atleast. But i'm gradually ticking off his bandmates.” i respond, sitting down next to him to steal a chip. “They were your friends too, bella.” he says, his voice softening on me. “Dont get all sappy on me” i say, shoving him. He laughs.

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Showtime. 

I  could actually throw up. 

I stand infront of the shitty bathroom mirror, some comfy flares and a hoodie on for now. I take deep breaths before warming up my voice.

Everyone gathers for soundcheck. 

“Hi yes im in my slippers, uhhh someone give me a song to sing.” 

“Floral and fading!!!” 

“My voice doesn’t go thaaaat high!!” 

Its about 3pm now, ive already pregamed some drinks and some artists have even started. Leo is curling my hair, while i cake on some makeup. “Im so not ready for this.” i say, setting my face. “You’ll do perfectly fine, warm your voice up.” he says, poking my side. 

I stand backstage, cracking my knuckles. Something I usually do out of pure fear. I rock on the balls of my feet, zoning the fuck out. “You got this.” Lucy says, standing in front of me. I just nod, anxiety swirling in my stomach. “You’re on in 10.” the stage manager says, walking behind me. I sigh, rubbing my face. “Im gonna shit myself” i choke out a laugh. 

I finally get my shit together and step out onto the main stage. Our song ‘urban legends’ blares through the plethora of speakers, my stage presence is bipolar compared to me naturally. I’m confident on stage, not in real life. 

Passion seeps through my voice as i perform our debut album, ‘echoes of silence’ the crowd is ecstatic, feeling the vibe. I transition into our newer songs, whom have grown popular on tiktok. Its exhausting really, but i love the adrenaline. 

As our set closes, i stalk past all the sea of backstage members, catching the eye of the one man id been trying to avoid. I don’t have time to care though, i can hear leo walking behind me, trying to get my attention. Fuck. i need a bucket. 

I run into the backstage bathrooms, throwing up. Gene and lucy hold my hair back. My ears are ringing and i feel queasy.

The last thing i hear before i black out is

“Is she okay?”

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credits to whoever came up with 'abstinence in the tour bus' i read it somewhere and think of it religiously lol.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so theres only a couple of words for this because like i trust you to do the rest bc your HONESTY SUCH A GOOD WRITER anyway so like you know that interview with Dave mustaine when he said he nailed kirk’s girlfriend? Well instead of kirk its James’s girlfriend and thats reader but like when reader and Dave were doing it they almost got caught by James and Dave basically explained in a interview

(I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE!!)

A/n: I hope I wrote this the way you were thinking of it? I thought of just writing Dave explaining what happened but this came out better

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), cheating, public sex, pregnancy, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James told you all about his band, about the parties and the drugs, the booze. He told you about Dave, the amazing guitarist they had to kick out of the band because of his... hobbies, so to speak.

You didn't think much of it until you were at a Metallica concert, standing right up front at the stage, and you felt a hand on the small of your back.

Expecting to find a random guy you spun around but it was just Dave. You'd met him a number of times, sharing quick greetings and you'd watch him play with the band at practice, but it wasn't much more than that.

He seemed nice enough and would grab you a drink if he was off to get one for himself. Now he smiled at you and leaned down so he could speak into your ear. "What're you doing here?" He asked, lips frisking the shell of your ear.

"I came for the show." You said, looking back to the stage to find James glaring at you and Dave, who was grinning wickedly but you couldn't quite see it.

"Oh," he hummed, "cool, well, I'll be by the bar if you want a drink." He offered, pecking your cheek before slipping off into the crowd.

James was furious and kept an eye on you throughout the show, until the venue got busier, people bustling around, pushing their way to the front and you gradually drew away from the stage, something you did most nights as moshing wasn't really your thing.

You remembered what Dave had told you and made your way to the ginger mop by the bar. He bought you a drink and you got to talking, eventually leading to you in the bathroom stall, your back pressed against the wall and your legs wrapped around Dave's waist.

He held you up, one hand around your waist while the other held your ass. His gaze flickered between your face, lips parted as moans flooded out, eyes fluttering and rolling back in bliss, and between your legs, watching you suck him back in every time he pulled even an inch away.

Your moans echoed off the tiled walls, you knew what you were doing was wrong, you didn't even know what happened. Dave was saying all the right things, squeezing your hand while the other went to your knee, slowly rubbing higher up your thigh.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as your back arched off the stall wall, head rolling back as you came. Dave's thrusts became uneven, sporadic as he chased his nearing high, low grunts and groans falling onto your ears as you melted into the pleasure of it.

Dave's hips bucked into you a last time, filling you full of his cum. He trailed kisses down your neck and chest, pulling out of you and going lower still until you were back on the ground. You held onto his shoulders for stability, your legs shaky from your orgasm.

Dave began lapping at your cunt, licking the traces himself out of you. He kept his eyes on you, watching your expression closely. You were already so sensitive and he was so tentative to your neglected clit, tongue swirling around it while his long, calloused and experienced fingers worked your hole.

You slapped a hand over your mouth when you heard the door open and someone came in. Of course you had to be in the men's room. You knew it was James, he was mumbling something and you recognized it immediately as him.

Panicked, you looked down at Dave who had also figured out it was James but was still doing what he could to make you cum a second time. He curled his fingers, hitting just right and your knees buckled. He hit that same spot a few more times and you came around his fingers.

James stopped, he knew he wasn't alone, he knew what was happening in the stall, but that squeal... "Y/n?" He called, Dave stared at you, daring you to reply but you didn't.

More than anything James didn't want it to be you in the stall. He washed his hands and left to go find you.

"And then what happened?" The reporter asked Dave, sitting across from each other on the fancy commercial couches.

Dave shrugged. "I got up, cleaned her off a bit and sent her on her way to find James." He said simply enough as if it was just common place, which it pretty much was. "I'm not really sure what happened after that, I know she didn't come home with me so I assume she went with James."

The reporter nodded in understanding and went to speak again, but Dave spoke up first, cutting him off. "Doesn't really matter now, I mean, she's on my couch with my kid kicking in her stomach, so." He looked to the camera with a smirk. "Hope you're watching, James."

[yeahiwasintheshit]

I watched and I really loved the new Suspiria movie from 2018, Luca guadagnino who directed the movie says he sees it less as a remake of the classic movie, and more like when a band covers a song. Which is one of the things I appreciated most about the newer film. It has only the loosest of character and plot similarities with the classic Dario Argento film from the 70s.

Style wise the new movie is very much on its own. It’s quite beautiful in its sort of earthy 70s color palette, and naturalistic lighting. It kinda looks and feels more 70s than the original movie made in the 70s. Lol the Argento film has such a distinctive use of bright vibrant colorful lighting that sometimes make sense sometimes don’t, where Luca deliberately did not even attempt anything close to that, and it’s to the movies benefit. It really feels like a completely different movie, and any comparison is ALMOST not fair, cause both movies are not trying to do the same thing. The Argento film is an almost stylistic exercise in horror... a waking nightmare of exaggerated color, exaggerated gore and exaggerated acting, in a movie with a plot that is very thin, and used to hang gory colorful scenes on. which i also love. Its great, and I like the original for the abstract weirdness it is, but the new one is so completely not that at all. its a slow burn, punctuated with intense graphic violence, told nationalistically, that is building fear, building tension, building a deeply complex plot that is not only about witches, but about power and how it corrupts. how it changes those in power into monsters who do terrible things. it kinda reminds me of dune and the messiah that is birthed into a world that needs to be cleansed. i dont know if any of that is spoilers, or not. or if im gonna spoil anything more, soooo....

the first real violent scene, is done so perfectly. what i really liked about this movie, is that the witches in the movie cast their spells thru dance. which makes sense why they have a dance academy. so we see theres a dancer named olga, who has previously slighted the witches, and is now caught in another room by them. shes alone and scared and she cant get out. so then cut to dakota johnson, shes starting to perform this dance, which was apparently originally choreographed by tildas character. it is this really sharp, rigid, animalistic almost tribal like dance. and as dakota does these wild "modern" dance moves, its edited wonderfully, so that this other woman, olga, is almost being punched and kicked and thrown around the room in sync with the dancing. dakota does these harsh twisting movements with her hands and the girls arm breaks, then another move and her leg gets twisted up behind her head. shes contorted like a pretzel by the end of the dance, but not dead. its horrific! the witches then show up later as shes a pathetic lump on the floor, and use these meat hooks to lift her up. shes later used in the ceremony at the end. its insane and creative and disturbingly wild!

