#it's fine i'll figure it out just ugh its annoying

[thinkhappythxughts]

finally getting round to sorting my deed poll (legal name change) and oh my god this is going to be an annoying process. To have it changed on my driving license i need the deed poll and a whole new license application form, which needs to cross-reference my passport. The passport name change system is so complicated that I don't even fully understand what documents I need. For the license I also need a payslip, which means I need to change my name with my bank. The bank needs to see the deed poll in person, and the process can be helped by seeing proof of name use, such as a payslip. Which can't be in my chosen name until the bank updates it. My brain hurts and this feels like a hate crime

[thescarletnargacuga]

Concept: bunnydoll sickfic with ragatha and jax having a "the most overdramatic little bitch with the slighest cold" x "has the plauge but acts like its fine" dynamic

A/N: the couple that suffers together, stays together

MISERY

A BUNNYDOLL ONESHOT

WARNING: none

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"When Caine said he was improving the realism of the adventures, this isn't what I thought he meant." Jax crossed his arms and leaned back in his hospital bed.

"I know what you mean..." Ragatha groaned from her own bed on the other end of the room.

She and Jax were the patients of today's hospital adventure. The others were playing the roles of medical staff and needed to figure out what was wrong with the patients to cure them. None of them could leave until they did.

Jax felt mostly fine. He played up the fact that he didn't have to do anything on this adventure, but his itchy nose and mild headache were getting annoying. Anytime nurse Pomni came in with medicine or had to take his blood pressure again, he would whine and complain loudly about how bored he was and how much pain he was in and how much he didn't want to be here. So on a so forth.

"Neither do I, chucklehead." Pomni deadpanned and left the room.

Ragatha was a bit worse off. Her whole body ached. She coughed so hard and often it made her nauseous. Her throat burned. Her abdomen was sore. And she was covered in large purple spots. It was nice that the hospital medicine seemed to actually work and her pain would dull after treatments.

However, Ragatha kept a smile on her face. She always encouraged the others as they passed through the room, telling them they were doing a good job and to not stress themselves out for a cure. She and Jax will be fine. It's just an adventure.

"Ugh, this is the worst." Jax loudly complained as he idly tossed a stress ball in the air. "Having to lie here with a stupid headache and get poked and proded by those idiots. We're not even actually sick."

"Speak for yourself." Ragatha rasped.

Jax's ears perked. Ragatha hadn't spoken much and hearing her strained voice caught his attention. He looked over her cartoonishly fake spots to her very really tired eye. "What's with you?"

Ragatha's eye watered. "I shouldn't be such a baby, but I'm in so much pain. The medicine Pomni gave me should be kicking in soon.... hopefully."

Jax slid out of bed and joined Ragatha in hers. He put an arm over her shoulder and pulled her into his chest. "Caine is such a [%$!#]hole for this." He grumbled.

Ragatha gripped Jax's hospital gown and broke. She cried against him, letting out the pain she'd been holding in. Jax hugged her close, silently giving her permission to be vulnerable.

The medicine Ragatha took finally took effect and Ragatha slowly calmed. Her body completely exhausted, she closed her eyes and snuggled her face into Jax's chest. His arms held her tight and he kissed the top of her head.

"Time for more swab tests!" Kinger announced his presence but didn't get the chance to do anything as Jax chucked his stress ball and beamed Kinger in the face. "I'll...come back later."

[munsonfamilyband]

@nburkhardt ;)

It is technically not Valentine's day for me anymore but it's still Valentine's day in other places so I'm writing it anyways.

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Eddie walked into Family Video, shaking the snow out of his hair because he refused to wear a hat, and he stopped in his tracks when he saw the decorations. Hearts, pink and red and white hearts. Hearts on the counter and hanging from the ceiling.

Valentine's Day was coming.

"Hey, Eddie." He managed to snap himself out of his stupor to look at Steve. God, Steve. It really is unfair how pretty he is, even in a polo and his stupid work vest. Grinning, Eddie walked up to the counter and leaned his elbows on it, immediately grabbing a heart and glaring at it before tossing it over his shoulder.

"Hey, Stevie. I see Hallmark has sunk its claws into Family Video." He watched Steve get the most adorable frown on his face, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.

"Hallmark, what-? Oh! The hearts, right?" Eddie grinned even wider, grabbing another heart and starting to rip little pieces off of it.

"Yeah, figures a movie store would buy into the capitalist propaganda though," Eddie groaned as he spoke, finally ripping the heart to pieces and scattering it on the counter. Steve was giving him a weird look that Eddie couldn't quite decipher but he was save from contemplating it by Robin stepping out from the back room.

"Oh joy, our most frequent and worst customer." Eddie stood up straight with a gasp, holding a hand over his heart.

"Birdie, you wound me. I am your best customer." She chucked a ball of paper at him, somehow managing to hit his chest with only a glance in his direction.

"You can't be our best customer when you barely buy anything and all you do is distract Steve from working." Eddie couldn't help but laugh when Steve yelled a noise of complaint. "What are you even doing here today, Eddie? Shouldn't you be out preparing a valentine for someone or something?"

"Ha! Me, participating it that sham of a holiday?" Eddie laughed, shaking his head. "Absolutely not, Bucks. Valentine's day is a corporate sham that preys on the lonely and not lonely alike. If you're in a relationship you get pressured into buying thoughtless gifts to show off how happy you are for a day. If you aren't in a relationship, then you just get crushed under all the pink and hearts and babies in diapers with arrows, and you get pushed into buying excessive amounts of booze and food so you feel a little less lonely for the day. I've never celebrated and I don't have any plans to any time soon." When he finished his speech he expected someone to say something, but it was completely silent. Robin had moved over to stand behind the counter with Steve and she was frowning at him (something he never liked because she only frowned at him when he was being really stupid and he usually couldn't figure out what he did). Steve was standing oddly still and he had that weird look on his face again. "You feeling okay, Stevie?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Totally fine." They all lapsed into silence again before Robin cleared her throat.

"Well, I mean, it's not just about relationships it's also St-Ow!" Eddie turned fully to look at Robin who seemed to be leaning weirdly to one side.

"You good?" He watched as Robin and Steve had one of their silent conversations. He loved that they had each other but the silent talking did get annoying.

"...Yeah, slipped and stubbed my toe, that's all. But if you want to avoid Valentine's day you may want to run because we put out all the romcoms today so the crowds will be bad." Eddie wrinkled his nose in distate.

"Ugh, thanks for the warning, I'll see you guys around then?" He glanced between them, noticing that both of them were giving him a tight smile that didn't quite reach their eyes but he decided not to dwell on it. "I gotta catch up with Nance, someone does have a date and has asked her bestie to help her plan it. Any requests, Buckley?" Eddie was relieved when that did get Robin to blush, finally a normal reaction.

"Not really." Eddie just grinned, throwing up a two finger salute before heading back out into the snow to head to the Wheeler's.

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"Nance, I promise you, Robin does not care how elaborate your date is, she will love it anyway because you planned it." Eddie was sprawled on Nancy's bed in her room, arms behind his head as Nancy paced in front of him.

"It's our first Valentine's day, I want it to be special." Eddie scoffed quietly. Nancy had already heard his anti-Valentine's day speech and while they didn't agree, they decided to just move past it. "Oh, right, I meant to ask. I know that you still refuse to ask Steve out, for reasons unknown-"

"They aren't unknown, Nance, we just don't know-"

"Hush. I know you won't ask him out, but are you at least planning something nice for his birthday? I don't know how much I'll be able to help you with since it's in two days-" Eddie suddenly sat up on the bed, staring at Nancy with wide eyes. She couldn't be saying what he thought she was saying.

"Nancy. I need you to not judge me right now when I ask you a question." He waited for her to nod at him, eyebrow already raised to judge him. "What day is Steve's birthday?"

"The fourteenth? Did he not tell you? Eddie? Why do you look so panicked?" He had collapsed back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling in horror. He had gone on and on about how much he hated Valentine's day and how he wasn't planning anything ever and... and he basically said that Steve's birthday was a day he hated. What kind of friend does that?

"I didn't know- Nance, I gave him the V-day speech-"

"Please tell me you are joking, Edward Munson, or so help me-"

"Nancy! Why would I joke about this! I just basically told the guy that I'm practically in love with that I hate his birthday! What do I do!" He was standing now, taking up Nancy's place and pacing the room until she grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look at her.

"Eddie, listen to me. You helped me plan my date, now I'm going to help you. Because there is no way I am letting you fix this without telling Steve that you love him, and there will be no arguments. You fucked up, not it's time to not run away and fix it."

[mrsaguapapi]

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Chapter 18

My Sunshine

The Vibe:

Corinne Bailey Rae 11. Seasons Change

"Wanda is dead. I saw her die" Stranges says pacing away in his office. Looking absolutely ridiculous with his lounge clothes and a cloak.

"She's alive Stephen." I say exasperated

"Okay, I'll play. Let's say she's alive, which she's not. Why of all people would you go to her?" he gestures to himself, "I can help you."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my memories thank you very much." I scoff at him, "I don't have time to bring you up to speed, I need to speak with her, and considering with what happened in Westview and your little multiverse incident, I don't know where her head is at mentally. All I'm asking is that you watch my back and be on standby" I plead

"Look I want to help you but that last thing we need is to instigate another fight with Wanda Maximoff, IF, she's even alive," Strange says. "If she's alive, I theorize she won't be happy seeing me, so no, I'm not going with you," I roll my eyes and stand up, ready to walk out, "I didn't say I wasn't going to help you," he says stopping me in my place

"Okay well, Stephen can you just spit it out some of us have shit to do," I say holding my hands out annoyed

He rolls his eyes and pulls out a display and uncovers it revealing a floating crystal ball, "This is the Orb of Agamotto. This allows me to monitor the universe and other surrounding dimensions. With the ability to 'Livestream' other planets and pinpoint magic users anywhere, except for those with the power to block its view. I can use this to watch you from a distance and if anything goes wrong, I'll portal to you and help"

I take a moment to think about it, "Fine, you have a deal" I say holding out my hand to him

He shakes my hand and smiles, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Ugh and you ruined it," I say, dropping my hand, rolling my eyes, and grabbing my sling ring, "For the record, I never really blamed you, and neither does Peter. You just happen to have an annoying face and that I can't forgive" I laugh to myself," Give me your phone" I say to Strange. He hands me his phone and I put my number in it and call myself so I have his number, "When I get there I'll call you and have you in my ear." I say putting an airpod in and giving back his phone. Pausing for a moment I take in a deep breath and exhale allowing myself to relax before opening a portal to the shuffling streets of Sokovia.

I step through turning to look at Strange, "If she's alive and as powerful as before she could easily sever my connection. Just keep that in mind." He warns. I nod my head and close the portal.

"Okay let's get this show on the road," I say to myself walking the down the city streets

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After getting some food and thinking about the next approach I decided instead of using a locator spell and exposing her safe space, I figure I'll summon her to me. So I picked the most public place I could think of.

A playground

Sitting on the bench watching the children play, I say in my head, "Wanda, I need your help" I call out to her making sure my intention is clear and that I mean no harm, "That should do the trick" I whisper to myself. I pull out my phone to call Strange, "Hey, she'll be here any minute. Can you see me?"

"You chose to bring 'The Scarlet Witch' to a playground?"

"She won't hurt the children," I say

"I once thought that too until she tried to murder America Chavez in front of me" he quips

"Yea well this time will be different Stephen," I say annoyed "Have a little hope will ya?"

He sighs, "You never told me why you need her specifically."

"I was told by my dead mother to go to her directly. She didn't say why, but I trust her judgment. Wanda may also have some info on someone else I'm looking for." I say rather quickly and annoyed

"So the short answer is you don't know," he says

"I've been on the phone with you for 2 mins and I already want to kick your ass," I say making us both laugh

"What's so funny?" I hear someone say near me, causing me to damn near jump out of my skin. It was Wanda sitting next to me in civilian clothes with her hair dripping wet.

"Good lord girl. You don't have to be so creepy" I say clutching my fake pearls

"You started It. I heard your little whispers in my ear while I was in the shower. I thought you had the drop on me." she laughs under her breath, "So why are you here? Don't you know I'm 'dead'? I'm sure Stephen told you. Right Stephen?" She asks a little louder

She knows

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" Wanda Asks

"Millie she's blocking me, I can't see you anymore," Stephen says in my ear, "I'm coming to you"

"Hold off Stephen," I say out loud, "It's okay" I pause looking at Wanda with a small smile, "Do you blame me? If I didn't come with some sort of backup, I'd be pretty dumb don't ya think?"

She looks at me for a while like she was searching for something in my face eventually looking away and letting out a large exhale, "I have been a real witch lately" she says causing me to laugh, "You said you needed my help and I could really use a distraction right now, so what can I do for you?"

