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talkdutchtome · 1 year ago

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You Should Have Said No Chapter Five- Shake It Off

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / pierre gasly x reader )

summary . . . when your fiancé cheats on you, you strike up an unusual friendship with one of his closest friends, who just so happens to have had a crush on you since he set eyes on you. chaos ensues.

inspired by the works of miss taylor swift )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . shake it off- taylor swift)

warning . . . cheating, mental illness, angst, eventual smut, poorly translated french and dutch, swearing, mention of parent loss, emotionally abusive parent, slight social media au, kendall jenner as fc (potentially more i’ll add as i go along)

series masterlist . . . available here )

“Literally everyone does it Y/N, it’s a rite of passage after a breakup” Lila stresses at you, waving a pair of scissors in front of your face. She wants to cut your hair, claiming that it would help you forget about Pierre. Truth be told, you’re not even sure that you want to forget about Pierre, though you’d die before admitting that to Lila, who may kill you herself if you dared let those words pass through your lips. Whilst Lila worked on the West End theater scene in London now, she had spent years working on much smaller theater scenes so she had learned to cut hair so that her and her colleagues didn’t have to spend a good chunk of their small paycheck on their hair; so you knew that she definitely could cut your hair you just weren’t sure you wanted it cut. Pierre had once told you when you were 18 that he liked your hair long so naturally, you kept your hair that long ever since. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Pierre wouldn’t have had an issue if you did cut your hair, realistically he may not even remember that he told you he liked your hair long, but you remembered so you always kept your chocolate brown hair at the length it was when he said it. “Okay fine, just do it” you relented, sitting in front of her to allow her to begin to work on your hair.

After she had finished, she put a mirror in front of your face, enabling you to see your now shoulder length hair and as much as admitting she was right was painful for you; you had to admit not only did you look good but you also felt a freeing sense, like you were finally accepting that life was going to be different now, and maybe that’s okay. “It’s lovely, thank you Lila”

“Right okay time for outfits, I’m not sure what you’re wearing to the race yet but I know exactly want I want you to wear for the after party; you need to go full Princess Diana” The words that came out of her mouth made you laugh but you quickly realized that she was completely serious. “Okay what the hell do you mean by ‘full Princess Diana’, also you do know you’re not my personal stylist righy?”

“Oh, come on you know! The revenge dress!”

“My god you’ve lived in London for too long” You laughed at her but maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, there was every chance Pierre could come to this party and you were only human after all, you couldn’t help wanting to realize what he’s missing out on. Whilst you were weighing up your options regarding your evening wear, Lila had moved onto looking through her suitcase trying to find something for you to wear. “Now this is perfect!” hearing your best friend’s words made you look up to the outfit she was referring to. In her hands she held up a pair of light wash ripped boyfriend jeans and a black top that was really more of a bra than a top. Opening up your mouth to tell her no, you caugh sight of her face looking at you with pleading eyes and pouted lips. “Okay fine, give it here”

“Ohhh and this too?” she throws Max’s jacket at you, resulting in her receiving a death stare from you “Nope. Too far Lils” you told her trying to be serious but failing once she fell into fits of giggles, causing you to laugh like a mad man too.

“Uhh Y/N, have you been on Instagram lately?” Lila questioned with a worried tone in her voice, before you could answer her question, she had turned around her phone and showed you the post that she clearly thought you needed to see. Your eyes focused on the image in front of you and you quickly snatched the phone out of her hand to have a look. The fact that there were paparazzi as you got off Max’s private jet a few days ago had completely slipped your mind after a very stressful few days. “Oh fuck” you cursed at yourself, you didn’t even think how it looked for a driver's fiancée to be flying on a plane alone with a bunch of other drivers, but clearly the fans following the infamous F1 gossip page did. Reading through the comments, you saw countless people calling you a slut, alleging that you were sleeping with one of the drivers that you were pictured with, people worried and upset for Pierre; pretty much any derogatory word under the sun was used to describe your behavior. Just for a second you felt a flash of guilt, knowing that Pierre is defiantly going to see the post, but it quickly dawned on you that you shouldn’t have to feel guilty for having friends or for spending time with people who were looking after you after finding out that your finance had cheated on you. After the guilt subsided, anger took its place. How dare they criticize you for having friends, for daring to even be in the presence of men whilst Pierre could literally fuck another woman and there wasn’t a post about that, there wasn’t cameras in the club when Pierre actually did what people are accusing you of.

“You just need to ignore it Y/N, it’s not fair of course it isn’t but it’s also not important, just follow the advice of Taylor Swift and Shake it off” Lila spoke, knowing what was going through your head.

“Oh I was actually meant to say, have you spoken to Charles since everything happened?” she asked you, trying to change the topic of conversation as she could tell the gossip post.

“No actually, he messaged me literally the day after it happened as Pierre went to his house when I kicked him out but since then I haven’t heard anything since. Though he did phone you so I guess.” you told her and she scoffed, clearly not happy with that answer. “That’s really shitty of him, he’s been your friend for almost 15 years and all he can manage is one text. Though it doesn’t surprise me, he always was a dick.” her words made you laugh but you couldn’t help but agree with what she said, you had known Charles for almost as long as he knew Pierre and you were always close so you’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you that he hadn’t reached out since that first day. “Oh come on be fair Lila, he was a bit of a dick when we were 15 but he’s changed since then, he’s a good guy” you told her but she just scoffed again, clearly not ready to accept that he wasn’t the same Charles that broke her heart 12 years age.

Much to Lila’s dismay, upon your arrival at the track ready for the race, you were called into a meeting, leaving her alone for an hour, desperately searching for some entertainment, she ended up stumbling into Pierre. Whilst she tried to avoid his gaze and get away without speaking to him, she had no such luck. “Ugh what do you want?” she had asked him clearly pissed off that he wouldn’t let her slip away without having to acknowledge his presence. “Please just listen, I really need your advice” Pierre told the girl in front of him who rolled her eyes but gestured for him to continue. “I just don’t know what to do, I love Y/N so much and I know I fucked up, I really fucked up but I don’t want to live without her and every time I try to speak to her, I just seem to make it worse” his words caused Lila to laugh, earning her a death glare. “Look if she’s got any sense, she’ll never take you back, but I’ll tell you this; if she’ll ever be ready to take you back, she needs to heal first. Every time she sees you her heart breaks more and soon enough it’ll be broken beyond the point of no return. So, if you love her or ever did, you need to leave her alone, at least for a while” Lila told him, causing him to stand deeply in thought for a minute before speaking up again. “But what if I leave her alone to heal and she ends up falling for Max?” he asked her, with tears in his eyes threatening to spill over. “I’m going to be brutally honest with you Pierre, would that really be such a bad thing? You and I both know what a hard life she’s had, doesn’t she deserve love from someone who will never hurt her? Who will never make her look in the mirror and wonder what is wrong with her that the person who is supposed to love her went and slept with another woman.” Lila told him before turning around and walking away before he had a chance to respond.

Eventually the race started, and you were sat in Red Bull garage hospitality with Lila, things were going well for the first 15 laps until there was a crash that made your heart sink. Pierre had collided with Geroge Russell sending them both spinning. Before you even had the chance to think about the consequences, you were on your feet and running to the Alpine garage. In that moment nothing else mattered other than finding out if Pierre was safe, everything else was forgotten. In the time it took you to reach the garage, Pierre had come back and other than sporting a bit of a limp, he seemed fine; that was until he saw you and it looked like he was going to cry. Both of you were acutely aware of the fact that were countless engineers surrounding you who had no idea what was going on between the two of you; they were used to you being sat in the garage all weekend but this time you were nowhere to be found until right now when you ran in frantically. It was quite the picture, you both standing opposite each other, him trying not to cry and you trying to catch your breath, partly from the running but also from the creeping anxiety that sat in your stomach.

Eventually realizing that you weren’t going to say anything whilst surrounded by everyone, Pierre told the medic charged with checking him out that he was going into his driver's room to get his withings before they took him away to the medical center to be checked. As he walked, he gestured for you to follow him, so you did. “Are you okay? That looked really bad. I was so worried oh my god are you okay?” You rambled at him, not even giving him a chance to answer your questions. You were spiraling and he knew it, even though you could now see that he was okay, the initial fear you felt was the straw that broke the camel's back and every emotion that you had shoved down for the past week was making itself known. Pierre could see that you were shaking and crying, so on instinct he wrapped his arms around you, so tightly that it hurt because he knew you and he knew that’s what you needed when you got like this. “Shh baby it’s okay I’m okay. I know it was scary but I’m okay” He soothed you and stood with you in his arms until your breathing calmed down and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry for coming here Pierre, I just needed to know that you were okay” you told him before turning to walk away from him, once the anxiety had subsided you realized that coming here wasn’t the best thing to do, that letting him comfort you wasn’t really fair on either of you. Just as you reached the door handle you heard Pierre’s voice ask you the one question you really didn’t want him to ask- “Why did you come here?” You turned around to look at him, but you didn’t answer his question, how could you when you didn’t even know the answer yourself. “What is going on with you and Max?” He questions you again, upon realizing you weren't going to answer his first question. It’s the same thing he asked you days ago, but the way he asks is different now; there’s no venom in his voice, no taunting look in his eyes, there’s just sadness and a look of hopelessness. “He’s my friend. He’s really looked after me over this last week and I do really like him, but it’s not like that Pierre okay. He’s just a friend” you told him hesitantly, you’re aware that maybe it was best not to humor his question, but the anxiety attack you just had exhausted you and you truly did not have the energy to argue with him as to why it’s none of his business “He likes you Y/N, he always has” he told you. There were no words you could think of to say in response to him, so you just walked away.

