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R U Mine? - Heart Shaped Series

Chapter Summary: A game of cat and mouse begins between an Avenger and a criminal. But perhaps there are no winners, as they both fall.

Warnings: mentions of typical canon violence, hints of abusive past and unhealthy work dynamics, some superhero routine lore, more shapeshifter power mentions, mutual pining, forbidden relationship, some teasing, (first) kiss and then a lot of kisses and steamy make out, some fluff and comedy. | Words: 6.965K

A/N-> How many references to Killing Eve can one put in a story. And also, references to the Witch's Road comics. This here is the extra chapter about their first kiss, enjoy reading.

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-&-

Before.

"I know what you're doing."

Three weeks prior, Natasha's sentence would have made her jump with fright. Perhaps she would have tried to hide all those files and lie and lie again, until she could convince herself the whole thing was about the job.

But today? Wanda was tired. She had spent the last few hours stumbling into dead ends, no progress on whatever she was trying to do with all that vague information Shield had on you.

So she lifted her face to the redhead who appeared in her room late at night, two cups of coffee in hand, and chuckled weakly at the statement. It was obvious that the drink was an invitation - perhaps even a sign of 'hey, I'm not trying to start a fight. I want to help,' and Wanda accepted without hesitation.

"It's not like I'm doing a good job of keeping it a secret." She retorts to Nat, who smiles before taking the empty space on the bed. Practically all the Shield files - now labeled Avengers - about you are scattered on the mattress. It's a mess, and to Nat, it makes sense that Wanda hasn't made much progress.

"To be fair, for a first-time Investigation, I think you're doing all right." Says the widow after a sip of her coffee. "You covered your tracks and even used an official justification for researching her. Your mistake was involving Vision."

Wanda sighs. "Let me guess, he talks under pressure?"

Nat chuckles, nodding. Wanda rubs a tension point on her forehead. Taking advantage of this, Natasha gestures to one of the files. "I'm not going to tell you what you can and can't do, Maximoff. But this doesn't seem very healthy."

Wanda gives a sad smile, and Nat expects her to defend herself. But instead, the smaller girl sighs. "I know." She murmurs sincerely, forcing a faint smile at the widow. "But I need this, Nat. It's the first time in months that I've managed to think about anything other than Pietro. And I know it doesn't look healthy, but it's all I've got. I'm an Avenger now. Maybe it's just time to get to work, and arrest villains or something."

Natasha frowned at her, absorbing the confession for a moment before rebutting: "Is that what you want to do with Y/N, though? Lock her up?"

Wanda swallows dryly, looking down. "Of course, Nat."

"You're a terrible liar."

The brunette sighs. "I mean it!"

"And I don't believe you." Nat insists in a good mood despite everything. "Look at all this, Wanda. You've been at it for days. Studying her. Did you even remember to eat anything in the last few hours?" Wanda snorts, gesturing to the breakfast leftovers on the dresser in the corner of the room which makes Natasha let out an incredulous laugh. "Wow, a nutritious example you are."

The witch tosses her hair back. "If you've come here to try to babysit me, please leave."

Natasha rolled her eyes and ignored the other woman's stubbornness. She put her coffee down between her crossed legs and started organizing the files.

"You're naturally perceptive and clever, Maximoff. But you lack experience and practice. You need to put together a timeline and find the gaps." The widow began, and masterfully, all the security camera photos, reports from shield agents, and unexplained crimes related to thieves with no identifiable faces began to connect and make sense. "But I must warn you, I did all this years ago. When I started at Shield, your little friend was already some sort of the goose that laid the golden eggs, or stole the gold for the saying to work."

"She's not my friend." Wanda murmured, her gaze fixed on the files so Natasha wouldn't see her blush. The widow ignored the comment and continued talking.

"My point is that I didn't get very far." Nat says with a sigh. "To be honest, it was an insult to my ego. She was just a kid back there. And she managed to flee much more experienced agents. She had endless, untraceable disguises. She doesn't need to impersonate, you know? She can create faces. It makes her almost impossible to monitor. When we met for the first time, it was she who found me." Nat says, swallowing dryly at her own memories. Wanda's eyes widen softly, listening carefully. "I never told this to anyone, but when Clint first met me, he told me that he felt something. As if he knew I wanted to escape. And when I saw Y/N, I had the same feeling."

"What did you do?" Wanda asked and Nat sighed.

"I couldn't do what Clitn did for me, Wanda, I'm sorry." Said the widow sincerely. "She attacked first. And I had to defend myself. It wasn't just protocol, it was all I'd learned to do."

Wanda frowns. "Why are you telling me all this, Nat?"

The redhead sighs. "Because it's important. It means that she doesn't trust easily, and attacks when she feels threatened. She reminds me of both of us, to be honest." Nat comments, getting a small smile from the witch. "Besides, I want you to be really careful if you do dig into this."

"I will."

"I'm serious, Wanda." Insists the redhead. "Careful not to miss a gun hidden in her dress." She remembers the last official report Wanda made, regarding her first mission, the night she simply couldn't stop thinking about, especially after your secret vision to the compound, and the witch swallows dryly. Nat doesn't mind her hesitation. "Careful in a way that you'll use your powers if necessary."

Without looking the widow in the eye, Wanda retorts between her teeth: "I get it, Nat."

"You're not going to carry this on until you look me in the eye, Maximoff. And swear it."

Wanda's stubbornness falters, and she returns her attention to the widow, looking at her seriously. Nat gives her a small smile as she adds, "It's not just Clint who cares about your safety. We all do. I'm not going to allow you to throw yourself headlong into something dangerous just to escape your grief, Wanda. Swear that you'll be very careful, and you'll walk away if it gets too dangerous."

Wanda is surprised by the tenderness, and a little embarrassed. It takes a moment but she finally nods. "I swear." She says before adding. "I want to help Y/N. Like Clint helped you. Not lock her up, like I said before."

Natasha chuckles. "I know, kid. I know."

With the Black Widow’s blessing, she kept digging those files. And Nat didn't lie, you're untraceable. Every time you meet, it's clear that you've let yourself be found. Even with handcuffs on your wrist, you keep smiling as if it was all part of the plan. Judging by the way you always escape from prisons, later going public that some confidential information for the police was stolen, this is easily confirmed.

The Avengers are getting used to the strange persecution, very much because each of them has their secrets. And just like his protégé, Steve Rogers had side missions to pursue Bucky. It would be hypocritical of him to hold anything against Wanda for being after you.

And Wanda couldn't stop. Even after hundreds of dead ends and ridiculous escapes. She had to meet you, and have less than five minutes in your presence with another twelve agents and the whole Avengers present every fortnight when they manage to track you only for you to escape again. She didn't know why, but she had the impression that you looked forward to these moments as much as she did.

Like a little private game of mouse and cat, only you and her were part of.

-&-

There are a hundred things to do in the Capital of Crime.

The most complete list of gambling games imaginable, right down to a mural of targets to be captured.

All these things are at your disposal, and all you can think about is the new addition to the Avengers team.

Wanda Maximoff was born in the country that fell from the sky around the same time that Baron Strucker was playing Pinky and the Brain with your cells in a secret laboratory of the now-destroyed Hydra. A Stark bomb made her an orphan, and after bouncing from orphanage to orphanage, often expelled for getting into trouble with her twin brother, Wanda embarked on protest groups in search of civil rights until she was finally recruited into a human experimentation program that turned her into an enhanced version of herself. She was the only reason for the first time in your life that you wished you hadn't split with Strucker so soon - If you'd still been his puppy instead of the clients he got, you would have met her. You may have become friends.

"She's doing it again." Xu Xialing whispered to Layla, the two engaged in a game of Beat the Hero - a competition of colored cards that contained electronic figures detailing the abilities of real-life superheroes. It was, in a way, training for possible battles in real life, where they learned about their enemies by playing. The two of them were sitting in opposite armchairs, while you were practically lying on the sofa, drinking with a lost look on your face. According to them, fantasizing for the tenth time in a row about the Avenger you met in Italia weeks ago.

Layla giggled when she saw your expression before turning her face to Xu Xialing again. "You know, they say Maximoff has psychic powers. Maybe Y/N is under a spell."

"A love spell, that is." Mocks the Chinese woman, getting a laugh from the other.

You only came out of your trance of thoughts about Wanda with the bell from the private room you were in. Your face changed before the curtain opened, and Xu Xialing was the first to look at the security guard entering, somewhat annoyed at having her private time playing games with friends interrupted.

"Forgive me for intruding, madam. The Countess is here and requests the Sage to join her." The man said, and Xialing nodded in understanding. She turned to you, but there was no need. With a soft leap from the sofa, you got to your feet and took one of Layla's cards from her pile - you threw it on the board and helped her win the game, taking the opportunity to leave the room while the two of them discussed whether the assisted victory had been fair or not.

The Golden Daggers Club was as packed and vibrant as ever. The next round of betting for the fights was due to start soon, and there were a lot of people shouting their bets to the judges, and joining the fight cages, so you had to make some effort to follow the venue's security guard into the special area of the place - where federal agents were given even more privacy to be around.

Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine was waiting for you alone, but behind a door with six security guards guarding her. Each of them gave you a look of contempt, but you walked past them without any reaction until you were with Valentina in a room with no windows, every inch of which was covered in priceless works of art, many of them stolen throughout history, which you and Layla recovered together in the service of the Ten Rings.

"You wanted to see me, Countess?" was your greeting, softly snarky. You weren't in the best of moods, especially since Valentina had interrupted your rest.

The woman gave you a false smile from the armchair where she was sitting waiting for you. A closed file and a glass of wine lay on the corner table.

"Oh, what a surprise, after your last defeat, I thought you'd given up on Sage." She comments with a certain venom on your disguise, the same one you wore two weeks ago when you went on what she called a streak of bad luck in the Club's fighting competitions, but which Xu Xialing called a distracted lovesick puppy. You try to disguise your clumsiness by clearing your throat.

Checking that the door is closed, you return to your real appearance and Valentina gives you a small but genuine smile.

"What do you want?" you insist, and in response, she pats the file resting on the table. You sigh. "What's this?"

"Last month has been very busy, but I've finally had time to review some of your late missions reports." She begins and you hide your nervousness, knowing full well where this conversation could end. "I apologize for taking so long to check them, darling. I hope you don’t think I’m jeopardizing your learning progress."

"Stop stalling, Valentina, just tell me what the problem is." You retort grumpily but she chuckles, her fingers tracing the paper before she grabs the file.

“Normally, I trust your experience, but I've heard that you've been particularly... antsy in your last few operations. Of course, you've successfully made it out of all of them, after all, we're having this conversation, but for a master of disguise, the increased number of encounters with the Avengers attracted my curiosity. I thought I'd take a closer look at your original encounters with them, and found an interesting passage in your report on Italy two months ago."

The page is already marked and in the next moment, she begins to read;

"My exit was interrupted by the presence of a new Avenger. A woman, perhaps the same age as me. The new, improved one from Sokovia. Average height, brown hair. Green eyes. Intense. Hypnotizing."

You swallow dryly, looking down at your feet. You're grateful to have control over your own body, or Valentina would be able to watch your cheeks blush.

She continues reading. "We faced each other briefly. The girl doesn't have complete control of her abilities, it was a quick fight. I immobilized her and departed in the getaway vehicle. No disguise was compromised, no other witnesses." Valentina narrates, finally raising her eyes from the file to you. "You know what's funny, sweetheart? The Avengers submitted their own report on Sapienza, and Wanda Maximoff describes the encounter with a Shapeshifter in detail. My question is, why are you lying for someone who didn't hesitate to use her special abilities to show her team your real appearance?"

You're caught off guard. A conflict of emotions rises in your chest, from anger to disappointment. It hurts. It's confusing and suffocating, and you feel the urge to start crying. But none of these emotions floats over your expression, your nails digging into your palm are enough to keep everything well buried.

With a soft sigh, you look Valentina in the eye.

"I don't trust the CIA."

Your boss chuckles, closing the file and crossing her legs. It's not exactly her best lie, but it seems to work on her.

"If this is about the Hydra clean-up in the public sector, I can assure you that we're safe." Valentina says. "Besides, your job is to trust me, Y/N. Not the CIA, or the Ten Rings, or any of your contractors. Only me, dear child, must you trust."

You bite your tongue hard, tears almost escaping this time.

"I just..." You try, not knowing exactly what to say. "There was a conflict, and the girl, she beat me. Effortlessly. That energy she possesses revealed my disguise immediately, I had no chance to try another one. So I made a choice, and I omitted the part that I thought would do me any harm. Isn't that what you taught me to do?"