"Hey, Stephen you still there?" I ask

"I'm still here. You still alive?" He asks

"Yep. I'm gonna let you go, I'm okay" I say to him

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm, I'll text you later," I say before hanging up on him, "Let me buy you a drink. We've got a lot to talk about." I say standing up and holding out my hand to her

"One drink isn't going to cut it," She says taking my hand "Might have to buy the bar," she says making us both chuckle.

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Wanda and I have been venting and drinking for an hour or so at this dingy little bar in the middle of town. We both are sitting in a booth in the back of the room effectively away from the other patrons.

"So," I say before throwing back another tequila shot, "So out of grief you kidnapped and brainwashed a random town in New Jersey, Created a fake husband and children, and then traveled through other universes, blindly looking for said fake children?" I ask

"Well," Wanda taking a sip of her bourbon, "I feel like you're oversimplifying it a bit. Westview wasn't a random town, Vis bought us some land there to build us a home and my children are only fake here, they're very much real elsewhere, but... essentially yes you are correct." She says finishing the drink

"Wanda," I say rubbing my head from the sudden rush I'm feeling, "That like really sucks"

"I Know right? "Oh and let's not forget Pietro, my dead twin brother," She says nonchalantly

I burst out in laughter, I couldn't help myself at her candor, "I'm sorry that was so mean" I said trying to control myself.

Surprisingly Wanda joins me, "You are fucked up, you know that?" She says laughing with me

"I know! I know! I'm sorry, it's either you laugh or you cry and I'm tired of crying" I say catching my breath from laughing

"Couldn't have said it better myself" Wanda says collecting herself from laughing with me"So enough about me and my lifetime of trauma, fill me in on what's going on; why do you need my help?"

"Can I just so show you? It will be quicker" I ask holding my hand out to her

"Is it going to hurt?" She asks hesitantly

"No. I mean no one has complained before?" I say smiling and shrugging. She places her hand in mine and I use my memory transference on her filling her in on everything; my ghost mom and her past with the darkhold, the books from Wakanda, how peter found me in the lake, and my lack of memory.

"Wow," Wanda says taking her hand back, "You've got some serious power Millie, your magic is vast." She says rubbing her hand "Unpredictable too... It's very familiar."

"Well that wasn't ominous at all," I say a little creeped out, "Can you help me?"

"Yes, I think so. We'll need an open field and it's probably going to hurt" She says standing up "Come on we should get going"

"Fine," I say standing up and throwing some cash on the bar, "But can we not skip over the whole 'it's going to hurt thing"

"I imagine being struck by lightning doesn't feel good," She says walking out

"Well Fuck" I say following her

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The Vibe:

Bishop Briggs - Lessons of the Fire: Official Lyric Video | Devil In Ohio | Netflix

Wanda takes me to this field on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by overarching trees and we were in the open center. When I look up I see nothing but a full moon and stars. The air was cool and the energy surrounding us was peaceful. Wanda had set up several candles around me in a circle and stepped out leaving me alone in the center

"Explain it to me one more time, " I say a little freaked out

"You need to summon the lightning to strike you"

"Okay but why?" I say a little freaked out

"The connection you and your ancestors have with nature runs deep in your blood. Channeling the weather seems to be something engrained in your DNA, specifically thunderstorms and lightning. A storm woke you up in that lake; you were struck by lightning. I'm hoping that with almost the same conditions, it could do the same for your mind. Make sense?" She finishes

"Yes, it does, I think. I'm sorry but I am scared the last time this happened it left me with a giant scar across my body." I say unconsciously rubbing my scar, "Are you sure you can't do some kind of spell?"

"I can't. Quite frankly I'm afraid too"

"What does that mean?" I scoff

"You possess multiple forms of magic. It shouldn't be possible to have more than 2 or 3. Millie, from what I felt from your hand and what you've shown me in your memories, you seem to possess 4. I'm afraid if I go poking around in your brain that you will unconsciously retaliate and that's the last thing we want to do."

Why is she being so cautious?

"What forms do you think I possess?"

"1 being eldritch magic, which you learned from the sorcerers. Accessible by humans, eldritch magic can be properly controlled by those with highly disciplined minds who have been trained in casting spells. Your ancestor Ayesha was a sorcerer supreme, so it's only natural that you have an affinity for this form. " Wanda pauses, I can tell she's a little hesitant to continue.

"Go on it's okay, I can take it," I say trying to convince her, and myself

"The second being Dark Magic, also known as Witchcraft. An extremely powerful and difficult type of magic used by sorcerers and witches to achieve their goals through morally questionable means.

"Morally questionable means? I would never hurt anyone.." I begin to say

"You wouldn't now, but what about you before your memory loss? Who's to say you weren't a bad guy? In your memories when your mother died you were taken by a coven of witches led by Agatha. Agatha isn't exactly a good witch; she's ancient and she's evil. I wouldn't be surprised that her influence on you wasn't positive, especially considering that she's also possessed the darkhold." Wanda sighs. "She was a pain in my ass, I'll take you to her after this."

She has a point, what if my memory comes back and I still have an allegiance to her? What If I lose my feelings for my current loved ones...

"Anyways" Wanda continues pulling me back from internal panic, "Dark magic can be combined with other types of magic, which leads me into your last 2 forms, darkhold and chaos Magic. When your mother was using the darkhold while pregnant with you, a portion of its power embedded itself in you.  I am almost positive that's why are you able to use magic just by mentally displaying your intent."

"I can understand why I may have dark hold magic but chaos magic feels like a stretch. Due to its very nature, chaos magic is extremely unstable and requires a massive amount of energy and control to master it; I don't feel I'm at that level. I would have noticed by now right?"

"Like me, you were born with latent magical abilities, yours coming from your ancestors. Your generational power bestowment has given you vast immeasurable strength that was the perfect breeding ground for chaos magic. Let me ask you, have you been losing your temper or lost control of your powers lately?"

"Yea I have been losing control of my powers," I say thinking back to the incident in my bedroom and outside of the royal palace in Wakanda, "I also almost killed a man yesterday. Honestly, I think I could have done it if I wasn't stopped."

"Key signs. I knew your power felt familiar, I felt the chaotic energy pulsate through your veins; You're like me. If I fuck anything up messing with your memories you could go crazy destroying everything in sight. Do you get it now?" She says to me very seriously

"I do" I pause lost in my thoughts. After a few more seconds I hear a loud beep come from my pocket. I pull out the source of the noise and realize it was my pager.

It was a new voice message from Namor, I hold it to my ear and listen, "I miss you more Ki'ichpan"

Through messages and he still makes me swoon.

Feeling a little relaxed, I take in a deep breath, "What do I need to do"

Wanda holds out her hand, "Give me your beeper and your cell so they don't get destroyed." Doing as she says I throw my things in my sling bag and hand it to her, "Okay do what you need to do, to feel as connected to the nature surrounding us"

I take off my sneakers and socks linking my feet to the grass, "Okay" I nod to her

"You can already control the basic elements correct?"

"Yes," I say

"What are the conditions needed to cause a storm?" She asks me

"Storms form when warm, moist air rises into the cold air," I respond

"Make that happen," She says plainly

I silently nod my head and close my eyes; my feet are firmly planted on the ground and my hands are open at my side. I begin to box breathe:

In 1,2,3,4

Hold 1,2,3,4

Out 1,2,3,4

Repeat

Eventually, I feel myself relax, I'm only focused on the surrounding sound of the night; the wind around me was nothing more than a breeze. I was in a total moment of zen and for a while it was quiet. After minutes of silence, the wind around me began to dance and I feel the hair on my arms stand, "It's coming I can feel it" I said as the wind begins to pick up rapidly.

I open my eyes and lift my hand to the sky calling the lighting to me. I see storm clouds forming over us almost fully blocking out the moon, nearly leaving us in total darkness if not for the candles, "Come on" I yell to the storm. For a moment it grew eerily quiet but suddenly flashes of lights began to paint the sky; it was my lightning. Just as I began to smile with pride from the storm I created, a giant bolt of lightning makes it's way down, connecting to my hand and making my whole body seize.

The pain I feel is almost indescribable; not only did my body feel like every inch of me was on fire but my head felt like my brain was boiling inside my skull. For what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of seconds, the pain stopped and I fell to the ground. The only thing I remember before fading away was Wanda rushing to me, "Millie Wake up" she says, "Millie don't g-", was all I hear before slipping away.

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The Vibe:

Breathe me -- sia

It's dark and quiet. I can't feel anything. I can't move.

"Mom.." I hear a males voice whisper

Who's voice is that?

I hear the voice speak again, "Mom I-" he coughs not being able to finish his sentence.

I know that voice.

"Momma I can't move" he speaks clearly before coughing and gurgling. That voice is so familiar. It's warm like the sun. The sun...

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

I love the sun. My son. I named him after the Sun God; the creator of the universe. He's my sunshine, my world, the center of my universe. My Amun.

"Amun!" I yell jolting up. When sitting up I instinctively grab my stomach in utter pain. Looking down I see I'm bleeding, I'm assuming a stab wound. Looking around I see I'm back at that same awful place. Kissena Park.

"Mom," Amun says

I hear my son call to me again; I snap my head in his direction and I see my son lying on the ground covered in blood, "No!" I scream crawling to him, "No, no, no"

When I reach him and scan him a little closer I can see he was stabbed like me but it must be somewhere fatal spot because he was coughing up blood, "He stabbed and knocked you out" he says in between coughs, "I tried t-to protect you but I wasn't strong enough, I'm s-sorry Mom"

"Hush now baby," I say panicked and in between tears, "I can heal you," I say holding my hand over his wound.

"You're too w-weak, you'll die," He says

"I don't care. You are my son, my life means nothing without yours. Just breathe baby" I say trying to calm him and myself down

"Momma, who is that? Sh-she looks like you" He says looking past me. I turn around and see no one.

"Amun baby no one is there," I say

"Momma she's so warm. I think- I think I'm going to go with her" Amun says to me

No.

"No baby stay with me. Don't go." I say my voice begins to shake, "Stay with me, I can fix you, Please" I beg

"It's okay momma, I'll be fine." He says before looking behind me and nodding his head.

I turn around and still see nothing, "What am I to do?  How do I breathe without you?"

Amun takes my hand and squeezes it and smiles before taking his last breath. His hand relaxed in mine, and his eyes glossed over. As he took his last breath he took a part of me with him. I pull my son's body to me holding him tightly never wanting to let him go.

"Well that was dramatic" I hear a man say from behind me, "It was a shame he went down so fast, I expected more from him considering his lineage."

I gently put my boy's body down leaving a kiss on his forehead before standing up and turning around. It was the faceless man in the black suit, "Bring him back"

"Like mother, like daughter. What are you willing to trade for his life? Your mother gave me her power. What do you have to barter?"

"Take anything, my power, my life, my soul. I don't care to take it all"

"No" he responds, "Why would I bring him back? I was the one who killed him."

"Y-you attacked us?" I asked. My voice was shaking; I was filled with not only grief and sadness but an overwhelming sense of rage, "Why? We lived in peace, I have atoned for my past. How did you even find us, we were so careful for years."

"Your family has always been on my radar, But you should thank your friend Agatha, she pointed me in your direction." He smiles as my heart drops

Agatha why?...

"I knew one day eventually one of your family's descendants' power would rival mine and I just can't have that. I figure it's time to end the whole bloodline. You should take some pride that it ends with you, you are the strongest and with more time you could have been more powerful." He steps closer placing a hand on my cheek. I look at him where his eyes should be, "It'll be easier if you just surrender Millaenyia"

"All chances of me surrendering left when you Killed my son." I sneer

"So be it," he says disappointed. Before I knew it his hands were hovering at the side of my head, he was draining me of my power and my life, "Don't worry this won't take long" he says softly

I fall to the ground, no longer able to stand up. If I don't act quickly, I will die.

Maybe I should let him.

I ponder on that thought for a while and just as I was about to accept my fate the man speaks up, "Almost done, you'll soon be with your son"

My son. He killed my son.

I snap out of it, realizing I was about to let my son's murderer roam free, I quickly devise a plan.

I'm too weak to kill. But I think I have enough in me to trap him.

I look up and see the man holding his head back as he was draining me, he wasn't paying attention to my hands. I lift my hand out toward the tree behind him; I use what's left of my powers to form an opening in the tree that was big enough to hide a body within it. Once done I call to the roots and branches of the tree, willing them to slowly creep up behind the man and gently wrap around his legs and arms. He was so focused on the feeling of this newly acquired power of his, that he didn't notice he was being detained until it was too late.

