#men uhg people uhg humanity uhg

[pyxisspeaks]

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[findafight]

god i love when fics have steve experiencing insane things but being nonchalant about it bc he thinks it's normal when it absolutely is not. i like to think there have been multiple instances where other guys have been like psychosexually obsessed w steve so when billy starts acting like that steve's just like "ugh again?" like imagine if when he's dating eddie he's just casually like "god isn't it so annoying when other guys get like aggressively obsessed w you and stare at you all the time?" and eddie is sitting there chanting wtf in his head wondering how steve is a real human.

Ya I think it'd be very funny if kinda very strange things happen to Steve and he figures that it's just a normal thing. He'll be sitting around with people like hey y'all ever think about when you and your friends would dig a big hole and pretend to bury someone alive and hold a funeral for them and then they'd go home and tell your parents you died in the woods? When your mom ran into the forest she found you covered in flowers and dirt staring at the sky thinking about how cool it'd be to decompose into the ground she cried and it was probably the first time you saw a grown up cry? And every one is like uhhhhh no. Our friends did not actually fake our death semi successfully and scare our parents??? And he goes oh. Huh. Weird!

my HC is Robin is Steve first similar age friend that has not wanted to fuck him since eighth grade. This is funny because she has also never been normal about him. No one has ever been normal about Steve.

I think it's also very funny that Billy teamed up with Tommy, who you know has never been normal about Steve in his life. Like maybe when Steve was in middle school there was a guy who also was weirdly obsessed with Steve except he and Tommy viciously hated each other. Like straight up brawling and crying about it and Steve is there like what the fuck are you doing??? And Carol beside him just shaking her head going uhg Steve they're being gross let's leave.

But Tommy and Billy...They sniffed each other out or something idk how but they found each other and were obsessed with Steve together in a toxic positive feedback loop. And poor Steve is sitting here like "uhg 😑 Still? Another one? Why does this keep happening?" As though it's a completely regular occurrence. Bro. Buddy. What is your life actually.

Eddie finding out about this history and he's just like. No. Steve. I do not know what it's like to have men stare at me with thinly disguised lust?? But also keeping to himself that he was ALSO obsessed with Steve. He's like oooh my god. I'm not the only one?? The one thing I have in common with Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove is our weird obsession with Steve? What kinda world...

Except he's also immensely smug about it because yeah other guys have been obsessed with Steve. It seems to be a Hawkins right of passage for their age group. But Eddie actually got him. He fucking won.

[fighting-these-demons]

Sorry this whole Chilch*ck is somehow a Sh*ta to Devils Advocates and Transphobes thing just really fucking bugs me so I'm just gonna keep reblogging good takes

Like literally he's a comment on racial stereotypes about masculinity and how that's related to perceived maturity in eastern vs western cultures and how autistic people are stripped of their adulthood/personhood because people refuse to see them as the adults that they are despite so many indicators to the contrary.

Like so many IRL Asian men and Native men are shorter and don't grow much facial hair.

They're often confused for being younger than they are by White people as a result.

(Not even getting into how white men like to call men of other races Boy - especially black men- to take away their agency and put themselves and their own teenagers above full grown men of other races. In importance and trustworthiness.)

Like I get this is the Piss on the Poor website but like.

Uhg.

"How is it different than the 1000 year old loli trope?"

Well the literal ONLY similarity is that they both "look young" and even then Ch*lch*ck's only youthful features are his eyes, his rounder face and his height.

His movements and personality and manner of speaking are all adult.

They don't even do the 1000 year old trope with him because it's literally the opposite.

Half foots die before Tall Men and Dwarves.

So his age is Smaller but he's actually mutch more mature than that smaller age leads you to believe when held against Normal IRL Human Age. So literally at IRL Human Age of consent he's already knocked his wife up at their own legal age of consent because he was already a man.

And even then he's still the oldest in the party afaik - with actual maturity factored in despite only being 29 years old.

Whereas the 1000 year old loli trope applies IRL Human Age to these child characters who are children in their own races and cultures to try to say that because they're over IRL Human Age of consent it's OK to sexualize them like.

