#like i know its not how it works but imagining that one peice of cloth is the only difference between the two is

[waterlogged-detective]

That guy on the right seems nice, I’m so glad the Vake’s not around

[semisolidmind]

Ok I have a question and if I asked this before sorry my memory sometimes bad.

So you said peach's died on the journey with her husband's. How did she die? And did they get revenge for her. Also at this point you would think peach's is there soulmate but peach's not liking it.

And dose she have a Mark of how she died as a brith Mark?

And what was Macaqa and sun frist meating with peach's like?

I really love your work

(tw, slight mention of blood and gore)

went on a bit of a tangent :)

reader was killed during a demon ambush. everybody was busy fighting the demons, and while reader was hiding, one of the demons escaped the warlords' notice. she didn't even have time to scream. it killed her, and then took and ate her body.

macaque was the first to realize her absence, of course. reader wasn't able to make much noise as she died, so he just thought she was scared, but... imagine his horror when he can't hear her heartbeat. he quickly dissapears into a shadow, leaving the fight behind. he checks where reader was hidden, and finds only a small puddle of blood. his breathing quickens as he follows the blood a ways further into the woods. he can feel his rage and anguish growing.

there, in a clearing, a rogue wolf demon seems to have just finished its meal, it's tongue licking the excess gore from its teeth. shreds of reader's clothing lay scattered at its feet, along with her satchel and book.

macaque bears his teeth in an enraged snarl and roars at the stupid beast. struck by grief, he falls to his knees, pressing his hands to his face as tears gather in his eyes.

the sound of his anguish echoing against the trees was enough to summon his brother; wukong, covered in the gore of his slain enemies, appears at his side. the king takes quick stock of the situation, and comes to the same heart-shattering conclusion as macaque.

she's gone. she's gone and this wretched creature destroyed her.

reader is dead.

the rage he feels rivals the burning of the stars.

the two bring down the full fury of their combined might upon the wolf demon. the warlords drag out their dismantlement, tearing the stupid creature apart peice by peice. once the offending beast is little more than a visceral stain on the ground..

...the brothers hold one another, attempting to ground each other through the torrent of their pain. they've lost their one, their only.

their dear reader, their beloved peach....she's dead. all because they took their eyes off her for a second, all because they were made to come on this cursed journey. were they not charged with protecting that blasted monk, they could have prevented this. wukong and macaque come to the same conclusion; they will not soon forgive the ones who brought them here.

the monkey demons gather reader's things, holding them as gently as glass...it's all they have left of her. not even a body to bury back home on their mountain.

the other pilgrims need only see these items and the baleful, enraged, tear-stricken looks on their companions' faces to know what must have happened. wukong and macaque say nothing as the monk says a prayer for her.

the two leave for a while.

they don't come back for three months.

when they do return to the journey at the behest of the heavens, they are reserved. withdrawn. they keep to themselves, only intervening when the pilgrims are in danger they can't solve themselves.

———

the monkey king and the six-eared macaque complete the journey. they refuse their new titles; the rage that simmers in them is far too great for the roles they've earned.

the monkey warlords go home. they grieve, properly this time, alongside their subjects.

the next few hundred years are especially brutal for any enemies of flower fruit mountain and it's king. without his queen, he forgets what it means to be merciful.

———

many centuries later, wukong finds a little monkey demon boy, seemingly sprung from the same stone he did. wukong adopts him, names him xiaotian, and teaches him to become a ruthlessly efficient warrior.

the child grows up hearing the occasional story about the mountains' queen, a once-mortal woman who held his father's (and uncle's) heart in her hands. his caretakers can't bring themselves to speak about her often, but they speak softly and fondly when they do. he hears stories of her adventures on the mountain; how she made friends with her subjects, worked in the kitchens and orchards, and cared for the mountain's children.

both wukong and macaque tell xiaotian that reader would have loved him dearly.

the small shrine in the palace temple (a satchel, a heavy book with nothing written in it, a few scraps of bloodied cloth displayed next to daily offerings of peaches) and furniture in his father's room (the combs, hairpins, and perfume bottles untouched but lovingly dusted) don't tell him much about who "reader" was—but the stories from the people who knew her do.

he wishes he could've met her.

———

when the boy reaches a certain age, he asks to go stay in the mortal world. his father reluctantly agrees.

xiaotian goes to the city, battles the dragon girl mei, befriends her, and allows her to teach him how the city works. she takes him to a noodle shop belonging to one of her friends, a gruff but earnest pig demon named pigsy. there, he meets mei's other friends; a gentle blue giant named sandy (and his cat, mo), a studious yet freeloading human named tang—and a friendly human woman who works at the shop...

...who happens to be nicknamed reader.

[the-autistic-spider]

dp x dc idea

dp x blue beetle movie

so something like

(not film universe)

Danny is 18 and has gotten a job at kord (to like idk to spite Vlad or his skill) and is called for a meeting with the CEO ted kord

or (film universe)

Danny was taken as phantom by kord to see if his ghostliness could help the construction of the OMAC (One Man Army Corp)

or (either work but preferably a weird fusion of the two)

Danny has one of the scarabs like Mabey a green one or red or blue or black I'm not sure what a protector/space core would get

or (either work but preferably a weird fusion of the two)

Danny and jazz go camping and something happens.

prompt:

(i would probably make it so Danny was 16 when he became ghost for this so he's still new to the ghost thing but older so just imagine Danny was born a few years earlier than in the normal timeline)

Danny was newly 18 and decided him and jazz should go camping together also so he could finally tell jazz he was phantom

a few hours later they have 2 tents up and ghost shield (jack and Maddie made them take it) set up jazz decides to go for a walk to relax (she agreed for two reasons 1. to bond 2. to tell Danny she knows he's phantom)

while jazz is walking she sees an odd green glow from under some bushes taking out the Fenton bat she slowly approaches and jumps out at the green glow....

its an old meteor... made of kryptonite with... a god damn skeleton sticking out suddenly a odd scarab looking thing fly's out at jazz (input the scene from blue beetle the movie but with jazz and in a forest)

mean while Danny was trying to find a way to reveal himself to jazz when he sees something humanoid fly out of the forest

putting off the reveal for the moment he starts to change

lightning arcs up from Danny's left arm in a beautiful sequence as his clothes burn away and are replaced with an burned rubber hazmat suit taking its place the lightning arcs up over his mouth replacing it with a nightmarish maw with too many teeth and white hair with small black remains showing its old colour

this new being launches off to see what the mysterious flying humanoid could be

end prompt (you could swap roles and have Danny go for a walk and have jazz be overthinking on how to tell Danny she knows he's phantom)

i decided to try and describe how i feel Danny should transform for fun =]

also the info is from @mac-cheez (who also has a whole conversation/argument/scheduling with @arrowheadedbitch on the post asking for info on the scarabs )

In Young Justice, there's three colors Black (Warriors), Blue (Scouts), and Green, but there's also Red Beetle (Sara Butters) who I don't think appears in that peice of media. Those are the main ones that I know of. I recommend the wiki for blue beetle and the reach I find the history and dynamics very interesting and great plot material.

[obsessive-ego]

Jack it to a jacket nsft

Masterbation, voyeurism, you know how I am

Musical beetlejuice x fem reader (reader has a vagina but uses they them pronouns)

Beetlejuice forgets his jacket and you use it while he's gone

Beetlejuice had announced to you he had to spend a few days in the netherworld for bio exorcist meeting or something, you really didnt get it, it's not like he actually had a job, all you knew is that he's been complaining about it since day one. That he had to leave the world of the living for a bit.

The day finally came for him to head out for his little business trip, you could tell the ghoul was less then thrilled to go, slight purple streaks graced his hair, you knew he wasnt too keen on being in the netherworld, the demon had such a fascination with the living, an adoration for living with you, going back to the netherworld, even for a few days was like heading back to work after a long period off, soul sucking.

"Alright Sugar" he starts adjusting his tie, his jacket resting on the arm of the couch "I'll be gone for a few days, try not to miss me too much~"

You give the ghoul a soft smile "itll be quieter for sure"  you try to joke

"Yeah..." he trails off, his playful teasing voice dropping along with his grin.

"I know this is gonna suck, but the sooner you get it started the sooner it's over with" you try to cheer him up giving the demon a light punch in the arm.

Beetlejuice's hue was now completely purple, you frown at the sight.

"You know doll, I'm being awfully selfish here, but, how bout ya give me a little sugar before I go?~"

You flinch at the suggestion, you wouldnt say you were shocked at this request, but you were.

"You're stalling"

"Come on babes, humor me, I gotta fill out paper work and deal with my mother, could REALLY use a pick me up~" he nudges you gently and gives a wink, hoping it'll soften you up, it does.

"Fine" you huff out, you grab the demon by the suspenders, yanking him to you level giving him a quick peck.

"No tongue on the first date?~" he snickers, as pink patches pop up in his mossy beard.

"...have a good trip" you utter trying to hide your embarrassment

"Oh doll I will, thinking about your soft lips~" the demon's voice drops to that low growl that never failed to make you warm in your lower areas

"Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Bee-"

You could NEVER make it to 3, the ghoul was always quick to slap a hand to your mouth, pulling you into a side hug.

"Trying to kick me out so soon sugar? So mean~" he chuckles, the ghoul pulls his hand from your mouth and you sigh.

Beetlejuice pauses holding you in this awkward side hug for a few minutes

"Bee?"

"I know" he grumbles, he begrudgingly pulls away

The ghoul makes his way to the empty wall and draws his entrance.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Your living room wall opens up to the netherworld, it was always a rare sight to you, a little anxiety inducing, you freeze for a moment, but as the demon steps into the world of the dead you shout

"Wait!"

Beetlejuice turns to you

"You forgot something"

The demon's eyes light up and in a flash he was infront of you, his hands cup your face as he slams his lips into yours, you jolt in surprise, as the ghoul pulls away he purrs "almost forgot my second goodbye kiss, thanks doll" and just like that he was gone, the netherworld was out of sight and you were alone.

"Your jacket" you whisper still alittle dizzy from his kiss.

...

The jacket he left behind spent a few hours folded neatly on the couch as you go about your alone time. Everytime beetlejuice was away you always took the opportunity to get some chores done, you liked the demon yeah, but he always got under foot, or he would be creepy while you tried to get things done. There were times where you were just doing the laundry, and the demon would just stare at you, no words, he just sat atop the dryer watching you like a hawk as you loaded the washer, it made your skin crawl and your stomach turn to have that much attention put on you, hell, you'd rather him be lewd and annoying then that.

As creepy as he was, that was just who he was, and you loved him, his awful charms, his terrible jokes, and his over all handsome, to you, look, wormed it's way into your heart and refused to let go.

Every kiss, every grope, every pet name he gave you dug you deeper into your affection. Though you were too terrified to confront him about your feelings, he was a literal demon, could he even share these feelings, let alone would he like you the same way, all in all you didnt want to ruin what the two of you had, friends, good friends.

You missed him, you really did, so what was the harm in wearing his coat, just around the house, and maybe smelling it every now and again, that wasnt too weird right? And it would be fine if you were to fall asleep wearing it right? There was no harm in it, but if beetlejuice was to pop in unexpectedly and if he say you wearing it casually youd never hear the end of it, and yet you never took it off.

It's been a few days since beetlejuice left for the netherworld, you were relaxing on your bed looking at memes trying to ignore how much you missed a certain undead bastard, hell you were wearing the jacket he left behind and stealing a small sniff here and there, beetlejuice never really gives you a time frame as to when he'd be back whenever he goes to the netherworld.

'Time moves differently when you're dead, and boy does it move, but it slows down when I'm with you babes' you shiver and try to swallow the lump in your throat that memory caused, the undead bastard was such a flirt.

You grew a tad lonely without your favorite dead guy, yes you used to live alone before beetlejuice barged his way into your home, but you have gotten used to him, you miss him when he's not with you, especially his no concept of personal space, how the ghoul's hands always found a home on your body, your hips, your waist, your shoulders.

You feel a familiar pulse between your legs, you try and ignore it, though your mind was reeling with old memories of beej touching you, you werent even scrolling through your phone anymore, just staring at the screen, thinking of the demon's strong callused hands running up and down your thighs.

"You win" you grumble sliding off your bed and crouching next to it, you pull out a little tool box. Opening the little box and revealing an average sized bright green vibrator brandishing a nice bulbous tip. You push the button on the toy's base and it buzzes to life, you smile, glad to see the barriers were still alive, it was too late for you to run out and get replacements.

