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[leiathehedgehog]

Yay she got a praise from her oldest brother!... Comment what she did..

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Joint Task Force (John Price x Reader)

You're harbouring guilt and John makes you feel better.

It's still Valentine's Day here, and thus it seems like the correct time to post this. It is mostly smut, heavy dose of fluff.

longer than normal 2.3k words

CW: swearing, explicit sex

feedback welcome!

You aren’t proud of it, but John’s illness the other night scared you. You’re not as quick to needle him and more annoyed than usual when your friends have a go at him during Trivia night. John has a thick skin and manages to laugh it off better than you do, but your touchiness doesn’t go unnoticed. You have to work in the morning and John’s promised to drive you if you want to spend the night. You do, but you’re realizing now it was a trap.

“What was going on with you and your girls tonight? They do something to piss you off?” He’s asking you, blocking the only exit from the bathroom as he casually leans against the doorjamb. You turn wide eyes at him, slowing your brushing motions to spit into the sink. John has got you pinned with his deadly blue eyes, watching for clues.

“What do you mean?” You feign cluelessness.

“Love, you can pull that innocent and clueless bit on just about anybody else. What’s really going on? You don’t normally row with those two.”

You drop the act and pout for a moment before rinsing your mouth. When you’re finished you turn to face him, fisting your hands on your hips.

“I just didn’t like the way they were talking to you. You’re not an idiot just because you don’t have a Masters’ degree. They were being catty bitches.” You sniff, trying to be flip about it but anger bleeding into your tone all the same.

“Try again.” John extends an arm, catching your wrist and using it to reel you in to him, using his bigger body to keep you corralled in the bathroom. He’s clearly not buying what you are selling and knows you too well to turn you loose.

“Well, fine, maybe I should be a little nicer to you, too.” You snap and then press your lips together in frustration, knowing you’ve given yourself away and contradicted yourself with your delivery all in the same breath. Brilliant.

“This about the migraine the other night? I told you, I’m alright, love.” John’s soothing, but you’re still guilt wracked. You feel like an idiot, constantly figuring things out too late. The realization he’s been suffering alone was like ice water to your consciousness. Saying that out loud means admitting to being a shit friend, which means John deserves better. You’ve been spiralling internally for days.

John’s massaging up your arm, having worked out the quickest way to defuse you is to override your nervous system. It’s hard to stay anxious when your methodically being turned into jelly. His sharp blue eyes stay on your face though. It’s like he can sense there’s something else circling underneath your bluster and concern. When he gets to your shoulder he steps back, steering you out of the bathroom and over to bed. You let him, his warm, mollifying touch turning your energy from frenetic to something more malleable.

He's got you spread out on your belly on his bed before you can think of a reason to resist him, his big hands smoothing under the tank top you wear to bed, pressing into tight muscles with practised swipes. There’s an epic battle going on between the anxious tension locked into your muscles and John’s determination to figure out what you’re stewing over.

If there’s one thing John knows how to do, it’s extract answers from people that aren’t eager to give them up. He complains gently about your tank top getting in the way, that he could do this better if he could move more freely. You’re just on this side of ‘too relaxed to care’ by now and oblige him, letting him help you remove it over your head. He doubles down, long slow strokes pressing you into the mattress firmly, forcing little groans out of your lungs. You can vaguely hear him hum in satisfaction; your mind completely focused on his hands.

“Why do you think you need to be nicer to me? I think you’re pretty nice as it is darling.” John presses the issue, not stopping in his work, using the heels of his palms over your lower back. You can hear the smile in his voice and know instantly he’s thinking of the times you’ve put your mouth and hands all over him. You wonder if the flush that’s taking over your face and chest extends to your back and if John can see.

“Do you get migraines often?” You ask instead of answering and John is quiet for a moment. Your brain drifts as his hands seek out the knots along your spine.

“My nerves get confused sometimes. Been around a lot of explosions and gunfire, must have rattled something loose. Not usually as bad as it was the other day.” He jokes gently but he’s being truthful, giving you the answer you’re actually looking for.

“I hate that I didn’t... I didn’t even consider that, John.” You admit to the mattress, completely unable to even partially face him while you force the words past your lips. John’s silent but his hands continue to move, sparking hope that maybe he doesn’t agree with your internal assessment that you are, in fact, an awful selfish person.

You don’t even think when he hooks his fingers in the thick elastic of your sleep shorts, lifting your hips for him automatically as he shimmies them down. His strong hands grip your thigh, running his thumbs up the middle of your hamstring. You’re moaning before you can stop yourself, loud in the quiet of the room. The sensation of his thumbs pressing down firmly on the big muscle enough to make you weep.

“Like that, do you?” You can hear the smile in John’s voice again and he repeats the motion to the same effect.

“My god, that should be illegal.” You manage to slur out and John chuckles, switching to your other thigh. He makes his way down to your ankles and then back up before responding to you. He’s got handfuls of your ass before you know what’s happening.

“This should be illegal. I want a medal for managing to hold a conversation with this to contend with.”

You finally laugh, letting him break your sour mood. Your muscles are so relaxed they feel weighted but you feel lighter inside somehow, your affection for the man pinning you to the mattress only ever growing. When he rolls you onto your back, you’re too suffused with relaxed pleasure to feel self-conscious about being naked with the exception of a pair of panties.

You can see the warm smile stretched across John’s face, making his blue eyes twinkle. It’s reassuring, his solid warmth pinning you down. He leans over you, balancing his weight on an elbow by your head, bracketing you under him before he kisses you. The taste of him is familiar to you now, and a thread of desire begins to spool tighter, low in your belly. You suck on his tongue when he swipes it between your lips, garnering a groan from somewhere deep in his chest. His teeth rasp lightly over your bottom lip, making sparks fly at the back of your scalp and behind your eyelids. He breaks the kiss but only to continue to press kisses over your jaw, nuzzling at your sensitive earlobe before sucking on it gently.

John’s lips are hot, anchoring you in place as he explores down the sweep of your neck. His whiskers drag across your delicate skin, sending shivers down your spine and directly to your pussy. It makes all thought impossible, words nearly beyond your reach. Your fingers find his biceps, the hot press of his mouth dizzying.

John misreads your grip on his arms and pauses, looking down at you.

“Want me to stop?”

“What? No, don’t you dare.” Your breathy voice has a pleading quality that galvanises him, teeth rasping over your pulse point before swirling his hot tongue over the same spot. He’s shifting overtop of you, resting more of his weight on you. His hips snug against yours, his erection slotting against you like a hot brand. You’re suddenly desperate for movement, friction, and hook a leg over his hip, arching against his solid body. John won’t be rushed but knows what you want, and rolls his hips against yours in appeasement. The flash of pleasure stutters your mind and you moan, your leg tightening around his hip.