After your interaction with Pierre, you went back to the garage with Lila where you both watched Max win the race by 30 seconds. Immediately following the race Lila had to leave to catch her plane back to London, you both cried as she left, vowing to not leave it so long until the next time you see each other again. Despite all of this and how much you loved her, you cursed her name when you arrived back in your hotel room and saw the dress, she left for you to wear. It was a tan mini dress that clung to your body tightly and stopped way higher up your thighs than you ideally would have liked; to put it bluntly it was almost the exact opposite of something you would chose to wear but as it was the only option available, you had to accept that you would be out of your comfort zone and get ready for the party. Just as you were getting ready to head to the club you remembered the last words that Lila had said to you just before she left “Make sure you post on Instagram how hot you look just in case Pierre isn’t at the party, a revenge dress isn’t a revenge dress if the person doesn’t see it” you laughed at her words but did what she said anyway, knowing that she wouldn’t leave you alone until you relented anyway.

The second you walked in the club, you caught sight of table that Max and everyone were sat at. Even though it was a Red Bull party Max did mention that others would be coming so you weren’t surprised to see Lando and Daniel sat alongside him. As soon as Max spotted you, he was up on his feet, making the short journey from his table to the bar where you stood.

“Hey Max congratulations, such a good race.” You told him, smiling sincerely at him. “Y/N I’m so good you’re here! I was worried you weren’t going to come. What are you drinking?” The Dutchman asked you, smiling ear to ear, clearly on a high from his win. Usually, you didn’t drink much in clubs, often finding that it ends up making your anxieties worse, but you couldn’t help but feel that this was a night where you deserved to let go a little bit and actually get drunk for once. “Ohh maybe tequila?” you suggested earning yourself a cheeky grin from the man in front of you, who leant forward and ordered four shots of tequila from the bartender before calling Lando and Daniel over to give them their shots. As you stood at the bar with the three men taking your shots, you couldn’t help but think about the gossip post from earlier; you realized that as you were in a public club, anyone could easily take a photo of the four of you and use it to fuel more rumors. Part of you wanted to walk away from them, to not give people anymore ammunition to use against you, but the other part of you didn’t care what anyone else was going to do or say and just wanted to have a good time with your newly found friends. Deciding to listen to the part of you who just said ‘Fuck it let me have fun’ you ordered more shots and let yourself just enjoy the company you were in.

After an hour or so passed, you could feel how tipsy you started to become and decided that you had probably drunk enough; that was until you saw Charles and Pierre walk into the club and immediately decided to buy and drink a lot more alcohol. You sat at the Red Bull table with Max and his friends for a while more until you saw that Pierre had left Charles sat by himself for a moment and with your decision-making skills inebriated, you decided to go and confront him.

“Oh hey Y/N” Charles spoke as you walked towards him. “Don’t ‘hey y/n’ me Charles you’re such a dick” you told him perhaps a bit more aggressively than you had meant, slurring your speech whilst you were at it too. He just gave you a confused look. “I can’t believe I’ve barely heard from you Charles. I know you’re Pierres friend I get that, but you’re my friend too. I’ve known you for almost 15 years and all I get from you when my life literally falls apart is one text? I get you called Lila and I appreciate it, God knows I needed her here. But I also needed you. I’m not asking you to pick my side or drop Pierre, but it would have been nice to feel like you didn’t drop me.” You ranted at him, and he just looked at his feet, clearly ashamed at his behavior. “I know, I’m really sorry. I did want to reach out, but I just didn’t know how” he spoke, and you could tell that he did genuinely feel bad. You were going to say something else to him in response, but you suddenly saw Pierre approaching and decided that being around him in this state definitely was not the best idea. “I should go” you told Charles before turning to walk away. “I am really sorry Y/N, phone me when you get home to Monaco and we’ll arrange to do something” Charles called out after you just as Pierre rejoined him, earning him a funny look from his friend.

The need to drink came back after that conversation with Charles so you grabbed another couple of shots for you and Max before walking back to the table, and after taking them all you wanted to do was dance. With Lila being gone, the next best person to dance with was Max so you grabbed his hands and dragged him onto the dance floor. This was completely out of character for you, with you usually being the quiet person sat in the corner at a club but despite that and despite the fact that you knew that Pierre was burning a hole in your back watching the two of you, you completely let yourself go and danced with Max. The dancing started fun, with the two of you jumping around to Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off (the irony was not missed on you even in your very drunk state), however after a while the copious amounts of alcohol you had drank started to catch up on you and Max eventually declared that you probably needed to head home and that he would acompany you to make sure that you got in safely.

The journey in the uber was proabably around 30 minutes, although it didn’t at all feel like that. You spent the whole journey talking to Max about pretty much everything that came into your head, you told him about how you and Lila met Charles and Pierre and how the four of you became best friends, you told him about your love for Taylor Swift and your desperation for Eras Tour tickets, you even told him about the time you met Christan Horner’s wife Geri for the first time and completely embarrassed yourself by gushing over her and telling her how obsessed you were with the Spice Girls when you grew up. And the whole time he sat there and listened to you, he didn’t just listen to the important stuff you had to say like you often felt Pierre did, but he sat there and listened just the same when you were rambling on about something silly and insignificant. He was completely attentive, and it made you feel like you could tell him absolutely anything. He then walked you all the way up to your hotel door just so he knew that you were home and safe. “You looked so beautiful tonight Y/N” he told you but it looked like he regretted in straight away when you just looked at him unsure what to say back to him. “Goodnight, thank you for a good night” He spoke again before turning to leave. “Wait Max” you called after him and he turned around to ask you what it is you wanted but stopped when he felt your hands come up to the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. Your lips touched only for a second and your touch was so faint that Max could have thought that he had maybe imagined it if not for the riot of butterflies took flight in the depths of his stomach, their wings fluttering in harmony with the newfound spark that had ignited between the two of them. Before Max had a chance to say anything you closed the door on him before walking to the bed and flopping onto it. In spite of the amount that you had drank, you had never felt more sober than you did right now, in the aftermath of your first kiss with Max. You wanted to cry, you wanted to laugh, you wanted to scream, you wanted to run after Max and kiss him again but in the end all you do is just lay on your bed and attempt to follow the piece of advice that Lila had given you earlier in the day, you just shook it off and went to sleep.

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petruchio · 3 months ago

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this may have been an old post, but yes i would love to hear your theory of midnights being a matty soft launch but she and joe made up.

yesss ofc i posted it in its entirety here 😈

so that’s my full track by track analysis but basically the theory is that it was originally a matty launch album and we see this in: the opening being about wanting to stay in a comfortable relationship but almost immediately pivoting to romanticizing the past (maroon, a lyric that returns on ttpd) and then asking if there’s still a chance/if the other person regrets the breakup too in question…?

then i think labyrinth and mastermind just make sense as matty launch songs, “it only hurts this much right now, ill be getting over you my whole life” sound like goodbye lyrics to joe imo and then mastermind i have puzzled over for YEARS until it occurred to me that it could be a matty song and then it actually makes sense (i laid the groundwork; and now you’re mine)

then there’s all the comparisons of matty and outer space (that return in down bad) that show up throughout midnights too (your eyes are flying saucers from another planet; does it feel like everything’s just like second best after that meteor strike?; once upon a time the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned)

and it makes sense too that hits different is a joe song!! it was so weird that midnights was a return to form of the autobiographical diaristic writing and then the bonus track was hits different which was … a breakup song about a ltr that is harder to get over than any other relationship? HM?! and then hits different is all over ttpd — “is it you? or they come to take me away?/i was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me” and “i used to switch out these kens i’d just ghost/i felt more when we played pretend than with all the kens” and “like waiting for a bus that never comes/i died on the altar waiting for the proof”

but then i think the 3am tracks are the “jk we made up” tracks, i think that’s why the first 3am track is the great war (cause we survived the great war) and the last one is dear reader (you should find another guiding light; never take advice from someone who’s falling apart) but they were clearly added LATER which is why they took forever to be put on any of the physical edition. some other songs like glitch and paris are legit “cutting room floor” tracks but i think tgw and dear reader were the main ones that she wanted to add onto the album to change the narrative.

so yeah. my theory is that midnights was originally conceived as a matty launch and then was reworked to be the “lol just my late night musings” album after she and joe patched things up. and that’s why it is … what it is