It's literally the exact opposite. And in both cases you shouldn't be measuring by Human Age of Consent as the standard. You should be measuring by their own race's.

When you use the arguments that are used AGAINST the 1000 year old Loli Dragon trope- you come out in favor of Ch*lch*ck!!! BECAUSE HE IS AN ADULT!!!!

The only similarity is that they both have round faces and eyes but like

- shocker -

Most Asian and Native features are also more round and soft than European ones which tend to be more angular.

I wonder what that loops right back to?????? Could it be the point that western standards of appearance tend to infantilize full grown men of other races and that it causes them pain and distress???

Devils Advocate and Transphobe feel an All Encompassing Pull to Um Actually with incorrect takes because they're not attracted to a particular character. Fall into typical racist and transphobic pitfalls while doing so.

Like hell if you want to bitch and moan about it privately then go off but like do you have to jump on someone else's post to spread your bullshit?

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

So, I went to a national park yesterday with my siblings, and while there I thought over my own little np au, and really got thinking about it when we were stuck waiting for a huge herd of bison to pass by.

So, here’s a fun little one-shot for the au with Crowley, Aziraphale, and wild animals.

Warning: for the love of fuck, please do not approach wild animals of any sort in a national or state park! And do not feed them human food, this is not good for them, and this gets them too used to humans, meaning that they could get hurt, or you could get hurt if you bother them too much.

On with the fic!

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“You’d think that people would be a bit more considerate about the beauty of this park when, ya know, they’re fawning over it while they toss their trash about.” Crowley grumbled as he speared at a half empty bag of chips, clearly discarded and left for some animal to get into. He tossed it into his mobile trashcan. 

“It is a darn shame.” Aziraphale sighed, following along, gesturing with a finger at a crumpled beer can. It vanished, but it ended up in the can to be tossed away. “We’ve got signs posted all over the park, especially at the rest areas and campgrounds! They’re even in a variety of languages!”

“Humans are just like that, angel. They take this world for granted.”

“Have you ever tossed your rubbish about like this?”

“Ehhh... when I was younger, didn’t even seem to care, didn’t know any better. Auntie Ash got on me about it, put the fear of her into me, been a lot better about it since.” Crowley replied, stabbing more trash with his spiked pole. “And since workin’ here... uhg. Yeah, no. Not throwin’ anymore trash on the ground.”

“Good call.” Aziraphale smiled before frowning, turning his head in the direction of one of the picnic tables nearby. He had noticed something going on out of the corner of his eye (and his unseen Eyes), a bit of excited chattering and activity with a group of tourists. 

He could see a group of young college-aged humans, giggling and laughing, chatting about something they were circled around. A few of them even had out their cellular telephones, and Aziraphale gently put a hand on Crowley’s shoulder. “Dear, what are they doing over there?”

“Hm?” Crowley turned, glancing over. “What, that group? Looks like they’re excited about something. Can you see what they’re looking at with your spooky eyes?”

Aziraphale scoffed, muttering under his breath that his extra Eyes were not ‘spooky’. He could see, in just a blink, what the group was surrounding. It appeared to be two raccoons, and they were feeding them junk food.

“Oh! OH! No, no, stop, don’t do that!” Aziraphale shouted, rushing over, startling the group. “Don’t feed those animals!”

“What’re you freaking about, old man?” One of the young men said, and Aziraphale made a face at being called ‘old man’, how rude some humans could be! He was neither old nor a man! “

“Yeah, they came up to us!” A girl complained. “How could we say no to those li’l faces!”

“Easily.” Crowley stated as he approached. “Look, it’s cute and shit when you see people online feedin’ animals in videos from people involved in animal conservation and stuff. I get that, I love that kinda shit, but you are not qualified to do that. And these are wild animals, they live in the park, they’re not at a center or a zoo, or whatever.”

“Yeah, but, like, they’re totally sweet and nice, came right up to us without a problem. Look, they’re not even sick! They like eating oreos!” Another girl smiled at the two raccoons, who didn’t seem to care at all of what was happening, they were busy munching on the treats left within reach.