"What is this?" He says seeing the branches wrapped around his hand, "What are you do-" the man says before whipping back into the tree. His arms were now behind his back being thoroughly wrapped in roots followed by the rest of his body. The only exposed part of him now was his neck up, "This won't hold me, you child"

I stand up and walk to him, "You will rot in here" I sneer before wrapping my hand around his neck quickly taking back my power and life force. "All you care about is power right?" I ask knowing the answer, "I'll take that too" I say now draining him of his energy and power, leaving just enough to keep him alive so he can rot here for the rest of days.

"Let me-" he struggles to say "Let me ou-" The roots cover the rest of him effectively muffling his words. I step back holding my hand out to the tree and use my powers to close and seal it shut. I place my hand on the tree and close my eyes:

To be Seen or Unseen.

Never in the focus of one's eye

Of nature's age, it does defy

To be Seen, or Unseen

With this spell, this tree will never age. It shall never be directly seen but it will always be here.

Once done with the small runes are now etched around the tree sealing his fate. I walk back to my Amun and look at him one last time.

I need to bury you, my love.

When I go to pick him up I see he had the journal he made of me tucked away in his jacket. Not wanting to leave the journal behind for someone to find and use, I grab it and bind it to my wrist before I pick Amun up. I walk towards the lake and will the water to separate allowing me to walk down to the center of the lake. Once I make it to the spot I place Amun down. I kiss his forward one last time, "My sweet boy" I say before I hold my hand out and use my power to have him sink into the dirt, fully burying him.

I lay beside him now, with the intention of ending my life and resting beside him for eternity. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, something was stopping me like there was someone in my ear telling me no. So, still intending on resting beside my son, I decide that if I'm too cowardly to end it now, I don't deserve to remember him in case I wake up:

Forget me not

Forget me now

Forget the past

Forget the sound

Forget the memories

Forget the love

Forget it all

Forget it now

As I finish the spell, I feel myself begin to fade away and sink to the ground. The water released and is slowly filling the lake back up; I find comfort in my last lingering memory of my son's laughter before I'm completely asleep.

---------------------------------

The Vibe:

Labrinth & Zendaya - I'm Tired (From “Euphoria” An HBO Original Series – Lyric Video)

"Millie wake up!" That is all I hear before I feel water being poured on me.

The sudden feel of cold water all over me jolted me awake. I sit up completely dazed; my eyes were fuzzing and my ears wear slightly ringing. Eventually, the ringing faded and my eyes clear up. I look around and see Wanda sitting next to me, looking like she has seen a ghost, "Are you okay?" She asks, "Fuck you are still steaming, does that hurt? I thought the water would help," she says concerned.

"I'm okay," I say plainly.

"Are you?" she says. I look to her with expressionless eyes and nod.

My body feels numb, it's because of the lightning... No, I remember...

"Did it work? Do you remember?" She asks

"I remember everything," I say beginning to cry, "My son..." I say holding my stomach, I feel like I'm going to throw up, "Oh god my son" I say sobbing

[gayamulet]

Art drawling

Its sort of wild how art came to a screeching halt as soon as I got a full time job. And yeah, there's a bunch of corresponding factors- a physically demanding full time job crammed into 4 days, that I'm older and so, working with less energy, sleeping a lot more (seriously wtf), and compartmentalizing time much more. Freestanding time & energy is less and has to be planned out and those times left open for the chance to 'do art' in whatever capacity I can do not equate to 100% output success rates like day job hours. I can go in with a 'fuck yeah, art night!' frame of mind and come out pretty unfulfilled (again, with the awareness that fulfillment is not the goal).

And of course recognizing that many more mundane tasks fulfill a bigger chunk of that makemakemake drive- meal prep, cleaning (ugh), plant care, yard care, mending work clothes, etc. And you know, the more annoying factor. A lot of that creative energy also gets fulfilled by mundane tasks at work- animal care, walking, cleaning (yes that includes complicated dogshit catastrophes), training, behavior data collection & entry. I come out of it of course physically tired because it is hard messy work, but it also just has me choosing/seeking artistic outlets less, and not feeling too bad about it introspectively. Its make-drive going someplace useful, through whatever framework my brain has established as useful, idk.

All this brings me to my actual point of frustration with art-making, that when I have time and there is a bit of planning involved (I have exactly one con art show and local tiny art market to work toward this summer) and I sit down and I casually think about what I'd like, for me, for these events with no pressure and, again, for me, that

I just don't want to make myself anything. That it already exists, that there are endless iterations of whatever visual landscape I'm riffing through at any given time, that it doesn't need physical manifestation, that it no longer serves me creatively, that I don't care. I can dangle a glittery new process (ink, linocut, etc) like a its-about-the-process carrot in front of me, but suddenly I don't like carrots. And it feels, less born of a dead creative drive, and more like...an extension of what I don't want from other people- junk. That I do not want to generate more junk for myself. Does this make sense? I think it sounds more heartless than I mean for it to. Like unless there is very defined intention, then I don't need it? I cannot think of a way to explain it that doesn't sound protestant as fuck. Maybe I've hit some critical mass of art intake overload thanks to the internet, maybe this is just what creativity looks like now. Tho, there's enough of a useful task involved that freelance artwork is still hopping along- much more slowly than before for all the regular reasons listed above- but otherwise its fine. I still get that pleasant little brain buzz.

I get these surges of frustration, that I've fallen off from working toward some ultra-personalized visual landscape goal like I used to, that once I do I'll be perceived as human again, or something. Like this is still some pinnacle of artistic merit, in some mythical corner of my brain. But those surges are much less frequent than they used to be, and fizzle out quickly. And idk. Art isn't going anywhere in my life, but where it comes from and how I'm making and shaping things is changing again. I guess?

*I DO, however, wanna make more cardboard masks. So bad.

**I know I kept this in a pretty strict work vs art vacuum, without acknowledging other uses of time, including other hobbies which of course also accounts for creative/emotional outlet but you know what I'm gonna stop here before you guys figure out I'm actually a robot

[channoticedmeuwu]

TXT CHOI LINE AS . . . MY CURRENT FAV RAMENS !!

🍜 ミ⁠●⁠﹏ ͘ ࣭⸰ SPICYSPICYSPICYSPICYSPICY!!!!

p — NONE | g — crack, slight fluff, j choi line headcanons | w — mentions of food, overall p bad bc this was just a random headcanon in my mind

a/n — yippie 😋😋 I love these ramens pls and this was a pure shower thought type headcanon lmfaoo 😭 there's no planning 4 this I hope you enjoy

YEONJUN — GEKIKARA RAMEN (EXTRA HOT)

starting off strong w/ my boy yeonjun 💪💪 look, if any of you haven't tried gekikara ramen, UMMMMMM. it's so good like.

it comes w two seasoning packets, a chili oil &a sugar and sesame seed type packet? I guess that's what makes it slightly sweet as well. you're supposed to combine everything in a bowl and throw the cooked noodles on top and mix, and the whole ramen and it's components reminded me sm of yeonjun 😭 because he's such a sweetheart, kind of like the sugary sesame seasoning, but then the occasional chili oil that slaps you in the face and you're like, “damn. yeonjun is fine asf.”

the overall taste isn't too spicy, there's a balance of everything and it's really delicious. which also reminds me sm when yeonjun performs on stage. he so flawlessly executes the entire choreography, you can tell this guy knows his shit, the way he distributes his energy throughout his entire body and knows how to captivate the audience at the same time ✋✋ jeogiyo noona yeonjun 🫦

shameless promo go try this ramen. (and try yeonjun if u can. ok I'll stop sorry.)

SOOBIN — ORIGINAL SAMYANG RAMEN

this one's got a soup base, and it says a lot that soobin is the only one out of these three who gets associated with a soupy ramen.

when you think soupy, you think comfort, you think relaxing, like a warm bowl on a cold day. the flavoring isn't anything that hits you and you're crying and reaching for a cold glass of water, but instead it's like, “wow, I could get used to this.” it's slightly salty, but you won't taste that unless you've boiled the soup down to a certain consistency where the seasoning is concentrated.

the veggies really add to the flavor too— like they have a certain aroma that they bring to the ramen. every clip I've seen of soobin when he's not performing is always something that makes me feel so happy, I'm always smiling at the screen until my mom looks at me like 🤨❓he's got such a cheerful aura to him, where he's super soft and cuddly, despite being like 6'1 ‼️‼️‼️ (😵‍💫😵‍💫)

there's this one clip of him where they're playing the headphone screaming game (LMFAO IDK WHAT ITS CALLED), and the word was ��i love you” in korean, and he was so happy when he figured it out that he was screaming “I LOVE YOU? I LOVE YOU !!” like so happily n’ pouty, and I couldn't stop giggling and feeling so nice inside. and that's why I paired him with a soupy ramen 😋😋

try it, it's yummy yum yum

BEOMGYU — BULDAK (2X)

finally we have buldak. last but OH HO HO (🎅❓) DEFINITELY NOT THE FUCKING LEAST 😭😭 a dipshit. an asswipe. can you see that I love beomgyu.

ironically, buldak is my fav ramen out of these three. my family's banned me from consuming it like thrice (before they conveniently forget ab said ban &the cycle starts again) because it's SO unhealthy for you— and even I agree. me, certified buldak lover. and beomgyu biaser.

it's just so spicy but I've had it sm, I'm used to it so it doesn't burn my bootyhole anymore— and the characteristic of “spicy until you're crying and screaming pain” is so beomgyu. countless clips of this boy where he's annoying the fuck out of everyone, and I want to be like on the side of everyone being annoyed and be like “so true he's so annoying UGH 🙄” but I can't help but giggle because I find it cute.

he's such a little shit, I love watching it on screen. that's also another reason I put out so many cocky!beomgyu fics because I can't get enough of this boy being the biggest, hottest douchebag anyone's ever seen.

and I know it's been like 3 years since blue hour era but I still have NOT gotten over beomgyu mocking yeonjun's line— it was esp hilarious 4 me because I started doing that right before I saw the clip too 😭 so maybe I'm beomgyu coded, who knows.

but anyway, beomgyu, buldak, delicious but painful, don't eat it if you have a weak stomach 🤧🤧

txt — masterlist

main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny  @kdyism  @neotism  @bluejaem  @radiorenjun  @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused  @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world @1921choi @bangchansbae

I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

[sugaringgcaramel]

the motion — c.bg & k.th

the fanfic

☆— pairing : beomgyu x reader x taehyun

☆— genre : slight fluff, smut (MDNI)

☆— warnings : frat boys, alcohol, oral (giving & receiving), 3-sum, def. not safe sex (wrap before you tap!) pet names (its literally only baby..)

☆— summary : two boys. two of the most popular boys in the well known frat, "tau chi tau" are interested in you. making whoever gets you first the ultimate competition. you, seeing right through their little game, you decide to play along. which one of them will win? or maybe both?

☆— wc : 3.5k

☆— this is NOT a proofread so if their are mistakes im sorry!

☆— author note : im so sorry this is my first fic im sorry if its bad 😭🙏

“y/n?” 

You're woken up by your best friend who shared the same lecture with you.

It's your last lecture of the day and silly you decided to fully book your schedule with lectures because you thought you would be fine with waking up early in the morning, you were clearly not

“Come let’s go back home” 

Your friend is dragging you out of the lecture hall, you're stumbling all over the place from the drowsiness that hit you in the middle of class “Yunjin, wait.. I'm so…. Tired'' Yunjin stops and says “hurry up i need to go and study”

—-

walking into the entrance of your apartment you share together you stumble and say

“I'm taking a nap” rubbing your eyes as you slowly but surely walk over to your bedroom

“Ok i'll be in my room” Yunjin shoots you a smile while you continue to walk with a small wave

—-

-buzz-

Your phone is vibrating underneath your pillow then stops

-buzz-

It happens again it's vibrating

-buzz- 

“Ugh who could be texting me at this time..” Apparently it's Yunjin, she's texting you non stop, you read the messages, ‘the infamous tau chi tau boys are throwing a party tonight!’

Practically reading the excitement from the message, you're not really into parties but you thought since you have been a little antisocial you could give it a try. You message back ‘i'll be there’ Yunjin immediately responds back ‘perfect we're going together’ 

— 

You jump up out of your bed still a little drowsy from the long nap you took due to a long day of classes, “i need to shower..” you say to yourself, so that's what you do

Hoping out of the shower smelling like vanilla and coconut, you start to dry yourself then bring out your blow dryer to start styling your hair ‘the party starts at 10 btw !’ you read the text while continuing to style your hair in a soft blow out

‘Bsf !! 🩷 is calling..’