#answered #anonymous #taylor swift #ts midnights

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violetwitch12087 · 8 months ago

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Hi!! Can I please request an angst fic about Kit Walker and a female reader, with both being patients in Briarcliff? Specific plot entirely up to ur imagination. Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes i love this idea so much thank you for requesting my love mwahhh🫶 also sincere apologies i have not been active at all😰

Also warnings: mentions of racism, physical altercation, mentions of murder, punishment by cane, and mentions of attempted sewerside as well as SH 🙀

You and kit both got sent to the asylum but kit ends up getting into an altercation and you take the blame, making him feel bad and you both eventually end up telling each other what happened to get into the asylum

Innocent (kit kit bo bit banananana fo fit fe fi mo mit kit)

Kit groans as water is thrown at his naked body harshly he finally gets 'clothes' to put on and he gets sent to the common room an angry and confused look on his face i watch as he walks past everyone there seems like theres something different in him but i cant put my finger on it, i watch as he looks around the room unsure and confused, i watch his every move, wondering if i should try to talk to him or help him

He aimlessly wanders around the room he walks over to the record player and i notice hes about to turn the song off, i take one last hit of the cigarette bud in between my fingers before pressing the red hot bud into a tray the smoke burning out, i stand up and walk over to him, gently grabbing his arm, he turns to me quickly, looking confused at me

"come over here, you don't wanna turn that song off" i say, gesturing over to the couch i was sitting on, he hesitantly walks over to me, unsure if he should trust me, i sigh and sit on the couch, he sits down next to me "you're new here right?" I ask turning to him and he nods "yeah, i am" he says and i nod, "you don't seem to be out of it or anything, why'd they throw you in here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me "its... a long story.." i nod, not wanting to pry

"well be careful, that song stays on for as long as me and you are here, they'll go crazy without it, trust me ive learned all the rules the hard way, and sister jude doesn't mess around about anything, you'll be lucky if you walk out her office with only 5 wounds, getting the cane is not enjoyable unless youre into that sorta thing, i dont judge" i say, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well and see if i should befriend him or if hes actually crazy like the rest of the people in here, a slight small smile appears on the corner of his mouth but quickly vanishes "ill make sure to keep that in mind" he says, starting to slightly want to continue talking to me

A small smile comes onto my face but it goes away as soon as it came "good, if you have any questions just ask me alright?" I assure and he gives a small nod slightly unsure if he should trust me "also, before i forget, im y/n" i introduce myself and he nods "kit" he adds and i nod testing his name out on my tongue "kit... is it short for something?" he nods "yeah, maybe ill tell you in the future what its short for" he says and i slightly snarl playfully "oh so you're a tease?" I add and i see the corner of his mouth lift again "maybe"

i sigh and lean back in my seat, playfully rolling my eyes "then lets see how this plays out kitty" i call him a silly nickname i made up on spot and his lip tilts slightly more up "you're right, lets see" he sits back in his chair, maybe this won't be as bad as i thought...

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Kits been in the asylum for about a week or two and we've actually gotten closer which is surprising, i sit on the couch in the main room and kit walks over to sit next to me, just as kit is about to talk to me about something a big guy comes over and stands in front of us "arent you bloody face?" he snarls at kit and he quickly catches my attention, bloody face? "You dont know what you're talking about" kit snarls

"i heard you killed women yeah? and the last one was your wife, heard she was a colored woman, you couldn't handle the fact that people wouldnt accept you guys right? you hated the fact you were with a colored woman?" he tempts and kit quickly stands up and shoves the man, the man smirks and lifts his fist back before his fist collides with kits nose

I quickly rush over, grabbing the guy by the hair and attempting to pull him away making him wince and grab my wrist tightly, he twists my wrist and i wince out, quickly kicking him in the balls causing him to groan and bend over his legs pressed tightly together groans of pain escaping him, i turn to kit and quickly rush over to him attempting to clean the blood dripping from his nose when the doors open and sister jude comes walking in with some guards

i try to get kit from off the floor to act normal but its no use, the guards come over and detain all three of us, harshly grabbing our arms and wrists as they guide us to sister judes office, i know whats coming and i try to mentally prepare myself

We walk into the office and sister jude glares at us "what happened in there?" she snarls and kit tries to explain himself "that guy in there started it, he was tempting me" kit explains and she scoffs "no wonder you sinners get tempted so easily for too many things" she snarls and walks over to her case opening it, revealing her canes, she runs her fingers over the canes before picking one up, its a longer one with some leather on the handle "15 each." She says sternly and my eyes widen

She grabs kit and bends him over the desk, the back of his gown opens slightly revealing his ass, i watch as she lifts the cane and is about to swing it when i stop her "wait! no, its was all me, i tempted him, kit just got in the way, i swear!" I plead, taking the blame, i watch as she grabs kit and he stands up, he looks at me with an unexplainable look, one thats almost a mixture of confused and the opposite of relief and almost disbelief

Kit gets taken out of the room, looking at me with a pleading look, its not another moment until i find my face getting pressed against the desk, my dress getting pulled up to reveal my ass instead this time, til i feel a sharp sting on my ass, i wince out and another gets placed making me wince and grip the desk, another gets placed and more groans and winces escape me as i dig my nails into the wood and its not long till i take all 30 hits

Eventually i get thrown back out into the common room, my eyes seem slightly puffy and i walk over to kit, i go to sit down but wince when my bottom hits the seat, he looks at me with guilt and almost relief now "holy shit, y/n are you okay?" He asks and i nod "im fine, i swear" i half lie, and he places a hand on my shoulder and i meet his gaze "im so fucking sorry, you shouldnt have taken the blame, you should've let me, fuck im so sorry y/n" he apologizes and my gaze softens, i gently cup his cheek with one of my hands "im fine kitty, i promise." I reassure and he nods softly, his eyes soft like ive never seen before

"did you only get 15?" He asks and i shake my head "15 twice, so 30" i say and his eyes widen "fuck, no y/n theres no way you're possibly okay" he says and my thumb gently rubs against his cheek "i promise i am kitty, its not the first time ive gotten the cane okay?" He nods hesitantly before unexpectedly hugging me out of nowhere, i hesitate for a moment before hugging him back for a moment

I finally let go and sigh softly "it'll be okay kitty" i whisper and he nods "ill take your word.." he whispers and i feel something i havent in a while when i look into his eyes, but i quickly look away remembering what that guy said "uhm, was what that guy said true?" I ask softly and kit sighs slightly stressed

"no, i swear, ill tell you but you have to promise not to hate me or think im crazy after" he pleads and i nod, what could be so bad? "Okay, i promise kitty" he nods and hesitates for a moment before speaking "the night everything happened i was having a normal day, i was working at my gas station and dealing with assholes, i went home to my wife after getting fucked around with by my 'friend' and some of his pals, me and her were together until she went to go finish dinner for me and thats when i saw lights coming through the window" he says and my head tilts "lights?"

He nods "i thought it was my friend and his pals again, but it wasnt till i found myself getting thrown against the ceiling with everything else in my house, everything fell including me and i saw a big light, they took me, i dont know where or what they were, but i know that they werent human, they did something, I'm not sure what, i- i dont know what happened, next thing i know i find myself getting accused for murders i didnt and would never do, i would have never done that to my wife.." he finishes and im sat there half in shock

"i... actually believe you.." i whisper in disbelief and he looks at me in disbelief as well "you actually do?" I nod and he sighs in relief "i promise im not crazy, im gonna figure out what the fuck happened no matter what i have to do" he says and i nod "i-ill help." i blurt out without thinking and i see the corner of his mouth lift "really?" he asks and i nod "ill do anything to get the both of us out of here kit, i know we're both innocent.." he nods

"speaking of, what happened to get you in here?" he asks and i hesitate for a moment "u-uhm well, i guess it's only fair, but before i was admitted i had issues with anger issues and would snap at people without realizing causing people to dislike me, and i eventually got really depressed and my parents werent very good people, so one day when my parents werent home getting drunk after an argument i went into their room and grabbed pills from their restroom" i pause for a moment, a sigh escaping me as kit looks at me with sympathy

"i grabbed the pills and i took them all, i went to the kitchen and i was hurting myself and sobbing like an absolute mess, i still remember when the pills started to kick in and i started to regret it a lot, i could feel myself getting sick and my mouth drooling from the urge to throw up, i passed out on the floor and woke up with my parents above me, they said my mouth was starting to slightly foam and they took me to the hospital before sending me here because they couldnt and didnt want to handle me, i couldnt be trusted alone for really long time.." i finally finish talking, my gaze meets his and his eyes are filled with sympathy, he reaches out and grabs my hand catching me off guard

"you're doing great, im really proud of you for doing better now, despite the situation we're in" he admits and i feel something in my stomach, almost a fluttery feeling, are these...butterflies?