the movies not perfect tho, and tilda swinton in old man makeup was kind of a distraction for me a little bit. i dont really understand why they chose to do that. like for me whenever i see someone in old age makeup it says to me that you are going to see that actor later, in like a flashback or some scene when the character is younger. i was waiting for it and it doesnt come. theres gotta be a reason for it, cause why bother. but we get thru the whole movie and there seems to be no reason... no flashback or tilda ripping her old age makeup off. so it was a little confusing. but it also actually makes me think, maybe there was a reason for it??? idk

for me when i figured out it was tilda in the old man makeup, i was wondering why? and as the movie went on i assumed that we were to infer that yes josef was a vessel for the witches to spy on chloe moritzs character, from the beginning. even before the beginning of the movie. to know all her secrets. to know who she was talking to. when we met josefs wife later in the movie, i thought maybe she was a witch too, and that was how they controlled josef and got information about the girls, maybe? josef also is important because he becomes a witness at the end to mother superiorums ascension. it made me think he has a deeper connection with the witches, maybe thru his wife. so by the end when none of that happened or at least none of that was spelled out, i was a little confused, cause i thought that would have made sense? but none of it happened so maybe it wasnt any of that? and they just wanted tilda to play the old man? idk. you cant make a movie more than what is on screen, but these were the thoughts i was having as i was watching it. it may be deeper or may not... maybe its left vague for a reason. i dont really know.

but that was pretty much my biggest question mark about the whole movie, besides that i was completely invested thru the whole 2.5 hr movie. it didnt feel like it dragged at all. the pacing, while some people may think is slow, i was really into. it made me pay attention to all the scenes. i wanted to know what was happening. i didnt want to miss any piece, so i was focused. didnt pick up my phone once lol

the performances also were really great! dakota johnson as susie bannion, was so good. in my opinion she knows who she is right from the get go. ive seen people say that they think susie comes into the dance academy as an "innocent" someone who is "corrupted" by the witches and is "overtaken" by the spirit or soul of mother superiorum, but i think susie is mother superiorum from the beginning and she comes into the dance academy as almost a spy, someone powerful enough to block the other witches knowing who she is, so she can observe the witches without them knowing. and when she see how they are following the corrupt and power hungry mother markos, she springs into action, in the final scene, to kill mother markos and her followers. which is so creepy and gory and insane! but for us, the audience, we are like the witches, we dont know the extent of susies power at the beginning, we find out what shes capable of as the movie goes on, like the witches do. i didnt see that twist coming, but when it did, i thought that susie has been mother superiorum from the beginning, which apparently some didnt think. so again, i dont know, and the movie doesnt explicitly state. which i do kinda admire that they keep it vague and open to interpretation.

tilda swinton is also amazing. playing 3 roles, as madame blanc, josef, and mother markos. the old man makeup is really good, but its clearly old man makeup, and they didnt really disguise tildas voice, so it sounds like tilda swinton doing a frail old man voice lol she does really do a great job physically as an old man. its a great performance. mother markos is all grotesque makeup and a gross weird fat suit and weird voice, that i suspected it might be her under all that, but i wasnt sure until after the movie. lol her best performance for me, was as madame blanc. her scenes with dakota johnson were great. you sorta get this feeling like blanc is falling in love with susie, but its played like shes afraid of it a little, and almost a little scared of susie. like blanc knows more than the other witches do. idk. i like they kept a lot of it vague. like there might be another chapter in the story possibly? who knows. id love to see a sequel.

its also worth mentioning, that the josef character has a bigger role than it would seem, and is in more of the movie than youd think. i appreciated the sweeter ending, especially considering the orgy of blood and naked bodies in that red cave scene, athe end, before the very ending of the movie. i thought that that ending scene of mother superiorum at the bed with josef, as he finally got the news he wanted, really worked. cause it doesnt end with the cynicism sometimes in horror movies. the real villains were killed in the movie, and now they can start over. like maybe the message is that when people in power become too bloated and disgusting with power, like markos, its time to get rid of them and start with a new one.

anyway, really loved the movie. i saw it last night and im still thinking of it, so that a good sign, when it sticks with you so long, and theres parts that are vague enough to build your own story to, which i like, & its kind of exciting. def worth watching.

[sucker4sixx]

Raising hell

Pt.4

PLOT: Flying to Columbia next to your “favourite” person..

WARNINGS: drug misuse

You sit at the airport, its 8am and your falling asleep on the uncomfortable plastic when you hear another band arrive, its mötley crüe, they sit in the seats away from you but directly in your view, nikki once again doesnt look at you but this time you cant blame him, falling back asleep.

You get on the plane and go to your assigned seat, seconds later nikki sitting down beside you, you both groan seeing you have been sat with eachother, you go to talk but he looks away “dont, i dont want to hear it” you fall silent and watch him before nodding, looking down at your hands.

Your not very good at staying awake so when the airplane got comfortable in the sky you doze off. An hour later you wake up and you had been sleeping on nikkis shoulder, he shifts uncomfortably and you sit up fast “shit, sorry” he shakes his head “its fine..” he mutters. The tension was awkward and you just wanted to land but you had another two hours. You reach into your bra and get out a baggy, as soon as nikki sees it his attentions all yours, his leg starting to bounce. You raise your eyebrow and roll your eyes, setting a line for him on his seats small table. “There..” he smiles and snorts it fast “hmm.. your a doll”

You go silent then turn to him as he smiles to himself, his eyes closed “im sorry for yesterday..” he peeks his eyes open and watches you, wanting you to go on. “I guess im just scared.. i dont know, its dumb”

“Scared of what?” He cocks his head “of.. this.. what we have” he sits up properly “we dont have anything”

“Yeah but i feel something.. i know you feel it too” you say in slight desperation “maybe i do but.. theres nothing sweet about you, we only get along when we have had alcohol or cocaine.. its toxic”

“But is that so bad?-“ he cuts you off “yes, it is. Plus if we do ever have anything together then it will effect our careers” you fall silent and nod “i can be sweet..” he smirks alittle “your yet to prove that to me, if you were so sweet youd get me another line” you roll your eyes and fix him up another line “am i sweet now?” He snorts it fast, rubbing his nose “no.. but this coke is” you hit his arm playfully “your a dick..” he pushes you softly “and your a cunt”.

You start to get sleepy again and try your hardest to keep your eyes open, not wanting to end up lying on nikki again, he chuckles after watching you for a good while “here.. get comfy” he pats his shoulder, you hesitate before moving the arm rest that divided you both up and wrapping your arms around his to hold him close as you place your head on his arm. His cheeks go alittle pink “i didnt say cuddle..” when you remove your arms he pushes his arm back to you “cuddle if you want.. i dont care” you smile and cuddle his arm close, falling asleep on him.

You wake up and everyones just getting off the plane but nikki stays in his seat watching you sleeping “hmm.. are we here?” He smiles seeing you wake up. “We sure are” you sit up and rub your eyes “why did you wait on with me?” He gets up and helps you to your feet “ just.. thought youd kill me if i woke you up” you roll your eyes and smile, getting up and walking to the airport with him. Paparazzi stand with their cameras, flashing lights hurting your eyes as you all tried to leave as quick as possible.

You get to the hotel, your room in between nikkis and Tommys, once tommy disappears into his own room nikki grabs your wrist, pulling you to him. “Tonight.. why dont you come to my room, we can hang out and .. get to know each other more” his eyes flicker between yours to find any hesitation or uncertainty..

“Yeah, sure” you smile.

[laurie-stark]

Chapter VII: Broken Elevator

A/N: Sorry for such a long wait between chapters, love you all!

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Tears of frustration burned my eyes as Dad pulled me into the side hallway. His grip on my forearm was gentle, but the sentiment was rough nonetheless. The moment we were out of earshot of the team, I staggered away from him, clutching my arm close to my chest.

“What has gotten into you?” Dad asked. He was angry. Seeing the snarl take over his face made me want to drop my own defences and cower. 