You pickup the phone “hello?” “y/n hurry up i know you aren't doing anything” Yunjin says clearly annoyed by your old habits.. “Actually i'm doing my makeup right now” you tell her with an eyeroll following shortly after it “oh? My bestie has changed?!” “Yunjin i'm going to hang up” “okok sorry go get ready i'll be there around 9:30” “ok see you! Byee”

You hang up and continue to get ready you do a cute silver smokey eye with the perfect amount of glitter

You finish with your makeup and send a picture to Yunjin telling her your getting dressed and you will be ready soon

—

you check the time it reads ‘8:47pm’ you start to get a little nervous and actually wonder if you should really go to this party… “whatever, lets go and have a fun time”

You figure out what you wanna wear by throwing your closet on the floor of your room debating whether to clean it up now or just save it for later, you finally find this stunning backless bodycon black slip dress that complements your curves perfectly

“Perfect.”

Slipping on the dress you find your favourite heels that have been missing for awhile now, cute black strappy heels that are just the perfect height

—

You put everything on and match it with a small silver shoulder bag that can fit just the right amount of items that you need, your lipgloss, phone, airpods, condom (for obvious reasons) and a packet of mint gum

9:40pm

‘Message from Bsf !! 🩷 : im here come out when your ready’

“Hey siri!”

“Yes?”

“Message Bsf, i'm coming out right now! make sure you have aux ready for me !”

—

10 minutes into the car ride you feel anxious that you might not fit in, Yunjin notices “y/n don't stress you literally look so fine i would def smash if i weren't your best friend” you giggle at her comment and continue 

—

You guys arrive and are welcomed by this total cutie, he had faded pink hair was wearing a baggy dark grey shirt with navy baggy jeans and some black shoes, Yunjin notices the way you look at him and nudges you with a smirk while continuing to walk into the frat house

“I saw the way you were looking at him!” she says with the biggest smirk on her face “that was one of the guys that asked me to bring you here!” your face turns from a slight smile to a huge smirk “what do you mean by one of the guys?! Was there more than one?” you ask and Yunjin nods her head yes

Both of you walk farther into the house to find where the drinks are, you stumble upon the mini bar to find some boy with fluffy brown hair dressed in a black hoodie with a small silver chain poking out of the collar with green cargos and some basic white air forces on

“What could I get you two?” the cute fluffy brown haired boy says

“Uhm i'll just get a white claw annnd she will get..” Yunjin says looking at you but you're mesmerised by his looks “oh. I'll just get what she's getting”

“Any specific flavours?” he asks to make sure both of you are happy

“No i'm fine with any” Yunjin says while you nod in agreeance 

You both take your drinks from the boy, who you noticed was winking at you as he gave them to you. You then leave in search of something to do at the party, until you run into the pink-haired boy you initially saw.

Yunjin nudges you telling you to “go talk to him he is really nice” so you do what she says and you go up to him and talk to him

“Hey, how are you?” you say trying to come off as confident while trying to hide the redness from the alcohol

“I'm doing pretty well, what about you?” he says while having this soft smile on his face leaving you staring for a bit

“I'm good, My name is y/n what about you?” you ask

“I know who you are i've seen you in a few of my classes, anyways i'm Taehyun” you realise the boy you are talking to you is Taehyun, like THE kang Taehyun, he is known around campus for being super sweet but at the same time a total asshole to girls, but he doesn't seem like an asshole

—

You continue talking to him until you get a text from Yunjin saying “meet me near the bar there is a guy that wants to talk to you”

You tell him that you will be back and he sends you off with a wink and a small wave

Back at the bar you find Yunjin with that fluffy brown hair boy who served you, Yunjin is waving at you to come, so you do, you stand behind her eager to get back to taehyun but Yunjin is quick to shut that down by bringing out an extra chair hidden underneath the mini bar

The boy starts by introducing himself “hey i'm Beomgyu, i've heard from your friend that you don't get out much” you glare at Yunjin but she is busy laughing to notice your glare “yeah i'm pretty busy with school because i thought i would be able to survive a full schedule everyday” you state still eager to get back to taehyun when you see him coming over to you

“Oh hey Beomgyu, i see you've met y/n” taehyun says looking at you with a smirk, you turn to Yunjin to see that she is leaving while waving you bye and mouthing ‘good luck’ 

–

Taehyun drops a drink on your dress while reaching over the bar to get his own, leaving you drenched and smelling heavily of cheap alcohol. He notices and tries to clean it up with a napkin, but it doesn't work very well.

“Shit, sorry y/n i didn't mean to.. Yo Kai, Soob some help please?”

Taehyun gestures to his friends Soobin and Kai to help him while he looks for something to stop the spill over the bar counter. Meanwhile, Soobin and Kai advise you to head upstairs, take a shirt out of one of the closets, and leave your dress here; they will eventually find a way to return it to you.

As you climb the stairs, you come across a room door marked ‘Beomgyu.’ You knock on the door to make sure nobody is inside, and as soon as you do, you hear someone shout, "Come on everyone, we're going to be playing seven minutes in heaven!" You were wearing a dress and had nothing on but your undergarments on, so you quickly take a shirt out of Beomgyus' closet and grab a pair of sweatpants. 

–

As you get ready to play, make sure to sit next to Soobin and Kai, your new friends, and across from Taehyun and Beomgyu. All the while, keep your eyes fixed on the man holding the bottle.

“Ok who wants to go first?” says the man who you later find out his name is ‘yeonjun’ 

Despite Taehyun and Beomgyus' hunger in their eyes, you take the initiative and say, "I will." You set the bottle down and give it a good spin after Yeonjun hands it to you. Beomgyu is spinning the bottle and is staring at you because you are wearing his clothes. He thinks it's adorable that you chose his room out of all the ones you could have gone to. 

The bottle lands on…. No one else but taehyun

Out of all people it was Taehyun, you weren't mad, no you were more than happy but you were more so just stunned. You got up and took Taehyun by the hand, getting covered in his musky scent and becoming intoxicated by both his scent and alcohol.

Into the closet you both headed as you hear someone say “the timer will start when the door is locked”

You and taehyun stare at each other looking into his big eyes taking in all his features that you might have missed, he wraps his arms around your waist holding you close asd he keeps one arm on your waist and uses the other to move loose hair out of your face

“You look so pretty up close '' Taehyun states, obviously trying to sweeten you up and it's working, usually you wouldn't fall for something stupid like this but Taehyun has you wrapped around his finger so does Beomgyu..

“Do i now..?” saying with a playful tone leaning into him reaching your arm overs his neck to take him in for a kiss

Minutes go by your not sure how many you have left but that is not important, taehyun is, he is gripping your waist tighter kissing you back, your hands are ruffling his hair when you feel his tongue swipe against your bottom lip begging for permission to be let in, you guys then fight for dominance. Taehyun obviously won.

After a few moments of making out, you guys heard a knock on the door indicating that your time is up. You guys fixed yourselves up to look presentable. Taehyun opened the door for you, allowing you to head out first, you then went back to your seat next to Kai and Soobin, walking past Beomgyu to get to your spot, he got a whiff of Taehyun’s strong cologne.

Shooting a stern look at you, you giggle to Kai, letting him know what happened with you and Taehyun in the closet, “we could tell what went on in there just not sure to what extent” Kai said with a giant smile

Few rounds of the game go by until many get bored, people start to leave, but Beomgyu is still staring, giving a sharp glare in your direction, he is pissed you can tell, maybe it's due to what happened in the closet but you have a feeling where this is going..

“Come with me.” Beomgyu says while the game ends dragging you along with him up to his room, “why are we-” he cuts you off “shut up” he says kissing you while shutting the door to his room, he is eager but passionate you can feel his hands roam your body while you break away from the kiss, “Beomgyu…” you say slowly, turning your head while someone knocks on the door, he lets you get the door to see its taehyun, he barges in, sitting down in Beomgyu’s chair in his desk “please continue” he says while nodding his head up

You do what he says and continue making out with Beomgyu, you can feel him tug on the borrowed clothes “off… please” he looks down at you with hungry eyes, you can't help but listen to him, slowly ridding yourself of the borrowed clothes leaving you in front of both Beomgyu and Taehyun in just your undergarments 

Both staring at you in awe, Beomgyu’s hands sneak onto your waist holding you close to him, feeling his cock push up on your thigh through his pants, feeling painfully hard

He removes his hands off your body for a second as he breaks the kiss to remove his clothes, while Taehyun is watching the both of you he lowers his pants to his mid thigh leaving him in his boxers as he palms himself through them

Beomgyu is pushing you on his king size bed, while your sitting up on his bed you feel the heat between your thighs grow stronger and stronger by the fact that you have two men fawning over you

Taehyun rids himself of his clothes as joins Beomgyu while they both stand on either side of the bed, taehyun is the first to join you on the bed, on top of you while he kisses your stomach, leaving marks while slowly groping your plush tits, while Beomgyu is kissing on your neck biting and leaving small little marks waiting to get a reaction out of you

Small whimpers leave your mouth while you try to hold back moans from the pleasure, getting slightly uncomfortable with the wetness of your panties, you start to rub your thighs together

“Getting needy already..?” Taehyun looks up to you with his lidded eyes as his fingers caress your soaking panties, rubbing them up and down along your heat, he pulls them to the side as he lowers his head to level with your cunt, his hands placed on your thighs stopping you from closing them on his head while he leaves kitten licks on the sensitive skin

“mmhm.. !” you let out a whimper while the two men are keeping you satisfied, but you're craving more..

Beomgyu sneaks his hands behind your back to unclasp your bralette that holds your soft and cute boobs in place

Removing the garment and tossing it off the bed, Beomgyu immediately toys with your nipples one of them in his mouth, feeling his tongue lick and suck on it while the other is being pinched and rubber by his thumb

Taehyun lifts your hips to remove your panties tossing them to the side, he continues kissing your extremely sensitive bud while pushing his nose up against it, he teases your entrance with his tongue, pushing it in slightly then removing it and resuming his kitten licks

Your hands found rest on both of their heads, gripping their hair, tugging Beomgyu’s once in awhile leaving him to groan “mmm..~ , so cute..” he says, you can barely hear him as he has his face shoved in your tits

He gets up to remove the rest of his clothes, you whine from the lack on touch, crawling towards you, his cock in hand, he brings it close to your face, you immediately take your hand and grab it to guide it to your mouth

Leaving a kiss on his angry red tip, then moving down to his shaft leaving kisses all over it while you thumb with his leaky tip, pre-cum all over his tip and your fingers

“Ughh..~ just like that… fuck!” he exclaims, his hand resting on your head, handful of your hair and he guides you where he needs your mouth

“Baby… may i..~” taehyun say while he takes off his boxers, holding his cock slowly pumping it waiting for a response from you

“Mhm..~!” you say, mouth full of Beomgyu’s cock which is almost too big for you, you can feel every vein while your lips are wrapped around bobbing your head up and down

With no hesitation Taehyun slams into your soft plush walls, clamping down on him, having to stop sucking off Beomgyu due to the sudden feeling “haah..~!” you moan out around Beomgyu’s cock

“Fuck y/n..! You're so good..~!” Beomgyu moans moving his hand from your hair to the side of your face caressing it while Taehyun starts to move after letting you adjust to the feeling of his long and girthy length, his hands resting on your hips while your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locked around each other pulling him closer

“Hmm..~ want to feel me deeper.. Hmm~?” he says mesmerised by the way your taking both of them right now

Feeling over stimulated by the both you can feel your climax rising soon, Taehyun can also feel by the way your walls clench around him, your getting sloppier and sloppier with Beomgyu in your mouth, but he's close

“Aah..~ im close k.. keep going baby..~” Beomgyu barely gets that out while you try to finish him off as fast as you can, he ends up shooting his load in your mouth, mouth full of his warm and sweet load you swallow all while looking up at him, a little escape from the side of your mouth, he swipes his thumb to clean it holding his thumb out for you while you lick it clean

Taehyun’s speed gets faster “fuck baby..~ you're so good to me.. taking me like this~” your a moaning mess can't control anything that comes out of your mouth, Taehyun lifts your legs onto his shoulders, leaving him with a new angle which lets him hit that perfect spot “hmmm~! ah- ah- ah-!” leaving a a staccato of moans

“Come on baby~ cum for me..~!” Taehyun says, Beomgyu watching this as he sits patiently and waits for his turn, looking at Taehyun you're a moaning mess “cu- cumming~!” you scream out in pleasure as you let the knot in your stomach let go, cumming all over Taehyun's cock, he quickly pulls out to cum on your stomach leaving you a mess for Beomgyu

Slowly taking over Beomgyu takes over Taehyun’s spot in between your legs, with no time to adjust he starts pounding into you like a dog in heat, 

Tears stain your face from the over stimulation from the both of them giving you no time to recover, Beomgyu is very vocal while his speed increases, your gripping the bed sheets to find something to help ground yourself and to stop you from immediately cumming on the spot

Taehyun replaces the bed sheets with his hands holding yours kissing it, then kissing and marking your neck

“y/n~! you're s- so good.. haah~!” Beomgyu is moaning practically cumming “b- beom! I'm cumming~!” you scream as you cum on his cock, still not there yet he continues to pound into you with no mercy, “d- dont worry baby..~ im c- close!” he says reassuring you as he also quickly pulls out to mix his cum with Taehyun’s on your stomach

Almost completely fucked out, you grab taehyuns cock and attempt to suck him off but fail, he helps you by grabbing your hair and slowing guiding you bobbing your head up and down on it, swirling your tongue, leaving saliva dripping from your mouth onto the bed, his cock twitching in your mouth, you can feel he’s close

“Aah~ baby.. Im- im gonna cum~” he says, shortly after he cums in your mouth, his load was a lot more than Beomgyu’s but you still swallow it

He pulls out and they both give you a kiss on the head, “let's get you cleaned up?” Beomgyu says looking at you, then the almost dried cum on your stomach

Before it completely dries up Taehyun fetches a warm and wet towelette, wiping your face from the sweat, while Beomgyu grabs some toilet paper, cleaning the mess from your orgasms and the cum on your stomach

The boys hop into the bed next to you, “so cute~” Taehyun says while fixing your hair “isn't she~?” Beomgyu says while rubbing your hips

Falling asleep in their arms your last thought pops into your head

‘I will most likely be coming to more parties if i get to spend the night with these two again’

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[hezuart]

Heya! Just wanna say I can't wait for more about your au and also what is your favourite L. Game from concept art to design?

