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itsdappleagain · 1 year ago

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i know csweekly is on hold now, but I still have to catch up on The Luchadora Tango Caper, so here it is!!

Season 3 is maybe my least favorite season out of any of them, but I still love it, so I'm really excited to get into this!

Notes under the cut as always and please ignore the fact that I'm a month late on this thx

NEW CASTLE!!! NEW CASTLE YAYYY

sometimes I think this whole series is Maelstrom just talking about shit for like 14 hours

cleo sympathizing with guys in skirts <3 she knows ur struggle boys

love how they slapped up a giant glowing green world map and copper sulfate burning chandeliers before they put in insulation or heat

brunt, girl, calm down. they were just doing their evil minion bagpipe job

british on british violence

that was such a cute nod when this season first dropped. haha theres been no sign of her all summer because of the hiatus you are so clever

they rlly thought they had something with the turn them against each other thing. i cant believe they thought they tvy7 rating would let shadowsan and carmen kill each other 🙄

"carmen is DEAD" (cheery tango music)

i mean it works because we know hes wrong and stupid but like

no offense but the tango dancers are animated in a way that is reminiscent of a kid manually moving their barbie dolls legs to make them walk

our girl <3

tell me why dropping 200 feet onto the top of the metal detector was more sneaky than literally anything else she could have done

ok. yes. but the fact she is robbing it does not negate the fact that she will be on the news for breaking into a bank dsjfsdghfkdsa

1021 is the number on the box- could it mean something? in a strictly doylist sense. october 21st doesn't seem to have any significant holidays...I can't find anything, might just be a random number set.

good god the "i...have his eyes." hits me like a truck every time

gina pulled it out with the voice acting in this one

she WAS a very cute baby

"another" link girl what else has there been you should be ecstatic

ayyy its the character literally everyone except spintrap-stan and amaryllis solely remember for being voiced by dante basco

i love how snarky carmen immediately gets. if he knows her name and what she looks like, obviously he's an operative, so she gets to have a little fun in immediately declining him while still gaining valuable information, almost immediately, about who he is and what his talent will be

everyone is very stretched today

this is not my favorite fight scene honestly (at least until flytrap gets here. dont even get me started on her fighting style im in love with it) because its literally just like ooh. he kicks. she dodges. wow. they really do try with the tango parallels but idk

wow!! other people can kick too??? who knew

she protected the face

cutely runs into oncoming traffic

those cars were not even slowing down girl they were just like HONK MOVE OR DIE

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FLYTRAP MY GIRL

okay mini rant incoming i already did a post on this like a billion years ago but flytrap is one of my favorites because in my opinion she and paper star are the most dangerous villains we ever see in the show. let me. try to find that post actually

yeah here it is

flytrap is also so hot and has the same va as luz so she's just top tier. idk if the team put half the episode budget into celebrity voice actors and thats why we only got 5 episodes but you know what

love how carmen is literally stopping her attempts to get free to banter. girl. stop

shadowsan <3

love how they do not even bother showing the fight they just get their asses handed to them

why didnt they start in veracruz just asking

not the table

ok guys. you can stop with the tango thing now. its okay

that little conversation between ivy and shadowsan is so good

comrades??? sir its not the cold war

article from 17 years ago, thank you for that easy to understand slang

carmen plot armored her way out of getting her skull smashed in on that train so hard that she made maelstrom stupid

its canon both in and outside of the show that color theory is so prevalent that any sort of red at all immediately signals carmen

the colors are so beautiful in this scene. carmen doesnt have her coat or jacket on, everythings just a little desaturated as she searches

THE ACME GANG <3333

not the finger guns and glasses wheeze hes such a loser i love him

THE FORESHADOWING TO EGYPT WITH THE PYRAMIDS ON HER LAPTOP!!!!

love how all we get of julia this season is her being pissed off and then leaving

he was such an asshole for closing her laptop why did he do that 😭

has carmen just been ignoring vile missions for the last season of the year to research her mom or

girlie is so sad about everything

ah yes, the door, the thing you wish to have opened, the best place to lean your full body against after you knock,

i'M SOrry. did you NOT attend a school for THIEVES

HSDGGDG HEY. just broke into your house. im your long lost daughter

i love how she goes DONT TOUCH ANYTHING and then immediately drags her whole arm across the wall and cabinet

also her face when she sees the masks is perfect

okay be honest how many of you have replayed carmen saying maybe mommy at least once. who. raise your hands

shes sooo buff

love how everyone is taking this so seriously and then carmen is just completely apathetic about anything thats going on

dont deadname lupe, carmen

her hair catching a gust of indoor wind for the sole purpose of making her look sick as hell in her intro card is so iconic

as ivy absolutely obliterating zack in the foreground is so fucking funny

she got that "EH EH EH." titter of "HEY NO. DONT YOU DO THAT" down scary well

devineaux strutting im sobbing. julia was doing SO well and then she got paired with devineaux AGAIN

that cab driver looks so concerned about the hulking texan in his backseat

remember when the trailer dropped and we thought those roses were for julia. good times

everyone narrowly avoiding each other as they pull in

you just know ivy smacked zack when he protested to decoy time hdsafhadsg

gotta say the "EH?" while getsuring to the trophies is fucking hilarious. obviously julia knows she wouldnt go after those but its so funny

i do love the way carmen just shrinks any time brunt appears. she is soooo traumatized

VAMOOSE EL MASKO SHES SO ACCURATREIUSDHKFSKHFD SHES EXACTLY WHAT MIDDLE AGED AMERICAN SOUTHERNERS SOUND LIKE

LUPE IS SO FUCKING COOL

devineaux showcasing his braincells for a spilt second this episode

ah, so begins the not a good time mantra

devineaux getting absolutely decimated because he thinks coach brunt thinks hes handsome is so funny

the referee watching two apparent civilians enter the ring: 🙂

carmen is so funny here. she uncuffs herself and then just leaves devineaux to die like fuck his ass he can get smooshed

carmen getting increasingly mad at devineaux while she drags him places is my favorite part of the episode

also, either carmen got stronger or devineaux had a few bouts of crazed research where he didnt eat, but she can drag him easily now as opposed to when she was struggling back at the trap in poitiers

they put this shot in the trailer and without context it just looked like carmen was standing there glaring at brunt menacingly

the cat burglar <3

worst fucking ref on the planet i love him

was carmen stopping to listen to julia's voice i would like to think so

ah the devineaux and cars gag. i mean, to be fair, it wasnt his fault this time

starts beatboxing

carmen really just dumped her whole life story on lupe thats so funny. girlie started the day preparing for a match, got her house broken into, and then ended the day learning about a global crime syndicate

they really ended s2 going THE NEXT SEASON WILL FOCUS ON CARMENS MOM and then started s3 going well actually um okay so

theres our transition sentence

lupe's yellow and blue palette btw!! cs color theory i love you

lupe is more of a mom than carlotta ever gets to be thats sad honestly

carmens little smile ough

here is a shot that very succinctly illustrates the dynamics in the coming seasons. the three at the table stand strong- always have. roundy is basically a footnote no one cares about him and then brunt...brunt is sort of on the edge. this carries over all the way into s4 when malestrom tries to drown her

oh my god i forgot about the weird halloween thing the faculty has going on this season i love it

my analysis is right in time for spooky season >:) halloween IS nearly upon us!!!

OKAY well my thoughts on the luchadora tango caper...pretty good. honestly its kind of net zero information because we introduce the premise of finding carmens mom and then immediately abandon it but it sets up um....well....it sets up....what does it set up

anyway- not my favorite episode, even though lupe is fucking awesome. i think it suffers a little from deviating from that classic caper structure and jumping around, but it does its job as an introductory episode.

until we return, sayonara, mon amigos!

#csweekly #carmen sandiego weekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego

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hotarutranslations · 2 months ago

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THE FIRST TAKE, Fujimoto Miki-san, Youngtown, Mo-Jo, Kobetsu!

Evening

This article was posted today💎 "Ayumin" The Only One Among 47 Members From Tohoku Makes Her Last Return Home

When I was doing work in Miyagi, I got to talk!

Please definitely read it

Yesterday this was released,

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Thank you very much everyone, for your lots of reactions👑

The dream became a reality…

While I was watching the premier yesterday, I was a little nervous…

I had really fun the day of filming but, I was kinda nervous for people to see it⚠️

Renai Revolution 21 is, a song that released in 2000, and I joined after that in 2011, Its been song in lots of places

If we sing this song, No matter the age of the fan, And for those that don't know us yet too, They can certainly dance and sing along with us…🪩✨ I'm confident of it that with this song

Therefore it has a lot of memories

Also again, I sang on "THE FIRST TAKE"! Its new memory with everyone now, I made that with everyone

I'm really happy about that, for me👑

Singing it as we are now,

Renai Revolution 21

Please definitely enjoy it❤️

Everyone, Really, thank you, For always supporting us

.🫶🏻

Also somehow!

Even further today!

Ishida,

Got to make an appearance on, Fujimoto Miki-sans's YouTube!!!

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Yayyy---🤍ྀི

I had just finished work, I got to see the very end of the premier, I'll also be watching it, Along with the comments that flow in after

Also somehow,

Immidiately,

Tomorrow too! The 2nd part will be premiering!

Fujimoto-san, Says everything, really, really clearly so, It was a fun and stimulating conversation with no room for hesitation! And since it was positive, please tell me more about that idea!! There are those who are thinking that

.🐣🫶🏻

I'd be happy if everyone could enjoy, This talk with Fujimoto-san🎗️

Watch it tomorrow as well!

With that, continuing on into tonight,

MBS "Youngtown Saturday"

Ah!!!! Its started!!!! I'm sorry I'm blogging late!!!!

I received flowers🥺💙ྀི (I'm sorry you can't see the important flowers I'll post them on Instagram)

My last was also fun on Youngtown

I also heard some very impactful stories

Ah, since its beginning, I wonder if I'll make it in time! lol Everyone please don't miss this talk either, ok

Also,

Radio Nihon "Morning Musume '24's Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~"

From 12:00AM~!

Next week, is a special episode for Ishida so, It seeems like it will be my last regular episode

Thank you very much, definitely listen ok

There is a lot, thank you💙ྀི💙ྀི

Photobook On Sale🤍

Play▶️List

📚 Released October 30th "Gekkan Entame" Ishida x Oda

→Thank you very much to the many who have already voiced having read it🎈

Releasing November 9th "BOMB" Ishida x Oda

→It has the atmosphere of loungewear~ so by all means🎈

Releasing November 15th "EX Taishuu" Ishida x Inoue x Yumigeta

→We had a talk about the album release, and towards my graduation🎈

Releasing November 22nd "Up To Boy" Ishida x Oda x Makino

→Everyone is wearing a blue outfit, There was dancing, emotions, and fun🎈

Preorders Ongoing Please Definitely Check It Out

On non-no-san, The first in my commemorative graduation series released

🌙"Tohoku and "Connection"" Love for my hometown, becoming a beloved idol

🕺 ""Connection" With Dance" Whether its within Hello Pro or away at Fests. The Groups First Dance Machine

🐣"Connection" With History and Memories" Memories of Growing Up While Nurturing My Love For Morning Musume

Please definitely read it

📺Morning Musume Happy Daisakusen

Show titled as such on Hulu-san👑 Streaming starts on October 19th

fufufu watch this

📺Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko"

I appear once a month as part of the AraKashi Family

The previous shows, and makings, are on OX VIDEO STORE!