“How can you even ask that you're signing my rights away?” I shouted. Dad put a hand out and looked back towards the living room while shushing me. As if he cared what the team thought. 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Dad said. 

I shook my head and laughed stalely. “I read the document, Dad. If that gets signed they will have the right to lock me up.” 

“That won't happen because you aren't an Avenger anymore.” His blatant ignorance was so infuriating. I imagined myself punching a hole in the drywall just beside his head. 

“Theres an entire section with my fucking name on it!” I spat. 

“I am not going to tell you again to watch your mouth around me,” Dad warned. 

I was quick to snap back. “Since when do you care? You've been swearing since they dropped me off with you.” 

“Its about respect you little shit,” Dad said, pointing his finger in my face. 

“Oh very mature.” I rolled my eyes and pinched the space between my eyes brows. I was just itching to be done with all of this. I wanted to go home, go back to school and at least pretend like the most of my worries were end of year exams. 

“You are acting insane,” Dad said flatly. My head shot back up and I gaped at him with wide eyes. I felt the emotional rubber band stretch thinner and thinner. 

My hands covered my face, a mask that hid the welling in my eyes. Never let them see you break, I thought. Although, it wasn’t truly my voice I was hearing. Never let them see you stumble. Fingers rubbed roughly at skin, taking the tears along with them as I feigned composure. 

“I am not crazy,” I said quietly. “Don’t call me crazy.”

“No, I didn’t say crazy, I said you are acting insane.” 

I couldn’t stop the crazed scoff that bubbled up. Surely Dad did not want to see me break, surely he could hear how ridiculous he sounded. I had no idea what he wanted me to do with that, and I gave him a look that said as much. 

“Laurel”, Dad began. I swallowed hard. My eardrums were thundering and I could hear my heart beating. Thump, thump, thump. “Do you trust me?” I nodded. “Then trust me when I say that this is the best option we have.”

“I don’t believe you.” I fought to camouflage the tremor in my voice. “You hate being told what to do, so what is it really?”

I watched my dad shrug his shoulders in defeat. “We have made too many messes that other people have had to clean up. It’s time that we’re held accountable.” 

“When have you ever taken accountability for anything?” A hundred things flashed across Dad’s face. 

“I took accountability for you.”

I risked getting my shit rocked and rolled my eyes. “Right, because you had my identity wiped and I go by Pepper’s name at school. Taking some solid ownership there, Dad.”

“I don’t need you to understand my decisions Laurie, but they are for your own good.” Dad adjusted his shirt collar as he spoke. I had hoped that bringing up Pepper would gain me a leg up in this debate, but Dad didn’t so much as flinch. 

“How am I supposed to trust you when you’re about to sign a piece of paper that literally lets them take me away and experiment on me?” I asked 

Dad frowned and I caught a crack in his mask. “Where does it say that?”

Realization dawned on me in a shaking breath and I slowly backed up until my body hit the wall. “You didn’t even read it?”

Dad began to sputter out excuses. I swallowed hard and began to slip away from myself. A fog crept up under my feet, sweeping me in a wave until I was watching from above. 

“Article 12 Section 3.7. If I put a toe out of line they will take me and they will lock me up,” I said. 

“That’s not going to happen,” Dad replied. He said it lightly, like we were talking about monsters under the bed.  

My lip quivered. “But you’re willing to risk it?”

“I would never let that happen.” Dad placed his hand on his chest. 

“You will if you sign it.”

“Laurie it is not that simple-”

“Do you want me gone? Is that it?” I cut him off. “You never wanted a kid in the first place so this is the easiest way to get rid of me?” If he wanted to play like this then fine, I was game. 

“Jesus, cut it back with the melodramatics!” Dad laughed. He laughed at me. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“You can’t guarantee that!” I said pointedly. 

“It’s actually my job to guarantee that, so…” Dad was too relaxed, too enveloped in his element. He played psychological warfare like a drum every day for work, it was jarring to watch him play it on me. I had to cover my mouth as my head shook so that I could sensor the words before they came tumbling out of me. 

“You aren’t the hotshot in charge anymore, Dad. You don’t call the plays, you’re not the boss, and you know as well as I do that they would be looking for the tiniest excuse to lock me away and you would be powerless to stop them-”

“I WOULD HAVE PROTECTED YOU!”

“YOU’D BE THE ONE HANDING ME OVER!” 

I did not back down. “Not the government, not Nick Fury, not anyone else on the team. It would be you doing that to me.” I raised an accusatory finger my father. He ducked away from me. It was barely noticeable, just centimetres. But his arms were crossed high over his chest, a protective shield over his reactor arc. I looked down. My finger was glowing. I closed it into a fist. “If you sign this, Dad, I swear to God I will never forgive you.” 

“And I can live with that because I know that those Accords will keep my daughter safe. They give you a chance at a normal life, Laur.” Dad’s defences lowered in time with my fist. 

“Normal life?” I scoffed. “What normal life? I’ve had two real friends in my whole life and they’ve never been to our house. They’ll never know who my parents are, and they don’t know me truly because I’m not allowed to let them. I’ve never been to a school dance. I have no idea how to talk to people my age. You and I have never even gone to the movie theatre. My whole life has been you and nothing but you.”

Dad’s face became harder than stone. “I didn’t realize I was such a terrible father.”

That was enough to slam me back into my body. The hallway was spinning in an endless spiral around me and I felt sick to my stomach. I stood across from my father like opponents in Jersey after the countdown. Imaginary guns drawn and smoking in the wind. An eerie sense of calm slowed my thoughts and tugged at my breathing. All at once I knew this fight had been lost. 

“We’re going home. Go get your things while I finish talking to everyone else.” I did not move a muscle, staring angrily at the cold tile floor. “Please, Laurie.” 

I rolled my eyes and looked up at my father. When I was younger we would bicker a lot and I liked to punish him with silent treatments. He was always talented at sharpening his words and pointing them just above my major arteries. So in return, I would deliver silent rebuttals. They would last ages. I think the longest I went without talking to him was two and a half weeks. It was after New York, when he had disappeared again and missed Christmas. Pepper made us both try family therapy afterwards. The shrinks all thought it was some disorder, some selective form of mutism. But I knew it wasn’t. I knew what I was doing. Manipulation learned from the very best. 

I could see the pain behind my father’s eyes. I could see a broken man truly trying his best. But I get my stubbornness from somewhere and Tony Stark has never been able to get out of his own way. I learned at a very early age that he was not the kind of parent who handled his emotions well, let alone those of a teenage girl. 

When I stepped back into the living room again, trailing behind my father like a kicked dog, I could tell that my team had heard every word. It was written all over their faces. Each Avenger had taken to separate corners of the room, silently lamenting over the thick booklet that laid on the coffee table. Someone had moved the cold cup of coffee I had abandoned in all my fury. And Steve had taken off, something about a family affair he needed to take care of. Funny, I thought all of his family was dead. 

Shoes dragging to a halt underneath me, I stood motionless a few feet away from everyone else. Dad continued in his stride, marking a clear path to the middle of the room. Bile rose in my throat while I watched him reach a hand inside his vest and pull out a black pen. Carelessly tossing pages of the document to the side, my father bent down and scribbled his signature above the line with his name on it. I could sense Natasha’s watchfull eyes on me, but my gaze was glued to the Accords. My blood on the pages was still fresh. I turned my palms upwards, examining the dents in my skin that were already beginning to clot. Maybe Natasha had a right to be concerned after all. 

…

I couldn’t remember much about the ride home. Dad had driven himself to the compound in Grandpa’s old Cadillac, so we took that car home. I was grateful that I had the back to myself. There were so many times in my life when Dad and I got into a heated fit, and then had to share the backseat of Happy’s car. I imagined that was what it would be like to have siblings. 

The traffic going back into New York City on a Sunday afternoon was just a recipe for disaster. Even with F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s route saving us forty-five minutes, Dad and I were still stuck in a metal cage for the next hour. I was sprawled out along the seat, my head resting on the pink overnight bag. If Happy saw me like this, he would have had a fit followed by a lecture on proper seatbelt safety. 

I spent most of the silent drive with my eyes closed. That way I could keep the waterworks from spilling onto the plush leather seats. Italian leather, priceless and ridiculously hard to replace; something my father reminded me of every time I had the gual to try and eat in this car. There were very few material objects my Dad cared about, and this old piece of junk happened to be one of them. I let a few tears fall and create a damp puddle on the leather just to spite him. 

