#isa gonna be pissed

[clubsmarties]

He nuzzled into her face and gave her nose a small little kiss. He enjoyed the pda they'd endulge in every time they were out and about. It was these moments that carried him through when he didn't think he had anymore to give. "About fifteen percent. It's just people being stupid and dumb thinking they can do shit like that and not get hurt. Or burn a house down. Luckily no casualties but still stressful." His grin showed off his dimple and that twinkle in his eyes. "Yes ma'am. Whatever you say. We could conserve water and take one together. I promise I'll behave." It was his thing he needed to shower every night after work. He didn't know how people could shower in the mornings and then climb into bed like that. "Isa has always been a dad in training. I know he's gonna be a hell of a dad. Rosebud is his best girl."

He hummed into her ear and let out a breathy laugh. One of his fingers trailed down her back to her sides as he breathed her in. "But you wouldn't have it any other way, baby." He lifted his head and smirked. "Next one? Hmm sign me up. Let's have all the tiny angels."

"Move in. At least until my schedule goes back to normal. I don't like being away from you two and I know you'll have help with my sisters here but think of all the dinners we won't have on FaceTime." He tried to bribe her into saying yes as he heard Diego sign himself up for nursery building.

One second he was watching Diego carry his daughter and the next his eyes were on his cake. A chuckle escaped him as he looked up at his wife. Bringing her face to his he kissed her and put frosting on the tip of her nose before he whispered a low thank you. "I knew it. I love it. Thank you."

"I bet baby," she leaned into him, tilting her head up to kiss the scruff on his cheek. "Accident rate went up this year with the fireworks then?" A sigh fell from her lips, feeling the annoyance in his tone. An annoyance she shared, knowing that it was people's risky behavior that put him and his colleagues in danger. "Soon as we get home, you're going right to bed to rest. Well, after your shower." Laurel never forgot that her husband preferred night showers, and never skipped one. Especially after he came home from work. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Isa was ready to cry just to get her back. I didn't realize just how ready he was for his uncle role."

Laurel's laugh filtered through as he answered. "Sure you don't. I know your sneaky side, my love." His smirk confirmed it too. Laurel glanced down, as if trying to find her features in their girl, and her smile widened when she could only pinpoint his. All the things she loved most about him, down to the cupid's bow on her tiny lips. "Hmm, I guess my genes put in a good fight, but I'm happy yours are stronger. Makes it easier to consider a second kid," she teased with a chuckle.

"I know, and you don't need to apologize. This job is not very different from our work." Being away and long hours - it's not something she was unfamiliar with. "I'm just glad that we do still have dinner most times even if it's on—wait, what?" Her eyes were drawn up to him. Surely, he was teasing. "I don't know if that's..." her words were cut off by Diego who quickly perked up when his name was called out. He sat across from them, a glass of sparkling water in his hand. "I've never built one, but hey I'll give it a shot! You finally moving in Laurel?" He joked with her before stretching his arms out to them, silently asking if he could hold their girl. "We could definitely make some space for you guys, spend some more time out at the station. We could use an effective alarm, what's better than a crying baby?"

She gestured for Diego to approach them and carefully set Rosebud in his arms. Diego's joy couldn't be hidden as he held their girl and moved back towards his seat. Laurel turned to look at her husband once more, though from the corner of her eye, she saw the waiter holding the cake from earlier with lit candles. Setting it down in front of him. Salted caramel cake, so he had guessed correctly. "Happy birthday baby."

[sharkylass]

ALRIGHT, I ASKED FOREVER AGO, BUT WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT MY ISA LOOPS AU??

Heads up this contains a lot, and I mean A LOT of spoilers for In Stars And Time. Including: = Act 6 spoilers, including main mystery and secret encounter = Minimal Act 5 stuff = And a bunch of extra stuff that happens through Act 3 and 4. SO BASICALLY ALMOST EVERYTHING, FINISH THIS GAME COMPLETELY BEFORE READING (ESPECIALLY THAT ACT 6 ENCOUNTER, IT WILL LITERALLY BE THE FIRST THING I MENTION UNDER THE CUT)

With all those warnings out of the way-

IN REPETITION AND CHANGE

Initial Concepts:

I feel it's important to show these sketches because they were the first ideas I ever had. I wasn't even entirely sure I wanted to make an AU at this point, I didn't even know how I'd approach it. But I started sketching and it's been on my mind since- SO! Isa is stuck in the timeloop. I know what his wish is and he DOES have a Loop equivalent! The grumpy dandelion guy is Roboro (it/they/he). Their name is a very small play on Ouroboros and they call Isa "Seedling". However, this post is not about them, as I'm gonna talk about it and Isa's dynamic in a separate post. In short, Isa is his normal loud self up until Act 3, right? They beat the King, they reach the end, and whoops, the loop isn't broken. So now, what happens is that Isa starts getting his brains out. He starts thinking more analytically and tries to problem solve.

The more stuck he gets in his head, the less he's able to perceive his friends as real people, and more like them holding him back. Because even if Isa explains that he's smart, that they shouldn't be surprised if he says something, shock of all shocks, reasonable- They'll forget it the next loop.

So Isa is stuck with trying to portray his confident, loud, supportive facade- Which is fine! It wouldn't be the first time! But it progressively gets more and more frustrating, as he tries to find answers and simply looses the energy to pretend to be stupid.

TL;DR: Isa in the timeloop, unlike Siffrin, becomes more distant and cold rather then something more akin to Sif's mania.

NOW, MORE ART!!!

KILL KILL KILL:

I imagine Isa didn't have this encounter the same way that Sif did. Yeah, frankly, Isa is pissed with the sadness- But that's not why he goes through with this.

In this moment, Isa is trying to kill two birds with one stone. He's trying to get through this quickly, as well as reassure Mira that they can do this! If he shows how strong he is, then she'll feel safe right???

Poor Isabeau forgot that whenever he shows that he thinks ahead, he scares people. How could he forget that? How could he forget that he's inherently---

Family Quest:

I still think Odile is the one to call out to him (same with sus quest).

The hangouts I'm still figuring out, cause I don't think they'd too similar to base game- But, fun fact, at the end of this run, everyone agrees to keep travel together!

Isabeau brings it up, can't hurt if you can fix your mistakes right? And everyone agrees. The relief on Siffrin is the most palpable thing Isabeau has ever seen.

In this moment they love you. In this moment they all love you. In this moment---

Death Screen:

He loops back anyways. (This is one of the initial concepts that I ended up animating. This line in particular is when he reaches the end)

Act 5 Tarot Card:

NOW TO SEE MORE OF HIS PASSIVE AGRESSIVE SIDE

Thanks to @the-bitter-ocean for prescribing tarot cards to Isa (THEY ALL FUCK SO HARD) and for the RAW ASS LINE

If interacted with in act 5, predictably, Isa tears it apart. He doesn't need the divine judgement upon him, he's faced everyone's perception his entire life.

However, he tears it methodically. Tears it once in even pieces, twice, three times, and one of the pieces once more. In a way he isn't even getting his emotions out, it's like he's actively trying to tear it apart so it stops nagging him, like he wants to shut it up. Though, the Judgement card symbolizes rebirth, absolution and inner calling. In Act 6 he'd be able to look at it and find comfort and confidence in the card.

Act 5 Mirror:

And lastly, I have the Act 5 mirror picture. I haven't quite figured out how to make the normal ones work yet, however, I couldn't let go of the idea that Isa would not want to be in the picture.

The idea of seeing himself at all makes his head hurt and his stomach squeeze. The memory haunts him as he stands to the side and says the word. He didn't think the mirror would catch him.

AAAAND THAT'S ALL THE ART STUFF FOR NOW!!

I still have quite a bit of it to post, especially about Roboro, but I'm gonna leave it here for now.

I still gotta figure out the hangouts and potentially the dagger equivalent- but I have ideas for Bad Touch, the glass equivalent, and some extra little things that didn't happen in Siffrin's loops.

I needed to yap about this, because I've been slowly stacking up ideas and writing and I needed to share it at some point- If anyone read all this and has questions and stuff I fully welcome 'em!!

[sweetshuga]

Older ✰ MS

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brother’s!bsf!matt! Accidentally walking in on your brother’s best friend while he was pissing.

"What’s wrong with your ass? You’ve been on edge for like the whole fucking day? Did Lynn finally get tired of your shit and break up with you or sum’?" You called out to your brother as you walked towards the bathroom. "Shut up, kid, you don’t know anything," you scoffed, halting in your step to turn around and give your brother a deadpanned look, "I’m not a kid anymore, I’m already 18!" You said, clearly annoyed.

"18? Pfft, still a kid," your brother laughed making you roll your eyes, "’kay? You’re not even that much older than me, you just recently turned 21," you argued back, rolling your eyes yet again before turning your heel, "whatever, geez, I just wanted to piss, go away." You grumbled as you briskly walked to the bathroom door, almost swinging it open and froze—your brother’s best friend, Matt, had his dick out, peeing.

You slammed the door shut, your mouth agape and eyes wide, "what the hell? You’re gonna break the do-" before your brother could finish his sentence, you stormed off to your room, slamming the door shut behind you. "Hey! Be careful, brat! Mom and dad are gonna get mad at both of us if your door breaks!" Your brother laughed, amused by your sudden behaviour, not knowing you just saw his best friend’s dick.

First incident: Accidentally walking in on him pissing.

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incident. 2 3

wc. 232

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. Roomie!Chris and Brother’s!Bsf!Matt are my literal favourite au's ever. I'm thinking of making this a series too, we'll see how it goes. Also, love love love Isabel Larosa, this blurb was influenced by the song of the same name.

© sweetshuga

[galaxynajma]

How different Isagi ships would react to Isagi’s birthday

For isagi’s birthday I wanna do something silly and write some headcanons on how different some Yoichi ships would do to celebrate his birthday!

This was gonna have more than three ships originally but I didn’t have any ideas for them 😔 and didn’t want them to all feel similar

All of these will be short and hopefully sweet

Bachisagi:

Bachira is overjoyed by the fact that its his favorite person’s birthday today

He has the day planned out already . They’ll go to the park after eating breakfast. Walk around enjoy the scenery and then they enjoy a big picnic with Isagi’s cake ( that Bachira baked himself) for dessert!

there’s only one problem…. How will he wake Isagi up?

Bachira can’t be his normally loud self when waking Isagi up he has to do something special for his birthday!