You shimmy out of your pajama pants and panties before you hop back up on the bed. You remove the jacket giving it a deep inhale of its scent before placing it down next to you.

...

Your living room walls silently open up, letting in a thick fog of green reavling your demon friend, the ghoul knew it was late, late enough that his sweet little y/n should be dead asleep, as your living room rearranges itself back to normal the ghoul floats to your bedroom, excited to come snuggle up to your soft warm body after what felt like an eternity with dealing with his mother and newly deads with no sense of humor.

"Ah!"

The ghoul freezes at the sound, standing in front of your closed bedroom door, you could be? He presses an ear to the door, the faint sound of buzzing and muffled moans could be herd.

In a flash Beetlejuice's hair and moss on his face turns electric pink.

"A welcome home present? For me? Oh dolly~" he whispers before snapping his fingers and camouflaging himself. Beetlejuice fazed through the door and froze at the sight of you, yes he has seen you touch yourself before, but this?

There you were Laying on your bed, propped up by pillows, shirt pulled up exposing your breasts, bottom half completely bare, pumping the vibrator he got you (as an apology for messing with your old one) in and out of your leaking pussy, with your face buried in his jacket, muffling your whining.

The ghoul could have blown his load from the sight alone, yes he knew you liked him, and yes he knows you want him, but this? This was dirty, this was naughty, smelling his clothes and jerking off? You were just as horny as him, not really, no one is, but he'll take this.

"And here I thought only I had a scent fetish" he chuckles making his way to the end of the bed, plopping down to get a good view of your soaked vigina, he was fixated on the speed you pumped the toy in and out of you. Beetlejuice fumbled with his fly, pulling out his semi, the ghoul licks the palm of his hand, coding it is a nice layer of saliva before wrapping it around his cock. Beetlejuice starts off slowly, but it isnt long until his pace matches yours, imagining the toy between your legs was him, god slash satan he envied that peice of silicon.

"Beetlejuice" you whine bucking your hips up to meet the vibrator as it slid back in, you take another deep inhale of the jacket's scent and whine, beetlejuice groans in response.

"Such a dirty little thing, fuck- I expected to come home and see ya sleeping it in, ah- but this? Oh babes, I would have left it behind months ago to, oh god- to see you like this" the ghoul babbled, he really didnt want to finish before you, he wanted to enjoy this show for as long as possible.

You were absolutely lost in your little activity, using you non dominant hand to hold the demon's jacket to your nose, the scent drove you wild, you could imagine beetlejuice driving his cock into you over and over again, the idea of him fully dressed fucking you while you were completely naked made you tremble.

“Oh my god Bee, fuck, yes, please, fucking oh my god I want you to…Beetlejuice fuck…” you babble as you begin to pick up pace with the vibrator.

The ghoul drools at the show you oh so kindly are giving him, hearing you moan out his name, oh how he loved that sound, it wasnt the first time beetlejuice herd you moan out his name during your 'alone time' but it still made his toes curl as though it was.

Beetlejuice growls through his teeth, he was almost there, seeing you use his jacket in such a way was better than he ever could’ve imagined, yes he dreamed of you using his things for sexual satisfaction, he just thought he'd never see it.

Beetlejuice found that trying to keep the pace with you was growing too hard, he needed to finish, he needed you to finish. He didn’t want to cum before you, he needed to see you cum while using his jacket, he needed the image of you using his things to cum to be carved into his brain.

Thankfully, Beej is good at edging, this wasnt his first day being a peeping Tom, and it wont be the last, it wasnt easy, but he could do it, watching you whine and buck your hips because of him, sure made it a challenge though.

You were almost there, you stop pumping the toy, only for a second, to crank the vibrations to the higher setting, your hips jolt up as you press the jacket against your face muffling your screams, with the intensity up you were ready for the home stretch, you begin to move the toy again, in and out, imagining it was the ghoul you oh so loved. You could just imagine beetlejuice pressing you into the mattress with every thrust, all the dirty things he'd be saying to you, praising you for how well you take his fat cock, growling, biting, you couldn't take it anymore, you felt like you were gonna explode. God you wanted that smug bastard so badly, you loved him so much, you moved the hand holding the jacket against you face and brought it to your vagina, as one hand pumped the vibrator the other played with your clit. You groan through your teeth at the added simulation, if only you could see the demon infront of you.

Beetlejuice sat before you, jaw dropped, tongue hanging, drool dripping down his chin, panting. His cock was throbbing, leaking pre cum, he was ready to burst, honestly he surprised he hasn't yet, watching his y/n go to town on their pussy. Beetlejuice watched ad you hips bounced, and your toes curled, he could finally get a good look at your face, you were tearing up.

"Feels good doesnt babes? Wait till you get the real deal~"

"LAWRENCE!"  You shout as your hips buck upwards, just then, something new happened, you squirted, thought you didnt notice, you were too busy, head lulled back, panting, and using the soft buzzing of the vibrator to ride out your orgasm.

But beetlejuice on the other hand saw, he saw you squirt when you called him, when you called him by his first name, a name you rarely used. The demon blew his load shortly after your little finale, an image that will always be treasured by him. Beetlejuice wipes the cum off his hand on his pant leg, and slides his now soft cock back into his pants. He watches you lay there for a moment before you gingerly sit up, reaching forward to turn off the vibrator and remove it from you, you flinch doing so, still tender. You give out a yawn and toss the toy on the floor mumble how you'll deal with it in the morning, adjusting your shirt to cover hour chest you slide under the covers, in minutes you were asleep, holding his jacket oh so tightly.

Beetlejuice envied the garment, and as much as the ghoul wanted to slide in next you now, he couldnt, you were naked from the waist down. But you did leave him a tasty snack, so he couldnt be mad at you. Beetlejuice snatches up the freshly used vibrator, still warm from your touch, and vanishes

"Good night y/n" his voice purrs in your ears,

"...Lawrence..."

[samrobotsin]

it’s not “robots” using AI to make art, it’s humans using AI to make art. saying AI art is “robots making art” is about as braindead of a take as saying art made in Photoshop is “robots making art”

I get there is a lot of nuance here, and I'm not wholly against AI tools in making art but how casual you're being about the uncredited & uncompensated labor of artists is deeply upsetting. Comparing AI Art to anti-piracy politics. I'm pro-piracy, but being pro-piracy as a form of anti-consumerism politics & art preservation is not the same as saying you have the right to sell things you pirated for your own profit. Or even plagiarism. I would hope you can see the difference in piracy & taking credit for the work of others. As lifting the work of others is what this algorithm needs to do in order to function.

Comparing AI Art to seizing the means of production. Writing an algorithm is labor. Painting a picture is labor. After that you're in for much different debate: Who owns AI generated Art? The person who wrote the algorithm? The person who entered the prompts? How about the person who seeded the base data for the peice, you know, an actual artist. Because per usual, the actual artist seems to be the last person to be getting paid. You had a problem with the seeded art being compared to farming but if the people who grew the grain, baked the bread & delivered the materials all deserve compensation, why are you so quick to credit the person who wrote the program, the person who entered the prompt, but exclude the people who created the art that informed the algorithm? They're all necessary to this process but one group is getting shafted. So yes, in the analogy of the farmer, cutting out the artist that made the art that seeded the algorithm is like a robot stealing grain from a farmer. Marx wrote a lot about the quality of the human soul, and the parts of the human experience that get in the way of sheer productivity; these are things Leninists like to ignore. Marx was pretty clear about putting physical demands like food, clothing, & reproduction, over emotional demands, like entertainment, love & joy would be a gateway to fascism. If you're going to coldly say "food is more important than happiness" at some point you have to admit you're just a fascist who loves rugged individualism.

Comparing AI Art to outsider art. We've already had cases where an AI can replicate a single individual's style, only make it just different enough to cut them out. You used marxist rhetoric but you veered offcourse when you referred to money generated by art as "profit." I think you were trying to say its fine to crib someone's work if that person is already rich; but there are a lot of poor artists & the majority of work being seeded in these algorithms was unpaid: And no, that doesn't make a work 'free to steal' either. If we hypothesize about tool-assisted art outside of capitalism, surely the tools to make AI Art would exist, but AI Art itself would not. Because why would it? Its an attempt to maximize profit with as little effort as possible, as seen in those "Family Finger" children's videos that plagued youtube for a while. That "Alice & Sparkle" book is not a genuine expression of anything human. And I can't imagine anything as dystopian as using letting artificial intelligence educate small children.

[shoutoismybaby]

Omega Shame Part 1

Summary: After spending most of your life on suppressants and ignoring your second gender, you finally decide to embrace who you are with your alphas support. But what happens when your alpha Bakugou walks in on you nesting and sparks memories of your past trauma?

warnings: ABO, Nesting, ANGST ending with fluff,

***

Nesting. This was something you hadn't even attempted since you were but a small pup. Both suppressants and fear had kept any desire for this activity far away from you, until a couple months ago. That was when you got a courting proposal, your first ever.

It was a necklace, and not just your typical alphas 'just learned how to make jewelry with string'. No. This necklace required welding, a skill you had no idea about, but that just made sense for your alpha to poses. The chain was a simple silver, leading down to a locket with intricate holes on its top layer, creating an almost explosive like design. The cloth that sat inside was a ruby red color that matched the alphas eyes, and the scent it held was strong of caramel and ash.

Of course if Bakugou was to make a courting gift, his was going to be the best you had ever seen.

You had wasted no time in placing the necklace around your neck, relaxing as his scent filled your nose. It was from this point that you knew Bakugou would make an amazing alpha for you. After all, if he put so much effort into the courting gift, you could only imagine the effort he would put into courting you. Even then in typical Bakugou fashion, he passed all expectations.

It started with the way he would make you lunches, walk you to wherever you needed to go, and made sure to give you a thorough scenting only after he got permission. He always showed concern for your physical and mental wellbeing, stopping you from pushing yourself too hard in training and even scolding you for your self deprecating jokes.

“No one gets to talk down about my omega. Especially not my omega.” He had growled at you once. Again Bakugou did something unexpected, making your omega purr at a growl.

It felt so nice to have someone who cared about you. Someone who encouraged you to stop hiding your second gender from everyone but those in your own class. Not that you had even let your class discover on purpose, but the stressful situations class A had gotten in over the years did wonders for wearing off suppressants and scent blockers. 

He, along with your other classmates, had been building up your confidence in your secondary sex for years now. Bringing you to the realization that being an omega didn't mean that you were weak or any less than betas or alphas. Momo and Ochako were omegas after all, and they were some of the strongest people you knew. So once you had gotten an alpha your omega was basically begging to be set free, and you didn't feel like you had to deny it anymore.

So here you were, after 3 months of being off of the medications your hormones and instincts were finally leveling back to normal. It was something you had never experienced before, but you had Bakugou to help support you along the way. That's why you needed his scent in your nest. No matter how nauseous you felt walking into the young alphas room while you knew he was training, your omega refused to continue the day without at least one peice of his clothing. More than that and you were sure you would be sent into a panic attack. You had no idea how he would react to you doing this. Would he be disgusted? Angry?

Ironically the only thing calming your thoughts was to continue building the nest. Pillows upon pillows methodically shoved between various stuffed animals and blankets became nest shaped as the time passed. Soon enough you were left with just one item left, one of his favorite skull shirts. You had wanted to take something he would miss less, but they weren’t drowned in his scent like this one was. You sat back into the middle of your nest to take a thorough look around. You didn’t want to take too long to decide a place for it by now as you were getting tired. Not to mention you were going to go out on a movie date with Bakugou so you also needed to get ready for that. You would have checked the time if you weren’t so fixated on your task, and that would turn out to be a huge mistake.

You had finally found the perfect place for his shirt when you heard your door open from behind you. In the middle of slipping the clothing item over your pillow you froze as your heart began to race. Your omega knew it was an alpha before you knew who it was and she let out a chirp before you could stop it.

All you could remember was the first time this had happened, an Alpha walking in on your nest. You were seven, not old enough to even present as an omega but tendencies could show early in childhood. You were excited and happily humming as you arranged your blankets, stuffed animals, and your parents best smelling clothes into small yet sturdy walls in the shape of an oval on your bed. You couldn’t help but feel safe, like you would no longer fall off your bed in the middle of the night, or that monsters or other intruders would quickly avoid hurting you once they got just a single sniff of your parents alpha scents. You were proud when you were finished and immediately snuggled into it for a nap, only to wake up to the scent of rotting eggs. A clear indicator your father was both near and very angry. All the yelling and trashing of your hard work that happened next was just a blur. But you could remember how you felt the entire time so vividly. The way your lungs seemed incapable of taking in air, the trembling of your hands and especially the weakness in your knees. Most of all, you remembered the absolute terror as your safe space was invaded. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as fast as your heart would allow it, and you could only sit back and watch.