Every so often I would crack my eyes open a bit, muscles tense in reaction to the daylight. I would catch Dad looking at me and pretend to fall asleep again. He was supposed to be watching the road after all. I swallowed the bitter taste of spit in my mouth and let the sounds of the car rumbling lull me into real sleep. The emotional expenses of the morning were finally catching up to me. 

Dad pulled the car into the unground garage and it sputtered to a halt. The vibrations from the engine that echoed in my chest stopped. With my ear against my duffle bag, I became very aware of the hard thud, thud, thump of my own heartbeat. I supposed that Dad thought I was still asleep. I waited to hear him unlock the door and step out. He was still. 

Anticipation for something I couldn’t name sent a shiver down to my toes. My eyes were still closed and the sound of my heavy breathing was making me rethink my acting abilities. Too shallow, to narrow, too loud to mock a resting child. I focused on controlling it, slowing it down like Wanda had taught me. That only made it harder to take in air. My heart skipped a beat and got caught in my throat. Why could I not catch a breath? 

A click of a lock brought me back down. The car jiggled as dad stepped out. I opened my eyes but remained still. Dad had just recently taken up driving himself places, so there were only a handful of times in my life when he would get the chance to carry me in after a long night’s drive. I was always secretly awake, I just wanted to be held. Doesn’t everyone ache to feel smaller than they are once and a while? 

Once I felt like I had been laying there for too long, I moved to go inside the house. I figured Dad must have gone straight inside. I was too old to be carried now anyways. My hand pushed up on my duffle bag for leverage, but it was sooner swept out from under me. My cheek landed with a smack on the leather. I sat up, disgruntled, to see Dad standing above me with my duffle swaying at his side. He’d come back to get me. 

He looked as shocked as I felt. We stared at one another for a long while. I had to press my lips together when I saw the first glimmer of giggles cross my fathers face. Before I knew it he was having a total fit, giggling like he was several feet shorter and wearing pigtails. I couldn’t help but join him as he beckoned me to get out of the car. An arm around my back guided my up towards the steps into our house like the entire morning before had been forgotten. 

We stepped into the connecting elevator together. The comforting weight of Dad’s arm around my shoulders disappeared as he clicked the button for the main floor. The elevator hummed in response and I felt the ascension begin. Within seconds the doors slid open with a ding. Dad stepped out first. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked, turning as we entered the kitchen. My shoulders sagged and I let an overexaggerated yawn slip out. Food was always the way my father tried to make up for a fight. I mentally placed a bet on when he’d offer to order in cheeseburgers. 

I shook my head and rubbed an eye with my knuckles. When my vision refocused I noticed a sheen of sweat on Dad’s faced. He was paler than usual and his gaze was locked hard on me. 

Or rather, on the hand that was still by my face. The bloody nail marks had completely scabbed over. Seriously, they were not as big of a deal that everyone seemed to want to make them. 

“I’m fine, Dad.” I held my hands in fists behind my back. In the back of my mind I was bothered by the fact that the elevator door wasn’t closing properly. 

At this point in my life, I could see a panic attack starting from a mile away. The shaking breath, the jittering, the heart palpitations. I liked to joke that Dad and I passed them back and forth like a cold beer in the summertime. Nobody found that one to be funny. I could have sworn that he was getting better. Behind my back, I ran a finger over the bumpy scabs on my palms. 

Dad gulped a breath of air and dropped my duffle on the floor. Instinctively, I stepped towards him but he retreated with arms outstretched. 

“I’m fine, I’m gonna…” He stumbled over one of the barstools as he backed up. “You order a pizza or anything, I have some business to take care of downstairs.”

Dad practically ran to the main stairwell, feet stomping on the tile with force that echoed throughout the house. My shoulders tensed and I felt stuck, having not one clue what just happened. After a minute or two of standing in complete silence, I dared to move one foot in front of the other. I bent down and picked up my duffle from the ground. And although they had been completely open the entire time, the moment I reached the elevator, its doors finally closed. 

[renaissanceofthearts]

NEO-JAPAN 1.0

"NEO-JAPAN is a harsh place for a child growing up.. theres gibble venders, 'prosties,' (you know curb walkers, fiddle contractors) and the assortments of thugs, blackmailers, back yard cooks , not to mention the life suckers."

"I had to get infared eyes to make sure the invisible pick pockets don't get ya when you're in city streets. these asshole are as silent as mice, and fingers like a 1500 century pianist."

"things dont get easier when you enter the center of the city, the overwhelming sense of movement is nothing get to use to. you can go from upper-tire high-class, to a guy running his finger through an old sardine can, missing teeth and looks like he's been run over by a bus, with sand paper wheels.."

getting by isn't easy and every time you think you have something, it spills away like rain through the storm drains. Neo- Japan, is the worst and best place to be."

"the authorities are not to laugh at, the basically run around in this thing, 'The Crowd Buster.' its comparable to a mini-tanker with legs, motion sensors, inferred cameras, taser the size of a cannon and fires 50 caliber rounds; its has a horn, with a pitch frequency sound so high and loud, it'll make your ears bleed. I swear the guy got too close and nearly shit his guts out. - it's something people don't forget. It patrols on a 24 hour cycle, in case the local mobs or large gangs get any smart ideas, on who in charge in the city."

"not to mention the 'HIGHWAY PROTAL,' they fly around in gravity paralleled 'NIGHT HAWKS," completely silent and have the speed and range thats unmatched to the normal vehicles on the city streets, it nearly never get old , you see these guy flying around in between towers, making it look easy. it make you dream like a kid, and thats they talk about, being a NIGHT HAWK pilot, I have to say - I always wanted to be one as well.

"above that you have the sub control vessels, impossible to hack, can take a rocket hit straight on and has a Barrier that deflect nearly all energy focused beams. these guys relay all the messages to through out the city, making sure things are under control. 'the eyes in the sky,' if you will...they call these "THE SCARABS", like the beatles. (not the band jack ass.) Do have any idea how many people try to hack and steal these things, you'll become a legend just for trying, there was one guy managed to hack one, but we'll get to that later."

"NEO- JAPAN, is out of control, til the second you see any of these guys in your district."

and they all get controlled by the central tower, "THE DIGITAL FORTRESS," this thing run off 10,000 ocean fans. they pretty much get energy from the constant ebb and flow of the ocean waves, this thing, other then the size is completely unknown, no one and I mean no gets in...

some guy tried to use cyborg insects, at attempt to get in, but was able to infiltrate the tower, the lasers surrounding the "DIGITAL FORTRESS", have unmatched accuracy. I've been told they can shoot a grain of sand out of the sky.

"THE INFILTRATOR - THE DUNG BEETLE."

"these guys are pretty sweet, they can fly, relay messages - via micro short wave speaker they also release a stinky gas, sleep gas and smoke screens, doesn't last every long but gets the job done, not to mention holographic maps of the local areas"

"At times when I dont get enough rest my 'INFA-EYES' get hazy, the synaptic connections get hyper stimulated, my vision hits like a tv inetween channels"... SFX(zzz,zzzt) [infrared eyes]

and ill run into one of 'her.' attitude and all, girls like this can be some of the most dangerous in NEO-JAPAN. they mean business, and the semi to prove it, they run in groups but mostly solitary, they're all connected through a wireless neuro-link, its pretty hi tech, even more hard to install..

you might find them with a "TX9" don't let the simplistic look fool you, it's ability to think, make choices is on par with humans, if not pushing the frontier on whats considered intelligence. These girls roam the city like an unnamed army of hit tech-kittens with 9 inch alumanitum claws, but dont ever call them that. (kittens)

just my luck, my vision comes clear and im being "TOMMY JONES'D"

" you better have something worth taking? or you might have a perma- black out, with those eye."

Zainda, dont joke around with that thing, I dont trust the gentle touch of your 'AUTOMATION HANDS, put that thing down...

"every time I see her, its like the rains falling, as if the storm follows her around, or perhaps she is the storm, just millimeters from firing that thing at anyone. ("DK3," it's a compact 25 round mag with a recall of a 9mm but hits like a 45mm, it's no joke.) i walk past, as she shows the typical smirk on her face."