"t-thank you, kit.." i ask slightly in disbelief, used to getting called 'mental' or 'crazy' instead, he nods and gently squeezes my hand "i swear to do everything i can to help you and protect you y/n, i cant let myself let you get hurt" i look at him with soft eyes before abruptly hugging him once more, ive never felt like this towards someone, even outside the asylum

"dont worry y/n, we'll make it out of here together.." he reassures, "also, its kitson.." he says and i look at him confused "that's what kits short for, kitson.." he says and i find myself smiling slightly "cute name kitty.." maybe this wont be that bad...

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YIIPPPIIIEEEE I ACTUALLY MADE ANOTHER IMAGINE GUYS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF anywhooo i hope u enjoy im really really sorry with how long i took i have not been motivated at all for like a year until recently 💀 i was goin through shit n wasnt doin good mentally but im all good now and i have a sweet loving girlfriend so life is good chat im actually very happy trust.

#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x female reader #kit walker x reader #kit walker #kitson henry walker #evan peters ahs #ahs #ahs asylum #ahs imagines #kit walker imagine #mwah ily

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natsmagi · 8 months ago

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idek how to listen to the new album but tsumugi "goodnight kiss" is haunting me

DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE WHOLE SONG IS LIKE. BEYOND INSANE. I CANT EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS.

LIKE WHAT?????????? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING???????????????????????? theres so many things that can be said about this whole song BUT IM SO DUMBFOUNDED I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO ARTICULATE MYSELF. THE DAY WE MET. ILL COME SEE YOU WHENEVER YOU WANT. GOODNIGHT KISS. EVEN IF YOU FORGET. IM CLUTCHING MY SKULL OVER HERE

ESP THE "EVEN IF YOU FORGET" LINE FUCKS ME UP SO BAD BC LIKE. ALL I CAN THINK OF IS WONDER GAME. WHERE NATSUME WOULD PESTER TSUMUGI ABOUT HIS HAIR. being all Why dont u just cut it. why do u continue to cling onto it? WHEN THE REASON HES CLINGING ONTO IT IS BECAUSE OF THE PROMISE THEY MADE AS KIDSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! AND WHENEVER TSUMUGI REFERENCES THEIR TIME AS KIDS HE OFTEN ADDS A "you may not remember this, but--" AND I JUST AURGUFHUJSJFSUAGFAUHSUIJHASKJIFHAJSFJHFJGH whatever. EVERYONE STFU IM STILL PROCESSING THIS

#ignore the she pronoun this is MTL you know how it is with the jp language #BUT HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #one day i will properly dissect this song and natsumes BUT YOU NEED. TO GIVE ME TIME #BC IVE YET TO RECOVER #ask #ALSO JUST THE WHOLE THEME OF SLEEPING WHEN IN THE WONDER GAME PROLOGUE WE HAD TSUMUGI SLEEP #AND REMINISCE ON HIS TIME WITH NATSUME AS KIDS #BUT WHATEVER WHATEVER THIS IS SO STUPID #I HATE THEM

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auromelt · 1 year ago

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since all four are played by idols, who among fujio tsukasa ryo and kohei do you think can sing and who can’t

oh i like this question 👁️ i’ve thought about it before, when the four of them released that ost (which btw is gunning for my soty on spotify wrapped). the actors are all such great singers it makes me feel a bit crazy that we’ll probably never get another song from them together 😒 but anyways onto the question! and i’m gonna add a little bit of karaoke headcanon because i’m mentally ill and i can’t stop thinking about it now.

can sing: ryo, tsukasa

can’t sing: fujio

will not ever sing unless for ryo: kohei

all four actors sing very well btw, so this next part purely refers to the characters. just a disclaimer. i spent some time on godforsaken nct stan twt the ppl there are literally insane.

headcanons

let’s imagine them in a karaoke setting. somehow all four of them ended up in a room together and no fights have erupted. here they’re just friends and not enemies where one side tried to kidnap and murder the other.

this will be a bit shippy because well… hehe :3 if you don’t wanna see that just stop reading at the part about the bill

fujio’s the first to grab the mic and he sqwaks into it. his lack of talent is absolutely incredible. tsukasa’s ears actually bleed a little.

like if anyone’s watched kaguya-sama love is war, it’s like shirogane trying to sing. he simply shouldn’t.

i imagine like… an akb song playing or something. or maybe like yoasobi and LiSA. but whoever it is, fujio is ruining the prestige of their musical careers by singing their songs.

but he’s having so much fun that nobody actually has the heart to stop him and he thinks he sounds great.

“nobody” until kohei snaps and grabs the mic and shoves it into ryo’s hands instead, instead of telling fujio he literally sucks, he just accuses him of hogging the mic and says it’s ryo’s turn

fujio pulls out the second mic and is like great suzaki lets duet 🤩 and tsukasa’s like erm no. and snatches the mic away and tsukasa and ryo do a duet which actually sounds pretty great

fujio: “you guys are just okay i guess :/” amagai: “you’re literally delusional”

anyways back to tsukasa and ryo, they sound incredible alone and together, it’s literally like listening to a live concert. fujio’s always known tsukasa can sing so he’s not surprised but this is all of their first times hearing ryo sing and who knew he possessed pipes like that. kohei might have to nepo him into a singing career at the end of the session

one song later and ryo’s trying to pass kohei the mic and kohei's like hell no. he already had no plans to sing but going after tsukasa and ryo is basically like trying to kill his own pride. he urges ryo to go ahead and tells him he liked hearing ryo sing, which makes ryo blush and tsukasa roll his eyes.

after a few songs, since they’re fair, they let fujio back on the mic before he can start sulking over it. back to torture. kohei walks out for “air” but really he’s just sick of hearing fujio’s voice

meanwhile, ryo seems to be the only person to not realise fujio can’t sing and he enjoys singing with fujio so they do a duet with the two microphones they were provided and fujio is delighted. he decides ryo has to be his karaoke buddy from now on because he’s “finally found someone who appreciates his talent and real music”

kohei ends up with the bill even though he didn’t even sing once and tsukasa and fujio leave immediately like peace out have fun settling that

szam part :3 (separated bc i feel nice today. don’t get used to it. szam are soulmates in my head.)

first, whether they’re dating or not is completely up to u, but there are definitely feelings involved 🙏

since fujio and tsukasa dipped, kohei and ryo are alone now and kohei’s like goddamn they’re finally gone and he drags ryo back to the room and extends their session another 45 minutes and tosses the mic to ryo like okay sing for me

kohei picks out all the songs from the machine that he wants ryo to sing for him and ryo does without a complaint, happy that kohei likes his voice, even if he’s a little shy with kohei’s gaze fixated on him while he sings and there are no more other people to lessen the intensity of the atmosphere

kohei makes sure ryo drinks enough water so his throat doesn’t shrivel up from all the singing and he kinda feels like a manager of a top idol which is not a pleasant feeling because in what world would he ever have to take orders from anyone? but it’s ryo so he just finds it kinda cute instead.

when the final song comes on, it’s a duet and ryo hesitates a little before offering kohei the other mic and looking at him with pleading eyes and kohei cant say no to those eyes or ryo’s hopeful expression. he takes the mic and joins ryo for the duet

kohei’s voice is mid. he’s not awful like fujio but he’s not good like ryo and tsukasa it’s just extremely mid. but because ryo is a bum loser who is in love with him, kohei sounds amazing to him and they finish the duet together with ryo beaming at him and kohei just smiling back, both fond and exasperated.

did i ever mention that kohei is like completely incapable of denying ryo anything in the auromelt cinematic universe? because he can’t

kohei makes ryo promise he’ll go with kohei to a studio he plans to rent and record some songs so kohei can add them to his playlist and he Would offer to make ryo an industry plant in the music industry as well but he doesn’t because he can’t imagine ryo getting fans and him having to share ryo’s attention

anyways big tl;dr ryo is unexpectedly the best singer of the four followed closely by tsukasa and then there’s a wall and then it’s kohei and then there’s 6 more walls and behind them is fujio. on that note, fujio and ryo are now karaoke buddies who go every 3 weeks or so. kohei always joins them just to listen to ryo, but he only sings when no one else but ryo is around.

#high & low #high&low #suzaki ryo #high & low the worst x #high&low the worst x #amagai kohei #amazaki #suzaama #🦙 anons #takajo tsukasa #hanaoka fujio

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eric-the-bmo · 1 year ago

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[John Doe, the Monstrous]

"Keep the wolf from the cattle."

"She's no safer with him than she is with you."

As a witch-cursed monster, John Doe is a man who only wants love; However, despite being confined to a human form, his monstrous instincts still reside- resulting in bouts of violent hunger, ruined relationships, and self-hatred.

After accidentally revealing his nature to the rest of the main characters, John has failed to repair his once-budding relationships with them, and most view him as a source of danger.

(An explanation for the quotes, each image, and the board in a unified picture will be under the Read More, as well as a bit of rambling):

It's been a while since I've made a board like this, and I forgot how strangely enjoyable it is to see it all come together.

