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[higekki]

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Alanna Kennedy, reader is Lanni K’s gf and is collecting the panini stickers “I can’t believe I didn’t make the book babe” Jealous Lani girl as you stick all the other players in 🥹

Just purely bc I’m still not over the fact my girl hasn’t got a sticker 💔

panini II a.kennedy

“babe! you here?” you heard the blonde call out as she let herself into your apartment with the key you'd gifted her not too long ago, perking up from your spot on the lounge and pausing the tv calling out a greeting as her footsteps made their way toward you.

“oi! you promised we’d watch that together you snake.” alanna protested with a frown seeing you were catching up on last nights big brother episode.

“did you get them?” you ignored her comment and propped yourself up on your knees eagerly leaning against the back of of the lounge. “oh hi lani how was your day? how are you? how was training? i missed you so much. i love you so much.” your girlfriend mocked as you rolled your eyes.

“alanna did you get them or not!” you huffed as she let out a sigh, reaching into the training bag which was still slung over her shoulder. “don't you alanna me. but of course i did, you only texted me seven reminders today about them.” the blonde chuckled pulling her arm out of her bag holding the packs in hand as your eyes lit up.

“gimme!” you made grabby hands at her as she took a few steps closer. “mmm but you gotta pay for em first babe.” the defender smirked holding them purposefully out of reach and looming over you. “lani!” you groaned as she stretched her arm up higher.

“sorry darlin i don’t work for free.” alanna grinned, tapping her lips expectantly as you looked up at the sticker packs with a frustrated frown.

with another roll of your eyes you leaned up and pecked her lips, whining as she didn’t lower her hand. “what! that’s it? that’s all my hard work is worth to you? a teeny tiny peck?” alanna protested with a shake of her head.

"what hard work? you got these for free off hempo all you had to do was open your bag and she dropped them in!" you laughed shoving at her shoulder.

“well after that comment the price just went up, and i know you can do much better then that babe.” alanna tapped her lips again puckering them as you sighed at her dramatics.

standing up on the lounge so you were closer to her height her hand now darted behind her back still holding the stickers out of reach. one hand on the back of her neck the blonde fell forward a little as you pulled her mouth to meet your own.

you wasted no time taking advantage of her surprise and sliding your tongue into her mouth, a small thud heard as the defender dropped everything in her hands to grab your hips almost yanking you off the lounge entirely as your hands moved to her shoulders to steady yourself.

right as alanna readied herself to whisk you off toward the bedroom you pulled away suddenly with a gentle smack, leaving a tiny trail of spit hanging from the blondes lips which you wiped away with the pad of your thumb.

"consider the debt settled baby." you patted her flushed cheeks lightly with a smug smile, jumping over the back of the lounge and nimbly landing on your feet.

collecting the packets from the floor you hurried back to the lounge and took a seat, swiping your book from where it sat beneath the coffee table and wiggling around to get comfortable as your girlfriend finally pulled her head from the clouds.

"you cannot seriously have just kissed me like that and moved on like it was nothing." the taller girl spoke in bewilderment as you merely shrugged, already tearing off the wrappers as you rifled through the small mountain of panini stickers sat in your lap.

"babe thats just made me so horny." alanna retorted bluntly, dropping herself down onto the lounge beside you as you felt her eyes stare holes into the side of your head. "go take a cold shower then kennedy you're not getting anything anytime soon." you warned, letting out an excited gasp as finally you found a sticker which wasn't a double up.

"you and those fucking little stickers i'll kill caitlin for getting you into them." your girlfriend grumbled with an unhappy scowl, arms crossed as she sank deeper into the cushions. "oh that reminds me! she was after a few of my double ups, when do you play arsenal again?" you pushed your hips up to grab your phone from the back pocket of your sweats.

"lani? did you hear me?" you looked up from your phone with a raised eyebrow, corners of your mouth curling into a smile at the frustrated pout which stared right back at you. "are you seriously giving me the silent treatment because i won't have sex with you right now?" you smiled in amusement as the blonde scoffed.

"no! i'm pissed off that ever since you started collecting those stupid stickers i, your super sexy very loving girlfriend, is treated no differently than merely a piece of furniture." alanna huffed, scowl deepening as your smile widened.

"are you jealous because you didn't get a sticker baby?" you pouted back at her, moving the stickers gently off your lap and moving to climb into hers as her arms remained crossed over her chest.

"no! i don't want to be a shitty panini sticker they're lame as anyway." alanna rolled her eyes but you saw right through it. "you know i have hundreds of double ups lani i could always make you a sticker of your own." you offered, hands massaging at the tension in her shoulders.

"would you?" your girlfriend asked quietly, uncrossing her arms as her hands came to rest on your thighs, features softening. "of course, if you ask me nicely." you grinned, leaning in a little.

"i don't work for free." you mocked her earlier words, tapping your lips as she rolled her eyes but there was a ghost of a smile on her own. "you drive a hard bargain kid." the australian sighed, pulling you even closer with a shake of her head.

"i think you'll find i'm an excellent saleswoman." you closed the gap between you, locking your lips against hers in a kiss that once again quickly became heated and once more you pulled away far too soon for alanna's liking, leaning back with a smirk as she chased your lips.

"i wasn't joking baby, no sex yet. i have stickers to tend to!" you moved off her lap and back to your previous spot, starting to separate your double ups away from the ones you needed to put into your book.

you ignored the many deep and dramatic sighs from the blonde beside you who eventually gave up with a groan and pressed play on the episode you'd been watching before, laying down so her head was resting against your leg as you happily continued with your stickers.

"i can't believe i didn't make the book babe." you glanced down at the footballer whose eyebrows furrowed unhappily, moving them apart with your fingers teasingly and bending down to tenderly kiss her forehead.

"i know love, but you'd make my book any day."

[kikohao]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⋆˙. i'll always be tinkerbell

★ ㅤㅤpairing ; seungcheol x reader ★ ㅤㅤthemes ; doomed love, angst (?), sad ending ★ ㅤㅤsummary ; what do you do when the guy you like doesn't like you back? why're you always the second option? the second lead? ★ ㅤㅤwarnings ; reader is obsessed (?) with cheol, cursing ★ ㅤㅤword count ; 0.4k ★ ㅤㅤtaglist ; @nonononranghaee @abodyhasbeenfound ★ ㅤㅤa/n ; a horrible attempt at writing angst (?) likes and reblogs appreciated <3

Your favourite show when you were a child was Peter Pan. You loved Peter’s and Wendy’s dynamic. Only now do you realize, the show wasn’t all happy.

