#i will try to get teh store up and running soon!

[clickingawayatatypewriter]

Are you still planning on making a store?

Short answer: yes, but it's a bit postponed. Long answer: yes, I am, but several things have pushed it back! Due to some complications that have arisen in my life I am, at the present moment, not able to set up an online business the way I'd like to. I do plan on creating an account (likely on instagram) where I can post scripting inspiration and examples a bit! I may take requests or suggestions, maybe not, I don't know at the moment. Hopefully in the near future I'll be able to open up commissions but at the present moment I am unable to receive payment for them and thus unable to do anything like that :/ Honestly I had no idea anyone was really following the progress of the store, but! If anyone wants updates at all I'll add a #kipscripts to any posts regarding the scripting account/store in the future <3

[thesmokingguns]

Vous parlez français?

Word Count: 2015

Summary/Request: “Younger Kelly has a girlfriend, and she discovers that he can speak in French, she thinks it’s incredibly sexy and he teases her about it. She gets frustrated and goes into their bedroom and starts to get herself off and he overhears her and goes in and goes down on her, while speaking french.”

A/N: I wrote this for @littlemisscare-all scare-all and she wanted the give a shout-out “this fic is dedicated to @that-80s-chick and @styles94bolan89 and all the members of the quack cult.”

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Warning: Sexual content, dirty talk. Please be 18+

Tag List: @thenobodies-inc , @littlemisscare-all @agroupiewhore , @ayablackwood

“C’est bien ici. J'écris de la musique toute la journée et la joue la nuit.” (It’s fine here. I write music all day and play at night) Kelly was standing with his back to you as you walked into the apartment. Listening as he spoke French over the phone to someone you froze. The groceries that you held in your hand seemed to be forgotten as you set the things down to listen.

You loved when Kelly spoke French. Even though you had only found out about a week ago he was fluent you’d ask him to speak to you in the language, always dragging him into the bedroom or whatever space you could find after listening to him say everything in the other language. It drove you absolutely wild hearing him speak.

He entertained your fetish with his language, loving how a movement of his tongue and a few words you didn’t understand could turn you stupid. You had turned so helplessly horny at Kelly speaking the language, like he had turned on a switch in you that made you squeeze your thighs together so you didn’t leak out. He would watch with a twinkle in his eyes as you squirmed at his voice, waiting for you to pounce on him.

“Mon petit canard vient de rentrer. Je me rappellerai bientôt. Au revoir.” (my little duck just got home. I will call again soon. Goodbye.”)You bit your lip as you saw him turn to look at you, knowing you had been eavesdropping on the conversation you didn’t understand. “Are you going to stand there with our groceries or put them away?” He teased you knowing you had gotten caught up in listening agajn.

Pouting you moved into the kitchen with him, starting to put away the food from the grocery store run you had made. Your mind thinking back to the words you overheard and had no meaning other than making you very wet.

“Can you speak French well I put away the groceries? You can hand me stuff and tell me the word for it.” You asked your boyfriend. Kelly rolled his eyes at you, thinking that you had lost your mind, “C’mon, please. You know how much I like it.” Putting on your begging face you gave him your best pout to try to sway him to do your bidding.

“You want me to talk about the fruit you bought? If I say les pommes you’re going to get wet over the apples.” he teased but he also wasn’t wrong. You could already feel the way your belly was tightening in need. “How about you speak some french to me? Tu parles français? (You speak French?)” The way he was looking at you with amusement in his eyes didn't help the situation. Kelly could get mean when he was teasing you and you saw that was coming, “Pourquoi es-tu si excitée par mon français ?(Why do you get so turned on by my french?) Laisseriez-vous un homme au hasard vous baiser s'il parlait français ?( Would you let a random man fuck you if he was speaking French?)” he was reaching for his cigarettes on the counter chuckling at you.

“Don’t laugh at what turns me on. That’s so rude.” you arranged the fruit in the bowl, watching as he leaned against the counter. He seemed so at ease, so sure of himself, it was part of what turned you on.how confident Kelly was in who he was.

“Everything turns you on. I can’t even speak without you dragging me to the bedroom.” Shaking your head you gave him a look letting him know that he had annoyed you. But Kelly had turned away, his back to you cleaning up a few dishes in the sink so he didn’t see the look that you were giving him before you left the room.

You shut the door behind you, frustrated at Kelly teasing you. He didn’t do it to be a jackass but maybe he was right about you asking him to speak French so much when you couldn't say anything back to him.

Pulling off the dress you were wearing you tossed it in the hamper, climbing into bed in just your underwear you laid back. Horny and frustrated that your boyfriends wouldn’t indulge you. All you wanted was him to speak a little French to you. The way that he rolled out the words in such a deep tone. A groan of appreciation for the man's voice escaped your lips, your hand sliding over your stomach. Letting your hand slide over the mound covered in silky fabric. You had already gotten so wet that the panties you were wearing needed to be peeled off, the sticky wetness between your legs begging for you to touch it.

If Kelly wasn’t going to take care of you then you would have to take care of yourself. You lifted your butt off the bed, sliding the panties off your legs. Almost embarrassed as you laid back, bending your legs and spreading them. You rested your hand over yourself, running your middle finger over the slickness.Your other hand tugging a nipple taunt, a soft sigh of satisfaction escaping your lips.

Your left hand slid two fingers over your clit rubbing in counterclock motion, pressing against the ball of nerves as your hips pushed up needy for more.The groan of pleasure came out of your mouth again. Your right hand slid down over your body feeling the slickness of your pussy, asking to be filled. Two of your fingers slid into your greedy body, sliding into your wetness; another moan left the back of your throat as your head rolled back on the pillow.

Pants of pleasure were leaving your mouth as you worked your own body thinking of the way Kelly’s mouth looked as he talked. The way he puckered his lips, his tongue sliding to wet his lips to get more words out. The image of him making your body need him more, the slippery sweetness sliding around your fingers and down your ass and thighs as you thought of your boyfriend.

“Est-ce que tu es mauvais ici?” (Are you being bad in here?) the door opened and you blushed. Kelly had heard you moaning and had caught you in a vulnerable position. Your legs were spread wide, your hand spread over your clit as you two fingers stayed inside of your body, frozen in embarrassment that he had walked in on you.

Kelly licked his lips, taking in the sight of you spread out before him like his own personal buffet. Walking over to the bed slowly he shook his head at you making your blush deepen. He reached out a hand for you to give him something.

“Regarde toi! Je parle un peu français et tu te mouilles.” (look at you! I speak a little French and you get wet.” Kelly tsked at you, walking into the bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him.

The sight of him was just working you up more. You wanted him between your legs fucking you, whispering all sorts of things in your ear as his cock filled you. Bouncing on him with your juices flowing over his cock. Your hips bounced up at the idea of him between them working your body. It was like every part of your body wasn’t yours anymore, every inch wanted Kelly and was reacting to the idea.

“Donne- toi ta main.” (Give me your hand.) You looked confused, not sure what he was saying to you but loving how the words vibrated through your body. You could feel the way your pussy squeezed around your own fingers, your horny brain not letting you think. He held his hand out still and moved the hand off your clit to give it to him, “Non, l’autre.” His head moved to motion to the hand between your legs

A blush was on your face as you realized what he wanted. You slid out your two fingers from your core, strings of your cum attached from the tips of your fingers to the wetness of your mound. You watched Kelly, licking his lip as he grabbed your wrist, thinking you were moving too slow, bringing your hand to his mouth. His tongue darted out swiping over teh wetness of your fingers, giving a groan of satisfaction as he tasted you on your own fingers. He moved his mouth over them, sucking each digit clean of your wetness.

“Il est temps que mes doigts te remplissent.” (Time for my fingers to fill you) he shifted so he was between your legs, pushing your thighs a little further apart. You bucked up against him, watching the way a smile slid out on the side of his face. “Tu es une pute, mon petit canard.” (you are a whore, my little duck) the man spit on your pussy, his fingers using it as lubrication as he rubbed your clit. A strangled moan came out of your mouth.

Kelly’s fingers did things to you that you didn’t think was possible. The way they moved in a turning pattern inside of you, turning towards your belly button inside of you, curling and rubbing inside of you at the spot that had your legs shaking. He kept his eyes on your pussy, his fingers swirling inside of you well, his other hand rested on top of your stomach, his thumb lazily playing your clit in time with the movements of his fingers.

He kept pulling his fingers out, scissoring ner your entrance and watching the way your wetness was sticky strands around him. He loved seeing how wet and excited you got from him. As much as he teased you about liking him speaking French so much he loved knowing he could make your body react like this.

"Veux-tu que je te baise avec ma langue?” (do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?) His eyes were on you and you knew that he was asking you a question. You couldn’t respond between the strangled moans of pleasure and cried out. Luckily for you he took this as confirmation you did want his tongue to work for you.

Kelly wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you forward and licking his lips with wicked glee. Keeping your legs open and. It was hard not squeezing his head between your thighs and riding his face to have your orgasm. Kelly seemed to notice the way your legs were butterflying and slid his hands up to hold them up. His tongue sliding up, doing a lap around your drizzling cunt, kissing your clitoris like it was the start and finish line.

“Tu as le goût du paradis.” (you taste like heaven) He was hungrily licking you, his tongue dipping into your body, exploring the intimate part of you, lapping at your greedy little cunt as he purred out compliments in French.

You gripped his hair, hand sliding into the black locks and fisting your boyfriend's head. Pushing your hips up to get his tongue deeper into you, rolling your hips so that you could make his tongue explore all the hidden spots. You moaned loudly, pushing your thighs against his hands as your orgasm came through you. Kelly’s hands would leave bruises on your soft thighs from the pressure of holding you in place.

He looked up at you, eyes peeking out between your legs before sitting up, wiping your wetness from his mouth and chin with a Cheshire Cat-like grin splitting across his face.

“Vas-tu mieux maintenant, mon petit canard?” (all better now, my little duck) His wicked grin knowing he was just starting you all up again.

“You must still be hungry.” You said giving him a death look. Kelly kisses your inner thigh, sending you another one of his looks.

“J’ai toujours faim de toi.” (I am always hungry for you) You felt his mouth dip lower and gripped the sheets knowing you were in for a long afternoon.

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: okay uhm the more characters I do the more I’m learning I’m a simp-

Anyways welcome to another BNHAREM collab that I had the pleasure to be in! I had fun trying to turn our league of villains leader into a hero/vigilante! A quick side note, his personality here is more of what I think he could’ve been/acted like if he was treated better and taught how to control his quirk without hate qwq without further waiting here’s my addition to the already wonderful collaborators! Make sure to check their stories out too in the masterlist! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : None!! Fluffy and awkward Shiggy for the win! Also please ignore typos if any they’ll be fixed later </3

Word count : 3.5K

Paring(s) : Tomura Shigaraki x F! Reader

Summary : When the city you live in is rampant with villains what happens when your seabed by a cold and off putting vigilante (that’s my best summary I’m sorry </3)

Enjoy ♡

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Turning off the TV [ ] couldnt help the trembling of her hands as she realized the mayhem that had been spurring the last couple of weeks with the new arrival of villain groups wasnt subsiding. life was hard , the struggle of not to take the news seriously and feeling like all hope was lost was a common feeling between each day, the chore of getting up early during the daylight time so you could get what you needed before crime became rampant was adreanline fueld.. It was nerveracking, living your life on the edge and feeling unable to believe the ones in and on duty would protect you. After weighing the options about staying in or hurrying down the street for food before the curfew kicked in [ ] reluctantly got up, grabbing her keys , phone and a light jacket as she headed throught the decrepit streets, hearing the distant sirens that never failed to doing their job of setting her nerves ablaze. As she saw the neon signs of the store ahead of her she was able to enter and grab quite a lot of things, the warm feeling of being safe surrounding her as she heard more and more sounds from blocks ahead. “Are you okay sweetie?”

An older lady with a young man asked the anxious girl, a smile on her face as she answered the woman “Ah yeah im sorry ma’am just trying to find the best way home without being in the crossfire” Shaking her head in agreement the older woman spoke again “Its running rampant out there, its why i brought my grandson with me” ponting to the male beside her he gave [ ] a smile, holding a bag fro the lady “Now you be safe dearie, look both ways and use the lights to guide you home!” Waving to the pair [ ] felt a bit more relived as she started the shorter but dreaded walk back to her townhome. The area was better than most in cities, just because of how it wasnt in the full downtown that was in a disarray. Even so it was still dangerous and hearing a loud crash and explosion from in front of where [ ] was walking could never be a good thing. As she walked further she saw a group of people blowing up a strip that included a jewelry spot, a small back and shopping center she knew something bad would happen if she got any closer. Walking backward she headed to an abandoned alleyway, slowly trying to get herself in a safe distance away from whoever was destroying the buildings. As she got into a corner she could hear the people talk and yell, the sound of glass breaking and another boom. Jumping form the sound of the explosion getting closer she moved into a doorway of one of the undisturbed buildings in the strip.

Soon however she felt a hand on her arm as one of the guys caught her. As [ ] tried to fight them off she head them chuckle, one taking her face in his hand as the others tried to go through her bags “Well well well hello ther girl, whatcha doing in the Scorpions part of town” One of the men, who [ ] presumed was the leader snared at her, grinning when she turend her ace away from his. Pulling her face back to his he tried to get her to talk, pushing her cheeks together as he laughed “I like them feisty , why dont you just be nice to me and my guys huh?” before she could form her lips to try to get a smart response a sound of pain came from one of the destroyed buildings. Catching the leaders attention he called out to someone before they all heard a yell of watch out. The building, which they had destroyed was now falling over and onto them who were in its path. All [ ] knew was that the guy who grabbed her arm let her go and shoved her before everything whent black.

A cracking sound , one of breaking concrete broke through [ ]’s head as she opened her eyes to blackness, everything around her covered in the sheet of night as the same cracking sound could be heard. Soon a faint voice could be heard from above her. Lightly she yelped which mustve been enough for whoever was above her as teh cracking sound got lounder before she could see light from the moon above her “H-hey is ther someone down there?” A voice called out as [ ] yelled back to them “O-oh yes! Please help me im stuck and i cant move!” She yelled as she felt her leg get tighter as she tried to wiggle.

“Cover your face if you can” The now more male sound voice said as she did such, felling pieces of cement and gravel touch her arms as she moved them to see long whitish blue hair appear before a gloved hand reached out “Can you reach?” The mystery male asked as she jumped up bepfre yeliping in pain. Hearing the sound the male took his ungloved hand and seemilngly dissolved more concreate taht held her and her leg in place. “Hold on….Im coming dont move, you could hurt yourself if you do.” Hopping dwon the hole with her the male saw how she was twisted in her spot and pained expression that covered her facial features. Faced with a challenge the male gave her his gloved hand as he used the uncovered one to break up the rocks and concrete that held her still “Just a little more okay? Youre close I almost got you” He reassured. Soon [ ] felt herself slip up and into the arms of the mystery man who she noticed had his face covered. As he brought her out of the ruble and into the light from the mood and streetlights she looked at her savior. He wasnt large in stature but her was fit and quite strong to pull her up with one arm. Feeling the girl he just saved staring at him , the male turned to her and simply stated “You should go home” Before starting to head off “W-wait! Please, let me thank you properly. You didnt have to save me yet you did” She said as he turned to her “......Theres no need to thank me, just doing what the heroes arent” Starting to walk again [ ] couldnt help chewing her lip before running to join his side “Well can i at least thank you properly , or just get your name and be able to find you again?” stopping in his tracks he moved his hair from his face before crimson eyes glanced at her “Tomura” He said “Huh..?” “My name...Tomura..or MC” He whispered as she shook her head “Tomura...okay well thank you Tomura for saving me , my names [ ]”

Shaking his head Tomura started off again, shoving his gloved hands in his pockets, this time heading off for good. As he trucked along [ ] heard the sirens appear closer to the damage that was the destroyed store that covered the criminals that tried to get her before. Starting to walk off her own she noticed a shining necklace on the ground. Picking it up she noticed it was one you could put pictures in it. Peeking inside she saw a woman with black hair holing a little boy with just as black ahir and piercing red eyes, the woman happily smiling as she held the child. Closing the locket she took with her , feeling strangely drawn to it. As she heaaded home she thought about the mysterious Tomura, someone who looked like a normal civilian like her and others seemd to have a strong quirk, and was more than what he seemed on the outside

As a few days turned into a week rolled on [ ] noticed that the streets were still bad, but the men who had cornered her had been captured after the building had collapsed. Feeling herself sigh and relax [ ] headed for the store once again, this time during the day as she needed to replace the food she had tried getting before that was lost during the the collapse. As she left once again she saw a familiar tuff of periwinkle hair go around the corner. Peeking her interest she followed himas she heard him curse under his breath before turning around straight into her “ow, wait….its you again” He huffed as his crimson eyes looked into hers “Yep! Hey tomu!” The quirky nickname caused head to fill in the mans face as he was glad it was covered. “[ ]....hello” He said back as he continued to pace around the old scene that stil had some concrete in the land “Whatcha looking for…?” She asked as he still looked around “Something important of mines” “Well can i help out?” Sighing Tomura turned to the hopeful girl that for some reason, didnt bother him as many did

“Fine. its a silver locket..” pausing [ ] thought about the locket she found when they first met “It….wouldnt happen to have a woman and a boy in it would it?” As soon as she said that the periwrinkle haired boy turend to her “You found it? Where” reaching out he went to grab her hands only to stop himself and put them at his sides. Ignoring the gesture as nerves she gave him a smile “Well..I found it the day you saved me, it was actually in the rubble” looking at the sparkling eyes of Tomura she couldn’t help but let her smile grow before sighing “Only thing is...it’s at my house now” still looking at him he gave her a smile behind his covering before shaking his own head “That’s fine..if you don’t mind me coming with you, or you just bring it I’m not really.,,yeah” Giggling at his nervousness [. ] put her hand ont his shoulder “It’s fine! Uhm..have you ate dinner yet? I can even cook you something!” Holding up her bag Tomura felt his heart thump as he agreed to eat with her, the two headed for her place.