There were multiple routes I could've gone for this board: his love for humanity, emphasis on his self-hatred and idolization issues, his violent hunger and how it ties into his want for love, but I went with the flow and ended up with a general board; a vaguely ominous one, with the blow softened by the query if he can be loved.

The quote below the board ("She's no safer with him than she is with you") is a direct line from John's story, where Louis states in a conversation with John he's as much a threat to Song as the current monster they're up against [John didn't take kindly to this statement, since while the monster is acting with ill intent, he himself is at least trying to be benevolent.]

Panel Elaboration: {going left to right, starting at the top row & working our way down}:

The antlers have been on his pinterest board for a while; it's a call to his deer imagery, and of coursse the fact he was heavily inspired by the Not Deer cryptid. He even grew a pair of antlers when he first revealed his more monstrous side.

I think with with how the hair is covering most of the face here- and how it's more of a side profile- only adds to the intrigue of this board. Something about how the lack of clear face only adds to the monstrous/cryptid energy. (perhaps turning away/leaving so others won't get hurt?)

The road illuminated by headlights is actually in reference to his backstory- upon turning into a human, he ran out onto a road and ended up meeting what would eventually become his first (and, currently, only) friend. The woods were also his primary hunting grounds as a monster, and can be seen on the edges of the road.

John's story mainly takes place in a suburb; Additionally his monstrous nature and instincts fully showed themselves during the Season One finale, when he was searching for a monster at midnight- so the time of the image fits great.

As mentioned before, the question of "but who could love me?" ties into John's core belief (that he cannot be loved if people know he's a monster) and one of his core character traits (desire for love and company). To me, this line, in tangent with the rest of the violent images, implies his sense of self-hatred.

As for the teeth: While John is inspired by the Not Deer, there's been a continuous trend throughout the story (and his official playlist) of associating him with dog/wolf imagery. Additionally, nearly every attack John has done has been with his maw.

John's second method of harm would be his claws; He hasn't used them much, but I wanted to include images for both of his attack methods- this could also be symbolic of his attempted self-restraint. Truly, I just needed to fill this part of the board up.

The term "witch-cursed" was used to describe John earlier in this post- around three years ago, John, as a monster, had attempted to attack a witch who was practicing a ritual in its woods. Her ritual backfired from its attack, resulting it being bound to a human form. This spiral of stones in a forest clearing is meant to be the ritual setup for the spell she was trying to attempt.

Finally, the bloodied sidewalk steps are meant to be for the scene in the Season One finale in which John attacked Song in a frenzy by attempting to tear out her throat. I feel like the image of blood adds to the image of him being a dangerous creature; if it weren't here, the message probably wouldn't have been properly conveyed.

His story's hiatus is ending tomorrow, and I'm looking forward for his tale (and subsequent suffering) to continue.

"He's a bit of a tragedy, isn't he?"

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quinnonimp · 2 years ago

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i cant stop thinking abt this so i have to take it to tumblr, but GODDDDDDDD this is SUCH a ctntduo song in the perspective of cquackity im collapsing to the ground and exploding into a million pieces

ive been a fan of this song for a very long time, but for some reason never realized how much of a ctntduo (well, mostly cquackity) song it is. i rly rly would love to write down ALLLL my thoughts on this bc im unreasonably brainrotting rn - but FUCK am i terrible at analysis, so ill just give some simple 1k word food for thought. feel very welcome to add on any more interpretations

these lyrics kinda speak for themselves i mean cmon

Catch my breath and hold it for me I'm wasting my time, trying to make up my mind

im not rly sure how to interpret the first line other than a kiss (especially shotgunning, with the mention of the cigarette later on n just general "catching my breath")? and im so sorry

but, if we are to commit to the kiss narrative; the second line would be cq trying to figure out as to whether hes in love with cwil, "wasting [his] time, trying to make up [his] mind". he sees this as a waste of time not only because it frustrates him and its smth so difficult to figure out compared to how miniscule it seems, but he knows cwilbur will just leave him eventually anyway, so why is he thinking so much about it?

also the "and hold it for me" line could be accentuated by cq wanting cwil to hold onto smth of his (in this case his breath ig lmao). coincidentally tying into his desperation for legacy - but in a much more personal and intimate way

I'm sitting here as the chandelier is whispering in my ear Saying, can I get a cigarette? No you'll never be mine

idunno how to interpret cwilbur as a chandelier (if i saw him as the sun of their dynamic then that would def be smth, but that title belongs to cq). if thought of broadly, could be cq viewing him as smth of value? his light? a holder of many candles? just a pretty object? fuck knows

but, nonetheless; the "chandelier" is cwilbur, whispering into cquackitys ear, either literally whispering into his ear, or just cwil trying to persuade him. could be some sort of silly mind game where he'll ask if he can get a cigarette, in his little cwilbur way, and somehow get smth out of it. like, he'll ask, and wether he does or doesnt get the cigarette, thatll insinuate smth. the "im sitting here" is just cq sitting in his office as cwilbur annoys him btw lol

cq then declines. he tells himself cwilbur will never be his, so he shouldnt try, its not worth it. (the line could be interpreted as a way of saying "we'll never be in such a peaceful setting where you can ask smth from me so casually", idunno)

and if we're going into the shotgunning side of things; cwilbur could be asking for a cigarette to do the same thing quackity did to him - resulting in the "no youll never be mine" as cquackitys (mental or vocal) response. like, "no, your breath will never be my possesion (mine)". AND AND if we're stretching this further; the "no youll never be mine" could mean cquackity not wanting to hold onto smth of cwilburs, not wanting to commit to a thing he knows will fall apart (or, also, evaporate haha). this can be seen competitively aswell

Can you come around tonight? And sing me a lullaby

even if cquackity tells cwil to get out of his country, and keeps pushing him away, he doesnt actually mean it. he wants cwil to come and he likes their competition, their dynamic, the attention, and he realizes hes lonely without it

the lullaby could either mean cq wanting cwil to sing him a song like at nikis bday party, or just wanting comfort from his rival. he could be yearning for their relationship to become softer, more vulnerable, less hateful, something so sweet as a lullaby, even if he knows its impossible

Just take my heart and break it Can you come around tonight?

cq again thinking falling in love is worthless, or wanting cwilbur to just get it over with and break his heart already so they dont have to keep the painful momentum lingering on. maybe give cq a final reason to truly hate this man

yet even when cquackity wants cwilbur to get it over with, his yearning persists, and he again just wants cwilbur to keep coming, keep pursuing him

its also a juxtaposition to the softness from the pair of lines above these, where cq knows he cant have the lullaby, so might aswell go for what he knows is possible - something harsh. what hes used to

I might be the enemy But nothing quite hits like you (No)

cq acknowledging their rivalry, understanding if cwilbur wouldnt wanna come over or stay with him .

but he also acknowledges the way "nothing quite hits like [cwilbur]", in the metaphorical sense of a drug. hes addicted to their rivalry, aswell as cwilbur as a person. if we wanna stretch this further, it can also funnily coincide with wilburs drug van beginnings, now cwilbur being the drug

the "(no)" in the end could be cq telling himself to stop feeling like this, stop wasting time on his rival, when hes got other things to do. to stop thinking of cwilbur as smth he cant let go of

SOOOOO FUCKING POGTOPIA ERA CORE WAAAAAAA

Take this pen and write for me Oh write me a song and I'll try to forget it

these first 2 lines can be interpreted as nikis bday party, singing and writing (parody) songs to each other. iirc cquackity would ask cwilbur for songs, but dont take my word for that lmao. also a thing to note is cq offering smth to cwilbur (a pen), to get smth in return (a song)

i have some thoughts on the "ill try to forget it" but no clue how to write them down tbh. sorry

Oh I'm standing there, as the man upstairs Comes crashing through the ceiling Saying where's my fucking cigarette? With fire in his eyes

the "man upstairs" is obv cschlatt, "crashing through the ceiling", "fire in his eyes" as hes being harsh and demanding, cq just standing there having to take it. "man upstairs" can be either interpreted as god (which we wont be interpreting as but might aswell mention lmao), or someone in power - which obviously cschlatt is. holding both legal and emotional power over cquackity

this could be either pre-nikis bday party (white house incident), post (the contract signing thing), or just cquackitys time with cschlatt in general

the bitterness of schlatt demanding "wheres my fucking cigarette?", which has him expecting cquackity to give him something, give him what he wants, because he knows he'll get it as cq has no other option - can be juxtaposed by the more gentle whispering request of "can i get a cigarette?" by cwilbur from earlier in the song, where depending on the tone theres a possibility itll have strings attached and be a manipulative tactic, or just be a simple casual request from a friend. if we're going for the softer route; then cwilbur doesnt know whether he'll get what he wants from cq, so he doesnt demand it. he just asks, takes his chance

Can you come around tonight And sing me a lullaby Just take my heart and break it When you come around tonight? I might be the enemy But nothing quite hits like you

my interpretations r the same, but this time, with the "when you come around tonight", he knows cwilbur is coming. its their routine. plus cq no longer has the "(no)" at the ending line, as hes accepted his feelings now

though what could accentuate that difference further is with the last set of lines