Right answer. Valentina grins, before sighing and standing up. You don't want her to touch you, but she puts her hands on your arms and you resist the urge to pull away.

"I'm proud of you, you're getting cleverer every day. I want you to be this way, Y/N. Strong-willed, resourceful." She compliments you, her hands moving up to your cheeks. You try to smile, but Valentina squeezes your skin tighter. "That doesn't mean you will lie to me. Understand?" She asks but doesn't expect a vocal response. Your nod is more than enough for her to give you a fake smile and loosen her grip. "You're my most valuable employee. I don't want you to put yourself in vulnerable situations without a reason."

Valentina steps away, and you decide to take a chance.

"She's like me." It's more hesitant than you'd like, but it's enough to make your boss raise an eyebrow at you. Swallowing dryly, you continue. "Wanda and her brother were also Strucker's experiments. We are the same. I thought I could-"

Valentina interrupts with a spiteful chuckle that makes you cringe like a frightened child. "The same? Is that what you think?" She retorts in a mocking tone that makes you feel too ashamed to even broach the subject. Leaning her waist on the table, she looks at you. "I know you've been digging through my files on her, Y/N. I don't blame you for being curious, but by now, I imagine you know very well the conditions of the experiments Miss Maximoff was part of. How she volunteered for all that. How can you say you're the same?"

You hesitate uneasily. "I don't mind that she volunteered. War called for desperate measures. I just... I've never met any other of us. Another who survived the Baron. I've been thinking if I could just see her-"

Valentina bursts into laughter, and you fall silent, concentrating so that she can't see your red ears. "See her? Now what's that, huh? Romeo and Juliet of the supers? What an absurd idea, child!" Refutes your boss, still chuckling as she walks away to the table. She finishes her glass of wine in one long gulp, and to your surprise, throws the file in your direction. You catch the item flat against your chest. "The notes the Avengers made about you are on page 24. Read what she said about you, and draw your own conclusions about who you call an equal. I came here to confirm your mental state, and this conversation was enlightening. I'll arrange an assessment."

"Val-"

"It’s not open for discussions Y/N." She cuts you off, a car key already in hand that makes you groan to yourself impatiently. "You're not going back to work until you talk to Doctor Grand."

She leaves without saying another word and you're left alone with the file in your hands. Without hurrying, you flip to the page mentioned earlier and sigh when you find a photograph of Wanda wearing a uniform with the Avengers crest embroidered on it. Below is her statement about the mission.

You trace your fingers over the passage "An extraordinary and dangerous skill from an equally impressive fighter" but hesitate when you read the passages about how she felt scared and unsafe. About how she thought you were aiming at her. About how she felt she failed by not bringing a high-risk criminal into custody.

Your tears finally fall, staining the page before you quickly wipe them away, closing the file tightly after ripping Wanda's photo out.

It was time to wrap up loose ends and get back to your perfect record.

-&-

In the fake drawer hidden on the floor under your bed - safeguards for someone whose apartment is frequently visited by a two-faced countess - you kept some personal things. Hydra's last record of you, small souvenirs from missions, and a photograph of Wanda Maximoff.

And this morning - and any other morning really - you were supposed to ignore that drawer, leave any weapons at home, put on a presentable outfit, and meet Valentina in the lobby promptly at 10 o'clock. She would take you by car to Dr. Grant's office who would do a standard assessment of your mental state that would tell whether or not you were fit to return to work.

But instead, you took the photo of Wanda out of its hiding place and put it in your pocket. You stood up, walked through your closet, and chose the least flashy backpack you owned. Then you armed yourself with three different types of knives and two pistols in a chest holster, very similar to that of American detectives. And speaking of the police, your drawer of false documentation provided by Valentina was studied without haste until you had in your pockets the identity of a Shield agent who never existed but was meant to be a little tribute to the job you were performing today.

With your disguise ready, you left the apartment two hours before your scheduled meeting with Valentina, and you had barely boarded the ferry when she called you.

"Our appointments aren't something to be skipped, young lady." Stated the woman seriously, but you gave her a weary sigh.

"I don't wish to see Doctor Grant."

Valentina chuckled, as you handed your ticket to the clerk passing in the corridors. On the other end of the line, she then spoke;

"You're not getting away with this, Y/N. I'm not authorizing your return to work until Roland confirms to me that your mental state is stable for you to continue."

You prop your feet up on the seat, switching your cell phone to another ear. "Val, I'm not running away, I promise. I just needed a break. Give me a few days, okay? Reschedule the visit, I'll be there. I'll even be there early."

She pauses thoughtfully, you can hear her breathing. And then she sighs in defeat and you smile. "Okay. If it's any encouragement, your next service is already being prepared. It's something you've never stolen before, and I'd like it to be yours. Of course, if you prove suitable."

A few weeks ago, the temptation would have been too much and you would have turned around and gone to the appointment just to win Grant's approval and be cleared for the job. To prove not only to Valentina, but to the world, and to any other colleague, that you could complete that mission.

But now you let out a short laugh, and that surprises Valentina enough for her to keep quiet. "Reschedule for the end of the week. I guarantee that I'll have Dr. Grant's approval and you'll have your order in no time."

The promise seems to be enough for her, and after another sigh, Valentina hangs up. You put your cell phone away and return your attention to the now-stamped train ticket to New York.

The trip didn't take long, and within a few hours, you were in the bustling city. Especially today, at the inaugural Heroes of Earth celebration event, Manhattan was almost chaotic.

With fans and journalists from all over the world filling the streets that had been closed off for a sort of open-air Comic Con, you had no trouble at all going unnoticed in the crowd. You wore a disguise, of course, but you didn't have to. A few minutes into the fair, you really did look like a tourist, with your Avengers sweatshirt, cap, and colorful glasses.

The knives in your backpack were well hidden under the amount of superhero souvenirs you got.

You were trying to choose between an Incredible Hulk smash-burger or a portion of Thor's worthy chicken when the bell announcing the photo session with the Avengers was about to start.

Your appetite disappeared, anxiety taking over your whole body at once.

It was time to move.

The queue was huge, as was to be expected. At least, most of them were there for the best-known Avengers. Thor wasn't even on Earth, which meant that the other five originals were competing with each other over who got the most autographs. The new members, like Wanda, the Falcon, or Vision, were given presentation stands but had much more free time at the event.

You tried to ignore the pang of pride when you saw that among the new members, the queue of people to see Wanda was the longest. A considerable number of children were very excited to ask her to do magic tricks.

Your strawberry milkshake - Black Widow's Special - almost fell out of your hand when you finally saw Wanda leave the curtains dividing the dressing rooms and join the autograph table.

She wasn't wearing the soft hoodie with the Avengers symbol from the photograph you sneak a peek at almost every night, nor was she wearing the pathetic disguise she wore the first time you saw her. No, somehow, she managed to look prettier. Like all her teammates, she was wearing an outfit similar to the official fighting uniform, probably designed just for the event. With a black tactical outfit covered by a red jacket, the gloves that didn't cover her fingers were probably your favorite part.

Despite her relatively unfriendly uniform, Wanda offered such lovely smiles to the people who came to greet her that you thought the milkshake made you sick, judging by the way your stomach and heart were unsettled.

When the Meet & Greets began, you had to go to the ticket booth and buy a single ticket in cash; to meet Wanda, of course.

It would take place back in the fair's improvised dressing rooms, and after waiting for almost forty minutes, you were finally guided inside. Your backpack wasn't searched, perhaps because your weapons were hidden by Ten Rings technology, a gift from Xu Xialing on your last assignment, and when it went through the X-ray at the entrance, all they detected were the countless fair toys you had acquired. And the knives hidden in your body, well, it's obvious to say that when it comes to changing aspects of your anatomy for any situation, passing a security search was quite easy.

"Miss Maximoff will be here in a minute. She had a little problem with her costume, the children who came in before you caused a little milkshake accident."

One of the organizers informed you, and you gave her a kind smile, commenting that the Black Widow special was essential, even if it might cause minor accidents. The employee chuckled before going to answer a call on her communicator that could have been your intentional flooding of one of the toilets to occupy as many of the staff as possible.

Wanda's dressing room was the most intimate environment of hers you've ever been in. It didn't have many things, of course, but for someone who only had access to government documents, it was paradise.

Curious fingers traced all the belongings you could reach, from more comfortable pieces of clothing for her to change into during the event, to different types of tea and books, until you found a music device.

The password protection on a Stark Industries MP3 player made you laugh to yourself. "What a distrustful little witch." You murmured affectionately, stowing the item in your jacket pocket and moving over to the schedule board.

You had already read the row that marked the start of the Meets, probably described there and in all the other dressing rooms, when your gaze caught a small notebook forgotten in one of the armchairs.

You got the chance to take it in hand and smile at the sketches on the first few pages before the item was suddenly lifted and pulled out of your hand.

"Sorry, but this is private." Wanda grabbed the item out of the air, but you stood there, static like a frightened animal, unable to breathe properly under her gaze. She seemed to realize that she had been too harsh and huffed out a laugh, the notebook clutched tightly against her chest. The sound made you swallow. "I shouldn't have kept you waiting, I guess you got bored. Sorry about that. Let me put this away, and we can, um, get started."

She didn't use magic to return the book to a safe place, you didn't know that yet, but Wanda was still learning to trust her powers. And if she could help it, she usually didn't use them.

She approached you, to put the book away in a bag that you didn't have a chance to peek into, and the sudden movement made your body react in alarm. Your back hit the schedule board, and Wanda frowned, stopping in her tracks with an almost hurt look on her face.

"You don't have to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you, you know." She murmured with the tips of her ears red. "I'm just going to put my notebook away, you see." The backpack floated towards her with a tug, and Wanda hardly met your gaze after that. She tossed the bag into a corner of the room and fiddled uncomfortably with the edge of her blouse.

She was no longer wearing the outfit she'd worn before, she was wearing a comfortable set, too soft and domestic for you to be calm-minded about anything.

You forced your brain to work because you thought the whole thing was getting ridiculous.

"I'm not scared." Your voice comes out very hoarse, so you clear your throat. Wanda raises her eyes, finally, and the green irises make your cheeks warm. You don't hide it from her. "As a matter of fact, I'm not the one who usually gets scared when we meet, am I, Maximoff?"

Taking the time she needed to understand, you removed your colored glasses and cap, your face changing back to its original appearance. Wanda sighed shakily as soon as she recognized you.

"Hi, Y/N." She greeted, too sweet for you to do anything but smile shyly, forgetting for a moment exactly what you had come for.

"Hello, Wanda." You tried to sound just as gentle, but you must have done a poor job, to blame it on your body that doesn't seem to be working properly. Wanda swallows dryly, her hands moving slowly in the air. You watch the unhurried gesture - the way her fingers draw the air, and how the items of disguise float away to the armchair, and in your hands appear handcuffs that don't prevent you from moving them, and don't hurt either. The most you feel is a tickle.

"I've come all this way, just for you to put me in chains, little witch." You try to tease her, and you think it's a victory the way Wanda tries to hide a smile, approaching with her head down until she's close enough to touch you.

Her hands should be gripping the magical handcuffs, but instead, they hold yours. Wanda sighs.

"You can't be here." She whispers, meeting your eyes, and you think it's ridiculous that you made any plans at all. You could never do anything to harm Wanda, and that was just the truth. "Then why are you?"

Unlike her, you don't hide your smile. You shrug as if your heart wasn't thumping in your chest, and revel in playing with Wanda's buttons.

"I was in the neighborhood. Wanted to say hi." Your casual reply makes her snort impatiently.

Her hands release yours, and you raise an eyebrow at Wanda's audacity to start searching you.

"Wow, take me on a date first, love." You joke, but despite the new color her cheeks acquire due to the joke, the fond nickname, Wanda doesn't stop. She gropes in your pockets, reaches into your jacket, and grimaces with disapproval at every illegal item she finds. The false documents, the Shield badge, the guns. The MP3 is in the front pocket and Wanda gets a little closer to reach it, enough so that you have to lick your lips trying to control the instinct to break the distance. She just looks so kissable and smells so good.

She offers you an incredulous look at the stolen item, which floats back to the table as she gropes for the other pocket. Finding the train ticket, she lets out a short laugh.

"Six hours of travel is not being in the neighborhood." She comments, raising her eyes to you.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort with a little smile, discourteously glancing between her eyes and her lips. "That I couldn't help myself and had to get on the first train to see you again? That I can't even go back to work because I can't stop thinking about you?"