"I decide to head out the city, to the outskirts for some materials, difficult to find, necessary for keep these eyes working smoothly."

End of part ONE. NEO-JAPAN.

*hope you like part one.*

"NEURO-LINK" EXPLANATION: ITS SOUND, not as simple as you may think, they pretty much replace the whole formal cortex, giving the the person faster reaction time, instant calculation ability, the only down side, you lose the sense of emotional range, a lot of the people who part take in the transplant went completely nuts, with out happiness and sorrow, you tend to lose a grasp on whats real, but for some strange reason woman take better to the transplant then men, why, who knows?"

chat gpt explanation:

The concept of a Neuro-Link involves high-tech brain interfaces that enable wireless communication with external devices. One prominent example is Neuralink, an American neurotechnology company focused on developing implantable brain-computer interfaces (BCIs). These interfaces hold promise for restoring sensory and motor function and treating neurological disorders. Furthermore, Neuralink aims to create a generalized brain interface to restore autonomy for individuals with unmet medical needs and unlock human potential. Additionally, there are discussions around the technical complexities and requirements of such high bandwidth interfaces and brain-to-brain communication. However, it's important to note that while this technology holds significant potential, it also raises ethical and safety considerations

[yfmconfessions2]

alright fuckers puff anon is back💪 HE IS LITERALLY ROTTING MY BRAIN AND THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE I SHALL YAP ABOUT HIM (im so sorry if its annoying i just have a thing for red or green themed characters😭)

He's ridiculously ticklish and if anyone pokes him in the sides he just folds (theres this thing in my school where everyone is literally doing thay and its so fucking annoying. Only IM ALLOWED TO DO THAT.)

Cant act mature in any serious situation. Like if someone literally got hit by a car he would just burst into laughter.

He has crooked teeth bc the braces he had as a kid didnt help that much. And he hates it.

Has the most fucked up sleep schedule known to man. He either pulls 4 all-nighters in a row or goes to sleep at 9pm.

Hes a hypocrite. And if anyone points it out he gets SO OFFENDED.

Gets nosebleeds really frequently for no reason. No one knows why, and neither does he. But he doesnt give a damn anyway.

Got sick alot as a kid. Mf was always walking around with a cold or stuff. AND refused to wear jackets during winter.

The only people that keep him sane are the band members AND his grandma. But he still tries to tell himself that he doesnt need anyone or them (he's just a softie on the inside but he cant admit it.)

When him and Axel are chilling at a bar Puff says that he could pull any chick he wants but when he sees an actually pretty chick he just gets so shy and cant talk to her for jackshit.

He says that any apocalypse series or movies are dumb but watches my little pony infection aus with a passion.

If you ever tripped infront of him he would never help you. Like ever. He would just laugh and say "Skill issue" then after a few steps he trips over his own legs.

He cant draw at all. He can barely write too.

and with that thats all i have to say for now *bows down dramatically* Untilllll...Tommorow probably LMFOAOAO

NONONONO YOU'RE NOT ANNOYING I LOVE THESE!1!!1 KEEP EM COMING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THESE GIVE ME LIFE

AND OMG. I WANNA WRITE THESE IN AN ACTUAL HARDCOVER BOOK AND PRINT IT OUT AND LABEL IT AS "Official Puff Puff Headcanons" AND PUT OUT ON DISPLAY ON A LECTERN

[beantothemax]

As per the agreement with Yvon, Cyrus had not been in Atlasdam in forever. Six months and twenty two days, to be exact. He kept count of how long he was gone, eagerly awaiting the day he would return.

After paying a visit to Noblecourt, the group passed by Atlasdam and decided to stay there for a day. The days were at their longest and there was to be a festival that Cyrus had described as being fun. Of course his friends were curious to see it as well. They all listened intently as he described the beautiful melodies and immaculate pastries one could have the pleasure of experiencing at the festival.

But it quickly became annoying when they realized he would not stop talking after ten minutes. He spoke endlessly of the wonders of the Atlasdam summer solstice festival with a bright smile on his face. H’aanit placated him and asked as many questions as he had answers. Luckily, the rest of the group was finally spared of his endless rambling when they reached the city gate.

“Come with me, the archery contest is over here!” he beamed, taking H’aanit’s hand.

She happily ran after him with a laugh, followed closely by Linde.

The archery competition was nothing special. Every target was far too close to the start line. The organizer handed H’aanit a flimsy bow and poorly made arrow.

“Have you done this before?” they asked.

And H’aanit couldn’t help but laugh, “this is mine profession.”

Cyrus stared in wonder at her cocky smirk as she effortlessly got three bullseyes. The dumbfounded organizer handed her a slice of reward cake which she gladly accepted.

“Comen, Cyrus, you must showen me all before sunset,” she smiled.

He took her hand and led her to the next attraction.

Upon a stage, a band played Atlasdamish folk tunes. They were all sung in their native tongue  and though Cyrus had begun to teach H’aanit the language, she barely caught a word. Still, she put a hand on Cyrus’ shoulder and they danced and laughed until their feet ached.

When the sun had begun its slow descent, Cyrus pulled her aside. At this hour, a bonfire would be lit in the square. They held on tight to each others’ hands in fear of getting separated in the dense crowd.

Though they both struggled when there were too many sensations at once, with the familiarity of the festival and Linde’s comforting presence, neither felt unwell. Cyrus knew exactly where and when everything was and H’aanit trusted him fully. But in the crowd, his grip on her hand loosened and he let go without intending it. Before he knew it, at least a dozen people separated them and he could no longer see his partner.

“Professor Albright!” a familiar (but incorrect) voice called out.

Cyrus knew the city and its people but he only wished to see the former. Last he was there, people he once considered close friends said they hated him for his disgusting actions. Of course, those outlandish accusations were all false and merely fabricated by Therese.

She smiled at the sight of her old professor.

“Oh, hi Therese,” he muttered.

They stood by the edge of the crowd where there was no need to move with the current. Usually that was good, but Cyrus’ lungs seemed to fail him the longer he stood in the presence of that detested girl.

“How have your travels been?” she asked.

“I-” he started but his throat was dry and it could not produce a sound.

“Did a monster take your voice?” she laughed.

Gods, he wished he had an excuse that good. Unfortunately, it was only her. She had ruined his life and taken everything from him out of jealousy. Not of him but of another of his pupils. Why must it hurt him? He had done nothing wrong and yet she chose the worst possible accusation she could think of.

At that moment, a leopard’s head popped out from the crowd. Linde rubbed her head on his leg, affectionately circling around him. He instinctively reached down to scratch behind her ear. Her soft fur was among one of the most comforting feelings he knew and just her presence eased his anxieties.

Before Therese could question his fondness for the leopard, H’aanit appeared. She leaned down to give Linde a good head pat before looking to Cyrus, “who is this?”

“An old student,” Cyrus murmured.

“I’m Therese,” the girl smiled.

“Therese?” H’aanit thought.

Cyrus spoke at length about Atlasdam, especially to H’aanit. When they became close, he opened up about everything that happened, about the anxiety it caused him and the nightmares he had. He spoke of an experience he had as a child, how he thought it was behind him, only for every single unpleasant memory to come flooding back when Therese accused him of a crime similar to the one he had been a victim of.

“Ah, Therese. Cyrus speaks of you,” H’aanit finally said.

“He does?” Therese gasped.

H’aanit didn’t utter another word. She took Cyrus’ hand and practically dragged him away as he all but fainted at the sight of Therese. Linde could sense his uneasiness and stayed beside him. He rested a hand on her head and she purred under his touch.

“Where is thine home?” H’aanit asked.

Cyrus only pointed at a street as his voice hadn’t yet returned. H’aanit, though she knew not the city, took the lead and hoped Cyrus would stop her at his house. Lucky for them, this street only had homes and no establishments and it was quiet. The tension in his shoulders loosened as they got further from the loud crowd and Therese, who fortunately did not follow them.

“This one,” Cyrus muttered, pointing at a house.

He pulled his keys from his pocket and H’aanit snatched them. She opened the door and led him inside. He had scarcely removed his jacket and shoes before he ran upstairs to his bedroom. Once H’aanit had removed her out-clothes as well, she followed him to find him curled up on his bed.