But as all my patience Starts to dry And my feet leave skids across the sand Then I'll know that you've won

cq could be growing impatient with cwilburs incompetence, or smth to do with him growing impatient at how theyre afraid of seeing each other after what happened in ho16. theres 100% potential for a better interpretation though

then we have the sands of las nevadas being skid ofc. this could be interpreted as cquackity kicking the sand in frustration at the prospect of wilbur winning or cq losing (haha) his patience. OR with the more proper definition of skidding; cq frantically searching for cwil as hes left for utah, leaving "skids across the sand" (<- and if we're going with this narrative; the "but as my patience starts to dry" applies to him searching for cwil but losing his patience, or losing his patience at how theyre afraid of seeing each other so he takes the first initiative, but not finding him)

he realizes their competition has ended, and while it doesnt particularly fit their characters to have any of them win - in cquackitys perspective it could either be cwil winning as hes gotten a happy ending, or having yet another person in his life leave him in the dust (or, well, sand)

And I'll run Back to where I came from

i actually dont rly know what to interpret this as if im gonna be honest

i guess at face value with the "cq searching for cwil" narrative, him going back to las nevadas, or more specifically his office, sitting down in defeat (also another possible case of cwilbur "winning", cq not being able to find him). could aswell be cq going to the lmanberg crater? if we're taking the "back to where i came from" more seriously. even though cq didnt come from lmanberg, i guess its the closest thing to where he came from in the dsmp in this sense, and ties more into cwilbur

"though what could accentuate that difference further is with the last set of lines"

now going to what i said a little earlier, what i mean by it is what makes cquackitys newfound acceptance more emotional is the way its immediately followed by cwilbur leaving him, his heart being taken and broken just as he asked, but not how he wanted. which makes the word "skid" a lot more potent, as hes frantic in his search for the man hed finally accepted his love for

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and yknow whats the most fucked up if u havent actually listened to the song yet?? the slot machine noises in the bg. please this is such a cquackity song

also, as im almost done writing all this, i realize the genius page has a few parts of the lyrics wrong that were different in the official spotify lyrics thingy (like the "(no)" from the second set of lines just being an "oh", and the "no youll never be mine" actually being "i know youll never be mine" lmfao) - but i dont think they make much of a difference anyway, so who cares, this is abt psycho-competitive minecraft boys

ok. im done now. if u read it all then i may offer u a kiss. goodbye

#tntduo #c!tntduo #c!quackity #c!wilbur #c!schlatt #<- a little bit #long post #quinnotalk #tumblrimp #Spotify #rb

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whatmakesthemgreat · 1 year ago

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What Makes them great 2: The Ice King

Adventure Time when it came out had two major audiences, kids who loved anything and everything cartoon network, and adults who spent too much time analyzing media meant for kids. As someone whos now spent time of both sides of this coin, I think its only right I give credit to a character whos insanely well made, The Ice King. Now I imagine there are two thoughts here, People who havent seen the series in full thinking “This goofy cartoon wizard man is deep?” and people who have seen enough of the show to know “Oh yeah, this makes sense” Well for those of you confused let me explain to you about this character. (obvious spoiler warning for those who want to watch the show)

This is the Ice King, at the start Ice King was nothing more than a parody of a fantasy cliche, evil magical king kidnapping princesses and bringing them to his evil lair, only to be thwarted by the heroes. Immediately this is twisted on its head by the writers as Ice King is shown to be less of a maniacal king and more a lonely old guy looking for love. As you can see from his “Lair” below, its closer to a sad bachelor pad than it is the evil kings fortress, to add onto the theme of oddly pathetic loneliness, The Ice kings “pad” is overrun with his penguins, his only friends all with names similar to Gunter with slight variations. I’m sure youre sitting there right now thinking “is this all? Is he that special for being lame?” and the answer is, no and yes. His loneliness gets deeper as we delve into more spoiler territories.

Throughout the series we peel back layers of the Ice King, learning that he is mentally not all there but why? We dont figure out for a while. Eventually we learn that he has a backstory that he doesnt quite remember but is connected to another main character, Marceline the Vampire Queen. In a chilling lyric from a song discussing the twos history we hear the words that Ice King wrote before losing his mind “And I know you're going to need me here with you, but im losing myself and Im afraid youre going to lose me too"

But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too” Thats when it hits you, Ice King must have had something awful happen to him. We reveal later in the series that Ice King was once a man named Simon Petrikov, shown here.

Simon was a normal and kind man, and without going too much into detail he was eventually the caretaker of Marceline in a post apocalyptic setting. Despite all the magic im sure youve picked up on, Simon had none of it except for one object, a crown. This crown gave him magic ice powers but at a cost, he would lose control more and more as he used it. Simon needed this magic to protect Marceline but had to sacrifice himself for her. What makes this feel so special is the open ended nature of the metaphor. Is the Ice Kings story about losing a loved one to mental illness or dementia that can't be stopped, or could the crown be meant to represent a drug, something used to get through difficult times but causes Simon to lose himself slowly but surely. Which do you think?

#adventure time #cartoon #animation #character writing

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theboarsbride · 2 years ago

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Name 5 movies/book/songs/etc that inspired each of your stories!

OOO!!! So sorry this took too long to get around, but thank you so, so much for sending this ask in!! 🥺💛

The Monster and the Butterfly🥀🦋

Crimson Peak - and Guillermo del Toro's whole filmography, tbh, but Crimson Peak especially. And also other ghost movies/shows, such as The Orphanage, The Others, The Haunting of Bly Manor, Mama, Paranormal Activity, The Conjuring I & II.

Panna a Netvor/Beauty and the Beast (1979), as well as Jean Cocteau's La Belle et la Bete.

Various dark fantasy movies and books from the 1980s/90s like The Dark Crystal, Legend, The Company of Wolves, etc. and Angela Carter's The Bloody Chamber.

Shelley Duvall's Fairytale Theater "Beauty and the Beast" episode (literally why Susan Sarandon - who plays Beauty - is Sophie's fc)... and honestly, on that same note, Peter Jackson's LOTR trilogy because the fucking music is so good, and Brad Dourif as Grima Wormtongue is the whole reason why the modern version of Edgar exists (and is his fc) lmao.

A Taste for Monsters by Matthew Kirby - and to add onto this, KIND OF?? Is that a lot of inspiration for TMATB came from the hate I feel towards some modern BATB retellings (i.e.- Sarah J Maas' A Court of Thorns and Roses series especially) that feature conventionally attractive 'Beasts' who are only beasts in the sense that they're awful, toxic, cruel people who, to me, don't deserve redemption or romance - or even friendship - as well as female protagonists who are just so, so unlikeable in their bitterness, idiocy, and Mary Sue-ness??? I wanted to write a romance that featured love interests that were unconventional in appearance, flawed but still likeable, and having a relationship that is healthy/consensual!

Cheating and adding a 6th one, but the works of Abigail J. Harding's Parliament of Rooks portfolio! GOTHIC BIRD MONSTER BELOVED!

Those Red Nights🌕🐺

Using Bob Odenkirk as a fc for a werewolf character - literally that's the whole reason why this story exists lmfao. So you bet I was watching the hell out of Better Call Saul and Breaking Bad for inspo (and simp material)!

Silence of the Lambs, the movie especially! But there is also Thomas Harris' Red Dragon novel (and the movie starring Ed Norton and Anthony Hopkins, and the movie Manhunter) that was a source of inspiration!

David Fincher's Se7en - I wanted to write a neo-Noir story for a hot minute, especially ones with psychological horror elements!

Nightmare by Tuesday Knight - this just helped me develop the idea of TRN being a psychological horror, and writing about the themes surrounding nightmares, the haunting effects of guilt, etc.

Werewolf movies like Bad Moon and Silver Bullet

Temperance & Mr. Wyrm 🐍⚕️- I don't talk about this WIP much but I still think about it regularly!

Wanting to do a retelling of the fairytale "The Lindworm Prince" and also wanting to explore writing a weird body horror romance!

The Shape of Water - again, del Toro out here inspiring goofy fucking monster romances!

David Cronenberg's The Fly - tragic body horror romance goodness, my beloved!

General 1980s media and pop culture - a lot of this was kind of inspired by reading My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix! It's a book set in the 80s and utilizes the 80s nostalgia, but it also doesn't shy away from how ugly the 80s were in terms of social stigmas for people who weren't straight white men. In TAMW especially what I'd be alluding to is the stigma surrounding AIDS, and other blood-borne illnesses.

And, lowkey, wanting to have Gwendoline Christie as a fc for a character?? Like, idk, with who Temperance is as a character within the novella, Christie seems to fit her super well! Also the tall gf x short bf is a ship dynamic I ADORE! (also the character of Jack, the titular 'Mr. Wyrm,' is another character where I use Brad Dourif as a fc for but shhhhh i know I'm cringe, don't remind me)

These are the main WIPs I still work on!! There is also The Faeries and the Lark but that's more on the backburner for now, but that story was inspired by wanting to do a genderbent retelling of Sleeping Beauty but has now turned into a Gothic/dark fantasy Sapphic romance that's a funky blend between Sleeping Beauty and East of the Sun, West of the Moon that's inspired by Scandinavian folklore and seeing images of women in armor lmao.