Why? Because you realize, Tinkerbell has always been there for Peter. And what about Peter? He chose Wendy.

“A broken heart is a small price to pay when you’re not the one who broke it.” Would be an amazing line to represent how shitty you felt. You felt like Tinkerbell.

It all started by igniting a flame, a flame that burned as bright as the sun. And the one who ignited this very flame? Choi Seungcheol.

“Why am I always your second option?” I voiced, only to receive a guilty yet painful expression from him.

“Why is it always her?” I yelled, “What does she have that I don’t?” this time, even louder. Why am I so jealous? It’s not like you were even mine.

“I’m sorry,” Ah, he finally spoke. “I don’t think I can reciprocate your feelings.” He spoke once more, before leaving with a bow. Leaving me there to tend to my own misery.

And, what made this worse? Probably the fact that this wasn’t unrequited love. Unrequited love is when you fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you back – this wasn’t it.

It was doomed love.

Falling in love with someone who’s in love with someone else.

“Cheer up!” affirmed my friend, Lani. “We haven’t got long, I’m pretty sure joining us today will make you forget about him. For fuck’s sake, Y/N, its been months. There’s plenty other fish in the sea, forget about him.”

Silence.

“You still like him, don’t you?”

“He isn’t mine to love.”

“But do you still like him?”

“More than she ever will.”

She placed her hand on my shoulder earning a sigh from me.

It was exhausting. Extremely exhausting. Liking someone, then pretending you don’t is hard. It really is.

Ironic how you loved crushing on Seongcheol. A glance or a simple smile got you weak in the knees. I mean, who could blame you? Man’s majestic as fuck.

But that made you think you had a chance.

But, it hurt. It hurt, going to bed every night. It hurt as if you were stabbed in the heart.

‘Cause you knew.

Knew you could never have him the second you saw him look at her the way you look at him.

“Do you know when you’ll get over him?” Lani asked, turning to me one last time.

I smiled.

I smiled because I knew I’d never get over him.

[jymwahuwu]

lani 😚 what do you think of jing yuan with a catgirl hybrid reader? reader being a pampered lovely cat he wants to buy- bidding the highest price on you to get your master to sell you to him- or maybe reader is a stray cat hybrid, living a hard life and he wants to take you in and give you an easy life. reader doesn’t want to be owned- but jing yuan is too infatuated with you to let you go 🫣

ah wren this is so good!! cuteness overload. i would like to be jing yuan's cat🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🔥

TW: yandere, catgirl hybrid, kidnapping

Catgirl hybrid is a rare species in Xianzhou. A commoner bought you from another planet and brought you back to Xianzhou. Jing Yuan visited you when the owner applied for permission to keep a pet, which was actually just an excuse. He wants to see what you are like.

You are spoiled, thoroughly. Proudly scratche drapes and silks. Look away and don't give that pathetic owner a smile. Back then, you blinked in confusion as the general reached out to stroke your furry's cat ears and tail. The coward frantically searched for topics, wishing the general would stop petting his cat. Jing Yuan had to allow you to leave, even though he didn't want to.

A week later, Jing Yuan still can't get you out of his head - you're like a lingering melody. He visited you again and offered him the highest price. Regardless of whether he agrees or not, the general will take you away.

Or stray cat hybrid? For some reason, a tall white haired man always treats you to delicious expensive canned food and clean water recently. You rejected him, cherishing your freedom despite the hardships of life. Still, there was something in that golden eyes that you couldn't read… One day, you enjoyed the food as usual, but after walking a few steps, you felt a surge of drowsiness overwhelm you. You purr, find a corner, and curl up to sleep.

When you rub your eyes, there is a strange, soft feeling around your neck. Jing Yuan caresses your cheek and gazes at you affectionately.

You're locked up with a pink collar with a heart shaped bell on it.

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I made a fic rec list for all the beautiful works and writers out there so really give them your support okayyyy

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Cupid's Chronicles by @amakumos

All Clear!

Collie's Duty by @filmbyjy

Business Proposal

Minstream

Verboten by @heesbaby

Fate

Doctors orders!

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @w0nslvr

Broken Strings by @chenfleur

Fuck Christmas! By @jayflrt

Diamond League

Sugar Daddy

A Stoner's Guide to Starbucks

Yours Forever in 786

My Very First Love by @envirae

Understand by @fakeuwus

Love News! By @miumura

Love Error!

My Penpal-Wait What?

Admiring You!

How to Get A Girl A Guide By Me by @fairyluvsite

Love Story

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The Language of Flowers

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10 Days to Fall In Love by @luvyeni

For Me by @heeracha

End of The Line

Buy One, Take Me

Bad idea right? By @sanrikis

Kindred by @thatfeelinwhenyou

Hands On You

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Mr Yang, Is That You?

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Noona by @hoonvrs

Cigarettes

21st Century Girl

Be My Valentine? By @sjyuns

Maple Latte by @yawnwonies

Hate That... by @leaderwon

Confident by @bambisgirl

Secret Proposals by @psblooms

Love Letters by @tqmies

DDR by @jungkit

Wrong Number by @pprodsuga

Bright Sun by @lani-heart

Advantages by @yenqa

How To Get A Girl by @ihrtsevyn

Natural by @latriii

Let My Love Run Wild by @jaeminvore

Maybe We Could Be Together

Deuce!