It was that day that you first became aware that there was something wrong with you. Something gross, weak, and worth hating.

That’s why even when the scent of Bakugou filled your nose, your heart still didn’t slow down. In fact, it only sped up when you finally turned around to look at him, all of the hope you had gotten by convincing yourself he would be happy you were embracing yourself quickly diminishing. His brows furrowed more than normal and his mouth was set in a deep scowl, slightly open just enough that his naturally large canines poked out.

He was angry.

“Do you not know how to answer your fucking phone?! You were so eager to force me to agree to this date and then you don't even respond when I-” Your thoughts were racing far too fast to actually hear what he was saying. Your omega could only think of one thing, your alpha was angry with you. You messed up and now he was angry with you. It was just like your parents, you should have listened to them when they told you it was stupid to nest.

But you had worked so hard on it, and it made you feel so good. You didn’t want your nest to be torn apart again. The smell of smoke wafted from the alphas' palms as you were too caught up in your memories to really hear him. Hear how he was angry with you for forgetting about your date, angry that you had stood him up and too busy being upset to even notice that you were sitting in a nest. The smell of smoke invoked just another event in your mind, one that happened when you had first presented as an omega at 13. Something that caused the damn behind your eyes to finally break.

“PLEASE DON’T DESTROY MY NEST” You Omega sobbed, distressed chips flooding from your chest like air. “Please, please!”

Your outburst startled the Alpha into silence. He could only stand there and watch as his omegas scent was filled with fear as she wiped at her eyes aggressively. A first he was confused, letting his body pump out comfort pheromones instinctually as he let himself observe the situation. You were dressed only in your school uniform, clearly having been building the nest that surrounded you from the time you entered the dorm room to when he had burst into your room, now far past dark. You were trembling too, body curled up in on itself as you hiccupped and begged.

“Please, I'm sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorryyy! Just please dont destroy my nest.” Your voice cracked and it resonated painfully in his ear and his heart dropped. Why did you think he would destroy your nest? Sure he wasn't the best alpha but he wasn’t a monster. Did you really think he would destroy the one place where you felt safest? A weight grew in his chest that left as a deep growl,

“Here.” He growled, “Probably best if we just end this bullshit.”

This was all your fault. If you hadnt built this stupid nest in the first place, or even started crying like a fucking baby then this wouldnt have happened. But you were a weak omega, and just like your parents said, no one can love someone so weak. Especially not someone as powerful as Katsuki. You shouldn’t have let yourself believe that they were wrong for even a second. You had thought that Bakugou would be the one who would love you for who you truly were. But that was naive. No one could love such a burden. No one could love you.

The drop of the crafted bracelet to the ground seconds before your door slammed, leaving you alone once more in your room, proof enough of that.

Your parents were right.

A flame of anger lit in your chest. Why were you so unloveable just the way you were? Why couldn’t you just be different? Why couldn’t you be an alpha like your parents had wanted?

You could feel your nails extend into claws as the hair on your body raised. You glared at the soft material weaved together around you as hot tears built up behind your eyes. This time instead of being fueled by fear they were fueled by rage and resentment.

You were so angry. So angry at youself, at your weak omega, and especially at your stupid nest. You couldn't help but let a couple tears fall as you let your anger get the best of you, and you didn't stop it until you were heaving in the middle of your disaster of a room. Surrounded by torn pieces of fabric and the other contents of your room scattered by your tantrum, you finally let yourself breath. 

You turned around to see the item you had been avoiding, your pillow with bakugou's shirt. With a deep breath you grabbed a hold of the object, digging your claws into its plush softness. The caramel ash smell that permeated the air only helped to break down the remaining bits of your anger. And you didn’t want to be left alone with your despair just yet.

With the release of your breath a ripping sound could be heard. The shirt split and cotton popped out from the opening like popcorn. Once you had successfully dissected what had been a comfort item you threw it somewhere away from you and took another deep breath.

Now you were finally alone. Just you and your reality. You could really feel how much pain your omega was in as your hair began to lower and your normal nails returned. You had heard about this pain before. A deep one in your chest, heartbreak. Your omega seemed to curl around that feeling. Of rejection. Self hatred. That no one would ever need you, let alone want you. You could feel yourself start to slip into the limbo of numbness and searing pain.

An Omega Depression.

You remembered learning about it back when you were in middle school, most people were beginning to present as their second sex. Your teachers had emphasized how important it was to get medical attention at the first signs, you knew how dangerous it was, but all you wanted to do was lay there on the floor. You were tired, and what was the point? No one cared about you, not your parents… not Bakugou. Your throat strained painfully at that thought. Bakugou didn’t want you, and it was your fault.

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The Maze Runner Preferences

He Finds Out He Likes You

Newt POV

”Isn’t She just great?”I finished talking about (Y/N),something I’ve been doing a lot lately.Minho smirked at me. “You like (Y/N)!”Minho Exclaimed. I felt heat rush to my face. “N-no I don’t.”I protested. “Good,because I like her.”He grinned.No.No.No. (Y/N) is mine.I glared at him. “You What?”I growled. “See!You’re jealous!You like her!”He nearly Yelled. “How could I not?Shes pretty and smart and funny and-Oh my bloody...I like (Y/N)”I mumbled.I like (Y/N).Okay,This isn’t good.I told myself when she arrived in the box that I wouldn’t fall in love with her and those beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes.Now I was one of the many boys that was helplessly in love with her.Bloody fantastic.I don’t have a bloody chance.Im just a track hoe with a limp.

(Y/N) PoV

I walked into the kitchen,getting a plate of food.I saw Newt and Minho sitting at a table,I walked over,sitting down. “Hey guys.”I smiled.I glanced at Newt,who was bright red. “Are you okay?”I asked him. He nodded. “Y-yeah Love...I’m fine.”He smiled slightly,I blushed at his nickname. “Alright,well I think I’m going to bed,A lot of people got hurt today..Work was exhausting.Goodnight.”I smiled. “Good night Love.”Newt mumbled.Minho waved.

Normal POV

Newt watched (Y/N) as she left the kitchen. “She’s so perfect.”He mumbled. He soon left the kitchen,walking to his hammock that was right next to (Y/N)'s.He looked at her.She was so cute in her sleep,she had her blanket pulled up to her shoulders and a lock of (Y/H/C) hair fell over her face.I grinned before gently tucking the peice of hair behind her ear.She stirred a bit in her sleep.I smiled,pulling my hand away and going to sleep. “Are you still awake?”I heard (Y/N) ask later in the night.I turned to look at her,seeing she was standing next to my hammock. “Yes.Are you okay?”I Asked,slightly nervous. She nodded. “I’m going to the kitchens to get some water do you want any?”She Asked. “No thankyou.”I Said quietly. “Alright...Goodnight Newt.”She Whispered before kissing my cheek and walking away.I gasped after she walked away,touching my cheek slightly.She kissed me. (Y/N) kissed me.Does that mean she likes me to?

                                        Minho

Minho POV

I walked out of the map room,scanning the glade for (Y/N).I saw her,The beautiful girl of the glade talking to Chuck.I jogged over. “Hey (Y/N)!”Icalled. “Hi Minho.”She waved at me.I walked up next to her. “Can you wait a minute,I Was asking Chuck something.”She smiled apologetically before turning back to Chuck.I felt something in my stomach,Like a claw was clenching it and all of a sudden my chest felt tight.I was jealous.I was jealous of Chuck having all of (Y/N)’s attention.Oh no.I like (Y/N).I mean,it makes sense,I just haven’t wanted to admit it.Shes kind,pretty,funny and creative.Shes just perfect.Absolutely perfect.

(Y/N)’s POV

Chuck finished telling me about the rabbit he saw in the deadheads and ran off to dinner.I turned back to Minho,Who looked very angry.I shrugged it off,maybe he was just tired. “How was your run today?”I Asked,smiling. “Uh...it was fine.”He mumbled. “Anything new?”I asked.He shook his head. “We’ll fins a way out someday.”I smiled.He shrugged. “What?”I Asked. “Do you really think there’s a way out?”He Asked. “Of course,every maze comes to an end eventually,plus your the toughest guy I know,You’ll find a way some day.”I smiled.He looked at the ground,smiling a bit. “Are you hungry?”I Asked.He nodded. “Okay,Let’s get some dinner then.”I grinned.I grabbed his hand.

Minho POV

(Y/N) grabbed my hand,causing a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.We walked together to the kitchens and ate dinner together. "So.....What was Chuck telling you about?"I asked. She smiled. "Chuck found a bunny in the deadheads and we already got Winston to promise not to slaughter him."She smiled. "A bunny?What is its name gonna be?"I asked. "Dog."She answered. "Your gonna name the bunny Dog?"I asked.She blushed. "Shut up!"she laughed.I smiled.Now I had an excuse to talk to her.Dog the bunny.I can already imagine all the stories she’s gonna tell me.

                                       Gally

Gally POV

I Yelled something to Henry,who was patching up a hole on the roof of the homestead.He shouted back. “OKAY!ILL JUST THROW THE OLD WOOD DOWN!”He Yelled.Before I could reply,a peice Of hard wood hit me on the head.I felt an awful pain before falling to the ground.Then everything went black.

Gally POV

I woke up to an awful sting on my temple.I looked around,seeing (Y/N) above me. "What the shuck?"I mumbled.She looked at me, Her beautiful bright (Y/E/C) eyes met mine.She smiled slightly. "Good,your awake."She smiled,before gently wiping a hot cloth against my temple.I hissed at the pain. "Sorry..."she mumbled. "What happened?"I asked. "Henry was an idiot and dropped wood on your head."She sighed. I groaned.She smiled. "You'll be fine,you have a minor concussion though."She whispered. "Concussion?How am I gonna work with a concussion?"I asked. "You wont."She told me. "Wha-"I began. "Nope.No.Your staying here in this bed and im gonna take care of you and your not gonna get up until I let you."She said strictly. "But-"I tried to protest but ,once again,she cut me off. "No.Gally,no buts.Your gonna stay here until I say you can leave,ill bring you food and everything you'll need."She told me,raising her voice a bit.She moved away from me and I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.I unintentionally made a growling noise. 

"What's wrong?"She asked. "My wrist...It hurts."I mumbled.She softly pulled up my sleeve,causing me to wince. "Oh no..."She mumbled. "What?What is it?"I asked worriedly,sitting up a bit,only to get a pounding in my head.She softly put a hand on my chest,gently pushing me down. "Shut up."She mumbled. "Wha-"I began angrily. "Shuck off ya bloody slinthead,let me do my job."She growled.Did she just say bloody?If it was anyone else they would have already been on the floor.But (Y/N) is special.She's not like the others,not only because shes a girl but the way she talks and her smile and the way her hair moves when she walks.I grinned slightly,looking up at her. "Your wrist is sprained."She mumbled. "I'm gonna give you some pain killers,its gonna hurt for a second."She whispered,standing up and opening the medicine cabinet.

She took out a small bottle and syringe. "Ya know...I didn't think you were gonna fit on that bed."She mumbled,filling the syringe. "What?"I asked. "Well,in case you haven't noticed,your pretty tall."She laughed.She walked next to me,sitting down,she grabbed my arm,holding the syringe. I pulled my arm back. "No..No.no.no!"I exclaimed. "Gally..."She whispered. "Its alright,you really think id hurt you?"She asked. "No..."I mumbled. "Why dont we make a deal.I give you the shot and then you get to have an extra cookie."She mumbled. "No."I mumbled. "C'mon..The big bad Gally is scared of a needle?"She asked. "No im not!"I exclaimed. "Gally."she mumbled. "What?"I asked.She smiled,showing me the empty syringe. "You didnt even notice."She grinned before wrapping  my wrist. Shoot.I think I like (Y/N).I like (Y/N).I mentally scolded myself. No.This is ridiculous.Shes to pretty,she's to nice,she's to perfect and she's to great.Dammit.Im crushing on (Y/N).