There's this thing that Wanda's eyes do. The pupils get huge, and the green darkens. And she looks at you as if you were something to be devoured in every detail as if you were worth admiring. As if you were worth any of her time.

She speaks again, so low and hoarse that you wouldn't be able to hear her if you weren't close.

"Your thoughts are loud. Are you always so hard on yourself?"

You swallow dry, caught off guard. Your hesitation makes Wanda sigh. She looks ready to apologize when you nod.

"It doesn't matter, every time we bump into each other, you make me feel different. Better. You look at me as if you can see more. What do you see, Wanda?"

She sighs deeply, and her hands move to touch your face. It's too gentle, and affectionate in a real and true way that you never experience. Your body goes rigid, not knowing how to handle the tenderness, but Wanda doesn't catch any request for her to stop touching, so her hands continue to hold your cheeks.

"I can see your anger, just as I can see your fear. I see the thief, and the murderer, but I can also see only you. No disguises, no lies. The person you are underneath it all." She says, swallowing dryly as she lets her gaze fall to your lips. "This is the person I let get away. And the person I'd like to meet, if you'll let me."

Your chest is heavy with confusing feelings. Your traumas beep in unison, your defenses beg you to push Wanda away and flee before the rest of the Avengers decide to show up.

But instead, you return watery eyes to Wanda and gasp softly; "Why? Why do you care?"

And Wanda tries to lie. "I think you could use a friend."

You chuckle dryly, pulling away from the touch. "Hard pass." You mutter, but Wanda doesn't let you move away entirely. She decides to risk everything.

She grabs your chin and tilts your face towards her. It's a miscalculated kiss, you both flinch and gasp at the first contact of your lips and being taken by surprise makes you lose your balance in the middle of the movement to get away from her.

You fall into the armchair, and Wanda should apologize, but she doesn't even bother. She pushes your tense shoulders and straddles your lap, this time, when her mouth meets yours, it's much hungrier and more determined.

The handcuffs disappear into thin air with the first gasp that leaves her lips, and you waste no time in grabbing her waist, roughly pulling her down and holding her tight against you as your mouths move together. It's a passionate kiss full of urgency, charged with all the tension you've built up.

Your tongue slides into her mouth without warning, more experienced than Wanda, you manage to get a whimper out in no time. She wants to shrink away from the sound, but your hands slide down to grab her ass and pin her down onto your front, and suddenly all she can do is moan.

It seems absurd that you've gone a lifetime without kissing Wanda Maximoff when you both seem molded to do this with perfection.

You don't even move apart to breathe, a battle of restless hands and hungry mouths panting against each other. Wanda begins to grind herself into your lap in search of friction and you let out a sound you didn't know you could make.

Everything is suddenly so hot that Wanda doesn't hear her surroundings. She doesn't hear the curtain or the footsteps. But she definitely hears the machine man's surprised exclamation.

"Oh, forgive me, Wanda." Vision's back is turned the second he catches a glimpse of what's happening in that armchair.

Wanda jumps away as if she's received a jolt, and you groan in displeasure at the interruption. Despite the way every cell in your body seems to be vibrating with euphoria, you manage subtle changes in your face that prevent the Synthesized from recognizing you if he decides to turn around. "I didn't mean to interrupt-"

"Vis, please leave." She demands with ragged breathing, her face bright red. Wanda looks neither at you nor at Vision.

The man clears his throat, stuttering. "Of course, Wanda, I'm so sorry." He says, but although he mentions leaving, he doesn't. Stopping just before the curtain, he risks a glance over his shoulder. "There was a forced distraction with criminal indications in the western sector, the fair has already been interrupted. The captain has asked everyone to gather for a patrol check, in case there's an attempted attack. I just wanted to warn you. It would be appropriate to send your... friend away." explains the machine, exchanging a quick glance with Wanda before leaving the dressing room.

You'd like to kiss her again, but Wanda sniffles at Vision's departure and you frown in a mixture of concern and confusion.

"That's why you're here, isn't it?" She deduces annoyed. "To try a bloody attack on a children's fair? God, I’m so stupid. You’re obviously using me to distract your partners-”

But you stood up with an impatient sigh for the anxious and nervous conclusions of an avenger who has been caught in the act.

You grab Wanda again and kiss her hard enough for her to lose her balance, and she ends up pressed against the schedule board, and then the coffee table, each kiss more desperate and heated than the last.

Your thigh presses between hers, and Wanda practically meows at the friction. You love how responsive she is to your touch, and you try to push a little further under her clothes, quickly addicted to attracting more sounds.

And you're almost to the edge of her bra when you're interrupted again.

"Jesus, Maximoff, what the hell is going on here?" Unlike Vision, Natasha Romanoff is much more serious and determined to put an end to the whole thing. And she cares little about what was happening against the table. You hide the change in your features on Wanda's shoulder, while also trying to control your own breathing, somehow much more aroused than before. "We're working, Maximoff. There may be terrorists on the perimeter and you're here, well, I'm not judging, I'm just saying there's an appropriate time for everything. I'm sure your friend will survive if you let go of her mouth for a few hours. Who knows, maybe next time you can meet in a more appropriate place?"

When you finally look at Nat, you can see that she's hiding a teasing little smile. You're glad that Wanda is making friends.

And unlike you, who doesn't mind having been caught not once but twice by the Avengers, Wanda looks like an embarrassed tomato who nods quickly while her magic does the work of adjusting your half-open clothes and leaving the objects you bump into in order again.

"Of course, Natasha, I'll send her away. I'm sorry." Wanda practically pushes you out, dragging you to a more secluded area at the back of the dressing rooms.

She tries unwillingly to resist your eager hands or the quick but intense kisses you steal from her on the way.

"You have to go." She struggles to gasp, her hands pushing your shoulders to stop the whole thing or she wouldn't be able to think.

Wanda with her hair disheveled after a proper make-out session, her face flushed and her lips swollen is too much for you.

"Fuck." You gasp and she swallows.

"What?"

You don't know what to say, nothing seems enough. She's awakened something in you that you didn't know existed. Suddenly, the idea of staying away from her seems an impossibility.

"When will I see you again?"

She frowns at the question, laughing nervously. "We shouldn't have seen each other even today."

But your hands pull her by the waist. "Nonsense. We should definitely do this again.” Your lips trail down her jaw, to the sensitive points on her neck that you're trying to memorize. She sighs, and struggles to keep her eyes open, but only for a moment before she pushes you away again, laughing shyly.

"Please, darling, I need to get back, my job-"

"There's no attempt attack, I flooded a toilet so I'd have time to see you." You clarify quickly and Wanda has to shake her head and laugh incredulously.

"You're nuts."

"Honestly? Yes. I think I've figured out what was wrong with me over the last weeks. You’re driving me nuts, Wanda Maximoff. I can't stop thinking about you." You retort quickly, not caring about the irregular beating of your pulse, nor the way she blushes heavily. "I need to know when I'm going to see you again."

She looks back into the dressing rooms and can see that Natasha is coming out through the curtain. She approaches you at once to give you one last intense kiss and whispers goodbye on your lips as you part.

With every inch of skin that Wanda touched vibrating and your heart pounding in your chest, you only remember to regulate your powers and return to a disguise a good few minutes after she has disappeared from sight, and hope that no security cameras saw you there.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #heart shaped series #wanda maximoff series #elizabeth olsen x reader

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thefallennightmare · 3 months ago

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All Eternity-Matt Dierkes x OFC! Faye[JP UNIVERSE]

Pairings: Matt Dierkes x OFC! Faye[JP UNIVERSE]

Warnings: fluff and smut(not my best work but its pretty tame)

Summary: Matt has a promise to prove to Faye.

Authors Note: I hope you all enjoy this little drabble into one of our favorite JP couples! I'm sorry if I missed any tags, I just went off everyone who was previously tagged in the other Matt/Faye fics.

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Letting out a yawn, I shook out the tiredness from my bones as I dragged my feet through the back halls of the venue, looking for one person.

My person.

Both Matt and I decided at the last minute to help out our friends in The Ghost Inside since they had a show in Los Angeles tonight. Matt used to do their front of house work before taking over with Bad Omens so he wanted to get back to his roots for the night while I decided to shoot their entire set. It was good to get back into the routine of work since neither Bad Omens or Hollow Souls were touring at the moment.

While I was happy to shift into work mode for a few hours, I was now ready to dive into bed with Matt; in more ways than one. Before we left to come to the venue tonight, we were busy watching our sex tape but didn’t have time to finish what we started because Matt realized the time; us being late. So I’d been wound up all day sexually with the images from our sex tape replaying in my mind over and over.

I waved and smiled at the crew members of The Ghost Inside as I turned a corner but halted momentarily when my eyes landed on the man that held my heart and soul from the second our gazes locked for the first time so long ago.

Wow, that was cheesy as fuck.

Matt, who had his back turned to me, was down at the other end of the hallway talking with Vigil. With a wide grin, I broke out in a sprint towards Matt and jumped on his back.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled with a laugh as he stumbled on his feet a bit but managed to keep us both up right.

I placed a kiss on Matt's cheek. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

“I’m never too far from you, Faye,” Matt smiled.

Vigil chuckled at our antics. "I'll catch you guys later. Thanks for everything tonight Matt."

I waved at him before adjusting myself on Matt’s back. "The Ghost Inside killed it tonight. I'll email over the pictures once they're edited.”

"Take your time, Faye. You guys did us a solid."

Matt wrapped his arms around my legs and began carrying me towards the back door of the venue and his truck parked on the far end of the parking lot. It was late in the evening so the only noise outside were crickets.

"I'm so tired," I sighed in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. "Can you carry me all the way home?"

He squeezed my leg when I said the word home. Our home. I moved in Matt’s place last week after we grew tired of jumping back and forth between our respective places and when it was becoming too much for Boo due to his old age, we both agreed it would be better if I moved in with him. I agreed almost instantly because I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than with Matt.

"I'll carry you for all eternity if you'd let me, fairy," Matt vowed while tossing a wink over his shoulder.

“OH!” I smacked his chest as we walked. “Noah texted me the plan for Y/N’s birthday tomorrow. Everything is set in motion. I just need to make sure I’m there with my camera.”

“Time still the same?” He wondered.

I nodded. “Yep. They have something planned in the afternoon but should be home by four.”

Once we reached his truck, I went to jump off his back which only made him hold on tighter as he walked around to the passenger side and managed to open the door while still carrying me. Turning my back towards the open door he walked backwards a few steps until my ass hit the seat and I giggled while sitting in the truck.

“My own Prince Charming,” I cooed.

Matt reached up and buckled the seat belt for me. “Anything for you, fairy.”

We shared a quick kiss before he shut the door and jogged over to the driver's side. The back seat of his truck was packed up with both of our equipment. Even though it was nearing midnight and we both were exhausted, there was no way Matt would leave the equipment in the truck. He’d spend an hour once we arrived home unloading everything and putting it in their respective places.

Matt started the truck, letting it idle and warm up a bit since it was a little chilly tonight, and I could help but smile as I watched him type away on his phone. The lights from the dashboard and his phone luminated his face, more so the dimple in his cheeks when he smiled. He tossed his hat on the middle console once he sat behind the wheel and shook out his long golden hair. He wore his typical work fit of joggers with a hoodie and it just urged me on further to snuggle up to him in bed the second we got home.

“Are you hungry? We can stop at a drive through on the way home?” He asked while tying his hair back.

“I’m fine,” my voice was quiet. “I really just want to get home so I can change into your sweats and snuggle up in bed with my best boys.”

Matt leaned over and cupped my cheek, the truck still idling in the parking lot of the venue. “Everything alright?”

I nodded in his grasp. “More than alright. I love you.”

“I love you more,” he breathed over my lips before capturing them in a tender kiss.

It was sensual, slow, yet filled with so much love it made my head spin as his fingers dragged down from my cheek to my neck to hold me in place at the back of it. My hands rested on his chest as my tongue brushed along his bottom lip before exploring his mouth. The kiss deepened as our tongues fought for dominance and soon the air in the truck was no longer chilled but thick with sexual tension. His large hands rested on my hips to bring me over the center console so I was able to sit in his lap.

Our hands wandered each other's bodies, mine ripping out the band that held his hair together so I could pull on the ends as I continued to kiss him with such fervor. Matt was usually the dominant one but he allowed me to take the lead as I left kisses from his mouth down his jaw and neck line, all the while rutting my hips into his. The hardness of his cock evident in his joggers as it brushed against my pussy through my leggings.