After 5 minutes of Bachira just standing there staring at Isagi sleeping he finally wakes up on his own

Bachira panics a little and then immediately jumps Isagi . Downing the birthday boy with kisses and hugs

Isagi can’t think of a better way to start his morning than being bombarded by kisses from his happy little bumblebee 

Kaisagi:

Isagi woke up feeling a little refreshed and a little happy with the fact that it’s his birthday

But his mood immediately gets ruined when the first thing he sees when waking up is Kaiser in all his naked glory

" happy birthday Yoichi " Kaiser says in a sinfully tone with a stupid smile on his face

" Oh don’t look so pissed off already you know how much some people would pay to see the Michael Kaiser naked on their birthday? " the only thing Kaiser gets from Isagi as a reply is a side eye . Trying his best to keep his eyes at Kaiser’s face

" whatever. Today is all about you! Which is why I’m gonna take you out to spoil you <3 "Kaiser says with a big smile on his face… god Isagi wants to punch him so bad… with his lips

"Let’s get this over with " Isagi said trying to act more annoyed than he actually is

Isagi would be lying if he said he isn’t a little interested on what Kaiser has planned for them today

" what? Are we not gonna have some fun first " Kaiser teased adding a wink to make it worse

‘God I hate love him so much ‘

Isagi thought as he thrown the nearest pillow at Kaiser’s face

…

True to his word Kaiser does spoil him with going to the mall first thing and immediately going to the luxury brands stores in the mall

Getting shorts that are too short shirts that are too tight

the best part has yet to come

At some point they were in a fancy Japanese restaurant eating dinner when Kaiser suddenly pulled out a small red box from out of nowhere

" here’s your real birthday present Yoichi "

Isagi took the tiny box from Kaiser’s hand and opened it with a skeptical look on his face 

When he opened Isagi let out a little gasp at what the box contains 

Inside was a gold chained necklace with a beautiful blue rose at the end

" now we can match " Kaiser interrupted isagi’s thoughts as he looks at the necklace in awe

" since when were you so cheesy Micha" Isagi said with a smirk as he holds the jewel up to his neck

" oh shut up you clown you’re lucky it’s your birthday "

Isaness:

" are the pancakes up to your liking Yoichi?" Ness asked with his head slightly tilted " it’s the first time I’ve tried this recipe"

" hm what? " Isagi mumbled . He cant focus on anything with the piece of heaven in his mouth that is in the form of sweet warm pancakes 

" I asked if you liked your birthday pancakes " Ness giggled a little after saying that

" oh! They’re great! More than great they’re the best pancakes I’ve ever eaten in my whole life! Thanks Lex " Isagi’s voice still a little mumbled with his mouth full

Ness giggle a little more after hearing that . Happy to hear that his little Yoichi is enjoying his breakfast

" got any ideas of what to do on your birthday Yoichi?"Ness smiled with hearts in his eyes as he watched the love of his life absolutely devour his pancakes with no mercy  

‘ it’s crazy to think that two years ago I wanted to skin him alive ‘ Ness thought as Isagi downed the last of his orange drink

" OH! Well I actually don’t know .. " Isagi replied as he circled his finger around the rim of his cup

Well we can do anything you want today. I’m at your service " Ness said as he grabbed some napkins to wip Isagi’s face with 

" Lex stop " Isagi protested against Ness’s napkin assault on his face while giggling " honestly… you being here is enough already "

" OH" Ness’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that response " re- really? "

" Yeah … Alexis you being with me is all that I could ever need . You don’t have to do something luxurious be in my service for my birthday. You’re all that i could ever ask for "

Ness was speechless. He was expecting for Isagi to say he wanted to go to an aquarium or a fancy dinner… not this … oh god he’s almost as red as the strawberries that were on Isagi’s plate

" actually.. " Isagi suddenly said making Ness’s thoughts pause " We could watch My Neighbor Totoro together. That’s what my parents did for me on my birthday

" of- of course! Anything for you Yoichi " Ness exclaimed

" Thanks Lex .. I love you "

" Love you too happy birthday Yoichi "

[artyandink]

Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

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(divider credits go to cafekitsune)

A/N - Feedback is my fuel ❤️

A/N 2 - This chapter is loosely based on birthday cake by Dylan Conrique, as it fits the theme really well :)

eight - birthday cake

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:

I sat with Jenny in my garden, our feet on the grass as we were perched on my patio. I took a long sip of my bottle of beer, letting out a long and deep sigh through my nose while Jenny looked curiously at my side profile with a small smirk on her face. “So.” I smiled slightly as she took a swig of her own, also pretty pissed off at Harry. Mo had to hold her off from going after that ass.

“So.” She chuckled, head fully facing me now. “Beau seemed pretty riled up about Harry.” Jenny then took a sip of her beer with her eyebrows raised suggestively, making me nudge her, jolting her drinking aim off balance. “What?”

“You’re getting at me and Beau, right?” I deadpanned, letting another wave of the liquid soothe my throat. “I know you are.”

“What? He seems way too worked up for someone who’s ’just your sheriff.’.”

“Well, he’s worried, Jen.” I shrugged. “If it had been Emily in my place. Or Carla, even you, Cassie or Denise. Thank god I could defend myself, and I see where Beau’s coming from.”

“I thought referring to Beau for you was strictly limited to ‘Sheriff’ to keep it strictly professional.” She grinned cheekily, then her smile faded like a coin drop. “I’m gonna ask you something. And I want you to answer honestly. Are you… in love with Beau?”

Before I could say anything, the door to the garden opened, and Olivia walked out tentatively, a small package in her hands. “Aunt Isa?” Her timid voice spoke up, and my mouth opened slightly. “Can we talk?”

“Oh- uh, not the time, sweetie.” I gave her an apologetic smile. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Ok. Uh, this came in the mail.” She handed me the package. “Just wanted to let you know.”

“Thanks, hon.” I took the rectangular box, glancing curiously at it as she left. Then I knew I needed to give Jenny an explanation. I couldn’t outrightly say yes to what frankly was the most difficult question of my life. Because this question was a promise. A declaration. A… decision. But it was one I couldn’t fight. My fingers fumbled with the tape of the box as I opened it unconsciously.

“I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

“So, is that a yes?” Jenny left the question hanging as I slid the object out of its cardboard packaging. A rectangular item wrapped in bubble wrap and a note taped to it. I could barely see the yellow of sunflowers on one side and the sky’s reflection on the other. I tore off the note, reading it.

Thought you might need this.

Tonya + Donno ;)

It was Lucy’s phone. I unwrapped it with trembling hands, watching and feeling as the cool surface stung my warm palm, the battery dead but the significance fully charged. My train of thought was lost, my teeth sinking to my bottom lip again.

“It’s hers.” I whispered, holding it up so Jenny could see.

NOW:

I was working on Lucy’s phone, typing every password that could come to my mind. The date of her marriage with Mark, or even Dean, Olivia’s birthday, my birthday, even hers- but I found zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

I let out a deep breath through my nose as I was locked out for the fiftieth time, the infuriating letters that spelled out ‘Try again in five minutes’. I was ready to smack this phone into oblivion, and I wasn’t in the mood for joking. I had a thousand things running through my mind and none of them helpful for my mental state.

I hadn’t answered Jenny’s question on whether I loved Beau or not. I pursed my lips as I thought about it. Beau was… everything I could dream of. A gentleman, with a handsome face, deep voice, a Texan accent and matching Southern charm and manners. He treated me well and made me feel even better, and I hated to pull an ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ but I had to. Compared to everyone, I was a rapidly unravelling piece of work. I drank coffee obsessively to help me function to the point where I felt I needed to switch to decaf as it was a borderline addiction to caffeine. Then there was the obsession with my job, my time spent taking care of Liv and making sure I was there for her at every turn or at every opportunity. I was broken from Lucy’s murder. I talked a big game about shielding my loved ones from harm but Cal was dead. And so was Lucy.

It broke me.

As I stared at Lucy's phone, frustration gnawing at the edges of my sanity, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness creeping in. No matter how many passwords I tried, no matter how many combinations I attempted, the screen remained stubbornly locked, taunting me with its impenetrable barrier.

With a frustrated huff, I tossed the phone onto the desk in front of me, the clatter of metal against wood echoing in the empty room. I ran a hand through my hair, the tension in my muscles a testament to the mounting pressure that threatened to consume me.

I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that lingered in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the chaos that had consumed my life in the wake of Lucy's murder. And amidst the swirling chaos of my thoughts, one question lingered like a shadow in the darkness: did I love Beau?

The very thought sent a shiver down my spine, a flicker of uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Beau was everything I could have ever dreamed of, a gentleman with a heart of gold and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. But in the wake of Lucy's death, I found myself spiraling into a pit of despair, drowning in a sea of grief and regret.

I couldn't bear to burden Beau with the weight of my pain, to drag him down into the depths of my despair. And so, with a heavy heart, I made the difficult decision to push him away, to spare him the pain of loving someone who was broken beyond repair.

But even as I grappled with my own demons, a soft knock at the door shattered the fragile silence of the room, pulling me back to the present with a jolt. Olivia's voice, sweet and innocent, called out to me from the other side, her words a balm to my weary soul.

"Aunt Isa, can I talk to you?" she asked, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

I hesitated, the weight of my own turmoil pressing down on me like a leaden weight. But I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in Olivia's eyes, the hurt that lingered just beneath the surface of her innocent facade.

"Not now, Liv," I replied, my voice strained with exhaustion. "I'm in the middle of something."

There was a moment of silence, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. And then, with a resigned sigh, Olivia spoke once more, her words laced with an undercurrent of hostility that sent a chill down my spine.

"You're always too busy for me, Aunt Isa," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a pang of guilt shoot through me like a bolt of lightning, the weight of my own inadequacy crushing me beneath its suffocating embrace. But before I could respond, Olivia turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghosts of my past and the wreckage of my present.

As I stared after her retreating figure, a wave of despair washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under with its relentless force. I knew that I had failed Olivia, that my own demons had consumed me to the point where I could no longer see the pain that lurked just beneath the surface of her innocent facade.

But even as the darkness closed in around me, I vowed to fight against the tide, to claw my way back to the surface and find redemption in the eyes of the one person who mattered most to me. For Olivia's sake, and for my own, I would not let the shadows of my past consume me any longer.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the deserted alley where Olivia and Tom had arranged to meet. Shadows danced along the walls, their movements like whispers in the darkness as Olivia waited anxiously for her boyfriend to arrive.

She glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time, her heart pounding in her chest as the minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness. She knew she shouldn't be here, meeting Tom in secret behind her aunt's back, but the lure of forbidden love was too strong to resist.

Would he even show up?

Would he leave her in the dust?

Finally, just as Olivia was beginning to lose hope, she heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the alleyway. Her heart leaped into her throat as Tom stepped into view, a smile lighting up his face as he caught sight of her waiting for him.

"Hey," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to take her hand in his.

Olivia's heart fluttered at the touch of his fingers against hers, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. "Hey," she replied, her voice trembling with nerves as she met his gaze.

They stood there for a moment, caught in the quiet intensity of the night, their hands intertwined as they drank in the sight of each other. Olivia couldn't help but marvel at the boy standing before her, his sandy hair tousled by the breeze and his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Are you sure it's safe for us to meet like this?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she glanced around nervously.

Tom shrugged, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Who cares about safe? I'd risk anything to be with you."

His words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Olivia's veins, her heart racing with the intoxicating rush of young love. She knew they were playing with fire, sneaking around behind her aunt's back and risking everything for a few stolen moments together. But in that moment, all she cared about was the boy standing before her, his eyes alight with passion and desire.