But if there are any WIPs you'd wanna learn about, give me a shout and I'm more than willing to scream about these goofy, silly little stories!!

#jojo rambles #jojo writes #The Monster and the Butterfly #Those Red Nights #Temperance and Mr. Wyrm #The Faeries and the Lark

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ruiniel · 2 years ago

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this is a lot but I’m nosy 👀

3, 9, 10, 11, 27, 29, 30 for ao3 wrapped pls !

Oh you're so kind, ty ty!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Another way! I'm liking how it's turning out and still enjoying exploring that scenario.

Honorable mention goes to my hurt/comfort angstfest: Beyond this place of wrath and tears because I spent some time on that one, and besides this is a sample of my character POV/dynamic sheet so far:

1- Sypha AB

2- Trevor AC

3- Alucard, Sypha AB

4- Sypha, Alucard AB

5- Trevor BC, ABC, ABC

6- Trevor, Alucard ABC, BC, AB

7- Sypha, Trevor AC, ABC, BC

8- Sypha, Trevor ABC, ABC, ABC

... so really invested in that fic but also very slow, hoping to finish it by the time Nocturne drops though

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Aegnor x Andreth (The Silm)

Lisa x Carmilla (CV 2017-2021 series)

Trevor x Alucard (CV 2017-2021 series)

10. What work was the quickest to write?

I wrote my Scarlet Heavens fic (18+) in one sitting barring the edits.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

Again this one! Beyond this place of wrath and tears

27. What do you listen to while writing?

Sometimes silence helps, other times music! Which can be summed up as:

random playlist for *insert genre you're writing*

the same, specific beloved song/artist for days on end, probably finish a fic on said song

Shuffle Liked songs

Music ranges from atmospheric to folk to metal to art pop and darkwave and others that don't come to mind now!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That I stayed constant in practicing it (which was my aim for this year) despite all that went on in life and the world. And! the support from people on some of my works really helped keep the flow there, so thank you!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Uhhh-uhhh *fidget* ended up with two, but since one of them isn't a passage but a longer scene, I'll just add it... it's this scene between Trevor and Alucard from Trevor's point of view (context: Trevor's recently been very ill). I'll place it under the cut because it's too long!

Thanks again for sending!

“Hold on to me, Belmont, not my shirt.”

Trevor does, or tries, grunting with his arm slung around Alucard’s neck as he stands to his wobbling feet. He can’t even feel irked by Alucard’s tone, eager to be moving and, if he’s being honest, too grateful to complain. “I really could try this on my own, you know,” Trevor says anyway, receiving no reply.

Alucard’s support never falters, his arm steady around Trevor’s ribs. “I appreciate the care for my time,” he says as they take a few steps together, “but I do have an inordinate supply of it.”

Well, he’s right about that. Again, Trevor lets it slide. Maybe he’s getting soft here, or maybe he’s become more used to Alucard’s cold-shoulder retorts. He’s warm against Trevor’s side, and the hunter is absolutely not focused on that more than the important task of putting one foot in front of the other.

This is not awkward.

He recalls Alucard’s words to Sypha, to them, the honesty in his voice with the admission that he wanted them here and despite Trevor’s own previous misgivings, those moments stayed with the hunter ever since and now live free in his head to mull over.

This is not awkward.

They pass through a tall entrance to an adjoined chamber, and from there onto a long terrace overlooking the wooded pathlands. It is here Alucard eases the hunter down on a padded, upholstered bench, set in the shade and heaped with cushions.

Trevor squints, uses his hand as a shield until his eyes stop hurting from the sudden change. He blinks as the wilderness appears in tints of green and fading blue the farther it spreads, climbing up the knees of solemn mountains rising jagged in the distance. Getting some fresh air was the goal here, and the hunter takes full breaths of it.

Alucard busies himself with some bottles and flasks, then sits beside Trevor on the bench. It’s quiet up here, comes the thought, but not as silent as the stifling four walls of a chamber, and days passed since Trevor was reacquainted with lucidity — a state he’s apparently taken shamelessly for granted before the onset of his illness. It’s strange to him to be left so weakened as to need help in this manner, stranger still to actually receive it; something Trevor remembers happening but once before in his life, a kindness he clung to through the latter years when his defaced hope in humanity was finally about to give. “Thanks,” he says, shaking off the memory, because not everything must be ghosts and regret.

Alucard looks his way, an eyebrow raised; waiting patiently.

“For this,” Trevor sighs, pointing at himself. “For helping me heal.” He rubs the back of his head, furrows his brows.

Alucard picks a tome with a dusted blue cover from a sheltered table in the corner. He looks down at the damn thing, and there is that fucking sadness again; it's on his face, in the way he moves, in everything he does.

This is awkward.

But he’s Trevor fucking Belmont, afraid of no man or beast et cetera, et cetera, and if he was unhinged enough to punch Dracula in the face he won’t quail before talking about his feelings to his son.

“Neither Sypha nor I could have done any different,” Alucard says, meeting his eyes and he’s… he’s smiling. Brief and pale, but it’s there, like it was those first moments of clarity when Alucard was leaning over him, looking like something priceless had just dropped in his lap. A silly comparison, maybe, but Trevor’s never been a poet, and it’s Alucard’s expression he still sees in those states between wakefulness and sleep.

“Still,” Trevor looks back ahead, sliding lower against the bench, “I’m not dead, probably would be if it weren’t for you, again, and… and, yeah.” He sighs, “What I’m trying to say is,” he throws Alucard a brief glance to see him staring at his feet, elbows propped on his knees, “I’ve lived on lucky chances for the latter half of my life. I’m surprised I’m still alive, to be frank.”

“Agreed.”

“Shut up and let me say this. I was used to being treated like shit by people, and after a while, it’s easy to become what everyone makes of you.” He feels Alucard's gaze on him, finds it easier to stare at the clouds smeared like white pastry across the sky. “From the beginning — ever since your weird entrance into our lives you both always treated me like I’m worth something, and that’s… I’m thankful for that. Yeah? Wanted to get this out of the way. Wanted you to know.” He falls silent, observing two eagles as they circle each other in strong, graceful sweeps against a backdrop of blue.

Alucard rests with his head on the backrest, hands clasped together over his chest, finally looking like he’s got no stake up his arse. But he understands, he must. After all, his own life did a complete flip, making way for… for whatever this is. Maybe Alucard isn’t sure either. But he no longer avoids their company for most of the time, no longer slinks away at night to hunt until he returns bloody and worn. Instead, he stood by Trevor and Sypha since that morning, kept feeding Trevor that horrible tasting medicine and if he left, many times they would wake late into the night and find him there, either reading or dozing in an armchair close to the bed.

And that, too, is what Trevor is grateful for — all of them taking a direly needed breath together. No heavy topics. No talk of sieges. No questions apart from practical matters of the present. He rubs at his chest where it still hurts to breathe and a persistent fatigue renders him incapable of doing much, for most of the time, but the air is clean, they’re not running for their lives, and Alucard is here.

“So, we’re staying for a while,” Trevor speaks gruffly against his own fear. For how long? They haven’t discussed that, either. And how much does it really matter now, anyway? “You’ll need a lot of help with this place, by the looks of it.”

Alucard reaches for the water pitcher, pours and offers out a glass. His hand is pale and bony beneath the brush of Trevor’s fingers, his eyes sunken in, and he still looks like something heavy and nasty constantly drags him down by the shoulders. Trevor makes an effort and doesn’t comment. Nobody likes having their pain called out at every turn; they know it’s there, after all.

“First, regain your strength. Then we’ll see to the rest.”

Trevor can't argue with that, and a few steps forward are usually better than none.

Above them, the eagles cry.

#ao3 wrapped

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pastabeer · 2 months ago

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Got tea, time for musical worms again.

Tree Hugger by Kimya Dawson & Antsy Pants, specifically because one part is about a snake wanting arms to hug a cactus. The want to give affection goes against the dislike for affection or physical contact, extra points for if the one who dislikes the affection is touch starved :)

The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley, it's mostly obsessive in a way, plus it's most just based on a character who drinks blood. Not a big fan of anime, but that song is nice.

Puppet Boy by DEVO, it's like The Fine Print to me, that in itself started an idea like the AI idea, but it's just worm Anon being in the blog like an employee, albeit an unwilling one.

Big Dick by Little Big, this one is a joke, but I feel like it fits the people who want worm sex.

ぴぽぴぽ by Serani Poji, sorta sad when you understand it. Then again, I'm just easy to upset, so that could just be me.