                                                              Thomas

Thomas POV

I ran back to the glade,panting.Minho was right in front of me.We went to the map rooms.I mapped out my section before quickly leaving.I looked around until I caught a glimpse of (Y/n).I had no idea why but shes been on my mind every minute of everyday since she got here. "Hey (Y/N)!"I yelled.She turned around and I jogged to her. "Hey Tom!"she smiled. "Hey..."I grinned. "Where are you heading?"I asked. "Well..."She smiled. She moved closer to me. "Dont tell anyone....But I always go to the deadheads to make things but I dont want anyone else to find out."She whispered.

 "What do you mean?"I asked. She smiled,grabbing my hand. "Come on."She smiled before running,and I followed her.She brought me to a certain tree that had vines that were in braids and twists that draped along the branches and bright (Y/F/C) flowers in beautiful patterns. "Whoa."I mumbled.It was incredible.I always thought that when she came to the deadheads that her and Newt would kiss.Weird thought,but they were best friends and it would make sense for them to be dating.I really like (Y/N).Alot. "Did Newt help you?"I asked suddenly. "No.Your the only one who knows."She smiled up at me. "I always thought you and Newt came here to kiss or something."I mumbled. 

(Y/N) just looked at me with wide eyes. "Why would you think that?"She asked. "i thought you two were dating."I shrugged. "What?No.We're just friends Tom."She mumbled.Great.She was available. "How was your run?"She asked. "Oh..err...it was..it was good."I mumbled. "Anything new?"She asked.I shook my head no.She pouted a bit,but it was so cute that I almost kissed her. "What?"I asked. "What?"She asked. "Your pouting."I mumbled. "No im not."She smiled. I sighed. "Are you hungry?"She asked. "Kind of."I shrugged. She smiled before pulling a container of strawberries out of her pocket and handed it to me. "How did you..."I mumbled,taking the container. "Well,I know that you steal Fry's strawberries all the time,so now you dont have to."She grinned.I began eating the strawberries,blushing bright red.

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Lost control

A/N: Prompt 20 everyone!! I’m catching up slowly but surely and as always this is not edited at all and not my best work, but I hope it can be enjoyable to someone at least... When the dance scene takes place this was what I imagined but there is nothing descriptive in the peice so you can also just imagine something on your own

Prompt: “Oh, my dear. You have nothing to apologize for.”

Word count: 906

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and shyness

(slight) Tony Stark x reader

Shyness. It’s that thing in the back of your head making even the most trivial matters seem mountain hight. Sure, anxiety may play another part, but the base of it all descended from that darn shyness you had harnessed since childhood. There was only one thing that could calm your mind down once it had begun its hysterical merry-go-round. Dancing. You didn’t have a particular style when dancing, you just let your heart lead your body to the music, baring your soul to the empty room you liked to hide away in.

When you first got onto the team you had thought Tony to be joking as he showed you your room. It was huge. Much too big for someone like you living alone, but he had insisted that each Avenger had a room in a similar size, some even had bigger per special requests or requirements. When he had walked out that day you had just stood paralyzed in the middle of the enormous space. At first you just thought of how lucky you are to be a part of the world's most elite team of heroes, then you let your mind wander for a bit and thought of how on earth you’d ever fill up all the extra floor space you’d gotten.

Since that day you had in your own mind found the perfect interior design. It was both aesthetically pleasing and mind calming in your eyes. Tony had been bothering you a few times if you wanted to borrow some money or if you simply wanted him to buy you some more furniture. Each time that happened you politely declined. You were more than content with your room, true, you might have left a huge chunk of it unfurnished, but that was because of a very simple and very important promise to yourself. You had made a promise that, no matter how hard life got, you would never stop dancing. 

Today had been a particularly hard day, nothing had ended the way it was supposed to and your nerves had one by one been put on edge. You felt the carousel of your mind spinning out of control and when you finally had the opportunity to leave for your room you took it without a second thought. That left you were you were currently sitting. On the floor just staring right in front of you trying to make the spinning stop. You should have known better, really, you, if anyone, should know by now that there is only one way to calm down your racing mind and calm the laboured breathing. Dance.

You didn’t even have to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to play your special playlist, when you rose to your feet and shedded a few unnecessary layers of clothing the music started on its own. It was something you made a mental note to thank the al for later, but then again, after all the times you’d found yourself in this situation even a one year old could find a pattern. For a moment you simply stood still, letting the song wash over you in silent waves, and when the moment felt right, you started to move to the beat.

It was a feeling like no other when you moved. You always ended up feeling at peace afterwards. But when the final note ebbed out in the room someone started to applaud behind you. You whirled around so fast you almost fell over, behind you stood none other than the towers original owner. Tony Stark. Your mind started to act up again, a million questions popped up and disappeared as soon as they came. Had he seen you? Had you been too loud? How long had he been standing there? The endless possibilities of questions to ask and just as many answer options, but in the end you went down your default path: the self cautious one.

“Oh, uhm… I’m sorry, did I play too loud?”

For a moment the both of you just staring at each other. Or more accurately, him staring at you while you wanted nothing more than to dig a hole in the ground and sink down in it. How could you have been so careless and forgotten to lock the door? Especially when you know that the other teammates are sitting in a common room right below you as you jump around, you probably made them think there was some sort of attack happening, or you made the chandelier shake in your movements, nether options being believable but to your mind right now nothing was impossible. It took a second for your brain to register Tony talking.

“ - Oh, my dear. You have nothing to apologize for. That’s it. I’m getting you a bigger room.”

And with that he just walked out. He did come back later though, to escort you down the hall, up two floors and to the right. The new room he had designed after you was even bigger than the other one. And that is the story how you ended up with the biggest room in the whole tower, a room that put your old apartment t shame, complete with mirrors, barrés and everything you could ever want. Maybe being a part of this team wasn’t all that bad.

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Dan Watches: Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope

Alright so I did this for Episode I which you can find here and then Episode II which you can find here and then Episode III which you can find here. So here’s my weird live reaction/note taking/whatever this is.. to Episode lV.

I remember this being my favourite of the original trilogy because it sets everything up and basically kick started everything but lets see if that changes when i’ve finally got through all of these. 

Also I’m just watching whatever version i can find online because I can’t be bothered to go and find my dvd of it so yeah.. whether we get weird updated version or original effects or whatever, who knows. 

All the old effects like how C3p0 looks and r2d2 are impressive. 

There wasn’t really anything in the opening crawl i felt like commenting on, no big THEY DID THAT IN THE OPENING? but i guess it’s the first one that came out so that makes sense. 

WTF did the stormtroopers use to get that door open, that was so explosive wtf.

Also the blasters are like set to 10000 and smoke is everywhere. 

How did nobody shoot the dorids?

Yooo little Ani nice suit my dude. 

Hold on, she sent a msg with r2 to go to Obiwan which for 1 howd she know he’s alive? I’m gonna presume her dad said or something and 2.. ..why not just.. go yourself? 

So when they’re set to stun a Stormtrooper can shoot someone no problem

Also we dont get enough stun weird circle blaster shots

Ohhhh she didnt go because the scan for lifeforms thing alright ill allow it

but my dude.. even so.. maybe just shoot it just in case? like.. droids exist and people know about them?

DARTH VADERS LITTLE HANDS ON HIPS! Omfg he’s like “God damn, this bitch again.”

This Vader is a sassy boy. 

I love this guy who works with Vader and doesnt mind chatting back to him. 

Loving the droids in the desert. 

R2 does not look like it would work in a desert. 

C3 like “He tricked me into going this way” stop being a lil bich. 

WOOTINI!

The crawler thingy is badass. 

I thought that was a magnet it was just a big sucky pipe. 

GONK

Oh yep theres the new effects. 

Droids sleep? I guess power saver mode. 

Wtf is that dome droid

Luke! Luuuuuke! Iconic 2 words there. Well reused for that episode of Rebels where Obiwan watches from a distance. 

Bocce.. what a classic language. 

OMG OWEN JUST LET HIM GO INTO TOSHE STATION TO PICK UP SOME POWER CONVERTERS JEEEEZ 

How is that “wasting time with friends” and not chores, going into town to get something sounds like a chore to me. 

Why did they get an atromech anyway? Like.. what’d they need the other droid for? 

C3 is a real bro lbh, if it wasn’t for him, R2 would be with the jawa still. 

Oooh oil bath. sexy. 

I wonder if people ship R2 and C3 because tbh it makes sense to me. 

Luke got an erection at the mention of the rebellion. 

Now it’s getting harder at that random blurry image of his sister. 

R2 is a cheeky lil shit. 

This is just some good home life shit. 

Dat soundtrack. 

You know what.. it’s a really nice home. 

Is it just me or is Owen dressed kinda Jedi-y. 

So is “Sand People” like the racist way to say “Tusken Raider”?

Obiwan, thats a ridiculous fucking noise. 

“Hello There” iconic. 

You know what the Prequels do add a lot to this. 

A young Jedi named Darth Vader.. im sorry.. thats just not a name. 

For someone who wants to get off the planet, Lukes like “Naa but i gotta get home”

Obiwan also just being like “You know what, fuck it here.. lets go.”

You know what as much of a bitch as that guy who gets force choked is, he’s a good actor. 

Also Tarkin yay. 

NOOOOO OWEN AND BERU! YOU BASTARDS!

I feel like he should have dropped to his knees or something there. 

That is a scary droid. 

Cool door close. 

Thats a weird ass CG droid with a hole in. 

None of the other storm troopers gonna wonder why Dave’s being weird? 

Wahey! Figrin Dan and the Model Nodes! Love that Jizz music. 

Who just ugs on the back of a bartenders shirt? Wtf Luke

Yo he didnt even pay for his drink, free drinks?

Who gets the death sentance in 12 systems and goes around bragging? 

The first arm cut off and theres all sortsw of blood which there shouldnt be because lightsabers cauterize the wound, tut tut. 

Gooood scene with Han and Obi, honestly i keep forgetting to comment because im just watching xD

Wahey! Greedo 

If we’re doing a han shot first thing.. Greedo shot first in this version and missed and then Han shot him but tbh i prefer the Han shot first.. makes him more interesting. 

Jabba looks smaller. 

Casual Boba Fett appearance. 

Yooo Poncho. My boy Cal approves. 

Fuck those weird long nose aliens. 

The Falcon looks so good. 

Get those poor guys by the Death Star laser a damn rail. 

We just cool with igniting the lightsaber in front of Han and Chewie? Chewie at least knows wtf it is.

Chewie is a badass. 

Let the Wookie win. 

WTF that isnt the lightspeed effect.. it’s like a weird blanket tunnel 

The fact they get onto the Death Star with no issue is kind of ridiculous. 

The motion of Darth Vader is kinda just.. not fitting right. 

Han just pat Chewie like hes a dog. Rude. 

Han just gets caught up in this without a choice rly. 

He just wants those sweet credits. 

Also Set Design on Star Wars is amazing. 

Leia just lounging all sexy like 

Also does she have a stain on her tit? .. Not that im looking >.>

The Jedi being called a religion is kinda weird but i guess accurate. 

This has to be the worst star to a friendship for all three of them. Chewie seems cool though. 

I also thought the trash compactor scene was earlier on in this movie than it is. 

Who the fucks voice was it that said “Thats your imagination” ? 

How the fuck are they standing if the water is that deep?

I liek the touch of the monster whos name im sure i learnt but forgot let go as if it knew the trash compactor was about to turn on, that implies it has a safe spot down there that it stays. 

Some of the voices sound off on this but ah well 

Hans already a little Handsy with Leia but i think Harrison Ford was sleeping with Carie at the time so like.. i get it. 

Obiwan just strolling about, as you do. 

I love just these giant pits with walkways with no rails. If I worked on the Death Star it’d be a nightmare for me to get around. 

“NO WAIT THEY’LL HEAR!” ...and they’re not gonna hear you shouting?

Stormtroopers just shooting the shit is the best. 

You know what with everyone being like “Wow that ships a shitheap.” I can understand why the prequels made their ships look nicer and newer. 

I love that shooting a door panel in star wars just makes it so the doors wont open at all, thats some good shit. 

Lukes as bad of a shot as a Stormtrooper. 

First little kissy incesty moment but hey it was on the cheek, universally thats fine but im sure at the time this was him setting up that Luke and Leia were gonna end up together, before he decided they were siblings. 

Vader just standing there, lightsaber already out like “Ahhh Mr.Kenobi I’ve been expecting you”

As lack luster as the chroeography is in this fight im kinda thinking of it as like, they’re reading each other, like Obiwan and Maul’s final fight. 