“Matt,” I moaned while sinking my teeth into the sweet spot of his neck; the one I knew drove him wild.

“What do you want?” His fingers slipped underneath my shirt to tease my nipples through my bralet. “Come on, fairy. Use your words.”

His mouth worked on leaving a mark just below my ear and when I pressed my pussy harder against his cock, I could feel the cool wetness between my legs. I’d been so wound up with our kissing that all I needed was another minute of dry humping Matt to tip over the edge. So instead of speaking, I reached for the waistband of his joggers to pull out his cock but when I bent low, wanting a taste, my ass hit the horn on the steering wheel; the noise echoing throughout the empty parking lot.

My giggles filled the space of the truck as I pulled away from Matt, who still had half of his cock hanging out of his pants; the smallest bead of precum gathering at the slit.

“We should stop making out like a couple of teenagers and get home,” I sighed while starting to get off of his lap.

“I’m not going to make it home,” his voice was gone, lost in lust, as he wrapped his arm around my back so he could hold me to his chest.

Opening the door, he carried me over to the bed of his truck and opened the door with a free hand. He already had a blanket laid out because Zeus loved to ride in the back here when we would drive over to Noah’s and Y/N’s house.

“Matt,” I warned while looking over the parking lot as he set me on the blanket. “What if someone sees us?”

He shrugged while pulling off his shirt with such an attractive ease, it made my pussy clench.

“No one’s here, Faye. Everyone’s left,” he climbed up into the bed of the truck and stalked over towards me.

My hair cascaded down my shoulders and back causing Matt to twirl a strand between his fingers.

His blue stained fingers.

“Do you know how hard it is to get this dye off of you? I had to hide my hands in my pockets tonight when I wasn’t working,” he grumbled under his breath.

I giggled while linking our hands together and bringing them to my lips to pepper his knuckles with kisses.

“I told you to wear gloves, dummy. But let me show you my gratitude for dying my hair earlier today,” I muttered while wrapping my legs around his hips to bring him back down towards me.

Our lips met again in kiss, tongues fighting for dominance once more. Matt made quick work of removing my shirt and helping me shimmy out of my legging. The chilly breeze bounced off my heated skin as Matt pressed his body against mine. He swallowed my moan when his fingers brushed over my soaked panties, teasing my clit.

“Please,” I murmured against his lips. “I need you, Matthew.”

Matt’s mouth left kissed down my neck, between the valley of my breasts after he took off my bralette, and it hovered over my navel. His warm breath spoke into my skin.

“I love you.”

Those dark eyes stared up at me through his long lashes and I brushed away the hairs from his face as I gazed down at him.

“I love you too.”

With a kiss to the inside of my palm, Matt dragged down my panties to pocket them right before he quickly worked himself out of his joggers and briefs. Both of us lay there naked in the bed of his truck, the moonlight and stars in our backdrop. He looked absolutely ethereal staring down at me and my heart swelled when the corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smirk.

“You’re staring,” he teased while shifting himself between my legs.

“Can you blame me? I have a gorgeous boyfriend and I can't help but stare,” I mused.

Even in the darkness, only illuminated by the street light a few feet down from us, I could see the faintest crimson hue cover Matt’s cheeks. His fingers wrapped around the head of his cock to gather the precum and rubbed it between two fingers before dragging it up and down my pussy.

“You’re already so wet for me, Faye,” Matt observed.

I breathed while arching my back off the blanket. “All I thought about today was you in that ski mask.”

He hummed while guiding the head of his cock between my legs. “I’m so glad I listened to you and we watched our sex tape this morning.”

Locking eyes with me, Matt slowly pushed himself inside of me and I let out a noise that was a mix between a groan and a moan. His long hair fell to my chest like waves as he rested his forehead there, his hips stilling for a long moment.

“I’m not going to last long, Faye,” he muttered into my skin, right before his tongue flicked over my nipple.

“Neither am I,” I breathed while scraping my nails in his hair to pull his face up to me, crashing my lips to his.

Just like the pace of his cock, our kiss was slow and sensual. We both were taking our time with each other, savoring every part of each other. Matt hooked my legs over his lower back to angel his cock deeper and my head fell away from his lips, down to the bed of his truck. He linked our fingers together, placing them over my head, as his pace began to quicken. Matt was close, his cock pulsating inside of me, and I raided my hips up to meet every one of his thrusts. The base of my spine began to burn with the heat of my blooming orgasm, something I made evident with a whine.

“Faye,” Matt grunted, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m gonna-.”

I kissed the freckles that lined his shoulder, urging him to fall to the edge with me. My orgasm was quiet yet powerful, as my jaw fell slack. Matt pressed his forehead against mine so look deep into my eyes.

“Marry me.”

With one final thrust, he spilled himself inside of me as I continued to stare up into his eyes, white noise loud in my ears as I tried to make sense of the two words he just muttered.

“Wh-what did you say?” I choked on air.

Matt brushed his nose along mine. “Marry me, Faye.”

My heart jumped in my throat and my body shook underneath him. Every single fiber of my soul was set ablaze and I couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on my face.

“Are you sure?” I asked, blinking through the sudden tears that gathered in the corner of my eyes and held his face.

He now cupped my face to lay a tender kiss on my lips. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I will carry you for all eternity, fairy. I want you to be my wife.”

Still buried deep inside of me, Matt reached for his joggers that lay scattered in the bed of the truck and dug in the pocket and pulled out a black velvet box.

“Wait!” My eyes bulged while I rested up on my elbow, the chilled night air brushed over my peaked nipples. “Was this whole thing planned?”

Matt now slipped out of me, much to my dismay, and sat on his knees while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, if I’m being honest, the question kind of tumbled out like word vomit.”

I parted my lips to speak, suddenly feeling very hurt but Matt noticed so he quickly waved me off. “I want to marry you, Faye. I had plans on asking you but I don’t have a ring. I do have this though. I bought it for you the other day but haven't found the perfect time to give it to you.”

My body shook from not only the cold but also the shock of everything the last few minutes so before he gave me his gift, Matt wrapped another blanket around my shoulders and then sat in front of me. When he slowly opened the black velvet box, I gasped before snapping my eyes up at him.

“The Evenstar?” My bottom lip wobbled as I blew out a shaky breath.

He fucking proposed with the necklace from The Lord of The Rings?

If Matt hadn’t just fucked me in the bed of his truck, I would have taken him all the way down my throat in appreciation.

Matt wore that loveable, dorky, smile as he nodded. “You left it up on your laptop and kept muttering around the house about how much you wanted to buy it but it was too expensive.”

“Matthew,” I breathed. “You-.”

“Yes, I did,” he interrupted me by taking out the necklace and leaned forward, placing it around my neck.

“Now, it’s not a ring. But we can take our time and find one that fits you perfectly.”

I immediately grasped at it, holding it tightly in my hand while blinking away the tears. “I love it.”

“So,” Matt raised a brow, twirling a piece of my teal hair around his finger. “Is that a yes?”

“YES!” I yelled out into the night air as I tackled him down onto the bed of the truck, my lips colliding with his.

#tina talks #bad omens #just pretend noah sebastian #bad omens cult #matt dierkes #matt dierkes x ofc #matt dierkes x faye #matt dierkes fanfiction #matt dierkes fics #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fics #matt dierkes smut

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rainbow-journalist · 23 days ago

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Hey, do you like horror art, blood, gore in general? Aus based on horror movies?

Tw: topic about bloody arts, in case anyone here doesn't like reading about it.

Also spoilers from Rain Code, Pink blood, Body with bandages, Light Body Horror

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Oh, I like, my first exposure to violent art was when I was younger, and I was obsessed with My Little Pony. Hah, great start huh? I always loved watching those videos of speedpaint, The artists made the drawings from scratch, with awesome background music, and in the end, they made a bloody work of art. The last gore art I saw from these videos left me completely shocked at how the artist put so many almost realistic details into it. I've tried making violent art before when I was in the Five Nights at Freddy's fandom....But, my style is a bit too cute (?) for me to be able to make anything violent enough.

Now about Horror Aus, I also like it, I've been thinking about "what if" scenarios or bad endings that could have a hint of violence in it.

I was wondering, what if Makoto was a failed experiment? Could he kill all the scientists at the government research facility and be a danger to society? The scientist guy in this art would probably be killed in a very violent way.

I was looking at this insane sprite of his a few days ago and I was thinking, "Man, what did the Unified Government do to him to get him to this point? What happened to him in these 3 years ?" I was also wondering what would happen to him if he had actually killed Yuma in the mystery labyrinth in chapter 5, Would he continue with the lies? How far would he go on with his wrong doings? I think it would be a terrible ending. About an alternate timeline where he would have been an experiment failure.....

I was thinking some vibes of Sadako from Ringu movies....Long hair covering his face, while wearing a worn-out dirty robe. And what is this in his hands? Oil, or rotten blood?

Well, I'd probably make it clear that he wouldn't be a zombie. (Although the AU of Makoto being a zombified, defective homunculus is cool and sad.), He might or might not, eats human flesh, can walk in the sun, a perfect weapon gone wrong from the UG. You guys could make your theories about what could have gone wrong for him. Also, I'm aware that he might look like a walking corpse here. 0 - 0

I was also thinking about making him like a ghost from Japanese folklore who would chase Yuma, but then I thought: "Nah, him continuing to be an immortal homunculus but a failure is worse."

I was also wanting to make his body with bandages, and wow, he looks terrible here. Maybe I'll do more violent art of him in the future? Since I've been getting some inspiration lately, like:

Fanfics of the artists here that address his traumatic past

Sadako Yamamura (Ringu/movies)

Sachiko Shinozaki (Corpse party/game)

Kaede ( Elfen Lied /Anime)

Ellen (The Witch's House/game)

Bloody Arts

Zombie and Lab AUs

You know, sometimes I think horror Aus can be more sad than scary. Also, I'm still practicing some things from my drawings, like blood, yet.

I think Makoto himself, and his other versions would feel uncomfortable around this failed version, And maybe this version would try to kill him because he was the perfect and the original? Imagine a bloody fight between two immortal creatures.

I think something like that could happen. This version of him might act on primitive instincts.

Putting a mask on your "twin's" face, because the other doesn't like to see his own face, and it's always covered by hair or a dark shadow. So a mask is better, huh? I liked knowing that he created these masks himself.

If you're curious about what his face looks like, through all that hair of his that ended up growing too much from the gap, this is the result:

An empty, tired, expressionless look, and also a sense of being erased and ghostly. Sometimes he seems to be staring into space, he must know very well what is happening to him. And I know, his hair growing out too much during the failure gives off a vibe of Izuru Kamukura.

I decided to keep his cute little face even in this version, sometimes his little face might be deformed or covered in blood. Also the contrast of fragile and vulnerable to a bloody scenario is interesting.

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bloomvalyria · 8 months ago

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as a sparxshipping shipper, what annoys you about the behavior of extremely aggressive haters?

(sorry for the late reply, things have been a bit crazy)

honestly, anon, there's so much that annoys me that we genuinely don't have the time to go into it all. but i've learned that i find myself getting less angry and less annoyed now that i use the lovely little block button that tumblr has blessed us with. at the end of the day, everyone has an opinion whether you like it or not. and if you know a particular opinion tends to get under your skin, or you know a specific hater that's really aggressive about it, the block button is your best friend. my life is so much better using it.

of course, if i had to narrow it down based off my experience with them, i'd probably say the arguments bother me. and not in the way you'd think! people can argue about it all day, but my complaint is that it's always the same two arguments.

i'm not going to touch on the age gap argument. i'm just not. not because i'm unable to defend it, but because i'm tired of defending it to people who don't want to listen anyway.

my absolute favorite one though is when they come off with: "wow you ship them when he murdered her whole family?? cringe". it's beautiful. mostly because it's stupid. but mostly because it's inaccurate. like what do you mean he murdered her whole family? oritel and miriam are alive. always have been. there's a whole movie about it. y'all should watch it. if they're trying to say he murdered daphne because she's the only one confirmed dead (we're gonna ignore s5 for obvious reasons), we have never gotten any confirmation about who killed daphne. baltor killing daphne is actually a non-canon event that i'm pretty sure sparxshippers came up with (which should concern the haters more, if anything!). based on what little footage we have of daphne during the battle, it's actually more likely she was killed by the ancestresses. however, we have never had true, canon confirmation on who killed daphne. hell, it might've been no one! she could've gone out cersei and jaime style! WE DON'T KNOW!

... this response has spiraled out of control and will probably get me in some discourse. i'm going back to writing before i get myself in even more trouble.