Looking around Tomura noticed how clean and kept together her place was. It was warm, and inviting, something he wasn’t too used to “I’m sorry it’s a mess here! I was trying to move things around and make it look better but..I feel like it’s still weird!” Laughing she turned to face the powder blue haired boy who stood still in her doorway. “You can come in or would you need a helping hand?” She teased as she held her hand out. Hesitantly held his gloved hand out before pulling away slightly “S-sorry im just.. nervous” he said softly before [. ] gave him a knowing smile, before taking a step back “Well there’s no rush, take a seat and get comfortable, I’ll get your locket and I’ll start dinner!” Walking away [. ] went to her bedroom as Tomura sat there looking at his hands. They held so much fear in them, life and death. Over the years he learned how to control his power, even able to touch things without gloves and them not dissolve. But witr him nervous, he was afraid one wrong touch would hurt or even worse...destroy the one nice person he’d ever met in the midst of the all of the mayhem. In the mist of him thinking [. ] came back and saw him.

Feeling bad and not sure of how to approach him she tenderly held the locket and placed it on the table, which snapped him from his thoughts “Here you are! I did clean the silver so it was more shiny and not as dingy from the dirt” taking the piece from her hands Tomura place it down to see it better than he remembered and still having his grandmother and him inside of it. “Thank you [ ]. It means...alot to me, more thna youd ever know” Going into her kitchen she started some rice as she tried small talk with him “So...have you always been a vigilante?” Thinking abut the response her messed with a piece of his hair “ Well no...i wanted to be a hero one day but...my quirk is less helpful and more destructive” starting to get the steaks out she seasoned then placed them in the oven before siting down at the table with him “I think the power to disintegrate things could be wonderful as a rescuer! Hell you even saved me! And think if you didnt have that quirk , how would you get me out? Plus youre strong, you got me out with only a hand, youre really strong Tomu” Crimson eyes barely met her gaze.

Seeing her own energy mads him smile, hidden beind the mask he wore. “Uhm...may I?” Reaching for a hand [ ] looked at his eyes aas he wavered, sliding them away from her own “When i get nervous i feel like i loose control” Tomura said before [ ] just gently place her pinky on the glove “Im not afraid taht youd hurt me , i trust you okay?” Taking more of his hand in hers she rubbed the back of his glove, feeling the way he tensed wehn she traced his knuckles “See? Its okay yknow!” Smiling she got up to check the food, failing to see the way Tomura was going though a crisis under his mask, face flushing as she stirred and turned it off , letting both the rice and steak cool a bit before serving. Turning around [ ] saw how handsome her savior was. A soft , almost baby looking face was hidden under that protective mask , turned in a small frown as he fiddled with his hands “Wow...youre handsome” Scaring him from his thoughts Tomura couldnt hide the red that flushed his face as she giggled “Thanks...Ive never been told that before” Hearing him say that made [ ]’s heart twinge before grabbing two plates “Well they must not know the true beauty under your mask hm?” bringing over what she made she sat in front of him, handing him a fork before sitting infront of him “Here ya go! I wont say im a chief but I enjoy cooking yknow?” Now able to see him smile without a protection over majority of his face [ ] couldnt help her heart speeding up as he did. A comfortable silence feel between them as they ate and finished dinner, occasional jokes and small talk happening between them. She learned more about the powder blue haired male, that he wanted to be a hero but because he could disintegrate , they made fun of him and called him a villain instead. But finding a locket with a note attached from his grandmother changed that. She was strong, and a hero herself. She encouraged him to be one, for them to meet someday when he was older and him to become a great hero. It kept him strong, and its how hes a vigilante now. Happy to know more of his story [ ] explained how she wanted to be one too, but also wanted to make uniforms for them. The two went on into the night, talking about the issues outside and the running rapid of the villains whileist other things. Tomura learned that she liked video games which opened a whole new world of things thye could do together.

As midnight rolled around he started to get up , grabbing his things which caught [ ]’s attention “Your leaving?” Looking back at the doe like eyes he couldn't help but sigh and smile at her “Yeah...should go out and see whats to been seen” before he left she got up and strolled over to him “Well its unsafe out there, could you...maybe..stay?” With each word her voice got quieter before she was just silent, messing with his fingers “You want me to stay with you?” Tomura asked before she shook her head, eyes meeting his “Yknow youre nice..and i am a bit of a drifter..” Thinking over the odds out loud he gave her a small smile “Ill stay”

And that's how it was for weeks, them staying together in [ ]’s home, eating together, playing games, shopping for groceries. It was a comfortable thing between the two, sharing the place together like roomates. Tomura was like her protector, not letting her get very far without him and [ ] took care of him when he was injured or just needed reassurance. All and all everything was good except….he knew he had fell for her. [ ] was sweeet to him, gentle and overall just careful of how she helped him. She didnt rush him to anything, was gentle and gave him time to relax and to be comfortable with her. It was painful, for them to be close but yet have different opinions on how they feel about being close and for Tomura it was harder than usual for him having a crush on her.

Fiddling with a pen in the kitchen, Tomura heard [ ] come down the hall , skipping up to him as she gave him a smile he learned he was smitten for “Hey Tomu whatcha up to?” she asked as he gave her a smile of his own back “Ah just thinking about something….whats up?” He asked as the girl came over and gave him a hug, something he wasn’t used to but something he craved every day more than he’d like to admit. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders he chuckled as she slightly squeezed him tighter “Just wanted to check on you that’s all.” Going to move away [. ] felt Tomura pull her closer, burying his face atop her head “Tomu...whats wrong?” She asked as he said nothing, tightly holding her even more as she rubbed his back, knowing this was his silent way of showing he was worried about something “wh’ nt y be m’ plr wo” the male said, muffled on her head. Laughing, she moved her chin to his chest “What're you talking about?” He reluctantly pulled away , their eyes locking as he soon looked down, scratching his arm “I..nothing...thinking out loud. Don’t worry about it” Beofre he could slip away she grabbed his arm, turnighg him back to her. “Tomura...what is it?” Chewing his bottom lip he sided before taking her hand in his, rubbing the smooth skin with his rough glove “I said..why can’t you be my player two” Blinking almost comically [. ] giggled “Well I can be! What game do you wanna play?” Shaking his head Tomura dropped her hand , stepping back as he barely glanced at her “This game called life [. ]...I want to...have you around me all the time, I..really cherish having someone so sweet to me and who cares about me and how I feel..you make me feel more alive and comfortable in my skin then I’ve ever felt before..and I..want to be selfish and make you mine..” He finished with a sigh before looking out the window “ But I know you won’t feel the same so..it’s quite alright”

As soon as he said that he felt a hand at the back of his shirt, pulling him back to his crush, a woman he couldn’t face and now that he laid his feelings out he didn’t want her to pity him. “Tomura look at me” Hearing his full name scared him but Turning around he was surprised to see [. ]’s small smile growing to a larger one once he faced her “Here, give me your hand” Holding her own out he put his hand in hers. To make him even more disarray she undid his gloved to reveal his hands, damaged and scarred from before he could control his powers. Soon he felt soft lips his the bare skin, which every kiss an electric shock went through his body before he felt her fingers lace in his. Wide crimson eyes looked at soft [. ] ones as she took in a breath “I..I’m so happy you told me Tomu, I was afraid you were gonna leave here aha..” letting out a soft laugh she unwrapped a hand to hold his face “I would love to be your player two, I’ll be here for you as long as you need me okay?” Giving her a slight pout he barely lifted his own hand to trace a pinky on her cheek “But what if I need you forever” laughing again and moving closer she stood on her toes to rub noses “Then that’s what it’ll be” Becore he could stop himself he realeased her hand and pressed his lips against hers, hearing the soft gasp she let out as he pushed his lips harder on hers before he felt her relax, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as hard. As the kiss got from hard and desperate they slowly started to get more intimate, the kiss softening up until Tomura pulled away breathless as [. ] was too, the both of them letting out light giggles “Wow..that was..” “Great..” Finishing his sentence [. ] gave him another hug, the two of them holding eachother in the middle of the floor “Hey [. ]..” he said as she hummed, before he continued “Let’s kiss again” Giggling she moved her head to meet his , lips sealing for another round of needed affection, the Rü them of their hearts drowning out the mayhem that brought them together.

[theworldinclines]

Title: red hearts Pairing: Teh/Oh-Aew, but mostly an Oh-Aew-centered story Summary: Based on head-canons regarding Oh-Aew's relationship with gender, Teh, and life in general. Ao3 link

     Oh-Aew closes in on himself. He doesn’t mean for it when it happens; it’s just the way he’s been for as far back as his memory can tell. Simply, he wants to take up less space than he does.

     He once came across a turtle living near the resort, a baby nearly the size of Oh-Aew’s childish fists put together; in a flash had adopted the abandoned creature into his family. The turtle disappeared within two days and Oh-Aew may have been young, but the sight of the nest he’d put together all torn didn’t leave much to the imagination as to what happened.

     He fell back from his knees onto his bottom, hugging himself while tears welled hot in his eyes. He swiped slim wrists across his cheeks and paid no mind to the sand that stung them in turn. Oh-Aew didn’t move from his vigil for an hour, not until his mother came searching for their lunch-time, and she simply put an arm around her son to let him cry.

     He loved his island because it was a safe bubble in which to spend his days, but to lose the turtle he’d wanted to care for was another moment to remind Oh-Aew how fleeting everything really is.

     He had a crush on a girl, not long after that afternoon. She had an adorable haircut, curls that didn’t quite reach her shoulders, and they even shared a favourite colour. He admired everything about her, from her patterned skirts to the hearts that she’d drawn onto her sneakers with red marker.

     The pair have so much in common they might as well have been friends forever, so he doesn’t feel weird asking to try on her sneakers. When she says that her checkered bottoms would look cute with them, he eagerly accepts. They’re a little shorter than those he’s used to, but he likes the way he looks in them regardless. And the shoes are so lovely he’s tempted in that second to ask his parents for white sneakers just so he can decorate them with hearts to match hers.

     But his crush leaves the island at the close of her holiday, and with her takes all the clothes Oh-Aew is going to miss, for a reason he doesn’t fully understand yet.

     (Looking back, he’d recognise that he didn’t have a romantic crush as much as he had a friendly one — he wanted to be like her more than he wanted to be with her.)

     When his mother takes him shopping next, Oh-Aew’s attention deviates in the small shop to the section meant for girls, and he asks why he can’t get a pair of shorts from over there, they’re comfortable and cute. She glances at the clothing then at Oh-Aew, but instead of saying anything she just puts her arm around him and guides him away.

     Oh-Aew had a problem with permanence, really. Growing up on the island meant homeschooling; homeschooling meant that the only kids he could play with were those like his crush. They stopped by on holiday, thus amounting to friendships that were all too brief to be anything substantial.

     In a world where the most permanent aspect of life is impermanence, Oh-Aew wanted to find something to be the one constant he could rely on. If he could have nothing else for sure, to take up space by having at least one thing would be nice.

     In entering junior high on the mainland, Teh became that for Oh-Aew. Because Oh-Aew mentioned it once, Teh would go out of his way to prepare Oh-Aew’s preferred meal of rice vermicelli; all the other boys would eat just about anything put in front of them in seconds flat and Oh-Aew would have expected Teh to make fun of him for being so picky, but he never did.

     Oh-Aew is the one Teh treated differently, in a good way. He wanted Oh-Aew around; no holiday to end their friendship, no strings. And as they spent more of their days together Oh-Aew came to depend on those hours as something important, special.

     He was certain Teh was on the same page until the night he accused Oh-Aew of being a snake in the grass, an incident which sent Oh-Aew right back to square one. Nothing gold can stay, and all that.

     In the beginning of their rekindled relationship Oh-Aew felt that maybe things would work out. Those laughter-filled few weeks were as magical as anything he’d ever experienced, a dream come true in nearly every aspect. The only niggling issue was the way Oh-Aew’s hope diminished a bit more with each day that brought him closer to leaving Phuket.

     Change is inevitable, losing people to that change is as natural a part of life as birth and death. Sometimes he isn’t even sure that he knows who he is now, so it can’t be possible that he’ll be the same person in Bangkok; besides, the person he is has only ever lived on this resort and has spent three days at most out of town.

     Whoever he will be at uni is someone unknown to Oh-Aew, and although Teh doesn’t seem half as conscious of it as Oh-Aew always is, they’re in the same terrifyingly unsteady boat. What if they change too much and no longer recognise each other? What if, all but strangers, they have no choice but to break instead of bend? Here in their familiar home it’s Teh and Oh-Aew, Oh-Aew and Teh, the package deal.

     But Bangkok doesn’t know that. It won’t care, either; not like the warm seawater does when it splashes over their legs, not like the cashier at the convenience store does when she laughs at Teh’s embarrassed indecision. That night on the shore, Teh had insisted that the future would only bring better things, and Oh-Aew wanted badly to believe him.

     Not too long into the future Teh had anticipated, Oh-Aew sees clearly that Bangkok doesn’t care for them, as it turns out. He can tell first-hand as he and Teh drift apart. If Phuket was the persistent but unhurried tide tossing them always into each other’s arm, this city is a tidal wave hurling them further and further into opposite, murky waters.

     More than one occasion finds Oh-Aew curled in on himself as he tries to sort through muddled feelings about his supposed path in life; the recurring dreams he’s had since the night he’d stolen a bra from his mother (from even earlier than then, if he’s being honest); the fear that too much change will send Teh running. He pictures Teh taking off in the shoes Oh-Aew had bought, the small red heart patched onto each sneaker’s toe like a sign of… something.

     He holds his knees to his chest, or he wraps his arms tight around his chest and tries to compress his body into nothing more than an imploded star lightyears away so he doesn’t have to think about any of it anymore. Teh is supposed to be his constant, but Oh-Aew can’t shake his paradoxical worry that he will lose Teh for that very reason. He wants Oh-Aew and won’t leave, for now. He’s permanent, for now.

     Nearly two anniversaries have been celebrated after so much time wasted and his love for Teh has never wavered in his heart, but neither has that incessant worry. Some nights, Oh-Aew is more convinced than anything that his constant isn’t Teh. It’s fear.

     Be more manly. I want you to be like a man.

     His mother isn’t here now to put a comforting arm around him, or even to pull him away from the things Oh-Aew can’t help feeling drawn toward.

     That director had taken a cursory look at Oh-Aew and established his identity in seconds flat, despite that Oh-Aew is only half sure of who he is at any given moment. To that stranger he met for a few minutes a month ago, Oh-Aew will always be the kid too gay to even pretend to like girls, someone with too delicate a voice and movements too soft to belong to any real man.

     He’s still the kid who cried over a turtle he had for a day and wanted to put on a bra to prove something to himself and to the boy he felt so much for. He is, isn’t he?

     Oh-Aew doesn’t have sisters, therefore had no access to makeup or that sort of stuff easily growing up. He slowed in passing a boutique on one of his first days in Bangkok, mesmerised by the rows upon rows of products he couldn’t begin to name. For a split second, Oh-Aew imagines walking in to find the lipstick he’d seen on a billboard; it was a brilliant red, shimmering as red as an apple, and he takes a step.

     Stops — thinks how much more difficult it would be to find friends if he’s labeled ‘the boy who shops for makeup.’ He keeps walking and the loss is eased by the appearance of the infamous sneakers that same afternoon. A sign, all right.

     So when he spots the nail polish on Q’s bathroom counter one study get-together, he hesitates. There are three bottles lined up there; the cobalt shade Q likes so much, yellow to match Minnie Mouse’s heels, and a red that Oh-Aew is reaching for before he can think about it. If Q can wear makeup and tinted chapstick, Oh-Aew can certainly put on nail polish too.

     Nobody in the group questions why Oh-Aew wanders back in, trance-like, with the polish. Plug just smiles widely and suggests a nail-painting party, which Maengpong encourages in wholehearted agreement. He just wants to get out of studying, of course, and in his and Plug’s case this will surely end up with more polish on each other’s arms than anywhere near their nails, but it’s still a nice gesture.

     Oh-Aew coats the fingers of his left hand, slightly shaky without practice, but it doesn’t look too bad. He pauses when he has to switch, though, and Q spots his friend’s pursed lips as soon as they appear. He gives a soft grin, taking the tiny brush to help.

     The night ends with Oh-Aew’s fingertips beautifully red, Teh’s motorbike no match to the shine of Oh-Aew’s nails. He lifts his gaze from his hands to meet Q’s crinkled, non-judgmental eyes, and Oh-Aew smiles.

     Fear is his constant, but it’s also true that Oh-Aew’s locked himself into having only one out of the certainty that he realistically could have none.

     He wants to try taking more for himself. More space, more to hold onto, all of it.

     His subconscious attempts had been halted that day when he was just a kid, picked back up when he found the sneakers at the mall; they’ve continued with his move out of communications and into a field in which he knows he can just be himself. No pretending. No acting. He’ll have painted nails and won’t be told to be more of a man, because that isn’t who he is and it never has been.

     He was born for the role he has: being himself, as he finds him. And the show’s not even started yet.

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Hellooo, me again, I'm sorry to keep pestering ^--^ I was wondering if you would be willing to write a fic where Arthur's s/o is on doctor-prescribed bed rest for whatever reason and Arthur wants to take care of them (making them food/running to the store for them/comforting them through pain)? I have chronic but severe pain that makes me need to rest a lot and the idea of Arthur actually WANTING to take care of someone makes me ^--^

Heyyyyy Sabrina :) Thank you soooo sooo much for your request and why on earth would you ever apologize for making a request ? OMG. I appreciate your messages and asks so much! This is the result and I really really hope you like it.

Arthur taking care of you during “this time of the month”

Your hand reached out for the soft skin of Arthurs arm. You needed it wrapped around you tight. So tight it would ease the pain a bit. Arthurs skin on yours always eased the pain. The warmth of his body was the best medicine you could think of. It was this time of the month again when your body will torture you with serveral pain and cramps until you got too weak and tired to even go out of bed. Waking up from bad pains in your lower belly made you desperately search for Arthur under the sheets. Your eyes still closed, trying to breathe through the pain. "Arthur?" you whispered in the dark of the bedroom. The only thing your hand reached was Arthurs light blue pillow, still warm from him sleeping on it. You rolled up to his side of the bed and pressed your face into his pillow. You loved how his warmth was still holding on to the fabric. Or was it the farbric holding on to his warmth? Trying to make him stay? To make the remains of his body heath a ghost, lingering on the pillows and sheets? To proof that he just left some minutes ago? That he will be right back because this was his save place. Right here with you. Where the warmth of your body mixes with his. To become one bundle of comfort.