A soft smile spread on his lips as he rolled around in his pile of blankets and pillows. He was in the safety of his own home for the first time in what felt like a lifetime and he never wanted to leave.

“It maketh me joyful to see that thou chose a bigger bed than thou needen. There is room for Linde and I,” she smiled as she crawled in.

She wrapped her arms around Cyrus and kissed the crown of his head as he yawned. All the tension was gone from his body and all it left was exhaustion. He needed to rest and recover after, not only seeing Therese, but also attending a festival. Fortunately for him, H’aanit loved him dearly and knew just what he needed in such situations.

The foot end of the mattress sunk under Linde’s weight. She was like a fire and warmed the bed in no time.

“I wish Therese could feel shame. I wish that bastard that hurt me got a life sentence and I wish he’d die,” Cyrus mumbled.

“I thought thou were against violence,” H’aanit replied.

“He deserves it.”

“I suppose so.”

Only half an hour passed before they remembered they had six other travel companions. H’aanit climbed out of the bed as quietly as she could, careful not to step on Cyrus or Linde.

“I will tellen our friends we will sleep here tonight. Haven thou room for guests?” she asked.

“Mmm… no. Tell them to tell the inn owner they’re my friend though, I tutored her son for a few years so she likes me,” Cyrus grumbled.

“That I’ll do.”

As silently as though she were on the hunt, H’aanit left. She slipped through the crowd and found her friends in no time, eager to return to her lover who needed her company.

had to stand up and just. walk around my room for a few minutes because ohhhhhhh my gosh. oh my gosh. th.

h’aanit and cyrus going around the festival was very fun! then I had a sense of impenetrable dread fall over me once I saw therese enter the scene

I REALLY loved how h’aanit just. drags cyrus away. the minute she finds out this is therese she goes ‘ok we need to leave this conversation as soon as possible’ and accomplishes that by essentially carrying him away from said conversation. if it works it works I suppose.

and…… the whole end………….. pie have I told you how good of a writer you are today. because. augh.

[kamyru]

theres a scenario with hayama and a lost kid in one of his MS. Can you do one when Kijima also encounters a wandering child look for their parents?

Hi! Thank you for this ask. This trope is one of my favorite in fiction. I hope you'll like the story, even if it took me so long to write it. Enjoy! ❤️

Toshiaki Kijima helping a lost kid (Scenario)

Summary: Toshiaki didn't expect for a trip to the market to turn into an entire adventure for him and a lost boy.

Words counting: 1516

Toshiaki had his phone in his hands to announce to his wife that he had found the part he needed for his motorcycle. However, the moment MC answered the phone, it fell from the man's hands as his attention got caught by a boy that didn't look older than five-year-old. A bicycle approached the kid fast, and if it weren't for Toshiaki to grab the boy, it would have had a sad ending. The kid, who tried to be calm, finally burst into tears. Toshiaki picked up his phone, hoping that it was still functional, and checked if the call was still going. He could hear his wife's scared voice.

"I'm alright, don't worry. I'll call you a little bit later," the man said before giving the boy all his attention. "Are you alright?"

The kid didn't hear Toshiaki. He didn't even recognize his presence. The man knelt in front of the boy. He thanked all the gods for having a wife with a sweet tooth. Thanks to her, he always had candies in his pockets. Taking out one, he finally caught the boy's attention.

"Mom says I am not allowed to eat many sweets. I already had a chocolate today."

A smile appeared on Toshiaki's face, and he felt the urge to pat the boy's head. However, he didn't want to cause him discomfort.

"Where are your parents?" Toshiaki finally asked what concerned him the most. Though, his question triggered another round of crying. This time, Toshiaki's palm found its place on the boy's shoulder, caressing him reassuringly. "Do you know your home address?" the man asked, hoping it was near them. However, after hearing it, he understood that he would have to find the kid's parents instead of his home, which was on the other side of the city. "Do you know the phone number of your home or one of your parents?"

The boy frowned while mumbling some numbers. A smile appeared on Toshiaki's face. However, it disappeared when the mumbling stopped, and the boy looked helplessly at him.

"I forgot the last two digits of my mom's phone number."

Toshiaki felt like sighing, but he didn't want to stress the boy even more. He looked around him, hoping that maybe he would catch anyone searching for their kid.

"How come you're here alone?" the man asked in his softest voice, which he usually dedicated to his wife.

"I saw a cat and played with her for a minute, and when I turned to look after mom, she wasn't there anymore. Will you help me find her?"

Toshiaki nodded with a smile, even if he had no idea what he could do better than call the police. He didn't want to stress the kid and his parents more than necessary, hoping that in a few minutes, his mother would return after him. The man was fidgeting with his wedding band, trying to make a plan. However, the boy started to talk again.

"I want to pee."

The boy looked down and moved his weight from one leg to another. Toshiaki turned around, and his eyes fell on a cafe. He picked up the kid and approached it. He could ask the barista if he saw anyone looking like the kid's mom.

"You're so tall. You're even taller than my father. I can see everything from here," the boy's mood finally improved while he looked around, searching for his mom.

"How does your mom look like?" Toshiaki asked while going to the cafe.

"She is taller than me and very pretty. She also has the kindest smile in the world and loves me a lot," the boy started and glared at Toshiaki in search of approval. When he saw the man's face still deep in thought, he finally understood what he had to say. "She has black hair, wears a pink coat she calls peach, and has a scarf with a flowery print."

While the boy was in the restroom, Toshiaki approached the barista and asked them if they saw a woman that corresponded with the boy's description. However, the answer was no. But the barista announced through the speakers, hoping a client would recognize the woman.

When the boy returned, his eyes fell on the sandwiches displayed at the shop. He sighed and approached Toshiaki's side. However, the man caught on to his behavior and picked the boy again.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to order anything?"

After the boy confirmed this, Toshiaki approached the barista again and asked for the sandwich that had caught the kid's attention. They took a seat from which they could see everyone that walked on the street. While munching on his sandwich, the boy's eyes traveled from the people outside the cafe to the man near him.

"Who are you?" he asked the shortest question he had in mind.

Toshiaki's eyes left the street and interlocked with the boy's. He tilted his head, trying to understand what a kid could want to hear.

"I'm Toshiaki Kijima," he said, hoping it was enough. But when the kid's eyes didn't leave him, he continued: "I work for an advertisement company." After this, Toshiaki bowed. The boy returned the bow and moved his eyes outside.

"How old are you? Do you like cats? What are you doing here? Do you have kids?"

Toshiaki blinked a few times at the boy, trying to understand if he really wanted to hear everything about this. However, a question caught his attention and linked with what the boy had told him minutes ago.

"I do have a cat. It's my wife's cat, and he lives with us. His name is Takuro, and if you want, I can show you a few photos with him."

The boy's eyes started to spark, and Toshiaki chuckled again while fishing for his phone in his pockets. Only then did he understand that the phone's screen broke. He sighed and tried to detach the screen protector while being watched by the eager kid. The man let out a breath when he saw that only the protective glass was broken. Before he opened his photos, he read the notification, searching for a message from his wife. MC really had sent him a message asking Toshiaki what had happened, and he made a mental note to answer it as soon as possible. He entered his gallery while the boy leaned closer to look at the screen. However, before he could find a photo of Takuro, a selfie of him and his wife caught the kid's attention.

"Who is this?"

"This is my wife," Toshiaki whispered bashfully.

"Her smile is nearly as cute as my mom's."

The kid's words made a smile appear on Toshiaki's face. He finally found a photo of Takuro. Moreover, there were even a few videos. And while the boy was entertained by the big and fluffy cat on the screen, Toshiaki scanned every pedestrian that passed by the cafe. Finally, a woman that looked exactly like the boy's description, with a disheveled appearance, and a worried look, appeared on the streets.

"Is this your mom?" Toshiaki asked the boy.

Before answering, the boy left his place and started running to the woman Toshiaki saw. The man ran after him. However, he stopped a few meters away when he saw them hugging each other. After a while, the boy's head turned around to look at the man who helped him. Toshiaki waved to the kid and was a second away from leaving. Yet, the boy ran to him and hugged his legs.

"Thank you!" he started with a big smile. Then, with a shy expression, he said: "Can you take me up once more?"