#sparxshipping #im not saying you have to like it #hate it as much as you want #they're imaginary people #i don't give a fuck #but don't come into my inbox with a stupid argument #like i'm bored #it's been the same two arguments for literally seventeen years #give me an actually interesting argument

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schlattslonghairytoes · 1 month ago

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chapter two

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iMessage!

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hey talia?

whom is this.

oh sorry its hansum

from last night

hope its alright I got your number from ted

oh hi hansum!

contact changed to "mr I shit my pants🪩"

sorry I left without saying goodbye, I was rly tired

oh don't worry abt it, it kinda fizzled out after you left

are you saying I carried the party?

read

wowwwww

hes ignoring me now.

yknow ive only been speechless a handful of times.

this is one of them, I'm speechless.

so stunned I'm even using proper punctuation.

You forgot to capitalize! 😃

read real life!

Talia

hangover is one vicious bitch because it feels like my eyes are being ripped out of their sockets right now, and brittnay's door slamming habits don't fucking help.

"'ello me majesty, i have your water and your trusty advil, 'swell as an open ear for anything that might of occurred last fine evening". I swear britney would of flourished in the middle ages. I take my meds and sit up.

"I think I saw schlatt last night." I deadpan.

you would think I'm telling people someone died, two people in the span of ten minutes have been stunned to silence by me.

"wait a minute, schlatt schlatt? like obsessed with monkeys schlatt? fell off a city bike into a child schlatt? jonathan schlatt from high school?"

"girl you're smart, have you ever met anyone else with the last name schlatt." she shakes her head.

"how do you feel, oh my god did you talk to him?" silence fills the room "you didn't even say hi? oh wow you really are stupid, cmon, wait let me guess, you irish goodbyed too." the silence in the room continued.

"oh bitch you've got to be kidding, tal you cannot keep running away from shit, you are a strong independent woman who needs to stop leaving when things get difficult. do you hear me." brittnay has always been my biggest supporter, but even her words only go so far.

"brittnay its hard, I just feel like my only option is to run away as fast as possible, listen I know you have to go record with trixie, thank you, now go before your late and she kills you."

"you're so lucky i love you, stay strong, stop running and do the dishes, see you at 8." britney calls as she gets up and leaves the house. honestly I've always been a runner, i hate confrontation. i hate actually facing my problems, that's why i lost schlatt in the first place, we were to similar, both scared of outcomes.

"leave, get out of my house schlatt." Talia yelled in his face. "please lia you're leaving tomorrow. I know we don't want to talk about it, but we have too. please I can't lose you lia, c'mon for us we need to talk about it" he begged her in the pouring rain, as cliche as it sounds it was his last chance. he knew no matter how scared he was, he needed to try. "I can't jay, I cant I'm sorry" and she closed the door. closing the chapter on what they could of been

besides she was moving across the country to go to college, he was staying back to start his social media career and his business, it could of worked, maybe. just maybe if she didn't close the door.

iMessage!

theodore roosevelt

lia

llai

lia

lai

what could you possibly need Theo

I have a huge question

like extremely large

like my johnson

ok wait I need to be serious 😔

gonna ignore the johnson comment

ok lets hear this ginormous ask

can you come to san fran to film some videos with us?

please you would make it so fun

pleaseeeeee

ted.

pleaseeeeee

when.

tomorrow?

😟 tomorrow?!?

and also

one more tiny detail

very tiny

oh goodness what.

schlatts gonna be there.

hmm??

#schlatt #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #ted nivison #schlattslonghairytoes #lunchclub

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satureja13 · 9 months ago

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Jack's Therapy Game (From the beginning: -> here)

It's not that late when Lou and Jack left the Pub. They are tired and hungry after the fight so they went over to Lou's house. Lou: "I'll show you your room. It's in the building on the right and the bathroom is right below." Jack: "Wow, ok. Thanks." Lou: "You're very welcome here, Jack."

Lou: "I used it as a storage room for a while, I hope it's ok." Jack: "Of course it is! It's amazing!"

Lou is so sweet. He quickly got this room ready while Jack cared for the horses earlier.

And he placed Jack's trophy and the spicy wolf figurines he bought for him. (Isn't it a bit strange that he placed them in this position too? Maybe he's just as weird as Jack? Or is he hitting on him? Was Jack hitting on Lou when he chose those wolves? ö.Ö')

They agreed to cook together and Jack went to the bathroom first. Only to find a magazine with inadequate dressed, but very handsome guys, tissues and - lube... Is this Lou's stuff he forgot to put away or did he leave it for Jack to see? ö.Ö'

They cooked together in silence.

Lou: "Is everything ok?" Jack: "Uhm, yes... just hungry." Lou: "Me too. Let's finish the meal before I devour you! Haha!" Jack laughed a little too loud: "HAHA!" ö.ö'

During the meal they managed to get back to their former comraderie and chatted as if nothing happened. (It's because nothing happened, Jack! Every Boy has this stuff at home! Saiwa still owns that 'wand' and the 'polish' Kiyoshi gave him. Though they'd never used it. But better not remind Jack of that o.o')

And just when Jack really thought it's nothing and fought his paranoia, because this is his therapy after all, Lou said: "Hey, I want to show you something."

Lou: "It's over here."

Lou: "I've never shown this room to anyone... I'm glad I finally found someone to share my, not so little *chuckles* secret. Keeping it hidden from everyone is eating me up."

No one can relate better to this than poor Jack who had to keep his whole relationship to Kiyoshi a secret until he broke down. But Jack's already wild imaginanion was bouncing around like a rubber ball on hyperspeed in a too small box. The wolf figurines and the stuff in the bathroom and that Lou wants to 'eat' him. Is he a cannibal or is this room a kind of sex chamber? Lou: "We will spend a lot of time here. Sweating and groaning." Ok sweating and groaning is only for the living. So at least he's not going to eat him, right? ö.ö (Uhm 'groaning' is also for zombies, Jack...)

Lou: "Come in!" (Jack's face is priceless! ^^')

Jack: "Exercise equipment?" Lou: "Sure, thought that was obvious. What did you think?" Haha - omg Jack! Lou: "Remember? No one knows that we are Moonchild and Wolfsbane. I've spent a lot of time here alone. I'm glad you're here. We can spur on each other and do challenges!"

Jack noticed the cabinet with the trophies: "Wow. You've won a lot of fights!" Among all the golden ones, there is also a second silver trophy. Lou: "The other wolf who defeated me was Greg. What a fight that was! No one ever gave me hell like you and Greg. But he retired for unknown reasons. So I'm glad I have an equal opponent like him again. For the thrill, you know." Jack knows. He doesn't care if he wins or loses either when the fight is good. Except when strong feelings are involved. When he lost his Cattle Market against Kiyoshi or the fights against Greg.

They retreated to their rooms. Lou will show him around tomorrow. Talking abouts fights reminded Jack of his fights with Kiyoshi after he became his Alpha. Those were the days when he tried to kill Kiyoshi after he found out he'd been at the Lab and he thought he was a threat for his friends. But the fights had been amazing. And hot. There is really something terribly wrong in his head! How can he still miss and want Kiyoshi!

It's time to log out and report back to his friends. Ji Ho has to try out the Game and find out if he really is a Princess in his Therapy Game too! And if he is going to marry Caleb! But Jack will come back here for sure! The Game is awesome, the therapy works and hopefully it will also help him to forget about Kiyoshi. Or maybe Lou is really here to hit on Jack so he can get over Kiyoshi? Anyway, Jack gives the Therapy Game a 10 out of 10!

Congratz! You've made it through a very long post (again)! But today, there is a little reward for you (if you like):

tumblr communities are here! (more information -> here)

So, I got an email last week if we'd like to playtest the new feature! This is how it looks like:

During the beta, I can invite up to 25 members and the community is set on private. So if you are shy and don't like posting in the open space, this is a safe environment for you.

I'm not able to change anything as long as the beta runs, so we have to live with the indications I've made under 'About' and 'Guidelines'. Any ideas what to add/remove (as soon as we are able to change it) are welcome!

I must admit I have no clue where this is going and what it is good for ^^' It looks like every post will be stuffed in the main category. So we'll have to work with tags. I've created a pinned post with the tags I came up with. Here I'll need your help to collect ideas for tabs. Like #sims chat #tumblr communities chat #my builds #my sims #my gameplay #sims news #polls...

After you got invited (this is still buggy as far as I've seen in the communites chat) you'll also have access to the communites feedback chat to submit your feedback about the communites feature to tumblr. But you don't have to. Any of us can collect our feedback and submit it as well.

If you are interested, let me know and I will send you an invite! I think this can be amazing since we can create our very own, safe community here and more members can be added after the beta. Haha and it's bot free! ^^

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest Current Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

#The One Game #underwater love #The Game #jack callahan #the one #Jack's Therapy Game #lou howell #sims 4 story #simlit #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 vanilla #sims storytelling #the sims #sims #tell us your stories #henford on bagley #old new henford

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equalseleventhirds · 4 months ago

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it is so late and i am so tired and i haven't even been online much lately, but i've been ruminating abt ttrpgs (as i have endless rumination time at work and on the train, which is 80% of my time anyway)

and abt the like, unreasonable mindset ppl get into abt dnd 5e due to Marketing and also Actual Plays. u kno, that it can Do Anything, that u don't gotta know the rules, that the dm should plan a conventional narrative and u gotta stick to it, that it's for cute queer found families, roleplaying rollplaying bullshit, etc.

and sometimes there's posts from ppl who are outside of that mindset like, wow try another game, but also pls don't bring that mindset to other games we love. u kno.

and maybe i simply spend a lot of time in podcast & streaming circles and also circles of ppl who learned ttrpgs from podcasts & streaming, but, crucially, i don't play d&d

so i meet a lot of ppl who have moved past d&d, right. but. still have that mindset abt their new favorite game(s).

like, 'oh unlike d&d this is actually a queer found family narrative' they say abt a heavily pvp game where u can be queer but it's not about queerness.

'oh unlike d&d you can create a real story' they say, as the gm ignores the handy Make Situations sheet the game comes with and plans a 5-act narrative years in advance.

'oh unlike d&d this game is about ROLEplaying not ROLLplaying' they say, ignoring the social mechanics of the game in order to draw out talky scenes. for character work. for realism. for the story.

'oh unlike d&d this one is so easy to learn' they say, not reading huge and relevant sections of the book until halfway through the session.

i could go on. once i played a kinda weird and poetic indie game with folks whose primary game was motw, and the amount of 'hey this weird and poetic mechanic doesn't make literal sense to me as a character action' haunts me.

and it is immensely frustrating, bcos like.... on the one hand, god i'm glad you're playing something that's not d&d!! that's so important!! on the other hand, you likely learned about this game through an actual play where they (hopefully) used the basic mechanics for stuff, but mostly ran the story like a 5e actual play.

like, i love the adventure zone, but my god you're gonna come out of amnesty or steeplechase with a WILD misunderstanding of the themes and story even a lot of the mechanics of motw or bitd. (both games i like very much. but don't play them like the mcelroys.) or like, god i'm glad the d20 folks are having such fun with kob-adjacent games. but do NOT learn kob from them.

and listening to famous ppl do that to a game i like is one thing. a frustrating thing, to be sure. but participating in a game like this, or even hearing my friends & acquaintances play like this? hateful. makes me grit my teeth and cry. makes me make weirder and weirder game mechanics, which hopefully i'll make into coherent games someday.

anyway, this is all to say, before you start your found family motw game where u will team up with the monsters to save everything and maybe also bigfoot is there, a. stop listening to taz amnesty, b. read, really REALLY read apocalypse world and get a handle on THAT, c. go reread motw and think hard abt it, and d. watch buffy and supernatural a bit. yeah i know they suck. think rly hard abt that scene in buffy where xander chooses not to tell buffy that angel will get his soul back so buffy has to kill her and then no one ever finds out abt that and i HATE that scene but also it's the kind of thing motw was built for, you see.

also play weirder games and adjust ur expectations but whatever.