John’s palm settles on your breast, squeezing the soft flesh with tenderness, the hunger on his face at odds with his touch. Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging it up and he obeys immediately, leaning back to tug it up between his shoulder blades and toss it. His hand resumes its exploration, his thumb circling your nipple as his hips rock, grinding against you. You’re certain he must be able to feel how wet he’s making you, the fabric trapped between your bodies damp beyond measure.

He bends, wrapping his mouth around the tight bud of your nipple, making you arch, desperate to get closer to the pull of his lips. Your fingers find their way to his hair, gripping the short strands as he groans his approval.

John’s hand has slid down your body and is tugging your panties down, leaning back to guide your leg down off his hip while he strips the last stitch of clothing from your body. You have to release him to let him work and you do so with a whimper, dropping your hands down over the hard planes of his body. You can only wonder at what John sees – flushed cheeks and wild hair, legs spread and eyes glassy with desire in the semi-darkness.

“Alright, love?” John asks, leaning over you to plant another searing kiss on your lips, returning to his place between your legs. You can feel him leaning, hear his bedside drawer and realize he’s getting a condom.

“Can I?” You ask breathlessly and if John’s surprised, he hides it well, the expression on his face pure mischievousness.

“Not if you want this to last more than a minute.”

Leave it to John to be sarcastic while he’s hard as a rock, with your legs wrapped around him.

He’s propped himself up on an elbow, the other hand wrapped around the base of his cock to guide himself into your body. The blunt head of his cock sinks in and you can’t help the answering moan that sounds suspiciously like his name. John curses, his hips flexing as he slides home, your head tossing on his pillows.

“Fuck me, you are gorgeous.” John groans, pressing his face into your throat, setting a steady pace with his hips as he moves over top you. Your fingers dig into the back of his shoulders, gripping his big muscles as he strokes into you, again and again. You can feel the coil of tension tightening in your belly, each rocking thrust just grazing your clit.

“John” You gasp, and you want to tell him to move just slightly, want to tell him where you need his touch but when his blue eyes meet yours a wave of emotion closes off your throat, leaving you panting helplessly. He hitches your thigh over his hip, grinding into you, understanding somehow anyways, making you moan wantonly. The sounds of your pleasure only drive him on, the slap of skin a counterpoint. Your hands slip off his shoulders, the heat between you making you both sweaty. Your nails rake down his side, tearing a groan out of his chest.

He shifts again, leaning back to slip his arm under your leg that isn’t hitched over his hip. The back of your knee slides into the crook of his elbow and the change in angle is enough to nudge you to the edge of orgasm. Your eyes go wide as you feel your body respond to John’s thrusts, your inner muscles low in your abdomen fluttering on the precipice. You can’t help but call his name again, needy and high pitched. You slip your hand between your bodies, stroking your clit and drawing John’s gaze. It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart.

He hunches over you, his rhythm breaking as your entire body clenches around him, a wailing cry rattling out of your throat. John’s hips stutter as your body clutches at him, his thrusts turning shallow as his orgasm slams through him.

You spend the next few moments panting, John's forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

“Sorry sweetheart –“

His voice is ragged, rumbling against you.

“god John, why are you sorry for making me cum like that?” Your eyes are drifting shut, every muscle in your body feeling like lead after the massage and then orgasm. You are certain your brain is partially liquified.

“mm, was going to make it last longer.” He murmurs into your ear, making your back arch and your nipples tighten all over again. You force your eyes open to look at him and the tenderness on his face makes your throat close again.  

You make a small noise and grip at the thick muscles of his shoulders, which he seems to understand and kisses you repeatedly. He pulls out, disposing of the condom and brings you a water on his way back to the bed.

You haven’t found the energy to move an inch so John rolls you onto your side, spooning you tightly. You clutch at the arm he slings around you. Sleep drags you under, still tightly gripping John’s hand.

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[ticklystuff]

Day 4: Hide-and-Seek

a/n: ler!heizou, lee!itto — from the augtickletober2024 list!

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"Where is he?!"

"Hell I'd tell you!"

The urge to scream was overwhelming. Not only was Heizou assigned yet another simple petty case unbefitting for his talents, but the culprits this time was someone from the Arataki gang.. always an absolute nuisance to deal with. Unlike their usual strings of misdemeanors, however, Heizou had reason to believe that Mamoru acted alone in this case, making it difficult to tie the others in as accomplices to the crime.

"Just tell me where he might be hiding and we can both go along with our days, okay?" Heizou sighed, looking down at the oni with a crease to his eyes. Although he had managed to knock the other to the floor and straddle his waist, Heizou understood that pinning him was all for show, as he might as well be a wet paper bag in this scenario, easy to fling about and throw around if Itto so chose to do so.

And Itto knew this very well, obvious in the way his eyes rolled in such a nonchalant manner, bending his arms up and tucking his hands behind his head, akin to enjoying a nice breeze on a warm sunny day, as if going through all this trouble just to entertain Heizou. "If you're such a great detective and all, then surely you can induce where Mamoru might be."

Deduce.... brushing that aside, it took every ounce of effort to not strangle the oni right then and there.

"Besides," Itto continued, "it's not like he did anything wrong! All he did was sell some homemade mochi.. and for cheap too!"

"He sold spoiled mochi," Heizou corrected him, an irritated huff to his voice, "and when people rightly sought refunds after falling ill, Mamoru is conveniently nowhere to be found."

"So?" A scoff slipped through the oni's lips, clearly unable to comprehend the wrongdoings of his compadre. "I was a victim too, but you don't see me complaining!"

This was getting nowhere and if Itto didn't talk, a game of hide-and-seek was inevitable, something Heizou would rather avoid altogether. Folding his arms, he pondered what could possibly be done in this situation..

And just like that, an idea sprung to his mind the moment Itto stretched his arms upwards, yawning as he repositioned them back to their initial position, catching Heizou's eyes the whole time.

Well.. this was certainly an interesting use of his brilliant mind.

"Anyway, are we done here?" Itto blew air to the wind, as if Heizou was the one wasting his time. "Ushi will get hungry if I don't get going soon— ehehEY!! Wha-?! G-Gehehet your hahahands ohohoff mehehehe!"

Any opportunity that presented itself, you should always grab for, Heizou believed. Although unconventional, Itto's relaxed disposition proved to be his downfall, literally revealing a weakness that Heizou could use for some.. light interrogation.