You rubbed your face into it. There was not just the warmth that remained but teh smell of his hair. A deep breath in made you feel like you just buried your face into the crook of his neck, except the sensation of his curls tickeling your nose was missing.

"Arthur?" you called out his name like a prayer. Like he would be right there when you call for him. And he was.

"Y/N? Hey....Good morning, sweetheart!"

"Arthur, I`m in so much pain..." you whimpered, while you abdomen felt like someone tried to tear it apart.

Arthur immediately got up on the ebd to cuddle you from behind "Oh no! Whats wrong?"  "Those horrible cramps again. I can barely move...."

Arthur pulled you closer to his naked chest. He was still in his Pjs. "Oh baby. Remember what the doctor said. You need to rest and stay in bed when this happens. Did you already took some pain killers by now?"

You shook your head "No, it just started. But I feel that its getting bad".

Arthur hurried, telling you that he will be right back.

He seemed a bit overwhelmed by this. He never had a girlfriend before and this was new to him. You have been together for some months now and he realized that what you were going through each month wasnt fun. He was always getting a bit nervous when he saw you struggeling. Worried about if he was doing everything right to help you with the pain, which was teh sweetest thing to wittness. Your ex boyfriend never payed any attention to this kind of struggle. But Arthur took it very seriously. He couldnt stand it to see you in this condition. So he tried to hide the fact that he felt a little helpless.

Arthur came back with some pain killers and a glass of water. "Here, take these. These are the ones the doctor perscripted you last time we visited him". He gently stoke the back of your head as you swallowed them down with a sip of water. "Thank you, Arthur. I can barely stand up...."

"Then dont. Just stay in bed and rest, okay? I can get anything for you if you need something. Just let me know."

You nodded before you fell back into the pillow. His one. The one that smelled like home and comfort. You heavily breathed into it. Trying to concentrate on relaxing but it seemed impossible. "The pills will ease the pan soon" . He had no idea that his soothing voice was much of a beter helper.

You body twitched.

"Oh darling. Is it that bad?"  Arthurs hand reached under your shirt to caress your belly as you curled yourself up into a ball. His fingers tenderly moving in circles while you just tried to breathe calmly.

"It is.....can you.....please just....lie here with me and wrap your arms around me? " You just had to feel him close to you now. Otherwise you would fall apart.

"Y/N....what a question. Sure. But first I gotta call my boss and tell him that I will stay away from work today."

"What? Arthur but....you cant do that. You know that Hoyt is going to be pissed."

"So what?" Arhur stood up to grab the phone "I dont care. I won`t leave you alone in this condition. I will stay right here with you and make sure you have anything you need."

As soon as Hoyt was on the phone, he told him he was on some new meds and they made him so sick to the stomach its impossible for him to leave his bed today. it was not possible for you to make out what Hoyts answer was like, but Arthur hung up the phone, rolling his eyes.

"He was mad, wasnt he?" you asked, trying to drink some water without throwing up.

"Forget about him. He will calm down. He`s just being Hoyt. One of my workmates can jum in for me today. " He crawled back on the bed, looking so lovable in his pajamas and messy morning hair.

"The kids will miss their cute Carnival. They need him."

"You need me more"

"Good point!" you replied, pulling him closer.

"Carnival can show you a lil dance later if you want. He`ll make anything to make you forget the pain."

You smiled "I know he would."

Arthur spooned you from behind so he`s got his hands free to caress your belly "Where does it hurt the most?" he asked. His fingers doing their magic. Sometimes you swore he had healing hands.

"Everywhere....on the inside, you know?"

"I wish I could crawl right into you and ease the pain from inside".

You angled your head to kiss him on the lips.Just to get a taste of him.

"I think I gotta go to the bathroom. I havent even brushed my teeth since I woke up.

"I dont care. Stay here. "

The tip of Arthurs nose traveled up and down your neck.

"Arthur?"

"Huh?"

"Can I put on your brown cardigan? I think it might help me calming down until the meds show results".

Arthur bend forwards to grab his worn out cardigan which was lying on the floor. He asked you to sit up and helped you to get in it. A smile was crossing his face. This meant much to him. Knowing that his old clothes gave you comfort.

"Better?" he asked.

"A lot, Arthur. Thank you."

"Is there anything I can do for you? A tea? A hot watter bottle? Please let me know." The way Arthur wanted to take care of you filled your heart with so much love. He wasnt doing this because he had to ,but because he wanted to. It meant something to him, to have someone to take care of. Someone who appreciated him being there and caring. Helping other people with feeling better had the same effect on him than making people smile by telling jokes. It filled his heavy heart with joy and made it lighter.

Arthur wanted other people to need him. Especially the ones close to him. He loved to be needed and wanted in any way. He never thought his hands would help someone feeling better. He never thought his voice would be heard by someone who loved the sound of it. All his life Arthur wished for someone to crave him. To long for his presence. And now he was able to help you. Just by being here. Being able to help made him feel important to someone.

But this wasnt just about him. he loved you with all his senses and seeing you being in pain was unbearable for him. He tried to get rid of the feeling of being helpless and worried  by asking you what else he could do for you.

"Um...maybe both?" you giggled, realizing that the pain has gottan at least a little bit better for now. Sure of the fact that it wasnt because of the meds but because of him.

"Alright. So a tea and a hot watter bottle " he nodded, running his fingers through his curly hair "Anything else? Like....do you think you can eat something? Or....?"

"Um....I`m not sure. I´m sick to the stomach...."

Arthur stroke your cheek. He knew this feeling too well.

"The only thing I can think of are these  small pretzels ....."

Arthur laughed out loud as he lit himself a cig "You really want pretzels right now?"

"Yeah...." now you had to laugh,too. Almost forgetting about the pain for a moment.

Arthur inhaled the smoke, the cig tugged between his mischievous smirk. "One moment, honey". He walked to the kitchen, into the bathroom and came back with a hot water bottle and a hot cup of tea. He placed the water bottle on your belly "I hope this will help you relax. We dont have any pretzles anymore I`m afraid. I ate the last one the other morning.I`m sorry".

"Oh Artie, dont ever be sorry for eating. I`m so happy everytime I watch you eat something.  Arthur put his shoes and hoodie on "You knwo what? There is this store just two blocks away and they sell those things. I will go get some for you okay? I`ll be right back!"

"Oh you really dont have to...."

"I willl hurry up, I promoise!"

"I only let you go when you promise me you will eat one,too."

Arthur leaned in to give you a sloppy kiss on teh forehead. He smelled like cigarettes. "I promise".

When Arthur was out the door you buried yourself in his pillow again. Thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like him on your side and how little the others knew about him.

Arthur met many people in his life, especially while working. He was always meeting them on birthday partys, hospitals  and other events. But they never really got in touch with him. What  a pity. To them he was eighter just the party clown or the mysterious, shy man in the background. They had no idea what they missed out on.

You were lucky enough to know him. To know what a wonderful lover he was. And it was obvious that Arthur would be an amazing friend if people would just give him a chance and try to take a closer look. A look behind the laughter that they tought was weird or creepy.

You felt the heath of the water bottle calming your muscles but it didnt had the same magical effect as Arthurs body heath. A deep sigh escaped your lips.

Maybe it wasnt just luck. Maybe it was because you saw him. His true self. And now his hands belonged to you. The gentleness of his touch, the softness of his skin, the warmth of his body at night, his lips, his dreams and hopes and darkest fears. It was all yours now and you embraced it with everything that was you.

It didnt took long until you`ve heard the keys in the lock. Which was a relief because you already felt the pain getting worse after he was gone for 5 minutes.

"I`m back with the pretzels!" his voice sounded like a humm as he threw a whole bag of it on the bed and got rid of his hoodie and shoes.

"Arthur. You forgot to change your pants." you chuckled.

He looked downon himself, realizing that he was leaving the house in his PJs "Oh!" he shrugged "Too late now I guess". He checked his hair like he always did when he got out of his hoodie.

"You`ve been okay?"

"Yeah"

Arthur opened the brown paper bag and fed you one of the pretzels. Just one bite and another. You had to go real slow to not get sick. Now you knew how Arthur felt about eating every day.

"Thank you Artie. You`re the best boyfriend a girl can wish for!"

His cheeks turned pink as you also fed him one and he bit off a small piece.

"You also gotta eat something, Arthur"

"Yeah but you too" he added as both of you kept feeding each other the smallest pieces.

After there were two less pretzels in the bag, you kissed each other on the mouth and layed down again. His naked toes playfully touching the back of your foot.

Another cramp again.

"You`re muscles are so tense" Arthur noticed. C`mon. Lets see how i can help."

He disappeared under the green blanket and rolled up the cardigan just enough to place some soft kisses on your lower belly.

"Does it help?" he whispered between the open mouth kisses.

"Oh yeah....a lot!" you breathed through the pain, which was getting better with every touch of Arthurs lips.

"I could do this forever" he added "I can taste the love you hold for me. Its right there....on the surface of your skin. Its right there waiting for me to taste it .... Does that sound crazy?"

You couldnt see his face, because he was covered with the sheets but you knew he was making a serious face asking you this.

"Not at all, Arthur. It sounds wonderful. "

Arthur compleately crawled under the blanket now and  positioned himself over you. Supporting himself with his elbows so you didnt had to carry the weight of his body on your aching belly.

"I love you so much" he muttered into your messy hair.

"Dito!" you replied.

"Now get some sleep, baby. I`ll be right here when you wake up...Or....maybe Carnival will take my place to cheer you up, who knows?"

You smiled right before you drifted into a painless sleep. Dreaming of the most caring clown with the biggest green wig and the purest heart imaginable.

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Napule Nights - venticinque

Once again, couldn’t have done this without Elana. I’ll give a bit of a violence warning for this, also there’s mention of smut. The next chapter is a big one so stay tuned x

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Alex watched the smoke rise from his lips, ascending as he blew it out in circles, his head resting back against the headboard, eyes half-closed, scratching at his chest, his reddened skin cool with sweat. He could hear the sprinkles of water hitting the shower, considering for a moment to just get dressed and have a shower later, then decided against it and took one last drag from his cigarette before crushing it in the ashtray on the bedside table, shuffling out of bed and pulling on his wine red robe, tying it lazily while striding into the bathroom.

Conveniently, the glass of his spacious shower was see-through, allowed a first-class view of the way her body moved as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, the steam rising from the glass blurred with the faint scent of rose, she was unfazed when she opened her eyes and took the black shower head – that matched the tiles all across the rest of the large bathroom – and let the hot water run down her body, Alex's eyes drawn to the way it pearled off her smooth skin, he hardly even noticed the smile on her face when she caught him staring, although had he been aware, he wouldn't have missed it for the world.

It came as no surprise to her when he sauntered into the bathroom, had almost expected him to, but tried not to give him the satisfaction of her attention while he stood to glance back at himself in the mirror, his skin shiny with sweat, flushed at his chest and he started brushing his teeth, his fingers gripping harder to the gold faucet handle than necessary when she caught his eye, moved slower, even now she couldn't resist silently putting on a show for him with everything she had.

She'd been self-conscious stepping into the shower, not because she was worried about how she looked but about cleaning herself up, yet soothed instantly once he'd asked her if she wanted a shower, possibly only extending that courtesy to her because he'd fucked her into his mattress mere moments before. Nonetheless, it suggested she'd have time to at least put on some make up, her dress not nearly as sweaty and creased as the one she'd had to put back on twenty-four hours before, he'd ordered her to take off her dress before he'd spanked her again, had taken his time to draw out the punishment he'd then decided she deserved for the way she'd talked back to him, had only fucked her after she'd begged for as long as he'd pleased, had made sure she was dripping wet and as desperate as he could get her without losing his mind before she sucked his cock and had asked him once again for his forgiveness, then ravished her until he couldn't hold on any longer himself, had collapsed and fallen asleep on top of her, had fucked her again in the morning, then chain-smoked about five cigarettes before he felt prepared to take on the day, take on her.

Alex sucked in a breath when she stepped out, the slow movements of her body as she rubbed her hair and body dry, wrapping the towel around her body. “I'll leave you alone” she said, her voice quiet as she didn't want to disturb him, figured that she could get ready in front of the tall mirror in his bedroom, closing the door behind herself before he could respond.

She'd brushed her teeth, yet could still taste the alcohol from the night before, popping some mint gum into her mouth before generously covering her damp skin in her rich moisturizer, fixing her lashes and with a light hand accentuating the contours and curves of her face, done up in her dress and heels, her hair combed straight and shiny once Alexander stepped out of the bathroom, eyes wide when they fell on her as she sat on the edge of the bed with her things all stored once again in her bag, a cigarette balanced between her lips and she held one out for him as well as the end lit up, getting up and striding over to him, her heels clicking on the floor.

He gave her a nod of a approval, parted his lips to take the cigarette before taking a shiny black suit from his clothing rack, doing up the trousers, then buttoning his dark blue shirt, the hint of a smile tugging on the corner of his lip when she once again had his jacket held out and prepared for him to slip into as soon as he was ready.

He adjusted his chain, combed back his hair, then taking everything he needed, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her forward and out the door and before she knew, she was sat in the back of the car next to him, Helders and Cook opposite them, headed to the headquarters, discussing a meeting he'd attend later, having told her he needed to do paperwork, wanting her in the meanwhile to see Serena to explain another job he'd selected her for.

“You know, Alexander...” she said slowly, tilting her head to watch him from the side. “Instead of sending me off on little errands like that, you could just tell me about the jobs.”

Turner raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips. “I dun't 'ave time for tha'. Not wif evreh little fing.”

“You said it's not a little thing. You said it's important.”

“It fookin' is” he sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. “Jade, fings didn't go well in San Marino, I need teh fix it.”

“Just tell me what happened” she urged, knowing that if he was about to send her off and spend the day away from her, she wanted something now, anything that showed her he took time for her and trusted her, bothered with her personally.

“The meetin … all o' them realleh … didn't go well, alreyht? Joost like … I mean, yeh've been wif meh at sum before, they turn out 'ow they usualleh do when people are fookin' disrespectful towards meh.”

She swallowed, licking her lips, trying to gloss over the fact that he'd said she'd been with him, and that she'd almost blocked out the rest of sentence, when usually, she was particular about hearing every syllable to make sure she could deliver the best possible performance on any job he entrusted her with. “What did they do?” She questioned.

Turner shrugged. “Not wha' I fookin' told them teh” he muttered.

Jade pressed her lips together to suppress the laughter that was threatening to come out, quick and too amused at his sulking. “U-Um” she said, licking her lips and slowing her breathing. “You can't always get your way, Turner.”

His eyes flickered across her face again and he chuckled. “Watch meh.”

“You're not getting what you want though” she stated, unable to let him off that easy. “You're sat here sending me on jobs to fix your mistakes. You're not standing your ground.”

“Yeh fookin' bet yehr pretteh arse, I am” he huffed. “I'm not goin' crawlin' teh anehbodeh on me knees, I'm gunna make them all bend for meh.”

She sighed, leaning back against the seat and crossing her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts together in a way that had him unable to draw his gaze from her body, only snapping out of it when the car stopped and Helders stepped out, holding the door open, Jade shuffling out of the car when Alex nodded for her to, looking down to adjust her dress when a sudden noise rang through the air, undoubtedly a shot. Before she knew, she felt a heavy weight against her back, collided with the hard asphalt, barely able to catch herself, wincing and struggling until she realised Cook had jumped out of the car and thrown her to the ground, barked at her to stay down as more shots flew over their heads and then he was gone, she could merely see his feet on the other side of the car, noticing Turner's shiny shoes as well, frozen for a moment until she realised he was in the same position as her but gasping when she saw him fumble for his weapon on the inside of his jacket, another series of shots filling the air as he got up as well, smoke and a sharp scent of unfamiliarity surrounding the car.

She felt a rush of adrenaline, despite knowing what she was getting into, having witnessed what she had expected, this was more than she'd bargained for, felt it impossible to move as she lay frozen with fear, needed a moment to get a grip and get out her own gun from her bag, trying to make as little noise as possible – merely a measure of safety as she knew she wouldn't be able to kill anybody, if anything injure someone to render them harmless – the groans and thuds of fighting, more bullets flying and she gasped when she saw someone hit the ground right beneath the car, blood flowing onto the dirty ground.

She breathed shakily, tried her best to focus, assess the hopeless situation, blocking out the possibility of its outcome and concentrated enough to figure out where they were, if they came close, following the movements and realising that there were three other men, one was down, which meant they were now outnumbered, yet the shock still sat deep within her and she winced as another shot evoked a scream, breathing out shakily before she realised it was one of the other men, her whole body tense, more shots following, then she heard Turner.

“Wha' the-...”

Even though she couldn't his face as he stood on the other side of the car, she could picture every detail of his face despite, the familiarity instantly allowing a sense of relaxation to wash over her, she was still hyper-aware, especially with the shots now ceasing, yet her eyes were still fixated on the two bodies on the ground, trying to tear her gaze away and get up as she heard footsteps walking around the car towards her.

Just then, she spotted movement in a picture that should've been still, gasping and for a moment assuming that the men on the other side of the car weren't dead, then realised it was another set of steps approaching, saw heavy leather shoes and without second thought, she pushed herself from the hard ground, leaving her bag, her finger clutching her gun the way she had now come used to, and seeing the man with his arm spread out, shooting at Turner who now stood beside her, it was all it took for her to shoot, aim precise enough to be sure it would merely injure the shooting arm and cause him to drop the gun, yet the second the pressure of the shot rushed through her arm, the shock was overshadowed by a second shot. A split second passed in which she feared she'd shot the man approaching between the eyes herself, saw the blood vividly and bright even from a far, her knees weak and threatening to give in had it not been for Helders' strong arm locking around her, drawing her away from the car, the ringing in her ears growing stronger, and then they were through the doors she'd entered so many times, yet never with a sense of safety as it offered now while she walked alongside Turner, Helders ready to steady her again on her other side, several other henchmen passing them hurriedly, heading outside.