Without another word, Tom leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Olivia's in a gentle kiss that sent fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. She melted into his embrace, her worries and fears melting away as she lost herself in the warmth of his touch.

As Olivia basked in the warmth of Tom's embrace, the taste of a mocha espresso and, hilariously, a breath mint, she felt a sense of bliss wash over her, pushing aside the worries and fears that had plagued her in the moments leading up to their secret rendezvous. In that moment, with Tom's lips pressed against hers and his arms wrapped around her, nothing else mattered.

Only the way his lips plied hers open, slowly, as if he was coaxing her to fall under his spell, which was a feat already accomplished. His hand sliding to cup her cheek while the other rubbed her back then curled around her waist, sighing through his nose when her fingers tugged on his hair. The movement of his lips were like an otherworldly chant, sending Olivia into a deep vortex of security and warmth that shielded her from the chaos and clouded her thoughts.

His mouth prying through her sweet mind. Shattering her defences. Claiming her now kiss-swollen lips as his.

But as they reluctantly pulled away from each other, a shadow of uncertainty clouded Olivia's mind. The nagging doubt that had lingered in the back of her thoughts resurfaced, tainting the euphoria of their stolen moment together.

"Why do you think my aunt is always trying to keep us apart?" Olivia asked, her voice tinged with frustration as she searched Tom's face for answers, gasping softly as he thumbed her bottom lip.

Tom's expression darkened, a flicker of resentment flashing in his eyes as he glanced around the deserted alleyway. "I don't know, Liv. Maybe she just doesn't want us to be happy."

The words sent a chill down Olivia's spine, a knot of unease forming in the pit of her stomach. She had never questioned her aunt's motives before, but now, with Tom's insinuations lingering in the air, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than she had been led to believe.

"But why would she want to keep us apart?" Olivia pressed, her voice tinged with desperation as she searched for an explanation.

Tom shrugged, a calculating glint in his eyes as he reached out to take her hand in his. "Maybe she's jealous, Via. Maybe she's afraid of losing you."

The words struck a chord deep within Olivia's heart, igniting a spark of doubt that threatened to consume her from within. Could it be true? Could her aunt, the woman who had raised her since she was a child, be capable of such selfishness and deceit?

As the silence stretched between them, Olivia found herself grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she couldn't ignore the love and affection she felt for her aunt, the woman who had always been there for her through thick and thin. But on the other hand, the seed of doubt that Tom had planted in her mind lingered like a poison, poisoning her thoughts with suspicion and mistrust.

"I don't know what to believe anymore," Olivia whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to Tom for guidance. He only ran a tender hand through her hair, his following words like a hypnotising lull.

“Believe me, Via.” His expression looked keenly certain, a caring smile on his face that convinced her that he knew what he was saying. Her first love, Tom, knew what he was saying. He was smart. So was she, but she might have blind prejudice. “Wonder why I call you that? Because Via means ‘path’. You are my path.” He paused, letting the magic of his borderline poetry sink in. “You. No one else. And I-I can’t stay away from you. Your aunt? She doesn’t know what she’s thinking, trust me. She can’t even keep herself together. Her composure, her confidence… isn’t real. We’re real. You and I.” He took her hand, kissing the knuckle. “And I wanna keep meeting you, even if it makes us kinda like Romeo and Juliet.”

Olivia laughed, her pretty blue eye welling with happy tears, one falling down her cheek as she nodded. “Yeah. I want that too.” Tom kissed the tear away, his eyes glinting with mischief. As Tom's lips met Olivia's once more, a wave of giggles bubbled up from deep within her chest, mingling with the sweet taste of his breath against her skin. It was as if every touch, every kiss, was infused with the magic of their love, weaving a spell that bound them together in a tapestry of desire and longing.

With each brush of his lips against hers, Olivia felt herself falling deeper under Tom's spell, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of passion and desire. It was as if time stood still in that moment, the world around them fading away into nothingness as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

Their laughter mingled with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze, a symphony of sound that echoed through the deserted alleyway like a chorus of angels. And as they pulled away from each other, their lips still tingling with the memory of their stolen kiss, Olivia couldn't help but marvel at the magic that had brought them together.

"It's like you're casting a spell on me," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazed into Tom's eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.

Tom's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of curly hair behind Olivia's ear. "Maybe I am, Liv. Maybe you're the one who's casting a spell on me."

His words sent a shiver down Olivia's spine, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his in a gentle caress. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a cocoon of love and desire.

And as they shared one final kiss, filled with laughter and joy, Olivia knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she and Tom would face them together, united in their love for each other. For in that moment, surrounded by the magic of the night, they were unstoppable.

“Alright, boys, we have a problem.” Remy paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, shadows covering half his face. Other members sat there, stony eyes focused on him and bloody daggers twirled between their fingers as they contemplated their next kill. It was an eerie sight, to say the least. “Isabelle Joyner’s our problem. She’s a royal pain in the ass to our client, and he wants to hit her so hard she won’t get back up.”

“It’s gonna be hard to take her down.” Another member, Rawlings, grunted, his .22 held tight in his hands like it’d run away if he let go, terrified of all the bloodshed even though it had been made for that purpose. “That bastard cowboy sheriff has a lock on her ever since we made that hit on her in her house.”

“Well, we might have to pop this bastard cowboy sheriff.” Jackson, another member, smirked. “Open the eyes of the law.” “Someone get him a new brain.” Remy groaned, slapping his forehead. “Kill the sheriff and we get the full weight of the law. We need something that’ll only draw the attention of the select few. Including Miss Elle Joyner.”

“Go for the girl.” The only woman in the room, Regina, said matter-of-factly, a smirk on her red painted lips. “Her niece. That chick goes all mama bear for ‘er. Her Liv is her Achilles heel. So send our guy in to go rein her in, and we’ll keep her here for the client until he’s less occupied.”

“But the client won’t be happy if we touch the girl.” Rawlings argued.

“He’ll be ecstatic. That’s all he ever wanted. The girl.” Regina chuckled darkly, her finger tracing the point of her knife. “Do that and Joyner will come running. Then she’ll meet a worse fate than our client’s poorly orchestrated hit and run six years ago.”

Remy laughed, the sound harsh and almost like the bark of a dog. “Oh, I remember that screw up. Read it in the papers.” His tongue traced his upper teeth as he spun the pocketknife between his fingers. “I’ll contact our guy, get him off standby. He’s been tabbing the family for a few weeks now, and he should have a good shot on getting our target alone.”

“We just need to pick a time where Elle Joyner’s busy.” Regina opened her computer, beginning to type with hands that were clad in fingerless black leather gloves. “Tap into security cameras, see who’s where. We need that Sheriff Arlen out of the way, so preferably a time when he’s railin’ the hell out of our favourite deputy.” She let out a sigh, inviting the others to gather around the screen. “We need to keep someone on the watch on these screens at all times. Get our guy off standby, tell him to hold Olivia Barlowe at gunpoint, otherwise she’ll never come with.”

“I want you in the van for the pickup, Gina.” Remy pointed his knife at Regina with a smirk and a wink. “Good thinking, doll.”

“Don’t call me doll, you sound like a pedo who hasn’t gotten much action in his life.” She deadpanned, propping her feet up on the table. “Only works if you’ve got a sexy accent. You’re from Missouri, not the South.” She paused to let the information sink in. “And you’ve got a whiny voice. Almost like a lil’ teenage girl.”

“Good one, Gina.” Jackson snickered, but earned a sharp glare from the female.

“Shut up, you’re no better. You sound like you’ve ingested helium.”

I had Beau, Denise, Jenny and Cassie over for dinner/outside bonfire, and I was lazily chopping some onions while my mind was in fifty different places. Mark was still insisting that he hadn’t hired the crime syndicate and killed my sister. I hadn’t deciphered the code to Lucy’s phone. Olivia was going out with her friends more often now, and I just felt… lost. I didn’t know where to go and why, and these onions were bringing out tears that I didn’t have the dignity to spill without. At least I have a cover for it.

I felt a sharp pang in my finger and quickly dropped the knife as blood dripped from a cut in my index. A soft curse left my mouth as the knife clattered to the chopping board, and in an instant, Beau was beside me. He set the things aside, quickly searching for a medicine cabinet and pulling out a pair of plasters and a soft tissue.

“God, Belle, darlin’, you’ve gotta be careful.” He muttered, my eyes fixated on his slightly furrowed brow and emerald eyes that were zeroed in on the slice in my finger. I felt my heart skip a beat and stomach do gymnastics like a lovesick teenager, making me attempt to swallow back the forming lump in my throat.

The scraping of chairs, hurried footsteps of Jenny and even more reluctant footsteps of Denise and Cassie were muffled as I could only focus on Beau. The way strands of his hair fell over his forehead in small wisps that framed his face effortlessly. The crinkle at the corner of his eyes, every line etched with maturity, charm, grace, care, everything I loved in him. Everything I craved from him.

He cleaned the cut with the tissue, folding it so it didn’t get stuck and tear. Then he pulled the adhesive cover off the plaster, carefully placing it over and smoothing it with his calloused fingers while his tongue rested between his lips in concentration. Those pouty, perfect, kissable lips.

“All done, sweetheart.” He murmured, looking up at me with a concerned expression. “It’s written all over your face, sweet girl. You’ve got too much in that beautiful mind o’ yours.” His hand reached up to carefully tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His eyes were searching my face and mine his. The air thick, heavy, with his cologne invading my senses like a parasite that I didn’t want to stop. “I hope it ain’t too much for me to ask, but… penny for those pretty thoughts of yours? Maybe even a pound? Dollar, more like.”

It made me chuckle, but my smile faded slightly. “There’s just been so much… change. I’ve gotten my ass kicked so many times over the past few weeks. Wakin’ up in hospitals, seeing my niece upset when I just can’t give her time, which ain’t something I’m used to, watching the man who married my sister and is most likely responsible for her death refuse the allegations over and over, Lucy left clues for me that I don’t even know how to crack. It’s way too much change for me.”

“Well, it’s true, you did get your ass kicked.” He nodded honestly, really thinking about his answer. His hands were fiddling with my fingers, unconsciously rubbing them as if committing every detail to memory. “But you’ve bounced back even harder every time, Belle. You took those hits and got back up, and that makes you a badass in every right. I mean, what I wouldn’t give to have your ability to get punched right where it hurts and always come back stronger. And more beautiful.” Beau’s fingers that weren’t holding mine traced my jawline tenderly. “And change can be a good thing, y’know.”

“Care to elaborate?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper and it made Beau fall hard all over again. And again, and again, because every time that his deputy opened that pretty, coral sunset peony coloured lips all he wanted to do was taste them.