I don’t really know why Obiwan just chooses to die like that but heyo. 

Vader stomping on Obiwans clothes? Why? I guess because he gave himself to the force and thats the first time he’s seen that? 

I love the gunner seats moving around, idk why i just love it. 

Whats the point of the ear peices if they’re just gonna shout at each other. 

Not mentioned it until now but everyone says Leia wrong. 

They’re really harsh to Han tbf

This is like if you got an Uber to a place and then the Uber driver got pulled into a police station because you’re a terrorist and then you have a go at the Uber driver for wanting to leave after he’s got you out of there. 

Another kiss for Luke.. .. okay

I like how Biggs earlier scenes are deleted so when he shows up it’s just this random dude who somehow knows Luke

That air traffic control guy has no idea what hes doing, nobody is even in the air yet or moving, wait. 

Man X wings are cool, makes me think of Battlefronts VR mission thing where you get to pilot one and it’s the coolest VR thing ive done. 

For a space station the size of a moon you’d think they’d have enough fighters to just wipe out the rebels no biggy. 

ALSO if they know the rebel base is on that planet, why not just blow that planet up? 

YAY WEDGE

The targetting computer seems very invasive. 

Those turrets are useless. 

I would have rated it if they let that random dude blow up the Death Star.

Tarkins thinking face is beautiful. What a man, 

If Luke missed this shot, everyone knows he’s turned his targetting computer off, so they would be PISSED

RIP R2. 

HWHAT!? 

Woooo Mr.Solo. 

Well.. Well done Luke you killed a lot of people, some just trying to do a job and live their lives. 

Han, Leia and Luke all went off together all holding each other.. like.. Threesome? 

I’m sorry but after that, someones doing some fucking. 

Leia just giving her lovers, dont @ me, a medal. Thats why Chewie doesnt get one, he wasnt there for the orgy. 

R2 looking fresh. 

You know what, that is a good complete story that actually works on its own, i appreaciate that. 10/10. :P

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My Last Summer

Okay so here is a true story of mine, not sure what to make of it and it still makes me wonder about everything spirituality and energy related to this day.

The story on how I "sold my soul"?

It all started about almost 2 years ago, I was in my old home town, well not really my home town but somewhere I lived when I was younger, I had a lot of family there so going back and visiting was a part of my yearly routine.

So I'm in Tofino (literal name of town) walking at sunset with my older brother, as we are walking in the downtown area we come across an old homeless man, he introduces himself and right off the bat starts talking about the devil, I can't remember too much of what he had said but something that stuck with me was this "never sell your soul to the devil, or you'll end up with scars like mine" he says will holding up both his thumbs and grinning ever so slightly, it was quite spooky but at the time I didn't believe in spirits enough for it to actually scare me... Until a year later.

Alright so about 2-3 months prior to that summer I started diving into the deep end with conspiracies, and other things alike, so much so that I actually tried to sell my soul, I never told anyone about this, but I pretty much wrote my name, date of birth, the time and date and a list of demonic names I gathered through my research. Please try not to judge to much, I like to think of this more as a "science experiment" rather than for any personal gain this may have given me or might have, but of course it had to be authentic; on the same peice of paper I had started doing some quick math that I made up, I was also deeply interested in numerology, so I had practiced a lotbwith my own numerology, prior to this event. As I gathered up number information on my peice of paper (over the course of about 2 weeks) I had used an algorithm that interested me, also one that I had made up, and used it to put my puzzle of numbers together. So just a recap, on this paper had everything about myself, date of birth, full name and I boiled my list of demons down to one, the one I could invest this experiment into, the one I would hope would give me results, its name... ZoZo. I then proceeded to add my numbers to the page and add them using my algorithm (the algorithm is intended to give me a time, or a date) I pretty much used the numbers that appeared most throughout my 2 weeks.

After all of this very precise work, and careful thinking and planning of this ritual, I had my letter. Also the algorithm went little to nowhere, I believe it was close to events that were related but, I can't rememebrr. Now notice if you look online, there isn't really anything you could find to help you "sell your soul" so basically I went as personal and realistic as I could imagine, also adding my own energetic twist with my algorithm. Never try this. I have not been the same since.

With my paper and countlessly repeating a "spell"(I say spell for lack of other ways of describing it)

I then proceeded to chew the paper until it was a small ball of wet, well paper, wet paper lol.

I asked for wisdom and guidance in life, also the protection of all my loved ones, for my soul, I figured this was the best thing to ask for, if I would ask for anything. Also guidance into what ever the spirit world is, and help in figuring out what exactly reality is, that sounds stupid I know, but I was having an existential crisis at the time,  religion and science wasn't doing it for me, I knew/know there is so much more to life, that we as humans have untapped potential, and have the capabilities of unlocking things unimaginable to the mind, things we are born knowing to be true, and that I believe we could alter these elements/energy. So I asked what I thought would be the best thing to ask something that is supposedly an old, old spirit, I asked it for wisdom and guidance, not literally, I wouldn't speak with this thing, more or less I asked it to provide hints in my future, through numbers and patterns, to help me understand life. Also how to understand the patterns of life and in life. But like I said, I had no results, and forgotten all about it... until last summer.

Now before I get into the main part of this story, I would like you to keep an open mind about what I'm about to tell you, and do what you will with the information, I don't ask you to agree or disagree. Honestly I have been carrying this around for a year now, and I sincerely would just like your opinions, nonetheless if you find a way to think about all of what I talked about, and find a way to deconstruct it and come up with a realistic answer, I would honestly love to hear it, this was my own little brain teaser, in a way, trying to decipher and come up with different ways of thinking about all of this, that just made sense, until it drove me mad, and I ended up having to brain wash myself into forgetting most of it (which has taken/took about 6-12 months), or coming up with different viable explanations for it.

So, last summer.

Last summer was a long one, I was invited to work in Tofino at a family run business, I'm 16 at the time and turning down a summer job in Tofino would be madness, especially since I would be living in a bachelor pad by myself, I was a drug abuser and on the verge of being an alcoholic, but I have good work ethics and I'm a pretty good people person (since my dads job was pretty much talking to people and giving lectures, I was well practiced in social situations), so getting the job was that much easier. But back to Tofino, I saw the opportunity for a party filled summer with as much drinking and smoking I could imagine, I smoke weed and have been since I was 11, picking it up around the age of 13-14, but now I was mixing in tobacco, I brought my bong with me when I left for the summer, I probably went through a pack of cigarettes a week, and got drunk ever day or every other day, so I give my bad habits credit for inducing me into a psychosis, or at least this is what I was diagnosed with at the hospital, that's later in the story. So the job payed well, and it was summer in Tofino, so finding somebody to boot for me wasn't hard.

The first week:

The first week wasn't hard work wise, I was in the sun and it required lots of exercise so I loved my job. Until one night I was bored, bored with drinking, smoking and all the rest, I needed something to do, I was staying in the upper level of my grandfather's wood work shed, and I was feeling creative, I decided making a small canoe would be a fun way to spend my time, and would pay off when I showed off my awesome carving skills to my grandpa, turns out I'm not as good as I think... I ended slipping and slicing my thumb directly down the middle, it didn't hurt really, I was just frustrated because I had no bandages, so I had to make some, it was pretty rough, especially since my job required my hands to be in working order, but I made it work. About two weeks after the incident, it was pretty much healed completely, only a small part was unhealed. And that's when I started craving fish, so I decided to go fishing, thinking about cooking it made my mouth water, I made a spear, and would borrow my grandpa's fishing gear, all I needed now was bait. I remembered back to when I was younger living in Tofino, being told that dock worms are the best fish food. So I set out as fast as I can, headed to the docks. It's a gloomy day, not out of the ordinary for Tofino, I just thought I might let you know. As I'm getting the bait, I notice that when there is any movement in the water, the worms dive down, I forgot this and proceeded to harvest 3 worms with ease, after getting them out of their tubes, I found out that I barley got the heads off of the worms, left with inch sized bait I knew I would need more, and I would have to be faster, after getting two that were decently sizedd, I went for the biggest one I could find, as I inspected the worm, I noticed it was right in the open(usually they stay in patches, making it harder to harvest them, because any disturbance would make them all immediately shoot down into safety) as I said before this one was big, about 4-5 inches, and had about a foot of space between it and other worms on either side of it. I was excited, with this I could catch a big fish, and so I proceeded to overthink the amount of force I would need to harvest it, with my knife it was pretty much like a hot knife through butter, I ended up actually cutting my other thumb right down the middle, and this one is even deeper. so know I have two vertical cuts on my thumbs from tip to the first Bend in my thumb, and no fish because I had to check if I needed stitches, I didn't, just ended up using rope and cloth. Although you would've thought I'd be all "Holy shit the guy said this would happen!" But it didn't come to mind, not until a day later, and boy did that shit ever excite me but terrify me at the same time, I literally could not believe what had happened, and the thing is, one was just perfectly healed up and the other was about half an inch deep. I quickly enter panic mode, I'm alone and explaining this all to somebody was not on my to-do list, so I did what any sane person would do in my situation, I entered ceremony mode, every moment was a lesson to be learned, everything that happened either meant nothing, or was a teaching waiting to be learned, you may ask yourself "weren't you terrified?! What if something has attached itself to you?!" Or "are you fucking stupid?" Well you'd be goddamn right because that's what I was asking myself at the time also, but I was damn proud of myself, my experiment had a lead, and I was destined to have more things come to light that would help give an explanation or, help me figure out what exactly I've done to myself, or rather "did" to myself.

Okay so this part I'll sum up nice and fast, because this story is long, in the coming 2 weeks after this incident, I proceeded to have over 10 different near death experiences, 4 of them occuring 4 days in a row, and the rest spread out through my week, just to keep shit interesting I guess. I'll tell you what happened in 4 of the days.

First day:

As I was biking home from a kind day at work, I found myself basking in the sunlight, absorbing every bit of the moment as I could, I felt good, but I was cocky with my biking skills, as I passed by a long stretch of black berry bushes that went deep into a ditch, I stupidly was going back and for forth, sort of how a snake would slither, I ended up going right off the path and horizontally into the ditch, I didn't even have my helmet on that day. As my bike was nearly fully in the bush, I leaped off to reach for the sidewalk, and managed to only get a small scrape on my hand from hitting the concrete and pebbles, nothing compared to what would've happened if I fell directly into it. The craziest part was, as I picked my bike up, a dandelion was caught in the bike chain, right at the very top of it, as I was fixing the chain, I checked my hand, only to find 4 small dots, what shape were they in? Well thank you for asking, THEY WERE IN THE SHAPE OF A GODDAMN FUCKING CROSS,  I'm baffled, fucking lost it, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, right after the events to, it had to mean something.

The second day:

Now this is kind of backwards in comparison to the other story, I was riding to work, and for some stupid fucking reason, I decided to close my eyes, WHY? good question, idk I like to live life on the edge, after opening my eyes, I noticed I was about 10 seconds from going head on into a moving car, my bike was literally facing it and the car was facing me, I again, didn't have my helmet, if I didn't open my eyes when I did, well you know.

After that I decided it's best to always wear a helmet, or have it on me.

The third day:

So, the house I was staying, well more like shed, had a toilet and shower, god I felt lucky, the only thing was, I had to turn this nozzle to flush the toilet, and I and to turn it off so it wouldn't flood the bathroom, like I said I smoked a lot of weed, I ended up flooding the bathroom 16-20 times, fuck. The third time it happened, was the morning, I left it on the might before, and also my bathroom was located right at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to my room, so my jolly go lucky ass decides getting down the stairs as fast as I fucking can is top priority, I end up leaping down 3 steps, slipping in what is about 1/2 an inch of shit piss water, landing directly on the side of my body (luckily) and barley missing direct floor to head impact, I'm in shock, I couldn't actually tell if I hit my head or not, so this was scary for about 30 seconds, wondering if I and a conclusion or not, I got up and I felt fine, other than my shoulder being sore, I was aces. I actually ended up somehow fucking up the plumbing do bad my entire tub FILLED WITH PURE FUCKING SHIT WATER, THIS IS NO EXAGGERATION THERE WAS CHUNKS OF SHIT IN MY BATHTUB, and on top of that I had no place to wash my clothes, so for about 3 weeks I had to use the same disgusting sewer smelling clothes, because all my other clothes smelt like piss and shit from the other times I slipped in toilet water. And I couldn't use the toilet, for a solid week. And for those wondering yes I cleaned up the flood every single time and paid for all the cleaning tools to do so, I did my best to clean up with tub but I was kicked out before I finished it, I felt terrible, I nearly did enough water damage to the floor that my grandpa would have to renovate it, what was supposed to be a fun summer turned into hell. Literal fucking hell.