#algie talks ttrpgs #sorry for the rant and sorry it's so motw heavy it's just weirdly that always seems to be the second most popular actual play choice #it's turned into 5e for ppl who don't want to do 5e and it's WEIRD bcos it's not designed or marketed for that!#and i like it a lot as it's designed but i listen to actual plays and it's just ppl who wanna do taz amnesty a lot #sorry mcelroys lov ur stories but u have something to answer for.#also have beef abt the ending of steeplechase even tho i loved that they played bitd #but at least i haven't noticed bitd popping up so much as the 5e replacer i'd riot #anyway. if i ever start my own actual play where i'm in charge we're engaging with mechanics and then discussing them.#none of this 5 act structure #sorry im so salty i been listening to actual plays again and also browsing ttrpg streamer social medias so. u kno.#anyawy i go to bed now. may not be online for a few days u kno how it go

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I'm so tired. I feel like my whole life I've been fighting to have a healthy relationship with food and my body, and I just can't do it anymore. I can't fight anymore. And it's so, so easy in comparison to restrict and obsess over tracking everything I eat

I'm dealing with symptoms of a currently unknown disability right now, and I'm so tired. I'm tired of doctors saying "wow, I have no idea what's going on, I've never seen labs like this... but I'm sure losing weight will help!" (Or, worse, "looks like everything's fine, just lose some weight!") It's become this belief that if I was skinny my symptoms would be taken seriously. If I was skinny I'd be able to figure out what was going wrong because doctors wouldn't rely on my weight to explain everything. I know logically there are lots of disabled people who are still ignored while being skinny, who still struggle to be taken seriously, but I can't shake this feeling that everything would be easier if I was skinny

It feels like my life is in the hands of people who don't give a shit about me. And they still probably wouldn't give a shit if I was skinny, but maybe they would. I don't know, I've never been skinny, so I can imagine that everything would be perfect if I was

It's definitely at least partially a desire to have control over my body, too. I can't stop my symptoms, I don't have the tools to figure out what's wrong on my own, but I can starve myself! It seems very silly written out, and it is, but knowing it's silly isn't enough

I saw in your about that you've dealt with comorbid chronic illness and eating disorders, so I guess I'm asking... how? That's probably already on your blog somewhere, actually, so I guess I'm just venting more than anything. Advice would be appreciated, though

God, I feel this so hard, anon. So so hard.

First of all, I am so sorry I have taken so long to get to this ask. Work, ny studies, and my personal life have all been overwhelming lately and I’ve been having to focus on some wellness work for myself.

But yeah. What you’re talking about is a REAL problem, and you are not alone. And the constant medical neglect of fat people and the “I’m sure all your mystery symptoms will go away if you just lose weight” is just the cherry on top of the shit sundae that is chronic illness. It hurts peoples’ lives. It can kill. I don’t have a quick fix for this system, anon, but I just wanted to take a moment to validate you because I know that what you’re going through is so frustrating and draining and soul-sucking. I am mentally sending you strength.

First of all, I might have one suggestion for you: lie. Lie to your medical professionals about just one thing, and no other: tell them you are already on a weight-loss journey, even if you are not. If it gets you the help you need in this system - yeah, fib a little. But then, explain to your doctors that the reason you are seeking treatment for your symptoms so proactively is that they are preventing you from doing what you need to do to lose weight. Yes, of course you really want treatment to improve your basic quality of life, but when you’re talking to your doctor, sometimes you gotta frame it in a way they’ll hear. Explain how each symptom has made you unable to pursue an active lifestyle. Or how you’ve been too fatigued to meal prep, or how your symptoms are costing you so much that you are struggling to budget for dietary changes. You don’t have to actually be planning any of these things, but if it gets them to continue pursuing the source of your symptoms, just lie. I know it’s so triggering and awful to have to do this just to get taken seriously, so set aside time to prioritize something that you find self-caring after this.)

I know you say your desire to control your body seems silly written out, but it’s not silly at all. I get it. I really really do because I have the same impulse. When your body keeps acting out of your control in painful ways, it’ll make you desperate. And when you’ve had the message pushed your whole life that being skinny fixes everything, it tends to stick in your mind. You are not alone. You are desperate and being driven by a valid impulse.

Instead of pursuing an eating disorder, remind yourself that eating disorders only give you the illusion of control. Eating disorders only pave the way for the disorder to get more control over you. Not to mention, starving yourself will likely take even more of a toll on your health, doing lasting damage if you lose a significant amount of weight from starving. You are allowed to love yourself more than that. I know it’s hard. I know it’s hard to keep fighting for yourself.

Are you in any chronic illness support groups, online or in person? If you aren’t, I suggest you find some. You may find a good outlet to vent about symptoms, get advice on what got doctors to take other people seriously, and learn more about your own symptoms.

While I don’t recommend starving yourself, you could try tracking your symptoms in relation to certain foods and see if specific food sensitivities worsened them (this was true for me.) For me personally, it helps to remind myself that these foods aren’t “bad” foods - they’re just not good FOR ME, and choosing the ones that make me feel better is a way of taking care of and loving my body. (If you find your symptoms do not change based on dietary experimentation, you can disregard this advice.) For me, it can be really triggering having to avoid certain foods, so I definitely have to take a pause to calm down and talk myself through it sometimes.

Things like meditation exercises, gentle yoga, de-stressing exercises and therapy will not cure your chronic health condition, but may help keep symptoms from spiking as badly because stress is known to exacerbate physical symptoms. (Easier said than done, I know - what you’re going through is stressful. I am not telling you not to feel stressed, just to try and create small pockets of time where you try to give yourself a break from stress, which may not come naturally and may be hard because you cannot go to a place of escaping your symptoms. Just keep trying patiently and be compassionate with yourself.)

Anon, I really really hope this gives you some sort of help and comfort, even though it’s not a cure-all and I did get to it so late. There’s more I could say based on knowing specific symptoms if you’re okay sharing them, but for now I’ll just leave it at this. Feel free to vent in my inbox any time.

#chronic illness #medical abuse #medical fatphobia #self care #restriction cw #long post

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darkstar225 · 2 years ago

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Twice's 10th member is receiving hate

The members noticed the difference in her mood the whole day. It could be because she got bad grades, she woke up late as she spend the night training or because of the hate she's receiving. Maybe all of them but the unnies wouldn't know, she didn't wanna seem weak and bother them with her issues when she knows all of them also receive hate and are doing fine. After a long day, she said good night to her sisters and practically sprinted to her room without her roommates (SMC) sleeping as soon as her head touched the pillow, which was already a bad sign since she hated to sleep without someone in the room with her.

Meanwhile in the living room...

Jihyo - Did you girls see how she looks tired?

Jeongyeon - Yeah, she's also in a mood. The girl can give us a run for our money when she's being sassy *rolls her eyes*

Nayeon - I taught her well *dries fake tears*

Momo - Be serious grandma, we're talking about our child

Nayeon - YAH! STOP CALLING ME GRANDMA

Dahyun - With all due respect unnie, shhhhh. You know Y/N is a light sleeper (can't relate, I could sleep through an earthquake)

Tzuyu - She's right unnie, once I got thirsty and opened the door to go to the kitchen and get a cup of water. She woke up immediately asking if I was okay

Chaeyoung - Fr, can someone go check if she woke up, please? I feel like it's been some time since she fell asleep so fast, she's probably exhausted. I agree with Jihyo unnie.

Sana - I'm gonna see if she's still in her room, brb

On the SMC room...

Y/N - Well, that didn't go the way I wanted. I wish I'd just escape this hate, they're not being fair to me, I keep being up all night overthinking all the mistakes they point out and training to be better than what they see. Am I not good enough? Maybe I suck at this. What if the group did improve without me being the black sheep?

While thinking all of this she wasn't aware that a certain hamster had entered her room and informed the rest she was awake. When she finally came back from her mind, she let out a scream because her unnie was just staring at her looking quite creepy

Y/N - UNNIE, YOU SCARED ME!

Sana - Sorry honey, you're somewhere else but I knocked before entering. How are you? You seemed kinda out of it...

Y/N - I'm doing okay unnie, just lost a night's sleep, otherwise, I feel fine

Sana - Don't lie to me, we know you. Right guys?

At that moment everyone that was outside the door went inside and nodded their heads.

Mina - Sana's right babe, we took note that you're not the same as always as soon as you got out of your bed this morning.

Y/N - But-

Jihyo - No buts, we're getting through the issue you're having and you're getting some sleep after this with me (Jihyo, Jeongyeon and Mina's room)

Dahyun - Unnie is right (again), start talking, please... We're worried about you!

Y/N - That's exactly why I didn't wanna talk with you guys. I don't want to be a burden.

Momo - Again with this... We already talked about it, you know you're important to us and we care about you and your feelings, every time you need someone to hear you, we're there for you. Stop thinking that you're burdening us when you get sad, hurt or even mad like this morning. We know you like the back of our hands and we'll understand anything you request without questioning 'cause you always try to express what you need. Except if you ask for my jokbal lmao

Chaeyoung - What a way to kill the moment, da- dang.

Nayeon - And here I thought Momo was speaking facts, yeah... That sounds more like her lol

Jihyo - You did well Momo... Don't think we forgot about you young lady

Y/N - I mean, you could... Jk, tysm for always assuring me that you love me, sometimes things appear to be harder to believe after everything you hear from people.

Jeongyeon - Which people? Who do I've to kill?

Tzuyu - Am I the only one who already understood what's going on? She's receiving hate! Now that I know everything falls in place, the anger, the sadness, the insecurity...

Mina - Wow, it makes sense. Is this it sweetie?

Y/N - Yo, are you a therapist 'cause gee, you read me like a book lol

Sana - Stop joking, if that's the case, it's something severe

Y/N - Ok, ok. I'm sorry. Yeah, I got some hater recently that I can't get out of my hair, they talked about my dancing skills, my vocals, how I'm always lazy on stage and my poor expressions. It sucks as I'm starting to believe it and I can't seem to stop wanting to train, that's why I stay late at the studio. I'm exhausted unnies, it hurts so much to see that no one notices my efforts and just sees what I did incorrectly. *sobs*

Jihyo pulls Y/N closer and she lays on her chest while crying. Jihyo feels her shirt getting wetter as time went by and she felt heartbroken to see her maknae so glum. Without anything else to do everyone sat near and gave their love in their own style, all while Jihyo caressed Y/N's back repeating that things will be okay.

After half an hour, sobs turned into sniffles and Y/N got out of Jihyo's chest and leaned on Momo that was behind her. Momo instantly gave her a kiss on the forehead, making the maknae giggle and the unnies hearts flutter with how cute she looked being so vulnerable.

Jihyo - Are you better now?

Y/N - It's not something that goes away like magic but you guys made me feel inches better, you're the best family I could ask for!

Twice - OWNNNNN, that's what we're here for love bug. We're pressing charges against your haters or we're not TWICE!

You can certainly expect all the members to appear at JYP to threaten JYPapa so he can make that come true and give some vacation so they can help their dear maknae to heal because they love their dear maknae.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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crownmemes · 1 year ago

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Castle Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences from Castle (2009-2016). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"When we were together, time just stopped."

"Remember, this never happened. I was never here."

"Hold on. Have you really thought this through?"

"Let me tell you something about crazy people: the sex is unbelievable."

"I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?"

"Hypothetically, is it okay to love someone and not want them around all the time?"

"You can fish all you want. Smart fish don't bite."

"Hey, you know what you need? A night out on the town!"

"Let's get to the part where you tell me what you want."

"Don't you ever get tired of winning?"

"If you're looking for a happy ending, you've come to the wrong place."

"Try not to get so giddy every time we go to a crime scene, okay?"

"This isn't going to be a problem, is it? I mean, we're all professionals here."

"Mistakes are the building blocks of wisdom."

"That's why it's called a private life. Because it's private."

"If I had to guess, I'd say he was tortured before he was killed."

"Since when did you ask permission to ask questions?"

"What is it with men and boobs anyway?"

"Hey! I've been reading on the internet about this thing called 'sleep'. It's supposed to be real good for you!"

"You look awfully serious. Is everything okay?"

"Could I talk to you in private for a moment, please?"

"I put that all behind me a long time ago."

"Wow, you really know your stuff!"

"Who would steal a dead body?"

"Sometimes we do the wrong things for the right reasons."

"There are no such things as coincidences in murder cases."

"If you were upset, would you tell me?"

"Having pictures of hot chicks isn't a crime."

"Don't worry, I know you have an image to protect. Your secret's safe with me."

"Don't be so impressed. He's a criminal."

"Okay, you're officially out of control."

"There's no one in the world I trust more than I trust you."

"Are you sleeping with her?"

"He's not a vampire!"

"You want to bite me, you buy me dinner."

"You thought you sounded so smart when you started that sentence, didn't you?"

"If you killed someone, you'd tell me, right?"

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? I have two words for you: 'hairline' and 'receding'."

"Are you seriously asking me for an alibi?"

"Since when have I had the power to stop you from doing anything?"

"Do you ever keep secrets from your dad?"