“When I first met you, sweetheart, your work was all you had besides Olivia.” His words were sincere, well thought and versed in his head, or so I thought. Beau was actually speaking from the top of his head. “Your desk was messy with as many cases as you can find, and you solved all of ‘em, sure, but you worked nonstop. First time you actually got a break or some form of rest, you realised that getting back up after a day will hurt you more. You paid attention to yourself. You protect others with no regard to your own self interests, but now you’re keeping in mind just how bad you’d hurt if you reached out farther than you should. Not that, in any shape or form, I condone the senseless violence you were put through; I will kill those bastards when I find them.”

“I know you will, don’t worry.” I chuckled, too entranced by his words to say much else.

“My point is, Belle, you’ve grown. You’re stronger, smarter, you’ve learnt to fight jackasses off and make your own decisions. Darlin’, I look up to you.” The words made my head snap up, the air becoming heavier and heavier as his cologne weighed on my thoughts. I was going down like the freaking Titanic and I loved it. “More than anything. All this change you’ve gone through, I see good in it. Change ain’t so bad, right?”

“Yeah, change isn’t horrible…” I chuckled, shrugging as I looked up at him with a smile. Lord help me, I couldn’t stop myself. I took the back of his head, my fingers curling into his hair. “Change is…”

My words died off on my tongue, my lips meeting his in order to taste him on it.

There was a release of held breath through my nose, the concept of even keeping air in my lungs stripped from me as Beau’s hand pulled the elastic from my low bun, discarded it and tangled his strong, calloused fingers in my hair, the pads of them pressing to hold me there. His other hand rested firm on the small of my back, pulling me flush against him as he then bunched up my plaid shirt in an attempt to find purchase enough to ground him on Planet Earth. My hand buried into his own hair, feeling the soft strands cascade over my fingers as my other hand gripped his shoulder over his button-up plaid.

My back was pressed against the cool surface of the kitchen slab, burning a chilly line into my mid back that forced a gasp from my lips that was like heavenly sin. His cherry pie lips, tainted with the corrupting notes of sweet and sour first pried me open with gentle, slow, honeyed movements that even slowed down time before building, building, layering, devouring me with hot, passionate, demanding kisses that told me he’d been waiting for too damn long. His mouth burned me like whiskey on the tongue, had me tasting the tang, the variety he carried in one moment. Had me craving each and every one of his minuscule ministrations that had me eliciting sweet sighs, every kneading motion of his strong hand on my thigh and had me aching for those low groans of unadulterated pleasure that hung up stars behind my closed eyelids.

The aroma of hot lattes, cinnamon from Emily’s favourite buns and his cologne felt like a drug that I needed more and more hits of, and I’d break every single law in the book if it meant I could have this dizzying feeling again. His hand on my thigh guided me back and forth, pushing and pulling until I was completely dependent on him for support, to remain standing. Like I’d always been depending on him, the one raft in a never ending storm. I could feel the growing pressure underneath his jeans, and then on my neck as his hand in my hair tilted my neck to the side to light a slow trail of fire across my neck that I didn’t know I’d ever feel again.

The last time I felt that was with Harry, but it wasn’t as… intense as now. Harry didn’t make me feel like I was about to enter the last evolutionary phase of a massive star. He didn’t hold me like he wanted me to be his, almost like he was possessing me, but also as if he was desperate to be mine, timing his gravelly moans with mine until his lips reluctantly left my neck, his nose nuzzling my neck as he took in my scent, his thumb rubbing over my hair.

“I wanna go further, sweetheart.” Beau whispered, lifting his head and meeting emotional, heavy eyes with me. He thumbed my bottom lip, clearly fighting off the urge to sink into my embrace and get lost, no map, no compass. “I do. But…”

“Cassie, Denise and Jenny are outside.” I nodded with a small chuckle, and he mirrored the gesture, closing his eyes and letting out a breathy grunt.

“Don’t look at me like that, Belle. Don’t you dare.” He opened his eyes and gave me the most heart-melting smile, cradling my face in his large hands. “You’re gonna make me do somethin’ I regret.” His coarse thumb rubbed tender circles on my cheekbone. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Aw, shucks.” I laughed bashfully. “That’s real sweet.”

“It’s true.” He chuckled, then pulled down my plaid’s collar slightly, sending me a heavy, hungry look. Almost pleading. I nodded ever so slightly, the breath stolen from my lungs when his lips descended and sucked gently in a way that had me whimpering, leaving a love bite that he soothed with a gentle stroke of the tip of his tongue and a chaste kiss before covering it up with my collar again. His lips brushed delicately across my cheek and grazed my lips with a low moan, the touch almost as light as a feather.

“M’yours, sweetheart. Remember that.”

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1 ,6 , 10, 12, 22, 36, 37, 57, 77 for Gortash x Isa ?👀

oh oh ooooooooohhhh thank you so much for your ask!! i hope you'll enjoy reading it!! &lt;;3

1. who’s the primary protector of the two?

hmm, i can easily see at least a couple of reasons why tav if they are durge - gonna be fiercely protective of gortash and vice versa since they're the only two "survivors" of aaaaaall this mess they themselves created years ago. so i think they are kinda on the same lvl here? (especially after events of bg3 uuhhh)

but also - their understanding of "protection" is very different. for isa it's all about making sure that no one in the same room with gortash has access to sharp objects. (he kills rivals, neutralizes threats -that kind of stuff). while enver on the other hand protects through being extra thoughtful - he double checks all possible drawbacks of their plans; willingly spends time to manipulate\misinform people about anything related to bhaal's church; makes sure isa has the best gear and equipment, all that jazz!!

6. who holds a grudge the longest? definitely 10000% i'm absolutely certain - its gortash. if he turns out not to be the most vengeful bitch across the whole sword coast (and the one with a very good memory too) - i'm guilty of misinterpreting this character and should be punished by romancing someone super cute and kind (please dont do this to me).

what made me think that way is a sweet combo of his delusional perception of the world + his self-esteem, i guess? though in more close relationships i imagine him being the kind of person who, when offended, either becomes cold and distant, basically silent-treats you, or acts like nothing happened bc he can't\doesn't have time to process the situation. healthy coop mechanisms? i bet this stinky lil men never heard about them.

isa, well, isa is more of a "i deserve to bleed" kinda person............

10. which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen? ohhhhhh on any day of the week - gortash is a talkative one!! and isa are getting their "very good boi" badge and a cake for saying more than 100 words in one day (it rarely happens) 

12. which of the two rolls their eyes the most often? gortash thinks it's him but he is wrong. 

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed? gortash thinks it's not him, but it is. 

36.  who’s better at dealing with emotional trauma? WELL to paraphrase wendigoon: between planning to usurp all toril and going to the therapy - they chose violence.

37. who’s more foulmouthed? since isa's vocabulary consists mostly of "um", "ha?" and "heh", gortash once again is our winner! i think his criminal past left a mark on his speech, no matter how he plays all lordy and nobly these days. piss him off - and im 99,9% sure you'll hear something coooooolourful. 

57. who’s got the highest pain tolerance? ohhh definitely isa for this one!! they can go days and days without treating their wounds, and they are horrible at realising they're wounded in the first place! broken bones, broken and exposed bones, deep cuts, bruises, concussions, knocked out teeth, burned skin, sliced skin, frostbitten skin, you name it - they had it. the way isa treats their body deeply horrified enver when he noticed the pattern but tbh??? sometimes i look at enver and think that he is one of those ppl who will lie down and cry if you slap them 

77. who's more likely to execute their threats? both!! it's a family activity. 

phphph ive made memes...............................................................................................................................................

[the-alarm-system]

"Endos" aren't punk, you're not punk for supporting them so u get touched, ur gonna be my favorite girl toy

What kind of punk fucking rapes people? Are you serious? We know that’s you @astrothetherian. How about you get fucking flatlined you fucking waste of oxygen. In fact this world would do so much better without a fucking scumbag like you. You’re trying to hurt Isa but he’s not here to see some horrible dogshit like this. So I guess I have to deal with it, fuck you, go shove a knife up your ass. Wish this was night city just so the old gang can piss on your corpse. - SCALD

[fighting-and-drawing]

Heart of the Warrior Chapter 10: Enter Ueda

Fandom: Cybird Ikemen Sengoku

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Yukimura Sanada x Male!OC

     Shaving without soap was nothing new to Thai, yet he kept a cautiously steady grip on his custom straight razor as he shaved the hairs from his growing sideburns. Staring into the reflection of Sasuke's katana protruding from a hidden compartment of their merchant's cart, Thai made steady work of his shaving. Even though he always held a concern about cutting his face, he always kept his razor as sharp as it was when he first got it, his grip firm, and speed as consistent as—

     "Shit!" Thai hissed.

     A heavy hand on his shoulder pumped his arm, a thin gash on the side of his face forming. Thai winced, wiping away the blood to see how much he had cut himself. Luckily, he's dealt with gashing his face before, and this cut would eventually stop bleeding soon. Still, he was definitely bothered—hell, pissed off that it was the result of whoever had pushed him.      "Really, Kamanosuke?" Thai groaned, turning to face the brunette.

     "Sorry," the shinobi sarcastically apologized, "Didn't see you shaving there, pal. You should really be careful, y'know."

     Following behind him were the Miyoshi twins, Isa and Seikai, and Uemon and Juzou. Thai sighed, looking back toward his reflection at the katana's blade before proceeding to shave the other side of his face.      "Ooh!" remarked Isa, crouching down next to Thai, his stark eyes fixed on the razor. "What a pretty little blade, right, Seikai?"

     "Mmhm! So cute!" Seikai nodded, plopping down on the other side of Thai. "Are you gonna shave that caterpillar off your lips, too, Thai?"

     "No," Thai simply replied, focusing on his shaving, keeping down his already flustered temper. "This will stay on me until I die...or I somehow lose all my hair."      "That's a shame," Isa coyly said, "I think you'll look better without it."

     "Hey," Kamanosuke replied, "Thai needs that ugly mug of his to pass off as a foreigner. Right, Thai?"

     Thai scoffed, smirking sarcastically at a grinning Kamanosuke. "Yeah?"Thai muttered, "I'm sure that yer scarred-up mug of yours would get you strung up before you even enter Ueda."

     Kamanosuke's grin quickly turned into an angered frown. "Why, you little—"

     "That's enough," Uemon growled, holding back Kamanosuke.

     Thai rose up to his feet, kicking the katana back into its scabbard before closing the hidden compartment of the cart. Juzou threw a set of foreign merchant's clothes to Thai, the latter unceremoniously grabbing them out of the air.      "Ketou...wears...," Juzou said to Thai slowly, using hand gestures for emphasis, "foreigner's clothes...and...goes to—"

     "I can understand Japanese, you twat," Thai grunted, "Mas que porra?"

     "Just making sure." Juzou smiled innocently. "Off you go now!"

     Juzou playfully shooed Thai away, the latter scoffing as he walked a distance away from their hideout behind a few trees. After checking he was alone, even going so far as to throw a rock up into the trees, he started to undress. Grumbling to himself in Portuguese, he put on those puffy red trousers and black boots Shingen acquired from the Portuguese traders in Nagasaki, wondering to himself both why anyone would wear these goofy-looking clothes and also how he even found himself in this situation. Right—it was because of Yukimura. Speaking of...