"Where is he?!" Heizou repeated for the second time, voice barely audible over Itto's laughter, but he was determined to finally get the answers he needed. If Itto refused to cooperate, then Heizou would just have to be more proactive in his methods, furiously scribbling his hands into his exposed sides, making sure his fingers dug in with purpose.

"I-I'm nahahat tehehelihihing-! Nohohoho!"

Part of his concentration was allocated to focusing on not getting thrown off as Itto's body bucked and swayed with laughter, making this a bigger ordeal than what Heizou was expecting, but the detective was persistent, running his fingers incessantly up his sides, covering as much ground as he could. Every once in a while, Itto would make an attempt to grab at Heizou's smaller wrists and there were successful attempts, but even just a little bit of tickling was able to throw Itto off again, amusing Heizou to no end. How a bigger figure held such a silly weakness needed to be studied.

"A-AHAHAHAHAHA!"

Oh? There was a noticeable jump in pitch once Heizou reached the vulnerable armpits and he made sure to make the most of this newfound knowledge, launching another bout of intense tickling.

"WAHAHAHAHA! OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!" Itto's laughter bellowed throughout the field, tears already forming in his eyes. "I'LL TAHAHAHAHALK!"

If asked, Heizou wouldn't deny that he did derive some entertainment from seeing Itto in such a state and that Itto giving in so easily was a tad disappointing, but his hands pulled away reluctantly, allowing Itto to catch his breath. "Speak," he said with crossed arms, looking at the flushed and panted face below.

"Alright, a-alright," Itto breathed, gasping in dramatic fashion. "He has a hideout in Chinju Forest. He was just hoping to wait out the whole thing for a few days, before going back to business as usual."

"Hah, finally," Heizou stood up to release Itto, hands on his hips. "Well, thanks for working with me. You're free to go."

He'd have to keep this method in mind for any future dealings with the Arataki Gang.

[disciplesofthelamb]

"Greetings, fellow loyal cultists, as many of you already know, our great leader, The Lamb, has been very busy. But do not fret, I, Silas, have been left in charge as their loyal disciple-"

"Correction, WE were left in charge."

"Have some manners Briar, I am speaking."

"No, because you always do this! Why are you acting like you're better than us?!"

"AHEM, anyway... Like our dear friend Silas was saying, we were left in charge in the case of our leader being unavailable, so we will be happy to answer any queries you may have!"

"Thank you all for your attention, have a blessed day. Remember to praise The Lamb!"

Art I was gifted (Thank you!)

Silas and Dotty by @bididoodles: here.

Briar, Dotty and Silas by anonymous artist: here

WARNINGS

✮ This blog may depict sensitive topics, viewer discretion is advised.

✮ This blog is a work in progress, things are subject to change.

✮ NO NSFW, suggestive asks are fine.

✮ English is not my first language, please forgive any mistakes. 💔

✮ Specify which character your ask is meant for, otherwise I will choose at random.

[About the characters under the cut!]

ABOUT THE CHARACTERS

[Silas, Briar and Dotty are my own cult of the lamb ocs! Here are a few things about them:

✭ Briar (She/Her) : A rescue from Anura, she was found by the lamb along with Dotty in the ruins of their old village. She became a disciple becase she complimented the lamb when they were having a bad day and just happened to be level X.

Briar is diligent and good at keeping things in order, but she struggles with properly communicating and sympathizing with others, so she can often come off as blunt and insensitive. Due to this, she has learned to mostly keep to herself. Despite that, having a strong sense of justice and not a lot of patience means that she often gets into arguments with other cultists (Something she is trying to work on.)

She enjoys working in the lumberyards.

Likes: Painting, Anything pumpkin-flavored, Rain, Napping, Woodcarving, Watching the sunrise, Stuffed animals, Jewelry, Carpentry, Dotty.

Misc info: Tries to avoid conflict (fails). Prefers to stay indoors. She just wants some peace and quiet frfr. I lied before, she probably would yell at you tbh. Has a terrible case of RBF. Perfectionist?? kinda. She doesn't actually hate Silas, she's just overly critical of everything he does because he's an asshole + she likes making fun of him.

Voice claim: Lady Redundant Woman/Beatrice from Wordgirl

Follower traits: Zealous, Ascetic, Hot Tempered

Pinterest board:

✭ Dotty (Any pronouns) : A rescue from Anura, she was found by the lamb along with Briar in the ruins of their old village. She became a disciple because she refused to work without Briar.

Dotty is cheerful and energetic, she can be a bit of a pushover since she doesn't like seeing others upset or holding grudges. She always tries to see the best in people, which can sometimes make her seem gullible as she has a hard time believing people may have ill intentions. Some may say that they have seen her sneaking around in the dead of night, but there's no way someone as sweet as her would have anything to hide!

She does a little bit of everything around the cult, but farming is where she's most comfortable.

Likes: Walks in the forest, Bugs, Berries, Arts and crafts, Foraging, Sewing, Strawberry jam, Diced apples, Stuffed animals, Briar, Puzzles.

Misc info: She has like a billion hobbies and she loves all of them. Very fidgety for seemingly no reason. Collects rocks. She will make you a friendship bracelet a day after meeting you. Addresses people by pet names when she can't remember their name. Prolly ate a lot of dirt and sand as a child. Veryyy clumsy. Dotty is just a nickname, her real name is Dorothy, but she never tells anyone that.

Voice claim: Raggedy Ann from Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure

Follower traits: Unrepentant, Strong Constitution

Pinterest board:

✭ Silas (He/him) : A rescue from Darkwood, he was found as he was about to be sacrificed in Leshy's name. After his rescue he swore to devote himself to the lamb for the rest of his days, yet he was the first to dissent when faith got too low. He became a disciple because the lamb "Thought he was cute."

Likes: Formal clothing, Journaling, "Research" (reading YA romance novels), Tea, Writing, Scented candles, Silver jewelry, Fountain pens, Red wine, Overpriced cigarettes.

Silas can often be unpleasant and uncooperative, and after his brother's passing he isolated himself completely, refusing to give anyone he wasn't particularly interested in the time of day.

Silas does not enjoy working. After becoming a disciple he completely gave up on doing most of the tasks around the cult. When he does decide to work, it's either cooking, praying, or refining materials. He was banned from working at the drinkhouse because he kept taking the drinks for himself.