She was still shaky on her legs, focusing more on her putting one heel before the other and sucking her stomach in to tense it enough to keep herself from being sick rather than actually processing what she'd just seen, able to merely give a slight shake of her head when Turner held a cigarette out to her, then popped one between his own lips.

He waited for Cook to light his smoke, taking a drag and forcing himself to look straight ahead, refusing to look at her for longer than necessary because it would have forced him to deal how torn he was between wanting to lock Jade in his apartment and never let her out again, and replaying the image of her shooting to defend him over and over again, the latter had him trembling with need, pride even, the former rose the sense of power inside him, of being in control of not only her, but the environment he put her into as well, Miles' voice interrupting his concentration.

“What the fook 'appened out there?” He gasped as he approached them, having stood outside Turner's office. “They wouldn't let meh … oh, Jade, bella, are yeh alreyht?”

The contrast between the way her eyes grew wider and Alex's brows furrowing in confusion had Miles stepping up quickly, waiting for Helders to step aside and he without a second thought wrapped his arm around Jade, gave her body a squeeze when he felt her let out a strangled breath and she leaned against him, the warmth a contrast to the cold sweat she felt, overbearing scents of sweet flowers mixing with more smoke.

Three pairs of eyes were on Miles as he drew back, looked around slowly. “None of ya got 'urt, reyht?”

Jade glanced from Helders, to Cook, instantly overtaken by the image again of how he'd stuck out his arm and effortlessly ended a man's life, her eyes ultimately resting on Turner who apart from a few specs of dust on his suit looked like he'd just stepped out of his apartment without further complications.

“Weh're all alreyht” Turner announced, waving it off, his fingers closing around Jade's arm and he drew her to the side, Helders and Cook standing on either side of his office's door while Miles looked around, still not convinced that everyone was in fact “alreyht”, yet standing back, looking at Jade.

“I know I should have stayed down” Jade stated to beat him to it, the confusion in his eyes as soon as she spoke increasing the speed of her heart beat.

“No, I...” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeh did a good job, doll. Third time yeh 'ad me back. It's like yeh like meh now.”

Despite the deep-set shock that still had her body frozen, a sense of relief soothed her, a shaky laugh falling from her lips, quiet, yet enough to evoke some sort of response, and worth the way he smiled right back at her, genuine relief visible on his sinfully beautiful features.

“Mi?” He called without looking away from her, Miles by his side within seconds.

“Yeh, mate?”

“Jade's gunna prepare wif Serena for a job, go wif 'er.”

She swallowed, already knowing she'd have to deal with it, yet the prospect now didn't seem so scary, she wanted to work, wanted to be useful, help and show him that she was capable, now almost embarrassed by how affected she'd been. She'd known that this was what she'd signed up for, and she wasn't going to back down now, clearing her throat and adjusting her posture, a tear on her heart when she saw the shift in Turner's eyes, the way they shone brighter and he licked his lips, the nod of approval and satisfaction supporting her faith in her own confidence, told her that she was right to act on it.

“Reyht...” he drawled. “It's probableh gunna beh a buseh weekend, but on Mondeh, I'm gunna take yeh teh Venere.”

She swallowed, taking in a breath, the realisation and then the disappointment in herself for getting her hopes up too soon overshadowed any sort of fear. “You don't usually give me a heads up...” she said quietly, glancing back at him expectantly, hoping to draw more from his response and she was taken aback by how easy he made it.

Turner shrugged, he stepped closer to her, his face mere inches from hers. “Well, 's not usualleh a special occasion, eh?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows, the wink that followed had her heart racing, she felt like it was going to explode when he closed the space between them and captured her lips in a deep kiss, eager and promising, and like that the night before, expressing more than he could with words somehow, any trace of doubt she'd had wiped away by the way his lips moved with hers, his hand pressed possessively to her lower back until he drew away when she breathed shakily, ready to drop right to her knees for him if she kept going.

Another half-smile and she instantly missed his touch, watched him turn and step into his office, a wave to the side had Cook walking over to them and taking the lead to bring them to Serena, while Helders followed Turner into his office.

She was on a whole different level of irritation now, looked up from her heels on the ground to Kane beside her who only spoke when he realised he had her attention. “Wha's on Mondeh, bella?” He inquired, an eyebrow cocked questioningly.

Jade couldn't hide the faint smile on her face when she spoke, the excitement about going to the one establishment of Turner's she had hardly even heard rumours about only transcended by the reason he'd implied and she bit her lip as she looked back at Kane. “It's my birthday.”

[larissaloki]

Abusive relationships,

Yes another one of these, ths my own personal experiences with a relationship that ended nearly two years ago. I’ve only just gotten the confidence too share as to this day, my son is still negatively affected by the aftermath.

Thankfully my relationship only lasted 2 months before i wised up and kicked his ass to the curb. These kinds of relationships can happen to anyone, not just women, so this post will hopefully serve as a warning for everyone on what to look out for.

Before i continue i will warn that content can be sensitive for some (obviously) but also mentions of a bdsm esk lifestyle. Not overly explitic but it’s still there. Also I am just writng out as it pops into my head so bare with my ramblings as this hard to get out.

To start off with, I am a single mum living in a flat and at the time i was working part time (18 hours a week a the time) with a 2 year old toddler and 22 years old. Despite having a son I was lonely a lot as a lot of friends stopped contacting me and my weekly dnd group was disbanded so my human interactions where limited and lets just say retail doesn’t equate to good human contact.

Fast forward because you don’t want to hear about my struggles wth dating as humourous it is. I met (lets call him D) D and as always, things see well- D was sweet and charmng and was seemingly ok with me having a toddler. Brillant! i thought i had hit gold with this guy.

This how abusers are, they make themselves seem to sweet and amazing that you become blind any faults. You know that saying “I’m not like those guys, not all guys are like that” D used these words when describng himself and in conversations. in my experience with him and a few other people, people that have used these sentences are often exactly like the ones they say they aren’t.

So far everything he’s done is present a pleasent package that sound and looks trustworthy and a nice guy. Making the bad traits come across as just mere off days. I was so blinded by the fact that he seemed to sweet and nice that i didn’t realise exactly what he was doin for a mere two months. thankfully talks at schools and thing’s I’ve read online and family members helped me clock onto his games.

ALWAYS LISTEN TO FAMILY! i say this because they noticed within weeks what he was doing and were trying to find ways to warn me. He seemed hesitant to meet my family after a month of dating which for my family is odd, as we are a pretty tight family more or less at the times. My mum met everyones partners quickly as we all visited each other a lot at the time.

when she did meet him a month into dating and was talking to him, D admitted that he would read my phone over my shoulder ALL.THE.TIME. This is not good, nothing i thought was private actually was. But his own phone was protected like it was the holy grail of all holy grails. I never actually asked to see his phone but it’s somethin i noticed after we broke up that he would always hide the screen from anyone in the room. He would try and create arguments over anything with my mu and sister when they were at my home while i was working, watching over my son. At this pont i wasn’t still comfortable enough for D to be along with my son.

When i then got home, my mum and sister would leave quickly unable to stand being in D’s presence. this made me think they simply just didn’t like him, so when it annoyed me, D would jump onto my rants and feed them. Make my anger at my mum and sister worse by telling white lies, basically fanning the flames. People, if your partner does this- take a step back and wonder why.

D was purposefully driving wedges between me and my family and later my best friend by complaining about each and trying to get me to join his point of view. Tryng to get me to view them as hinderences rather than support. Driving me to focus on him completely and not them. Do not let anyone destroy your family ties, especially ones with your closest family.

then theres the other little things, like comlaining how i wash my hair and which products i use saying i was damaging myself. everything i used was of good value and methods professional hairdressers adviced me to use. But apparently a guy who doesn’t even condition and had short balding hair had better knowledge then me. this is another form of control, trying to tell me how to do things. same with cooking, I’m not a bad cook i can make somegood meals but he insisted on cooking saying he’s amazing at cooking. He would often put in way to much garlic and onion making the meals he made full of to much flavour and would get upset when my poor 2 year old wouldn’t eat or I wouldnt. Even when i told him not to put so much he would snap saying he knew what he was doing.

Then theres the guilt tripping and telling me how to raise my child. A person who has no children was apparently more knowledgable than me who read articles and books and have a mother who’s had 4 kids herself. When out and about he would get annoyed when my 2 year old had a tantrum and play up.

saying that my son was being a disrespectful shit to me and would publically shame me for ignoring or trying to appease my son depending on what the tantrum was over. RED FLAG! A 2 year old cannot be disrespectful, my son struggles with speech to this day due to D demanding my son uses his words and not cries to display hs wants. D’s view was that kids should be perfectly articulate at 2 year old and understand all these adult social cue’s.

Then at bed times, D hated that i cuddled my son till he slept and that my son came intomy bed halfwa through the night for comfort reasons. So he demanded i changed the night routine to involve maths for my 2 year old and a story while my son was in bed then just walkout of the bedroom. leave my son alone regardle if he was upset, my heart broke at my sons cries as D scared my son back into bed and kept leaving him. Ignoring my concerns with this method saying it wht he read online and eventually my son will sleep. worst two weeks of my life until i broke the cycle as I just couldn’t allow it to continue.

i was fas growing afraid of D at this point. One night he flipped his shit as i turned over in bed declaring it was to hot to share the bed due to my memory foam topper and that he runs hot anyway. he threw his phone at the wall over it. Another time he yelled at me for not trying a certain stores jellybabies when i said. didn’t like jellybabies, saying that i was being stubborn as this stores jelly babies were delicious. i promised to try them later- when he was out i threw them away and just told him that yes they were ok.

He mocked the games i played and liked, i love final fantasy and rpg games a lot. i find them entertaining but he mocked them saying i should play more fighter interactve games. he made me play one that i just found dull and did not like at all.

After this he was also scaring me with his bsm ettiquette, anyone in bdsm know that you respected your partners limits and repected their safe word and what they tell you the are ok with and what they aren’t ok with. A few times he violated this. He liked to give pain and i liked mostly pleasure and rope play. A hard limit for me was belts- i was not ok with them at all, he used one one session and i had to safe word out quickly which he found fuckng funny. This is not ok. Another time we wanted to try a new pose with ropes and the position i was in was making me feel ill half way through beng tied, so i safe worded and asked me to get me out as i felt sick.

If your partner is in rope and feels unwell or safe words out- get them out fast! Cut the ropes if you need to you can always buy more ffs. But D didn’t, he sighed and slowly untied me. No matter how much i begged him to hurry up he went at his own slow ass pace. Do not do this as something someone once found enjoyable suddenly no longer is.

And lastly, do not snap at your sub if your rope plans dont go to plan. Do not make them feel bad if something doent work. I was snapped at when ties he was tryng for the first time weren’t working, nothing i could help.

towards the end he told my mum when they again where at mine alone that he would be moving in in 6 months time so she had best get usedto him being here. we had only been dating at this point for less than 2 months. I have a rule that i don’t move in with someone unles i’ve been with them for more than 2-3 years at the minimum.

8 MONTHS IS TO SOON.

the event that pretty much spelled the end for this? was my sons bday and D turned up after eveyone had gone which fair enough, lots of kids wasn’t his thing. I had some alcohol and energy drinks as well, he offere weed which i had had before unaware of him slipping me ectasy as well.

All of these things did not respond well to me, hours later in the next morning as i had this 9 pm the night before, by 10 am D left to go home and i was dealing with what i think was the come down. Badly. Ikept having panic attack and was not right for two days after. My heart kept going dangerous speeds that i had to call my mum and sister for help as D said he woudlnt come over as i wa just beng silly and that it would pass. I was worried for my son if something was to happen to me over it.

After this i talked to my mum and the truth was coming out in small bits. I stupidly was on the fence about what my mum was telling me as i was reliant on D’s affection and we i went to get a coil (birth control device) and D hated that i was going with my mum and that i had been talking to her.

He got defensive and was telling me i didnt need my mum in my life. His mum wa dead and he was doing well, so i didn’t need mine in hs eyes. This is maniplative as fuck and he was an asshole trying to use this. By thi point. Was wising up to his tactics and games with teh help of my mum exposing what he hadsaid to her and i dumped him.

He tried to then play around with getting his things back and tried to arrange it when i would be alone. Never meet an ex like this alone people i beg you, i got my mums bf to wait for him instead,and i prepacked his stuff so he couldnt possibly steal anything. When he saw my mums bf his aggressive pose he had at the door dropped away. He was suddenly polite and cordial and left with little fuss once received his things. Never meet an abusive ex alone.

After he left my life i found out he had gotten onto my computer that was a christmas gift and had wrecked it beyond usable it quickly broke and i lost everything on it. All my musc and pictures and works. My computer wa my escap and coping mechanism for depression and anxiety. Same as my music. Im still struggling in life around men due to this and my son is strugling to learn to speak still.

Please be careful and never cut out people from your life because a partner says so. Friends and family mean more than someone you just met.

[thekastlediaries]

(Im assuming you meant a kastle fic masterlist for myself… putting it under a cut bc it’s… looong)

One-shots

One Batch Per Dozen (au/drabble collection on ao3)

- Strangers on a Train - accidentally fell asleep on each other on the train AU - “Coffee” for two - Always in front of me in line for the coffee shop with a ridiculous order that takes forever to make AU - Running in the Dark - that’s a hideous shirt and you should take it off AU - A Warm Place - Prompt: What happens when Frank (natural dog person) discovers Karen is a cat person? - A Haunting - I moved into the apartment next door and it’s 100% haunted please let me crash here for the night” au - Sleepless in Hell’s Kitchen - Neighbor who’s way too enthusiastic about LOTR soundtracks AU - A Girl Can Dream - I’ve never actually talked to you but I had a dream we were in a relationship and now I have a crush on you AU - Mistakes Were Made - College AU  - A Study in You (part 1) - A Study in You (part 2) - AU in which Frank and Karen are teachers who argue a lot and the whole school ships them - Clouds in My Coffee - AU where they are neighbors and one of them can hear the other every single morning singing in the shower - Speechless - Prompt: Frank dealing with brain damage after effects - temporary aphasia. Karen finds him hiding on her fire escape, confused and unable to speak, and shelters him until it passes. - Bruised Not Broken - Prompt: Frank becomes attached to the 8 year old girl Karen Babysits - Pieces of You - Prompt: Frank showing up once or twice in Karen’s apartment to lay low, but doesn’t give her any warning, etc. Karen’s hides something of his so he will come back. - The Daughter of My Enemy - Prompt: Kastle with Karen as the daughter of a mob boss - Cradle the Fury - Kastle switched backgrounds AU - Your Knight (part 1), Your Knight (part 2) - Prompt: AU where Frank and Karen live in the same apartment building. Frank is usually a smartass toward her, but one day Karen sees how gentle, patient and kind he is with their 6 year old neighbor - He Couldn’t - Karen gets Frank’s suit back when he goes to prison, bc it belonged to Nelson & Murdock, and she keeps it in her closet, unwashed, bc still smells like him - Rescued - Prompt: Someone grabs/kidnaps Karen and Frank rescues her - Fight for Your City - Prompt: they meet at a protest/rally and feel attraction from afar so mutual friends decide to set them up on a date - Every Six Seconds - Nurse/Doctor Kastle AU - Caress - Karen notices early on that he doesn’t like sleeping. He clings to his coffee late into the night like it’s a life raft, circles under his eyes, exhaustion in his hoarse voice. - Restless - He wonders if the ethereal night dress is something she wears often. It floats around her weightlessly, frilly lace edges brushing against the tops of her thighs. It’s something out of time, an angelic relic from a sepia toned past. - Almost - Karen Page wasn’t a drinker, not really. A shot or three after work with a few friends, just enough to feel loose and uninhibited, that was one thing, but this losing herself in the murky depths of amber liquid wasn’t her deal. - Just a Little Touch - Prompt: a tipsy karen @ frank: “your hands are so much larger than mine” - Along Came a Spider - Tumblr Prompt: You report on the most dangerous gangs in New York, no problem… but you’re scared of that tiny little spider?“

Birds of a Feather - AU (fallen angel soulmate) - Francis has spent his fair share of lifetimes looking for his Karina. 

Kastle Week - A series of unconnected one-shots made for the first (i think) kastle week 1) Rolling blackout, frank shows up, the past is talked about. 2) Karen almost dies, but doesn’t, frank reacts 3) this one’s just an excuse to write bed sharing and then make you stupidly sad 4) the night in the woods at schoonover’s shack goes… differently 5) New york is buffetted by a hurricane and one wounded vigilante seeks shelter 6) Karen watches as the last of Frank Castle’s former life goes up in flames, but she manages to hang on to a piece of him 7) Frank tells himself over and over again that he won’t see her, and over and over again he’s wrong

Heartbeat - Karen is injured, not badly, but there is an unexpected complication (angsty)

No More Running - Kastle channeling their inner rom/com and having and epiphany about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE

Stop Waiting - Frank finds his way back to the living with a little help from the dead.

On Broken Wing - Cornered and running out of options, Frank lets go of the last thing worth holding onto.

Lest You Forget - He tells himself that it’s better that he can’t fall asleep in the dark anymore, that there’s too much work to be done with the moon’s out. He only ever feels like it’s a problem when he’s with her.

Blue At the Edges - Forgetting is a darkness he’s come to embrace.

Violets and Violence - “I need you to scream. You’re Karen Page. He’s the punisher. He will come for you.” 

Reflections - The last things she wants or needs is someone to scold her for being reckless… she knows it already. She knows and yet there’s a part of her that relishes the feeling of her knuckles smashing against another’s unyielding bones. It’s the bruises afterward that she has trouble with.

Multichapters

No Sugar, No Cream - Five times Fic - Five times Frank brings Karen coffee and one time he doesn’t. (FINISHED!)

Fight the Night - AU (vampire/werewolf) -  Frank has one job, to protect the innocent from vamp scum, but his black adn white world view is sorely tested by one ethereal beauty and her craving for blood. (WIP)

Try and Try Again - The night after the punisher’s funeral Karen is approached by a stranger woman and given teh opportunity to change the past and give Frank Castle back his future. (FINISHED!)