Dress Coded by @pandenewie

Fallen Star by @h5eavenly

Take Two by @boyfhee

You? Maybe by @onlyhoonie

Ephemeral by @beom1e

Eternal

Valentine by @fairyofthestar

Against All Odds

Lovesong by @bgomtori

All For A Bet by @jjunieworld

To All The Boys I've Loved Before by @gxhaode

Score That Goal! By @lqfiles

Pay The Price

Twin Flame by @justalildumpling

Lovesick Fools

And They Were Roommates! By @fullsunstrawberry

Speak Now by @liliansun

Down bad by @hyuckswoman

Linger by @beomgewz

Follow Me Not by @lowkeychenle

Mew by @hcaeh

At Midnight by @svnnw

Divine Timing by @v1si0n

One Night Only by @mrkified

That's That Me Espresso by @sourrpatched

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[concreteburialplot]

Intertwined // 04

04 - Snapped Neck

pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

masterlists: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.1k

warnings; VERY SAD 🥲, mild yelling/verbal abuse?, hints at past abuse, reference to past character death, noah is a devastated horrible depressed mess, short time skips, don’t say i didn’t warn you - sorry in advance, don’t hate me 🥲

reminder; THIS IS AU, nothing is meant to be accurate, including family history/events/dynamics/members/names !!

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

i’d like to offer a small playlist for this chapter:

seven - taylor swift

matilda - harry styles

winner - conan gray

hard times - ethel cain

anything 4 u - LANY

if it keeps you up at night - the swoons

-NOAH-

After much-needed water bottles, I’m finally starting to feel somewhat normal again. Folio’s asleep in bed next to me while I lay on a laughably thin blanket on the floor. My eyes fully adjusted to the darkness and all I’m focused on is the popcorn ceiling and counting each plaster peak.

The party rages on the other side of the room and I wonder if anyone out there is sober enough to take me home. It’s almost 1 am and the party hasn’t slowed down. I sigh roughly and roll over to wrap the thin pillow around my head to cover both ears. Even through the cotton I can still vaguely hear the music and a song starts that Nicholas and I were obsessed with a couple months ago.

I chuckle quietly at the lyrics,

“That’s my best friend, she a real bad bitch…”

Such a silly song, even though it’s nothing like what we play or what we regularly listen to – we somehow always get the same pop-y songs stuck in our heads at the same time, then end up loving them unironically.

I shake my head with a stupid grin, thinking about the time we were in the kitchen doing a proper, ridiculous performance while we blasted it through a Google speaker. It started with that song but then snowballed into an entire concert at 2 am – all while his little sister just made fun of us, until she eventually caved in and joined our set.

We were all mic-ed up: me a dustpan, Nicholas a broom, and Stella a spatula.

I dig my front teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a laugh that would definitely wake up Folio.

The memory makes the ground below me that much more rigid.

I’ve already tried sleeping every which way on this god-forsaken carpet, but I can’t seem to get comfy.

The hard floor must be the reason I can’t fall asleep.

I flip back to lay flat.

I don’t really understand why Nick got so upset, but it’s been a long night, so I guess I get it. I’m sure he wasn’t thrilled about getting in the lake. Fucking Folio.

And I know he doesn’t like parties.

I don’t really like them either. I think? Maybe I do now? I don’t know.

But I didn’t want to do this without him.

And I just let him leave like that…

God why did I let him leave.

I want to go home.

I need to go home.

There’s a sharp twist in my stomach when I unlock my dying phone and find no texts from him.

I open my bank app to check my balance. $33.87.

I exit and click on the Uber app, put in our address to see the price. $27.59.

I hit request.

I get home after an Uber ride from a questionable middle-aged man with ridiculous combover.

I fumble with my keys at the front door only to find that it’s not locked. I press my weight against the creaky wooden door to push it open. The house is quiet, if Nick’s car wasn’t in the driveway, I’d think the house was completely empty.

I quietly set my keys down on the wooden dining table across from the kitchen. The bedroom door in the hallway is closed, which I expected. I cross the linoleum and very gently twist the doorknob to peer inside. The small room is illuminated solely by moonlight beaming in through the large window by the bed. I step into the room and click the door closed behind me. When I walk over to the bed, the shimmering white light acts like a spotlight on his face and what I notice churns something deep in my chest. Dried streaks coat his face and look almost like rivers from puffy red eyes.

Surely, he didn’t come home that upset because of the argument we had, right?

I tug at my lip and very gently slip into bed beside him beneath the puffy duvet. The movement causes Nicholas to stir and turn away from me. I stay completely still, not even moving a muscle until he’s completely settled then turn in the same direction as him, just inches away from his back.

If he’s that upset with me, would he even want me here?

Am I intruding?

Is it really intruding if I live here too?

Maybe I should’ve stayed on Folio’s floor.

It’s only then that it really sets in that I really moved out, well more like kicked out, and I live here now. Mostly anyway.

But just because you live somewhere doesn’t mean it’s your home. While I love living with my best friend, and I love his family, and they feel like family – they’re not. As much as they try to not make me feel like one, I am an outsider here.

Even Folio in his frat house, sure he just got hazed and whatever, but he belongs there.

I don’t belong anywhere.

The closest thing I’ve gotten to what I imagine belonging feels like, is with Nicholas. But again, he has no tie to me. We’re friends of course, but if I pissed him off and he wanted me gone… well I’d have nothing. I’d have nowhere to go.

I hate this feeling, this feeling of relying on people.

It’s weird taking up space somewhere you have to walk on eggshells because it’s not yours. Because you don’t belong.  

It’s not like I felt like I belonged at home either, not after Mom passed.

So here is better than there at least.

At least there’s no yelling or slamming doors here.

My eyes drift through the moonlit darkness to the small pile of my belongings in the corner of the room. The sight sends a chill up my spine and my heart rate noticeably rises. I’m reminded that there are still some things waiting for me at my stepdad’s.

I want the ability to truly get on my own, if I don’t want to rely on people, I need to get my stuff so that I can actually make something of myself.

I need to at least try.

And to do that, I need my guitar and my keyboard. I’m nothing without them – and I won’t be able to be anything without them.

-NICHOLAS-

My eyes shoot open when shrill screams fill my eardrums. I nearly jump out of my skin at the noise, especially since I had gone to bed alone.

I don’t have the luxury of trying to figure out how Noah got home, just that he is and he’s having another night terror.

“Fuck.” I mutter.

Because I did such a great fucking job dealing with this last time.

I tug at his freezing cold arm and shake him vigorously but of course, it didn’t do much the first time, why would it have a different result now.

I replicate what I did the last time and straddle his lap, grabbing his wrists and pinning them at his sides to restrain his jerky movements.

“NOAH!” I repeat his name with increasing volume.

He wakes up slowly after a couple times of calling his name.