📺Hello Pro Dance Every other Thursday at 11:30PM~

Season 12 will start airing, On October 17th (Thurs)🕺

Thank you for following.. Instagram💙🩵

💿November 27th New album✨

Professionals-17th

This is the last CD release for Ishida "Yuukan na Dance" is being performed at autumn tour It Includes 8 new songs, with a total of 13 songs

Look forward🕺

🪩"Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Autumn WE CAN DANCE!"

December 6th at Yokohama Arena

🎗️Live Viewing 🎗️Hulu Live Stream

Please watch the last of the 13 of us

📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~

Airs Every Saturday, On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~

Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available →Program Details

Also today was an exciting meet🐣

I received a lot of your thoughts Each of you have your own lives, Although you all have that you love Ishida in common,

I think thats something amazing---

It felt like, my responsibility?🐣🐣 lol

Thank you very much!!!

Expressing your feelings takes energy, right! Therefore really, thank you!

For me, I'll see you tomorrow🎗️

Alrightttt

see you ayumin<3 https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12876113649.html

#Ishida Ayumi #Morning Musume '24 #Morning Musume #Fujimoto Miki #Hello! Project #Translation #Blog #Youtube

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naradivision · 8 months ago

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Miraitabi's Spring Notification!

// Hi, hello, ohayo, anyoung, ni hao, bonjour, ciao, hola, zdravstvuyte human!

// Check the mic, check the mic

// THIS IS ANGE SPEAKING :)

// Ah, time does fly so fast, doesn’t it human?

// Looking around us again, who would have believed that in the blink of an eye, now we’re soon reaching the end of spring in tomorrow!

// By the way,

// If that lazy admin of this blog was to be more active, who knows, ANGE might even have her bio out already (-`д´-)

// BUT HMPH! FOR MY HUMAN’S SAKE, ANGE WILL PUT AWAY HER PETTY RAMBLE FOR NOW…

// BECAUSE MOST IMPORTANTLY, ANGE HAS A VERY VERY SPECIAL NEWS TO ANNOUNCE TODAY!!!

// FINALLY, LOOKS LIKE MY HUMAN IS DETERMINED TO RELEASE OUR SPRING MIXTAPE SOON YAYYY (ﾉ>▽<)ﾉ~❀

// However, however—

// ANGE guessed you guys aren’t accustomed to ANGE’s way of talking like this hmmmmm

// Then may you please wait a sec!

// Now let’s ANGE try something that those people namely “Vtubers” love to do among these days!

// One, two, ready?

ange.addTheme(“sakura”);

// Special thanks to the original creator :)

// Model by neka

// Art by @kurokun_0718

ange.runModel();

“Hello there, human☆ Here we finally meet again!”

“Well, well, well～ Welcome here again to Miraitabi’s Spring notification gladly announced by none other than the one and only pretty girl of my human’s division! Today Sakura ANGE are in da house❀”

“Well, what do you think about ANGE’s brand new seifuku?! ANGE has been putting so much effort to design some new outfits to suit the theme of this season~”

“Tee-hee☆ And to be honest, ANGE isn’t really into stuff like fashions just as other entities around here, but lately it just couldn’t be helped since ANGE doesn't wanna fall back on the allegation of trends! That's why ANGE has to put more effort into this! But despite saying that, the idea to try wearing something matching with my human is something ANGE really really wants to do for a while back!”

“Moreover, the theme palette of spring is very pretty, don’t you think? Pink, white, and green —ANGE’s new friend, Hi-chan, has once told that these three colors were to represent each phase of cherry blossoms during the springtime and that reminded ANGE that there are also a lot of interesting festivals celebrating in this season as well!”

“By the way, speaking of which, it seems like there is another division making a debut of Spring Mixtape even ahead of my human’s team hmm~ Oh, what’s its name again? Does it ‘Hana Matsuri’ which literally meaning ‘Flower Festival’? …Well, a bit weird choice of name ANGE must say, considering that this name is also the small festival some locals in Japan held on 8th April to celebrate the birth of Buddha”

“ —But never mind that, what’s more fascinating is the concept this Over-something team’s conveys through their music, isn’t it? Hehehe, interesting albeit not really out of expected from some group of idol. It’s kinda surprising to see that different individuals can create quite a different interpretation on music even if they have started off with the same topic though, and now ANGE can’t wait to see what they have in store for the next season~”

“Meanwhile, if the 'Flower Viewing' festival along with their joy and tranciency of festivity are going for as the prelude to this jovial season of new beginning, then ANGE'd like to say that my human’s music this time is going to be a bit different then... Butttt, what theme he's going for hmmm~?”

“*giggles* To give some hint; actually this theme is inspired by the event that mostly and coincidentally occurred during spring, especially in March when cherry blossoms are told to have the most beautiful blooming. Because just so you know: Spring is the season of new beginning and departure…”

“Therefore human, please stay tuned for that we’re going to bid a farewell to our precious spring together! Human has forbidden me to spoil much thing but here allow ANGE to give you a little teaser☆”

💮 When The Blossoms Rain

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Song Title: Sakura no ame (Sakura Rain) Original by: halyosy ft. Hatsune Miku MMD credits are in the description of video

Fluttering through the window, the pink petal lands softly on your palm

—What do you see in this rain of blossoms?

#hypmic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #nara division #miraitabi #ANGE #yuuya kanata #spring notification #premonition of... something #spring mixtape coming soon!#But most of all #sakura ANGE is here >▾<#Youtube

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yopapiishere · 1 year ago

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0.6 Need a Smoke?

A/n: I know it took forever to write this, goddamn. I'm working on it now, I had my birthday to celebrate, and have been busy, but my boyfriend and I found a place to live, so now it's going to be even busier with moving, switching jobs, and working more to meet bills. Yayyy adult life.

Also, this took me forever to write.

The next chapter is gonna be Price fluff, need to include that man more.

Trigger Warning: Underage smoking, nicotine addiction, drug warning, mention of death, swearing, OOC characters

Word Count: 4,785

(Love this photo)

(Y/n) Pov

(Y/n) stirred from her nap, her eyelids heavy with drowsiness, as a young man appeared in the doorway of her room. The soft glow of the room's dim light revealed his expectant expression as he impatiently asked, "(Y/n), are you coming or not?"

With a yawn, she pushed herself up from the warmth of her cozy blankets, the room's dim, golden-hued lighting playing tricks on her sleep-fogged mind. She replied, her voice still carrying traces of sleep, "Yeah, I'm coming Charlie." Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her bare feet meeting the cold touch of the wooden floor beneath her.

As she reached for a nearby hoodie, her fingers brushed against the soft fabric, a reminder of the changing seasons. The room held a faint scent of autumn, a mix of fading flowers, and the crisp October air creeping through the slightly cracked window. She slipped the hoodie over her sleep-wrinkled T-shirt, welcoming its warmth, her senses picking up on the undeniable chill in the air.

The young man in the doorway nodded with a smile, his anticipation evident. "I'll be downstairs," he said. "Grab my wallet, it’s on my bed; I gotta tell ma." With those words, he made his way downstairs, his steps disappearing into the distance.

(Y/n) entered her brother's room, immediately hit by the unmistakable smell of marijuana that hung in the air. Her nose wrinkled in mild disapproval as she noticed the remnants of a plate with a small bud and a partially smoked bowl. The sight and smell bothered her, though she knew it wasn't an uncommon occurrence in her brother's life.

She began her search for his wallet, but it wasn't on the bed as he had suggested. Her eyes darted around the room, landing on the dresser and nightstand. She moved towards them, checking for any sign of the missing wallet.

As she opened one of the dresser drawers, her body suddenly froze with shock, and she felt her heart drop like a heavyweight in her chest. There, nestled among various belongings, was a small needle. The implications of its presence were clear, and a mix of worry and disappointment washed over her.

(Y/n) closed the drawer softly, her emotions swirling with a mixture of concern and disappointment. She scanned the room once more before finally spotting her brother's brown wallet. Without a word, she quickly pocketed it and headed downstairs.

"Where's ma?" she inquired, her eyes darting around the living room as she tugged on her black boots.

"Passed out on the couch," her brother replied, his voice tinged with resignation. She followed his gaze to their sleeping mother, a troubling scene set before them. A large bottle of vodka sat among many empty brown bottles, a stark reminder of their mother's struggles.

Shaking her head in silent disapproval, she joined her brother as he quietly opened the door. Stepping outside, she took in the setting sun casting a warm, golden glow on the falling leaves. Without a word, she followed her brother down the familiar forest trail, the path they often took as a shortcut to reach town.

The two siblings continued walking in silence, their boots crunching on the cold, wet ground. The air around them was brisk and carried the scent of fallen leaves. Amid the hush, the distinctive sound of her brother's lighter flickering cut through the quiet. (Y/n) turned her gaze to see the glowing tip of a cigarette between his lips, its ember providing a dim illumination along the dark forest trail.

Her brother, sensing her interest, reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette, offering it to her without a word. It was a routine they had performed countless times before. She accepted it with a nod of gratitude, and he skillfully lit the cigarette for her using the gas station lighter, the small flame briefly lighting up her face before she took her first drag, the orange glow reflecting in her eyes as she inhaled the soothing warmth of the tobacco.

(Y/n) exhaled a plume of smoke, watching as it briefly hung in the chilled air before dissipating. Her brother glanced at her, their unspoken connection reflecting years of shared experiences, before taking a long drag from his cigarette as they pressed on.

Eventually, they arrived in the small town they grew up in, and finally at Arnold's Pizza, the welcoming aroma of freshly baked pizza wafting from the building. They finished their cigarettes, carefully stubbing them out on the wet sidewalk before leaving them behind. Charlie held the door open for her, a small yet thoughtful gesture, allowing her to enter the cozy pizzeria first.

(Y/n) let her brother handle the order, content to sit by a small table next to the window, her gaze fixed on the outside world.

"Small 12" pizza, just cheese, and two bottles of soda," her brother told the cashier, placing a twenty-dollar bill on the counter. The cashier processed the order, giving back the change. "It'll be ready in 10," the cashier said, and (Y/n)'s brother joined her at the small booth.