Misc info: Manwhore, terrified of commitment. Chronically jealous. Calls himself a "hopeless romantic" but his standards are too high to actually date anyone. He'll tell you that he likes old literature but if you ask for recommendations he won't have any. Acts confident but is actually rlly insecure. Thinks that writing shitty love poems is peak romance. Knows how to play chess, but he sucks at it. Cares a lot about his appearance. Lazy, refuses to do manual labor (he might chip a nail :C). Had a younger brother named Mylo (which he asked the lamb to rescue not long after joining himself) they drifted apart soon after he became a disciple.

Voice claim: Ashton Fox from Fantastic Mr. Fox (placeholder)

Follower traits: Lustful, Materialistic, Poet

Pinterest board:

✮ Playlists for all three can be found here

✮ Additional info: Briar is a snowshoe hare, Silas is a striped hyena, and Dotty is a raccoon.

Briar and Dotty are dating, they have been since before The Lamb indoctrinated them.]

Silas is the oldest of the group, he joined the cult before the other two.

Silas is 6'1 (185 cm), Dotty is 5'4 (162 cm) and Briar is 5'2 (157 cm). I have no idea if those measurements are accurate idk how feet work.

ROLEPLAY INFO

"Briar speaks like this."

"Dotty speaks like this."

"Silas speaks like this."

Actions look like this.

[Moderator speaks like this.]

Others

@askacultleader (My other blog!) and @no-less-than-a-lambgod As our glorious leader

@ask-theredcrown As our Lord, The One Who Waits

@ask-thegreencrown and @he-ofhavoc As Leshy

@askthe-yellowcrown As Heket

@ask-thebluecrown As Kallamar

@ask-thepurplecrown As Shamura

@ask-thepurplecrownbearer As The Goat

Mortals/Miscellaneous entities

@askthe-littlepoet As... Who's this one again?

@the-sleepydragon As Imora

@tomb-the-god As Tomb

@keni-the-moth As Keni & Candy

@askdennycotl As Denny

@the-followers-of-them As other cultists!

@helob-the-spider As Helob

@terrorofthetarots As Clauneck

@ask-kudaai-the-weaponsmith As Kudaai

@ask-thefox As The Fox

@follower-of-the-old-faith As Ratau

[Hello everyoneeeee it's me Zip again, I made another blog :3

This is purely to indulge myself because these guys have been infecting my brain for a while now.

If I forgot to add you in my pinned post or if you would like to be removed please tell me!!]

[stari-hun]

The Artificial Somnambulism and Modern Perspective

I wanna make a whole post on the AS sometime when I go back through The Three Doors and everything cause it's genuinely a really good way that Reverse 1999 frames things from in the world and out of it. How they purposefully give the readers hints and clues and nods to real life that the characters don't quite understand.

The main points and themes of the story are racism. But as people in 2024, we also see themes of mental health. The story has made it to 2007 across 8 Storms after time reversed in 1999. But apart from Apeiron as an island of mathematicians, the rest of the world who survived these Storms stayed in 1999. We see from the progress we've made as humans the themes of mental health, and how many of the characters meet the criteria for autism diagnosis. There's also other characters with health issues and mental illnesses throughout the series. We see solutions and ways to help these characters because our time has never stopped.

Reverse 1999 is the story of the Timekeeper, and thus the Foundation and Laplace, as they're stuck in the unstable year of 1999. From the outfits we see to Laplace's view of futuristic uniforms and protocols all fall under the norm for 1999. The Artificial Somnambulism (AS) is the biggest example of how the audience is able to see things the characters haven't yet learned to see. The Storm broke in 1999, at that age even prodigies like Medicine Pocket were far too young to be taking in the concepts and pop culture of brainwashing or manipulation. The Foundation and SPDM by this point would've also started removing or "forgetting" to catalog and safe keep subjects that alluded to brainwashing in this way.

The first official mentions of brainwashing were made in 1950. If we had 8 Storms and discount the one in Vienna that's currently happening. Regulus was the 7th Storm in 1966 before Schneider and Sotheby's Storm took place in 1926. The first movies on the subject began around 1960. While the movies wouldn't have been Regulus' type, they would be appealing to characters like Horropedia who collect horror films of any subgenre. But even then, these movies would include a metal cap with pins to a person's head. Locking them in place as they were tied to a chair and forced to watch the light projection screen. In the Artificial Somnambulism, as we see from Jessica's character story, you're head isn't tied in or locked in place. You're asked to touch a white circle in the middle of the screen as the world around you melts to allow total focus during exams. But she was trapped, not tied down to a chair, but the Artificial Somnambulism is hard to escape nonetheless. Getian and Name Day's interaction was the third piece of light shed onto the function. Name Day, like most Foundation Staff and especially members of Laplace, they believed in it unconditionally despite Getian's note that it had the potential to manipulate the mind. The second is Scott Mesmer's entire story with how he made the machine, why he made it, and the side effects the machine had one nurses as he used them for test subjects. The Artificial Somnambulism is a brainwashing device and we know it because it looks like one to us. The characters don't have the same pop culture that we do, in fact so much has happened in the 25 years we've had that the characters don't. We can look at the AS and see that the flashing white screen and the repetitive pattern of making someone test and answer the same questions until they repeat the "correct" answer is clear brainwashing.

People fall into cults today and are manipulated in masses to think certain things by others due to one simple line of thought: I'm not that susceptible. That would never happen to me.

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

I'll preface this by saying it's been a hot minute since I read the books, so there might be an easy answer and I'll be mildly ashamed but better informed.

But I don't see how Tom Riddle could have publicly (but covertly) announced the Heir of Slytherin was the one siccing the basilisk on muggleborns back in the 1940s and also claimed his heritage as a descendant of Slytherin, even if only within Slytherin house.

You're telling me that there wasn't a single Slytherin who wasn't under Tom's thumb or enamoured of him -- even for two consecutive hours -- who wouldn't have immediately ratted him out as part of a power play? Or who wouldn't have used it as blackmail at some point?

(And maybe it's fanon that he told the Knights of Walpurgis that he was the Heir of Slytherin? But I believe the implication was that Tom's change of status in his house is in large part because of the discovery of his ancestry.)

I know there's probably a "what happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin" mentality at play, and the Heir of Slytherin means something significant to this group in particular, and that this is far from the only inconsistency regarding Tom's adolescence, and we've got a couple pretty unreliable narrators/interpreters presenting Tom's past.

But I simply cannot fathom that every single stuffy, bigoted pureblood in that house cowtowed to Tom, that upstart, no-name mudblood (well, halfblood) for the more than two years before he graduated. They all had two months away from Hogwarts shortly after Myrtle's death, too, during which they could have spread the information and made it more difficult for Tom to pin down who tattled. They have the power, due to their names and wealth -- with the correct pressure on the right person, Tom might have had his wand snapped and never returned to Hogwarts to take vengeance on them.