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #specific;#crime drama;#filmtv;#castle;

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asoulofatlantis · 3 months ago

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I do not wish for a complete reset. But I would prefer if loop 20000 would the the one where we stop looping and stay in, simply because it sounds and looks nicer ^^'

Guys! That things is seriously fucking huge! (And that is not what she said this time!) How on freaking earth are we suppose to EVER stop or destroy it?

He did not build that freaking army to get revenge on Erebonia, he did that to protect Calvard expecting that cage-thingy in space would send "monsters" to attack. Damn. Gotta applaud him for deceiving us so well for so long.

Space fight. And we are Emilia. WTF?!

Holy shit! We are so in trouble. Emilia now and we in the... uh... future? Past? The future past?

WOW! We did major damage. I was not expecting this.

They pretend we beat that thing... trust me... we did not!

Uh... uhm... Guys? I think we need our Diving Knights back and REALLY upgrade them, like A LOT and then we apparently also need some diving Sword and... uh... yeah... uhm... we certainly need something MORE than some nukes for that one. (Calvard attacked that thing with Nuclear weapons that is how they damaged the cube... however... it looks like neither the cube, not the core were the real thing...)

H-He just killed Emilia. I told you she was not the right one for that job. Oh god...

This guy just lost his daughter... but he is still doing his job. Military-man are cold but tough it seems. Poor guy tho.

This is appearantly not the first time this plan failed. It is said that there was a statue they found in our destroyed city that was gathered by the church and yet showed up again 10 years later (which apparently is right now...), even tho the original was still in possession of the church. Its said to be what was left of Excalibur after being attacked and being crashed into the atmosphere like that. Imagine. Emilias fucking corps was stuck in that statue for god knows how many loops.

And once again she will crash into Creil...

We did not get killed by that because she... became an artifact that stand there is a sign of another loops failure.

I need a small moment to breathe after all that. *takes a deep breath* Okay... okay... lets finish the hardest part of this.

Rene... fucked this up on purpose. He put the wrong Genesis in Greamharts hands on full purpose and now he is turning into the white Grendel we all thought was Agnes. But her job is a different one...

That fight took Inferno a while. But he made it!

My girl is amazing... but there is a price to pay for that.

Honestly I watched the Stream and only took some screenshots while crying my eyes out (AGAIN) over this ending and then I needed like half an hour or so to calm down and get my thoughts sorted. I am really exhausted and tired now but I try to write down a few words.

I think something you could see with most people somewhat involved (aside from Campanella, that idiot was just excited that their Plan can FINALLY enter the third phase...) was that they felt sorry for Agnes, that they would have done something different, if they would have just seen a way for it. Also... Agnes Grandmother Domeniques friend, as far as we know, so at this point, she probably watch her friend, her friends daughter and now her friends granddaughter go though the same shit. (Although Agnes sad she did not do the same thing as her mother... so who knows what the difference might be?)

Agnes has to learn the Rean lesson. Being happy and save is important too to make the people you love happy and save. Its just too late for that lesson now.

Nina knows that Agnes will turn back time somewhat and that technically no one should remember this. And yet, she is sure they will punish Hamilton eventually for her Sins.

(I've been contemplating what kind of ending I think would be best regarding Kevins route. And first of all, I think killing Hamilton would be such a waste. I believe even without the Genesis she can still do stuff with her talent and knowledge. Like stuff for the good of the people. Killing her would take what she can offer away from Zemuria. Locking her in and making her work like Grimwood (someone who officially killed someone himself in a very cruel cold-blooded way...) seems the much better choice overall for Zemuria. And secondly... I do not wish for Kevin to put her blood on his hand. I do not like Kevin and he did not try as hard as Crow did in CS4 to make me change my mind but i DO remember how he suffered after killing Wiseman in that cruelly ironic way and I do not wish for him to suffer like this again, no matter if I like him or not.)

I have no idea whats going on with Yume. No one has an idea whats going on with Yume. All we know is that she slightly saw what happened to Agnes. I wonder if she will be the key to remembering it?

I found that so... Thors. There has ALWAYS been a third way for us. We proved that countless times that even if it doesn't look like it that we WILL find a third way, a different way, a BETTER way. And I loved Towa for saying that. That is the spirit of Class7. That is the one thing that Olivert has engraved into our souls. That we will win, if we find another way. Granted, at this point time was literally running out on us - we had like 3 minutes left before the forced reset - but still!

When I watched that for the first time I just watched basically the Credits role and I laughed about it. But today, after crying so much... I feel like it was like... a desperate kind of laugh. Like... there has never been anything funny about it. And it got worse the more I knew about the full picture and the words. The fucking words! At the moment shortly before the end, Van said he had realized that the reason Agnes had been wearing her school uniform at the day of her confession, was because to make it easier for him to reject her. DO YOU GET WHAT THAT MEANS?! When he said that, I was sobbing even more. It means he HAS feelings for her he just didn't wanted to date her for some reason. And that he might not have rejected her if she didn't put it in front of him so much that she was still a young schoolgirl that he had to reject because of that age difference. She revealed her feelings to him as she was running out of time but she KNEW that he needed to reject her to not make that any harder on them so she decided to manipulate his decision - she admitted as much. FUCK THIS GIRL! I love her. I do. BUT FUCK THIS GIRL! Van could have chosen her. He might have chosen her. Or he at least would have, instead of rejecting her, said to her to wait until she is 18 and then ask again or something like this URG! Damn it! The ship that I though has sunken already could have been fucking Sailing!

You better come back and fix this young Lady before Elaine gets the man in a world were you do not even exist! Damn it!

This is so sad. Like he opened the door to Agnes knocking and at first she was there but then vanished because in this timeline... she doesn't exist anymore. She could not have knocked on his door. How very painful...

HOWEVER... there is still hope. Hope we might have to wait like 2 to 3 years for... UFF!

There are a few things I might have to say to this overall game and ending and if it is really that bad, if Kondo was truly lying and if Lloyd is really to blame for all that (poor guy XD) but not today. I've reached my limit.

We will still watch those Memento thingys these days. But not today.

#mona watches kai no kiseki #spoilers #spoiler

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meg2md · 7 months ago

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Yooooo it's so hot outside, and the only place in my entire apartment with AC is the small window unit in my bedroom, but I don't want to be in my bedroom because that's the ONLY part of my apartment I've "seen" for the past 4 weeks on nights because all I do is come home and sleep and I REALLY want to dick around on the internet and play video games and finish Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow for book club tomorrow but it's so damn hot I can barely concentrate!!!

But

One more week of nights. ONE MORE. And then I'm officially a third year, which kind of blows, especially because last night was terrible. Got gaslit by an attending and cried in the signout room, then had my first bad cesarean delivery complication. :')

One of the interns told my co-resident that she feels safe with me and trusts my clinical judgement and is excited to work with me in a chief capacity, but I still feel like the world's biggest dummy. And next week, god, I do two nights of onc nights. Just me and the onc service. Duuuuuuude I'm so scared. Like my medicine friends have all dealt with a lot of the stuff I'm sure I'll get paged about, but I've been exclusively in charge of labor, antepartum, postpartum, and benign gynecology, which is mostly healthy people. Or unhealthy pregnant people, but I'm more familiar with those problems. Now I have to navigate SICK PATIENTS. Which is WILD. Things I anticipate getting paged about:

Afib/SVT

SOB/AHRF

Fevers

N/V, especially post-op

AMS

Hypotension

Decreased urine output

Vaginal bleeding

Medications

Post-op pain

And then I may also have to fill in the ORs if cases run late. I talked over some of these with my chief last night and she made it sound more manageable, but wow. I'm intimidated.

And to have to do onc nights and then roll up to present my research proposal and get asked questions I probably won't be able to answer in front of a crowd!!! Wow, kill me now. I don't have any idea what they're going to ask me or how to be prepared to answer their questions. But it's Friday morning so I'd best buckle up.

And then after staying late for research day, to have to show up to graduation and then back to the hospital for a night call shift, where at least I'll be back in antepartum/benign gynecology land.

I'm exhausted thinking about it. About how I'm going to survive this last sprint when I'm already so worn down and exhausted.

And then on top of ALL OF THAT my sink overflowed and massively damaged the apartment below me. I love being an adult!!!!!!

& I have to start organizing this webinar that I'm doing, so probably tonight I need to watch a couple of the pre-existing APGO ones. It's 7/10 and June is almost over. & I am trying to get the ball rolling on medical student surgical skill education but I didn't realize people had already tried to implement something and just didn't have time to make it consistent so now I feel like I'm walking all over people's toes. IDK. The politics of residency still baffle me. Is it ok for me to take over a project that has fallen to the way side? Who knows.

I'm just tired, and really hot, and very grumpy, and I have no motivation to do anything but have somehow thrown my laundry in the dryer, which is usually as far as I get, and then it sits there for days

#studyblr #premed #medical school #gradblr #residency #med school #medblr

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linagram · 1 year ago

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[ 𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝟸 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

HERE IT IS. I'M FINALLY POSTING THEIR VDS. and yes i had the time to, like, do the "visuals" for their vds myself this time, so i hope they look good! also i just got tired of searching for gifs for them

as always, you can vote in any way you want, whether you feel bad for the character, want them to realize their mistake, think their murder wasn't that bad or even just want them to suffer. their mvs also have lyrics this time, so hopefully that helps you understand these characters better!

Warnings for Akio's VD: Eiji makes fun of Akio's head injury, which is ironic because when Aimi mentioned his injuries, he did not like it. Akio is also doing terrible and he's obviously in pain. Also an implication of him having hallucinations in the end.

Warnings for Akio's MV: A detailed description of hanging and choking.

(sounds of footsteps)

Eiji: ...

Miki: Is everything okay, Eiji-san?

Eiji: Y-yeah, it's just..

Eiji: .. I.. I'm starting to feel like we're being watched for some reason.

Miki: R-really?

Eiji: "I mean, if I didn't imagine that rabbit appearing out of nowhere and talking to me.."

Eiji: ".. Maybe he really is watching us right now."

Eiji: "Maybe even that third guard is watching us too."

Miki: You're probably just tired. I've spent the whole day taking care of you and-

Miki: W-wait, I'm so sorry, it sounded like I was blaming you, I'm so sorry-

Eiji: It's fine. I.. wanted to thank you for that, actually.

Miki: .. Huh?

Eiji: You heard it. Thank you, Guard 002.

Miki: .. Hehe..

Miki: S-so, uh, m-maybe you just need to rest more? I was so afraid of your condition getting worse actually..

Eiji: I don't even know what happened to me.

Eiji: I'm not in any pain, well, if we're not counting the way I usually feel, so..

Miki: Maybe you've just overworked yourself? You've been looking really stressed out lately, to be honest..

Miki: D-don't get me wrong, I'm just worried about you, that's all!

Eiji: "Overworked myself"? Don't make me laugh.

Eiji: I'm the guard of this prison, of course, I have a lot of work to do. I can't let myself take a break, especially now that the second trial has started.

Miki: Well.. I-I'm also a guard..

Miki: So maybe you could just-

Eiji: Are you ready for our first interrogation?

Eiji: We're finally here.

Miki: .. I'm ready, but also..

Miki: Please, be more careful, Eiji-san. For my sake.

Eiji: .. Fine.

(the door opens)

Akio: .. !

Akio: DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!

Eiji: Calm down, calm down. We're not here to punish you.. yet.

Akio: What did I do this time?? Just why can't you let me go already?

Eiji: This is only the second trial. You're not leaving until we're done with you.

Eiji: And I can't even guarantee you leaving this place..

Eiji: Actually, I will do everything to make sure you never leave this prison.

Akio: .. You..

Miki: Eiji-san! This is not how you start an interrogation! Miyagawa-san is seriously injured too..

Miki: Miyagawa-san, I'm so sorry-

Akio: Oh, you're not sorry. Someone like you can't feel sorry for me.

Miki: B-but..

Miki: Um, I stopped Eiji-san when he was about to kill you-

Akio: And you think of that as an achievement?

Akio: Wow, you were kind enough to not let him kill me. Thank you so much.

Eiji: How dare you talk to the Milgram guard like that-

Akio: I SAID DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!

Eiji: ...

Akio: .. Please, don't even think of touching me. Don't even look at me. Stay right where you are.

Eiji: Ugh, can't we sit down at least?

Akio: .. F-fine.

Akio: But again, don't even look at me. If I see you trying to attack me, I will scream.

Eiji: You really think someone's gonna protect you?

Akio: .. Aimi won't like it.

Eiji: Aimi.. So you call her by her first name now, huh?