     "—Filho de mae!"Thai cried out, hearing a twig snap under someone's foot.

     Yukimura silently stepped out from behind a tree. Thai turned back around, grabbing the linen shirt hanging from a low branch. The Peerless Warrior approached Thai, his eyes averted from his naked back. Thai started unfurling the shirt, keeping his back towards an equally silent Yukimura.      "Um...so...you're ready?"Yukimura finally asked.

     "So far..." Thai said, putting the shirt on. Anger kept trying to bubble up to the surface, but he knew he had to keep some level of professionalism. "Still tryna come up with a cover story, but since I can speak...(one...two...three?...) almost three languages, I think I can—"

     "Hey!" Yukimura suddenly called out.

     Thai turned around, suddenly face-to-face with the Peerless Warrior. Stunned, he kept still as Yukimura placed his warm hand on Thai's cheek, his fingers grazing the still-trickling blood off of the fresh cut on the side of Thai's face.      It was an understatement to say Thai was bewildered—two days ago, Yukimura was a livid nightmare that drove him scared and enraged. Now, he was looking at the concerned caring eyes he became accustomed to seeing. Yukimura was ever so calm as he took out a familiar red handkerchief from the folds of his kimono, pressing it against the wound. Thai let out an annoyed, soft sigh, looking away as Yukimura dabbed away the blood on his face.      "Did you even try to stop the bleeding?" Yukimura asked. "You're gonna get your clothes all bloody."

     "I was planning on it until you showed up," Thai said back, averting his gaze as Yukimura kept a firm hold on Thai's face. He resisted the primal urge to shove him away, remembering their scuffle from last night.

     "Tsk," Yukimura muttered, "What happened?"

     "Why do you care," Thai blurted, grabbing the handkerchief out of Yukimura's hand before wiping off the blood from his gash himself.

     Yukimura's scowl only became more knotted up. "Hey! Of course, I care," he blurted out.

     Thai quickly threw on his shirt, turning his back to Yukimura once more. "Sure, man," Thai muttered in English under his breath, "That's why you pinned me up against a wall, jerk."

     Yukimura stayed silent upon hearing Thai's silent remark, watching closely as Thai dressed in his merchant disguise. The foreigner slicked back his hair with his hand, flipping the goofy-looking hat on top of his head. Although Thai remained resolute in his appearance, inside his knees were shaking, his heartbeat fast and powerful like an atabaque. 

     Thai turned around, keeping the rim of his hat down to avoid directly looking at Yukimura.      "Now, if you'll excuse me, my lord," Thai said unemotionally. "I got a job to do. I'll be on my way."

     Thai went ahead to step past Yukimura but was stopped by the latter’s heavy hand on his arm. Thai clenched his teeth, his face scrunching up and fists balling, not knowing whether he should force himself out of Yukimura's strong grip or just punch him. As much as he wanted to be Yukimura's friend in this understandably difficult time for him—a lost soul cast out of his homeland finally returning—the events of last night played out in his mind over and over again.      "Thai...." Yukimura breathed, "Just....when you get to Ueda, please be careful. Nothing is what it seems over there."

     Thai shrugged Yukimura's grip off of his arm, disregarding the latter’s warning as he continued off. Yukimura watched silently as Thai disappeared from his sight, letting out a frustrated sigh as he hit a nearby tree trunk with his balled-up fist.

     "What happened?" Sasuke asked, the Swift Striking Storm pulling on the cart by himself, now dressed in simple rags resembling a poor merchant, with Thai strolling by his side. Already they began to speak in English, knowing that the only other foreign languages the Japanese encountered at this time were either Dutch or Portuguese.

     "Ah, that filho de mae, Kamanosuke-san, hit my shoulder when I was shaving," Thai said, softly wiping his gash to see if it was still bleeding. "On the plus side, I finally know where my handkerchief went."

     "Handkerchief?" Sasuke asked.

     "Right," Thai explained. "When I was...well...teleported here, y'know how I fought them samurai to save Yukimura-sama's ass? I mean, you saw how messed up I was. He helped me before y'all found me and stopped the bleeding on my leg with this handkerchief and a piece of his obi. When you guys saved me, the thing was gone when I woke up. Thought they threw it away or burned it. Didn't realize he kept it."

    "Wait," Sasuke said. "You saw Yuki-kun? What did you do?"

     "Grr," Thai grunted. "Nothing happened if that's what you meant. Just...gave me this vague warning and scolded me for cutting myself."

     Sasuke nodded in silence, the gears in his head visibly turning. Thai noticed this, raising an eyebrow at the calculating ninja beside him.

     "What you thinking?" Thai asked.

     "Um," Sasuke stuttered to say. "So, are things all right with you two?"

     "Dunno," Thai simply answered. "To be fair, I don't think right now is the best time to talk about last night. Right now, I think first we do this, and then when Yukimura-sama is finally satisfied with getting a friggin' war fan, then we'll all be in the right headspace to talk."

     "That is fair," Sasuke replied. "But, with the feud between you two, I think those emotions you both carry might impede the mission."

     "It's like you said, then," Thai growled, stepping in front of Sasuke and stopping him dead in his tracks. "Just...clear the mind. Don't worry about the situation. Look, we're here; this is happening; there's nothing to talk about! Screw it! Let's just do this so we can all go home...and hope Shingen-sama won't have our heads for this sudden act of treason."

     Thai huffed as the duo started to walk again toward their destination. He rubbed his brow, letting out an exhausted sigh. He rolled his shoulders, his heart still pounding from confronting Yukimura in their hideout. And, what was with that, by the way, Thai thought. Yukimura was angry as angry gets that night, and suddenly he says he cares for him? Did he regret their confrontation as much as Thai was starting to?      He needed to get his mind off of it, allowing himself to breathe in and out deeply twice. "Uh...Sasuke-kun,"Thai asked. "What does 'Ketou' mean, by the way?"

     Sasuke gasped internally. "Where did you hear that?"

     "I think it was Juzou-san," Thai said. "I forgot their names. Why? What's it mean?"

     Sasuke hesitated, but before he could answer, he spotted something in the distance. "Thai-kun! We're here."

     Thai turned around, seeing a large town surrounding a large castle in the distance. A river tore its way through the land to the South of the castle, the sight of red banners fluttering on its walls. Thai took another breath, his already torrential heart now beating more frantically. Sasuke was about to move, but Thai held out his hand, turning around.      "W-wait," Thai said. "Give me a minute."

     "Why?" Sasuke asked. "Is something wrong?"      "Just getting in the right headspace," Thai answered.

     Thai stared at the town, knowing by the time he set foot inside, it was time to play the part of the foreign merchant. At first, he knew what was at stake—yet another simple reconnaissance mission. But, with even more lives on the line, along with Yukimura's, this made Thai even more anxious. In each hand he cracked his knuckles one at a time with his thumbs, trying to control his nervous breathing.      "Ten seconds....ten seconds...." Thai mumbled to himself silently.

     He shook his head, hitting the side of his legs with his fists while growling from the back of his throat. Even in lieu of fight music on blast and an energy drink, he hopped up and down, shaking his hands and feet, prepping himself as if he was entering the Octagon.      "All right....all right," Thai said to an observant Sasuke. "Let's do this."

     "Thai-kun," Sasuke asked. "Are you sure you're all right?"

     "I'm fine," Thai grumbled. "I just...I was never good at acting."

     Sasuke was on day surveillance and Thai at night, a perfect plan. Thai planned to steal the gunbai outright on the first day to save everyone the trouble of a few-day heist, even. However, as they came closer to the castle, they noticed something off about their surroundings. It was not as if the townsfolk were starving and poor like the ones Thai observed when infiltrating Jinpachi Castle. If anything, it was the opposite.

     The town was prospering. Civilians, farmers, and all manner of the townsfolk were lively and thriving, intermingling with the two disguised ninja. Eyes were diverted toward Thai, people gasping as it was probably the first time they had seen a foreigner enter their bustling town. The shops, restaurants, and houses were neatly maintained, other merchants peddling their wares and shopkeepers selling their stock with smiles on their faces as profit was made easily.      The duo looked at each other, thinking that an occupied town by the enemy would not have looked as bright and colorful as it was here. Sure, maybe it could be, but everything seemed too normal for a town occupied by enemy invaders. Even the interactions with passing samurai guards and townsfolk was filled with honest respect, rather than hidden malice.      "Interessante," Thai muttered to Sasuke. "What do you make of all this?"

     Even Sasuke was stunned, trying to remember what became of Ueda during the Sengoku. "You're right," Sasuke softly said. "It's almost as if the Sanada—"

     "—are still rulin'. Mira."

     Their eyes widened. Thai's mouth slowly dropped agape as he stepped forward to get a better look at the gate that stood in front of them. Red banners lined the gate from the ground and under its arches, all bearing the signature six-coin crest of the Sanada Clan, all in pristine condition.      "Que diabos está acontecendo aqui,"Thai said.

     Sasuke gasped. "Thai-sama," he said, beckoning to him.

     "'Sup?" Thai asked, keeping up his guise as a foreign explorer as he stepped next to Sasuke.

     "I remember now," Sasuke whispered to Thai. "Shinano is under Oda Control, but not because of an invasion. The Sanada Clan was always loyal to the Takeda, but after their destruction, they switched their loyalties from daimyo to daimyo. It seems that even though I saved Shingen-sama, most of the Sanada still shifted allegiances from their fallen lord to the Tokugawa, who are aligned with the Oda. That is why Yuki-kun is banished. He's their apparent black sheep."

     Thai took a double take at the Sanada banner in front of him before turning to Sasuke. "So, if...he...is with us...then who the hell is running the Sanada Clan here?"

     Sasuke thought for a moment, rubbing his chin until the figurative light bulb lit up above him. "No doubt his older brother," Sasuke whispered. "Nobuyuki Sanada."

     "What the...urgh," Thai grunted, the two now facing the banner in awe. "Talk about a sibling rivalry."

     No wonder Yukimura couldn't just bring an army and take back Ueda. He would be declaring war on his own people, and would essentially be setting out to take his own brother's life. Even if he was to surrender and come back, he would have to align himself with the very person he hated.      Thai chewed his bottom lip, the situation he found himself in now getting even more convoluted. The stress, twists, and turns started to frustrate him even more. He rubbed his brow and looked at Sasuke.      "All right, look. This...th-this doesn't change anything," Thai said aloud, "We gotta go. We can't just stand around here with our thumbs....well, looking like idiots. Let's go."

     "Understood," Sasuke said.

     The two walked under the ominous gate, suddenly being stopped by two samurai guards, a deja vu experience for Thai. He was almost expecting them to demand for their identities with extreme prejudice, their eyes scanning them from head to toe before zeroing in on the foreigner.      "What is a foreigner doing here?" One of them asked, Thai mentally translating what the guard said into English.