But weirdly enough, not enough of it actually fully registered with me, I was pretty Zend out and dealt with each problem as effectively and efficiently as I could, and handled it well mentally. Luckily I cleaned up each flood fast enough to prevent the renovation, also the plumbing wasn't entirely my fault, apparently the pipe was crushed from cars driving over it, so it was nice to know it wasn't entirely my fault.

And finally.

The fourth day:

I'm pretty sure I had a brain hemorrhage, I was drinking a lot, I mean lot, so much that I was still tipsy in the afternoon after a night of drinking about 8 beers (high alcohol percentages) I didn't puke or per before I slept, when I woke up I woke up to the sensation of smelling death, literally, it was a cross between my breathe, my dirty clothes, and lack of water. Later that night I decided to drink again, ended up going cross eyed and forgetting the rest. With all the stress I was going through, abusing drugs was not helping at all, I ended having a slur for a week, and not being able to think properly for a couple of months later. When I say I had a brain hemorrhage I'm not sure, I just remember immense pain in my head, and a feeling of numbness through out half of my body for a couple minutes at a time.

So that's probably the freakiest part of my story, other than all the hallucinations and the mini psychosis episodes I went through, this next part haunts me to this day.

I'm laying in bed, it's my day off, I remember being there and hearing somebody open the door... Sometimes my grandpa comes to do work, but he answers when I call for him. So I'm laying in bed, listening carefully, not knowing who or what's happening down those steps. I then hear foot steps, almost like if somebody had sandels on, they walked a couple steps, then skipped two then 3, I could hear that they were right out of sight but nearly at the top of the staircase, frozen in terror, I can't find the words to say anything, I honestly thought I was being robbed, or somebody had broken in, I yelled to see who it was, I have a deep voice and if you didn't know me i would probably sound pretty menacing, no answer... I yelled again and asked them to show themselves, No answer again. I then told them to leave, and that they weren't welcome here, and for fucking fuckSakes out of all the goddamn things to happen, I heard a fucking screech, A FUCKING GODDAMN SCREECH, I'm immediately thinking that I'm just having auditory hallucinations, I mean from all that's happened and the stress, it's all that made sense, I then shakingly laid down and waited, trying to relax myself, then just as I'm relaxed, I hear foot steps going down the stairs, and walk directly under neath my fucking bed, I wait and listen, all I hear is malevolent growling or something like that, and scratches, so many fucking scratches, this continues for about 2 minutes and it stops, suddenly everything is quiet. I summon the courage to go and check what had just happened, all that I see when I go downstairs is the door wide open, with my key still in the lock, I felt so stupid, but I forgave myself and tried to move past what just happened. I left the door open with my key in it 3 times when I was there, nothing else happened.

This is so fucking awesome I think to myself,

It actually worked, my experiment was successful, but I wasn't done, now I had to undo whatever was done, and deal with what else was to come.

If you hadn't noticed by now this story is hard to follow, the timeline is very broken up, contact me for any questions. I'm going off of memory and my memory isn't that good all the time, I practiced telling these stories when it happened, so I could in the future, I also told my closest friends the darker things, so I wouldn't forget, I was also smoking a lot of weed, so that didn't help either.

Over this time period (1 month in tofino) I also became the most spiritual I've ever been in my life, also, I began finding sticks, not just any ordinary sticks, but sticks that resembled wands, I've always been obsessed with magic, and these were very special looking sticks, especially when this was all happening I got more creative in finding things to store energy in, positive energy, to protect me.. I found 3 identical sticks, one was completely white, the next was more sticky, it had bark but was white, sort of like a cows hide, the third was completely brown, I found them before the interaction with the thing that went up my staircase... After that I got bad vibes from them, really bad vibes, so I broke all of them into even pieces and threw them out my window.

I then got a sixth sense, something was telling me that my real wand was in the forest somewhere waiting, plus who doesn't want a sick ass fucking wand?? So with my hopes up, I waited for the perfect moment, when I knew my stick was near by. The shed I was staying in was on a small mountain that was on the edge of a cliff, also surrounded by trees, so finding a stick was easy, but finding my stick, that was a bit more tricky. About 2 nights later I had a feeling I knew exactly where it was, my wand. It was pitch black in the night and I vouched to myself I would check tonight, so I do what I always do, I go out for a toke (smoke week and tobacco from a bong) and I went to where I thought it would be, thankfully to my sixth sense, I found one of the COOLEST fucking stick wand things, when I say this, oh god, it was so cool, I'll explain why, so you know how I got those cuts on my thumbs? Well this stick has two parts that act like a handle, and also they match up PERFECTLY with my thumbs, and at the end of the stick is a snake like tongue (I'm the year of the snake) after finding this, I decided to try something out... Now I know, for you sceptics out there this is going to seem like over the top bullshit, like grade A fucking bag of horse shit, but it's the truth. And I'll say this, there is other things I did to try and test the wand out, to see if it had any sort of power, in my research it did not. But something was different, I got this feeling that, that I wasnt using is properly, so what I did was I put positive energy into it, and I let it be in a hidden place. I left it there for about 4 days, then on the day that felt like well, the "one" I decided to do something with it. I wanted to make a swirl of clouds or something like that of a tornado, I know right? Fucking easy, lmao nah but I had no idea how to do this, so all I did was, get my mind completely clear, and then I pictured my mind's energy being transferred through my thumbs into the stick.

I then pictured myself forming a tornado, I started to move my wand in the way a tornado would. It took 3 or so tries before it felt right. I felt so weird about it. But I had to believe, it was the only way to get any form of result, at least that's what I found helped me to get results.

A little back story before I continue, my shed is surrounded by trees, not only that but it's home to eagles, crows, ravens and seagulls, but mostly crows, I actually became friends with them, I would whistle and they would respond, I know how smart they are and I respected them, there was even times when I would come back from work, they would jump from powerline to powerline following me home, or even fly back to the house when they saw me, but they usually just waited for me close to home, and then flew back to the house. Most amazing experience in my life ever.

But back to the story.

I've just finished casting my tornado spell or whatever the fuck my psychotic ass just pulled off in my bedroom, and decided to go outside for a bike ride. I decided to go out of my way to a far away dock, as I arrived to my amazement, there was two giant heard's of crows flying high up in the sky, both packs of birds (probably 30 or so) were flying in this sort of tornado like pattern and soon after formed a giant swirl of one for the most beautiful things I've experienced, I still to this day can't explain it, I'm also too embarrassed to talk about it with anyone, fear of ridicule I guess. But I haven't found a use for the wand to this day, I still have it, but I respect it, it's more or less a momento of the summer, I nearly destroyed it after I got back home, after being kicked out of my sweet Tofino pad, haha nah I wanted to leave it was cool, I would've stayed but it was out of my hands, almost hooked up with this amazing girl to solid (8/10 blonde), kinda fucked up timing if you ask me, but oh well, there is so much more I could talk about from what happened in the summer, but I covered all of the big stories.

So back home.

After all of this I'm feeling good, fucked up as fuck but good, I got clean clothes, food in the fridge, a place I can bathe (I wasn't for about 3 weeks) and a comfy bed, also no work and there was a month left of summer, amazing.

I had a lot of realizations, and came back with lessons for myself, but before that, my parents were pissed.

Not only was I ignoring them about half way through the month, I basically blocked them, not answering phone calls or texts, looking back on it now that's probably the stupidest thing I could've done, but with all that happened who could've blamed me. fucked up part is, my dad is now harrassing the fuck out of me to get a job, while I'm already worried about school because I skip alot and I've failed classes, I don't blame him I'm just saying, I was in a sensitive place.

Okay also a year prior to this, before Christmas, I was involved in a car accident, nearly killing me or crippling me, I left unharmed. What happened was they T boned the car at about 70km/hr hitting the passenger side, not my door but the one behind me, just two seconds off and I would have been major key fucked. Ended going into 30k worth of debt.

Okay so I get back from Tofino and my dad let's me know that me and my brother are now 24k more in debt, originally only 8k or so. So now I'm stressing about debt, getting a job, and school, right after all that shit happened, like I nearly fucking died multiple times and I kept it all to myself and didn't tell anyone, after getting back I didn't want to either, I was still processing that and the new news. I ended up bottling everything up and becoming suicidal, still something I don't talk

Too much about nowadays, or at least I haven't elaborated about how suicidal I was with anyone. So school pulls up on me as I'm bent down grabbing the soap and prepares me for a royal raping. I now have a job at my old work (save on foods) and I've grown to hate my job a lot, I didn't before, but for some reason I couldn't stand it now. One day I ended up seeing how far I could go before I either blacked out or stroked out, I think that day I consumed roughly 80 cups of coffee, and around 30 cigarettes, I was having heart pulpitations and at one point the left half my body went numb and all I could see out of my left eye was a bright flash, I tried to get up but couldnt for a good 3 minutes. Decided just to go full limp and see if I'd make it or not, i was trying to fight the numbness and headache but couldn't.

After this I got up, found my balance, proceeded to hock up a handful of mucus and went back to to cash because my 15min was over.

Later that week at school my counselor had been helping me with classes and decided to dig deep into my personal life, I let her have it and told her I was "testing" myself with coffee and cigarettes to see how long I could go before something happened, and the next day she asked if she could take me to the hospital to have me checked out medically, I said yeah sounds like a good idea, it really did I felt like shit, so we did and I proceeded to have a mental break down, never once did I bring up all the fucking selling my soul shit, nah I'm not that stupid son. But I did bring up what actually happened, and how I struggled with depression in middle school, once writing a suicide note and another time making a video giving my farewells, I was in grade 6 and 7.

Along with my story of coffee and cigarettes I gave them enough juicy details to keep me locked up for a fucking month, they did tests on me to make sure I was okay, everything checked out, I was actually in optimal health. I won't lie it wasn't that bad, there was lots of nurses, like sexy ass nurses, and I ended up working out a lot in my room, I was up early in the morning and couldn't be on my phone, so everything was good except being locked up in a hospital, they ended up sending me to a troubled teens home were I stayed for about a week or two, finally got out and ended up dropping out of school.

Well I hope you enjoyed that, it took a lot of brain power and about 3 hours to write (nonstop) nearly cried but I'm feeling good about it, everything in this story is 100% true, message me for questions, or if you want some pictures of my journey, I'll even show you my wand;) also some bts of other things that happened in Tofino.

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My Anxious Prince

Wanted to do something different with fanfiction and write Virgil as the prince instead of Roman, don’t think I’ll be writing more than this one peice.

Summary: The kingdom of Dagragon, known for the many dragons that lived in its surrounding forests, is a kingdom of peace and trade. Two sons were born to the king and queen, Thomas and Virgil Nightless. Thomas is the oldest of the two and was the better candidate for an arranged marriage with another kingdom to keep the peace.

With Thomas gone, Virgil has to take on the responsibility of heir to the throne, that means lots of studying, training, and mock council meetings. This generally leaves him with very little free time, and when he does he is not allowed to leave the castle. To solve this problem he sneaks out at night, enjoying the fresh air and observing the citizens he will one day be ruling over.

Words: 2669

Pairings: Logicallity (eventual Prinxiety)

Warnings: light cussing at the end, some blood (if I need to add one please let me know!)

Chapter 1

Our story begins with a young man no more than 20 years old hiding in the shadows, his eyes ever changing hues of brown, currently, a shade of chocolate as they darted about scanning the large and dimly lit foyer of the castle.

It was late at night so most of the occupants of the castle were fast asleep by now, he has done this at least a dozen times by now. There was no need for him to feel so- so terrified right now, right?

He nervously chewed the bottom of his lip, pulled his violet cloak closer to him, and out through a large wooden door, exiting the castle. He could feel himself breathing easier as the main gate to the castle grounds drew closer.

He could see two guards manning the gate, and another figure waiting idly for him.

As soon as he was in hearing distance of the group the figure spoke to him

“I was beginning to assume you had been caught there, Virgil. ” His voice was steady, with a professional tone.