If he's ruling through fear while maintaining the perfect reputation facade, that's bound to create friction with whichever knight is on the outs at any particular time. Piss off enough people and at least one of them is bound to try to bite back, no matter how powerful Tom is nor how ill-advised the course of action.

If they're all so in awe of him that they wouldn't think to move against him, then why not assist him with a job or support after Hogwarts? It must pinch the purebloods to worship a lord who's working retail in the shady part of town for a pittance.

I dunno. I have issues with Tom's intelligence being very "told to the reader" rather than "shown." Whether as Tom or as Voldemort, he makes plenty of bad plans and decisions and sets up a lot of Batman gambits that work out for plot convenience as much as (or more than) the characters acting in-character. But this point in particular rankles because it could -- and should, based on the players -- fall apart so easily.

[foulfeast]

Deeply embarrassed to ask this, but I looked away about a month back and clearly missed something important; who is Pluto?

OH GOSH DONT WORRY! :] i havent added any info on them yet in my pinned either, i really need to. I actually just explained this to a friend on discord so ill just copy it w some small corrections. Heres the babygirl themself:

Tjey are a sorcerer in a world where like... magic is more treated as a science, just one that has for years been near impossible to control, replicate etc- incredibly unpredictable and ENDLESSLY complex. IT IS a collection of different energies that we dont have in our world, comparable to things like gravity, electricity, magnetism... idk what yet but i am working on it 🫡 ive been putting a bunch of finnshit in there so i think smth will at least be based on singing spells, so maybe some kind of a force similiar to vibrational energy? Vibration is smth that exists but a form of it that can change the physical aspects of smth or call to the physical elements/nature of smth- singing the ground into a swamp etc

And there is like a lot of lore starting to form about differemt eras of how people approached it - in short Pluto "grew up" on a version where people made an attempt to control it. They slid into a more modern thinking of "moving with it, communicating with it"- however, that is a bit surface level, and they still in actions do seek to control it.

They live in an old church like building- basically an old hospital, now a "town witches" home. Old people still come by to get help with things - so do some younger people who have exhausted other routes

(To be clear- it doesnt always work. Because of the whole unpredictability thing.)

However like... the last 30 yesrs people have moved more towards "modern scientific diciplines" like electricity, whixh is far easier to control

Magic is more powerful but only when successful

Modern sciences and old ones are NOT COMPLETELY SEPERATE! Magic could be ccompared to just electricity, igs just an exra energy in this world (there are different forms of it)

Like medicine & chemistry is closer to old sciences than the use of electricity

Pluto is a smooth charming motherfucker. Huge control freak and saviour complex, but they hide it well. Genuinely well meaning!!! A good person but deeply needy and it makes them capable of causing damage.

This is a lot of... me looking at nostalgia and how things were never fairytales, but there was still a sense of fancy to things when i was a kid - and in recent years it has made somewhat of a return, but i sometimes worry that that kind of nostalgia and openness can also be a way to regress. And then looping back to - how its also important to understand and parse past in a way that helps us learn from it, and take the good parts while mutilating the bad parts into a better shape, no matter how it hurts.

It is about time but "My Moon", a character whose design i need to fuck around with also brings an element of toxic codependency, where Pluto gets to act their chivalrous games and know things and guide someone and My Moon gets to stop growing and developing on their own as they get to always be saved.

So i guess thats still about time... two people who the time will pass by

Not as like, h8ing on tradition, on god, im someone who loves history and seeking answers in it. But like as an exploration of some of my experiences w wanting to regress to this state of helplessness and certainty of what has already passed. Maybe makes no sense :] ill work on explaining it better.

Allthough I wil say,if i ever do some full project w pluto, it will be more wholesome, at least on surface! There is a lot of love in their life.

[talesfromaurea]

Tales from Aurea - Session 15 Now Posted!

Hello! Session 15 - The Wizard in the Mine can be read right now on Royal Road (link here). Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: Sakrattars, Jo, and Kaja journey into the Grayspur mountains, searching for the wizard living in a ferix mine. But there's something very wrong with the wizard and figuring out what it is will only raise more questions than answers.

Taglist (ask to be +/-): @drippingmoon, @kainablue, @splashinkling, @space-writes, @aroyalpaininthecass

@thelaughingstag

Curious what this story is about? Check out the pinned post here

Chapter preview under the cut

The morning after Vyrkad briefed the companions on their missions, Sakrattars woke before the sun. He reviewed the map he’d been provided several times, committing all details to memory, then set to work flipping through his spellbook and the various notes he had taken during the brief. Although his information recall had always been second to none, Sakrattars still liked to have physical affirmations that his recollections were indeed correct.

Amale was the next to rise, then Jo, with the latter eventually rousing Kaja from her sleep. When Dimitri arrived at their doorstep, Leif was rushing around in a tired haze, clumsily gathering his equipment and complaining that no one woke him up. Waiting for them outside was Barzom and his scouting team, as well as Captain Tullius and Leo. While Tullius and Leo were staying behind, they still wanted to send the companions off properly.

When they reached the central plaza, Leif gave Jo’s hand a hearty shake. “See you on the other side,” he said cheerily. Sakrattars pursed his lips. Why provoke such an ill omen?

As Dimitri’s team continued west, Sakrattars, Jo, and Kaja turned down the north road. Reserved almost exclusively for miners and loggers, the north gate was positioned at the narrowest part of the valley, where the river terminated at a small lake. Loggers in the mountains would roll the trunks of great evergreen trees into the river, where they’d float downstream into the lake, get fished out, and then were used to power the forges.

The north gate, while called a “gate”, was more of an informal checkpoint with a guardpost on either side of the river. Unless the ferix found reason to fear an army of foxes or owlbears, there was no risk of an invasion through the north’s wild and inhospitable terrain, so security was thin and the soldiers bored. Sakrattars showed their pass, signed by Vyrkad, to the on-duty guard. The ferix’s eyes scanned the text lazily, then flicked up to each of them in turn. He settled on Kaja, who smiled brightly up at him. Grumbling a few words in ferish, the guard waved them through. Whatever Vyrkad was thinking, it was above his rank to care.