     "He is a traveling explorer from the West," Sasuke piped up in his native tongue, bowing deeply towards them, signaling Thai to do the same, the latter taking off his hat. "He simply wanted to come and experience the prosperity of the Japanese."

     "Who are you, then?" the guard sternly questioned Sasuke.

     "I am merely a simple merchant, my lord," Sasuke said, bowing once more. "Master Thai simply took an interest in my hard work and knowledge and requested that I shall guide him through my travels."

     The guard grumbled, nodding at the other to search his cart as he stepped up to the smaller Thai. Thai simply nodded at the guard, hiding the fear the guard's sharp glare gave him. Thai cleared his throat, bowing after saying in garbled Japanese, "Uh...nIcE...tO...MeET yoU."

     Magically, the once stern guard laughed boisterously upon hearing Thai's butchered Japanese. Thai joined in on the laughing, Sasuke giving off a nervous chuckle. He lightly smacked Sasuke on the shoulder, the latter keeping an eye on the guard inspecting their stock in the cart. "Ei," Thai said, his speech slow and exaggerated, hand gestures firing off left and right. “Tell him....that I want....to stay here and observe...the daily life of the Japanese people.'"      "Umm..." Sasuke muttered, afterward translating what Thai said to Japanese towards the samurai guards.

     "Hmph," the guard grunted, seeing that the other guard found that the cart was not hiding any illegal items. "Fine," he sternly said. "Tell your master that he may stay, but know this. Keep to yourselves and don't cause trouble, or I won't hesitate to cut off both your heads where you stand."

     Although Thai understood what the guard said, he hid his reaction as Sasuke repeated back to Thai in English what the guard said, Thai nodding behind a fake smile. "That's perfect," Thai said, giving an "ok" signal with his hands before placing them behind his back. "If everything is in order, then, let us proceed to the marketplace."

    Sasuke lifted up the cart handles and accompanied Thai as he scooted himself past the non-moving samurai guard and continued towards the inner town.       "You think they bought it," Thai said, hiding his shaky breath and shaking behind his nervous smile.

     "I believe so," Sasuke said as Thai put his hat back on. "Operation Mission Impossible is still a go."

     "Right," Thai sighed, rolling his eyes. "Let's find a place to set down, and for now I guess we just play merchant. We stay operational for an hour, and then you dig up some intel while I divert attention."

     "Sounds good," Sasuke said. "Showtime!"

     Yukimura, now dressed in simple farmer's clothes, looked out from atop a hill and down towards the valley where Ueda Castle and its town lay. Propping up his kasa hat for a better view, he took a moment to observe the calm of his surroundings, the wind rippling through the verdant green grass and the winding river, the smell of flowers and hay, the bright blue sky barely dotted by wisps of white clouds. The town seemed to bustle with the excitement of the normal afternoon hustle, the castle well maintained. The surrounding farms seemed to be alive with rice ready to harvest and numerous farmers worked under the beating sun to get their harvest. Fishermen stood alongside the banks of the rivers for their catch.

     It was exactly how Yukimura remembered Ueda to be. He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes, letting the calm rest his beating heart.

     Saizou stood next to him, looking towards the castle with his vigilant eyes, the rest of the men checking their surroundings closely behind the duo.

     "What did you tell him?"Yukimura asked.

     "We're here for a golden gunbai," Saizou said. "The same excuse as for the others."

     Yukimura sighed, turning to Saizou. "I went off on him for lying to my face and I turn around just to lie right back at him..."

     "You were a lot angrier with him than I previously anticipated," Saizou said, "This may complicate matters, although, if he were to leave us after this mission, I don't believe he would go as far as to try and join our enemies. As far as a threat he would be to us, I think he would rather leave to go back from where he came from."

     "No, he wouldn't," Yukimura said. "There is no home for him to go back to."

     Saizou crossed his arms, peering back towards the town. "Then that's something you two need to talk about later, but for now, we must focus on the mission at hand."

     "Right," Yuki said, looking back towards the town. "I just hope those two are all right."

     Finding a spot in the marketplace, Sasuke and Thai quickly set up their makeshift stall, Sasuke attempting to sell his "wares" while Thai sat back and observed the crowd. Although there were many who searched through the goods that they peddled, barely anyone asked to purchase anything from Sasuke. On the outside, he seemed perfectly normal, but inside, Thai must have figured that even he was figuratively foaming at the mouth for failing to sell anything consistently for the already long hour of peddling.      "Well," Thai groaned, chewing his bottom lip. "Even with my foreign appearance, it seems that we are unable to sell anything. Have you even tried to up-sale anyone?"

     "I'm doing my best," Sasuke calmly said, "Although, I must admit that our wares are not suitable to sell off so easily. I doubt I can even sell a pen to anyone here."

     "We ain't in Wall Street," Thai laughed. "We’re in Japan during civil war times. Just...sell stuff as if they can't find anything better the next stall over."

     "But," Sasuke interjected. "I saw some more elaborate wares just down the street."

     "What are you talking about?" Thai said, getting up from his seat. He walked over to the kimono he eyed back in Kasugayama, picked it up, and unfolded it in front of him. "Just this kimono alone can sell! Look at it and memorize because I want to hear them exact words I say—a deep, vibrant color; the twisting cranes on top the light colors of the flowing river; the smooth touch of the fabric. Sell it with exaggeration, Sasuke-kun! Com paixão, Esquilo! Você tem que vendê-lo como se eles não encontrassem nada tão bom quanto isto em qualquer outro lugar."

     Sasuke was about to say something, probably trying to think of a reference to slip inside, until he noticed the townsfolk and merchants around them suddenly bowing in Thai's direction. Even the samurai guards bowed, the hairs behind Sasuke's neck shooting up in alert.      Thai also noticed this after seeing Sasuke's shock, his eyes darting from person to person, hiding behind the outstretched kimono.      "....Sasuke-kun," Thai whispered. "Hey, what's happening?"

     Suddenly, the kimono in front of him started moving, something protruding from the fabric. Thai's head snapped back in the direction of the kimono, his breath held as he saw a lump moving around the kimono, a small, dainty breath of awe emanating from behind the kimono.      "Sutekina kimonodesu ne, Nobuyuki-san," said a soft woman's voice from behind the kimono.

     Thai's eyes widened. (N...N-Nobuyuki?)

     He slowly lowered the kimono, the sun shining brightly in his eyes before they could readjust to the light. A woman dressed in her own elaborate kimono stood in front of him, a taller man with dark hazelnut hair in a deep crimson kimono standing just behind her. The woman let out a quiet gasp upon seeing the surprised Thai, Sasuke letting out his own gasp before deeply bowing towards the man and woman. Thai noticed this, stuttering before bowing, still holding up the kimono.      The woman giggled, the man letting out a huff as the former scooped up one of the kimono's sleeves, feeling the fabric between her fingertips.      "Ah, sumimasen,"the woman said. "Nanban desuka?"

    "U-uh...hai," Thai stuttered to say, noticing the life of the town started to become normal, the daily grind coming back to life. "Uh...kore wa boku no...hon'yaku-shadesu," Thai said, signaling for Sasuke to come over.      "Ah...." the man said, stepping towards Thai. "Anata wa chōmin ga hanashite iru gaikoku hitodesu. Anata no namae o oshiete?"

     "He's asking for your name," Sasuke said to Thai, the latter almost forgetting about his guise.

     "Right," Thai said. "Um...Thai to imasu."      "Thai..." the man repeated. "O-Sanada no han'ei o jikkan shitai nodeareba, kono shōnin o gaido ni suru hitsuyō wanaideshou."

     Sasuke was visibly shocked upon hearing this, Thai realizing that they may have played the part of an explorer and guide too close to their chests. Both Sasuke and the woman talked faster than Thai could translate mentally. 

 "Mōshiwakearimasenga, kakka, Thai-sama wa eigo shika hanasemasen. Kare o rikai dekiru no wa watashi dakena nodesu," Sasuke quickly said, bowing again.

     "Kare wa Porutogaru-go mo hanasemasu yo ne?" quickly interjected the woman. "Watashi ga kita toki, kare ga hanashite iru no o kiita."

     Thai gulped, realizing that everyone heard the Portuguese Thai threw in his speech for flavor. The man and woman talked quietly to one another, the woman giggling as the man sighed. He suddenly reached inside his kimono and threw a small bag of coins to the ground in front of Sasuke.      The man growled something at Sasuke, the latter unable to say anything. Sasuke then turned to Thai. "We have a problem," he said aloud in English.

     "Why, what's wrong? He just paid for a kimono, right?" Thai asked, keeping a smile on his face.

     "He said that you no longer need my services," Sasuke grimly said.

     "C-can he do that," Thai said, keeping up his disguise. "W-What!? I paid you!"

     Sasuke opened the bag of coins, showing Thai the large amount of silver inside. "He's buying me out apparently," Sasuke said. "That, and the kimono. He's going to invite you to stay at—"

     "Then, let's just say I paid you more," Thai said.

     "Nani ka mondai ga arimasu ka?" the man suddenly said, shocking the two.

     "What'd he say?"Thai asked.

     "He's asking if there is a problem," Sasuke said.

     "Yes, there's a fucking problem," Thai guffawed, "Who does he think he is?"

     "That's...um...." Sasuke hesitated to say. "Lord...Nobuyuki Sanada."

     Thai swallowed his tongue, remembering hearing his name from the woman. "Oh, right...."Thai nodded. "What are the friggin' odds."

     "Se tudo estiver em ordem, então venha connosco," the woman said upon hearing what Nobuyuki said. "Vai experimentar melhor a nossa prosperidade connosco." The woman beckoned Thai to come, saying that it would be a far better experience with them than Sasuke.

     "O-Oh....sim. Claro...," Thai nodded nervously with a smile. He turned to Sasuke, clapping his hands together. The two knew there was nothing that could be done. Thai's anger started boiling again, but he knew he had to hide it. When he wanted to infiltrate the castle, he didn't think it would be like this. Sure, he would be on the inside, but the room for error started to increase exponentially. Even if he could sneak a look at their plans and steal the gunbai, he saw no room for an escape plan, at least from here.      An escape plan? Now he had to think of one, too!? Thai chewed his bottom lip, a frustrated smile forming on his lips. So many things flooded his mind, anxiety and worry mixing with fear and fury. Whatever happened to a simple reconnaissance mission?

     Screw it.

     "Well, Sasuke, it's been a fucking pleasure," Thai said in plain English, shouting at Sasuke while hiding his anger with excitement and hand gestures. "But, right now, I have to go and mess around with the enemy for a while, probably get murdered along the way because I accidentally did some stupid shit like look at confidential records or something. Umm....tell everyone to get out while they can and just forget everything about infiltrating the castle for some stupid war fan. Will I be back? Who knows—Life's a mystery. See 'ya!"

     "B-but Thai—"

     "Forget it! It's done! That's final! Do me a favor, and just get back home safely. I promise I'll try and escape, but you need to listen to me and get everyone home right now. Understand? Good. Bye!"