“Nicholas?” He asks groggily, with furrowed brows and squinted eyes.

I sigh, “Night terror.” I state curtly and pull off him, landing beside him with my back towards him.

“Oh.” He says softly and his eyes falter. “Sorry.”

There’s a twist of guilt in my gut because I should be softer with him after his terror, but I just don’t have it in me tonight. The teary soreness in my eyes reminds me just how much I don’t have it in me. I tug the sheets closer to my body.

He rustles around a bit trying to get comfortable, but I fall back asleep quickly. For a bit.

It’s not long after, maybe an hour or two, that I’m awoken once again but this time to a bunch of noise and the overhead light on at full brightness.

“What the fuck.” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing one eye while keeping the other mostly shut.

I turn to find Noah sitting on folded knees, manically rummaging through the couple bags he moved in with. He’s ripping through each one, tossing pieces of clothing out left and right, shaking out the empty bags as if they have hidden compartments.

“What the fuck are you doing Noah.” I ask, my tone soaked in annoyance, exhaustion, and anger.

“I can’t find some of my shirts. I need to get the rest of my shit out. Today.” He replies, his words rushed.

My brows knit together at his sudden – and poorly timed – bout of bravery and motivation. He’d been putting this off and avoiding it for weeks. And now he’s tearing apart his stuff, throwing shit all over our room at 4:30 in the morning… after a night of drinking?

I yawn and shake my head in confusion, “Wait, wait, wait, how did you even get home?”

“Uber.” He replies simply, his gaze still focused on his third bag not even looking up at me.

“You took an Uber home?” I ask somewhat skeptically, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

His rummaging movements pause with a bundle of shirts in hand, “Didn’t wanna bother you.” Then continues digging through the bag.

Normally I would go on a tangent about how I’d rather call me to pick him up instead of doing something stupid like possibly be driven home by someone inebriated – but I’m much too depleted, both physically and emotionally to do so.

“Well, you should’ve called me.” I tug the cotton sheets closer to my body and bunch the material to my chest. “What is this really about? You’re acting so strange.”

I reach over to the light switch and turn the knob to dim the white-yellow hue of the light above us.

“I just need to get my shit, Nicholas.” He huffs, seeming aggravated by my questions.

“Well, you’re gonna go alone if you keep snapping at me like that.” I retort, even though I’d never let him go alone.

He exhales and deflates with a balled-up band tee in his hands. “I just need to do it today. If I don’t do it today, I might not ever be able to.”

Honestly, this is the last thing I fucking needed after earlier tonight. I just wanted to fucking sleep. And not be around Noah.

Yet here I am, awake, around too much Noah.

“Fine.” I sigh. “Fine, we can go today – but only if you fucking wrap up whatever the fuck you’re doing and come to bed. If we’re really doing this today, you don’t need to be sleep-deprived for it.”

“Fine.” He agrees reluctantly and begins gathering the clothes to shove back into the bags. “But I probably won’t be able to sleep.”

“Well, you should at least try.” I scoot back into my left side to make room for him.

The box spring squeaks under the weight of him when slides in and immediately turns away from me. Normally I would be a tad offended, but tonight, I’m grateful.

Surprisingly, small snoozy noises escape him not long after his head hit the pillow. I lay facing him, watching the rise and fall of his ribcage like a metronome.

Concern and fear suddenly flood my bloodstream like a bad drug. Getting most of his stuff out the first time was no picnic and I just know this last time is going to be even worse. Frankly, I’m a tad worried about the things he’d left behind, I wouldn’t put it past his stepdad to throw them out.

I shake my head and try to focus on my breathing to calm me down. When that doesn’t work, I try counting.

I drift off to sleep before 30.  

My faux-leather steering wheel cover cracks under my fidgeting fingers. Noah can’t seem to sit still, running his hands up and down his thighs probably to self soothe. The anxiety is thick and tangible in the car. He would never admit it to me, but I know he’s scared shitless about going back home. Noah always tried to hide it from me, but I’m not stupid. It doesn’t matter how “anemic” or thin you are, you don’t amass that many bruises that frequently. I always wondered if that’s why he started wanting so many tattoos so suddenly. Maybe, on some level, that’s what made me want to start tattooing in the first place.

The normally 20-minute-long car ride felt like three hours, but when we arrived, I could’ve sworn it had only been 3 minutes.

I park on the curb at the end of the driveway and shut off the car. Just being on the tiny patch of lawn has my heart thumping through my chest and it’s not even my battle.

But I guess if I’m here with him,

If it’s his, it’s mine too.

As much as he wasn’t prepared to do this, neither was I. My gaze lands on the rectangular windows of the small yellow house. From the outside, it looks so normal, so happy even. It’s almost eerie how far from the truth that is.

I look over at him, just now realizing he hadn’t said a word the whole ride. He’s slumped in the passenger seat, one lanky arm wrapped around his own waist and the other stationed at his mouth. His eyes glued to the house behind me as he chews on his thumbnail.

“We can still go back home, Noah. We don’t have to do this today if you’re not ready.” I offer gently, mostly because I don’t think either of us are fully equipped to do this.  

“No. I have to do this.” His eyes finally falter away from the house and land on me.

“Okay. You sure you’re ready?” I ask quietly.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip. “No. But I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’m gonna be with you the whole time, okay?” I hold out my pinky. “Always, remember?”

He nods and hooks onto my pinky. “Always.”

As expected, I’ve landed myself in the middle of a brawl between Noah and his stepdad. I feel guilty and useless standing there as a bystander not interfering, but my feet can’t seem to move and my vocal cords have ceased to function.

Noah started off strong, full of adrenaline and blind bravery, but it didn’t take long for George to wear him down.

My heart beats loud in my ears and I can’t hear a word they’re saying. All I see is him waving around Noah’s guitar like it’s a toy, using it as an extension of his exaggerated furious expressions. Noah’s tall, but George is much taller and stronger than him, so Noah just looks like a mouse running around an elephant, scrambling trying to snatch the instrument back.

I’m not sure what they’re even screaming about but the argument escalates further than I ever expected it to. My eyes round as I witness each of George’s hands slide to either end of the guitar’s neck.