Hi! <3 L Game? as in Little Nightmares?

I'll go least fav to fav 3. Very Little Nightmares. Tiny mobile app screen where you tap to control. The screen cannot recognize my meaty fingers's input!!!!! UGH I'm just annoyed with the controls. The story was fine I suppose but felt like it lacked something. Lacked some oomph. Lacked true moments of horror. Not made by the original developers. Was the first LN game to introduce the fact that there are other children out there with scary supernatural powers. This LN game was a side story for the explanation behind the hanging man from LN 1. (At least... kind of.... the hanging man is a weird situation thanks to the comics...) It's an odd Six cop-out. We're led to believe this character we are playing is Six, only to reveal at the end she's a whole different character and then just... immediately killing her off. We can't even figure out who she is as a person. We don't really have any interactions with other characters enough to solidify her personality. I did adore the hidden easter eggs in the game. Nome with a bow was cute. I was curious about the other enemies and their circumstances, like why the butler is handcuffed. Where the girl's mother was. How so many kids end up at the Nest. Really only lead to more questions than answers.

2. LN1 is really good. Heavy Ghibli inspiration. A great introduction to a dark world, a unique dollhouse camera angle perspective style. A slight rocking to the screen to indicate you're on a boat. The amazing lighting. The finale; Six walking off sucking out souls of the guests that chased her to eat her, when she's now eating them. Perfect revenge power trip. Knowing she no longer has to physically consume things anymore. The nome she killed, but all the nomes she hugged still coming over to watch her leave (?) great scenes... The DLC introduced tough water mechanics that glitched out the physics engine but still were interesting enough for the DLC character. Showcasing a true addition to the Maw to peak the interest of viewers. The horrific and terribly sad ending and plot twist that took everyone by shock. Despite its glitches and perspective-deaths, its still overall a solid game. 1. LN2. I'll admit LN 1 is more put together than the second game. The sequel (or prequel rather) seemed messy in development, like they weren't sure where to really go with it. They had a lot of rough concepts and a lot of it seemed to get scrapped mid-production. Seems like they even intended for heavy DLC exploration with other children too. With how it turned out, its a pretty decent game. But knowing the scrapped DLC content and alt. directions the story was gonna take, it feels like a bit of a confused narrative. We got confirmation that the children really do turn into grotesque adults. That there are other children with creepy powers. We know of Shadow Six's origins. We know why people flee to the Maw or other places away from the mainland. The concepts are frankly more fascinating than the finished story, (children plugged into tvs, Mono feeding Six or Six feeding Mono, giant ???? meat baby???? you can't top THAT) tho the finished story is probably cleaner than the latter. Six dropping Mono at the end was so shocking to everyone and after thinking hard about it, I can't find any real logistical or emotional reason for her to do so. I think it was just genuinely a forced in betrayal for shock value. And hey, it certainly was shock value. Despite this game ending in completion, or really, a loop... and despite it being a PREQUEL... I can't help but feel like this game ends on a cliffhanger to me. Like there's more to the story. There's stuff untold about this universe. So LN 2 and LN1 are really close in favoritism. LN2 had the most fascinating concept art ...without Ghibli Bath Houses to take inspiration from like in LN1, so they really took it in risky directions. But I still acknowledge LN1 is more solid of the two. I think I just enjoy the LN2 mechanics a bit more. I like working together with Six, though frankly I was really disappointed learning that LN2 was in fact, not a multiplayer game. That Six gets separated from Mono several times throughout. I have plenty more to say about these games but this is probably the simplest assessment to give right now!

[gayspock]

ok im lbing this bc we're not gonna get more for a long time

ok initial thoughts: zombies by the cranberries sent me a little loopy. im sorry. its a heartbreaking song, its a heartbreaking scene. but playing those both together is the funniest fucking thing you could do ever. heavens

second thoughts: i know there was a lotof, like, backlash abt the last ep regarding the present day girlies "giving in to lottie so easily" so its funny to see them ppl owned so early. LOL. although this cant end well and i have already been spoiled and i will say i saw that coming sort of but thought "no they wouldnt do that... tht sucks" but anyways

THIRD thoughts and last time im gonna open a thought with that: literally i said all that, but i know last week ppl also complaine saying they didnt "explain the game well enough" which i thought was stupid bc if they sat there and did thatd be clunky and dumb and ruin the horror of it so now misty is just exposition dumping to lottie im like for gods sake. and in some ways i do kinda get what theyre trying to do with it (misty would be frank about it and clear and etc) but i still think its just a bit alrighhttt alrighttt to watch

this is making me feel sick...

SHAUNA BEING THE DESIGNATED BUTCHER TOO... heavens and a bit.

TH

NOT THE DESIGNATED T...

this is so fucking crazy

HER COVERING HER EYES. I AM SICK. YOU KNOW WHEN THE WET, BIG BROWN PUPPY DOG EYES ARE GONE THE WORLD IS DARK AND CRUEL

ok but seeing trav crying over havi like that . meanwhile shauna was fucking sobbing with jackies corpse holding it for months. everything in the world mental

UGHHH FUCKING WALTERRRRR

SORRY IVE MADE MY FEELINGS CLEAR. I DO NOT LIKE HIS FUNCTION AS A CHARACTER. I THINK MISTY'S ARC WOULD BE SO MUCH FUCKING STRONGER WITHOUT HIM. GET MORE CREATIVE. YOU DONT NEED HIM . and its like hes not bad hes fine but its so annoying that they give him more FUCKING ATTENTION THAN FUCKING NAT AT THIS POINT

plus her dynamic with nat is so much better

i love adult shauna scheming. always gets them into a bit of a pickle. classic!

COACH BEN COMING BACK TO STIUATIONS IS FUCKING UNFATHOMABLY F- NATALIE WHAT HAPPENED

I FIGURED OUT WHERE HAVI WAS HIDING

DOES ANYONE HEAR HIM

YOURE N

I FEEL SICK

his little gorgeous babygirl tear.

coach ben your gay ass needs to move fast before the second most homophobic fast food chain after chick fil a opens up in the canadian wilderness with a limited menu of #1 fucking d

FUCK OFF ELIJAH WOODFUCK OFF KEVYN THIS IS SICK. UGHHHH YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST.

UGH

THIS WHOLE CONVO IS SO BORING IM ASLEEP WORST GUYS IN THE WORLD FUCK OFF THERES NO WAY WE'RE WASTING TIME ON THESE GUYS WHEN THERE'S LITERAL GIRLS EATING GIRLS

"A COVEN OF THEM ALL UP TO NO GOOD" OK that kinda ruled

JEFF WIN JEFF WIN JEFF WIN HIS BIGGG JEFFING COCK FUCKING RULES . NO JEFFING ABOUT.

YOU KILLED HIM?

OKAY jeff is raising the bar here im happy with jeff and walter jeffing and waltering and jaltering and weffing

is weffing something sexual it sounds sexual i hope to god not

shauna is so mother making a meal for the family 😊

THE WOBBLY HEART . MY GOD. DONT- DONT GIVE IT TO TRAVIS. DONT FUCKING LOOK AT HIM WITH THE WOBBLY HEART. COME ON BRO.

hes

um

raw.....

this is a little um

god the crazy parallels of lottie in the past fucking ruined over the ritual and lottie of the present being the most caught up in it. hellaur

IF YOU MAKE CALLIE DEAL WITH THAT ROTTEN COP I'LL KILL US ALL

SHAUNA DRAWING THE CARD?

"IT WAS JUST US!" "is there a difference?" EXACTLY. SAY THAT AT THE FUCKING C- SORRY BUT THEIR SLOW ASS RUNNING MADE ME LOSE IT

TH

THE TRUNK OF THE FUCKING CAR HELP THATS SO FUNNYYYY KEVYNNNNNN

CALLIE WITH A GUN

HI... OK. BUT THE ... OK IS ANYONE GOING CRAZY RIGHT NOW

i mean other than the girlies in animal masks in th e woods

lottie: everybo-

SHUT UP ITS CRAZY EVERY TIME THEY CUT FROM A FUTURE SCENE TO A PAST SCENE I GO STUPID IN THE HEAD

lottie: can you fucking kill me

lottie: can you fucking kill me and can i also elect the next girl president

ANTLER QUEEN?

NATALIE?

YOU MAKE ME SICK

YOU MAKE ME SICK THERES NOWAYYYYYYY

NATALIE NO MY SEET SWEETBABYGIRL

HEY

HI

AND HELLO

LISA....

LISA. NO. SURELY NOT.

OH MY GOD

NATALIE YOU ARE SO....

the nattielot stocks are literall crazy the nattielot stocks are literally in turmoil its like a rollercoaster its literally a thrillride they blow your brain right out up and down and round and round til your FUCKING BRAIN COMES OUT YOUR NOSE AS DINNER SURPRISE

travis......................

my god natalie atalie no NA QUEEN CA RD QU

NM

M

M

M

M

M

HI AND HELLO AND HI

SORRY . THATS TISTE DTHIS IS TWISTED THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING THING EVER IM ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS EVERYBODY VETTER FUCKING KILL

STOP PLAYING RADIOHEAD AND SLOWMOING HER FUCKING DEATH IS THERE NO FUCKING DIGNIT

NO THIS IS

YOU ALL.... ARE THE WORST.....

I HATE MY STUPID FUCKING EXISTENCE

ITS NOT EVIL ITS JUST HU

THE NATLOTTIE STOCKS JUST BURST

I FEEL ILL I HATE MY ST- NOT THE DRUG OVERDOSE. COME ON . I JSUT WANT TO FUCKING CRY THIS ALL FUCKING SUCCKS.

walter: um...... >_<

you guys fucking suck sending her there i know i know theres so few options but fu- VAN. PUT THOSE BIG WET EYES AWAY. PUT THAT AWE-INDUCED WET SMILE AWAY. COME ON GIRL. PULL IT TOGETHER

hey shauna

most normal girl in the world

coach ben said FUCK women. WOW. ALRIGHT. i mean it was... RIGHT LIKE HE?

HE SERIOUSLY JUST DECIDED FUCK THESE GIRLS OH MY GOD YES TYHIS IS THE FUCKING ENDING I WANTED

van being the last out vantler queen when?

THIS IS FUCKING NUTS

altrnateively the wilderness being like :/ you didnt need to do that to havi guys....

ANYWAYS GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

[patrice-bergerons]

Omg I soo agree with u on most points! (Esp the q whump and the bond is a bastard one. There have been fics I've read 20k of and dropped because I was like this bond is entirely too stable. He needs to messier and sader. As for q whump, yeah like. Sometimes it just meanders into stereotypes and suddenly q is helpless like... ugh. fanon in general has a tendency to neatly relagate Q to the brains and bond to the brawn, in a manner of speaking and it's lowkey annoying.)

Other than that, I agree with sticking to a few authors fr.