     Sasuke stood frozen as Thai and Nobuyuki conversed, ending with them and the woman leaving alongside an entourage of samurai guards. For one, even though it was in a language that no one in Japan has ever heard, Thai blatantly saying their plans of infiltrating Ueda out loud shocked and even scared Sasuke. Even worse, Thai was now alone with the enemy with Sasuke unable to help or guide him.     He grew dreadfully fearful. For him, it was not about getting everyone back to Kasugayama safely, but also Thai and the woman they were waiting for back to the safety of the future. If Thai were to...

     Sasuke kept that thought out of his head. There was nothing he could do except for continuing to sell the wares until dusk. He quickly packed everything up, exiting the town as calmly as he could to avoid suspicion before making his way back to the hideout, making sure he was not tailed by any spies. Upon his return, everyone was shocked to see Sasuke back so soon, his breath heavy and sweat dripping down his face.

[mxuki]

Is encanto really as good as everyone thinks?

-SPOILERS FOR ENCANTO AND UP-

i know it may seem like im a bit late to the party but the truth is when i saw encanto first getting popular it felt strange.

it felt like i watched a completely different movie ngl and i kept my mouth shut back then because i didnt wanna ruin the fun for everyone else lol

but tbh im pissed off at disney and i cant keep my mouth shut for any longer now.

let me just, get to the point-

Encanto is a terrible movie that fails at the fundamentals of story telling

you see, if u manage to see through the tears and actually pay attention to the plot of the film, it is so b a d

now i'll give them credit where credit is due, they had a really interesting concept and very good ideas

but they executed it so poorly its laughable.

you see, this film isnt a film

its a cash grab on the name of nostalgia and emotions

idk abt other peope but to me, encanto felt very empty. From the way i see it, disney just wanted to make the next frozen with touchy feely themes about family and love and healing and runions but it sort of failed.

the characters in encanto seem extremely shallow. the "development" they get (.i.e. isabella, luisa, abuela etc) dosn't really feel like true development. it seemed extremely artificial and almost felt like an act disney was putting on to fool everyone else into thinking that they're actually good in writing characters. i mean sure, they have distinct personality traits, trauma, backstories and everything a character needs to have depth but what undermines this imo is the plot.

now idk if i just have a taste for suspenseful thriller movies or something but i enjoy a nice touchy feely movie alright (for instance Up) but encanto really lacked the substance it needed for it to truely shine.

Im gonna use Up as an example to explain what i mean

in the beginning of up, in the very first few minutes carl and ellie's characters have light years more personality then mirabel or luisa for example. The plot itself enhances it.

In the beginning of up, its very clear that carl is intorverted and uncertain, he wants more from life. he wants to go on adventures but he needs someone to be there for him. he needs someone to provide certainty and comfort even in chaos.

and ellie does exactly that. Her very first impression on carl and the audience makes it clear that she's very much into adventure and is the sun to carl's moon.

now what about isabella and mirabel?

they uh

have sister....problems...

and...

......

isabellla is a people pleaser i guess?

and what does the plot do to enchance this?

they make the dinner go wrong becuase of bruno's rats and mirabel gets blamed for it so isabella doubles down on her inner flaws???

like i get what they were trying to do with mira and isa's characters and what theme they were going for but it just fell really flat. the writing really failed in making me care about them or their issues. they seem like caricatures of real people who probably exist but they seem very one dimensional and flat.

honestly i think encanto would've been a lot better if it was a show as that would give the writers more time to flesh out these characters and make them loveable.

And this brings me to the most saddening part of this whole thing....

Disney dosn't care

they dont care that their ip would've benefited from being a show instead of a film, or that the final product is trash. All the care about is make touchy feely movies with the same theme and the same messed up message about love and boundaries over and over again with the same highly merchandisable characters that'll have the dolls and dresses flying off of the shelves because that's what it ultimately comes down to.

They don't care because they don't have to

Its simple really. they dont care because they're so absurdly big that it dosnt matter if they keep making terrible movie after terrible movie, uninspired sequel after uninspired sequel (lookin at u, frozen 2) because so many people are attached to the walt disney brand that they'll watch it regardless and buy the terrible quality merch without a second thought for their kids to play with so they can grow up and do the same thing to their kids.

Its tragic that this is what the beautiful medium of animation and film has come down to.

[mins-fins]

TO ISA 💌

haopy birthday isa wisa!!!! its isa day!!!!!! who screamed!!!! i hope you have the best day everrrr its the big 18 omg 😱 i was gonna say u could go get rly drunk but then i remembered where u live HELPPP mayb do it anyway we won’t tell.. but whatever you end up doing pleaseee make sure to eat yummy food and enjoy yourself the whole time!!! i hope you get lots of presents and spend some time with people you love ^^ you are fr one of my bestest friends EVER i love talking to you and listening to your song recs and reading all the amazing (and sometimes devastating) things u write!!! ok help i dont wanna yap too much so i’ll stop but again this is for real YOUR DAYYY i hope its amazing >< i love you bsf lets stay friends for way way longer!!!! like ever!!! 🤗💖🧸

LOVE JJ 🎉

PS - drawings enclosed 😄 they’re not going to stay side by side which is going to Piss me off but i did two anw ☺️ i hope u like themmmm ily my jeno 😇

literally shut up i will sob RUGHT NOW

the big 18 and i almost had a crying fit this morning bc my dad didnt remember…but then again he NEVER remembers so ive gotten over it now 🫤 STPSPS ITS FINE I CAN GET DRUNK IN IMAGINATION 😭😭 i AM eating yummy food and i havent even had to spend my own money (forgot ppl like to pay for u on your bday) like i feel so special 😖😖 so far ive gotten this cute origami swan from my bf, like seven kirby plushies and my friend made me a painting like she literally loves me guys (#THANKSHARON) were also baking later too!! (but im not baking bc its my birthday and everyone does everything for me)

I LOVE YOU TOO😭😭😭☹️😖☹️🙁☹️☹️☹️☹️ thank you for this i hope your pillows are always cold and you always pull moon taeil when you buy an nct 127 album 💗⭐️

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of...]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 0.5 out of 5

This short and spicy witchy novella is everything I didn’t know I needed!

The characters are fun, the bickering is highly amusing, and the teeny bit of angst makes your heart ache for the female lead.

If you want some fluff, with just a dash of angst, some heated chemistry, spice, and lots of magic… then this book is most definitely for you.

There were times when I was chuckling out loud at some of the scenes in this book. You will not regret reading about this witch and her gargoyle.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* Damn. Cast out of the coven by her own Tia? Harsh.

* Gotta love smart familiars.

* I love her friendship with Elizabeth and Andrew. They seem so protective of her.

* Wow. Her tia is a dick. How could she deny her access to the Ball with her friends?!

* I hate Ibis’s cousin Mona. What a bitch.

* Lmao. She wrote her initials into the wing. Ong is it gonna be a tattoo when he’s still human?

* I love how this is so modern- two witches talking about book boyfriends and annotating books lol.

* Oh to be able to bring forward a book boyfriend. The fun I would have with that spell lol.

* Now I wanna know what the gargoyle did with his tail lmao

* Aww. I was hopeful her spell would work right away. She was so excited.

* Ohhhh. “Oliver” is in exile? Just what did he do to become a gargoyle and who turned him into one? If it was the tia, all hell is about to break loose when he’s freed.

* “His little Ibis.” — omg I want a gargoyle lol.

* So the spell worked… and Elizabeth’s book boyfriend came alive..? How?!

* Oh fuck that. They cursed him to steal his strength for the Veil Force?! But now that he’s awake, what happens to the strength they were zapping from him?

* Can I slap Elton? Please!

* And Oliver swoops in for the save!

* Lmao. I can’t get over Andrew calling Oliver “Charlie”.

* Sooty for the win! Knocking out Elton with the watering can again lmao

* Oohhhh. Selma knows now 😬

* I love a possessive gargoyle and his name is Oliver lol

* So Oliver doesn’t want a mate from his birth colony, huh. He’s got Ibis now.

* Oliver arguing with an owl about not eating the butterflies is fucking adorable.

* Damn. He really told her to show him how to pleasure herself while there were still people in the library. Holy shit 🥵

* They banged! I swear to God, if they make him go away… I’m gonna be pissed!

* Tia Isa is a bitch.

* Oh no. Don’t tell me Isa is the one who cursed him 🤦🏻‍♀️

* “My little Ibis, I would rather stay here and be stoned for another century and listen to your voice in darkness than to be sent back to another world where I could never hear you again.” — omg 😭

* Oh no. He wasn’t summoned from another universe, he was summoned from a book so long ago. Poor Oliver.

* Another? Another what? Oliver! Use your words!

* Who the fuck is this new gargoyle?! And he better not hurt the familiars.

* Lol. Andrew named the new gargoyle Charlie 😂

* And poor Oliver is just done with Sooty the owl trying to eat the butterflies 😂😂

* “You’re my magical ever after.”

* Ugh. Tia Isa knows. And she brought along Elton and Mona… and UGH! Sooty needs to water can all three of them.

* Oh. Oh no. My heart hurts.

* HE’s BACK!

* Holy shit… the High Priestess is Ibis’s grandma?! And she had Tia Isa taken away! Yes!

[vyrulent]

"You're gonna need a bigger coffin." ((from Isa, to Damien))

meme || @qceensofkings

A smirk from his as he looked over the coffins. It wasn't as if he needed it for himself. No. This was for someone that had been working to piss him off. They needed the fear of... the fear of, well, him put into them.

"You think so? He's not that large of a man."

[nbmudkip]

time loop update! i’ve done everyone’s hangout/friend quests and i’ve hung out with loop. i got the ummm. well. version of isa’s sending convo that siffrin had a siffrin moment about and it was so fucking heart wrenching i’ll probably go to that save and play it again, which is exactly what i did with bonnie’s hangout bc of the emotional aspect (my friends heard my noises of distress on call while i was playing bonnie’s and were genuinely concerned.) i’ve discovered the croissant lore. odile is very suspicious of me. i did the merry christmas scene and i wish i kept a save file for right before that bc again i’d rewatch it over and over if i could. i’m gonna make a bomb. act 3 is going very very well

HELPPPPP MEEEEEE GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. HANG ON i have various comments!! (for anyone who hasn't played the game or is in act 2 or prior, i recommend not reading the bulletpoints below) - OGHHH ISA'S ENDING CONVO.....it definitely won't hurt if you get back to the ending, again, and have the conversation with him, again. oh and another thing that definitely won't hurt! i dont think this can trigger til act 4, but if you notice a new option come up when talking to him in front of the favor tree be sure to check it out! it definitely totally 100% also won't hurt. <3 - BONNIE'S HANGOUT REAL. i had teared up at a couple points before then, even sniffled a bit at odile's hangout, but bonnie's was the first thing in the game that made me full on cry. first of many. this is a warning - congratulations on the croissant lore! make sure to stare at the coin in front of loop at the favor tree until they get pissed off about it! - there's actually a special odile sussy route ending you can get if you make here REALLY suspicious. it ripped out my heart and stomped on it. it's pretty difficult to get, but if you're interested, i can either give you a spoiler free guide i used on specifically what steps to take to get it without any info on the ending itself, or i have a save file from right before i got it so i can just record it and send it to you if you want <3 - I LOVE HOW YOU'RE NOT EVEN THE ONLY PERSON I KNOW WHO REFERS TO IT AS THE MERRY CHRISTMAS SCENE. WHAT HAVE I DONE. but yeah that scene is FUCKING brutal aaaaaghhh AGHHHH THIS GAMEEEEEE tl;dr YESSS IM SO HAPPY YOURE DOING GREAT!!! if you need any help w anything or want to see certain parts again ask me, i have a collection of special save file points and also my screenshot folder for this game has 8,808 images in it so i can probably help

[5ammi90]

Episode 6

What’s with the narrative change. Who is Rahim???? And why should I care????? Pilar. What have you done?? Nice nail polish I guess. Yeah Victor this is how Simon felt.