"Just cheese this time?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Charlie chuckled softly, a hint of resignation in his tone. "Barely got out a twenty out of ma's purse, toppings went up," he commented, and (Y/n) shook her head. She reached into her pocket and handed him the wallet, watching as he took the leftover change and stuffed it into his wallet.

Unspoken understanding hung in the air between them. These were difficult moments, with little food at home and an abundance of alcohol. Charlie's choice to spend the money on a meal instead of letting their mother spend it on alcohol was his way of taking care of (Y/n), a small act of rebellion against their circumstances. They shared a quiet moment of understanding, their bond stronger than the unspoken troubles that surrounded them.

"I think I want another job," (Y/n) said, turning to her brother. His expression immediately shifted, a mixture of concern and hesitation.

"You can't, you know that," he replied, his voice carrying a sense of protectiveness.

"But I'll keep the money safe. I just want to start saving up for a car, you know I got my license, but I don't have a car," (Y/n) explained, her arms crossed in determination.

Her brother placed his hands on the table, looking into her eyes with sincerity. "I'm telling you, it's better if you wait until you're eighteen. You can wait a couple of months. Last time you had a job, ma stole your paychecks and spent it all on useless stuff."

Frustration weighed on (Y/n), and she rested her head on the table, her voice muffled as she replied, "I just want to have money saved up."

Charlie, in a brotherly gesture, reached out and scratched her head gently. "Listen, (Y/n), it's better to wait until you're eighteen. That way, she doesn't have access to your bank. We'll figure something out in the meantime," he reassured her, their bond and his concern for her well-being evident in his eyes and touch.

"Okay," (Y/n) mumbled softly, sitting up from her contemplative position. She watched as the waiter brought over two bottles of soda and the plain cheese pizza. With a nod of thanks, the waiter left them for their meal, their conversation fading into the background as they focused on the food before them.

Charlie encouraged her, "Dig in, we'll head to the bridge after this." She nodded, and they both started eating, savoring each bite as they looked forward to their plans for the rest of the evening.

After finishing the pizza, Charlie picked up both bottles of soda that had been set aside. It was their little tradition to save the soda for last. He reached into his wallet, leaving a small tip on the table, then returned it to his pocket. With a nod to the remaining staff, they made their way to the exit and said their goodbyes.

The walk to the bridge on the edge of town was quiet, past the bridge was a road leading to their neighborhood. When they reached the old bridge, they both settled down behind the wooden fence at the edge. The view from here was perfect, overlooking the entire town, and they gazed out in silence, taking in the peaceful scenery that had become so familiar to them over the years.

In the quiet of the moment, (Y/n) turned her gaze toward her brother. He lit another cigarette and, knowing they had a limited supply, offered it to her. She accepted, taking a small puff and releasing the smoke into the chilly air.

"Charlie? I need you to answer me truthfully here," she began, her voice carrying a hint of concern. He looked over at her, his expression a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

"That needle... it isn't yours, right?" she asked, her words hanging in the air as they shared the cigarette.

"Of course not, just holding it for a friend," Charlie reassured her, handing the cigarette back. "He's trying to quit," he added, watching her as she smoked.

(Y/n) furrowed her brows slightly. "Then why not throw it away?" she inquired, her concern evident.

"He asked me not to, nothing to worry about, okay? I don't need you worrying about those types of things," Charlie said, his protective instincts kicking in. She nodded in understanding and rested her chin on the wooden fence, taking in the view beyond the bridge as they continued their quiet moment together.

Amid their quiet moment, a voice broke the silence, calling out down the road. "Charlie!" it yelled, and soon another male figure jogged up to them.

"Sam?" Charlie greeted him with a smile and a wave. Sam was a friend of Charlie’s, (Y/n) didn’t know him that well so she ignored him and continued to gaze out over the bridge's railing. Sam took a seat on the other side of Charlie, joining them in their contemplative view of the town below.

She pretended to ignore the bag that was secretly handed to her brother Charlie. It contained a white substance, she could only feel her heart drop and tears well in her eyes. She knew her brother had lied about what the needle was for. She looked down at the bottle of soda in her hands, opening it.

The television screen suddenly went dark, and Soap turned his attention to the sleeping girl, his brows furrowing in concern. Captain Price wore a frown on his face, clearly puzzled by the unexpected turn of events.

"Is that supposed to be normal?" Gaz asked, his gaze fixed on the now-black screen.

Price sighed and replied, "I'll bring it up with Laswell. Gaz, you're on watch. I'll be back." With that, Price headed towards the door, leaving Gaz, Soap, and Ghost in an uneasy silence as they discussed the mysterious events that had unfolded before them.

"Bloody steamin' Jesus. That shouldn't be normal," Soap muttered under his breath as they moved to the other side of the room and into the kitchen.

Ghost leaned against the kitchen counter and spoke with urgency, "Look, whatever it is, just shut up. We can't let her know we saw that. It looked personal."

Gaz, his brows furrowed in agreement, chimed in, "He's right. We should pretend it didn't happen." They all understood the need to protect the girl's privacy, despite the unsettling nature of what they had just witnessed on the television.

"All right then..." Soap replied, still clearly affected by what they had seen.

"I'm going to train, make sure you give her the meds when she wakes up, they’re on the kitchen counter." Ghost announced, to which Soap agreed and followed him out the door, leaving Gaz alone with the sleeping girl. Gaz sighed deeply, feeling a sense of responsibility for her well-being. He rubbed his forehead and then decided to make some tea.

Fifteen minutes later, Gaz sat at the island counter, sipping his tea and scrolling through his phone, making sure he was keeping a watchful eye on the girl as she slept.

An hour had passed when Gaz's attention snapped away from his phone as he heard (Y/n)'s loud groan. He watched in concern as she sat up, clearly in pain, hugging herself and muttering swear words under her breath.

"Are you all right?" Gaz asked, his worry evident in his voice as he moved closer to her, ready to offer assistance if needed.

"It feels like someone stabbed my lungs a million times," (Y/n) winced as she struggled to stand up.

Gaz remembered the pain meds Ghost had mentioned and walked over to the counter, handing them to her. "Here, Ghost told me to give you these," he said, his concern for her evident. "Would you like some tea?" he asked, returning to the kitchen. She nodded in response, and Gaz promptly poured a cup, setting it down on the island where she now sat, right next to his chair.

Gaz watched closely as she took the pain medication and sipped her tea, making sure she was feeling better. When she asked about how she had ended up back at the barracks, he smiled playfully.

"You don't remember?" he teased as he took a seat beside her. She shook her head in confusion.

"Ghost barged in here earlier, carrying you over his shoulder. Graves and a few of his soldiers followed. It was quite the commotion," Gaz explained with a chuckle. Her puzzled expression made it clear that she had no recollection of the events.

"Please don't tell me I embarrassed myself," she sighed, taking another sip of tea.

Gaz couldn't help but grin. "Oh, you did. You called Ghost a terrible stripper and told Soap his haircut was bad," he revealed, causing her to cover her mouth in embarrassment.

"Ah, don't be too hard on yourself," Gaz comforted her, patting her shoulder as she muttered in frustration and hit her head on the table.

"It'll be all right. I'm sure you'll be fine," he reassured her, his laughter still evident. "I can't speak for Graves, though, since he was following behind Ghost, I can’t even imagine what you said to him," Gaz added with a grin. As he looked into her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a growing interest in her. Her emotions were a puzzle he was increasingly eager to solve, and he found himself drawn to the intriguing mix of sadness and something else, a complex and captivating look in her eyes.

Gaz shifted his gaze away from her as she finished her tea, considering his next words carefully. "Are you able to walk...?" he asked cautiously.

"Yea, why?" she inquired.

"I think it'd be good to let you get some fresh air," Gaz suggested as he stood up, his genuine concern for her well-being evident in his actions.

"Really?" (Y/n) stood up and placed her cup in the sink alongside Gaz's.

"Yeah, you haven't been outside since yesterday; could be good for you," Gaz replied with a warm smile as they exited the barracks together.

Their stroll took an unexpected turn as they turned the corner and came face to face with Graves, who looked down at (Y/n) with a smirk, his hand resting on his hip. Gaz couldn't help but wonder how this encounter would unfold, feeling a hint of tension in the air.

"Still expecting a dance, sweetheart?" Graves smirked, his bright blue eyes locking onto (Y/n)'s, though her frown now replaced any hint of amusement.

"I was on anesthesia; I didn't know what I was saying," she replied, crossing her arms and pouting. Gaz couldn't help but feel a mixture of sympathy and amusement when she made that face, a reaction he found oddly endearing.

"Here's all the change you threw at me and my soldiers," Graves said as he pulled out the change from his front pocket and handed it to the young girl.

"Oh...?" (Y/n) looked down at the change in her hand, her confusion evident.

"Do you really not remember?" Graves asked, studying her closely. Gaz stepped in for her, explaining, "She doesn't remember a single thing," as he placed a hand on the lower end of her back and pulled me forward close to him, leading her out of the way of Graves.

As they strolled along, the question that had been nagging at (Y/n) surfaced, and she couldn't resist voicing it. "Do you believe I thought he was a dancer as well?” She glanced up at Gaz, her eyes alight with playful curiosity.

Gaz couldn't help but find her inquiry amusing, and a sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He pondered the question for a moment before replying, "Well love, considering the circumstances, it's not entirely impossible." His voice held a playful tone as he looked down at her.

A playful spark flickered in Gaz's eyes as he continued their banter. "Although, I'm a bit disappointed you didn't ask me for a lap dance," he teased, his voice laced with a suggestive undertone. He punctuated his comment with a cheeky wink.

(Y/n) found herself momentarily taken aback by his bold remark, her cheeks flushing with a faint rosy hue as she bit her lip, her gaze briefly avoiding his. Gaz couldn't help but savor the effect his comment had on her, a smirk playing on his lips. They continued down the hallway, the imposing metal doors of the barracks drawing closer with every step, their playful exchange lingering in the air between them.

As they stepped outside, (Y/n) couldn't help but be captivated by the scene in the distance. Beyond the fence, the trees were undergoing the breathtaking transformation of fall, their leaves painting a picturesque mosaic of red, orange, yellow, and green. She took in the natural beauty around her, a stark contrast to the military surroundings.

"This is a military base," she observed aloud, her realization met with a nod of confirmation from Gaz as he stood beside her.

He offered a kind gesture, "I could show you around if you'd like?" His gaze met hers as he looked down at her, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" she asked, feeling a sense of gratitude for his offer. Gaz simply hummed in response and guided her to the right, ready to introduce her to the unfamiliar world of the military base.

As they turned the corner, (Y/n) found herself surrounded by a flurry of activity. Recruits were lined up in the distance, a stern leader at the front, shouting commands. People bustled about, loading crates onto trucks, while helicopters hovered past the building, adding to the organized chaos. Soldiers rushed past them, and she couldn't help but feel a collective gaze on her, making her slightly self-conscious.