Personally tho... I like fics where bond is miserable hffjjd. I'm here to watch him suffer but not in the like misery porn spectre way if that makes sense. Like if something happens (ahem ahem DRILLS TO THE SKULL AHEM.) then it needs to have a consequence. Canon already has too much misery porn with 0 consequences and I'm tired of it. I want to see the toll these movies take on him! He's messed up! I like fics that address his issues like his alcohol dependence and ofc... his relationship with M. She had such an interesting relationship and dynamic with him and I'm always dying to see more of it. In general, more of his life outside of his whirlwind romance, or lack thereof.

I'm a hypocrite tho, I'll read pretty anything provide it's like. Not Vesper hating. I despise vesper hate she's perfect and if she did something wrong no she didn't.

Jokes aside I hate 00q fics where vesper, or mostly as it happens, Madeline is suddenly a terrible person for no reason other than the author wanted 00q togther. That doesn't need to happen relationships can just. Not work out it's fine. Madeline doesn't need to be evil and working for spectre.

I do like those time travel aus where someone meets the past versions of their friends/partner a lot tho. I want nttd!q to meet cr!bond and go oh wow I can't believe he was worse. How did M deal with him. I should write this actually.

- vl (I'm singing my asks if u don't mind.)

Anon you made SO MANY excellent points in one ask, I wanted to give you the response it deserves and then...work got massively in the way rip. So here we are a week later, with my sincerest apologies.

You are spot on with all of your points. I also find it extremely annoying when fanon relagates Q to the brains and Bond to the brawn because they are both so much more than those neat stereotypes - hell, them figuring this out is a whole Skyfall subplot.

Which is to say, absolutely yes to a Bond who is intelligent and also miserable, because so much of his glamourous lifestyle of sex and fast cars and martinis seems like a facade. Like just because he is not wearing his pain on his sleeve doesn't mean it's not there you know? (Also- Bond and gender performance can make for a whole essay on its own). Here it must also be noted your "bond is entirely too stable" line took me out - hard same though, I know exactly what you mean!

Also HARD SAME re actions needing to have consequences. This, I think, is precisely what sets CR-Skyfall apart from Spectre, and even NTTD, because when Vesper dies or M's orders gets Bond shot, or even when Le Chiffre tortures Bond, we see what it does to him and we go on that journey with him through the pain and come out some place new. Which is entirely missing in Spectre, whether physically with the skull drills or - my God - emotionally for what Blofeld being Bond's foster brother means. Argh!

It also makes me so happy to hear you always want more M & Bond content because that is also the relationship that makes me go absolutely feral and I love it when other people are there for it too. 💖

Lastly yes!!! absolutely yes! re fics that unnecessarily hate on Vesper or Madeleine - although let's face it, Vesper gets more of a free pass because she doesn't commit the unforgivable crime of not dying. when you say "relationships can just. Not work out it's fine" that's it, i could not put it better.

As for a time travel au where nttd!q meets cr!bond both the sheer angst AND crack potential is off the charts - you should absolutely write it!

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Final Exam: Task Failed Successfully

After a full year of having Foundation doctrine drilled into my head, my accident in 914, training with Abel, and dealing with a metric fuckload of general what the actual and conceptual fuck is THAT?.. My last test is here. It could have gone better, I admit. Still... I passed.

I'm in the middle of a humid tropical climate, on my final exam to become a full MTF Agent. I've got next to nothing, aside from a gun, two full canteens of water, a stun knife I smuggled in my bra, my own abilities and training, and a GPS with marked coordinates I need to get to. I've got to go investigate some anomalous activity in the area, roughly 5 kilometers due east. I've got no idea what I'm looking for, all Dr. Clef would tell me is I'd know what I'm looking at when I see it. So, first part is a hike in hot and rough terrain. I get on with it. Who knows how much daylight I have left. I just hope I'm prepared enough. I heard failing this test gets you worse than a mere 'F' on the ol' report card, unless 'F' means 'Fatality'. Yikes. No pressure, I got this. Until I start hearing something behind me. I panic slightly, and dash ahead.

Crap. Dead end, with a drop. Oh... not so bad, there's water, and it's only 10 meters down. Better an unexpected swim over an unexpected death. I take a few steps back, and jump for it. I hit the water, and if I weren't focused on finding the shore, I'd probably enjoy a swim here. Sure, the water is a little choppy, but it's not really cold, kinda refreshing. Focus, Rabbit. Not drowning is the thing. Swim now, plan vacations later.

I reach the shore, and find a small clearing in the brush nearby. There's a cliff wall toward the back, with a cave. I check my GPS... ah, I'm here. Fine, in I go. The funk is so strong it's covering me like a funeral shroud mixed with shrink wrap. Not even a barrage of 682's infamous building clearing chili farts can compete. I'm going to need a bigger hot water tank for my shower, I just know it. It's dark, but not a problem for me, I just light my right hand on fire and use it as a torch. Gotta love being an anomaly, the extra weirdness has its advantages. Like pyromancy on command.

Ugh. I see the place is decorated by Shelob of Mordor, there's spiderwebbing all over. Yet I see no spiders, hear no spiders... just the occasional dried husk of whatever here or there. Iris would hate this place, spider anything is not her jam. The cave goes further back. I burn some of the webs away from me as I pass.

I fail to see the hole in the ground beneath me, and take a painful but short slide further down into the cave. My hand goes out as I fall. I land on something... distressingly squishy. It did crunch as I landed, so whatever I landed in, it had something holding it together. I reignite my light source, and wish I hadn't. I'm covered in giant spider goo, and I see a leg tumble off my hair. But... the spider is dead. No way it couldn't be, alive things have more body. I reach for my now missing canteens. Figures. Lost them on the way down. I check for my stuff, I'm down to just my smuggled stun knife. Wonderful, that's annoying but I'll manage. Gonna have to, sounds like there's another one coming toward me. I pull out my knife and get ready. Eight eyes, like malevolent garnets, turn to me. I freeze, then *it* freezes.

Suddenly, the whole cave is flooded with light, bright, totally artificial white light. Dr. Clef steps into the cave, followed by Abel himself. They're both clapping.

"Well done, Little Sister! I told Dr. Clef you would prevail, no matter the odds." Abel almost cracks my ribs, he's hugging me so tightly.

"Well, she did skip the smaller spiders, but the main breeding pair is toast. I'd say catch the little ones, and call it a day."

"You knew these damned things were there, but sent me in blind?"

"We knew you'd be fine. After all... Abel trained you."

"Okay. Task failed successfully. Can I please get the goo off me?"

"Abel, escort our newest agent to the MTF showers."

"You mean those ridiculous portable devices? If you insist. Then, we will celebrate with pizza."

[theoldaeroplane]

two short stories about my Blades in the Dark character, a kobold named Autumn, and her partners. She's turned to a life of crime to try and support the three of them, as one of her partners, Eli, has become afflicted with a mysterious disease, and is trying to keep it a secret from both of them.

thanks for reading!

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Monument

Sun drips through the lone window, set deep and high in the wall. It's the only glimpse of the outside world you can get in this particular spot, the basement of a forgotten brick building. The beggars and pickpockets avoid it. After all, someone once summoned a demon there. It's abandoned for a reason. But Autumn figures the demon probably wouldn't have cared to stick around after it was summoned, so she isn't too worried. And that summoner guy died, anyway, so he's not using it. She's thankful to them both. It keeps other people out.

After the river debacle, after the dog and pony show with "Healer John," after another day of coming home late to be met with Flute's doubtful gaze and questioning silence---Autumn needs a break. She's earned it.

So she spent a little money on some shiny wire, and picked through the refuse where the people who bet on the roosters threw the losers. None of them were fresh enough to be edible today, but they had the beaks and spurs she wanted.

The thing in her brick basement hunches in the damp light. It covers its face, howling in some secret joy or sorrow. It is as big as she is, and is by far the most annoying project she has yet undertaken. Or nearly is.

It is rare for her solitude to be breached, and Autumn keeps knives at hand both for their usefulness in her work and for their usefulness in making other people leave you alone. And the silence is about as close to complete as you can get here, so when she hears the careful steps and creaking stairs, she pins her ears back flat to her skull and fishes out the current favorite. The knife that settles in her grip is a gold painted handle and serrated blade, rusted just enough to make it look even more dangerous. She turns.

Eli, who settles down to lean against the sturdy guard rail, lifts his brows at her. "That for me?" he says, nodding at the knife.

He looks a little better than normal today, in that he is only panting a little and doesn't seem to be about to start chanting in a foreign language. The bags under his pale eyes are less shadowy. He's even summoned the energy to comb the little tuft of fine orange hair that springs from between his horns.

Autumn looks him over and pockets the knife. "You're supposed to be resting," she says, parroting the last overpriced doctor they had managed to hire. "Flute's going to lose her mind."

"Flute's out til tomorrow," Eli says, and fishes out his little tobacco pouch. It's supple fish leather, one of Flute's first gifts to him, dyed a luxurious umber. His pipe follows, and a book of matches. "I was tired of resting, anyway."

"She'll go ahead and kill you if she finds out. Put you out of your misery."

Eli snorts, smoke curling from his nostrils. "Oh no. She'll chain me to a wall, make sure I never escape, is all. Joke's on her. I'll just break my hand and slip out again."

Autumn says ugh and Eli laughs grimly, the pair of them keenly aware of the last time that very situation happened.

"Well, you're here," Autumn says at last, because he is, and you couldn't reverse that. "Give me a puff of that."

She climbs up next to him, sitting on the step below his. Eli, stout of both heart and body, takes the opportunity to reach over and riffle his fingers through her hair. The pipe surrendered, she takes a long drag and studies the thing she is making.

If she thinks about it too long, she always psyches herself out. The things she makes don't have meanings. She is no artist, no sculptor with a vision. She wires trash and bones and rocks together until they look too much like something else to ignore, like a cat or a dragon or a person, and then off they go to be deposited in somebody's garden or on the deck of an abandoned fishing boat. She never thinks about them again.

So she doesn't like it, the fact that this one makes her heart flinch and clench whenever she looks at it.

Eli follows her gaze. "What is it?" he asks mildly.

"How did you even find me?"

He considers this. "You're deflecting."

"Shut up," she says with an elbow going for his ribs. "I've never taken you here before."

"Maybe that's part of my disease," says Eli. "I get to know all your hiding spots."

They can't joke like this in front of Flute. She would start to cry, and nothing could make you feel more like a monster than that. So they take what they can get in the long stretches of time where Flute is off working, with their dark humor and bullshitting.

Because it is terrifying. Because the first time either Flute or Autumn learned about this illness, this disease, Eli was standing in the kitchen at the break of dawn, burning the flayed body of a rat with a vacant stare. It looked like some kind of ritual. He'd snapped out of it when they lit the lamps, and could not explain what had happened.

But in the present he is grabbing for his pipe back. "What is it, then?" he asks after he gets it. "Looks like a bird."

"I don't know. Some kind of monster. Demon, maybe. Or a god."

"Oh, the priests would just love to hear that one."

Autumn is silent, rolling her own idle musing around in her head. A god. Medicines had failed to cure Eli. Perhaps a deity, sufficiently pandered to, could.

It did not make the weight upon her shoulders lessen, but it was at least something to think about.

"Looks guilty to me," Eli says, and puffs on his pipe like his words hadn't sent a cold shock of dread down her spine. She does not look at him; she does not look at the sculpture. She tries not to look at anything.

Then he sighs, like he had been waiting for something that never came. He knows, she decides there and then. He has to know. He must know, and he's testing her.

She nearly bites a hole in her lip in surprise when Eli says, morose, "New moon tonight. I put the ropes on the chair."

Autumn's eyes slide back up to the metal thing hunched in front of them. Its empty sockets bore into her.

"Maybe you won't need them," she says.

"About knocked out your teeth last time we tried that."

"I don't need them that much."

Eli snorts. "Come on," he says with a sigh, slowly pulling himself to his feet. He tries to shake her off when she rises to help him; he's too weak to manage. "It'll be dark soon."

Autumn catches his arm, slings it over her shoulder. His weight sags onto her at once. "Yeah," she says.

They make the climb back up to the city streets, leaving the monument to her guilt alone with itself.

---

Easy

Flute gets in when Autumn heads out, and it's a rare day where they overlap more than a few minutes. In part, it is by necessity. Eli cannot be left alone too long, anymore. It's to his chagrin and theirs, but the risk of him wandering off or being seized with some strange symptom is too great.

But he sleeps, too, and it's not like Autumn has a job with the gang lined up every night. She has to keep up appearances, yes, keep her partners thinking she's found steady work---but there's leeway there.

So when Flute stops her for the customary kiss and bye, honey, love you, Autumn leans into her touch and tells her she's got the night off. Flute is surprised, then worried, and then mollified when Autumn assures her it won't affect her pay.

And anyway, Eli just fell asleep, so could the two of them figure out dinner or something?

It's not exactly what she means to say, or wants. Words do not come naturally to her the way they do to Flute. What she wants to say is I miss you.