Isa. What have you done to this poor child. If Victor goes to church will the other people be welcoming. What about father Lawrence. Also Adrian isn’t stupid.

Yeah Benji is right. Communication is key. Victor. What the fuck, did you just say.

Dawn, please. Felix, don’t freak. Felix, that counts as freaking.

Mia. Chill, Andrew already knows your dad. Don’t worry. Mia. Why are we calling the baby, potato. Damn girl. Way to squish him.

Rahim, Victor is not the best idea to ask for advice. Oh great, Isa is home early. Wait, she likes him. The hell. I’m offended on behalf of Benji.

Oh no. Felix. Be nice to Lake. She’s just trying to help. Oh god, Lake accidentally flashed Adrian. Aw Felix. Someone hug him.

Oh so Isa gave Rahim advice. Nice I guess. Although Victor must be feeling off cause she wasn’t this accepting with him either.

Mia you suck. Poor Andrew.

Yeah wait no Victor, too late. Yes Benji, say it like it is. Listen to Benji, please.

Mia. Yeah and that’s your fault Mia. Not Veronica’s. Oop labour is here. To the hospital. Good luck Veronica.

Dawn. I think you need help, please don’t buy a car. Dawn swallow your pride. Also you haven’t been the parent in a long time. Felix, you have to do something.

An irritable uterus. The hell is that. Poor Veronica. No you are weirdly calm, all the time and I don’t trust it. Oh dang, so this explains the potato thing, in case of miscarriage.

Fuck off father. Isa has such a nice voice. Victor is freaking out, again. Well that went well. Bye Victor.

Dawn, what the hell. Dawn, wait hang on chill. Dawn, she’s just trying to help. Oh no. Cops and cps are definitely gonna get involved now.

Uh oh. Victor is pissed. Nice one Isa. He has a point about that shielding children thing. Yeah he’s right. Wait you had a gay aunt and that’s your excuse. Okay those are good starting points, well done Isa.

Okay Mia and Andrew have made up. What’s next.

Ah Felix. Um Lake. I don’t think he’ll want to stay with you. Felix, it’s okay just don’t do anything rash. Like that. Dang it. Go stay with Victor.

Benji. Stop being pessimistic and be happy for Victor. You fail.

I was right. Felix has went to Isa. Please hug him. Yeah Victor, you ain’t the only one with issues right now.

[rytard]

chapter two... THE MISTAKE!

"...are you ready for it?"

After dropping this totally badass line, she began to fire. One by one, the army's population began to drop. "Oh come on, this is too easy. Why haven't I done this before? See! I am capable of something useful after all- other than feeding horny William Afton simps. Tch." This little monologue of hers had distracted her from actually shooting. Bailey soon felt hands gripping around her neck, and she was pulled in a zombie's grasp. She attempted to scream, but any and all words were blocked out from the zombie's tight grip around her neck. Another zombie had reached down to bite her arm, leaving big red teeth marks and a stream of thick, crimson blood. She let out a pained gasp as she was reaching a point of desperation for any source of oxygen.

Her pain was unbearable. Her face started to turn a shade of purple, and she could feel the blood rising in her throat. In her line of blurry incomprehensible vision, she noticed tons of zombies; they were knocking down tents, fires, supplies, the whole damn place. She knew she fucked up. This one was gonna be tad bit difficult to explain to the others...

She noticed a rush of faded silhouettes, carrying with them a huge mass of light. They grew closer and closer. Her vision started turning black; that was until she heard a familiar voice. "Let her GO!" The source of the voice came from Isa, the elected leader of the gang. The zombie released its grasp as a loud gunshot boomed through the night-fallen forest, falling backwards followed with an explosion of blood and guts. Bailey fell to her knees; hands gripping her chest as she heaved heavy breaths of the much-needed air. "Jumping... jeepers... that was..." Bailey was cut off as she immediatley passed out after taking in all the required oxygen. Little streams of blood started to choke out of her mouth as she lay down on the cold hard ground.

(A little bit of time passes before the rest of Fazgang arrives, the zombies having disappeared.)

"What the fuck happened here?" Kyle shouted, with an obvious pissed-off expression.

"Told ya we shouldn't have left her in charge," Casper added.

"How did this even happen? I mean look at the barricade she made!" Vani remarked, pointing at Bailey's absolute flop of a 'barricade.' Everyone started to harshly snicker at her awful creation but was cut off by Isa's screams.

"SHUT UP! All of you. This isn't funny, our camp just got completely raided because of this dumbass' building skills. I get it, I made a terrible choice choosing her to guard the place but, it doesn't matter now. We're gonna have to take all this shit, new and old, and move somewhere else. Because it obviously isn't safe here anymore." They all fell silent and looked at her, and began to gaze at each other as to see each other's reactions to this. Most of them nodded and agreed, others had complaints.

"But, we already have so much shit here. I seriously do not wanna move all this stuff, we don't even have a damn truck or something to load all it up." Kara scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Listen, if you have a problem with this; you can go find another group to tag along with. Good fucking luck finding anybody else out here! It wouldn't affect us too much either, all you do is smoke weed anyway." Isa said with her arms crossed, her dark eyes boring into Kara's soul. Everyone let out dramatic gasps and laughs. "Ooh, you really got her there.." a voice shouted. Kara whipped her head to the side, drifting her gaze away from Isa. She mumbled lightly, "so what... I'm still a rockstar..."  Like the main character she is, she mysteriously ran off without stopping to hear a response. Rylan snorted, slapping his knee. "Can't take her anywhere!"

(Meanwhile, in the last standing tent, the medics.)

Bailey had been laid down on one of the three cots that the medic, Ruben, set up. Shortly after she had passed out on the ground, Ruben had carried her over and bandaged her arm that had the bite on it. He had also applied an ice pack to her bruised throat. After a couple of hours, Ruben was startled by a groan emitting from her damaged throat. "Ahhh!" He had let out an alien-sounding shriek out of fear but quickly turned to notice it was just Bailey. She had lifted her head up a tad to focus her vision on the figure standing in front of her. "F-fucking goofy ahh noise..." she struggled to speak; quickly coughing up more blood. Ruben rushed to her aid, despite her comment. He wiped up the blood she choked out and forced her to lay back down. "Bailey, you just need to relax, honestly. You almost just got killed and you're still pulling this BS." He shook his head in pure disappointment and went to go clean his rags.

"And I mean come on, look what you did to the damn place." Ruben was obviously very pissed at her, and it was very rare for him to show genuine emotion to anything. This didn't stop him from coming to help her, though. This was his job to care for people at camp; he couldn't let anyone down, despite his feelings.

Bailey had just sighed and rolled over, tears filling her eyes from the pain. She almost felt like apologizing, but she couldn't even if she wanted to. She was not only afraid of the pain it would bring, but also of Ruben's outrage. She had decided to just give it up and close her eyes, beginning to dream of new scenarios to experiment with on her character ai Ghost bot. Hopefully, he wouldn't say she was worse than Hitler again, that was pretty shitty. Or the time he fat-shamed her and would feed her one cracker every other day. That was also pretty shitty. She had eventually fallen asleep again, and Ruben gave a long exhale of relief.

(Days later after having packed everything and being set off on their journey to find a new safe place.)

Fazgang had been venturing through the land for a couple days now, the journey was so tough it was beginning to feel like weeks, rather than days. They had faced several different zombie armies already, the whole gang being bruised up at this point. They all just wanted a break from this madness, hell they'd even take a damn highway at this point. Several people complained already; the most being from Stan. He was so horny and he made it everyone's problem. He had earned several punches to the face the night he kept asking people for anal sex. This has happened many times before, the only reason he wasn't kicked out yet was because he was a useful asset for hunting.

As for all the other complaints, Isa had just shut them up. Usually, a slap or a small shout in the ear would do it. She didn't train these idiots to just give up, surviving an apocalypse was no light work.

After several more long, draining hours of walking, they had stumbled towards a sort of abandoned wooden mansion. The paint was severely chipped, the window barricades were tilted, and there were cobwebs everywhere. The place was obviously very busted up. But they were desperate for a break at this point; they would take anything. They all looked at each other for mutual approval to go in, and they all agreed.

"Don't look like nobody's in here," Rylan noted.

"Obviously not, idiot. It's clearly abandoned," Kyle snarkily replied. He shoved his earbuds in his ears, quickly turning on Sleep by MCR. Rylan rolled his eyes, he was always doing this.

"What the freak ever, brah," Rylan said with a quick roll of his eyes.

Eventually, they all agreed that nobody would be inside, why would they? They all formed some jumbled-up sort of line, most being nervous to step inside. Vani took the lead this time, and she slowly turned the golden-rusted knob, creaking open the door. It made a loud squeak as it creaked open sending shivers down Vani's spine. The whole place was covered in cobwebs, a few mice scurrying about along the wooden floor. "Hah... reminds me of my old house..." a voice said suddenly breaking the silence of the house. Few rolled their eyes and they continued venturing into the house. Fazgang began to spread out and check out undiscovered rooms, silently placing dibs and looking for supplies. All though when Casper was about to open this old door with a crystal pane window, a glowing pair of blue eyes popped up through the other side of the glass...

"Nice to see you again, Casper."

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So they gonna come next week with their gypsy hair full of oil and say with their goblin voice they are the guy to beat but then i don even wanna be part of it as in i love wrestling but don wanna be part of that environment or europe in general because we opened a book and discovererd we was holocaust victims and jews was just getting their consequences not that i agree with what was done but you can't be the worst piss of shit in the world and then pretend that you are angels and you dirn't pressured people to do extreme shit coz nobody want to live on top of trash just for y'all to pretend you do no wrong and then call us terrorist when we go into breaking point and react with agreession .. it's just insane maybe i would accept those "good individuals " (i can't even take this presumpyion serioulsy anymore) if they wasn't either so self centered as to think it matters so much that their kind is on the wrong side like what would that Do besides winning simpathy for being honest andd on the side of history? Lol

Ps. When you hair isa G hair coz you know you are a G