Toshiaki laughed, but before fulfilling the boy's wish, he looked at his mom, who was approaching them. She nodded, so the man took the boy in his hands. But this time, instead of holding him against his hip, Toshiaki put him on his shoulders. That made the kid clap his hands due to happiness.

"Thank you for taking care of my kid, and I'm sorry for disturbing you," the woman said while her child was being entertained by the view around him.

Toshiaki shook his head and then handed the kid back to his mom. After exchanging a few more pleasantries and giving the kid his phone number because the boy wanted to see Takuro again, Toshiaki was finally free to return home.

"Kids are exhausting," Toshiaki said while letting himself fall on the couch in his living room.

MC, who found out about Toshiaki's adventures on his way home when he messaged her, approached her husband and hugged his shoulders from behind.

"I thought you wanted to have kids," she whispered against his neck. The man took his wife's hands and nuzzled his nose against her cheek.

"I do. But they are still challenging," Toshiaki said while kissing his wife.

MC let out a chuckle and put herself on her husband's lap. She knew that even if the kids were challenging, it would be a challenge both of them could deal with.

[pwblogarchive]

July 2004

July 5, 2004

“Its Such A Joke How Every Song I Ever Write Is”

we’re getting close. i think we might do one more video for TTTYG. the song is gonna be one thats gonna suprise you, because its our favorite one off the record. if it happens, the band is gonna write the video and act in it- cross your fingers and we’ll see what goes down.

has anybody noticed how cliche, selfserving and overdamatic this journal has become? me too.

peter wentz- president of the FOB drama club

love never wanted me but i took it anyway. and there aint a pill that can keep you from my mind- there aint a siren that can keep me from your window. didn’t you hear the word on the streets? i’m getting by on obsession, baby.

p.s. my hair is now black, im here for your heart.

July 7, 2004

“And I Dont Care If Im Just Like The Boys I Trash In All These Songs…”

heard a bunch of the new academy record- you are gonna be suprised. dont sleep. this thing is good and not just in a “my friends are in this band” kind of good, i’d like it even if i didn’t know those geeks. they are like my little brothers. sorry i cut out of the show fast tonight. im not feeling so great about some friends lately. i don’t get “it” but i get it.

if you have any crazy home footage (like the time you and your brother glued yourselves together or whatever) send it to us. we are gonna include a section for it on the release the bats dvd- send it and a release (a piece of paper saying you release the footage and your image to be used by clandestine industries) to: Release the bats DVD at 900 forest. wilmette, il 60091- we need it this month. expect it to drop this fall around the TBS tour.

peter

we joked about the kids who used to be just like us- sick inside of their own skin.

i dropped an “i love you” thankgod it got caught in the wind.

you shouldnt have come back here alone. i’m a shark, baby. and theres blood in the water.

July 8, 2004

“Clip My Wings, I Don’t Deserve The Sky”

I must confess how much I love touring here and seeing old friends. Please come say hi.

I also must confess my serious ashlee simpson crush.

Peterabbit

July 12, 2004

“I Would Forgive You But You Could Never Forgive Yourself”

sooo. this half of tour has been hot. hot and fun. there has been lots of drama in my life. i apologize for being out of it. so st. louis- i got hot. i got delirious. i made some weird decisions. i smashed a bass. said weird stuff. left the stage. threw up. asked bill from the academy to get me some FOB booty shorts and tell the crowd i quit fall out boy. then i yelled into a megaphone. got into skimpy shorts and ran around on stage playing.

Oh yeah all these ideas seemed really funny at the time, now not so funny.

i apologize for anyone who had to see my legs in shorts.

that was the hottest i have ever been in my entire life.

peter

texas is the reason.

July 14, 2004

“Which One Is It Gonna Be The Smile Or The Voice Cause You Can’t Have Both”

For some reason texas air feels right on my lungs. I can’t wait to hit the coast. The stars out here are playing jokes on me. These shows have felt pretty good too. Me and patrick wrote a new one today, it gonna make you dance.

July 15, 2004

its been awhile. i apologize. i can't say i haven't missed you. i need to write more. i think i start to lose it otherwise.

sometimes it all just feels so fucking on. if you don't get that, i'm sorry i cant explain it. 

seeing this country in the summer in a van leaves me breathless. get off the computer and go out and fall in love with someone or something.

you gotta know you have my heart.

- petey

July 15, 2004

“Its Like Chris Said”

New mexico was great for never having been there before. People were so welcoming. I got electrocuted. That was not so great. I’ve got to stop reading the internet, it bums me out a lot. Okay I’m through with (me) all the complaining. I feel like I am holding my breath all the time. A nervous stuttering wreck, and then you don’t like me anyway. I’ve got it figured out, none of it matters. Either: you love to hate me or you hate to love me. But for the record you are my favorites anyway.

Love peter Oh yeah. Hey j.m. Remember that boy I was always nervous about you hanging out with, the one I hated? When did I become him? I dunno, but I did. I’m sorry. For the record I hope you’re doing alright.

July 16, 2004

There’s a part of me that thinks that things might turn out alright. But there’s another part that hopes you didn’t leave your hotel key between pages of the bible iin the drawer.

- petey

July 16, 2004

“Nobody Puts Pete The Baby In The Corner”

Sometimes I just write when I am in a bad mood. And often what comes out is trite and depressing. I am sorry. As I sit here with my posture clearly indicating hours on a glowing screen filled with meaningless words, my middle finger calloused and crooked from writing for hours a day in a notebook that seems filled as soon as a new one it bought. With this keyboard I take AIM on nothing and don’t really care. My wrists feel like they’d slit themselves if I let them, they want out (so do I). Then I remind myself I am out with my bestfriends and having the time of my life. My hotel room was next to a palm tree,

I slept well and dream free.

That was me beng a baby. It happens. You have all always been so nice so don’t even sweat it. Just deal with me getting “emo” sometimes.

P

July 18, 2004

A lot of people have been asking for this. Here’s a bit from our new song- we don’t take hits, we write them….

Find myself on the street out in front of your house so you can kiss safe thoughts good bye. I’m coming up to break your heart. You’re sleeping with the light on like you’re dying to be found out.

I need to take a break from the internet for awhile. I think you’re getting to me love.

- petey

July 18, 2004

“This Place Is A Prison And These People Aren’t Your Friends”

I heard somebody once say “if you love something set it free”

But we’re doomed to crash with these clipped wings

July 25, 2004

“I Aint Dropping No Sympathy… On You Cause Youre Living Lives Way Too Complete For Me…”

its only always been about dropping tears and names. its just a song. so forget all the questions. the stories getting old - but we’ll always be the homewreckers with the hearts of gold.

dont believe in someone who never believed in anything.

July 25, 2004

“No Time For Love, Dr. Jones, We Got Trouble”

I’m gonna miss california. This trip to the west coast was what I needed.

Peter

July 27, 2004

“Status Report”

Lots going on. We’re gonna miss the west coast…. Also. Were gonna have some new merch for warped tour: a shirt that has 8 of our early shirts on it for the collectors, a fob drama club shirt, scene point pins and more. So come by and check it out. Secondly, we aren’t/didn’t play warped in your town because they didn’t ask us to not because we didn’t want to so don’t believe the hype.

Also, our friends in gym class heroes will be playing the bnd tour with us on august 1 in davenport, iowa and then I am setting up a show again for them in chicago on august 3, so come check them out. They are the next big thing, better than atmosphere.

Lastly, I guess some people have told the guys in new found glory we were shittalking them in our dvd. That is the farthest thing from the truth. I knew chad when he was in shai hulud and have always looked up to nfg. That is a band that did it right and I have more respect for than any other band in our genre. We goofed around on a video three years ago to try and trick some girl. That’s it. No drama. So if you are going to warped before we get on it, stop by nfg and tell them fall out boy loves them for us.

There’s no other band out there that did it like them.

Didn’t we tell you the fob drama club was in full effect.