"You'll learn your way around, love," Gaz assured her as he continued to guide her down the bustling pathway. "It can seem quite busy, but it'll settle down." His calm and reassuring words were a soothing presence amid the energetic atmosphere.

Upon entering another building, (Y/n) was met with a sudden rush of cool air from the air conditioning, making her shiver momentarily. The gym layout stretched out massively before her, filled with various types of equipment and bustling with activity. In the center of a large mat, Ghost and Soap were engaged in a sparring match. It was evident that Soap was struggling to keep up, and in a swift move, Ghost landed a punch to Soap's side, knocking him over with a heavy thud.

"Fuckin' hell..." Soap groaned as he hit the ground, clearly feeling the impact. Ghost, with his arms crossed, looked down at his fallen comrade, the intensity of their training session apparent in the sweat-drenched scene before her.

"How long did it take this time?" Gaz asked with a playful smile as he crossed his arms, approaching Ghost and Soap alongside (Y/n). His amusement was evident as he observed the aftermath of their sparring session.

"Ten minutes less than last time," Ghost grunted, offering a hand to Soap and helping him back to his feet. Soap, clearly feeling the effects of their intense sparring, muttered a retort. "Fuck you, next time you're goin' on the floor." His words were laced with a mix of exhaustion and playful rivalry.

"Nice to see that you're up, kid," Soap greeted (Y/n), who rolled her eyes but wisely refrained from saying anything in response. Gaz couldn't help but chuckle at the impending conversation. "He's going to mention the whole lap dancing question and the whole haircut comment you made when Ghost dragged you in," he warned.

“Was it really a bad haircut comment...?" (Y/n) inquired, turning her attention to Gaz, her curiosity piqued. Ghost explained, "He was very salty,”

"Still a bit mad..." Soap muttered, his hand absently rubbing the back of his neck. (Y/n) couldn't help but roll her eyes at the mention of the incident. "I don't even remember, or even want to remember," she replied, crossing her arms in a gesture of indifference, making it clear that the events in question were best left in the past.

"Are you hungry?" Soap asked, checking his watch as the time struck 6 pm, a realization of how quickly time had flown.

(Y/n) rocked on her heels, considering the question as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. Gaz couldn't resist a smirk. "You're going to love the cafeteria food," he assured her, their footsteps echoing in the gym as they walked towards the exit.

"I can't tell if I'm supposed to believe that..." (Y/n) muttered skeptically, her voice laced with uncertainty. Ghost, ever straightforward, gave his candid opinion. "Don't." It was clear he didn't hold high expectations for the cafeteria offerings.

(Time Skip)

(Y/n) had awoken once again from another nightmarish dream. Cold sweat covered her body, and the faint taste of ice-cold lake water lingered in her mouth, making her stomach churn with nausea. She clung desperately to the blankets, trying to stave off the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume her. Her body ached from the sudden coldness that seemed to envelop her.

In the dim light of her room, she could feel the phantom sensation of a seatbelt restraining her, a cruel reminder of the traumatic experience she had endured. Desperate to escape the vivid memories, she pushed herself to her feet, trying to convince her mind that she was no longer in that car and that she was safe in her room.

(Y/n) glanced at the clock in her room, which struck 10 p.m. She knew everyone was asleep, and the thought of leaving her room without someone with her made her anxious. However, the walls of her room felt increasingly suffocating, and the need for some fresh air became too tempting to resist. She reasoned with herself that it wouldn't hurt to just step outside for a moment.

Quickly and quietly, she put on her shoes, her movements careful not to disturb anyone. She approached the door, her heart pounding with each step. Gently cracking the door open, she slipped out of the room and into the quiet hallway. Remembering the way to the exit, she made her way through the barracks doors, leaving them slightly ajar to ensure she could get back in.

Taking in a deep breath of the crisp, night air, (Y/n) felt a sense of relief wash over her. The stars sparkled brightly in the sky, and the moon cast a soft, soothing glow, illuminating everything around her.

Outside, (Y/n) found the precious opportunity to breathe, if only for a moment. She leaned against the wall a few feet from the exit, gazing up at the vast expanse of stars in the night sky. Counting them, identifying constellations, and losing herself in the beauty of the universe above, she momentarily forgot the taste of the water and the coldness that had once gripped her.

However, her reverie was abruptly interrupted by a cough, snapping her back to reality. She turned to see Soap standing nearby, his arms crossed, and an expression of anger on his face.

"You're not supposed to be out here," he stated firmly, taking a step toward her. In response, (Y/n) rolled her eyes, a hint of defiance in her gaze.

"If you try to drag me back inside, I'll run," she declared, her eyes conveying the determination that her words held.

"You and I both know how that'll end, sweetheart," Soap replied with a smirk, leaning against the cold brick wall next to her. His tone was playful despite his earlier scolding. "Why are you out here?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the night sky.

(Y/n) hesitated, not sure what to say. "Just couldn't sleep," she began to explain, but Soap interrupted her.

"Don't tell me that bullshit, I could hear you cryin’, plus you aren’t the quietest sneaking out,” he pointed out, clearly not buying her initial excuse. He reached into his pocket, producing a pack of cigarettes and lighting one with a blue lighter.

She eyed the cigarette with a mixture of longing and hesitation, the urge for relief from her inner turmoil making the addiction all the more enticing.

"Then why'd you ask?" she questioned, her gaze finally meeting his. Her body ached for the familiar comfort of nicotine.

"I was wonderin' if you were going to tell the truth," Soap replied, taking a deep puff and watching her closely. An uncomfortable silence settled between them as (Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek and crossed her arms.

"I haven't been here long enough to tell truths yet," she finally responded, managing a small smile. Soap's smile grew in response. "Never met someone as witty as you, Bonnie,” he commented.

"I just couldn't breathe in that room, plus nightmares of my death seem to be as frequent as ever, so I just needed to relax a bit," (Y/n) explained, her voice carrying a sense of vulnerability. She looked up at Soap, hoping he might understand.

Soap hummed in response, his gaze locked onto hers with a mixture of sympathy and understanding.

A quick tap on her shoulder pulled her attention away from their conversation, and she noticed Soap passing her the cigarette. Her face lit up with excitement. "You know I'm not old enough to smoke yet, right?" she teased, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she accepted the cigarette in her hands, its glow enticingly illuminating the night.

"Shut up and smoke it before I change my mind," Soap grunted, his tone gruff but tinged with a hint of amusement. (Y/n) took a puff, the familiar sensation of the nicotine filling her lungs and the buzzing feeling washing over her, momentarily providing the escape she had been yearning for.

"If you ever need to come outside again, you can just knock on my door," Soap offered, his arms crossed in a gesture of genuine concern. (Y/n) considered his words.

"Even if it's 4 a.m.?” she asked, seeking confirmation. Soap nodded. "Maybe, but I know how it feels to be restless," he admitted, understanding the turmoil that could strike at any hour of the night.

As (Y/n) took another hit from the cigarette, the smoke curled into the night sky. She couldn't help but tease, "Does this mean I can bum cigarettes off of you?"

Soap smirked in response. "Maybe." The simple exchange carried an unspoken understanding between them.

"I'm sorry I hit you with a burning log," (Y/n) began, her movements focused on the cigarette in her hand. "I'm also sorry about saying something about your haircut," she added, her voice laced with genuine remorse.

Soap looked at her and offered a soft smile. "If anything, I deserved that," he admitted, lighting another cigarette. "I'm sorry I said I wouldn't hurt you. Out of all the people in this new world of yours, I should've been the first person you trusted."

They both took puffs from their cigarettes, the act of smoking a comforting routine. The silence that settled between them was a welcome respite, allowing (Y/n) to finally breathe and find some peace. After this brief interlude, she knew she could return to her room and sleep without the disturbing specter of her nightmares haunting her.

#gaz x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #modern warfare fanfiction #ghost x reader #soap x reader #fanfic #john soap mactavish #modern warefare ii #price x reader #modern warfare ghost

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iantimony · 10 months ago

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tuez

yayyy

listening: release radar: i get it now (sammy rae) (wauuughhhh. emo. i miss my partner) come over (cat's pajamas) stuck (scene queen) nerima (raspberry pie) never me (penelope) beirut (rob blivion) rule #34 (fish in a birdcage) bourgeoisieses (conan grey) milk town/mr carter (nep) doppelganger - lullaby (ethan bortnick) my baby loves to dance (kenya grace) horror night (starcourt) (@delta-orionis, you will like this one)

some from last week that i forgor to note down: tiny human (elohim), some type of skin (aurora), chukotka (otyken), training season (dua lipa, chloe caillet mix), georgian spirit (equbeats), online (twrp), someone else (kenya grace)

aaaand formentera/formentera ii again.

podcasts: wtyp on the francis scott key bridge collapse, and jim gordon must die podcast of all time

reading: i started reading 'bunny' by mona awad because it came up as a recommendation in libby when i was returning mdzs. i am going to be valiant and give it one more chapter but i do not like it. it feels like its trying very hard to emulate a certain type of vibe that i already don't find super appealing in fiction so the trying-vibe of it makes it even more uninteresting to me. the premise is a girl at a mfa program in nebulous New England Private Liberal Arts School(tm) which like, fine, dark academia or whatever; there are four (five?? i literally cannot remember which, lol) other girls in her cohort who are a weird clique and call each other 'bunny' and are rich and sheltered but harboring a Dark Secret Club. sure. the first few chapters ooze 'not like other girls'-ism, the 'bunny' characters themselves feel flat and like caricatures in an unappealing way, main character's other friend ava also is a caricature in a boring way, just very uninspiring. like i said i will give it another chapter or two but if it continues to bore me i will return it.

i finished the scum villain extras! very charming.

watching: keeping up to date with dunmeshi, yay, and also been continuing to watch endeavor with a friend. it's good! i love a mystery show! it is impossible to watch without subtitles though because they are So British. relatedly i am going to terf island for two weeks in june (london and then edinburgh) so if you know any recs for food, places, etc i am all ears!

playing: this weekend was going to be 3 dnd games in a row ... then monday was postponed to next monday ... but my sunday group, which is normally every other week, has decided to play next sunday as well bc we skipped a few weeks ... so Next weekend is the 3 day dnd combo lmfao. i don't mind too bad.

making: pottery!!! some bisque came out and i am soooo chuffed (<- endeaver tv show britishism rubbing off on me) this will be its own post with more images because i want to @ the inspiring artist, jbbartram-illu on tumblr (shop); i am obsessed with the cave painting mugs from a few months ago that immediately sold out so i was like fuck it i wanna make my own. and i am obsessed with my lil fat horses. i put amaco ancient jasper on the inside and just a matte clear on the outside. hopefully it is matte enough. i also put little hands on the handles and now i want to make some more cave painting mugs that are just the hands, i could cut out some templates to sponge underglaze around maybe...