Crowley slapped his forehead, dragging his hand down his face. “They’re not allowed to eat that. This is why animals get into the trash cans, which, mind you, are meant to have their lids on them, and are not meant to be left open for any number of animals to get into. You want bears? This is how you get bears! And they will not gently eat outta your hands, they’ll bite ‘em off!”

One of the other boys snorted. “As if we’re gonna listen to a janitor.”

“It’s basic knowledge for all park employees, you dumbass! And for tourists as well!” Crowley looked about ten seconds from screaming at these humans like he did his plants and Aziraphale held up a hand, gently patting it against his human’s chest.

“Here, let me handle this, my dear. I’ll talk some sense into these rowdy children.”

Before anyone could say anything, he turned to the group and smiled, ever so sweetly as he felt the Eye tattoos on his arms warm. “Now, if I were you, I think it would be wise to properly pack up all food items in secured containers, especially meat products. Those can be tied up with a rope and strung up in a tree for easy access for you, but it is difficult access for animals. And I think you should clean up all your trash, disposing of everything properly, without any fussing. Oh, and you owe Crowley here an apology.”

The college students blinked a few times, saying apologies to Crowley, all sounding like they meant it, as they started to pack up their food and trash. Aziraphale smiled sweetly still and then gently shooed off the raccoons, saying that there was probably a yummy blackberry bush a bit away from here just asking for someone to eat its berries. 

He turned to Crowley, who looked a bit gobsmacked. “The hell did you just...”

“I’m very persuasive, Crowley.” Aziraphale flashed him a smile before returning to the trash can. “Come along, love, we’ve got to finish this before our date! We have reservations!” 

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Crowley probably would have gotten into a fight, because from what my sister told me from her own experience working at a national park, a lot of employees were down to fight tourists. 

[ahungeringknife]

365: April 14-16

Excuse me just vomits out all my SW/Destiny crossover emotions There will be more because I'm having very much fun ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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Wolf was used to Padmé finding her after a Senate session to complain about it. Today was no different. The human came up and Wolf was happy to listen to her friend rag on Senator Por't'a O-Sol who complained long about how he worried that a craft guild in his system might be making noise about joining the Separatists. Wolf made noises to indicate she was listening as Padmé had not properly learned how to read a helmet yet. They were walking but Wolf wasn't quite sure where. She could vaguely hear Fox and Gregor behind them discussing something else.

"This has really got you in a state," Ghost said as they came to an intersection in the hall and had to pause for cross walking of other people in the Senate going across. "Usually it doesn't bother you this much."

Padmé took a breath like she was trying to master herself and then gave up. "Sometimes I just want to complain about stupid men," she said.

Wolf laughed softly. "We know all about that," Ghost said as they continued walking.

"Does Wolf ever lump you in with them?" Padmé asked innocently.

"No? Why would she? I'm not a man," Ghost said curiously.

"You're not?"

"No. I'm a Ghost," he said.

Padmé looked very confused. "Ghosts only have the genders they're assigned by people," Wolf said as explanation. "I call him he-

"But I really don't mind one way or another," Ghost shrugged with his fins.

"How curious. We gender our droids but they... are gendered," Padmé said.

"And as we've been over, I'm not a droid. I'm a Ghost," Ghost said rather cheerfully.

"Yes. Of course," Padmé said graciously. They'd arrived at some less used elevators. "I guess it's easy to get caught up in your own pre conceived notions," she said thoughtfully, hitting the button to call an elevator.

"You Republicans do tend to do that with Guardians," Ghost said and Padmé grimaced.

"So what were you saying about Zing Kay'ortha?" Wolf prompted because despite everything she did love hearing Padmé complain. It meant she didn't have to talk back which was great because she was awful at Senate politics still.

Being reminded Padmé quickly launched into a tirade about Zing as the elevator came and the four of them stepped in. Padmé pressed the button for her suite's floor and the elevator went up. Wolf kept listening politely, knowing Ghost and Fox were paying more attention than her. She followed Padmé out and was welcomed into Padmé's home in the Senate.

Fox laughed when Padmé grabbed her wig and threw it on the couch. "Uhg!"