No

He wouldn’t

As if in slow motion, I watch the light pale from Noah’s face. His eyes wide and teary, and his brows curled up. I can see the heartbreak in his dark brown eyes in real time as he watches his stepdad easily snap the neck of his beloved guitar.

The break is quick and sharp and fills the room with the sound of cords plucking and wood splintering. The noise after is even louder though, just jarring silence.

Until George opens his mouth again. “Get your sad, pathetic little toys and your little boyfriend out of my goddamn house.” Rasps his deep Western accent.

He forcefully tosses the broken instrument at Noah, hitting him so hard it knocks him backwards. The livid man storms across the house and slams the master bedroom door behind him.

Noah’s knees buckle and land harshly on the carpeted floor, holding the guitar in his arms as if it’s a wounded soldier in battle. His face scrunches up around his eyes and tears just begin pouring from him. His chest hiccups with each sob that escapes. He curls the wooden pieces in his arms into his chest and rests his forehead against the curve of the guitar. His cries heave his entire body.

I’m frozen where I stand. What I just witnessed might as well have been a murder. I’ve seen Noah cry, of course, but this is something I’ve only ever seen once before. Besides that one time, I’ve never seen him this bad. At least, he’s never letme see him this bad.

I gently meet him on the floor. For some reason, I feel hesitant to touch him, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing.

I don’t dare even touch the arms that are gripped onto his guitar so, I rest my hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t even react to my touch at all, as if he can’t even feel it.

“Noah…” I say cautiously. “Let’s just get you out of here, okay? We just need to grab your stuff and get out. We can figure this out later… later when we’re not here.”

He doesn’t respond and when I try to nudge him even a little bit, he’s solid like concrete where he’s kneeled.

“C’mon Noah we gotta go.” I stretch up to double-check that the bedroom door is still closed. “I’ll get the rest of your stuff. We just need to get you out of here.” I urge and squeeze his shoulder a bit.

His fingers dig into the instrument as he takes a deep sniffle and screws his eyes shut tight, shoving the salty tears out. He just gives me a little nod against the guitar, letting me know that he understands but doesn’t move.

“Please, Noah.” I beg and try pulling at his arm again. “Please get up. I need you to get up for me.”

He gives a little of his arm to me and not much more. But I take what I can get and use both of my arms to weakly lift him up from the floor by his underarms. I basically carry him out of the house, his body limp as I drag him backwards across the overgrown lawn. Shards of dying grass cling to our clothes and dust kicks up all over the back of his jeans.

I feebly open my back door and let him crawl into the backseat with the guitar tight in his grip. He immediately lays with it across the cushions and some boxes.

Luckily, we had gotten most of his belongings already so there was just the final sweep left to do.

Thankfully, George is still holed up in his room, though that doesn’t ease my panicked heart-pounding in my ears. Noah’s room is completely bare except for a half-filled trash bag of miscellaneous belongings. I drag the heavy bag across the stained beige carpet, but I stop at something that catches my eye.

In one cubicle of many that make up a huge bookshelf are a couple of photo albums in chronological order spanning over a few years. From the peek-through covers I can tell that they’re filled with pictures of his parents, or maybe at least his mom.

My head snaps at a stir that comes from behind the bedroom door and in a split-second decision, I scoop all the photo albums and throw them into the black trash bag. I use all my strength to heave the now extra bulky bag across the yard as I run towards the car.

I toss the bag into the trunk and slam the door before rounding the car, throwing myself so hard into the driver’s seat that I nearly tip the car over. I take a glance in my rear-view to check on Noah and find his body tightly curled around the instrument sobbing even worse than how I left him. Seeing him like this… gives me an ache in my chest that I didn’t even know could hurt so much. It’s so excruciating that I could almost vomit from it.

I quickly shift the car into drive and speed off so fast that my wheels squeal.

I’m unsure what to do or what to say. It feels like saying anything would only make things worse at risk of saying something wrong. I always feel guilty when situations like this happen with his family because I can’t imagine what he feels. I don’t know what I’d do without my family, and I can’t even fathom someone treating their child like that, especially him. Noah is the last person on earth that deserves that.

I bite my nail as I walk back and forth in the living room lost in my thoughts.

“Honey, why don’t you come sit down?” My mom suggests patting the couch cushion next to her. “Pacing around the living room isn’t going to help anything.”

I sigh and meet her on the couch, “You should’ve seen him, Mamá.” I run my fingers through my sweat-coated roots. “Oh my god, it was horrible.”

She begins rubbing small circles into my back, “I know Gatito.” She tries to soothe, using her Spanish nickname for me – she always told me I resembled a small cat. “But we know what his family is like, I’m surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.”

“Yeah…” I trail off, biting down hard on my thumbnail thinking of all the things we never told her his stepdad had done. If she knew the things he’d done to him – especially in front of me – who knows what she’d do. She’s a Hispanic single mother, nothing would be able to stop her – and a George vs. Mom battle royal is the last thing we need.

“I’ve just never seen anyone that… defeated before. That guitar was everything to him.” I hang my head and use both hands to cover my face.

“Well, you know, maybe we could pull together some extra money by Christmas?” She offers. “I could pick up some extra shifts at the hospital.”

“No, no, Mom, you don’t understand.” I sigh and turn my head to her against my propped palm. “His mom gave him that guitar.”

“Oh.” She replies solemnly in understanding.

“There’s a music store in town where I get my vinyls, they do repairs there.” My sister speaks up from across the room, resting on the column that separates the living room from the kitchen. “Maybe you could see if they could fix it?”

I blink blankly as I process her words and it’s like a lightbulb illuminates above my head. “You actually might have a good idea for once Stell.”

 She rolls her eyes, “I’m trying to be helpful, you don’t have to be rude.”

“I’m your brother, it’s kind of my job to be rude.”

“Whatever.” She takes a sip from her obnoxiously sized water bottle. “There’s a really cute guy that works there, I think he does most of the repairs. His name is Jolly, tell him Stella sent you.” She winks.

“Augh.” I groan in disgust and wave her boy craze away. “I’ll be sure to do that.” I add sarcastically.

A serious stillness falls over the room like everyone is equally unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you gonna do about Noah?” Stella asks softly, her voice laced with concern.

My leg bounces in anxious uncertainty as my eyes drift over to my closed bedroom door.