my beautiful cracked-the-code bowls and two maybe teacups, post-trimming:

and also trying a new glaze technique: bisqued underglaze and then liquid latex over top! that way you can slather a background on and just peel it off after without painting around the details. im ngl peeling off the latex was soooo satisfying. background is laguna celadon froth.

i've also glazed my citrus juicer, just a plain warm yellow color, looking forward to that :3

glaze: mother's day gift (planter, it's. fine. idk. she'll like it i hope), and also some fixed stuff! didn't bother taking pics, the black eye bowl from feb 6 tuesdaypost is now food safe on the inside because i sanded down the kiln medium bit that got stuck in there and re-glazed it. i also tried to fix the bowl from march 12 tuesdaypost by just lightly sanding the inside and slapping some laguna celadon froth over it...it looks exactly the same now, just with some sort of float-like blue splotches lol. no pictures of it but eh. might give it away, we'll see.

eating: Spicy Clam Pasta With Bacon, Peas and Basil Recipe (NYT): tasty. idk about 'spicy' but definitely yummy.

misc: definitely in a weird spot brain-wise...the anxiety and tummyache link/feedback loop is very real for me now, so i am going back on an extremely low dose of ssri about it, and even though i have been on this med before in much larger amount i am still experiencing aaa about it. i keep going between "going back on this is a good idea" and "or i could just keep taking ~10mg of cbd every other day bc that felt like it was doing something, even if it was just placebo i had a noticeable difference in mood" so like. bluh. idk. i wish i could just Know what the best course of action is instead of having to fuck around and find out. such is life. i am literally taking the world's babiest dose rn (breaking the starter pill in half) so it will be fine. as long as i dont get bad side effects im willing to do a few weeks on it and see what happens.

#tuesdayposting

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lieutenant-amuel · 2 years ago

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Inspired by our convo but are there any Crazy EXGF songs that remind you of Avatar: Last Airbender characters? Or if its tough cuz those songs are so hilariously inappropriate and atla is more serious, how do you think the Avatar characters would interact with Eoa characters and maybe your ocs?

Yayyy, thank you for the ask! I’ll try to answer both of these questions.

CEG Songs and ATLA Characters:

I’m The Villain In My Own Story - Katara, because it’s me with blood bending again, yeah

After Everything I’ve Done For You (That You Didn’t Ask For) - Azula, I don’t know it just reminds me of that last scene between her and Ozai XD

You Go First - Katara and Toph in the Runaway XD

Get Your Ass Out Of My House - Ozai to Zuko

I Hate Everything But You - Zuko to Mai

Man Nap - Aang sort of? When the guys tried to put him to sleep before the battle with the Fire Nation

Face Your Fears - Iroh to Zuko

What’ll It Be - Zuko

You Stupid Bitch - also Zuko, I think?

Dream Ghost - the previous avatars to Aang XD

Friendtopia - the Gaang? (oh, or Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee)

Remember That We Suffered - Hama to Katara

This Session Is Gonna Be Different - Iroh to Zuko, specifically in season 2 when Iroh opened the tea shop (not “session” obviously but I think it fits them in the sense that Iroh hopes Zuko will finally find the right way)

And I’m A Good Person, of course, for redeemed Azula as you said XD

Those are the only ones I can think about now, but I’d love to hear your ideas if you have any 👀

The ATLA & EoA Characters:

Alright, this question is harder actually XD

The first thing I’ll say is that Gabe and Sokka are 100% besties, I want my boys to be friends. To be more serious, though, they do have some things in common, so I think they’d actually get along, not because I’m biased :’) They’re both warriors who want to protect their loved ones and prove their worth, so they’ll find the common ground for sure.

I think Mateo and Aang would have an interesting dynamic, too, given the fact all wizards have been banished from Avalor during Shuriki’s reign and Mateo was basically the only wizard in his kingdom, plus he’s self-taught, whereas Aang is the last airbender (just imagine Mateo going to the astral to communicate with the Maruvian wizards like Aang can communicate with the avatars (well, Mateo can summon spirit guides from the spirit world, but okay, this is not really the same thing))

Zuko and Esteban are quite similar, but I don’t think they’d get along very well, rather be annoyed with each other, because they’ve both got a temper XD But Francisco and Iroh would definitely become friends, I tell you.

I still haven’t said anything about Elena, but I think she’d have a nice relationship with Katara, given how caring and people-oriented they both are. Plus, Katara is a self-taught waterbender, whereas Elena gets a hang of using her scepter (mostly in season 1, but yeah) and they both have forgiveness issues akjsndkfk

The ATLA Characters & My OCs :3 (thank you for putting them in your ask <3)

I can write the whole novel about Valerio now XD At first, Valerio would get along with Iroh. Both are wise, understanding, supportive and Valerio loves tea. But once he meets his nephew, he realizes that he sees himself in Zuko in many ways and wants to guide him in the right direction, which also helps him to look at his own path from a different perspective.

Valerio is interesting (pfffffft) because on the surface he does seem like a grounded person (in the sense he seems to have everything under control and not really have any personal life problems), but he’s damaged deep inside and has many unresolved issues that gnaw at him and don’t let him live the life the way he’d like to, so I think he would make a good company for Iroh and Zuko.

As for my other characters, Frida would get along with Katara for sure and Ángel with Sokka and surprisingly Ty Lee (after “redemption”) because they’re actually quite similar.

Matías also needs a friend but I can’t think of anyone aljsndkfk

I’ll stop here, but if I get more ideas, I’ll share them with you! And again, I’m really excited to know whether you got anything 👀

Thank you again!

#Ask me anything #My OCs

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firstaidspray · 2 years ago

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So I'm thinking of making more, if not all, Veep characters in the sims since I already put Kent and Nonia in the same world as Sidney and Lydia. It'll be fun!! But it will need to follow my au that basically redacts s6 and s7 of the show and makes it happier.

Selina wins the house vote in her run for president- yayyy!! Tom James is her veep, as she initially planned. All the staff stay on- Amy, Dan, Ben, Kent, Richard, Nonia (in my verse ofc), Sue, Mike, and obviously Gary. Of course some show typical shenanigans go on, including Selina crashing a wedding (based on an ask about Nonia lol), her on and off friends w benefits thing with Tom, and Amy/Dan becomes more serious, especially after the abortion (which remains in the story). Although she knows Dan won't ever truly mature, Amy tries her hardest to make it work with him. He also tries. Yet to see if it goes well.

Re-election season comes around and there's the same kind of campaign things that go on in the first parts of s7, including the trips to Iowa- Richard still becomes mayor of Lurlene and Dan his chief of staff and the whole Sidney incident occurs, because it has to for Lydia and Sidney to meet. However, just like in the show, Richard is promoted. Dan continues to work for him.

There is no fallout with Selina and Amy or any other staffers, so there's no nonsense with Jonah's campaign interfering. Selina still has Tom so she never resorts to Jonah, nor does Amy. He loses, as he should. The Meyer administration continues on as usual. Selina never has to bargain with Buddy Calhoun and ban gay marriage so its all good on that front, as are Catherine and Marjorie. Andrew dies still fuck that idiot.

My main focuses are of course on Kent/Nonia and Sidney/Lydia. Kent and Nonia continue their work in the White House as well as their relationship. Sidney and Lydia end up forming a fashion designer company with Lydia as the head designer and a model, they call it simply call it "falco." in that exact stylization.

That's about all I have to say on it now, but there will be updates and such esp on the oc/canon front. I just wanted to establish my ideal version of the series that I want my stories to take place in.

#kiki's veep au

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wonustars · 3 months ago

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ooh for the ask game! 4, 8, 14, 16 and 22 pls! :) i'm so sorry if this is too many lol

yayyy oki anon thank u hehe and dw it’s not too many 😊💗!!

4. What is your favorite genre/trope of fanfic to read?

hmmmm this is kind of hard because i don’t usually read based off tropes but more off the summary 🤔 but if there’s one trope i get excited to see it’s def perv!any member heheh. i also never skip enemies to lovers either hehe and best friends to lovers.

8. If you could rewrite one thing you have written, what would it be?

omg this is hard cuz i really would say most of my fics i want to rewrite 😭 if i could choose it just one it would probably be “Seungcheol’s Letters” i genuinely don’t know how it has 3k notes because every-time i re read it i have to stop after a few minutes because there’s a lot of mistakes in the second person narrative like reading it back made me cringe 😿 also the plot progression and main conflict is ass i’m ngl 🔥 i fear im my worst critic lol but i think its nice how people still love to read it 🥹💗 if i had the time i would def rewrite a better version of it hehe :p.

sorry for the Seungcheol's Letters slander i geinunely cringe reading it now and i remember i felt rushed writing it because it was my first really long fic on my blog. i wanna go back and develop the plot more as well as give the characters more life.

14. What are your top 3 favorite fanfics?

my darling anon… this is such a hard question 😭😭 i have so many 3 is too little but ill try my best hehe:

1. okay first of all, if there’s is one must read svt fic on tumblr its definitely this one which i’ve read multiple times now lol:

Pathetic Series by @leejihoonownsmyheart

2. this series actually had a choke hold on me and i finished most of it in one day bc im a binge reader hehe and I LOVE V, she is so lovely mwah mwah mwah 💞:

City Lights Series by @hannieween

the second season is also AMAZING: Lights Out Series

3. last but not least… in true wonustars fashion, my fav wonu fic of all time:

Her by @chocosvt

16. Post a line from one of your works.

well for any Do You Remember the Time enjoyers…

i forgot how much i actly like a few of the lines in this fic hehe.