Hold On Tight - He remembers what she looked like when she told him, eyes glistening, a half formed apology on her lips. He just shakes his head, denial pushing away all other emotions. He can’t do it again. (WIP)

Of Gods and Monsters - AU (greek gods hade/persephone) - Frank is the God of the Underworld, quietly ushering honorable souls to the Elysian Fields while ensuring the evil ones start their time in Tartarus as soon as possible. He doesn’t want or need anyone to care about, until one day the beautiful daughter of Demeter needs him. He can’t ignore his fate, and neither can she. (WIP)

Five Line Fics

Short and Sometimes Sweet (collection on ao3)

TUMBLR LINKS - Coffee - Blood - Eyes - Body Language - Regrets - Bullets - Flowers - Birthday Present - Restless - Dive - Reach - Boundaries - Fear - Flames - Caress - Are You Wearing My Hoodie? - Smile -  Ice - Tell Me You Don’t Want This Too - I Don’t Want Anyone Else - Dance - Watching Hocus Pocus - She Gave Me Her Hand And Didn’t Need More - Stuffed Animals - Blanket - Lingering Glances - Record Store - Yoga Class - Office - Underwear - Window - Insomnia - Trust - Dreams - Nightmares - Breathless - Hope - Fuck - Swallow, Run, Rum, Kness, Wander - Rain, Bare, Peach, Clock, Knuckles - Ache - Poker - Karen Helping Frank Get Dressed in a Suit to go to the trial - Honor - Dancing - Just don’t go… - 

P.S. The first two kastle fics i wrote - (putting them at the end because frank and karen were so so new to me and i was a bit tentative)

In the Night - In the darkness everything else falls away.

Clear Skies - Frank visits the graves of his family for the first time since the massacre in the park.

[mimicsecretdiary]

Star Wars oneshot

[beware: long post ahead] Introduction

The Galaxy,for the first time,seems to be at peace: the Republic and Empire have reached a stall and acceptable agreements and both of them are not pinching and nabbing at each other too much. This is also thanks to the just-ended great war, lasting the incredible short period of 5 years, which had ended with a large-scale schism of the Sith order that destabilized the Empire. There are those who say the Sith "rebels" were supported by the Republic, some say they were headed by a Sith lord with powers comparable or even higher than the Emperor himself. The fact is that now the intergalactic forces are more or less in peace. [Characters introductions here]

The scene opens with a Chiss pilot in space. Janos has just finished one of his regular smuggling jobs and he's relaxing while the most recent member of his "one man crew" is being the paranoid of the bunch and he's checking the ship for any evidence or problems that might have happened during the mission. They receive a call on holo from a "private number" basically, and Janos, before letting his "co-pilot" paranoid human hacker answer, checks from where it arrives. It's from Korriban. "AH. EXCELLENT". They are a bit on the defensive but Jaydkan,the hacker knowns as "cresto", or hacker, or paranoid, or simply J says that "curiosity makes him curious" (he's a hacker, not a poet) and they respond. It is a rattataki that calls Janos by name (OK) and tells him that it is the apprentice of his "employer" (GREAT) and that has a job for him, perhaps the last "mandatory" one (actual good), and she basically wants me to pick up two Night Sisters( G L O R I U O S) and a couple of jedi ( SPEC TA CU LAR) to help her Master in a thing. "ah ok, so now I'm taxi service". Of course I accept, I do not have the right to refuse, and I head to the coordinates. The scene moves to the Night Sisters, who are briefly informed about the matter by teh same rattataki woman, even if they already knew what they had to do and they get informed about who and where and when they will be taken to do such work. Madea and Winter are of few words and many facts so when the "taxi" arrives, they introduce themselves - more or less- and they go quietly in their ""lodgings"" on the ship to meditate. New change of scene and we are on Typhon, known planet of jedi temples. Three jedi are digging and working in an archeologic site when one of the three, Sa'Vin, recieves an holo call. From a "private number" She moves away from the tent and answers, finding the same rattataki as before. But she knows her by name ("Tiraka"), and knows who she is and who her Master is, as she had had "dealings" with him in the past. There is a strenuous conversation where Tiraka asks for support from Sa'Vin, and she deduces that it must be a great deal if it is her and not her Master who calls for help. The sith apprentice confirms the situation it's as such. With a sigh, Sa'vin accepts the caller's request for help and closes the call, speaking soon after privately with her padawan Milisendis asking if she would feel comfortable doing a "special" mission. The Miraluka girl seems to be interested academically speaking and, when asked, the other Jedi, a Givin called Iad-aan, appears to be interested as well (there is a samll player-death here bcs the charcter vocie od Iad-aan made me die laughing.). Iad-Aan asks if it is an illegal thing, and when it is confirmed that it is not "technically" he lightly accepts. Sa'vin drives in speeder the two colleagues / companions to the place of randevouz for Tiraka had confirmed that she had already arranged somebody to come and get them near the place of need. The three await the ship in a open grassfield and when the said transport arrives after a a couple of hours, Iad-Aan uses the Force to "see" who is inside and percieves clearly two strong sources of Force not fully trained on but mostly Dark Ways. On the other hand, the Night Sisters perceive themselves to be observed. Landing, Janos comes down from the ship to check his "cargo" and remaining pleasantly surprised by (re)Seeing Sa'vin, cordially greeting Millisendis and remaining a little shocked by the welcoming of the Givin, makes them jump on board, urgently asking not to provoke quarrels with the other two young ladies in the ship. There is a brief chat between Janos and Sa'vin, where she asks him to use the name with which she presented herself and where she whispers that she would like to know where he had met this current employer of his (The sith master she also knows). "I could ask you the same question, Counsellor Sa'vin" "it is not obvious that i will not answer". On the ship they all meet up with a young blue twi'lek and a jawa, who is promptly threatened by Janos who warns the small alien that he is "keeping an eye on him (Zili.. Don't let it touch my droid)". It's obvious that this kind of conversation is now routine on the ship. [Sa'vins player was feeling ill so she left after this point] Before taking off, on the datapad that gave Janos the coordinates for the variosu landings a message compose itself and it suggests to ask the Nighsisters to explain the problem to the new arrivals of the ship. Janos hurriedly gets up (complaining that it could have wrote the message in the 5 seconds before i had sat down on the pilot seat) and he goes, but before he could hear the Night sisters' negative answer, he's already gone. The journey starts... without any of the main groups exchanging covnersations. We arrive at the coordinates set: a moon that looks more like a cemetery of buildings than an inhabited place, with several craters created or from large battles or frequent meteorites. When the ship docks, the landing pod blocks my supports and I find myself very frustrated at the idea of ​​not being able to just get the fuck out. The jedis and the non-Force-users get off board looking at a pyramid liek tomb, stil lwondering what we are doing there since miss onehanded -shotgun-loading-sound Madea has not told us anything about the job yet. Looking around the landing pod we see the door of a pyramidal tomb that is closed by two statues with hands and arms joined. The scavengers notice also some computers with soem data running on the screens and the hacker + twi'lek are observing with great interests the tech there: it's an automatic station for archaeological finds' analysis. J downloads a bit of the just finished analysis on the device and Yewzili pockets some various paddles. I'm like "kid don't do it" and she "it's to repay you: 3" "if you want to repay me by sicking 45 angry Siths because I stole their precious antique night vases, i'll gladly skip that" "they will never notice." While the three smuggler-type pirate things, the jedis use the Force to open the doors, after Madea said, very caustic, that their employer is literally just locked inside (janos: "AH he called us because he got stuck a tomb, this is AMAZING"). The jedi open the door of 50cm and let pass the two Night sisters in front of line, then they go in and finally the mere blaster-holders go at the rear. As soon as we get all inside, Iad-aan uses the Force again to perceive dangerous creatures and finds two or three BIG clustersof negative energy plus a more powerful one of inestimable suffering in the depths of the tomb. We assume that's out quarry. Trying to avoid the clusters of life forms perceived by the mathematical jedi, we start our descent. At the first junction we are attacked by a Kath who is severely mistreated by the force-users (Medea jumps behind him using the wall as a lever hitting his back, ian-aad splats it on the ceiling, Zili electifies it with the vibrosword and finally Medea eviscerates it while iad -aan overkills it with a Force-beheading. Janos kinda just puts away the blaster shrughing). A little further on we find another forkin the road, with both ends going downhill, and an obelisk at the center of a small opening in the cave. The jedi interact with it- in whisper - while Janos  -"feeling lucky" in whisper - gets a very bad feeling from the way on the right. Iad-aan says that the obelisk has "spoken to him" and that we must continue in the way right but "without touching the dead" - something along these lines. There is a brief pseudo-philosophical discussion between iad and medea where medea does not seem particularly inclined to speak, while janos and zili are having an heated covnersation about some potential good stored in Janos' ship that zili may or may not have"resold" or used (spoielr: it was spice. (context: spice in sw its drug basically)). In the fustration, Janos does not realize that he is walking right in the direction of the bad feeling. We arrive in a room full of stacks of skeletons and Iad-Aan assumes these are the dead not to be touched, so with nonchalance levitates wit hthe Force across the room (he's usign a lot of Force powers, he should be more careful). Madea comments caustically that "some" people REALLY like to show "how many things they can do"; the Night Sisters make show of their great agility and the others (Milisendis Zili, and J) simply walk - janos needs a few seconds before deciding to cross the room .  The "bad feeling" really gets to him- [J's player is prone to be very sleepy so he left as well at this poing] Just as we are getting out the blasted room, 6 huge and disgusting humanoids, Rakghouls, jump on us and we start a fight. Janos  -last in the line so first to be attacked- slips his entire arm into the mouth of one of these monsters as it growls and he like unloads his blaster charge in the skull of the disgusting thing, causing it to burst from within. The creature falls to the ground coem a fish without bones, ("Ah ... he bit me ç_c ...") biting janos' arm on the way down; Iad-aan unleashes his levitate to lift himself up into the cavernous room and not get caught by two of them; medea uses, according to old tactics already tried, Winter as jumping pad and twirling in the air with feline grace and shoots in the head to another of the creatures with the blaster incorporated in her mechanical arm; zili jumps back while the attack of the jedi padawan Milisendis doesn't go as good as she would have wanted. In the second round with a bit of Force pushes and blaster shots an classical Force-beheadings, we take the rest out. Medea snaps a bit of acid words to Zili ("Cowardice will not keep you alive") and we contine along the path down (zili is quite offended: "it actually works pretty good to me"). Around the corner we hear heavy steps and Mili, Yewzilin and Janos peek the corridor while Iad-Aan perceives it with Force: it is a fairly large creature known to feed on the Force + force users altogether. Janos comments that "hey, at least three of us are safe!" readily correct that they are nonetheless creatures carinvore and the Force flows in all of us. yadda yadda jedi shit. Janos promptly takes zili for an arm and literally sprints silently across the corridor to where the creature is eating some corpse or carcass. Zili does not make a sound but Janos almost slips and schatters a bone by mistake. Luckly the creature does not seem to care too much. ("DAMN IT YOU OLD MAN" Zili whispers angrly. "Ehy watch your mouth kid, the thing didn' saw us anway!!") Janos was "arguing" with Zili to use the Jawa as a distraction while Milsendis and Medea convinced Iad-aan that usinf the Force -again- to move soem rock in a far away corridoir would have not distracted the creature because it would have felt the source of the Force-usage. Some more or less sucessful sneaking made us avoid the creature complitely. We find now in front of a dor not much different from the one we met earlier and Medea with Winter brute-forcibly try to push it open (Medea: "will you others help us or not?". Janos and zili, together:"no no i think i'l lstay here watchign you two." zili:"I could watch them all day * eyes emoji *") while the jedi reuse the Push to Force it open. The initially percieved source of pain becomes it stronger once we enter the next room. [And hereby we ended the oneshot]

[i-am-a-fan-of-empty-spaces]

it's late. i'm not proofreading. i keep messing my life up. i'm in taiwan. somehow this darkness makes smells so vivid. i can smell all the smells of columbus. you should probably unfollow me.

indianola house: the bathroom was so clean, filled with my roommate's girlfriend's shampoos. i lived in that tiny room with an air mattress and a desk lamp on the floor, and all my suitcases were out on the floor. every evening as the house got dark, i would be too lazy to go downstairs, so i would be in my room with a tiny desklamp, curled up in the blanket. i remember the smell of the blanket. it smelled like emmy, the dog, and it was a cute smell. i had magic cards all over the floor, that sadie gave me. i had nail polish. i had incense i bought from a head shop. all of these things were so new and exciting. i remember drying nail polish in my dark room and the smell of it. i cooked mac and cheese by that sink, with my roommate's pot, and opened a sprite to drink. some nights sadie would come over and sit on the cold kitchen floor or that one seat by the table and talk about her depression.. maybe the mood was the feeling of living somewhere you're not supposed to, or of worlds colliding? i remember looking at his books and whiteboard, i remember his brother coming, who was in army and had a german shepherd. they all lived in a very foreign world to mine: clean, with a future, with nice fitting clothes and good decor and clean house smells. he would be stoned coming back from an event with his girlfriend and try to make conversation with me as i cooked dinner, he sitting by the table, i standing cross legged against the sink. sometimes i would make a cup of poppy tea in the sink when he was asleep and sleep with a faint opium high. i wasn't supposed to be there, i had no idea how to handle these things, and yet i was doing it, i was surviving at least that long, i was going to restaurants and riding buses and managing a social life. one afternoon the guy came to tell me i would have to leave early, asked if it was okay, i said yes. he was tall and good looking and friendly, and he used terms to describe the house that i didn't understand.

dale's house: the smell of the cleaning materials, dale's house partially cleaned of soot, the sink with the milky white water, always running. the smell of coach. the stench of the microwave, i would go to the microwave ever night at around three and heat up another bowl of ramen. the kitty would come. the ramen would not be completely cooked. the microwave smelled like pepperoni pizza, with some weird stink, and when you opened it the smell would be everywhere. there was a cup near the sink, with the milky water. the smell of the sink, of cleaning materials. the dog coach wandered out at night while i was cooking, would bend her body in half, trying to lick her butt. she did this whenever she was excited. she smelled bad because she had impacted anal glands. the house smelled like cleaning materials and pepperoni. the kitchen smelled of cat shit. the kitty began to shit in one corner outside the litterbox and they let it, and that half of the kitchen filled up with shit. in the living room was all of joy's old stuff from before she died. pictures on the walls, boxes full of useless junk. she was a hoarder. everything was covered in soot. my carpet smelled bad and was covered in dog hair. there were stains because i had tried to clean it with baking soda, which did little except bleach the carpet where i spread it. this was before james arrived with krane. it was more peaceful then.

it wasn't just unhappiness i felt in columbus. it was a very strange mix of feelings. it was the feeling of being someplace very foreign, incredibly foreign, like boston was foreign, yet somehow more foreign than boston. shiny. nice people, yet impatient, because i would mess things up and break rules, intentionally or unintentionally. i wasn't a good person, i did't feel like one. homeless people asking for money, or helping me find buses. something about the way they carried themselves sticks with me. everyone in that city. the hookah bar, with joel, every night after the open mics i went to with sadie. we'd sit there smoking hookah, i would be faintly nauseous, we would talk about things. the cold outside the hookah bar, as we walked to the car. the supermarkets had a different mood than supermarkets in boston, which differed from the supermarkets i knew as a child. the ones in columbus were so empty and clean. the signs were matte. i went late at night and corners of it would have their lights off. the one in boston across the street from where i lived was hell, it was never not crowded, walking there i would have to weave in between cars. there was the sound of shopping carts, talking people, bags. in columbus everthing was so new, even dirty places seemed new and pleasant. its beauty was offputting. boston was somehow beautiful in its ugliness, in a very real raw way. the christmas lights in union square i'd pass at five in the morning walking home from work. the closed shops, the comic book store, closed. in columbus there were those ugly mcmansionesque corner towers, there was the buffalo wild wings, there were all these matte looking clean buildings coming up out of noewhere, somehow nice in a way that made me feel excluded.

i'm in taiwan now. taiwan doesn't seem to have a mood. i wonder if it's because this is home, or if it's that i can't feel moods until i leave a place. i don't feel a mood here. nothing alienates me or threatens me like massachusetts and ohio did. i never leave the house. the strangest i felt was when my parents left and i had the living room to myself. it had that same newness. i realized i never set foot in it. i'm always in my room. that week i became familiar with the sensation of the leather couch against my skin, and i spread my pills all over the table after i got high on them, and didn't clean up until my parents were coming home. i jacked off so much that week. i smoked on our porch. i remember that week, that strangeness of my house.

when i first came here i felt so bad. i felt incredibly bad, my feelings kept changing from all my medications. it felt like my life would never be over and i was exhausted from having gone so many places, lived through so much change, and it would never stop changing. i don’t feel that way now, i feel not much at all, recently just guilt at not getting my paper done. when i wrote this, that feeling of completely lostness came back, it’s the feeling i get when i look at my life, i guess, all these places that don’t want me, the inconveniences i cause others, the feeling of being a little kid filling in paperwork meant for grownups. i’ve learned not to listen so much to feelings these days. 

catapres, i think catapres is what causes the memory loss, the inability to think coherent thoughts--i’m getting it now as it hits, i probably won’t remember much of this tomorrow. i lose my ability to remember the begining of the sentences i write if they go on for more than a line.

i’ve learned--decided is a better word--i’ve decided not to listen to my feelings so much anymore. i don’t know if that’s a good idea. it seems, after all these meds, that my internal landscape is only something that exists when it exists. and there ar emany of them, and the one i have created on wellbutrin is lasting remarkably well. a bubble of okayness. i don’t know if i will feel that excitement anytime soon, that feeling of being a very young kid in a new city. it goes away when my parents are here. they are here now. i hated that at first and i kept fighting and threatening to leave and be homeless. it got extremely bad and i made my mom leave the house. since wellbutrin we’ve fought intensely maybe less than ten times. she promised not to interact with me if possible. i spend almost all day in this room. i’m not sad at all. it sounds depressing,but it’s not at all. it was, but it isn’t now. i wake up, i eat breakfast silently, say a few words to her, start working, with my door closed, she leaves me alone until lunch, when i come out by myself, eat quickly, return, come out for dinner. she said she was sad recently that our interactions have become sparse. i wish she wouldn’t be. i’m okay with my life. not happy, but okay. i have a social life now, because i go to bible study and church with steven. the smell of this room is mold, and whenever the zyrtec wears off the asthma starts. the bed is beginning to smell bad, like dirty feet and sweat, but the mold is the strongest smell.