Pete

July 30, 2004

after awhile when you bounce back and forth between different hearts nothing gets old. you never really have to mean anything to anyone. i have intimacy problems with the world. her eyes are blackened around the edges so much that she looks like a racoon. they look like permenant black eyes- the consumate victim. everybody loves the victim. he can’t put his finger on what it reminds him of but the closest he can come are old zombie movies. she’s made-up to look half dead- which still beats most of them who are just half-alive anyway. her hair looked like rows of shark teeth dyed over dye jobs like she was running away from her natural color. noone wants to be what they are. she looks independent in a very vulnerable way. the safest kind of dangerous. we drove around the city so she could alternate between cigarettes and coffee. we talk about the kids we hate just so we have something to agree about. they used to be just like us. we’re sitting on the edge of her bed. every single inch on your body is filled with millions of nerves. somewhere inside your brain neurons have fired to synapses and put them on alert. when your hands brush hers it feels electric. every movement has a meaning, either yes or no. its getting later and later. the conversation and the possibilities are running out. last call. this is a war. everytime she moves her hand to her hair she is sending you signals. stay or leave. why can’t you figure them out. don’t strike first. wait until you are tired enough to make a move. lean in to kiss her bringing an awkward break in conversation. as you pull back she keeps talking about writers and bands she thinks will make her look cooler. but your fooled if only because you are worried she has found you out. push your tongue into her mouth too keep the right words from spilling out. her sheets smell like stale cigarettes smoked by boys who were me on nights before. she has a body that is built for sex. the kind a kid like me wouldn’t know what to do with if we had half the chance. imagine the chemistry of swallowed DNA. she has a scar that runs down her back right along the spine, like somebody tried to steal it. i joked her like this: “someone must have ignored the blue prints, look at all the structural damage”. but i stuttered and trailed off. the smoke curled off of her lips. for a second i was dying to be it. dying to be as clever and kissable as her. there she was sitting in front of me, knee pulled up to to her chin. smoking a cigarrette thinking of something or someone else. and thats how she will be stuck in my mind forever. two explorers in the dark, mapless and hopeless. alone together. its funny how easy it is to sleep with someone, but how hard it is to sleep next to someone. it’s too intimate. it makes my heartbeat race and pound inside my head. it is deafening. i slide my arm from behind her head and slip out the door. the pavement on the sidewalk is watching me go over every moment in my head. it’s watching me remember you. mistake by mistake. frame by frame. we’re not just taking trips down memory lane, we are broken down on it.

- petey

July 30, 2004

“Gbet Down With A Sickness”

i am sick. colorado was insane. sorry the show sold out so quickly, we had no idea. somebody bring me some fireworks to the iowa shows so i can shoot them at people and feel better. this is a part of this other book i have been working on: www.fueledbyramen.com/journal its a bit different than the boy with the thorn in his side.

you have no idea.

peter

[agreekdemigod]

For now I have some ideas about the 'before the reveal' period:

-Ichiji didnt expect Ace to visit so promptly after that first time. In fact he hadnt expected him to visit him at all. Humans are volatile beings band they can grow attached and bored quickly, so the fact that Ace keeps returning baffles Ichiji a little.

-He lets Ace roam around the temple, there's nothing to steal that Ichiji is worried about, but if Ace gets curious enough to want to step inside the room Ichiji is in, Ichiji would remind him to keep his distance in quite a sharp voice that will disuade Ace from insisting. For now.

-Ichiji was born a gorgon, so he is knows the limits of his own body and how to control it. When he was a child he kept turning fauna into stone so to be able to play with them, he covered his eyes with a cloth. He got used to wear it even before he and his siblings separated, as it protected him from the sun or a lost hunter that crossed his path, and once he pulled a hood over his hair, his disguised allowed him to travel without much inconvenience until he found his mother's temple.

-Ichiji has mostly a human form: his skin is cold and has little patches of scales where it roughens (elbows, knuckles, knees), but has two long legs and arms,and though his nails *can* grow into claws, he keeps them neatly trimmed bc its convenient bc of his daily chores. He already has his snake pupils and is quite good with a knife so he can protect himself just fine without them.

-The other obvious thing about him are his fangs, but after years of practice, he knows how to move his lips without grazing them and also how to speak while hiding them. That means, he doesnt smile or laugh often, and always keeps his emotions in check to avoid it. This specially fustrates Ace, who finds him fascinating, and tries to establish conversation and make him blush with flirty comments, to no avail.

-Then there's of course, the hair. Or the snakes that made his hair. Their scales are mostly red and they have shedding seasons so having short nails help ichiji in washing his scalp to get rid of the discarded skin.

-Ichiji has a little patch of scales above his eyebrows too, just at the corner, that makes it look like it ends in an spiral. All of his siblings have them, so he doesnt feel conscious about it.

-When Ace is visiting during summer, spring or autum, Ichiji will try to stay in the shadows so that Ace doesn't fully catch a glimpse of his gorgon traits. Also bc the shadows are fresh and summers in greece are a nightmare. Plus he wants to avoid the comfrontation if he could.

-In winter it is easier, because the climate is colder and as a reptile he hates cold, so he wraps himself in woolen cloaks that keep his scalp warm and covered, and makes sure to light more torches during the night so the fire keeps the place warm.

-Its about that time when Ace starts to grow bolder, climbing on Ichiji's bedroom's window and getting himself a mouthful of feathers when Ichiji hits him with a pillow. He doesnt move pass the windowstill but Ace still feels giddy bc it is the closer he has been to Ichiji yet.

-Ichiji considers barricading the window and closing the curtains, but he really likes to admire the moonduring the night and as long as Ace keeps himself in the limits of his bedroom then he can bear it for the season.

-Ace leaves again a few days after spring arrives, the cold still hanging in the air for Ichiji to keep his layers, and for four months, Ichiji doesnt see him again.

-When he returns, Ichiji can tell hes still recovering from deep wounds, so theres no way he can climb his window for some time. He prepares an actual bedroom for Ace this time, and moves a chair near the door of his bedroom just in case Ace wants to visit him to make some talk like he used to do before he left. And Ace does and though theres still physical distance between them, it feels like they have grown closer.

Acechiji Greek Mythology AU

Hear me out: Gorgon!Ichiji who lives at a temple on the top of a hill, and Ace as the demigod hero who stops by while on his hunt of this other demigod who has wronged the name of his adopted father's house.

-Ace had been camping in the woods for days so he's grateful when he spots the temple just as the first drops of rain start falling down. By the time he reaches the top of the hill hes drenched but ecstatic for having somewhere to stay in, and plans to pay his respect to the god's priest that obviously lives there, based on how clean everything is inside.

-Ichiji has been living there for about a decade. His siblings and him had parted ways many years ago and he found in this old and abandonned temple of his mother a haven to hide himself from heroes looking for glory or scared villagers that could group and arm themselves to kill him.

-Not like Ichiji had killed anyone that hasn't attacked him first, but he knows that the snakes in his head and the cursed eyes activate the fight or flight instinct of most people so he would preffer avoiding any witchhunt if he could.

-He covers his eyes with a cloths too, thin enough for him to be able to discern shapes and movement around, but enough to protect his sensible eyes from bright light, and to hide his identity from anyone at first glance. Plus, theres two dozen of little snakes' eyes that can look around and hiss a warning if there was someone sneaking around and planning to hurt him

-Ace takes note on some things as he gets deeper into the temple: there's but a few torches lit, only giving the bare minimun of light in the main rooms, but he can tell that the deity there is loved by the offerings left in the altar. Ace kneels down and puts down the rabbit he had hunted as dinner earlier on it, right next to the little statues made by moonstone left in there, and makes a quick prayer to ask for the goddess' favour

-He notices that there's pieces of stone gathered in the corners of some rooms, as if someone had smashed a bunch of stone statues into pieces, which is a damn shame because from what he can tell, they were very detailed statues.

-He finds the priest in one of the unlit rooms, and he must have startled him because theres the low hiss of his sandals echo inside the chamber when he turns around to face Ace.

-It makes sense after a quick glance at his face, the man is blind, his eyes covered with a cloth bandage that went under his fringe and tied above one of his ear, and Ace clears his throat and tries to explain his motives and ask him if he could stay.

-The man thinks in silence, and despite the poor lighting Ace can tell from the shape of his profile, that he is a handsome one, though it is indeed quite difficult to even discern the color of his hair.

-The priest accepts his offering to the goddess and his request but asks that he leaves the following morning before the sun rises . And for now, thats enough for Ace, who goes to sleep relieved and planning for his gift of appretiation of the following morning that he plans to leave in the priest room right before he leaves.

(That's all i have for now lol)