22. What is a line from a fanfic you have read that has stuck with you?

wow this one is actually hard considering i’ve read so many 😭😭 i fear it may have been from a yaoi on ao3 and not on tumby lol

honestly a really good jeongcheol fic and i loved reading it so much. it’s called A Cure for Addiction by: Cruel_Cupid on ao3!

thanks for sending an ask anon!! i may be more inclined to do these games in the future hehe it’s so fun :3 💗

#wonustars ✧ ﾟ. {asks}#wonustars ✧ ﾟ. {ask game}

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HEYHEYHEY SIGMA IYAAA I JUST FINSIHED MY WORK SO HERES MY OFFICAL DAILY UPDATEEEEE 😈‼️HOW WAS UR DAY SIGMA?? IM PRETTYYY SURE ITS LIKE 8AM RN WHERE UR AT SO RISE AND GRINDDD YK THE DRILL 🙏🔥🐺

ANYWAY HERES THE DAILY YAP

ARNRBEBEBHRBEBEJEBE I HATEEEEE MY ENGLISH REACHER SO MUCH BECAUSE TELL ME WHY I CHECKED MY GRADE AND SEE THAT IM LITERALLY FAILING ENGLISH?? SO I CHECKED TO SEE WHY I WAS FAILING.. NO MISSINF ASSIGMENTS.. As IN ALL MY WORK… WHY AM I FAILING??? I TRIED TO CHECK IN WITH MY GRADEBOOK AND IT DIDNT HAVE A FREAKING REASON RAJHHHH WHY AM I FAILING IF THERE IS NOTHING TO FAIL ME FOR?? I SWEAR SHES JUST MESSING WITH MY GRADE CUS SHE HATES ME.. SHES ALWAYS TARGETING ME IN CLASS TOOO ARHRHRHEBEJEHEH AND I HAVE HER TMRW. UGHHHH IM GONNA START TWEAKINGGGG I HATEEE ENGLISH SMMM SOMEONE GET ME OUTTTTTT… I NEED A BREAK FROM SCHOOL CUS IM ALWAYS SO TIRED AND ITS LITERALLY SO DRAINING BUT IF I GO TO THE COUNSELOR SHES GONNA TRY TO GET ME TO GET A DIAGNOSIS FOR SOMETHING ☹️☹️ AND ALSO I DONT WANT TO MISS CLASS SINCE I WANNA LOCK IN BUT LIKE.. ARGHHH SCHOOL IS SERIOUSLY KILLING MEEEE… NOT MY MOST SIGMA MOMENT RN.. JENENEJEJEBEB ANSWER I LOST MY STUDENT ID… BUT I HOPE UR SKIBIDI BC IF UR SKIBIDI THEN I CAN BASK IN YOUR ALPHANESS (or whatever the saying is) 😈🐺‼️BUT TRUSTTTT NEXT WEEK IS GONNA BE GOOD SINCE ILL BE MANIFESTINF (by BARKING AT THE MOON 🐺🤫🔥)

ALSO I NEED TO KNOW.. (QOTD⁉️⁉️) WHATS UR FAV MOVIE SERIES (not anime) ‼️‼️

KAYKAY HAVE A SKIBIDI ALPHA RIZZLER DAY 😈 BYE LOVE YOU SIGMA ALPHA 🙂‍↕️😘

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HI ALPHA!!🐺🐺

YAYYY i love to see you on ur school grind😈😈🙌🙌 ITS 7:29PM RN!!! sorry for the late reply i was on my sjap grind😓 i think ur sleeping now alpha but when u wake up this will be answered 😈🐺 LETS GET INTO IT

istg ur english teacher is an OPP😒 it would’ve been on sight for her bc WHY IS SHE FAILING YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO MISSING ASSIGNMENTS HELLO?? FOR NO REASON TOO? diabolical work. if this keeps on happening you should def talk to a higher up bc this happened to me in senior year. my eng teacher (who was the head of the department) was like BARELY passing me but the year before that my OTHER english teacher (also was the head of department but she retired that year) had me at the top of her class EVEN AT THE TOP OF THE YEAR LEVEL. like i literally got top of english that year but then when this other teacher came i failed my first assignment like what? istg they mark off of favouritism bc some of the shit i read from my peers that were supposedly marked higher than me was so ass like i’m sorry. but i don’t want that to happen to u so if it continues to happen pls talk to somebody abt it bc it’s actually unfair😭 if they get try to diagnose u with something just know it’ll be 100% sigma😈 you got this!! #lockin!! make the school ur omega🙂‍↕️🐺 I BELIEVE IN YOU!! i always feel skibidi after i read ur asks so i am skibidi rn which means UR skibidi🫵🫵 HELP NOT THE BARKING AT THE MOON😭 but yes i will also manifest that for u too <3

QOTD ANSWER‼️ hmm my favourite movie series would have to be wait i just looked at netflix i can’t choose just one SO I WILL GIVE U MY TOP 5!!

- alice in borderland (the wait for season 2 WAS SO EXCRUCIATING but so worth it)

- how to get away with murder (SO SO GOOD!!)

- brooklyn nine-nine! (it has a special place in my heart and such a funny show jake peralta i love you)

- pretty little liars (started watching it at the ripe age of 10 and fell in love with it, i revisit it often)

- AND YOU!! (just seasons 1 through 3 bc season 4 was ass lowkey didn’t even finish it😭)

also i want to watch suits but im gonna watch it after i finish bsd :3

TY FOR THIS ALPHA!! TELL ME UR FAVOURITES IN THE NEXT CHECK IN!! I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY WHEN U SEE THIS AND REMEMBER TO MAKE SCHOOL UR OMEGA😈😈 ILY <333

#៵ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆ 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓵 #🐺 daily check in!#🐺 anon

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Hello im LoafyMeat but can call me Loafy and i post about my most recent interest and maybe a random thing from time to time

This is my sona, he is in 3d, i used him in non-fandom drawings

These are the tags i use:

#my art :I recommend checking this one out since my blog is a mess

#duskwell : a hollow knight ttrpg with mausritter mechanics

#oc :just a easy way to find the OClist, no nned to check this one atm

Online Games i play

TF2 and Gmod: these are the ones im play atm, since i knew about TF2 i wanted to play and now that i can(with the lowest resolution posible) is so fun and i dont have to stress about winning (like in OW2) and Gmod is such a wonder to explore community maps and try things from the workshop

Fortnite: right now im not playing that much, but at some point i will play for like 4 seasons and then leave it again

Minecraft: an amazing game that i cant enjoy because i know to much, i will love to forget everything about minecraft and start again a world with the scare and wonder of a new player

Roblox and Ponytown: in these two game i do exactly the same, i join a server, i walk around and interact with people with the least speaking just movement like jumping on their head or hide behind them, i dont play Roblox because i dont have a lot of customization, but i sometimes play Ponytown almost always when im to bored to see more YT videos and to tired to make anything creative

Here are some projects

Duskwell: a ttrpg based in the world of hollow knight, nothing serius just to play with my friends a more easy ttrpg with a world that we already know (working on it)

Frostbitter: a Minecraft server with mods that i will be doing, is kinda of a big idea so is going to take a while (also im open to anyone who want to help me)

Starburn: a project of @bagf1sh that i just did some 3d models of some starships :P, go check her out, she may have another project

List of OC's: im making the list, is a little hard to write down some character cuse they may be a little edgy in the way i explain them, but it doent matter, i will updating the list with more OC that i recall in the moment and, if i have corage, put more details of their story

Future projects

Insects ttrpg: my own ttrpg without the need of using other people lore, right now its just an idea and i want to work on it when i finish duskwell

this pinned post will change over time when I know how to organize it better

Old descriptions

I won't leave this world without screaming and scratching

I would have thrive here when i was little, but it doesn't matter, that little kid still within me, i just need to stop thinking too much and just LIVE

My God i have Social anxiety, fuck

Im very gay and i cant belive it

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 2 years ago

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Bonfire

i wrote some Kensington! Yayyy!!! its a chaos post that got stupid long. enjoy

CWs: minor whumpee, slave whump, noncon use of drugs and alcohol, underage drinking, recovering alcoholic, referenced abuse, beating, a reveal, Bad Choices by Ashley

Masterlist

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Kensington sat criss-cross on the hardwood next to the sliding glass door, staring outside. It was getting warmer outside, almost summer again. Summer had always been his favorite season, despite usually having to work in the heat. He loved the flowers and full trees, the sprinklers watering the soft grass and bees buzzing around him. He loved how it smelled, and how it felt. People were more relaxed and kind.

Grayson had bought him at the tail end of last summer. Which meant that Kensington had lived with him for almost a full year. A year wasn’t really that long, when he thought about it. He’d lived through nearly eighteen of them. But in just one year, Grayson had single handedly ruined his life.

He was missing parts of himself he didn’t think he ever would. He couldn’t see properly. Couldn’t hear. He hurt constantly, was always scared and on edge. The only reprieve he’d gotten was when Grayson went on business trips, like he was right now. But it would end just tomorrow night, and Kensington was scared to death of having to face his master again.

At least he had Ashley. Beautiful, selfless, strong and gentle Ashley. Ever since she’d met him, she’d been nothing but kind. She picked him up when he fell, fed him when he was hungry and held him when he cried. She should be home from work any moment now, and Kensington found himself looking forward to that time every single day. He was definitely looking forward to it now, staring at what he wanted more than anything, but was forbidden from.

What did Grayson gain? What exactly was so exciting to him about tormenting and hurting a pathetic slave? Kensington couldn’t fight back if he wanted to, so what was the point? It had been almost a full year since he’d snuck out his window, and he could count the number of times he’d been out since then on one hand. Just because Grayson knew it hurt him.

Kensington felt his chest get hot with anger. It was new, this ball of rage he carried within himself, but he thought liked it. The only downside was that there was nothing he could do to get it out of his system, so he just kept it deep inside himself, feeding it and keeping it alive.

The only downside, besides having no outlet for his newfound anger, was that it always made him cry. Nothing was stupider than crying when you’re angry, and doing it only made him angrier.

Kensington brushed the tears away with his sleeve, standing and pulling the blinds, hiding the outside world he couldn’t be a part of.

He collapsed on the couch, arm over his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. He couldn’t spend the entire day crying and feeling stupid, it was his last day without Grayson for a while, and it would not be wasted. He took a few more minutes to get a hold of himself before making some pink lemonade (something he’d only started having since Ashley moved in) and putting on a TV show.

He heard her voice before he heard the key in the door. Kensington unconsciously sat up straighter, turning slightly to see the front door open before turning back like he didn’t care.

“No, I’d love to come, but you don’t get it,” Ashley was saying. She closed the door and went to drop her bag on the counter, shucking off her jacket. She waved at Kensington, who shyly waved back. “Daniella, please, I told you... It’s personal! I don’t have to --” she looked at the ceiling, annoyed. “Whatever. I’ll talk to you later… Yeah. Okay, I’ll let you know… Mm-hmm. Bye.” She put her phone face-down on the counter and groaned.

Kensington paused the show, screen frozen on a bloodied knife in the air, ready to come down again. “What’s wrong?”

Ashley rolled her eyes, filling up her water bottle. “Ugh. Some of my friends from before want me to come to a bonfire. And it’s not like I don’t want to go, I just don’t want to put myself in that environment, you know?”

He knew. Ashley had started being very open with him about her alcohol addiction, since no one else in her family cared to listen to her. He liked being trusted like that.

“But they really want me to go, since I’ve been ‘MIA’,” she punctuated the word with air-quotes, pausing to take a drink. “It’s the first bonfire of the season, too, so everyone’s like, psyched.” She collapsed on the couch next to Kensington, putting her feet on the coffee table. “I don’t know.”

“Sorry,” Kensington said, not sure what else he could say. He didn’t know anything about bonfires or addiction or friends. He was a shut-in essentially, with no experience in life and no advice to give. “I wish I could help.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I want to go, I just don’t trust myself to go alone. If I had someone who knew and could go with me…”

She trailed off and then looked to Kensington, eyes bright.