when i frame it like this it seems incredibly depressing, kind of like when i think back on all the places i’ve been it seems incredibly depressing, this long journey that doesn’t end, these parents i keep returning to, trying to avoid. if i knew someone and they told me this was their life, and i saw every moment, the winter mornings without heat, the target shifts and aisles of toys, the smell of cat shit, ecuador, getting yeleld at so much, i think i would cry. 

 every new city part of the mood is knowing my mom is somewhere worrying. when i am high, when i am wearing nail polish or sucking dick, i think of my mom. i feel excitement that i am free and also that alienation, like i’m so far from who i was, from who she knows. in taiwan i am who she knows, so this feeling is absent.

i am tired, and i should sleep or correct this paper.but i will pray. i think prayer is a good exercise to continue doing, because nowhere else am i freed to ask for anythingat all knowing the giver is omnipotent, and i am blessed with still being able to FEEL his existence though he dies more each day.

well, god, i’m tired, and this doesn’t end, and it’s beautiful and strange adn sad and frightening in beautiful ways, the yelling and hitting sounds from outside my room in teh morning, the worms kitten. i keep forgetting what i’m doing. i--i don’t know what i want, i don’t know if i want this to end, but it’s tiring and sad and sickening, i am sickof myself and how i ruin things and how hard it is to be good and how easy it is to lie and hurt people and yet it is ALL SO BEAUTIFUL. the rooftops with the wind nd elliot smith playing ,wit hsadie, as we talk about pheebs, then in the morning we eat buckeye donuts. this keeps happening, this life, and the past keeps receding from view, the future keeps coming, and all of it is a single feeling that doesn’t end, only surfaces or hides, all of it is that sickness, all of it is that sickness, that mute sickness. sometimes more neutral, like the breath i meditate on, right now a nausea, when i think of how much more i have elft to go, when i think of falling in love again, a job, a house, graduate school, i can’t imagine any of it without that nausea. i imagine new places that aren’t comfoting but are exciting, unfamiliar, and i imagine the feeling of being alienated by these places, by my grad school, new house, supermarket in the future, gas sattion when i learn to drive. i imagine feeling like a kid. 

i don’t know, i don’t know what i’m asking, it’s just so much, you know? i guess i want you to listen, to look at it real good, at EVERYTHING, all these dishes, candles, suitcases, windy days, taipei. isn’t it impressive? how i’ve lived through all of this? how bad i am? i feel like you love me right now, a twisted love, in the form of this world, and my badness. and i love certain friends... that i can’t name, though i doubt they’d read to this point. they are cute, and wonderful. not enough to make the nausea go away. but good. i am happy to think of them.

what am i going to do, god? i can’t see this entire world ever feeling something other than suffocating, alienating, nauseating, sickening, when seen from a distance. that faint feeling i got from punpun loving aiko, and from sato loving the guy, in girl on the shore, when they fall headfirst in love and it is the same thing as falling headfirst into a dark box with no holes they will die in, and that smallness makes the love powerful and dangerous and suffocating and sickeningly beautiful. yoru stomach drops, when you read about someone pulling someone else to their death through love. my entire life is that feeling, beauty pulls me to death. it makes my stomach drop. there is a world outside of my bell jar, it feels, where things are transparent and the air is just air, and in this air you can go in many directions, color it with many moods, none of which trap you into a definite self with a definite future. you feel light and take breaths unconsciously. i will never feel that.

good night, i’ll proofread tomorrow. 

if you made it this far you’re weird and creepy but that’s ok.

[euargh]

Stolen from @thebigdeepcheatsy A- age: I am uncomfortable revealing that, sorry. B- biggest fears: [I fear those things as well, Deep C!] The day my parents actually do the things they constantly threaten me with (they are unpredictable which is awful because I have a bad nervous disorder and become terrified easily.) Losing my cats. Getting mugged or worse while at a bus stop or bus station. If the people I am friends with currently are only friends with me due to politeness or pity and if I have to be the one to remove myself to not be a burden to them any longer. The list is long. Basically... everything horrible. C- current time: 9:16 PM cst D- drink you last had: Water. E- everyday starts with: either being yelled at or head/organ pain. F- favorite song: I have so many favorite songs, but my current one is Gospel of Dismay sh-shut up. It grew on me and I liked the animation. I thought it was cute. Bendy kind of reminds me a LOT of my self. I do not know why. Just everything about him. I laughed hard at the real life person showing up in the video. THAT WAS SO FUNNY. I now headcanon that guy to be a modern day Sammy Lawrence. I said "LMAO THIS IS TOTALLY HOT TOPIC" and lo and behold, discovered Bendy merch is actually going to be available next month there. -cries-  (Also Bendy reminds me of my headcanon of Lyman in my sitcom.)

G- ghosts, are they real?: I can not tell if they are just images stuck in time being replayed over (since time is this weird type of... thing), or if they are indeed ghosts of dead people, and if so, why would they want to stick around? what exactly is going on? what is the logic? are they being punished? how are they still not aware they are dead? Like... if all these years passed and strange technology pops up, should that not cause some kind of concern to the ghost or something? Are they even aware? If I were a ghost, I would be flying around in space giving the middle finger to Earth. Or pranking jerks. Then again I have no idea how the afterlife works... if there is one. I want to sell my soul to be a prankster demon, you afterlife sons a bitches. I want to harass teh trumpbutt and jerks around da globe and make da sad kids laugh. Jack da troll demon on da loose, bada bing bada kaboomm. summon @ own risk u guise. stfu H- hometown: Brownsville, an ugly UGLY ghetto city. I- in love with: OH GAWD, I have no idea if I am even capable of that? I can not understand my feelings. Much of the time I just avoid the person entirely, especially if it starts tearing me up inside. IT IS SO CONFUSING and I am not good with communication, and I feel like they deserve WAY better than my ugly and extremely nervous self. J- jealous of: [I GET JEALOUS OF THOSE SAME THINGS AS WELL, DEEP C.!]  When jerkheads have perfectly nice lives and live in nice places. The favoritism and affection my parents have for my sis'. People with good health and/or a nice life and/or no real problems that whine over absolutely stupid things (like getting friendzoned, omg stfu). A lot of things to be honest. K- killed someone: ???? WHOOOOA NOW. EASY THAR, MAI BOI. L- last time you cried: Just now after having to walk to the stupid convenient store for my parent's beer run. It is hot/humid outside, and hot inside. My hair became matted and looked like crap. I cut most of it off. I will have to chemically straighten it again with Africa's Best hair relaxer soon. The cashier kept making grossed out faces at me. The costumer behind me was a creepy old guy standing way too close, basically breathing down the back of my neck. Anxiety hell. There was one funny part though, while walking there was a huge roach that was... apparently chasing after me? I ran because I wanted no trouble. Nope no no nope. NOT GETTING MUGGED BY A BUG. YEAH I AM A COWARD WITH INSECTS SOMETIMES, STFU. BUT HOLY SHIT IT WAS HUGE. Making note to make a silly comic out of that. M- middle name: I hate my middle and last name. N- number of siblings: Unfortunately I have one and I have no idea how we are even related other than she is as abusive, horrible, and batshit as my parents are. O- one wish: To live somewhere nice that actually snows and be far away from my abusive family, and to maybe have real life supportive friends to pal around with that would not try to hurt me. Wanting friends is a lifelong thing I am unable to obtain, and I am unable to afford to move to such a nice place. I suppose it is just not meant to be.  P- person you called or texted last: My sibling. Q- questions you are always asked: How are you still alive? (Do not worry, I actually find that question amusing.) There are more, but I can not remember them right now. R- reasons to smile: My online friends and anyone that wants to talk to me, my funny cats, whenever people like/reblog/fave my drawings so other people might discover me, the one or two fans I actually have, my pain killers to help with my chronic pain, the fact the creators of Bendy said Bendy can have a tail (GOOD. YES. YESSSS!!!! nice), I am sure there are a lot of reasons to smile but I am currently trying to make myself calm down after having to step out. S- song you last sang: I was attempting to make Perfect Polly sing Devil's Swing for a crappy youtube video, but I am unsure if anyone would even want to watch that disaster. Maybe I should ask people if there is a song they want to request for perfect polly to sing, or create a tumblr for people to send Perfect Polly questions and such to answer on youtube. T- time you last woke up: 6:30PM due to the heat knocking me out much of the day. x_x U- underwear color: Black. V- vacation destination: I have never been anywhere honestly. Except to San Antonio, but even there it was just to clean my sis's apartment, and then I spent much of the time just taking the public bus to kill time... which was awful. W- worst habit: Everything I do???? X- any x-rays: On my skull, teeth, chest, ankle. Y- your favorite food: Anything that does not hurt me. Z- zodiac: Aquarius. I am a stereotypical aquarius too. Whooooa. Getting out of hand now. I TAG: @gorburger @boogiefeverforever @cheapkrabs @akkikumori @harryhenry1 @ask-boris-the-puppup

[itkmoonknight]

ITK Newsletter, no. CX: ISLA RA SESSIONS - Featuring Guest John Harrison

Hello Dear Loonies!

Welcome back to the ITK newsletter which had gone missing for a while. As a matter of fact, the episode had been missing last week, and if it wasn’t for the generous effort made by both High Priests Rebecca and Connor, episode 118 would not have been dropped in time as well! Yes, there have been some turns in life which had made it hard for me to focus on the show and without getting too much into it, I just wanted to spend as much time with my family as I could. It was a tough couple of weeks, but I now feel ready to continue making the best damn possible Moon Knight podcast out there!

So, this coming weekend, I’ll be dropping an ISLA RA Session which I had recorded in early October. I’m only half way through editing it now, but it’s a handsome sized episode and it was again, a massive amount of fun - I hope you enjoy listening to it…!

PHASE OF THE MOON: WAXING CRESCENT (due to scheduling delay, this is slightly out of sync with what we're meant to do)

ISLA RA SESSIONS - JOHN 'DOC' HARRISON FROM TV PODCAST INDUSTRIES

I've always wanted to get the boys from TV Podcast Industries on the show as I'm huge fans of theirs, and after having Chris and Derek on the show, having the chance to speak to John about his desert island books - amongst other things - had been so special and thoroughly enjoyable.

Admittedly, I’ve not conducted an ISLA RA session with Chris, but it could be argued that his and my almost 3 hour episode we had when he guested on two chat about Spidey, was the genesis for the ISLA RA sessions. It was a peek behind the podcasting host facade and a chat about what Chris loved about Spidey and comics. It wasn’t long after that, that I decided to delve into more stories from Loonies, and voila - the ISLA RA Sessions were created!

So, there’s plenty to look forward to with John’s chat - as always, we conducted our chat in and around the Moon Knight corner of the universe…so this time around, we’re at Gena’s diner. Later on, we head out to some other locations - but I’ll leave that for you to discover when you hear the episode!

John's Top 4 Isla Ra (Desert Island) Comics: ???

As always, we aren't giving anything away! Below you'll find encrypted links to John's books. These will be in the show nots as well, but if you want to prepare for the show and discover what books John has chosen - and read them ahead of our discussion - then look no further than below - 

JOHN'S TOP 4 ISLA RA BOOKS:

John's Top Pick

John's 2nd Pick

John's 3rd Pick

John's 4th Pick

FANTASY COMIC LEAGUE - OCTOBER PROGRESS

Oh boy, it's been a bit quiet on the FCL front, but we finally got the cards in for the progress this month, and I must say Tommy has returned with a vengeance!

Looks like he'll no doubt take out this month as he has an unbeatable lead it seems...I'm still in the mix, and hopefully if I can just hang in the top 2 every month, then I'm in with a good chance to take out overall.

However, Tommy and Jason are making good ground and in particular kudos to Jason for his maiden season...he's one to watch! Dustin and Chad unfortunately have drafts (like myself....c'mon Wolvie!!!!) who haven't fired...but anything goes int he last week of October, so you never know!

Below are the progress cards for our #ITKMoonKnight division for you perusal!! I think the big player this month surely has been The Thing from Contagion...plenty more points to be racked up by ol' blue eyes!

Well done Tommy - you'll be the man to beat in the coming months!!

THE COLLECTIVE NEWS

Another plug to our fellow Collective members! I'll try and make this thing a regular thing, so you fair Loonies are in the loop with all these other great podcasts out there, which we highly recommend!

As some of you know, The Collective are a band of like minded podcasters who formed a few years ago now to act as a supportive network for one another not only in promoting each others' shows, but also as a creative hive, where we bounce ideas off one another as to how to improve our shows.

We've crossed over more than once now with other shows, and I know from listening to all of them, that they are highly entertaining and fun to listen to!

I've got a few recommendations which I'll list here, and each newsletter I hope to give a shout out to the recent episodes of these great shows.....I've actually got a couple of other recommendations from a podcast which isn't a part of The Collective (but I reckon they should be!)

All further information on all the shows can be found in teh link at the bottom of this page...

Anyway, here's just a few of what's happening in Collective-Town....

A shoutout to Paul from The Collected Edition with their recent release of a review of the Warren Ellis Moon Knight run! Check out Episode 49 - Moon Knight ...highly entertaining and informative!

Although not part of The Collective (maybe I'll ask if he wants to join), good friend Scott Weatherly from 20th Century Geek released two Moon Knight-centric episodes! I had the fortune of guesting on Part 2 as well... Check out Episode 89 - Spotlight on Moon Knight Part 1, and Episode 90 - Spotlight on Moon Knight Part 2 for all your Moon Knight needs!

Upcoming guest John Harrison & the other boys from TV Podcast Industries have been covering the recent release of the TV show 'Watchmen', which seems to be getting rave reviews...I gotta catch up myself, but after I do, I'll be sure to tune in to these fantastic hosts to get their take!....Check out discussions on Episode 1 and Episode 2, plus they also have a couple of other episodes based on feedback and a prelude to the TV show....Top quality stuff!

Our good mates over at Inner Demons - A Ghost Rider Podcast have released their 46th episode, reviewing a couple of recent releases and a couple of classics. Always fun, always great to hear these guys (incidentally, Brian, one of the hosts, features on a Terminator retrospective on 20th Century Geek Podcast as well....check it out if you can!)...Check out Episode 46 - 'Unoriginal Sin' for their latest and greatest!

Be sure to always check out the Capes & Lunatics Newsletter for all their shows. These guys are more prolific than a Catholic rabbit...so instead of showcasing all their shows here, it's better to get it at the source! I was also honoured to feature on The Quantum Zone for Part 6 of their review for Operation Galatic Storm too... it'll be up and dropping in a month or so I think...

Sons of the Dragon - An Immortal Iron Fist Podcast have also released an episode - Episode 101 is a review of Contagion issues #2 and #3... I bet these guys are happy that the Contagion event is Iron Fist-centric! Can't wait to chat about the final two issues with them on their coming episode too...but be sure to listen to their latest to get up to speed!

Finally, can't NOT shout out The Signal of Doom Podcast featuring good mate, David Finn. This episode, their latest, has the return of Connor McKenna (host of Sons of the Dragon - An Immortal Iron Fist Podcast and fellow host for Last Sons of Krypton - A Superman Podcast)....these guys are heaps of fun to chat with in their own right, so when they are together...BOMBS are set off!! Check out Episode 137 for their latest show...The Signal have also just released a Patreon Page, so I highly recommend checking it out and considering becoming a patron to gain exclusive episodes form The Swamp!

Oh, final, FINAL plug will be for Last Sons of Krypton - A Superman Podcast. Since I've been away, Connor (my valued co-host) has been keeping the show running and has been getting guests from The Collective and elsewhere to come on and chat Superman...I'd be remiss to not mention the latest offering...Episode 29 - Return of The Phantom King is a cool review on a Halloween-esque issue with Superman. Guesting is Tyler Patrick from The Krypton Report....Worth a geeze!

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November 8, 2018: 1:49 pm:

November 8, 2018: 2:17 pm:<br><br>I have not made regular entries here lately... StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-11-08 14:49:54-0800 - Updated: 2018-11-08 14:49:54-0800

November 8, 2018: 2:17 pm: I have not made regular entries here lately. The threats at my home in the form of attacks from terrorist neighbors and others from farther away has been too great. I am feeling a sense of accomplishment, in the face of terrorist oppression, but there is no help of any kind, from anyone, anywhere. A brief update, as follows: Last Friday, intruders in my home were killed while attacking me, they were representatives from the Josephine County Courthouse and were dressed in ridiculous disguises that won't be believed if I elaborate on the disguises. Shortly after the attack from the Court House representatives, I went shopping for food in Grants Pass. Lindi Baker, Josephine County Circuit Court Judge attacked me in the parking lot at the AM/PM convenience store. She was upset about her friends being killed earlier that day while attacking me INSIDE of my home. Lindi Baker is dead now. Those attacks were on the wake of attack and attempted murder at my home by Josephine County Sheriff Deputy Tracy, who died while trying to kill me, along with an accomplice, who is unknown. On Saturday, more attacks from representatives of the Josephine County Court House terrorist cell. Safari. They brought two African Lions and released them into the neighborhood while I was outside. The lions killed two people at teh Monroe terrorist cell at 434 "MyStreet" immediately after being released from a horse trailer that was pulled by a grey colored late model diesel powered Dodge pick-up truck with duel wheels. The lions killed a third person at Monroe's later on. One of the lions went to 520 "MyStreet" at the Nathan Phillips Vatican terrorist training center where Mr. Phillips trains small children to do terrorist activities and in the ways of the terrorists generally. The lions killed at least one person there, presumably more. I killed both lions when they attacked me. They are dead. Safari has access to all of the lions that they desire, they have a lot of money and resources such as aircraft capable of international travel that can hold and carry African Lions. The Lions are captured in Africa in the wild with the use of Nitrous Oxide airborne gas. With Nitrous Oxide, anything, and anyone, can be captured or taken without harm to the victim or property unless harm is desired by those who carry the gas. African Lions, like Human Beings, simply fall over, and go to sleep after exposure to the Nitrous Oxide. With the addition of the Versed gas, entire Nations are taken with ease, and a large number of terrorist soldiers releasing airborne gas simultaneously. I have been trying to get my car registration tags at the online Oregon DMV renewal site. The terrorists who run the site came to kill me yesterday and the day before. DMV and ODOT employee terrorists were killed in self defense. The DMV in Oregon is monitoring every move I make. They are blocking my access to the renewal stickers online and are insitsing that I physically go to the DMV in Grants Pass to pay for the tags. They want to kill me there, on their turf. There is a underground room beneath the DMV in Grants Pass. No one knows what they do under there. I am guessing that victims are taken there for torture. It's a big underground room, i saw it when the building was being constructed, they could also house a secret call center there for re-routing the phone calls of Americans. That is what is happening in Oregon, no phone calls actually reach the people that are called, instead, the calls are hijacked and impostors take over the phone calls. It's complicated, too complicated to explain. Bottom line is that no phone calls are able to be made from Josephine County Oregon, to places that could stop the killing. The internet has the same problem, it is controlled by Centurylink Internet Service, no messages to authorities or family members are able to reach the people we want to send email to. So I will have to go to the DMV and risk my life there attempting to get my tags for my car soon. They will be upset about the Judge, the Deputy, and their other support people who were killed at my home yesterday and the day before. All of this is true, it happened. No one will help.