“I don’t know.”

I gently knock on my door and slowly creek it open. The room is pitch black with just Noah on the bed curled up around his guitar, his shoulder length hair splayed across the pillows, and the duvet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He’d been hidden away in my room like this since we got home.

“You awake?” I question timidly, readjusting the tray in my hands.

It takes a moment, but he replies with a tiny, short groan.

“I brought you soup. You know, the chicken noodle my mom makes that you like so much?”

Another brief pause followed by a slightly more intrigued grumble.

I take it as permission to enter and precariously make my way over to him. There’s a sliver of mattress left behind him, and I fit half my ass on it.

I allow him the space to be quiet with me for a bit.

“How are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s an asinine question.

He just sniffles.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I sigh quietly. “Is there anything I can do?”

He sniffles again and scooches further into the bed, onto my side.

I silently tap my index finger on the plastic tray, pondering what that could mean before I speak. “You want me to lay with you?”

He gives a small ‘mhm’ groan.

“Okay, I can do that. But can you eat for me?”

He replies with a ‘nuh-uh’ whine.  

I exhale knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. “Noah, you’ve gotta eat.”

He shakes his head in resistance again.

“C’mon, just a couple bites…for me?”

A pause before he lets out a defiant but agreeing sigh.

“You’re not gonna move, are you?”

He shakes his head.

I breathe out trying not to sound annoyed because I should be grateful that he even cooperated this much.

Maneuvering around him from behind, I hold the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. Thankfully, the soup had cooled down to just a bit warmer than room temperature. I scoop a spoonful of it, making sure to get a little bit of everything: noodle, chicken, and carrot – if he’s only going to take a couple bites, I have to make sure they count.  I carefully bring the spoon over to his lips, he lifts his head just a bit and takes the spoonful into his mouth. He let me give him 4 or 5 bites, which was more than I expected, before rejecting the rest.

I set the bowl on the nightstand, lift the sheets, and nestle into the space he made for me.

“Thanks for eating.” I say quietly. “I know you didn’t want to.”

He nods mutely.

I press my lips together. “I’m sorry about what happened today.”

He’s silent. Slowly but surely sniffles and sobs begin to pour from him again. I immediately feel the twist of guilt in my stomach for being the one to trigger his tears again.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I-I can leave if you want some priv–“

His hand reaches behind him and firmly captures my wrist.

“Stay.” He begs in a coarse whisper, the first thing he’s said since we came home. “Please?”

His voice is so cracked and hoarse, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was sick.

I falter a second to respond but he must’ve felt the hesitation.

“It helps.” He croaks. “Remember?”

The churn in my chest returns and there’s an ache in my heart that accompanies it. If I could somehow magically take all of this away, I would, even if it meant trading places with him. Even if it meant I’d be the one hurting instead.

I feel so fucking useless, not being able to do much for him.

But at least I can do this.

“Okay.” I respond cautiously and settle further into the bed, now essentially spooned around his body.

His grip on my wrist never left so I let our joined arms rest on his hip. I can’t seem to gather with the right words to say to him, I mean what can you really say after something like that?

So, I offer him the only words that feel suitable.

“I’m not going anywhere, Noah. You know that right?”

There’s a long quiet, so long that I think he may have fallen asleep.

But then he squeezes my wrist.

“Thank you.”

I sense the urge to do something, but I’m not sure how he’ll react. I don’t know, maybe it would help?

I tug at where his hand meets mine and he gives me an upset grumble, like he doesn’t want me to leave.

“I just… is it okay if - can I try something?” I ask shyly, suddenly very nervous, nervous enough to have my heart racing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his brows furrowing. I can tell he wants to be stubborn and keep me latched there, but curiosity always gets the best of him. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist.

I didn’t notice that my palms were sweating until I’ve retrieved my hand. I press my lips flat and feel like my ribcage could burst open at any minute from how hard my heart beats against it.

My body is screaming at me to do it and as much as I want to fight it, I can’t.

Maybe it would help

I let my arm go where it wants to go. It slithers beneath the covers and through the space between Noah’s arm and his side. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull flush against him.

We both freeze. My ears grow warm as the hour-long seconds pass.

Maybe he’s uncomfortable

Maybe he thinks this is weird

Maybe it is weird?

Is this weird?

Maybe he doesn’t like it

Maybe I’m making it worse

Maybe–

Unexpectedly, he just melts into me. His body molds into my arms like they were made just for him.

He finds my arm and brings it to his face, pressing his damp, swollen eyes against it. Small sobs fall into my arm and his grip on me is so tight I could turn blue.

Maybe he feels safe, and maybe he just needed to feel safe to let the rest out.

My own eyes well up at the sound of him, at the feeling of his body heaving in my arms. I press my forehead against his shoulder.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna be here.” I reassure him again through my own held-back tears.

He wipes his tears off with the collar of his shirt before pulling my arm back around his chest. He nuzzles into me, and I feel my heart swell so big it fills my entire chest.

I think I already know the answer, but I wanna hear it anyway.

“Does this help?”

He lets out a sleepy sigh as he nestles his back into my chest.

“You always help, Nicholas.”

Next Chapter -> 05 - Girl Crush*

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a/n; I know this was a heavy one 😅 i'm sorry, i hope you were able to enjoy it regardless.

Thank you for the support on this series and on my other series, Virality. I appreciate it more than you know. I love reading your comments and asks. I am incredibly grateful for them, thank you.

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rather than send my just like you doll to the doll hospital as the closest store to me was marked "currently unavailable" for doll hospital services / i wasn't sure how long i'd have to wait / i was nervous due to her being a retired doll, i decided to send her to daedaliaworkshop on etsy. her repair service cost less than ag's prices and included limb tightening.

i could not have made a better decision.

she came back with beautiful curls, and i almost cried when i opened her because she looked and felt almost like she just came from the store! her limbs were super loose when i sent her in to the point she couldn't stand on her own, but before i got her back i got a picture of her standing up by herself and was so happy :)

the seller was super friendly and communicative, and i received my doll within two weeks of sending her in! would definitely recommend checking her out if you don't live near a doll hospital / are nervous about pricing / have an older doll that ag may not make the parts for. she also offers eye and wig replacement services, either separately or as add ons to the full repair service!

pictures under the cut!

before:

(i tried to brush her hair out with an ag brush but uhhh... that was Not working as you can see)

after:

(look at those CURLS.... she came packaged very securely and with a hairnet as well!)

and a low effort pic of her with lanie, for your enjoyment:

(no idea where the shoes for her meet outfit are, probably in storage with the rest of my things. lanie's top is from mapelea and her pants are from the retired jly true style outfit.)