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

Ashley smiled. “You wanna come?”

Kensington laughed. “Yeah, right.” Ashley didn’t laugh. He felt his face drop. “Wait are you serious?”

She shrugged. “Why not? You can come and keep me sober, meet my friends, get out for once! And Gray’s gone until tomorrow. It’s perfect!”

Nerves bundled up in his chest and he squirmed in his seat. “I don’t know, Ashley…”

“Come on! It’ll be so much fun, Kensi! Don’t you wanna go out for once?”

Kensington sighed. “I’m not allowed to go in the backyard, much less leave the house and go -- where?”

“Lake Millercroft. Just fifteen miles outside of town.” Kensington opened his mouth, but Ashley spoke first. “Hear me out. When will you get to do this again? Grayson will never know. I won’t say anything. And who knows when he’ll let you out of the house. I mean, like you said, he doesn’t like you in the backyard! Don’t you miss it?”

He missed it more than anything. Almost more than the parts of him that were taken. Ashley couldn’t possibly understand how much he missed just existing in a space that wasn’t this stupid house.

And really… how would Grayson know? He didn’t associate with Ashley’s friends, Ashley wouldn’t say, and Kensington definitely wouldn’t say. There was no telling when he’d get another chance. If he’d ever get another chance.

So, tentatively, he nodded.

Ashley squealed, throwing her arms around him. “Oh yes! Thank you thank you Kensington!” She stood up, the hug going by so quickly Kensington could hardly enjoy it. “Oh, I’m gonna call Daniella back, she’ll be so excited! This will be so fun!”

Kensington listened to the conversation for just a few seconds before turning back to the TV and resuming his show. He tried to be just as excited as Ashley, but he couldn’t ignore the anxiety building in his stomach.

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The light of the bonfire shone all the way at the end of the road, cars parked along it and up to the beach. Some red taillights illuminated the incoming darkness, other partiers arriving a little late like they did.

Ashley’s entire face was lit up, glowing red as she pulled to the side and turned off the car. “There’s more people than I thought, but that’s okay, right?”

Kensington felt his stomach flip. “I guess.” Several smaller fires dotted the shoreline, groups laughing with drinks in hand. But the big crowd was by the big bonfire, the headliner.

There certainly were a lot of people there. Ashley made it sound like a small thing, just a few close friends. There were at least thirty people on the beach, with more cars pulling in behind them. He already felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“Hey.” He looked back to Ashley. “It’ll be okay.”

Kensington swallowed. He met her eyes. He wanted to get lost in them. “What if…” he lowered his voice. “They’ll be able to tell.”

“Tell what?” she whispered back.

“Tell that… what I am. They’ll be able to tell.” He gestured to the barcode printed on the back of his left hand, and then to his missing finger, missing ear, heavy scars, and left over bruises. Even though he wasn’t wearing his collar like he was supposed to when he left the house… They’ll know. And there’s no telling how they’ll treat him because of it.

“I’ll look out for you.” She reached over the center console and took Kensington’s ruined hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. “We’ll look out for each other, yeah? I got your back, you got mine.”

He stared down at her hand, her perfect, smooth, manicured hand, holding his scarred and disfigured one. She could do this. She always did things like this. Kensington used to be able to do this. He used to be able to leave the house, to talk to whoever he wanted, to feel like he might be able to belong.

He wasn’t like that anymore.

But Ashley was so excited, and she needed him to keep her sober, to watch out for her. So, despite the anxiety and nerves taking over him, he nodded.

Ashley smiled at him, and they both stepped out of the car.

Kensington jammed his hands into his pockets, bracing himself against the breeze. It wasn’t cold yet, but it would be later in the night. Hopefully Ashley wouldn’t want to stay super long…

“Ash!”

A woman with long black hair and a crop top ran towards them, hugging Ashley so hard that Kensington thought she’d cut off her air.

“I’m so glad you made it, I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Ashley pulled away, putting her hands on the woman’s shoulders. She had a belly-button piercing. “I know, it’s been too long! I’ve missed you so much.”

Kensington took his hands out of his pocket and fiddled with the sleeves of his flannel, pulling it down over his barcode. The woman noticed him and gave a little tilt of her head.

“Oh.” Ashley stepped away, putting a hand on Kensington’s shoulder. “Daniella, this is Kensington.”

Daniella narrowed her eyes. “Are you just bringing underage boys to parties now, Ash?”

Ashley rolled her eyes as Kensington’s face burned. He looked towards the fire instead, watching as the group around it grew.

“He’s my cousin, freak. Don’t be weird. This is Kensi. He’s visiting and Gray’s out of town so I figured why not?”

Kensington tried not to seem surprised as he looked back at Ashley. Cousin? Like… she’s claiming him as family? He felt his eyes widen before Daniella shrugged, accepting it.

“Whatever. Hey, Kensi, want a beer? Ash?”

“He’s underage, Dani. You literally just said that.” Daniella shrugged again, backing up toward a cooler half-buried in the sand and taking out two cans of beer. “So?”

“His parents would kill me if they knew I let him drink. And I’m driving so none for me either.”

“Alright.”

And that was it. Daniella and Ashley started the walk towards the bonfire, Kensington uncomfortably trailing behind them.

Ashley wanted Kensington there to keep her sober. She’d already done a fine job deflecting a drink that was handed to her. What else did he need to be there for? Kensington didn’t really know how it all worked, but wouldn’t she be good now?

He stood next to Ashley by the bonfire, shivering as another breeze went by.

Ashley quickly busied herself, screaming in excitement while seeing other friends, deflecting questions left and right about where she’d been and why she hadn’t been answering their calls and who was that teenager she brought with her?

Kensington just awkwardly smiled when he was referred to, keeping his sleeve down over his hand. His hair over his ear. His left side to the group.

How did he used to be comfortable with all this? How did he used to talk to people and feel safe in groups?

There were too many people surrounding him by the bonfire, too many eyes and whispers behind cupped hands. They knew. They all knew what he was and what had been done to him and he did not want to be there anymore.

He wanted to go home and enjoy his last night without Grayson for a while. He wanted to watch TV and build LEGOS and enjoy himself without looking over his shoulder in fear the entire time. He wanted to be comfortable and safe for once in his life.

Suddenly the air was too thin. The bodies and the smoke and the smell of alcohol were choking him and he needed to breathe but he couldn’t. It was too full here, too suffocating. He looked for Ashley but it seemed like she had gotten swallowed by the crowd, and he didn’t want to bring attention to himself by calling out for her.

Kensington gently pushed his way through the crowd -- well over a hundred people -- and walked away as fast as he could without drawing suspicion.

It was much colder now, the breeze stronger, but it didn’t matter. He just needed a moment to himself, and for once he could actually step away -- outside -- to have it.

Alone, Kensington turned his back to the fire and stared out at the lake. He took a deep breath in and allowed himself to revel in the feeling of being outside again. The cool night air carrying the smell of the lake and the fire. The movement of the sand and rocks under his shoes. The gentle waves of the lake-water lapping at the shore in the wind. They were all things Kensington had missed, things he hadn’t seen in months or years. He knew he missed it, but he didn’t know how much until he was able to be there again.

Warm tears made their way down his face. Kensington closed his eyes, letting the wind dry them. The sounds of the party faded away, and he let himself bathe in this moment, a moment he would surely never get to feel again, for as long as possible.

A particularly loud shout snapped him out of it, blinking away the tears and turning towards the bonfire again. It seemed a group of girls had taken off their tops, showing off their bras to the entire party. Kensington found himself searching for Ashley in the group and shamefully turned his face back to the lake, wiping his tears. Ashley clearly didn’t want him thinking about her that way. He wouldn’t want anyone thinking about him that way either.

“Hey!”

A ring of men in their twenties at a smaller nearby fire called out. Kensington looked around himself, seeing no one, and looked back.

“Yeah you! Curly! Come here!”

He glanced at the bonfire crowd briefly, but didn’t see Ashley. And if she was one of the ones who took their tops off, then he wouldn’t see her. He wouldn’t betray her trust like that. He trudged through the sand to the campfire.

A man with tanned skin and a backwards cap greeted him. “Hey man. You come here with someone?”

Kensington nodded.

Another man spoke. “Someone brought their little brother? What are you, like thirteen?”

“Seventeen,” Kensington answered automatically.

The last man, a blonde in a hoodie with some word Kensington couldn’t read on it, spoke. “What’s your name?”

Kensington shoved his hands in his pockets. “Kensi.”

“That’s a girl’s name, bro,” the blonde said. “I’m Ethan. This is Mike and Teddy.” He pointed to the second, then first man. They each nodded as their names were said. “You want a beer?” Ethan reached down into a cooler before Kensington even answered.

“Oh, I’m -- I’m okay. I don’t really drink --” A cold can was thrust into his hand. Kensington swallowed. “I’m not allowed…”

“Oh come on, Kensi,” Teddy said, taking a drink. “Mommy’s not here tonight. Don’t be a pussy.”

“Yeah, man,” Mike contributed. “Let loose. Here.” He took the can from Kensington’s grasp and opened it. “Drink.”

He stared openly at the three men before him. They didn’t know he was a slave. They couldn’t have. They were just doing it because he was young and alone -- just because they could. And that scared Kensington more than he could process at that moment.

With a shaking hand, he drank.

“No, dude,” Ethan said. He tipped the can back towards Kensington’s lips. “Drink.”

Kensington choked and coughed on the bitter taste, but Ethan didn’t let go. His chest tightened, lungs burning as he downed nearly the entire can before he finally let go. Kensington keeled over, coughing and gasping for air. The men laughed.

“Never chugged a beer before?”

“Aww are you okay, baby?”

He straightened himself out, gulping in the cool night air. It wasn’t nearly as comforting as it had been a few minutes ago.

“You’ll live,” Teddy laughed, patting him on the back. “Here.” Another can was thrust into his hand.

Kensington felt tears prick his eyes, but he did his best to push them away. He did not want to know what they’d do if he cried. How many more times would they make him drink? He couldn’t even think about it before it was once again raised to his mouth and kept there, forcing him to once again drink the entire can. Kensington choked, spilling it over his shirt, and keeling over again, trying not to vomit. His stomach rolled dangerously.

“Here, I got something real good for ya.” Kensington looked up to see Mike pulling a plastic baggie from his pocket. He removed what looked like a crumpled cigarette from the bag, smirking at Kensington. “I’m assuming you’ve never had one of these?”

“What is it?” Kensington asked, wiping his mouth. He glanced back at the bonfire group, body tensing as he thought about running. Unfortunately the men must’ve thought the same thing, as Ethan and Teddy each put a heavy hand on his shoulders.

Where is Ashley?

“Don’t tell me you’ve never even seen a joint?” Teddy laughed.