She's not sure if she gets it through, because she can't read people like that. But she can tell when Flute's face lights up.

So Autumn makes for the nearby bodega while Flute gets out of her work clothes. She works taking minutes for some bigwig legal outfit, meaning she wears more or less the same beige and white outfit every day. On Autumn's return she looks much more like the person Autumn thinks of her as: embroidered pastels flow off her shoulders and her favorite jewelry nestles against her dark scales. Flute greets her with half a meal already pulled together, because Flute is nothing if not an overachiever.

"I got eel," Autumn says sheepishly; it's all they can afford. Or all they're supposed to be able to afford. The cash from the crew's scores is for fixing Eli, but … "And these."

Flute looks. Her eyes widen, orange marbles that glimmer in the lamplight. "Oh, Autumn," she says after a moment. "Cherries?"

There's that worry again. The nearest cherry tree is probably a week's ride away. "They're about to go bad," Autumn says. "And they fell on the ground, so they were discounted even more. I washed them off."

The cherries have never touched the ground, and there is not a moldy one among them. They are the best cherries she could find, because Flute deserves nothing less. The lie is easy.

Flute bites her lip. The prize before her is too much. "I could make a pie?" she says, hopeful.

"Only if I don't eat them all first."

"You will not," Flute says, and snatches the basket away.

She's giddy for the next two hours. Autumn gets to watch her flit around the kitchen making dough and pitting the cherries, stopping now and then to make sure Autumn hasn't forgotten how to debone an eel. She never stops talking once, about the latest gossip at her job, about the annoying new client, about the pretty riding-bird she passes on her way to work each day. She's named it Bluebell. "Is it blue?" Autumn asks, poking at the half stale bread the eels will be going on.

"No," says Flute, "it's the prettiest shade of lilac."

She does not ask Autumn about her week for nearly another hour after that, which is nearly a record. It was almost impossible to get Flute to learn Autumn did not want to be asked. There's never a good answer. But by then they're halfway through the cherry pie and some of the pear brandy Flute's kept tucked away for ages. Autumn feels sleepy and agreeable. Flute's happy prattle warms her lonely heart, and the motion of those breasts beneath that shirt doesn't hurt either. So when Flute walks her fingers up Autumn's arm and says, "How have you been, baby?", she doesn't cringe too badly.

"Okay," she says. "Busy."

"What's new at the potion shop?"

"I'm learning about antidotes," Autumn says. The lie is easy. "A gnome keeps coming in and asking for tinctures that will keep his husband going in bed." Flute giggles and snorts when she does. The lie is easy. The lie is easy.

I missed you.

"I'm so glad you've got that apprenticeship," says Flute. Her straying hand tucks a lock of Autumn's hair behind her ear. "It'll be worth it when you have your own shop."

The next bite of pie Autumn takes floods her senses with nothing but guilt. The shop again. Flute's favorite what-if.

"Maybe if we're lucky," she keeps going, and Flute practically glows when she talks like this, about the future of their little triad, "I can quit the firm and just help you."

It's hard not to choke on the shame when Autumn swallows her mouthful. "Mm. Mm-hm."

"Wouldn't that be nice," sighs Flute, dreamy. "We could see each other again. Have our own building, with an apartment on top---oh, it would be so much easier to take care of Eli if he's still sick---"

Autumn grabs the brandy and takes an enormous shot. Then she grabs Flute and kisses her, because she can't think of anything else that will make Flute stop talking about a future that will never come to pass.

It's going to be worth it, Autumn tells herself later, as they peel off each other's clothing and remind themselves of each other's bodies. It's the only way, she tells herself in the heat of their passion, her mind as far from their bed as it will go. What Flute and Eli don't know won't hurt them, she tells herself in the aftermath, cozied in Flute's arms as the sweat dries.

"Baby?" Flute says. It's muffled. Her snout is in Autumn's hair.

"Yeah?"

"You feeling okay? You seemed a little distant tonight."

"Oh," says Autumn, grateful she doesn't have to meet Flute's eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

Flute makes a sound of relief, of contentment. "About what?"

"About---"

How much I miss you. How much I hate lying to you. How much of a fucking idiot I am. How you deserve better than this.

"---about what to name the shop."

The lie is easy.

The lie is easy.

The lie is easy, and Autumn is a coward.

[spade-club]

I feel so self conscious sometimes about the frequency of my switches and how infrequently I understand or notice them.

Like just now I guess, idk its like. I step away from tumblr for two seconds, mid post, and now I dont care about this thing I really wanted to talk about. And this is kinda my constant all the time every day. I just want to care about something consistently or at least like. Care about something for half an hour at a time instead of being so all over the place. Its exhausting. We used to stick around for a while. When MJ was around he would be out for like 8 hours at a time, sometimes even days. And most others would stick around for an hour or two and it was great. But now its so. We cant go out and have a time because the brain shuffles us like a jukebox trying to figure out who can handle any of it. But no one can. Ugh.

Got distracted from this post again, its been like half an hour this time. Anyway I miss consistency and I think as an insider, the way the outsiders refuse to function together is so stressful to be aware of, I dont know how they feel about it but how do they manage to just deal with the constant triggers and switching and everything. The other day we fell to the floor panicking and then got up and just had a pretty okay night but intermittently just broke down and then had lots of fun and then was so uncomfortable and then fine and then and then and then. Just like ping pong its. So stressful. Why can we not just have fun for more than 4 minutes or freak out for half an hour and then get over it naturally and its just gone for the night. Or just. Something more consistent than this. I hate it and I feel so self conscious. And if I dont prepare for long enough before I drive I dont know how to because most of us cant drive. And I only know who can drive by... if they feel like they can I guess? And thats how things go wrong lots. I have to have a driving album because if not it could kill me. If I listen to the wrong song I'll have a full on panic and almost crash my car because that me isnt prepared for driving. Its just. Annoying. Its so stressful how easy it is for me to just, switch. All the time. When I go out it happens like 20+ times in a night. Its annoying. I hate it. I hate it. I want to remember shit. I want to have fun. I want to have any idea of whats going on ever. Fuck.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 51

Third POV

"Eboni dear, are you awake? You have some visitors."

The sound of light knocking, Tiffany's voice, and the bright sun shining in her face from the window stirs Eboni awake. She grumbles, moving to roll over, but a pair of strong arms keep her from doing so. Remembering she didn't lock her bedroom door last night, makes the girl spring wide awake. Her sudden movements stirs Jeff awake.

"The fuck is going-"

Eboni quickly covers his mouth, making the killer glare at her with his questioning eyes. "Who's here!?" Eboni shouts at her door.

"Detective Smith & Michael sweetheart. Want me to come i-"

"No! Ugh! It's too early for this crap...give me five minutes!"

"Alright, dear, I'll let them know. There's breakfast waiting for you downstairs." Tiffany said, walking away.

Eboni springs out of her bed but cringes, falling back onto it. The activities of last night catching up to her. Jeff begrudgingly moves out of bed. He pushes his hair out of his face before helping Eboni put her robe on.

"You gotta hide."

"No shit princess. Are those the same fuckers you told me about before?"

"Yeah, UGH! They're getting so annoying at this point."

"Thought of any believable lie yet?"

Jeff helps Eboni to stand, guiding her to the bathroom and helping do a quick sink bath. Eboni shakes her head before speaking, "No... not really. I'd figure I make things up as I go."

The smiling killer frowns, tilting his head down at the girl. "Careful princess. I told you these fuckers are smarter than you think."

Eboni scoffs, shrugging her shoulders. "So? I'm smarter."

Jeff reaches for a long slik night gown. He places it over Eboni's head and puts her robe back on her. He makes her sit down and then begins pulling her hair into a puff ball, resting on the top of her head.

"Never said you wasn't." He leans down, looking at Eboni from her scattered bathroom mirror. "But I won't be able to get you if they lock you up, only slenderman can."

"Really?"

"Yeah. That's how he got me & Tody out of that annoying Asylum."

"Oh yeah... I remember reading about that somewhere." Eboni ponders.

"Mhm. Yeah, that was a long ass time ago. Now get up, I hear her coming."

Just as Jeff said, Tiffany is at Eboni's door again - about to open it. "Eboni, the detectives are busy men. Its rude to keep them waiting. You have five seconds, or I'm coming in."

Eboni's eyes widen, making her speed run into her room despite the pain she's in. Jeff watches in amusement until Eboni throws his shoes at his face. He curses, about to throw something back, but the girl then throws his clothes at him.

"Get dressed and hide!" Eboni whisper shouts.

Jeff tries to quickly put on his pants but falls over onto the floor after forcing his right leg through. It takes everything in Eboni not to burst into a fit of laughter. Though her attempts are interrupted by Tiffany's counting.

"Two more seconds, Eboni!"

Jeff manages to put his pants and shoes on, but his hoodie would have to wait. Eboni shoves Jeff into her closet, throwing his hoodie inside. Just had her door is beginning to open, Eboni spots his knife in the middle of the first. Eyes widen, she rushes over and kicks it under her bed- tensing at the impact the handle of the blade makes against her big toe.

Tiffany opens the door with a stern look that doesn't faze Eboni at all. The girl walks over to her, ignoring the pain between her legs. Tiffany clearly notices the hickeys on her neck and chest but chooses not to speak on it.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Not long enough. What the hell do they want with me this time?"

"Well, sweetheart, you disappeared and came back perfectly fine. They just want to ask a few questions. They're waiting in the living room."

Eboni clicks her tongue, moving past Tiffany and walks down the stairs - using the railing for extra support. The detectives watch Eboni closely, taking in every detail. She is aware of this but tries to stay as calm as possible. All she wants is to be in her bed with Jeff holding her in his arms.

Daniel nods his head towards Eboni, motioning to her plate of food. She raises a brow at it, shaking her head. "Did you two poison it or something?"

"God no! Eboni, why would you think something like that!?" Tiffany gasp.

"Had a foster parent try to poison me when I was younger. I kept feeding the food to the dog, and it slowly got sick until it died. I was removed shortly after. I have made my own food ever since, no one else." She said nonchalantly, like her story isn't anything less traumatic.

Smith and Michael share an odd look, but both pay their attention back to Eboni once she moves to sit on the couch. She places her hands together and rest them on her lap. The girl stares at them, waiting for them to speak first.

"Good morning, Ms. Eboni. Nice to see you again."

"Can't say the same." She said flatly.

"Hm, something we agree on."

"Leaves a bad taste in your mouth, doesn't it, Michael? Tell me, did you take my advice and pay a girl to give you head? I guess not - considering how tense you are."

"Eboni!"

"Tiffany!" The girl mocks back, completely unbothered at this point.

Smith clears his throat, not wanting an argument to take place. "I'll just cut to the chase, Ms. Eboni-, it's been brought to our attention that you may be connected to Jeff the killer in some way."

Eboni pulls up the sleeves to her robe, showing off her many self-harm cuts and the long lashes when she attempts to take her life. The girl raises her robe just slightly to show more cuts on her thigh. She looks at the detectives, tilting her head.

"If that's to gain empathy, then you can forget it." Michael said harshly, a look of disgust on his features.

"I don't want your pathetic empathy. Just because Alex said that Jeff could've been the one to take me doesn't mean he's right. You're just going to believe anything a rapist says, huh?"

The atmosphere quickly becomes chilling throughout the living room. The detectives look at Eboni, both confused and doubtful of her words. Why would she accuse her caring boyfriend of raping her?...and why do her parents suddenly reluctant?

"You're trying to be deceptive, you brat." Michael grumbles, clenching his fist.

Eboni tilts her head, rubbing the scars on her thigh. "I'm sure you saw that sex tape of me, committed it into evidence to build some type of case against me. That guy in the video was Alex. He drugged me. Of course, my only witness is on his side just to hurt me. Taylor, that's her name."

"Why would your witness side with him if Alex did do such a horrible thing to you?" Smith question, not buying Eboni's story.

"Envy. Jealousy. Her mother is a junkie. She hates that I'm here living a 'perfect life' while she's stuck in the slums. She thinks my suffering doesn't measure up to hers. Anyways, he drugged me. If you look closely at the background of the video- it's his room. Kinda strange that the video doesn't have audio, yet the quality is so spot on. His face is even blurred out in a few shots. I mean, did you see my face? Those tears? I clearly wasn't enjoying it."

"Why....didn't you press charges?" Smith asked while Michael writes everything down.

"No one believed me. Those two didn't believe me either. It wasn't until I came back that he almost hit me in front of them."

"None of this explains the self harming, the drinking, and your 'suppose it' suicide attempt." Micheal cuts it.

"It does you lanky piece of crap. I'm getting to that!" Eboni snaps, re telling her story is already hard enough.