Akio: W-well, I trust her now, so..

Miki: Please, trust us too, Miyagawa-san. I know it's hard, but we won't hurt you this time.

Akio: But that just means you will hurt me next time, right?

Miki: It doesn't-

Akio: Whatever. Let's just get it over with.

Akio: .. May I ask why we have to do this again?

Eiji: Well, it's the second trial and that means we have to interrogate you all for the second time.

Eiji: I thought a genius like you knew that.

Akio: .. H-how can you call me cruel or heartless when you say things like that?

Akio: And that's not even what I meant, but-

Akio: Again, whatever.

Miki: "What did he mean though?"

Eiji: So, how have you been doing?

Akio: .. Look at me and try to figure it out yourself.

Eiji: Not good. Got it.

Akio: .. Are you laughing at me?

Miki: Miyagawa-san, please calm down-

Akio: HE'S LITERALLY MAKING FUN OF ME FOR BEING IN PAIN AND I'M JUST SUPPOSED TO ACCEPT IT??

Akio: (to Eiji) Do you know just how much I hate you? You've ruined my life.

Akio: You may think I'm doing fine, but even just thinking is too painful for me right now.

Akio: I can't walk anywhere without Aimi helping me, sometimes I can't even get up without anyone's help, my head is spinning all the time..

Akio: It's so hard for me to fall asleep too..

Eiji: .. Well, you claim to be in so much pain that you can't even think anymore, but it seems like talking to us isn't that hard for you-

Akio: THAT'S BECAUSE I WANTED YOU BOTH TO KNOW JUST HOW MUCH I'M SUFFERING NOW!

Akio: !..

Miki: Miyagawa-san!..

Miki: *gets up* Are you okay?

Akio: .. Just tell me what you want to know already. And go interrogate Aimi. Tell her to visit me when she's free.

Akio: I can't trust anyone else here.

Miki: But I can help-

Akio: Yeah, when I'll be about to die.

Eiji: Fine. You want us to tell you what we want to know? Sure.

Eiji: There's a lot we want to know, but let me think..

Eiji: Let's start with your accomplice. Who were they?

Eiji: No, actually, why did they even agree to help you?

Akio: .. Starting with that, huh.

Akio: .. He was a classmate of mine.

Eiji: Yeah, we know.

Eiji: Were you two close?

Akio: .. How close do you have to be to agree to kill someone together?

Eiji: Pretty close, I imagine.

Miki: Um, Miyagawa-san, if it's okay..

Miki: May I ask what your accomplice's name was?

Eiji: Yeah, is that his name you keep repeating all the time?

Akio: .. You don't have to know that.

Eiji: Well, we want to know.

Akio: What will you even get from knowing his name? It's not like he was.. famous or anything..

Miki: If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine-

Akio: Saito Arata. Here. Can we end this now?

Miki: "He actually agreed to tell us his name.."

Miki: I see.. Thank you, Miyagawa-san.

Eiji: Wow, maybe you can even tell us your victim's name too?

Akio: Only if you agree to leave right after that.

Akio: And again, what will you even get from knowing his name?

Eiji: Well, you see, it's possible that we've actually heard about your crime before we arrived here.

Eiji: You know, since some time had most likely passed between your crime and you being brought here, like, maybe two days or three, maybe even more..

Eiji: It's possible that literally anyone's crime here was already talked about in the news or anywhere else and it just wasn't solved.

Akio: .. I remember people talking about it a lot.

Akio: I refused to watch TV after everything happened and I don't really use social media, so.. I don't know if they've ever mentioned the victim's name.

Akio: Though they most likely have.

Miki: So.. Will you tell us his name?

Miki: I promise, we will leave soon after that.

Miki: N-not right after that, but still..

Akio: ...

Akio: Fine. Whatever. There's no point in trying to keep it secret anyway.

Akio: .. Kitami Chise.

Eiji: "Wait, he actually agreed to tell us his victim's name?!"

Eiji: "This kid really is not doing well.."

Miki: Thank you so much for telling us his name, Miyagawa-san.

Miki: If you're not comfortable with talking about him, we can go back to talking about your accomplice- Saito-san, I mean.

Miki: I promise we won't ask you anything after that.

Akio: .. Fine.

Miki: So.. why did Saito-san agree to kill someone with you? Or.. for you?

Eiji: Was he in love with you or something-

Miki: Eiji-san, I'm talking to him right now.

Akio: .. He was just really loyal to me, that's all. He was basically obsessed with me.

Eiji: Oh, so I was right.

Miki: So he just agreed to do it? Or did it take some time for you to convince him?

Eiji: I just wonder how the idea of murder has crossed your mind. Like, did you really hate the poor kid that much?

Akio: O-of course, I did. I hated him. I genuinely wanted him to die.

Akio: It's like I had no choice but to hate him.

Miki: .. What does that mean?

Akio: I-it just means that I would've never been able to like someone like him, t-that's all.

Akio: And, uh, about that conversation I've had with Arata..

Akio: .. It wasn't supposed to be murder at first.

Miki: ...

Eiji: .. Huh?

Akio: I was just joking around at first. Like, "Hey, can you help me out with something? What if we killed that guy together just because he annoys me so much? Come on, I know you like me!"

Akio: And, uh..

Akio: He took it seriously.

Akio: And I just.. went along with it. He told me everything will be fine, he won't be in any pain and no one will find out. He told me my life will be so much more peaceful after this, I won't even remember anything.

Eiji: ".. How did Akio end up as a prisoner instead of him?"

Eiji: "I mean, it makes sense and Milgram is never wrong, Akio was the one who suggested it, but.."

Eiji: "No, I shouldn't think about it too much. If he's the prisoner, there was a reason for bringing him here."

Akio: So I just.. I guess I did come up with everything at first, since I also was the one who chose the murder method. But Arata was the one who actually did it.

Eiji: "Never mind, there really was a reason for bringing him here."

Akio: Actually.. Maybe I never meant it as a joke.

Akio: Maybe I wanted to kill that guy from the start.

Eiji: And.. How did the murder go?

Akio: Well, he died.

Eiji: Of course he did.

Miki: How did you feel after you two were done?

Eiji: I bet you felt relieved, didn't you?

Akio: .. I don't know.

Akio: I left as soon as we were done.

Eiji: .. What?

Eiji: I guess it makes sense, I can't imagine a guy like you helping with hiding the body, but still..

Miki: .. Did you regret it, Miyagawa-san?

Akio: No, I still think he deserved it.

Akio: That guy.. he ruined everything.

Akio: I just wanted to be loved by my classmates, is that too much to ask for?

Eiji: Oh, you didn't want to be loved by them. You wanted to be worshipped by them.

Eiji: You already had a guy who was okay with literally killing someone for you and that still wasn't enough.

Akio: .. Heh, you're right. I guess I really got too greedy.

Miki: Miyagawa-san, do you still think you were in the right?

Akio: Of course I was! He deserved to die! Nobody would have missed him anyway, so..

Akio: .. *sobs*

Eiji: Now, if you think this is gonna make us feel sorry for you-

Akio: I just don't get it.. That guy's grades were nothing compared to mine..

Akio: He was such an idiot.. He never understood anything the teachers said..

Akio: Why.. did they like him more than me?

Akio: H-hey.. I'm still smart, right? I'm still a genius, right?

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Akio: Please, answer me.

Eiji: It's time for us to extract your video. Hope you're ready for that.

Miki: Y-you passed out the last time we did this to you though..

Miki: (to Eiji) Eiji-san, are you sure his body can handle this? He looks so weak..

Eiji: Well, if it can't, that's his problem. We still have to do it.

Akio: I-I'm still smart, right?..

Akio: ANSWER ME ALREADY!

Eiji: Ugh, you're still so annoying..

Eiji: Listen, have you ever thought that those kids liked the other guy more not because he was smarter than you, but because he was kinder than you?

Eiji: Sure, maybe his grades were bad, but at least he didn't treat his classmates like his servants.

Akio: ...

Miki: Miyagawa-san-

Eiji: Leave him alone. Let him think about it.

Akio: ...

Miki: Miyagawa-san, can you talk??

Akio: ...

Miki: Wait, what are you looking at?..

Eiji: Prisoner 001, Akio, sing your sins!

Akio: .. The sky was so beautiful that night, wasn't it, Chise?

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[ MV Description ]

The video starts with Akio waking up in a classroom and this scene has After Pain vibes at first, but when Akio opens his eyes and looks around, he sees that the whole classroom is on fire. He panics and tries to leave, but then he sees a note on his desk and reads it. He hesitates for a moment, but decides to take it with him and leaves the classroom.

"Ah, look at this, don't you think I deserve it?

That's what they all say, well, I have to disagree

I should've listened to you, I know

I want to say something like "Don't get too proud", but fine, you win this time"

When he leaves, he sees that his classmates are standing in the next room and there's no fire at all. The room looks completely white and this time we can actually see his classmates and they're not just silhouettes like in his first MV. Akio sees that some of his classmates are crying, some of them are shocked, some of them just can't believe that all of this is happening and he notices that they're actually standing in front of the picture of his victim. We can see his victim well and it appears to be a blond boy his age with light skin, freckles and dark pink eyes.

"Can't you all stop pretending already?

I know you'll cry for a day and forget about him right after that

Ah, look at this, don't you think he deserved it?

That's what they want to disagree with"

When Akio sees the photo, he tries to quietly walk away, but a female classmate notices him and points at him, making everyone else turn to him as well. Akio starts running away, but right when he thinks that he's not being followed, his classmates find him and he ends up being beaten by them.

"Come on, fight me, punch me, beat me to death,

Show me how you've really felt about me all this time

There's no one left to support me, no one left to call me "Your Majesty"

I guess it's time for me to admit my defeat"

As he starts to lose consciousness and closes his eyes, when he opens them, he sees that now he's locked in some kind of dungeon. The school theme of the MV changes to the royal one.

A couple of his classmates are dressed as knights now and they let him out, but they make him go somewhere, telling him that someone is waiting for him.

"Wait, are you telling me there's a chance that this can be fixed?

Is there a chance of me getting saved?

I knew you will help me again, just like you always do"

He realizes what they mean by that and his face lights up. He gets so excited that he runs there himself without any "help" from his classmates.

He opens the doors and everything looks much brighter and more beautiful now. The colors are mostly white and golden. He sees a figure with dark purple hair standing in the middle of the hall, his back turned to Akio.

"As always, you're here to rescue your king, aren't you?

I can't believe you're still so loyal to me

I promise, I'll thank you properly, so just help me out this one time"

Akio looks very happy to see that person and he runs to them. He reaches out his hand to them and the video gets even brighter, but then the figure turns to him, revealing himself to be his accomplice Arata and he doesn't look happy to see Akio at all.

"Ah yes, I forgot that you were the one who had ruled this place before me"

Before Akio can say anything, the setting changes again and now he's about to be executed in the same way his victim was executed in the first MV: he's about to get hanged.

Akio gets more and more nervous and then he sees Arata in the crowd and tries to beg him for help, but he looks away and ignores him, even though it's painful for him as well.

"Come on, I know you still love me

Why can't you save me this time too?

I can see the tears on your face

Don't look away from me, don't ignore my cries"

Akio also notices his own victim in the crowd, but he has a completely different face expression from the picture that was showed before: his eyes are empty, he isn't smiling at all and he has noticeable dark red marks on his neck. As the blond boy touches his neck, the marks get even more red and bloody and the blood gets on his fingers as well.

We see Akio about to be executed again and the video abruptly ends..

Except it doesn't.

Right after the sudden pause and the black screen, Akio opens his eyes again and we see everything from his POV.

Everything looks more distorted and glitchy now, but we can't hear the song anymore. We can only hear Akio struggling to breathe, him slowly choking and the sounds of his heartbeat. He keeps looking for someone, but then he sees that both Arata and his victim are no longer there and the video ends with him slowly closing his eyes and his heartbeat stopping.

#it's so funny that i'm posting this on the day a lot of people where i live are going back to school and like. considering akio's character-#and all. AND YES THAT WAS KINDA INTENTIONAL #(also i just didn't want to post it on his bday and i'll be busy this weekend)#but yay his victim's full name reveal! yes his victim was obvious but at least he has a last name now #if you want to know more about his name meaning his last name has kanji that means “joy” “many” and “to look at”#but yeah i think i will make a post with all victims' last names when all of them get revealed #(but i think that will happen only in s3 😔)#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#👑prisoner 001: miyagawa akio👑#🗡️guard 001: sanada eiji 🗡️#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼

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