Mike lit it up and took a drag, face relaxing. “Take a hit.”

Ashley please I want to go home.

His head was already starting to buzz from the alcohol -- the first taste of it he’d ever had. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was being offered, but he had a pretty good idea and wanted none of it. Not if it would only make him feel worse. He hunched his shoulders, crossing his arms and looking away. “No.”

He could almost physically feel the mood around him change. They dropped the harmless facade almost immediately and leaned into the cruelty they were pathetically trying to mask.

The hands on his shoulders slid to his arms, and wrenched them behind him, leaving him bare and vulnerable for anything they wanted to do. His breath visibly hitched, panic sparking in his chest. He tried to pull his arms back, but they were much stronger than him. He was trapped.

Kensington prayed they wouldn’t see his barcode. These were people who couldn’t know he was a slave, no matter what. If they were willing to treat him like this if they thought he was free, who knew what they would do if they knew…

Teddy stepped forward, invading what little space Kensington had. “Take. A. Hit,” he ordered. The smell of the joint was already giving him a headache. “Now.”

With a quick glance around, trying desperately to catch the eye of someone -- anyone -- to help him and coming up with nothing, Kensington accepted his fate.

He immediately fell into a coughing fit, trying to wrench his head away. The feeling of smoke in his lungs was severely unwelcome and he needed it out. As soon as Teddy took it away and the tears in his vision cleared, Kensington felt the high coming on.

He needed to get away from them. Now. The feeling in his chest and his head were awful and made him feel like he needed to throw up or lay down. Or both. He didn’t know how far they were planning to take their fun, but he did not want to find out.

The joint was shoved in his face again. “Here, take another.”

Kensington shook his head. “Please… please let me go. I … I don’t like this…”

The men laughed.

“Aww you don’t like it?” Ethan asked.

“Guess we gotta let him go boys.”

“See ya have a good rest of your night!”

Teddy took a hit, exhaling slowly and letting his eyes slip closed. “Kensi. Kensi, Kensi,

Kensi.” He opened his eyes again, staring Kensington down. “You’re with us now, kid. Buckle up for the night, because you’re just not leaving.”

The backhand took him completely by surprise. His head whipped to the side, shoulders hunching. He would’ve fallen to the ground save for the men holding him up.

“Pussy,” Teddy said. He punctuated it by spitting in Kensington’s face and laughing like an idiot.

The fear in Kensington’s chest grew.

And so did his anger.

These men thought they were the scariest thing that had happened to Kensington. They thought that they held all the power in the world, that he would go home and think about this night for years to come, terrified that he could come across them again. Every day in Kensington’s life was like this. Someone else always held his life in their hands, and they never once cared about it.

He’s not with them. He’s leaving.

Kensington geared back and rammed his shoulder into Ethan’s gut, making him lose his grip enough for Kensington to slip out. He spun around and tried to wrench his left arm away from Mike, slipping away just a little bit before Teddy hit him again. He hit the sand, one arm still wrenched away from his body. The pain broke through the worsening fog in his brain, and Kensington cried out.

“Shut up!” Teddy hissed, kicking him. Kensington’s chest flared in pain.

“No way,” Mike said, tightening his grip on Kensington’s arm.

His stomach dropped, rage completely disappearing, and fear replacing it all.

“This kid’s a slave.”

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She said no. She said no. Ashley was reeling. She had been faced with the choice between taking a drink and rejecting it and she. Said. No.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she was thinking going to the party. She had no idea if she was strong enough to actually stand her ground when faced with alcohol. A large part of going was just to test herself, to see if she actually could do it. And she did. For the first time ever!

And now she had to leave. The pressure was still weighing on her, the need to drink was making her almost shake. No, she was shaking. She had to get out of there.

But first she had to find Kensington.

Where was he? He’d been right next to her the entire night, hadn’t he? Right up until she’d been offered the drink only a few minutes ago… Right?

Truthfully, she didn’t actually invite him to keep her sober. She just wanted to get him out of that house. Grayson was on some crazy power trip with that kid, and Ashley didn’t like it one bit. Kensington was so sweet and adorable and didn’t deserve a single thing her psycho brother did to him.

“Hey, Daniella.” Ashley tapped her friend on the shoulder. “You seen Kensington?” Daniella was wasted. She could barely focus her eyes on Ashley. Some guy was basically holding her up and Ashley judgmentally looked him up and down. He didn’t look totally sober either. “I seen what?”

“Kensi. My cousin, or step-brother or whatever. The kid I brought.”

“Yo, blonde? Curly?” the dude asked. His words were slurred.

Ashley narrowed her eyes. “Yes?”

“I saw him… near the parking lot.” He smiled creepily, giving Ashley a look she couldn’t really decipher.

Ashley glanced over to the parking lot, but didn’t see anyone that looked like Kensington. “Thanks,” she muttered. Before she left, she made deliberate eye contact with Daniella and made the hand sign they’ve had for years. Something that said Are you safe? Do you need help?

Daniella smiled and responded with another sign. I’m fine. I feel okay.

Still, Ashley asked another one of their friends to please keep an eye on her before she went on her search for Kensington by the parking lot.

The lot was deserted of people, save for a few couples getting busy in their cars. She looked at the edge of the woods that broke into the clearing used as a parking lot.

“Kensi?” she called quietly. “Kensington?”

Was he waiting for her by her car? She really hoped so. Where did she park?

Ashley shivered in her thin jacket, wrapping her arms around herself. “Kensi? Come on, let’s go home. Where are you?” Was he even wearing a jacket?

What the hell was she thinking bringing him there? The kid hadn’t been outside in months or something and the first place she brought him was some beach bonfire that got crashed by like two colleges? What was wrong with her? She swore that being sober made her stupider.

“Kensington?”

Where was her car?!

Oh her keys. She dug through her bag and pressed the key fob, looking for the lights. Her car wasn’t nearly as far as she thought it was, and she doubled back to it.

“Kensington? Are you here?” Beyond the sounds of the woods and the bonfire and one car that was getting particularly steamy, Ashley heard a small voice.

“Kensi?”

Next to the driver’s door of her car was a form nearly concealed in the darkness. Ashley exhaled in relief, running to him.

“Kensington you scared the ever loving-- … Kensington?”

Ashley fumbled for her phone, turning on the flashlight. She gasped in horror, falling to her knees beside him.

Kensington was bleeding. Blood ran down from his hairline, covering his face. He cradled his left arm protectively, shying away from Ashley and the light. He was crying, shoulders shaking as he tried to hide his face.

“Oh gosh, Kensington…” she reached out for him, but he flinched away, sobbing. Her heart broke. “It’s me, Kensi. It’s Ashley. I won’t hurt you.” She gently rested a hand on his shoulder. He flinched again, but glanced up at her with tear-filled eyes.

Ashley nearly lost her balance as Kensington flung himself at her, wrapping his arm around her while keeping the other one tightly to himself. He buried his face into her shoulder, sobbing.

She could feel her shirt soaking through and prayed it was with tears. She put her hand on Kensington’s back, rubbing circles.

“Okay. You’re okay. I’m so sorry, but I have you now. You’re okay now.”

“I want to go home, Ashley,” he mumbled into her shoulder. He stank of weed and booze, his words slurred. “Please take me home. I don’t like it here.”

Ashley nodded, guilt crashing over her in waves. She nodded, standing up slowly with Kensington’s weight on her shoulder. She was careful to be gentle with his apparently injured arm. His face rolled on her shoulder, blood shining in the firelight. She unlocked her car and set him in inside, apologizing when he winced in pain. His ribs must be hurt too.

The car ride home was silent. The natural high Ashley was riding by successfully leaving sober had ended as soon as she found Kensington. How could she let that happen? She’d promised to stay by him, and hadn’t even noticed when he’d disappeared. How long was he alone?

Kensington had his head rested on the window, occasional gasps of pain when the car jolted escaping him. Ashley tried to drive smoothly.

“I’m so sorry, Kensi,” Ashley forced out.

He didn’t answer, head turned against the window. Ashley hoped he fell asleep.

Then: “Why did you leave me alone? I only went to be with you, Ashley.”

Ashley’s heart broke all over again.

They pulled up to the house just before midnight. Kensington really was half asleep by the time they got there, eyes drooping and red.

“Come on, Kensi,” Ashley whispered, reaching over and unbuckling his seatbelt. He blinked at her blearily. “I got you.” She threw his good arm over her shoulder again, hoisting him up. He wasn’t very heavy.

Ashley somehow got her keys and unlocked the front door. Grayson’s dark condo seemed as welcoming as ever, hauling in a drunk and high teenager beside her. He was gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow.

She half-dragged, half-carried him to his ‘room’, letting him down on the cot he called a bed.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered.

Ashley grabbed a glass of water, some ibuprofen, and an extra pillow from the couch before returning.

“Kensington?”

“Hmm?”

“Sit up for me? I have some water for you.” Ashley had to keep a hand behind his back as he drank ravenously. “Okay. Lay on your side okay?” She made a mental note to refill the water and maybe grab a trash can for him before she went to bed. She propped the pillow behind his back to help him stay on his side. There was no telling how he would respond to the drugs and alcohol. She wasn’t taking risks.

“You okay, Kensi?”

He blearily nodded, eyes slipping closed. Ashley pulled his blanket over him. Poor kid.

“I’m really, sorry,” she whispered, pushing back his hair.

“I don’t feel good.”

“I know.”

“I don’t like it here.” His voice broke and tears started falling down his face again, eyes opening and looking at Ashley with despair. “I don’t want Grayson to come home tomorrow.”

Ashley knelt beside him and took his hand. “I know. But you’re okay, Kensington. You’ll be okay.”

He shook his head. “Why do you always say that? You don’t know that. You don’t know what he does.”

Her heart stuttered in her chest, blood running cold. “What does he do?”

Kensington let go of her hand, curling it into a fist and hiding it under his pillow. “I lost my finger because of him,” he muttered.

Ashley’s face got hot.

“And my eye. And my ear. And some teeth. And he cuts me up and locks me away and I hate it.” He was almost shaking with rage. Ashley had never heard him talk like that -- she had no idea he could. Tears fell, hot and fast, as he ground his teeth with anger.

“Oh Kensi…”

“I hate him. I hate him so much. He made my life miserable and I hate my life now and I hate him.”

Ashley didn’t know what to say. Of course he hated her brother. He did all of those horrible things and Ashley didn’t even have any idea. She was living with some sort of sadistic maniac. Kensington was living with a sadistic maniac.

“Don’t tell him I hate him,” Kensington begged, eyes closed.

Ashley pushed his hair back again, pulling the blanket over his shoulder. She would take a look at it in the morning, along with his other cut on his forehead. She’d clean him up then, too. Maybe she should’ve done it tonight.

Either way, tonight she would just let him sleep.

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