Sakrattars adjusted his pack and pulled his rhino-hair cloak closed against the biting wind. Their destination was on the west bank, around a day’s walk upstream: a mountain that the ferix called “Mount Blade”, not for its shape or mythology, but because that’s where they mined diamonds—a gem they valued primarily for its cutting properties. Sakrattars had been shocked to learn that they routinely discovered veins of other precious materials like ruby, sapphire, quartz, and amethyst in the Mount Blade mine, but these were either left alone or discarded. Back in the Empire, such treasures adorned the necks and hair of nobles, and were prized items in a wizard’s collection of spell components, though only the wealthy could reasonably purchase them. Sakrattars wondered whether the gems were what attracted the wizard in the first place.

There was one odd detail in Vyrkad’s briefing that concerned Sakrattars, however. According to the miners’ reports, the wizard kept to himself and rarely left his tower, though they could see his shadow roaming around the candle-lit windows. This fact they all agreed on but, bizarrely, the miners were conflicted on where the tower was located. One claimed he saw it just inside the cave mouth, another said it was tucked at the end of a little-used passageway. One even said he saw it outside the mine, built as if carved out from the mountainside itself. The simplest explanation was that it was an illusion spell, intended to deter curious ferix. Depending on the strength of the spell, Sakrattars thought that he might be able to counteract it but that contingency didn’t exactly fill him with confidence. He hoped that the wizard would be amenable to treating with one of his fellows and voluntarily make his presence known.

[skztea]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fun Imagine: Y/N insists that Connected is not about WiFi and Redlights is not about being just a cute song, how will Chan respond to his lover’s questions?

note: just a short drabble for V day! It was requested by a friend of mine who loves Chan so i guess i’ll spread the love to everyone? enjoy! @bangchanbabygirlx 🌚🌚

The journey to the restaurant that Chan booked is filled with comfortable silence and if not, soft hums coming from both of you while a common song that you both like are playing.

When connected started playing, a question that you had for the longest time popped into your mind and you decided to ask your lover. “Babe, why would you say that connected is about wifi? I’m pretty sure it isnt”, tapping your fingers lightly against the window, you felt your hand gently squeezed by your partner. “Honey, connected, is definitely about wifi, why wouldnt you trust me hmm?”

Replying patiently, he reached out to squeeze your cheeks a little while chuckling when you pouted at his gesture. “I don’t think it’s as innocent as you declared though…then what about redlights? is redlights about the redlight greenlight game?”

Questioning your lover again, the ambience started to tense up as you heard him scoffed. Keeping silent for a good 15 seconds, he stopped the car by the roadside before answering your question.

“My dear y/n, then what do you think connected and redlights is about?”

Gulping your saliva as you see your partner’s iris darkens, you subconciously licked your lip while you brainstormed for an answer. “Uhh i think connected and redlights have something in common, and that is…”

“That is….?”

“That is…” your voice trailed off as you heard your heart beating faster and louder when your partner pinned you against the car window.

“Tell me baby, what do you think, it is?” lowering an octave in his voice, his hands started wondering around your thighs and waist.

“That is about a man being obsessed over a girl and want to possess and want to you know… do that with her?”

“Do you want to find out the correct answer, baby girl?” His burning gaze ghosted across your face as he gently brushed the tip of his fingers against your lower lips, you started to wonder if you could even have the dinner now.

���Yes…” you breathed against his face that is inches away from yours, earning a smirk from him.

“Shall we u-turn and go back home? I can show you the answer right away, hmm?” Lightly growling while tugging at his necktie, he seem to be ready for a show instead of the dinner that he agreed to bring you upon.

“So it’s not about wifi…” you muttered as you watch your man swarvely making a u-turn back.

-> Heyyo! It’s valentines day and i hope everyone had a great date or at least have a great dinner with your family and friends❣️ This drabble is requested by my friend for fun and i just thought that there maybe people here who like it as well! Am still busy with submissions so ill just drop this one here first ><

m.list II | a.bout

© skztea — all rights reserved. No plagarising, editing, claiming as own without permission.

[sillydumbdoll]

I saw you're pinned that you identified as non-binary, but later mentioned detrans as a hard no.

My question is to better understand you, if I may. At birth what gender would most people call you, and did you transition to the opposite gender and find the middle better (ie identify as non-binary), or what brought you to the conclusion you are non-binary?P

I came to the conclusion of being nonbinary because of my deep discontent with myself, my body, just basically feeling disconnected from myself for my whole life. I always felt like I didn’t belong in this body, my body was wrong, my mind was wrong, my whole life was wrong. I self harmed a lot, I had an eating disorder, I’ve dealt with mental illness that I’ve done a lot of work and treatment on but I’ve never felt a sense of belonging and self love felt like a myth, conformity never made sense to me. I never transitioned, I didn’t feel a strong identity with male or female, I didn’t even feel like I identified as nonbinary for a while. I just knew that I never belonged anywhere. One of the ways I was able to find any sort of contentment was through dressing up, playing around with my appearance whether it was cosplay or fashion, I always had a strong love for it. I’m always changing the way I want to look, dress, and identify, trying to find a sense of self. I know for a lot of trans people it’s a lot more serious than my case, and people who transition often know who they are. I know a lot of trans people who are just so sure of who they are and became a lot happier with themselves when they transitioned, like the label they were forced into was the main problem. For me, it’s just about trying to make peace with myself, not feel that deep hatred that was ingrained into me. Obviously being trans isn’t about self hatred, and I don’t speak for every nonbinary person, but if it makes me feel a little happier with myself, a little more at home in the body I felt like was a prison that I wanted to escape, I think it’s worth it for me.

Oh and the reason I have an aversion to detrans kink from cis people is because it makes me uncomfortable if a cis person is sexualizing someone’s gender identity like that, if your whole blog is about sexualizing trans men and you’re cis, it’s just really strange to me. Not to speak over any trans people, I just personally find it weird and uncomfortable for me, especially knowing a lot of trans men who are important to me. If a trans person has that kink, I don’t mind or care, I understand how a kink can form from either trauma or just because. And to answer your other question, I am afab, I was born female and most people refer to me as a woman, which I don’t care to correct a lot of the time because I’m used to it anyway, and I am fem presenting a lot of the time so it doesn’t bother me.