[bluishfrog]

code dteam your favorite artist’s songs

That's an amazing question!

Okay so my favorite artist a) doesn't have that many songs and b) mostly writes angry / sad breakup songs so that won't work. So I am just picking some other songs that I have in my favorites :)

🎶

Dream

Dream (when someone is stupid enough to come for his friends)

George

George (when Dream sells him on marriage)

Sapnap

Sapnap (on tiktok)

Dteam in general

Bonus: Early dnf at each other

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S3E6. Money, Business & Economics (Or, Here's The Link To Our Ko-Fi!)

Hello everyone!! We are back!! Here's the link to our brand new episode!!

In this episode, Jo (@pebblysand) and Lani (@copper-dust) discuss the significance of writing about money, business, and economics in fanfiction. They explore how these themes can add depth and realism to stories by reflecting the financial decisions and social class differences between characters. Lani touches on how class dynamics and poverty are central to her stories, while Jo discusses how economic power imbalances are intentionally woven into castles. They also share challenges in portraying historical economic realities and prices, and in making business plotlines engaging. They finally show how using these themes can enhance character development and world-building, making fanfiction both entertaining and thought-provoking.

This week, we mention: 

Books: Room by Emma Donoghue ; Slammerkin by Emma Donoghue ; The Wonder by Emma Donoghue

Fandoms: Harry Potter

Fics: castles by pebblysand ; Merry Men by copper_dust ; Check The Spindle by copper_dust

Films: It Ends With Us ;

TV: The Bear ; Abbott Elementary ; 

Other: Coffee Shop Post

Your recommendations for this week are:

Sundew by elen (elennaen)

You can find us online at:

The Fanfic Writer’s Craft: tumblr ; spotify ; ko-fi

Lani (@copper-dust): tumblr ; AO3

Jo (@pebblysand): tumblr ; AO3

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Sulani Beach Rental

A small rental house on the beach of Sulani where the comfort and convenience of modern furnishings meet elements of traditional island architecture and culture. Perfect for a single sim or a couple who love scuba-diving or water sports!

An entry to Klötzchenvendel shell challenge by Allyriana.

One Bedroom - One Bathroom

Special Features: outdoor seating area with bar and grill - jet ski (there seems to be an issue that if the lot is set to rental and a sim is sent there, the jet ski will disappear. It shouldn’t be a problem if set to residential though)

Lot Type: Rental (at least it’s intended as one; for some reason I couldn’t save it as this lot type though, so it appears as a residential on the gallery, and you’d have to change it back to a rental manually in your game. I’m really sorry for this, but I unfortunately couldn’t find a fix for this either...) / Residential

Lot: Pier Perfection, 30x20, Lani St. Taz, Sulani

Price: § 46,959

Packs: IslandLiving | TinyLiving | CoolKitchen | DesertLuxe

noCC

MoveObjectsOn cheat required

Playtested

Available on the Sims 4 gallery!

Gallery ID: LaTalpaVolante

[bookmaven]

SKULL-FACE AND OTHERS by Robert E. Howard (Sauk City: Arkham House,1946) Cover by Hannes Bok.

Fantasy/horror collection. Limited to 3004 copies.

Skull-Face is a fantasy novella originally serialized in Weird Tales (October through December, 1929). Clearly influenced by Sax Rohmer's opus Fu Manchu it substitutes a resuscitated Atlantean necromancer for the Asian villain. From the center of a web of crime and deceit he means to end Western world domination in order to re-instate surviving Atlanteans (lying dormant in submerged sarcophagi) as the new ruling elite.

Wolfshead (Weird Tales, April 1926) Cover by F.M. Stevenson • The Fire of Asshurbanipal (Weird Tales, December 1936) Cover by J. Allen St. John • Shadows in Zamboula (Weird Tales, November 1935) Cover by Margaret Brundage.

Contents:

vii · Foreword · August Derleth

ix · Which Will Scarcely Be Understood (Weird Tales, October 1937)

xiii · Robert E. Howard: A Memoriam by H.P. Lovecraft (Fantasy Magazine, September 1936), as “In Memoriam: Robert E. Howard”; revised from “Robert Ervin Howard: 1906-1936” (The Phantagraph, August 1936)

xvii · A Memory of R.E. Howard by E. Hoffmann Price [A slightly different version appeared in The Ghost, May 1945 as “The Book of the Dead, Chapter 2, Robert Ervin Howard”.]

Wolfshead (Weird Tales, April 1926) [de Montour]

The Black Stone (Weird Tales, November 1931) [Cthulhu]

“The Horror from the Mound” (Weird Tales, May 1932)

The Cairn on the Headland (Strange Tales of Mystery and Terror, January 1933)

Black Canaan (Weird Tales, June 1936)

The Fire of Asshurbanipal (Weird Tales, December 1936) [Cthulhu]

“A Man-Eating Jeopard” (Cowboy Stories, June 1936) [Buckner Grimes]

The Hyborian Age (LANY Cooperative Publications, 1938) [The first half was published in The Phantagraph, (February, August, & October/November 1936)]

Skull-Face (Weird Tales, October 1929) [Kathulos]

Worms of the Earth (Weird Tales, November 1932) [Bran Mak Morn]

The Valley of the Worm (Weird Tales, February 1934) [James Allison]

“Skulls in the Stars” (Weird Tales, January 1929) [Solomon Kane]

“Rattle of Bones” (Weird Tales, June 1929) [Solomon Kane]

The Hills of the Dead (Weird Tales, August 1930) [Solomon Kane]

Wings in the Night (Weird Tales, July 1932) [Solomon Kane]

The Shadow Kingdom (Weird Tales, August 1929) [Kull]

“The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune” (Weird Tales, September 1929) [Kull]

Kings of the Night (Weird Tales, November 1930) [Bran Mak Morn; Kull]