Smith can tell the girl is struggling. Her hands are trembling, though she's trying to keep them firmly together. "My apologies for him. Please continue."

"Anyways....He blackmailed me. He showed me the video and forced me to be his girlfriend and do whatever he said. If I didn't, he'd leak the video on the school website. So that's what I did. I....I needed a way to cope with it all. The first time I tried to trust in my foster parents, they let me down. At first, I didn't want to report him be-because of how rich his family is, but I'm with a well-off family too."

Eboni paused, giving herself time to calm her nerves. "....so when they didn't believe me - for the sake of their image, I found other ways to try and deal with my situation. Drinking just enough to sleep to avoid nightmares and just enough to deal with the things he made me do after school..."

"What things did he make you do?" Smith asks gently.

Eboni gulps, now scratching at her scars. "He...h-he'd force himself on me at the back of the school. There's no cameras there. O-One time, he forced me into the boys' locker room and made me s-suck....him off in front of the wh...th-the whole football team." At this point, tears are building in her eyes, but she's still aware not to slip up when explaining.

"May I ask why you two didn't do anything? Eboni did say for the sake of your image, but -" Smith said before Eboni cuts him off.

"Their number one investors to their businesses are his parents." Eboni states, tears falling from her eyes. "They told me yesterday. But either way, that would've...drove me further to do it.."

"To do what?" Micheal questions, now recording the conversation since he got tired of writing.

"To kill myself. Tiffany locked the knives away and got rid of all the wine. So I was left with nothing. They forgot I had scissors and mirrors." Eboni shrugs though her tears never stop as she traces the scars on her wrist. "I got the scissors, filled up the bath water, sliced my wrist, and just stayed their until I passed out from blood lost." Eboni doesn't mention the pills. She doesn't want to incriminate Luna. Unbeknownst to Eboni, the witch was already one step ahead.

"Ok... this story still doesn't add up to your sudden disappearance and reappearance." Micheal points out, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We did find a few fingerprints and a long string of black hair on your pillow when we searched your room. We are saddened by what you possibly went through, but these clues do link you to Jeff. We're just looking for answers."

"I do have a friend, Iris Brunson. She has long black hair." Eboni said, trying to redirect the foucs off of Jeff - a mistake.

"The fingerprints and hair strand are a one hundred percent match to Jeff The Killer Eboni. You're hiding something. It's best to tell the truth now before things become way out of hand." Smith pressures.

Eboni is cornered. She knows it. That one mistake was enough to cause more suspicion. The girl has to think fast if she wants the attention off of her and Jeff. She needs to somehow pin this on someone else. That's it! Pinning it on someone else! Someone she hates. This seems like the perfect time to get back at Taylor. It's time to put Eboni's acting skills into work. She breaks down into a sobbing fit, surprising everyone. Eboni lowers her head, covering her face with her hands.

"Fine! Fine, I-I'll tell you. Yes, I was being stalked during everything- but it wasn't Jeff."

"Then who?" Micheal asked, eyes narrowed.

"I-I don't know! B-But he's the one who took me!"

"Did you get a good look at him?"

"I did...I don't know how he g-got me...I'm not sure how he carried me without leaving a trail. B-but I was given a chance to look at him.." Eboni said through her broken sobs.

"Go on." Smith pushes.

"H-He had on a white mask with blacked out eyes and black lips. I didn't get a look at his skin tone that well, but I think he's caucasian. He had brown, messy hair that led to sideburns."

Both detectives stare at Eboni, completely taken aback. "....what was he wearing?" Smith pressed on.

"An orange trench coat, black pants and black shoes."

"Holy shit..." Smith whispers, Astonished by this new information.

"Lying. She has to be lying! There's no way they're connected."

"I-I believe they are... they all are."

"There was someone else with them?! Smith, you don't think -"

"He had on a blue mask. Blacked out eyes that look like were leaking black goo. That's the one who apparently saved me." Eboni explains, body still racking from her sobs.

Sorry EJ-

"...did they speak with you at all? Say anything that could lead us to finding them?"

"No...N-No...they never said a word to me. I-I did see Jeff ever so often. They kept me in some weird trailer in the woods. I never saw what it looked like. They blindfolded me and led me out into the woods before letting me go. I-I....I thought they were finally going to kill me! I didn't do anything! I'm not involved in anything. I'm j-just...I'm just trying to heal. I'm just a victim....I've always been a victim."

The detectives do find it odd that Eboni feels the need to consistently confirm that she's a victim. Who is she trying to convince? Them or herself? Those questions are placed on hold once her parents come rushing to her side, both sitting on either side and pulling her into their embrace. The girl welcomes it, just to keep up the act.

"I think she's had enough for today." Tiffany said, looking at the detectives. "I believe it's time for you two to leave."

"But we haven't a-"

"They're right. Thank you, Tiffany, Daniel. Thank you, Eboni, we wish you the best. If we have any more questions, we'll stop by - if that's alright, we'll call beforehand."

"That's fine. Daniel dear, please walk them out."

Daniel nods, pulling away from Eboni. He stands, walking the two to the front door. Once there, the detectives get one last look at Eboni, eyes widening. She's smiling - eyes dark, almost soulless. She continues to watch them, keeping up the act only for her parents. The girl's goal was to gain empathy and sprout enough bull that sounds believable to her parents and enough to invade the detectives for a while.

Once the two men are out, they walk to their car in silence. While driving out, Micheal breaks the silence. "You...saw that too- right?"

"Of course I did. I've been in this field longer than you have."

"Then you don't believe that bullshit story, right?"

"There...are some truth to it. When she went on and on about that Alex boy- her body wouldn't stop shaking no matter how hard she willed it to."

"Then what about that crap with those masked men? We heard rumors about there being more, but its doubtful that they'll come after her!"

"That..hm..I do believe she's lying. Call it a gut feel- but she is telling the truth about all of them being connected in some way. Sure, she brought up Jeff to keep him painted as the bad guy - and her as the victim."

"Yeah... yeah, she kept saying she's the victim. Who the hell was she trying to convince?"

"Her parents and herself. The girl has been through a lot, yes, but we can't do anything about that Alex boy if she doesn't press charges."

"And what happened to her....if those things happened to her, that doesn't change the fact she's protecting a serial killer - but why!?"

"Simple. They have a thing going on."

Michael slams on the breaks, turning to look at Smith- bugged eyed. "What!?"

"It's obvious. She's protecting him. His hair on her pillow. His fingerprints all over her room. My theory is that they've been in contact since she moved in with Tiffany and Daniel."

"Damn...fuck I was right! I knew it!! Now, what do we do!? We should go back and arrest that bitch!" Just as Micheal is about to turn the car in reverse, Smith stops him.

"We can't."

"Why not!?"

"Because her story holds up. We know the truth, and we can see through her manipulative tactics - but not everyone else can. You witnessed how her parents came to her aid and kicked us out. Her story holds up for now."

"So what do we do then!?" Micheal sighs heavily in frustration.

"We wait for more damning evidence. We play the waiting game."

[tunawithsoysauce]

Day: 3???

17/4/24

Hiya!!!! Sorry i didnt write. Ive decided the most i'll pause the blog is three days. Also, shoutout to my sister that now reads this! Gonna be careful with what I put her now, haha. That's a joke. Er.

So! Hi. Been busy. With tests n stuff. Also kind of relapsed. 17 days and I throw it away. I c-t myself like an hour ago writing this too haha.

Well, I wont be pessimistic. I'll be fine. Its just a blip. I hope so, at least.

Enough about not-today-days. Here's my day today!!!

Woke up at six. Mentally prepared me for in total four hours of english exams. UGH. It sucked, but I did good. Anyways.

C-t myself in the morning. It was to prepare myself. I think. Yeah, it was.

I took the bus. I listened to some Weezer (Pinkerton, blue album, and green album!!!) And met Leija on my way from the bus station. She cheered me up so much. GOD I love her.

We settled in in the testroom thingie, and started. I got done super early (duh) and read Solitare (Alice oseman) for like 50 minutes. ITS SO GOOD. Ive read it at least eight times by now. But still. Epic. Book. (Sprolden AJSKSJDJ)

Me n Leija ate lunch. I actually ate (unlike any other day lmao) and it was fish burgers. Yuck. No im kidding. It actually tasted okay.

The rest of the break i just ran around with Leija. And Deim. I think I yelled so much my lungs would collapse. (Outside ofc)

And then the next test. It was super slow since we had to listen to some guy talking. BORING ASF. Anyways I fell asleep afterwards while the writing time was still going and Elsa woke me up.

I jumped around agressively and climbed a tree out of exitement. I scraped my knee falling from it :[

Anyways. We had homeroom (YUCK) and I was kind of riled up. Anxious. Whatever. My teacher looked at me and used his serious voice telling me to breathe. I rolled my eyes at him. But I was thankful.

Me and Leija just goofed off that lesson, lol. Not being annoying to anyone else ofc, just yk.

Then we had P.E. or well, I didn't. My wounds where fucking BOLTING and it hurt like HELL. I told my teacher. She looked at my wrist, looked at me, took me to another room and asked the standard stuff.

I answer truthfully.

(I downplayed it)

Anyways. She said a bunch of sentimental pitying stuff but then said:

"Nobody wants you to be gone."

And I resisted crying at that.

I spent the rest of the lesson watching Doctor who. Specifically any episode with Amy and River.

It was fun.

When It was over Leija asked if I wanted to walk around in the mall for a bit. Of course i said yes.

Deim came too.

Before we left i gave Sofia a hug.

She's practically my mum at this point.

Anyways. We sat in the mall for a while. We talked about pointless stuff. Leija gave me a cookie. I said I loved her. It was supposed to be a sort of joke.

She said it back.

Deim said they loved me too.

I hugged them and said it back.

Anyways. I went home. Bus. I took the pencil sharpener I stole from school and..

..figure out the rest.

Yep. I called my sister. I freaked out because I made it too deep. I got it to stop bleeding.

I don't have anymore urges right now, so ill be fine tonight.

Anyways. Orchestra tonight. Fun.

It'll be fun.

[foxstens]

im so fucking mad

so i have access to three bosses currently and i can't beat any of them. nor do i like them enough to want to keep trying.

there's this lady who kinda reminds me of isidora but worse. because a lot of her attacks can be parried but not all and its kinda hard to figure out which ones you can parry and which ones you can't because it doesn't follow the rules of isidora's fight. and there's no walls on the side of her arena so if you fall you die instantly. she's the aggressive kind of boss who chases you and has very short openings. i usually struggle against these types of bosses but especially here because i don't like her.

then there's this guy who seems like??? a blacksmith?? but he also doesn't have any dialogue and his attacks are pretty erratic. i think he's probably the easiest of the three i can fight right now, i got close to beating him a few times but he just isn't dying for some reason. some of his attacks are also really hard to parry or avoid, and i also just don't like the fight. at all. he does lead to a very very very important upgrade though ugh.

and lastly, there's the one i'm mad about. this boss is so fucking cool, he's in a great area, he looks cool, his music is great, he really fucking reminds me of my favourite boss in blasphemous 1. except. he has three fucking phases of which i hate two. IT'S SO FUCKING HARD. the first two are easy individually but then in the third it's just both of them at the same time and it's soooooo fucking hard when these attacks don't mesh together at all and you can't fucking avoid theeeeeeeeem.

and like. the game is being kinda stingy with upgrades. movement upgrades are fine, they come at the right time and i love the platforming. but so far i got one fervour upgrade which is not a lot considering the fact that death is much more punishing here. as in, after you die and you recover the guilt fragment, you don't actually recover all of your guilt and you gotta go to an npc to purge all of your guilt periodically. WHICH IS A FUCKING STUPID SYSTEM WHY THE FUCK

i also only got one additional flask, and two health upgrades which i had to look up because they were in annoying ass spots. by the way the game has a lot of instances where it just looks into a room with waves of enemies. when you get items for it i don't mind, but sometimes you don't even get anything it just happens in normal ass rooms and i don't get it it's so fucking annoying.

and most of all, i haven't found any weapon upgrades. i even looked them up and turns out, none of them are available until i beat at least one of these bosses. WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCK. i'm even unable to use the weapon i like against these bosses because it barely does any damage. i guess the reason people are finding this game so easy is bc everyone uses the flail but i don't like it??? it's hard even when using the sword, BUT WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING THREE WEAPONS WHEN THEY'RE SO UNBALANCED

maybe i should wait for patches or smth idk, but that could take years and by then i'll probably be spoiled about everything. i'm just so frustrated rn like i wanna love it but all of these things are so much more annoying than anything in the first game. and like i said previously, i have yet to come across an area or boss i love, so basically the only thing i truly love about this game at the moment is the platforming :'(