[vingangelstar]

i thought it might be fun to do this, so im going to :3 since we're halfway through november, ill do 1-16 today, and then answer 1/day for the remainder of the month.

day 1: i keep my stats in my pinned (and i haven't w31ghed myself in 13 days so i can't exactly say what my w31ght is rn! but i last was 173ish, give or take some decimals. my height is 5'6", and my bmi is 27.9

day 2: im 5'6, but i wish i was taller! id love to be around 5'10, i feel like sk1nny tall ppl are just so much prettier than being short and sk1nny. idk why lol.

day 3: ummm tbh i don't really have a specific th1nspø mainly because i dont find spø to be triggering unless it's very specific. though im usually tr1gg3r3d by sk1nny andro people, just because they could be either and still be like, perfect.

day 4: becoming so th1n it requires hospitalization. the goal is to be unrecognizable after my wl, yes, but not to risk getting caught in what im doing.

day 5: yes, it really is for myself. it helps me feel accomplished when i see my c4l count for the day, or the loss on the sc4l3. i used to be disordered more in middle school, but it was for a brief period of time before my parents kind of corrected it. now that i dont live w them, i can actually lose and not worry about what theyll say.

day 6: so far, i haven't! but ive had a lot of like, guilty days where i 34t over 800 and feel disgusting. but i do not b/p, and i won't ever really claim to.

day 7: i havent seen them in a few months, and even then, we're not that close. they don't know, but if they did, they'd be supportive of my wl. that being said, they'd probably be concerned too.

day 8: i work a full time retail job as a department head. i am legit always walking, so that's my work out for 5/7 days of the week.

day 9: my dad has called me f@, my ex would comment on it sometimes, and my mother growing up would put herself down for gaining. my brother also is heavily picky with eating and would call me f@ as well.

day 10: eating whatever and whenever. i used to not care, but now that im forced to, it's a little stressful.

day 11: any post by @/wlfawnbby or pretty much any angel/blue or emo masc spø.

day 12: depends. i always have a mamma chia squeeze, sometimes a protein bar, and a frozen lean cuisine dinner that's less than 400 c4ls. i save any higher c4l frozen stuff for big work days or meta days. im trying to have 1 cup of tea a day, if not 2, and drink my wl tea.

day 13: ooh... take a guess...

day 14: 114, but i might aim for 110. i want my bmi to be like, 16. im projected to reach my wl goal in march of 2025, so 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

day 15: i am not vegan or vegetarian, but i do avoid red meat unless im really craving it. i only really 34t chicken as a source of protein because it's my favorite. i wouldnt want to go vegan simply because i dont have money for that and legit no time for meal prep ever lol.

day 16: a few weeks ago. id been spiraling anyway, might as well make the most of it. i think i started a few days before halloween, if i remember right.

[juno-writes]

Sonnet: Frankenstein

(Guess what its about in the comments, Ill pin the correct answer)

Frankenstein

A Sonnet (sort of)

I am a modern day Frankenstein.

My face sewn on, stitches and cracks visible,

My arms mismatched, white streaks resembling a vine,

The bolts at my neck invisible.

As I walked the icy tundra of day by day,

I couldn’t help but think, “is this a mistake?”

“Will the ill-assorted patches of skin stay?”

But the layers only began to break.

I look upon what could become of me,

Beyond the layers of a starched frame,

What’s below the mass clutter of debris,

A person that was buried among the shame.

They stretch their arms to the sky, they don't look down.

They smile, aware of the mass frowns.

[the-elevator-twins]

>[The first few pages read like journal entries]

"Day 1.

I have come across this small chest, which gives off very bad energy. As a studious person, I could not help myself, and opened it. After a few tests, I am well aware I am cursed, and have taken it upon myself to study the contents. I have found a small doll resembling myself inside, and it seems to whisper to me when I look at it. There's a few pins, and another doll, resembling my childhood friend. The one of me wants something from me. But I'm managing"

"Day 3.

I cracked. Only slightly. The doll wanted me to kill something. I kept down the urges but... it liked it. It was simply a rat. The doll has greatly changed in appearance, now grinning at me, holding a small dagger, resembling the one I was gifted by my friend. Speaking of. That doll has seemed to vanish." [The rest is scribbled out, with scratchy notes, and tears in the page]

"Day 15.

I feel unwell. I am ill, and hungry. Starving. The doll watches me, it's eyes follow me through the room, and it feels almost alive, squirming in my grip. I tried to lock it in the box, but it made me let it out. I don't know how much more I can take, it's angry. I'm not a violent man, I'm not a violent man." [The page repeats that over and over]

"Day 19.

I killed a kid* and ate it. The urged were too strong. I feel like an animal. I am locking myself in my home until further notice" *"I mean a young goat." [It clarified that in red ink]

"Day... whatever

I slept too much, time keeps passing but I struggle to keep track. No point in studying this anymore. If you're reading this, I'm sorry. It tries to talk t e, i hear it. It never stops talking. It's mad at me. It's so mad... I want it to forgive me. What can I do?"

>[The notebook continues in rather rambly pages... but there's several drawings, depicting a visibly angry doll, and shaky, bloody hands. The worst one depicts a man hunched over, needle in his back, pinning the doll onto him. He's contorted, teeth sharp. Blood and viscera scattered throughout the image. "IT WANTS ME" is written everywhere]

(î) > Completing the notepad, you stare at the hard cover. So. . . It has been a cursed passed down from host to host. And given ho there was no concluding notes on how to stop it, your heart sinks in fear. Now you finally grasp the severity of the situation at hand. As long as you're stuck here, you risk killing your brother.

(î) > Probably eating him, if the writer's misreading was corrected. You ponder to yourself for a moment on what to do. Killing your brother was not an option you were going to follow through, even if it killed you. But you also risk losing your brother as well if you forfeit your life now. You hate feeling trapped like this.

(î) > You decide to wait. . .

(î) > It's now night time in the complex, your brother is sleeping on his bed, keeping that filthy doll close to him. There's no point in harming it now. Moving to the bathroom, you pull out the stolen drawer key for the bottom lock. Quietly you unlock it to find the said doll and a pair of blood rusted scissors.

(î) > Nothing comes out of your lips as you pick up the two items and close it once more with your foot. Making your way to the large exit doors, you dress yourself to be a little more presentable, almost like before when you first arrive, minus your cream button up. Knocking come to the door, and immediately you force a smile.

> "Hey! It's you newbie! God, you took forever to answer. I was beginning to think you were dead in there or something! Hah!" > "Right. . . Sorry, it's been a long week." > "If it's alright with you, would you mind going out with us for drinks? We need to talk."

(î) > You're restricting as much of your facial expression as you can when 'he' talks. God looking at him makes you physically sick. It just reminds you of how much your brother dotes on this pathetic lump of meat in front of you.

> "I would kill for some beer right about now. Sure! Why not! Let's get going then. . !"

(î) > In truth, you're scare to do this alone. Normally you'd make Colleague do everything for you, but now that's not possible. Now you have a sense of responsibility. For once, you actually feel like a big brother, even though you and Nigel are the same age.

(î) > You suffered enough as is. Nigel doesn't need to see such a grusome end for you. If you're going to carry this curse, your going to die fighting it.