Even in the dark Virgil could make out his friends outfit, the usual crisp, clean scholars suit accompanied by a satchel full of books. Their black hair styled neatly away from their face, everything about him was professional.

Logan Newson had been hired as his tutor by his parents, they had thought it might be a good idea for someone closer to his age to teach him so he wouldn't go running off to meet people outside the castle. Turns out he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would, Logan and him bonded over their social awkwardness, and surprisingly he was able to convince Logan to agree to a deal, they sneak out of the castle at night, and he can turn those nights into learning experiences.

“I almost was, one of mothers maids nearly found me in a corridor,” Virgil responded, taking deep breaths to steady his heartbeat from his run over. He made a hand gesture to the guards, who are familiar to Virgil’s outings, to open the gate and let them pass.

Talking as they walked “I see your seamstress finally finished your.-” Logan gestured with a hand to Virgil's outfit “street clothes as you called them.”

Virgil was currently dressed in a plain white tunic, a thin lavender vest over it designed like one from the commonwealth, black trousers and a pair of black boots. All of this topped off with his violet cloak with an intricate silver design along the bottom rim. Oh and of course he never left anywhere without his sword, strapped to his side, you never know what’s gonna happen.

Virgil nodded, self-consciously adjusting the hood “Like I had said before, I needed something discrete to wear, or it would be easier for me to be caught.”

Logan silently raised an eyebrow glancing at the design on the cloak, in all honesty, he didn’t think Virgil needed the cloak,

“The seamstress, Taylon, insisted on the silver design, something about Royalty must always look their best. ”

Logan nodded, acknowledging him. “So where are we gallivanting off to tonight?”

“Hmmm I don’t have anything in mind at the moment, may-maybe just walk around town and do some uh tax trivia?” Virgil winced at his stutter, when unsure of his words he tended to get stuck on them as well as when he gets extremely anxious.

Thankfully unlike his parents Logan wouldn’t point it out or reprimand him for it. No, he merely pushed his glasses further up his nose and continued the conversation.  

“That is a good suggestion, it has been a while since we have gone over the subject of taxes. I shall start with some scenarios and you come up with solutions for them.”

In another part of town, we find another young man laying wide awake in bed. He had a book laying open on his chest. He was supposed to be sleeping, but he couldn’t help but stay up late reading and fantasizing about great adventures instead.

Stuck working with his family in the trading business there wasn’t much room for adventuring, so he had to stick with books to satisfy him. His favorite ones were that of which entailed a prince rescuing a princess.

He loved imagining himself as the prince, going through dangerous and daring quests until he finally rescues his damsel in distress, the satisfying glory of finding his lost loved one. Sometimes he imagined himself in the princess’ place instead, suffering for ages until the day came, where he is rescued by a handsome knight and he is swept off his feet.

But that doesn’t happen to people like him, he was just part of a noble family. The day would soon come where he would have to pick another nobleman’s daughter as his wife and continue working the trade with his new family.

Unhappy with that thought he quickly got out of bed and began to dress. He can still enjoy the freedom he has now. Once dressed he gave himself a once-over in the tall mirror by the bedroom door. He had chosen to wear a white tunic with golden lace on the sleeves, a pair of brown trousers and black boots.

He scrunched up his nose before fixing their hair, then with a nod was satisfied with his reflection and quietly left his room.

The only light on in the house at the moment was a dim candlelight in the kitchen, someone was still up. All he had to do was sneak past and he can leave with no questions asked.

“Roman?” a voice behind him asked

Roman jumped startled and whipped around to face the person behind him

“Geeze didn’t mean to scare you!”

Roman immediately recognized his younger brother “Nate! Why in the high heavens are you up right now?!” he added a dramatic wave of his hand

“ I could ask you the same thing.” Nate countered with a roll of his eyes, he was all to use to the dramatics of his older brother.

“Mhm Touché, Slumber has seemed to have slipped from my grasp and thought a nice stroll would help catch her once more. Your turn”

Nate rubbed the back of his neck and looked down guiltily “ I forgot to deliver that pound of flour to the Knead for Sweets bakery today”

Roman sighed if frustration but smiled and ruffled Nate’s hair “If you weren’t such a procrastinator it would have gotten done, Since I’m heading out already I’ll take it for you”

Nate’s eyes shoot towards Roman “You won’t tell father will you?!”

“No I’ll let it slide this time, next time tho I’ll be letting him handle it”

“ thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!” Nate exclaimed “ I had no idea how I was gonna carry that heavy sack all the way to the bakery”

“Alright, enough of that. Go to bed already, I’ll see you in the morning” Roman gently pushed his brother towards another bedroom.

“Night Roman”

“Good night” Once Nate was in his proper room Roman took the flour sack that Nate had left on the kitchen floor and hoisted it over his shoulder, it was really heavy but nothing he couldn’t handle and made his way to Knead for Sweets.

Upon arriving at the bakery Roman noticed the lights were still on. Quickly entering through the front door he found the baker startled awake at the front counter.

“Patton? Why are you still open, shouldn’t you be closed right now, and more importantly in bed?” Roman asked

“Oh Hi Roman, um I had trouble sleeping came here to bake and keep my mind off things-” Patton interrupted himself “Oh my gods is that the flower I ordered, I was worried I wouldn’t make it through the next morning without that!” he had begun bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement

Roman chuckled “You want this in the usual spot?”

“Yes, please! Oh, and I have a pie you can take home!”

Roman nodded and made his way to the back of the bakery, Patton was about to follow him but his attention was turned to the front door as the little bell rang, announcing the arrival of possible customers.

Virgil could already taste the sweet delights in the bakery from the smell alone. After spending some time on the tax trivia he had been craving something sweet, after spotting Patton’s bakery he insisted to Logan they go in.

Logan tried to persuade him that it wasn’t a good idea. He had uncharacteristically begun stumbling over excuses for them not to enter the shop. Only making Virgil want to come in more his curiosity getting the better of him at why Logan was acting so strange.

Now Virgil understood why

An adorable short and a little chubby young man, probably around their age,  was in charge of the bakery and obviously had Logan wrapped around his little finger.

He was bouncing with joy his red hair bouncing along with him “Lo-lo! I was wondering why you hadn’t visited today. I made heart shaped cookies!”  he exclaimed with giggles of excitement coming around the counter to come hug Logan

Logan’s dark blue eyes softened “Hello Patton, I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier I was busy” Logan’s voice had dropped the professional tone and a had become sweet and loving. A small smile had crawled onto his face as he hugged back his small ball of sunshine. With Patton standing closer, Virgil could see all the freckles under Patton's light blue eyes

“ So this is the guy you were gushing over for a week of my lessons?” Virgil couldn't help but smirk as he teased him

Logan’s eyes grew wide “ You promised never to disclose that information!”

Virgil shrugged before he could say another word Patton had his full attention on him next, having stepped away from Logan and was standing close to Virgil, a little too close in his opinion.

“Wow kiddo, your cloak is so fancy! Did you make it yourself? How long did it take to make? Is it heav-” Logan interrupted him, he could tell Virgil was becoming overwhelmed  “Patton careful, take a breath and start again.”

“Hehe right, I’m sorry. I get a little um overboard sometimes. I’m not sure if we have met before but my name is Patton Gentelborne, you can just call me Patton.”

Taking a breath to recover from the onslaught of questions, Virgil hesitated before introducing himself. “My na-name is Virgil, um Virgil Nightless. It’s nice to meet you”

Thankfully either Patton didn’t realize Virgil was the prince by his last name or didn’t appear to show it.

“ Nice to meet you too! Now am I right to assume your out here so late cause your hungry? I have some cream puffs I was just about to throw out if you want”

Virgil nodded vigorously, cream puffs where the best pastries and no one could tell him otherwise.  Logan shrugged, he wasn’t into sweets all that much.

Patton showed them to a table to sit and hurried off to the back. When he returned someone unfamiliar was following him

“Roman, If you really insist on leaving already then take some cream puffs to go, I’ll make sure to have fresh ones next time.” Patton offered

“Thanks, but I’ll have to accept that offer another time. Bye Patton.” Roman graciously declined with a half bow and left with the bell jingling behind him.

After some time getting to know Patton, enjoy some embarrassing stories of Logan trying to bake, and stuff his face full of cream puffs. Virgil was ready to go.

Thinking for a moment, he decided to leave Logan to enjoy the company of his lover and politely excused himself “Your sure you don’t want me to escort you back to the castle?”

“Yes, I’m fine Logan. You enjoy yourself, I’ll see you tomorrow” And with that Virgil left, walking down the dark streets by himself

After a few blocks chills ran up his spine, was that a shout for help? He stopped in his tracks and listened closely.  

There it was again! Shouting! It sounded like it could be some kind of fight.

Virgil bit his lip holding tightly to his cloak, should he run or go help? If he ran could be leaving someone in danger, but if he did go help he could be putting himself in danger. If he didn’t help a citizen in need wouldn’t that make him a bad prince? But he also shouldn't be out here in the first place, he wouldn’t have known...

With a frustrated shout, he makes up his mind and runs toward the shouting.

As he nears he slows down and uses the shadows to his advantage, he can see three gentlemen surrounding another man, they were complaining about something not being delivered yet.

These were all older man, whom should know better than to start fights. The younger man they had surrounded was trying to stand tall but was obviously having difficulty from being battered by the other people's fists.

Wait! He recognized him! That’s the guy from the bakery, Patton called him Roman right?

There was a sudden ringing of metal, the sound of a weapon leaving its sheath!

Virgil’s eyes caught the glint of metal, one of the men had a small knife and the other two held swords.

They were gonna kill him!

Before Virgil even knew what was happening his body moved on its own, he charged in just as the guy with the knife stabbed Roman. His sudden appearance had surprised the group of men giving him time to draw his own sword.

Beautifully crafted, his sword had a Silver hilt, unlike the traditional gold, with a few white and purple jewels embedded in it. Black leather was wrapped around the handle. Etched on the blade itself was the saying Demons run when a good man goes to war. He needed to be quick or Roman may bleed out. Virgil watch each of the men in front of him cautiously, he has been taught how to use his sword, he can do this

The guy on his left charges toward him sword raised high and chops it down in one sweeping arc. Virgil clumsily blocks it, a real sword fight was definitely different from training!

The man brings his sword up and down again but in a different direction this time. Frantically Virgil is blocking his attacks, he needs to find a way to beat him.

That’s when Virgil sees it, an empty can behind his assailant. Quickly he pushes his opponent when he blocked his attack, sending him tripping over the can.

He hadn’t noticed that during the fight his hood had managed to slip off and the men before him could clearly see him glaring down on them.

“M’lord?! We had no idea it was you! We didn’t mean t-” “You are lucky that your friend here didn't cut me or I would have the three of you hanged! Leave before I decide otherwise!”

The man hastily picked up their friend and left looking back every now and then to make sure they were really seeing the prince standing there.

Virgil let out the breath he was holding and nearly collapsed to his knees. extremely thankful he hadn’t stuttered. Gods he is never doing that again, ever!

A strangled cough behind him reminded him why he was there in the first place

“Shit!” He whipped around to find Roman sitting against the wall, blood staining the side of his shirt. His neat almost caramel colored blond hair had fallen into his eyes, their nose scrunched up in pain.

Virgil quickly kneeled down beside him, “Your-Your gonna b-be ok!” gods what was he supposed to do, the guy was stabbed in the side from the obvious amount of blood on his shirt, but he wasn’t a doctor, he didn’t know how to help.

Roman’s eyes were fluttering closed “Hey! St-stay with me, You are-are not dying right after I rescued you!” Virgil slapped at his face to keep him awake, but it wasn’t working efficiently

“Damn it! Someone help! Come on stay-stay awake!!!”

[aaronmascoll]

Chapter 14 - Colt

By the time they reached the pier, the suns had fully set. Colt's clothes were soaked, and he was freezing. When they had reached a black gate with iron bars, Linhu pulled over. "I fucking forgot how long it takes to get here!" Al said jumping down from the cart.

Colt jumped out the back of the cart and started stretching. "How much farther is it?" Colt asked.

"Calm your tits, we're almost there!"

Al ended paying Linhu double his original price. He bowed, turned around and left. The gate they now approached didn't have any guards in front of it, and all the buildings along the gate seemed abandoned. Al opened the gate and together they went through it. The road they now walked on, was made from wood, and the buildings looked like old boats that had been converted into living spaces. They walked down the main road to a bridge, where Colt learned why Al called it the pier.