Bonfire by Childish Gambino, it's barely related, I just enjoy the song. Hehe :)

Make of This What You Will by Billy Cobb, sounds like another worm Anon drug trip, and I love it. Seriously, I don't even understand the lyrics but all I know is the lyrics "a sea of yellow fishes that need alcohol to breathe" – "I'm floating through marshmallows with koalas by my side" – "nobody can see me cause I've stolen all their eyes, and if you want them back you'll have to eat McDonald's fries" makes me think of worm Anon, I need whatever they are on.

The Future by Mystery Skulls, for the love of Satan this song is unexplainably worm-coded, mostly worm PastaBeer, in a good way. I would rather publicly commit suicide than say I hate Mystery Skulls, and it won't be a fast suicide.

On the topic of Mystery Skulls, might as well add these.

Hellbent by Mystery Skulls (featuring Snowblood), my unholy HELL that song is fucking amazing and I'm going to shive it onto these fucking worms.

Freaking Out by Mystery Skulls, worm Anon after figuring out they were stuck with a cannibalistic worm. That's all I have to say.

Meant to Be Yours, yes, the Heathers song. Hey, can you blame me? Mentally ill and morally fucked worm trying to convince mentally ill and morally decent worm fighting over whether or not they should blow up some place! One fakes suicide :D

Ms. Led by Jack Stauber, wonky song, but it's actually kind of sad if you think about it, and the lyrics. Like most songs by Jack.

On the topic of Jack Stauber, here's some more probably unrelated songs!

Inchman by Jack Stauber, it's seen as an abusive relationship, so there's some angst, too. Seeing as some lyrics are "hits me, hurts me, wants me hurting wrong!" and such, I can see it.

Windrag by Jack Stauber, it's about a plane crash. It's theorized that the pilot fell asleep, resulting in the crash, seeing as the lyrics say stuff like "I used to listen to the morning, but crash landing came without warning. I really tried my best, but the trip was put to rest, can't sleep now the birds are chirping." most people say that the pilot fell asleep listening to background noise, and when he woke back up, he tried to pull the plane back unti flight. Although the pilot survived, he has to live with the guilt.

Stutter by Jack Stauber, it's just worm Anon in my eyes. They seem like the type to stutter, no offense, I enjoy people who stutter, they can be nice.

As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It by Lemon Demon, worm PastaBeer getting tired of the stupid Hell baby worms... Or worm Anon, we never confirmed the father

The Fox's Wedding by MASA WORKS DESIGN, a forbidden love that is twisted and cannibalistic where the fox lures in prey just to eat them. Seems close enough, yeah? Ignoring the fact that it implies PastaBeer worm seduced worm Anon to eat them, who in return begs to be eaten. Unless you're kinky like that, I can't stop you.

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, because mythology is fun. Plus, I enjoy the song itself and thinking of French worms is fun :)

IFHY by Tyler, The Creator and Pharrell Williams, sounds like Bipolar disorder and obsession mixed. Specifically Bipolar disorder, with the eh... "Favorite person" thing and such, can't say shit though, I'm Bipolar. Makes me think of the worms in the idea of Bipolar disorder, although this song in itself just suits the worms in the sense of obsession. The sense I like best, too. Hehe, worms.

The Red Means I Love You is one of my favorites

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yeonmuse · 3 months ago

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BREAK THE WALLS | Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 1.3k

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

Skylar district April 1st 2064

"Get your ass up now's the time you should be working ten times harder, one more month until evaluations, could absolutely make or break you."

"Tahani we've been going at this for three hours, i think you're starting to forget my body is fully human." Mingi whines as he sprawls out on the floor.

"Well whose fault is it that I'm not and whatd i say about calling me Tahani." Ever since hongjoong had watched the girls memories he made it a mission to only call her Tahani just as Eris did. He thought her name was beautiful despite her not wanting to be called it anymore. Thanks to him the entire group of guys now knew her real name and on occasion would always let it slip out

"Hey that's not fair, I had nothing to do with that ambush. And how come Hongjoong and Eris get to call you Tahani" He complained as he pushed himself up to rest on his palms.

"Song Mingi, why is it that you're always whining about something." Yunho chimes in, earning a glare from the silver haired boy that had yet to get up from the floor.

"I'm not always whining."

"Yes you are." The rest of them, including Tahani, chime in all at once earning a frustrated huff from mingi.

"Ill take it from here, i can't take his whining anymore." Hongjoong stepped into the pit, allowing a tired Mingi to move off to the sidelines just as he wanted. An amused grin curled onto Tahanis lips at Hongjoongs sudden bold action.

"That never goes well for you now does it? What's the score again San 11 to none?" Tahani looks over to San who simply found it amusing that the girl seemed to always bring up his brother's losses. Of course San would usually assist her in the teasing these days but when she did it alone it seemed to spark the best reaction out of hongjoong.

"Alright here we go again." Jongho stood from his seat on the sidelines before stepping between the two, an action he was quite used to by now.

"Its always these two." Leedo shook his head before pulling up a chair and taking a seat beside Yunho.

"You know the rules already, you two have a clean fight. And no weapons this time last time you almost took Woo's eye out." Jongho adds before looking at Tahani

"Oh no that was actually on purpose, he has a bad habit of stealing things from my bathroom." Tahani responds before looking over at said boy

"Hey it's not my fault your shampoo just gives my hair that fluffy and silky feel." At his words all of the guys stare at him in a judging manner before setting their eyes back to the scene in front of them.

"Oh don't act like you guys haven't tried it too. I'm looking at you, Leedo."

"Wait what!? Leedo you've been stealing from my bathroom too?!?"

"Tsk the boys are delusional, alaurians tend to speak nonsense. Anyways, aren't you two gonna fight or something." Tahani scrunches up her nose giving him a look that basically says 'we'll talk about this later." Before moving her attention back to hong joong

"As I was saying, a clean fight!" Jongho said one last time before moving out of the ring. This was hongjoongs chance, all those days of watching her and studying her movements couldn't have been for nothing. He needed to make it 11 to 1. Tahani had hongjoong on the ground in less than 1 minute this time.

"Looks like it'll be 12 to none." Seonghwa shook his head as he watched the fight only to for his mouth to fall open moments later when hongjoong gets the upper hand. The fight was now getting even more interesting. Usually around this time Tahani would have hongjoong pinned to the floor with her leg, arm, or body but Hongjoong now seemed to have an advantage. Within seconds he had the girl on the floor pinned down to the pit with the use of her own dagger.

"He won...OH MY GOD HE WON." Wooyoung laughs in disbelief as he watches Tahani release her clothes from the daggers hold before slipping it back into the holster on her thigh. The rest of them all sat on the sidelines with their mouths hung right open.

"Well played Kim Hongjoong. eleven to none is now eleven to one."

That evening Wooyoung ran the halls like a mad man, announcing to every member of the Sector that hongjoong had won against Tahani.

"Well well well and here I was thinking you forgot about me." Eris says as Tahani makes her entrance into the OASIS after a long day of training.

"How could I ever forget about my beautiful best friend. One of the only people that keep me sane here." Tahani smiles as she pulls her friend into a hug.

"Dont let Jongho hear you say that." Eris responds to which Tahani just laughs.

"Hi Yeosang." Tahani waves and flashes a smile to the boy who had frantically been searching through a pile of papers on his desk.

"Good to see you Hira." He responds simply before gathering all the equipment he and Eris would need for the girls checkup.

"He's been working on something like a mad man for the past two months now. Wont tell what it is, but whatever he's working on seems to have all his focus lately." Tahani eyes the boy curiously before taking her seat up on the scanner as always.

"Alright looks like we've got speed updates here yeosang, she has not surpassed 80 % in strength, her all parts seem to be in good condition so looks like all there is to do is focus on those updates."

"Got it i'll go grab the boosters." And with that Yeosang disappeared from view.

"So Hongjoong hm? I heard he finally won when you two sparred earlier today. Then again with how loud Wooyoung is, I'm sure anyone outside of Skylar district heard about it." Tahani laughs before nodding her head

"Yup, didn't exactly see it coming but i guess lately he has been practicing a lot harder with evaluations being so close. He's progressed a lot." She smiles knowing that all of her, Jongho, and Leedos training with them had finally been paying off.

"You seem pretty fond of him lately, now that youve gotten past everything that happened all those months ago." Eris watched the girl's expression change instantly as she continued to hook the needed chords into the girl's back.

"Girl what the hell are you talking about-"

"Dont even act like you don't know what I mean Tahani, I see the way you talk about him and don't think I miss the way you smile when you two go back in forth in the G units Living quarters." Eris was always the one to call the girl out on her bullshit, it was part of the main reason Tahani had grown so close with her in the first place.

"I don't think of him that way..or at least i dont think. I don't know Eris. I've been here at the Oasis since I was eighteen and I've never really liked anyone here since."

"Since Loren I know Tahani."

"I dont have time for my feelings to get tangled up in this anyways. We're all here for one reason and one reason only to take down the alaurians. That's my priority." Before Eris could speak again Yeosang had finally arrived back with the boosters they needed for her updates. There was a lot more Eris wanted to tell the girl but itd just have to wait.

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