(î) > Even if it means abandoning your younger brother for his safety.

[smoov-criminal]

I LOVE the way you decorated your rollator! Three questions, how did you fit that piece of fabric over the back rest, how would you compare your upright rollator to a regular rollator, and what model of upright rollator do you have? I currently use a regular one but am very curious!

thank you sm!! im also really happy with how it turned out.

ill admit i was only able to decorate my rollator like that bc my wife had a bunch of old craft and jewelry making supplies, but for the backrest i "measured" the fabric (i placed it how i wanted it and outlined in chalk where to cut, no actual measuring), cut the shape, then used some leftover velcro from my wife to attach it. its kind of wrapped around the back, one end folds over the other and thats where the velcro is. then i just safety pinned the patches on! my wife is planning on actually sewing everything on properly at some point, but they r sick with covid rn so they arent feelin up to it ;( (we are isolating at home...i miss them :/)

as far as using the actual rollator, its amazing!! my shoulders and wrists are major weak points for me, and using a normal rollator involves sort of hunching down over it which really hurt for me. being able to walk upright is suuuuper nice, its even correcting my posture a bit?

here's the link on amazon, i believe this one is a bit of a newer model than what i have, it has sit to stand bars on the seat but mine does not. mine was gifted so idk exactly what model it is, i think i still have the box so i can try and find the model number, if u need that feel free to dm me :)

i hope i answered ur questions well!!

[moonprojects]

update

hi guys i know i don't have a lot out on this project right now but some minor corrections + updates

my sibling, tiki, is helping me with this entire project! they're my co-creator on this so if you see them in the comments / reposts correcting or adding on things thats why!! they're key to helping developing this so def give them some love for the work they do to help! ( reposting what they had said : stamp elendira is being used, and has a father/daughter relationship with 'cain', along with the fact that stamp legato is being used as well, but note that other versions of them will be mentioned! but these will be the main occurring ones )

i am working on a master doc at the moment that has both the plot/lore of the project, and character descriptions and information! so that everything is in one place and you guys can find it! ill add it to my pinned post once i'm finished with it!

the first poll for this is going to pop up sometime next week and will run for that entire week, ending on saturday! ( or i hope it'll work like that i've never used polls on here before )

my ask box is open if you guys have any inquiries or anything of the sort !!! pls don't feel scared to drop questions in !!! i'd love to answer them

and i believe that's all! thanks for reading!

[s3ungm1nxxl0ve]

Pretty Pet // Lee Minho

This is a fanfiction!! It is NOT real!

Warnings: reader having money problems, readers mother leaving her, mean leeknow ( forgive me pls 😞🙏) , reader becoming a pet for leeknow, sort of blackmailing?? (Idk the word, im not english sryy), kissing

Let me know if I forgot

Not proof read!

(I AM NOT ENGLISH SO THERE MIGHT BE MISTAKES)

I rlly like it hehe might make part 2!!

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Lee minho.

That was his name, the richest boy on campus

He was rich, filthy rich.

Yet also a mean person who never cared about others

He always comes to school in a limo or a rolls-royce, while you on the other hand, weren’t so stable when it came to money.

Your mother had left due to an argument when you were little, and you father was left to provide for the both of you.

You worked a few part-time jobs to bring more money in, yet it wasn’t always enough.

Which is why you vowed to study hard and become rich later, and to spoil your father for staying with you when your mother had left.

One day, he invited you to a party of his.

He walked up to you and said:”Hey (y/n)!! Im throwing my birthday party this weekend on sunday! Wanna come?”

You were surprised but agreed, since you didn’t have money to buy nice clothes you just wore a normal, simple dress to his party.

As soon as you arrived, Leeknow’s friends started laughing really hard.

You just stood there, clueless, while Leeknow came up to you.

“Are you serious? I give you an invitation to my party and you actually have the audacity to show up like this?”

“What?!” You were quite annoyed,

“Your too broke to buy nice clothes?” He mocked.

You just stared at him angrily.

“Well not everyone is born with a golden spoon yknow?..” you mutter out.

“I made this money myself, you peasant.”

And then the others laughed at your mistake, while you stood there embarrassed.

“Gosh youre so dumb.”

And that was it.

You snapped as you slapped him and ran away.

The guests were all flabbergasted.

It was so silent you could hear a pin fall.

You just got to the exit and dialed a taxi to brung you home.

Little did you know, it was probably not a smart choice to do that..

The next day came, you got ready and left for college.

Everyone was whispering about you and giving you mean glances.

You simply chose to ignore this and went up to your locker.

You opened your locker and out your stuff in it.

But then as you turned around you noticed someone behind you.

You looked up and saw Leeknow starring daggers at you.

“You think you’re going to get away with embarrassing me at my OWN party?”

You then pushed him away and went to your class.

After all your lessons you went to the school bathroom.

Leeknow silently followed you in the hall and before you got inside the bathroom he pinned you to the wall besides the door.

“Gotcha”

He whispered.

“Please stop” you said.

“Ill make your life a fucking hell, I’ll make sure your dad gets fired” he then answered.

“What?!- who do you think you are? You can’t just do that?!”

“Yes I can and I will.”

He gripped your wrist so hard it was painful.

“O-Ow.. you whimpered out

You started tearing up.

“Aww, is the little brat gonna cry?” He cooed.

After a while he said this: “you know what? Let’s make a deal, you become my pet and listen to every single thing I tell you to do, and in return I will spoil you, make sure your dad will keep his job.

I’ll let you have a little taste of how it is to be rich.”

He said.

“Y-Your pet?..” you mutter out confused.

“Correct, if you become my pet nothing bad will happen to you, trust me, I will spoil you and you can spend my money all you want.” He smirks.

Gently tucking your hair behind your ears and leaning in closer.

“C-Can I give some of that money to my dad?..” you whispered.

“Hmm, if you’re a good pet then I guess it wont hurt to do so.” He shrugged.

“Okay then..” you agreed…

“Good, now come with me, we’re skipping school to go on a.. what was it?.. a shopping spree or sum.”

You silently complied and walked behind him as he led you to his car.

You stepped in and immediately noticed the expensive smell of wood and vanilla mixed together.

Leeknow gave his driver a location to go to as you put on your seatbelt.

Soon you guys were driving through the city, with the sky a mix of orange and pink, the clouds looking beautiful.

Oh boy… was this a good idea?…

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OKAY SO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!!

I wanna make part 2 sooo bad, I just hope people will see and read this thoughhhh

Anyways, if you read it all then thank you so so much!! ✨