From what Colt could tell, the pier used to be old boat docks that must've been abandoned. The boats and ships docked there were converted into houses, stores, and about everything else he could think of. At some point more docks were added, and then eventually abandoned. The process must've went on for years, because there were now enough stores, house boats, and docks for it to classify as a city.

Some of the docks were connected in odd ways, turning left and then right, stretching on for miles out into open ocean. Fishermen in dinghies, rafts, and sailboats sailed their way down canals, that separated the docks. Colt followed Al as she jumped into the back of a fisherman's sailboat. He saw them, but paid them no attention. "Don't touch my fish!" Was all he said.

From boat to boat, Colt and Al made their way farther and farther into the pier. "Finally!" Al said as she jumped out onto a dock. She walked through a door on the side a large ship that looked like it had been placed there in a hurry. Colt followed her in, and found himself standing in the middle of bar, on the bottom of the ship. Men and women were sitting at wooden tables, some square and others round, drinking beer from glasses of all shapes and sizes.

Colt made his way to the bar where Al was talking to the bartender, a small brunette women with pale skin, that wore a tight black shirt that showed off her very large breast. The bar itself was a series of wooden barrels stacked on top of each other, with a wooden plank place over them. The bartender handed Al a wooden mug and she walked away with a smile on her face. Colt sat down on one of bar stools and let out a long breath. "Long day, honey?" The bartender said.

"Oh, yeah," Colt sighed.

The bartender turned around and fill a glass mug with a brown liquid that foamed at the top. She place the mug in front of Colt. "Here, that'll cheer you up."

"I don't think I can pay for it."

The bartender put a finger to her chin. "I'll buy that sweater from you. I could use the fabric."

"How much?"

"Five gold pieces."

"I don't even know how the currency works here."

"It's pretty simple actually." The bartender reached below the bar and then place three coins one the bar, one bronze, one silver, and the last one gold. "A hundred bronzes equal one silver. And a hundred silvers equal one gold. Simple, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. You got yourself a deal."

Colt took off his sweater and handed it to the bartender. She didn't look surprised to see his Chakrams. After she folded the sweater, she turned around and began to rise. At first, he thought she had cast some kind of spell from the way she floated upward so casually, but when Colt looked over the bar, he realized he was wrong. The lower half of her body was that of a snake. Green and black scales covered her tail, which twisted and turned it way around the back of the bar. After she put the sweater on the shelf, she reached under the bar and put four more gold coins on the counter. "Here you go," she said with smile. "The beer is on the house."

Colt scooped up his coins, and went to join Al at a table, just next to a window, she had claimed as hers. Colt looked at the gold coins. On one side there was a moon, and on the other three suns. Colt was almost there, when a drunk guy stumbled into him and snatched the gold coin from his hand. "Give that here, boy!" He said as turned and began to walk away.

"Hey, asshole!" Colt yelled.

The man suddenly turned and punched Colt in the face, spilling his beer all over himself. Everyone in the bar laughed, as Colt picked himself up. He didn't feel angry, the guy was drunk. But, he did want his gold back. He grabbed the guy by his flimsy linen shirt, and spun him around. Just right when he was about to punch the guy square in his crooked nose, he pulled a knife from somewhere, and took a large swing at Colt's face. He ducked under it and gave the guy a hip toss, but the strangest thing happened when he did it, the guy flew straight across the bar and crashed through one of the windows. He screamed and hit the water with a loud splash.

There was something going on with Colt's body. He had never felt so strong. His eyesight was blurred, but when he took his contacts lenses out, it was better than ever. With his eyesight working better than he could ever imagine, he watched as a guy, from the other side of the bar, grab a knife from his boot a throw it at him. The knife flew through the air as if in slow motion. Colt simply plucked the knife out of the air and threw at the women that ge somehow heard trying to sneak up on him from behind with a hatchet. The knife found its way into her throat. She abruptly fell to the floor and clawed at her throat as she choked on her own blood.

The next forty seven seconds was like a scene out of a action movie. Nineteen of the bar patrons tried to kill Colt, and all of them failed. Severed body parts lay at his feet, blood covered every inch of his body, and all he could think of was that he felt nothing for any of these people. The sound of the bar door opening let Colt know that the guy that first punched him finally climbed his was out of the canal. He listened to the guy scream and curse as he struggled to pull himself onto the dock. All the while he massacred half the bar. The guy looked at the bodies and pools of blood, and fell to his knees. "I'm sorry," he cried. "I didn't mean to offend you, your greatness."

Colt walked closer to guy. He cried so much, Colt didn't think he would stop. "Just give me my gold back," Colt said.

The guy searched his soaking wet clothes, but came up empty. "I must've dropped it, your greatness."

"Just get out."

Colt walked across the bar, passed the bodies and pools of blood, and sat next to Al as she continued to sip on her beer with a happy smile on her face. "No Champions allowed on Saturdays," Al said.

"Who would make a stupid rule like that?" Colt said as took Al's beer from her and chugged the rest of it.

"I did."

Colt coughed as the beer he drank tried to come back up. "Wait, you-"

"This is my bar," Al said with a devilish smile. "And you just killed some my valued customers."

"Yeah, after they tried to kill me!"

"And almost all of them owed me a very large debt."

"What are you saying?!"

"I'm saying, unless you got three hundred and forty five thousand gold peices to give me, then I own you bitch!"

[jujubieberbae]

Tattoo

Requested: No.

Kind of winging it. Enjoy.

****

A shaky breath was soon released from my body as we awaited for the tattoo artist to return. My body was shaking with nerves and nothing was seeming to calm me down. I've never gotten a tattoo before, even after claiming for years that I always really wanted one.

It's just always been something that I've procrastinated upon and held back - always seeming to make up an extremely lame excuse as to why I couldn't get a tattoo any time soon but really, I was just nervous.

But here I am, standing directly in the center of a tattoo parlor with a pounding heart and shaky hands. The only reason I actually had the guts to drive down and be here right now was because Justin practically begged me to come and get one.

I disagreed at first but it wasn't long before he was sending me his famous smirk and offering me a deal I was willing to accept. If I got a tattoo, he would get one as well. Or rather - another tattoo. He's already gotten many before, so I don't really understand why it made me feel better that he was recieving one wih me. But it did.

So thats how I got stuck, being a nervous wreck in the middle of a well decorated Tattoo parlor.

"Relax baby. Don't be nervous." Justin assured from the tattoo chair besides me.

In an unconvincing gasp of a high pitched voice, I managed to squeak. "What makes you think I'm nervous?"

Justin only looked down on me as if I were a child who had missed the obvious point, "For one, you've sighed around 15 times. You keep tapping your foot on the ground and when your nervous your voice gets higher." He pointed out.

Damn, why must my boyfriend know me so well.

I sighed, soon shutting my mouth with wide eyes when he threw me a pointed stare. Make that 16 sighs.

Finally Justin fell acomb to defeat - finally realising that maybe I was a little more nervous then he anticipated me to be. "Babe, It dosen't hurt that much." He sympathetically granted me a lopsided smile.

Though only two words seem to stick in my head, "That much?! " I exclaimed.

Justin blew a sigh of his own. "Yes Y/N. I'm not going to go ahead and start ranting about how painless this is and that it dosen't hurt at all because then I would just be lying."

Well that's a great thing to say to a person who's just about to get a tattoo, already fearing for there potential life ahead. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating just a little but still - really Justin? Thanks for the pep talk.

Mental eyeroll.

Though he continued. "But its nothing you can't handle. Believe me. I wouldn't force you to do anything I didn't think you couldn't handle." He assured. At the sweet words, I smiled at boyfriend, nodding my head.

Thats when the tattoo artist returned from wherever he had gone, a few items in hand. One being what looked like a cloth and the other being a gauze roll.

I pointed towards the roll. "What's that for?" I asked.

The bulky tattoo artist who was seemingly sheeted in tattoos himself, flicked his eyes towards me and grinned sweetly. "Gotta wrap it up in something when we're done. Its stops the blood from seeping into your shirt." He explained.

My eyes shot towards Justins in a split second, feeling my heart sink further into my chest "BLOOD ?!"

Justin's face fell amused, and he let out a strangled chuckle. Yeah, well, I was going to strangle him. "Relax baby girl." He smiled

The tattoo artist laughed heartedly and seeped his eyes over to Justin's, a finger extended to point back at me. "First time?"

Justin sighed. "You have no idea." I pouted and he smirked at my expression.

The man laughed and made his way over to my seat, where he then proceeded to place the items in hand on a metal table besides him. The table extended out to a bulky looking machine, I presumed to be the tattoo gun and at the sight of the monstrous looking device, I gulped.

My eyes subconsciously trailed over to glare at Justin, realising that a woman who I assumed to be another tattoo artist had approached him and began asking questions about the tattoo he wanted to get. Thankfully, Justin and I had already discussed this topic.

"So, what can I do for you today?" The artist asked in a deep southern accent.

I slid a hand in my pocket, pulling out the sketch I had drawn and handed it over to the man.

His eyes flickered over it a few times, nodding in appreciation at the work. I did take an art class or two. Okay thats a lie, I'm an art major. "Does it have a meaning?" He asked.

"There isn't too much meaning to it, but it represents him," I pointed towards Justin. "And nobility."

"Nobility?" He nodded. "I like it." The tattoo artist smiled. "Wheres it going?"

"Just below my left collar bone." I answered

He smiled. "Alright, you don't have any problems with needles or anything?" He asked.

"....I don't think so." I hesitated.

"Alright, well if the pain gets too harsh to handle, just tell me and we can take a break."

Thats when the flicker of the tattoo needle sounded, a light buzzing sound filling my ears as I watched the man pull the needle nearer and nearer to my skin until finally, it made contact with the thin layer of flesh by the bone.

I hissed, squinting my eyes as the man continued on with the tattoo. I'll admit, it didn't hurt as much as I anticipated it to be but It definitely was no walk in the park either.

Slowly but surely, managing to do so without moving my shoulder to much, I looked over at Justin who was just starting on his tattoo as well.

The artist wiped the last bit of blood off with the folded up cloth as he finished up the tattoo, turning off the machine. I sighed in relief noticing that the session had come to an end and opened my eyes which were glossy with tears.

With the back of my hand, I managed to wipe away the tears scattered across my eyes quick enough before the man could notice and thats when I heard him say. "Alright sweetheart, all done. Take a look."

I slowly but surely shifted my neck to crease down at my newly tattooed skin by my collarbone. And at the peice of ink scorned permanently across my chest, I quealed. It was amazing, just how I imagined it. I smiled, looking over to the artist who was admiring the masterpiece he had created on my chest.

"Its amazing! Thank you!" I exclaimed.

"No problem. Wasn't too bad, was it?" He asked.

With the squint of my eyes, I shrugged. "It hurt, but not as much as I was expecting it too."

He smiled, nodding his head. "Would you do it again?" He asked.

Would I? "Yeah. I mean, I love tats. I've just always been too afraid to come and catually get one. But now that I've done it and I know that its not as bad, yeah. Definitely." I smiled.

"Good. Lot of people get turned off after there first tat."

"Well, not me." I laughed.

"Good to know." His eyes shifted over to Justin, "Well, looks like your boyfriend's done."

I followed the man's eyes over to where Justin sat, also looking down on his freshly completed tattoo. A smile adorned my face in admiration of my boyfriend, just as the tattoo artist began wrapping up my tattoo, which may I say sat quite awkwardly, considering the position it was in. But soon enough, we had paid for the tattoo's and left the parlor.

The next morning

Justin and I stood around our friends, smiling as they all eagerly watched and waited. We haven't really taken our bandages off since we received our tattoo's so this was really a surprise for everyone. All our friends were here. Ryan, Chaz, Hailey, Kendall, Maejor, my best friend Avery, Justin and I's parents, even Justin's manager - Scooter.

"Ready?" We both smiled.

Everyone nodded.

Justin and I shot each other a quick glance before slowly beginning to remove our own bandages off, finally revealing our settled tattoos. My smile fell so wide at the look of my own, and I was quick to jot over and glance at Justin's. It was perfect and I don't think we could have chosen better tattoo's. Everyone stared in awe, wowing at the final result.

"They look so good!" Maejor yelled.

"They do look really good sweetie." Pattie smiled.

"Thanks. I really like them." Justin replied. "What about you?"

Looking down at our tattoo's once more, I grinned wide. "I love them."

They were perfect.

Fit for a king and a queen.