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StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-11-08 16:05:58-0800

November 8. 2018: 3:18 pm: I want to elaborate a bit about the Safari truck and trailer that I saw in connection with the release of the African Lions last Saturday in my neighborhood. As stated above, the truck appeared to be a late model Dodge, diesel powered duel wheel truck. The truck was only seen at dusk, which is a time of day that is known to be the time of day that local terrorists prefer to move terrorist equipment, such as the trebuchet that is used to hurl human beings down range up to one-thousand yards. The conditions at dusk are such that lighting is neither day, nor night. Terrorists of the Screen Actor Guild, such as those involved with Safari, and the trebuchet, are aware of the notion that the natural lighting that occurs at dusk only lasts about one half of an hour, people are not accustomed to viewing conditions that are at dusk, as they are for conditions at day time or night time Dusk provides illusive cover naturally, SAG knows this and they use dusk to their advantage whenever they move terrorist apparatus such as a trebujet or a trailer with African Lions in it. So the Gray Dodge, as it appeared at dusk, also was not a four wheel drive truck, it was low. The truck had yellow running lights all over it, which further provides illusive cover for those viewing it. There were five yellow lights on the roof, and at least two other yellow running lights, one on each side and lower than the roof of the truck. The truck was a crew cab truck, very long and low. The trailer was white. A horse trailer, about sixteen feet long, and had at least three, maybe more, long and narrow window vents along the top part of each side of the trailer, about six inches tall by eighteen inches long.I don't remember how many axles the trailer has. I would say that the trailer could hold two horses comfortably, and four horses if used to capacity. I would say that the trailer could hold four African Lions, but six would make them fight among themselves. As the Safari truck and trailer left, it had in it two dead African Lions, there heads severed off, and the Lions fur was dyed in colors that i will explain if interviewed personally. From inside the trailer, I could hear at least one African Lion roaring and growling, so, they still have African Lions ready to release into the neighborhood. I believe that the Lions are kept, perhaps temporally and occasionally, at the Grants Pass Community Church on Russel Road about one quarter mile South of my home. If so, there is likely to be an underground facility there used for a variety of terrorist activities. Underground facilities are very popular for terrorist activities in Grants Pass and Medford Oregon. There are numerous tunnels and chambers throughout the areas here, and, presumably, the underground facilities are also popular in the State Capital, Salem Oregon beneath the Capitol Building. There are tunnels connecting the Three Rivers Medical Center with other terrorist facilities nearby the hospital. Three such places are the Josephine County Fairgrounds where there is an entrance to the tunnels in the median of the Redwood Highway at the cross walk that is in front of the main entrance to the fairgrounds which is accessible to pedestrian terrorists who know how to operate the doorway. Also, there is an underground access at the fairgrounds beneath the large bleachers associated with the horse racing track there. The access is from inside the men's restroom, beneath the bleachers, near the concessions stand, against the wall that the urinals are on. I don;t know how to operate the doorway, and going in there is not advisable. There is another underground facility beneath a place called "JD's Sports Bar". The entrance is behind the bar, on the side of the bar that the pool tables are at. There is a refrigerator behind the bar that displays bottled wine coolers and other, pre-bottled beverages. That refrigerator has a double door, open the first one, and access to the beverages is provided, open the next, deeper door, and to the right, and access to a ladder that goes straight down is provided. That location below JD's Sports Bar is used as a place where human organs are harvested from victims who have been kidnapped. It may also serve as a hospital for injured terrorists. There is an underground facility beneath the Wal-Mart, locals call it "The Hell Hole", it is connected to the Sheriff's office and to the Fred Meyer. Access to the Hell Hole is at the photo department, and there is an outdoor access at the garden department, way in the very back of the outdoor part of the store. There are many others. Why will no one help stop these kinds of conditions that have been happening and in place for decades? It's because the USA places one-hundred percent of the burden of National Security on the State Police of the Nation. Terrorists with poison gas need only take over the State Police of the United States, then, everything else is at their fingertips. Calls to National Security Personnel made by American Citizens, who explain clearly that the State Police have been overtaken and replaced with terrorists... those kinds of calls, are forwarded back to the State Police so that the caller reporting the terrorism can be interviewed for further information. In this way, National Security Personnel have been directing the terrorist assassins, guised as State Police, to the doorstep of the American Citizens who are reporting that the terrorists are the State Police. Our Nations National Security systems have been successfully weaponized against it's own citizens by terrorists of the Screen Actor Guild.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-11-08 16:33:19-0800

November 8. 2018: 4:12 pm: As I am writing about these underground places, there are a number of small, fixed wing aircraft buzzing over my home. They are trying to scare me. They cannot scare me. Underground Places: In around the year 1999, a state-wide infrastructure rehabilitation program was set into motion that included every bridge in the State be torn down, and rebuilt over the course of ten years. A massive undertaking. Ever freeway overpass, every river bridge, every creek bridge, every foot bridge was removed and replaced in the entire state, with a few exceptions for historic bridges, and very few others. In the new bridges and freeway over passes, there are chambers within. Some of the chambers are used for terrorist activities. Many Freeway overpasses have within them fresh water, electricity, fiber-optic internet main cable, sewer plumbing, and they are naturally insulated by virtue of the thick concrete construction. These ingredients with the infrastructure, under the protection and guidance of ODOT and the impostor State Police, compose a secret, and nearly indestructible, fully equipped possibility for headquarter locations that would be illusive to find without some kind of clue as to their existence. This page of information is a clue, it goes back four years, and includes a wealth of information that could be used to stop an estimated ninety percent of all terrorism world-wide if only there were some people who are interested is stopping terrorism. There are no such people. I still will expose the terrorism so that individuals may learn, and protect themselves when their nation refuses to protect them. There is a elaborate structure of freeway system at the Interstate 5 freeway at the Barnett exit area in both directions. There are rooms within those structures there. If agents are hearing information that includes a Dolphin and that information can be associated with a position or location, then the Dolphin is that interchange area. The designation is in reference to the artwork that is inherently  part of those interchange structures. Look at the structures, and there are Dolphins engraved, or in relief style, built right into the overpass freeway exchanges as artwork. There are rooms within those structures there beneath the freeway. This same idea is repeated along the interstate, and at other bridges throughout the state of Oregon that were installed under ODOT, terrorist control of the State between 1999. and 2010 or so.

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Divine Womyn Interview Series with Janae Hurst

The all around creative, Janae Hurst chats with us about current career moves and being adventurous when it comes down to her life and chic style. A galore of photos and more below!

Teh Jai’Lyn:

Describe your craft, your artistry?

Janae Hurst:

I am a photographer and hopefully soon to be fashion Icon in the city or something like that laughs. Teh Jai’Lyn:

Lets get into this bag! (Bag placed on top right of top and middle photo), Your two pieces won for Canal Place fashion award show can you describe the process of it all?

Janae Hurst:

Y’all wont believe this I caught fabric store five minutes before closing on Tuesday and the show case was on later on that week. I interned with Canal Place and in the beginning of the internship we had to pick out of a bowl of different decades, ironically I got the 2000’s. So I decided to base my look off of Katrina,it was almost a given because I was kinda blowed that I got the 2000’s like what else would I base it off? It had to best represent for New Orleans.

Yeah honestly it took more time curating ideas than piecing the look together for me. Curating the ideas and making the description that was my favorite part and it took the longest. Curating the idea took about three months and creating the look took about less than four days. I worked with a designer named Paige her brand is L’Jai Amor and I also worked with an Indian beader (Uncle Zack) he’s from the 7th Ward. Yeah it was crazy how it all came together, Paige and I did a fashion show once before and she called me back to direct a fashion show, which was three weeks before the showcase. My weeks were so jammed pack laughs so I really didn’t have time to focus on Canal Place.

That following Monday I had just started my job at Monty’s and I kept thinking to myself if I don’t get a bag or start on a bag by today…I can x that out. This is Monday the showcase is Friday, soon as I got off work I shot to H&M found a bag THANK GOD and I bought it to Uncle Zack Tuesday and he didn’t start beading until Wednesday. I told Paige about everything and I ended up making it to Jefferson Variety five minutes before closing, I knew exactly what I wanted and I purchased the fabric.

Teh Jai’lyn:

How did you feel once you were awarded?

Janae Hurst:

We were supposed to be there at 5 the program started at 6, I got there at 6:02. I got there late so I’m running off a lot of adrenaline my bag was still getting beaded at 5:30. Everyone that passed me said “Janae come on” but I had seen all my peers stuff and I knew that mine miraculously looked good together. I didn’t expect that at all, to be honest I was just honored to be in the internship I thought it was a blessing. I go to Canal Place all the time and not necessarily to shop but as a kid we would pass through Canal Place, you know window shopping. So you know to be apart of a program and then to win, and win twice it was super cool. It was a blessing.

Teh Jai’lyn: As far as you creating your own brand, having a degree in marketing, making a name for yourself do you want to recreate yourself in a sense thats different from everyone else?

Janae Hurst: I think recreating yourself is Important and necessary, not all the time but every few years sometimes you have to recreate yourself and your brand to continue to have your audience engaged to you and what you’re doing.

Teh Jai’lyn:

What does feminism mean to you?

Janae Hurst:

It means being God Like because if God was any Gender he would be a woman, not a man. Feminism is being gentle when we don’t want to, loving when we don’t want to, you know when it’s hard….its somethings you can’t help as a woman that we try to sometimes avoid but its really beautiful elements and aspects that makes us who we are. Feminism is being a proud woman.

Nyjell Moses:

As far as womyn creatives or any woman in any industry that allows them to express themselves… do you feel like their is going to be a major shift in how women are viewed and are portrayed?

Janae Hurst:

Most definitely theirs going to be a shift, well the shift is happening, umm the shift is full blown right now and its scary to some people. Its scaring people. We in America are pretty blessed to express feminism in the broadest of ways because in other countries they can’t. Its coming and when it does happen worldwide its going to cause so much cautious and things because were in a world thats patriotic and it shouldn’t be and at one point it wasn’t you gotta do your research, but its happening again and it will make the world a better place because women should be in charged for sure laughs.

Nyjell Moses: What is your creative process and how are you able to experiment with everything that you do, being versatile?

Janae Hurst:

My creative process i think it begins like everyone else’s, which is an idea. Umm, I like to explore a lot and you’ll probably see that on my stories and stuff even on and off the camera like I’m always exploring my life is super fun. Sometimes I have so much more fun off the camera I really need to buy a GoPro, its so ridiculous. Just being adventurous and always being open minded to things that inspire you laughs.

Teh Jai’lyn:

How would you describe your personal style and how you show it in your work?

Janae Hurst:

I just wrote down three adjectives for my personal style, minimal, classic and statement making. It’s hard because, with my style or even with my style with shooting or even just putting things out there, believe it or not I’m very reserved sometimes with my work or even just what I do and go sometimes you’ll even see me disappear from social media.

I believe its super important to be timeless. I know my style and my style has a great deal combining where I’m from and the current audience that I have is timelessness. I know where I’m from has a lot to do with my style, so its like a huge impact even with just being a little flavorful. We from New Orleans, its just in us we can’t help it and flavor is always timeless. Just Catering to the audience, I have a degree in marketing so sometimes you understand the metrics peoples understanding and how things work.

Janae Hurst:

Umm…. I don’t really know how to answer that, People gravitate towards me people really do I’m not going to lie I am more reserved than some people think.

Teh Jai’lyn:

Do you feel as though when people post on social media do they grasps for opinions or attention as far as our generation do you think that they go to social media to gain reassurance from others?

Janae Hurst:

Both. Reassurance and they go for attention, and thats all of us like I would not front, and that is why people continuously use social media to gain followers because when you see a little red dot or whatever comes up you get INSTANT gratification and it feels good you know so, people definitely use social media for attention and some more than others and as we know and things like that.

Teh Jai’lyn:

Do you believe that the industry bites off of our cities culture? And do you think as a city full of art and unique culture we don’t get the recognition we deserve that we’ve put into Pop Culture?

Janae Hurst:

Yeaaaahhh, the industry does. Ugh its makes me cringe even when hearing Chance over a bounce beat like you know what I’m saying, things like that. We definitely influence people Golds and it don’t be no grills this sht*s permanent like that sh*t makes the culture go into flames its really fire. The impact that we can have on people and we don’t realize the sh*t, we really don’t, well some people really don’t.

Nyjell Moses:

What womyn inspire you and why?

Janae Hurst:

Women who inspire me 2X…. My aunt, auntie Ta “Sunshine”, she’s probably the reason I’m a little more girly than I was. I grew up with a lot of guys so thats kind of hard to break through, she use to give me her old polish, makeup and hand downs and you know I learned how to do all those things like that. Ashley Longshore, she’s a artists here in New Orleans and she has a gallery here on magazine st. CRAZY style like crazy anytime I ever seen Gucci platforms she’s the first person I think of because she was the first person I saw with Gucci platforms on. I love Lady Gaga laughs. Lady Gaga is like y’all, R.E.B.E.L. like US R.E.B.E.L.’S. Well she’s always been herself and never gave a sh*t and never will and I hope she never don’t.

Teh Jai’lyn:

What is your favorite thing about being a woman?

Janae Hurst:

Ouu I feel like I think about this often, my favorite thing about being a woman especially about being a black woman is just the sassiness. Having the world as your runway I think thats so much fun. Another favorite thing about being a woman I feel like beauty is so unlimited. Everyone theres something thats added on my monthly things to do but I LOVE IT. Beauty is truly unlimited being a woman it continues to add on.

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Find Rooms For Rent In Singapore – Tampines, Pasir Ris, And Other Eastern Estates

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With the app, you’ll also hear from landlords who want you as their tenant, which makes finding a home twice as easy and twice as fast!

Here are some of the active rental listings available for September 2018.

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To learn more, call TRUrental at 65918842. You could be scheduling viewing appointments as soon as today.

Renting in Tampines, Simei and Pasir Ris: Everything You Need To Know

There are many advantages to having a property on rent in Singapore’s eastern region. For one, it means quick and easy access to Changi International Airport, which is an absolute bonus if your job requires frequent travel. (Besides, the number one airport in the world also boasts four terminals that are chock-full of family-friendly amenities, activities and eateries.)

Secondly, you’ll find that some of the best local parks and beaches are located in the east, including Changi Beach Park and East Coast Park. And finally, life-long ‘easties’ will argue that the sun shines just a little brighter on their side of the island (a claim that’s not actually backed by proper scientific evidence).

By the time we are done, you will have the information you need to decide if you are an “east-sider”!

Basic Figures

Tampines        Area: 20.89 sq km       Population: 258,310 (2015)

Simei               Area: 2.78 sq km         Population: 42, 710 (2015)

Pasir Ris          Area: 15.02 sq km       Population: 139,810 (2015)

Got A Job In The East? Great!

Known as the commercial hub of the east, the Tampines Regional Centre is home to insurance giant AIA, major banks such as UOB and OCBC, and the Central Provident Fund (CPF). I don’t know anyone who likes a long commute, so if your place of work happens to be located in and around the regional centre, that may be reason enough to make Tampines your home base – you could be walking to work or just be a short bus ride away. (Simei and Pasir Ris would just be one and two train stations away, respectively.)

Also located in the area is the Changi Business Park (also known as the CBD of the east), a technology, IT and financial services centre. It houses major banks – Citi Group, DBS, Credit Suisse, Standard Chartered, to name a few – and other major companies including Cisco Systems, Infosys, Huawei, Honeywell, Wipro – the list goes on. The Singapore University of Technology and Design (SUTD) and the Singapore Expo are also situated in the area. If you’re working in any one of these organisations, know that the business centre is serviced by the Expo MRT station, which means a quick train ride to and from any of the three estates.

The estates are also extremely well-connected to the rest of the island. The Tampines bus interchange and MRT station (East-West Line and Downtown Line) – both located in the heart of the Tampines Regional Centre, makes travel to the Central Business District (CBD) – and to the rest of the country – uber convenient. (too early?)

For drivers and “Grab-ers”, the entrances/exits to major expressways like the Pan Island Expressway (PIE), Tampines Expressway (TPE) and East Coast Parkway (ECP) are just minutes away from these two major centres.

And if your day-job is an international man/woman of mystery, just note that the by-road commute is only mere minutes from your departure gate.

MATURE ESTATE NICETIES

Are you a homebody? Do you fantasize about pan roasted meals, fresh home cooked pasta, and ice cream binging? No less than 6 supermarkets (yes, more than the fingers on your right hand) are at your grocery run’s disposal.

At the Tampines Regional Centre alone are three supermarkets, each located within the following malls – Tampines Mall, Tampines 1 and Century Square. Next to the Simei MRT station is EastPoint Mall, which has a FairPrice supermarket taking up the entire fifth floor.

In Pasir Ris, White Sands Shopping Centre (located right by the Pasir Ris MRT station) also has an NTUC FairPrice in its basement. As if that isn’t enough, there’s always the Giant Hypermarket located at 1 Tampines North Drive 2 (right across from an IKEA and a Courts Megastore, in case you need to do some furniture shopping).

As you get to know your area, you’ll find more minimarts and smaller supermarkets peppered around the residential areas within each of the estates, many of them located at the void decks or ground floors of HDB flats and private condominiums – you’ll never have to worry about running out of milk.