The Phoenix on the Sword (Weird Tales, December 1932) [Conan]

The Scarlet Citadel (Weird Tales, January 1933) [Conan]

The Tower of the Elephant (Weird Tales, March 1933) [Conan]

Rogues in the House (Weird Tales, January 1934) [Conan]

Shadows in Zamboula (Weird Tales, November 1935) [Conan]

Lines Written in the Realization That I Must Die (Weird Tales, August 1938)

Famous Fantastic Mysteries (December, 1952) Cover by Lawrence. [reprint magazine]

Skull-Face by Robert E. Howard [Weird Tales, October 1929]

Killdozer! by Theodore Sturgeon [Astounding Science Fiction, November 1944]

“The Homecoming” by Ray Bradbury [Mademoiselle, October 1946]

“The Coat” by A.E.D. Smith [from POWERS OF DARKNESS edited by Philip Allan, 1934]

(London: Panther, 1976) Cover by Chris Achilleos. • (New York: Berkley, 1978) • (Japan)

[seoiryu]

My Post-Big Swell Party Groupings and Headcanon Roleplay and Relationships (Because it's an RPG)

Spoilers for Infinite Wealth. RUN! Also another rambling roleplay post by a crazy person who has time on his hands after work ✌🏾.

I don't know about y'all but I have a serious problem.....like I have to organize the characters in the Kiryu/Ichiban Party a certain way that would realistically make sense for me and making little stories for it......I'm just being unoriginal about it.

Kiryu Party (Team Underworld)

Kiryu, Seonhee, Zhao and Joongi return to Yokohama to calm the Japanese Criminal Underworld after the fall of Bleach Japan. Setting up for the actual 2nd dissolution which would see the current Yakuza Clans and Families to update with the times with a smoother transition to more legal work in order to avoid being pursued and prosecuted by law enforcement after the Seiryu Clan/Bleach Japan incident. Kiryu aligns himself with the Geomijul as the Kiryu Party protects Yokohama during a period of relative peace.

Seonhee and Joongi help a recovering Kiryu train in a way where he can resemble his former strength even though he still needs a Party to assist him in battles as he struggles with his physical health after surviving a year after his initial cancer diagnosis. Seonhee and Joongi continue to evolve the Geomijul into more legal fronts in order to fund the organization while keeping Yokohama safe from outsiders. Seonhee becomes overly protective of Kiryu and the two grow closer together while Joongi tries to navigate his personal life as it grows more complicated after a meeting with a shop owner. Zhao expands his restaurant business and allows former Liumang men to join him while also making sure that the Liumang stay loyal to the Geomijul Alliance.

Kasuga Party (Team Overworld)

Ichiban, Saeko, Nanba and Adachi return to Honolulu to assist Palekana with the aftermath of 2nd Dissolution and the fall of Bleach Japan. They help the Yakuza who actually want a second chance at live through the assistance of Lani, Akane and Palekana. Those that can't go back to Japan would end up joining the Yamai Syndicate which is now under Yamai's closest associates leadership. All the while the original party help make peace in Hawaii's criminal underworld after Bryce's arrest.

Ichiban and Saeko repair their relationship and things are going smoothly for them. Ichiban gains a work authorization card to work through Palekana as he assists them with rehabilitating Ex-Seiryu Clan Yakuza who are left in Hawaii through community service and job searching in conjunction with Hello Work so they can go back to civilian life both in America and Japan. Saeko continues to being co-owner and Mama of Club Silky Queen and accompanied The Party during her time off in order to help assist the boys as they help Palekana. Nanba gains a work authorization card to become Palekana's head nurse and falls in love with a Hawaiian Hula Dancer. Adachi restarts his security company and it grows big enough to have an American Branch, helping recruit Ex-Yakuza and Retired or former Cops into his ranks.

Akiyama Party

Akiyama and Chitose join forces as Fujinomiya Group partners up with Sky Finance in a joint charity effort. However things go sideways as they get involved with Hawaii's criminal underworld as it grows more chaotic in the aftermath of Bryce's sentencing. Tomizawa is forced along the ride because he is Chitose's unofficial chauffeur (He gets paid and she spoils him).

Dojima Party

Daigo, Majima and Saejima step out of the shadows and into Hawaii's Criminal Underworld as a promise to Kiryu with helping Ichiban with the mess that was the 2nd Dissolution. The three spend their time helping Ex-Yakuza members who want to step away from the life of crime and assisting both civilians and Ex-Yakuza with issues that's plaguing the criminal underworld and civilian Overworld for a price. Becoming mercenary/heroes for hire in the process as they put their skills to use in a world full of gray.

[sunfloo-wers]

"It won, I'm so sorry"?

Hi! I thank you so much for the ask! :D

Okay, this one is a tad bit strange so hear me out for a second.

So, @apho-sappho has a (semi-crack) ship called Warrahim that is Wars and Ghirahim and a little while ago I made a joke about posting fanart for it and having that be my first fully rendered lu fanart posted. I actually made a sketch for it, and it's probably going to get painted eventually. The reason behind the name is that the idea of painting something for it won the battle against me wanting to paint something else, ie all the other things I should be working on :P

if that sounds enticing to you, I absolutely recommend going over to Lanie's Warrahim stuff, it's both hilarious and actually works which is also so funny, anyways ye :D

I didn't think anyone would ask about that one, so sorry if you were expecting angst hahaha

OH NO now I'm having ideas about what that title could be if it was angsty and ummmm y'know the Zelda 2 death screen that says "Game Over; Return of Gannon" ummmm yeah that popped into my head to something Rulie related? hmmmmmm could be something with the idea that Hyrule's blood is the reason Wild's Calamity Gannon is so... that (I first heard that idea from A Terrible Fate by across-violet-skies (Glittercat34) you should also read that, it's so good :D ), and maybe it could be something related to that >:3 we all love the "Hyrule will eventually have to fall to the Eyes of Gannon because the cycle will continue" don't we?

WAIT NO what if it wasn't just talking about that, but the actual death! That would be absolutely evil and horrid, but... what if? >:3

Seems like you got to for the price (read: free) of one? the second on is very bare bones because I was coming up with it as I was writing, but it's still two ideas!

Bye! Thank you again Anon, this was really fun! :D