The area is also well supported by medical services. If you’re feeling under the weather, you won’t have to travel far to see a doctor. The Singapore Doctors Directory online lists at least 37 clinics in Tampines alone (6 in Simei, and another 12 in Pasir Ris). Along with SingHealth, these are useful resources if you need to locate a 24-hour clinic, check where your nearest hospital is at, find a paediatrician, and so on.

In a medical emergency, there are two hospitals (open 24-hours) to save your life: Changi General Hospital at 2 Simei Street 3, Singapore 529889, and St Andrew’s Community Hospital at 8 Simei Street 3, Singapore 529895.

ESSENTIAL SERVICES

Locksmith/Key Duplication

So you’ve just rented your apartment and need to make an extra set of keys. Mister Minit is a reliable key-duplication chain store to go to and there just happens to be one located at EastPoint Mall (B1-K1). But what if you’ve misplaced your keys or are locked out of your rental? Well,  Hoe Siong LockSmith(Blk 406 Tampines Street 41, #01-13, Singapore 520406) can not only duplicate your keys, they also happen to be (well-reviewed) locksmiths that have been in the business for 25 years and is one of the best 3 in the business!

Singapore Post Offices

Pay your utility bills and send your letters at any one of these locations:

1 Tampines Central 5, #01-03 CPF Tampines Building, 529508

350 Bedok Rd, Singapore 469538

White Sands, 1 Pasir Ris Central Street 3, #05-01, Singapore 518457

Laundromats

If your rental doesn’t come with a washing machine, or if said machine is eaten by the Cthulhu, here are some 24-hour anti-monster laundry solutions:

Wonder Wash (24 hours): 527D Pasir Ris Street 51, #01-02, Singapore 514527

Dobi Ekspress (24 hours):  445 Pasir Ris Drive 6 #01-100, Singapore 510445

Bubble Wash Simei (24 hours):  17 Simei St 4, #01-58, Singapore 529881

Wash2Dry (24 hours): 201E Tampines Street 23, #01-122, Singapore 527201

The Laundry Room (24 hours): 164 Tampines St 12, #01-297, Singapore 521164

FEAST IN THE EAST!

Seriously, food is everywhere. In Singapore, you cannot walk one kilometre without running into an eatery or food kiosk of some sort – eating is unabashedly the nation’s favourite past-time and this region has an equal share of delicious food finds. We’re simply highlighting some of the places where locals have given the thumbs up.

1.     Ministry of Rojak

White Sands Shopping Centre, 1 Pasir Ris Central St 3, #01-30, S(518457).

Known for their Indian Rojak Fondue, the stall also offers local favourites such as tulang, mutton chop and bee hoon goreng. Wash it all down with a hot Teh Tarik or an ice-cold milo dinosaur.

Mellben Seafood Palace

440 Pasir Ris Drive 4, #01-13, S(510440).

This coffeeshop is famous for their pepper crab and crab bee hoon dishes. If you love seafood, it’s worth a visit.

Humble Burger

Pasir Ris Hawker Centre, 110 Pasir Ris Central, #02-22, S(519641).

For an interesting take on the traditional burger, head down to this hawker stall to try their Chicken Rice Burger (with buns made from chicken rice) or Sio Bak Burger. Or you could just indulge in the classics (with a side of twister fries) – their fish and beef burgers are really good.

Comida Fiesta

Singapore Expo Hall 4, 1 Expo Drive, #01-41, S(486150).

The restaurant serves up Filipino-Spanish fusion cuisine with dishes like Kare Kare, Sinigang, Sizzling Sisig, and Seafood Paella.

The Flourist

824 Tampines Street 81, #01-36, Singapore 520824

Here’s a cozy café where you can choose from a sweet selection of gelato flavours such as Matcha and Horlicks, and pair them with a plain waffle, or something more adventurous like charcoal mochi.

GET OUT OF YOUR HOME TODAY

Whether you choose to rent in Tampines, Simei or Pasir Ris, you’ll be pleasantly surprised by how much there is to do in the area.

If your idea of recreation is picking up a great book, you’ll probably never want to leave the massive five-storey Tampines Regional Library. It spans over 10,900 m2 and has over 400,000 books. The library has designed several reading areas that cater to the different age groups.

Flip through a magazine while overlooking a football field or hop on the one exercise bike that’s fitted with a reading desk – after you’ve worked up an appetite, why not take out one of the many recipe books available for loan so you can whip up a lovely meal. (Incidentally, the library also has a culinary studio where cooking classes are periodically run. Just saying.)

There’s another library at White Sands in Pasir Ris, albeit on a smaller scale (1,986 m2 and housing 125,000 books).

If retail therapy is your idea of a good time, there are five malls to drain your bank account: Tampines Mall, Century Square, Tampines 1 (Tampines); EastPoint Mall (Simei); and White Sands (Pasir Ris).

Catch the latest blockbuster at any one of the four movie theatres located at Tampines Mall, Our Tampines Hub, Century Square, and Downtown East.

Dreaming of that beach bod? No more excuses!

The sprawling Tampines Hub, houses swimming pools, jogging tracks, a professional football pitch, rock-climbing walls, a 30-lane bowling alley, an 836 m2 gymnasium, and so on. Alternatively, slap on some sunblock and go for a run or a bike-ride on the Tampines Park connector, a respectable 7 km stretch of largely car-free pathways that connects the three estates, and takes you from Bedok Reservoir Park to Pasir Ris Park. And as you explore the neighbourhoods, you’ll discover that the various estates are peppered with smaller parks, and outdoor playgrounds and gyms (and they’re free to use). With such easy access to everything, there’s no excuse not to get your workout on.

For something a little less manicured, take a leisurely cycle to the Tampines Quarry Park, a small body of water frequented by locals in the know. On weekends, drone-flyers and anglers looking for their elusive catches are a familiar sight, as are cyclists and picnickers.

Pasir Ris Park is another great outdoor space that’s perfect for a day out with friends and family. Not only is the park a safe and scenic environment for cycling and inline skating, kids can also go on pony rides and enjoy the park’s adventure playground. When you’re hungry after all that activity, you could have a packed picnic lunch or rent a barbecue pit (or enjoy a meal at the nearby food outlets). But this isn’t any run-of-the-mill park. There’s also a six-hectare mangrove forest that you’re welcome to explore, as well as a butterfly garden and a birdwatching tower. You could even pitch a tent and camp under the stars in one of the designated camping sites – a pleasant respite from the concrete jungle.

Downtown East in Pasir Ris is a great way to spend the weekend afternoon in a game of laser tag or get some watersports fun at Wild Wild Wet, Singapore’s largest water park.

The integrated accomodations at D’Resort can give you and your family overnight fun at all of Downtown East’s offering too!

These three estates are exceedingly self-sufficient; not only would you have easy access to all your daily needs, there’s also plenty of fun to be had. You may be hard-pressed to think of reasons not to lease in the east!

READY TO RENT? CHECK TRUUUE OUT!

Download the Truuue Tenant app and let landlords find you today. It’s the easiest way find a room or apartment on rent in Singapore. For landlords, list your unit for free on Truuue Landlord today!

Plus, you can use our super easy-to-use app to coordinate your rental unit viewings, for free! And if you need to speak to a real person, simply call our hotline at 6591 8842 to access our Concierge services!

Rent happy with Truuue!

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Find Rooms For Rent In Singapore – Tampines, Pasir Ris, And Other Eastern Estates

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With the app, you’ll also hear from landlords who want you as their tenant, which makes finding a home twice as easy and twice as fast!

Here are some of the active rental listings available for September 2018.

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Renting in Tampines, Simei and Pasir Ris: Everything You Need To Know

There are many advantages to having a property on rent in Singapore’s eastern region. For one, it means quick and easy access to Changi International Airport, which is an absolute bonus if your job requires frequent travel. (Besides, the number one airport in the world also boasts four terminals that are chock-full of family-friendly amenities, activities and eateries.)

Secondly, you’ll find that some of the best local parks and beaches are located in the east, including Changi Beach Park and East Coast Park. And finally, life-long ‘easties’ will argue that the sun shines just a little brighter on their side of the island (a claim that’s not actually backed by proper scientific evidence).

By the time we are done, you will have the information you need to decide if you are an “east-sider”!

Basic Figures

Tampines        Area: 20.89 sq km       Population: 258,310 (2015)

Simei               Area: 2.78 sq km         Population: 42, 710 (2015)

Pasir Ris          Area: 15.02 sq km       Population: 139,810 (2015)

Got A Job In The East? Great!

Known as the commercial hub of the east, the Tampines Regional Centre is home to insurance giant AIA, major banks such as UOB and OCBC, and the Central Provident Fund (CPF). I don’t know anyone who likes a long commute, so if your place of work happens to be located in and around the regional centre, that may be reason enough to make Tampines your home base – you could be walking to work or just be a short bus ride away. (Simei and Pasir Ris would just be one and two train stations away, respectively.)

Also located in the area is the Changi Business Park (also known as the CBD of the east), a technology, IT and financial services centre. It houses major banks – Citi Group, DBS, Credit Suisse, Standard Chartered, to name a few – and other major companies including Cisco Systems, Infosys, Huawei, Honeywell, Wipro – the list goes on. The Singapore University of Technology and Design (SUTD) and the Singapore Expo are also situated in the area. If you’re working in any one of these organisations, know that the business centre is serviced by the Expo MRT station, which means a quick train ride to and from any of the three estates.

The estates are also extremely well-connected to the rest of the island. The Tampines bus interchange and MRT station (East-West Line and Downtown Line) – both located in the heart of the Tampines Regional Centre, makes travel to the Central Business District (CBD) – and to the rest of the country – uber convenient. (too early?)

For drivers and “Grab-ers”, the entrances/exits to major expressways like the Pan Island Expressway (PIE), Tampines Expressway (TPE) and East Coast Parkway (ECP) are just minutes away from these two major centres.

And if your day-job is an international man/woman of mystery, just note that the by-road commute is only mere minutes from your departure gate.

MATURE ESTATE NICETIES

Are you a homebody? Do you fantasize about pan roasted meals, fresh home cooked pasta, and ice cream binging? No less than 6 supermarkets (yes, more than the fingers on your right hand) are at your grocery run’s disposal.

At the Tampines Regional Centre alone are three supermarkets, each located within the following malls – Tampines Mall, Tampines 1 and Century Square. Next to the Simei MRT station is EastPoint Mall, which has a FairPrice supermarket taking up the entire fifth floor.

In Pasir Ris, White Sands Shopping Centre (located right by the Pasir Ris MRT station) also has an NTUC FairPrice in its basement. As if that isn’t enough, there’s always the Giant Hypermarket located at 1 Tampines North Drive 2 (right across from an IKEA and a Courts Megastore, in case you need to do some furniture shopping).

As you get to know your area, you’ll find more minimarts and smaller supermarkets peppered around the residential areas within each of the estates, many of them located at the void decks or ground floors of HDB flats and private condominiums – you’ll never have to worry about running out of milk.

The area is also well supported by medical services. If you’re feeling under the weather, you won’t have to travel far to see a doctor. The Singapore Doctors Directory online lists at least 37 clinics in Tampines alone (6 in Simei, and another 12 in Pasir Ris). Along with SingHealth, these are useful resources if you need to locate a 24-hour clinic, check where your nearest hospital is at, find a paediatrician, and so on.

In a medical emergency, there are two hospitals (open 24-hours) to save your life: Changi General Hospital at 2 Simei Street 3, Singapore 529889, and St Andrew’s Community Hospital at 8 Simei Street 3, Singapore 529895.

ESSENTIAL SERVICES

Locksmith/Key Duplication

So you’ve just rented your apartment and need to make an extra set of keys. Mister Minit is a reliable key-duplication chain store to go to and there just happens to be one located at EastPoint Mall (B1-K1). But what if you’ve misplaced your keys or are locked out of your rental? Well,  Hoe Siong LockSmith(Blk 406 Tampines Street 41, #01-13, Singapore 520406) can not only duplicate your keys, they also happen to be (well-reviewed) locksmiths that have been in the business for 25 years and is one of the best 3 in the business!

Singapore Post Offices

Pay your utility bills and send your letters at any one of these locations:

1 Tampines Central 5, #01-03 CPF Tampines Building, 529508

350 Bedok Rd, Singapore 469538

White Sands, 1 Pasir Ris Central Street 3, #05-01, Singapore 518457

Laundromats

If your rental doesn’t come with a washing machine, or if said machine is eaten by the Cthulhu, here are some 24-hour anti-monster laundry solutions:

Wonder Wash (24 hours): 527D Pasir Ris Street 51, #01-02, Singapore 514527

Dobi Ekspress (24 hours):  445 Pasir Ris Drive 6 #01-100, Singapore 510445

Bubble Wash Simei (24 hours):  17 Simei St 4, #01-58, Singapore 529881

Wash2Dry (24 hours): 201E Tampines Street 23, #01-122, Singapore 527201

The Laundry Room (24 hours): 164 Tampines St 12, #01-297, Singapore 521164

FEAST IN THE EAST!

Seriously, food is everywhere. In Singapore, you cannot walk one kilometre without running into an eatery or food kiosk of some sort – eating is unabashedly the nation’s favourite past-time and this region has an equal share of delicious food finds. We’re simply highlighting some of the places where locals have given the thumbs up.

1.     Ministry of Rojak

White Sands Shopping Centre, 1 Pasir Ris Central St 3, #01-30, S(518457).

Known for their Indian Rojak Fondue, the stall also offers local favourites such as tulang, mutton chop and bee hoon goreng. Wash it all down with a hot Teh Tarik or an ice-cold milo dinosaur.

Mellben Seafood Palace

440 Pasir Ris Drive 4, #01-13, S(510440).

This coffeeshop is famous for their pepper crab and crab bee hoon dishes. If you love seafood, it’s worth a visit.

Humble Burger

Pasir Ris Hawker Centre, 110 Pasir Ris Central, #02-22, S(519641).

For an interesting take on the traditional burger, head down to this hawker stall to try their Chicken Rice Burger (with buns made from chicken rice) or Sio Bak Burger. Or you could just indulge in the classics (with a side of twister fries) – their fish and beef burgers are really good.

Comida Fiesta

Singapore Expo Hall 4, 1 Expo Drive, #01-41, S(486150).

The restaurant serves up Filipino-Spanish fusion cuisine with dishes like Kare Kare, Sinigang, Sizzling Sisig, and Seafood Paella.

The Flourist

824 Tampines Street 81, #01-36, Singapore 520824

Here’s a cozy café where you can choose from a sweet selection of gelato flavours such as Matcha and Horlicks, and pair them with a plain waffle, or something more adventurous like charcoal mochi.

GET OUT OF YOUR HOME TODAY

Whether you choose to rent in Tampines, Simei or Pasir Ris, you’ll be pleasantly surprised by how much there is to do in the area.

If your idea of recreation is picking up a great book, you’ll probably never want to leave the massive five-storey Tampines Regional Library. It spans over 10,900 m2 and has over 400,000 books. The library has designed several reading areas that cater to the different age groups.

Flip through a magazine while overlooking a football field or hop on the one exercise bike that’s fitted with a reading desk – after you’ve worked up an appetite, why not take out one of the many recipe books available for loan so you can whip up a lovely meal. (Incidentally, the library also has a culinary studio where cooking classes are periodically run. Just saying.)

There’s another library at White Sands in Pasir Ris, albeit on a smaller scale (1,986 m2 and housing 125,000 books).

If retail therapy is your idea of a good time, there are five malls to drain your bank account: Tampines Mall, Century Square, Tampines 1 (Tampines); EastPoint Mall (Simei); and White Sands (Pasir Ris).

Catch the latest blockbuster at any one of the four movie theatres located at Tampines Mall, Our Tampines Hub, Century Square, and Downtown East.

Dreaming of that beach bod? No more excuses!

The sprawling Tampines Hub, houses swimming pools, jogging tracks, a professional football pitch, rock-climbing walls, a 30-lane bowling alley, an 836 m2 gymnasium, and so on. Alternatively, slap on some sunblock and go for a run or a bike-ride on the Tampines Park connector, a respectable 7 km stretch of largely car-free pathways that connects the three estates, and takes you from Bedok Reservoir Park to Pasir Ris Park. And as you explore the neighbourhoods, you’ll discover that the various estates are peppered with smaller parks, and outdoor playgrounds and gyms (and they’re free to use). With such easy access to everything, there’s no excuse not to get your workout on.

For something a little less manicured, take a leisurely cycle to the Tampines Quarry Park, a small body of water frequented by locals in the know. On weekends, drone-flyers and anglers looking for their elusive catches are a familiar sight, as are cyclists and picnickers.

Pasir Ris Park is another great outdoor space that’s perfect for a day out with friends and family. Not only is the park a safe and scenic environment for cycling and inline skating, kids can also go on pony rides and enjoy the park’s adventure playground. When you’re hungry after all that activity, you could have a packed picnic lunch or rent a barbecue pit (or enjoy a meal at the nearby food outlets). But this isn’t any run-of-the-mill park. There’s also a six-hectare mangrove forest that you’re welcome to explore, as well as a butterfly garden and a birdwatching tower. You could even pitch a tent and camp under the stars in one of the designated camping sites – a pleasant respite from the concrete jungle.

Downtown East in Pasir Ris is a great way to spend the weekend afternoon in a game of laser tag or get some watersports fun at Wild Wild Wet, Singapore’s largest water park.

The integrated accomodations at D’Resort can give you and your family overnight fun at all of Downtown East’s offering too!

These three estates are exceedingly self-sufficient; not only would you have easy access to all your daily needs, there’s also plenty of fun to be had. You may be hard-pressed to think of reasons not to lease in the east!

READY TO RENT? CHECK TRUUUE OUT!

Download the Truuue Tenant app and let landlords find you today. It’s the easiest way find a room or apartment on rent in Singapore. For landlords, list your unit for free on Truuue Landlord today!

Plus, you can use our super easy-to-use app to coordinate your rental unit viewings, for free! And if you need to speak to a real person, simply call our hotline at 6591 8842 to access our Concierge services!

Rent happy with Truuue!

Original Content available at https://blog.truuue.com