"Why do you wear it if you don't like it?" Wolf asked.

"I do. It's just a lot today," Padmé said. "It's hard being a voice of reason when everyone is so ready to go to war." Then she paused and sighed, looking at Wolf and Fox. "Which you two are unsympathetic to."

"All we've known is war soooo," Wolf heard the sarcastic grin on Fox's voice. "Even if this is some seriously baby stuff." Fox sat on the couch, Wolf took a chair. Only now in the privacy of Padmé's home did they remove their helmets.

"You don't say," Padmé went to the wet bar and poured them all a drink. Not alcoholic. Padmé didn't drink like that unless at a function, which Wolf could appreciate.

"Well we were invaded by four species at once. So yes. Having a slap fight over trade agreements seems... trivial," Fox said. Then she perked up when Amelia came over and spoke into her ear. "What?"

"What?" Ghost asked.

"Wait," Fox looked at her tablet quickly. "Fuck- fuck," she jumped to her feet. "So sorry I need to run. I forgot I had a meeting with the aide of the CEO of-- uh," she looked at Amelia.

"Of the Limited Perfecta," Amelia said.

"Right! Them," Fox said.

"Who?" Wolf asked.

"They want to open up talks with the Empress. Shit I totally forgot. I need to go," she crammed her helmet back on. "See you home," and she signed to Wolf 'don't talk too much' which made her chuckle. Then she quickly saw herself out.

"Oh-- she really ran off," Padmé said, turning around with the refreshments.

"What's the Limited Perfecta?" Ghost asked her.

"It's a conglomerate that runs sports arenas," Padmé said putting Wolf's drink down. "Both legal and... not so legal," she added.

"Why would they want to talk to Empress Caiatl?" Ghost asked, shell clicking back and forth in confusion.

"Proving," was all Wolf said. Padmé sat where Fox had been sitting.

"... Why does this system always take our sacred rites as games?"

"I dunno. Ask Saladin," Wolf said mildly and grabbed her drink.

"That's not what the Iron Banner is," Ghost huffed.

"Sure," Wolf took a sip of the drink, it was some mild but very aromatic fruit juice of some sort.

"I'm sorry for my behavior," Padmé said while Wolf was drinking. All she could do was make a confused noise. "It appears my emotions are getting the better of me today. It's just that time."

"It's fine," Wolf said. "And what time? Should I go?" Wolf didn't get the phrase and that was besides the fact she'd learned Basic about four months before having to come to the Senate so sometimes idioms were lost on her.

"Only if that makes you uncomfortable," Padmé said. Wolf just kept looking confused. "It's that time of the month," Padmé said as explanation.

Wolf had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh," she said but Padmé didn't sound thrilled about it. "I'm sorry? Are you sure?" Shit was Padmé dying or something?

"Yes I left my medication at the bar this morning before our session. Didn't really register until now," Padmé huffed and leaned back on the couch, moody.

Wolf just sipped her drink and desperately looked at Ghost for help. He looked at confused as she was. "What's the medication for?" she asked and hoped she didn't come across as ignorant.

Padmé gave her a look. "You know," she said. "Right? Surely they have birth control in Sol."

"Yes," Ghost said because Wolf had no idea and she hoped very much it didn't show on her face. When Padmé said it she realized what it was but she had no idea what it would do. She was effectively an undead being. She breathed and acted like a normal living thing but some things just didn't work. Like bleeding, or having a steady pulse, and she was pretty sure if you scanned her brain it'd show as dead even if she was perfectly alive. She'd been a rotting corpse and skeletal remains for centuries before Ghost had found her.

"I don't take any," Wolf said hoping that would solve that mystery.

Padmé blinked at her. "You don't? Does Shin know that? Does he?"

Wolf was thrown by the question. "No, he does, and... no?" Shit was that the right answer? She was just answering truthfully she didn't know if she even needed to lie about this kinda stuff.

"How long have you been together again?"

"Uhh-" she looked at Ghost.

"I believe by Sol years it will be eleven years in a few months," Ghost said.

"I can never keep track. Shin cares about anniversaries and stuff," Wolf said almost apologetically.

"Really? You're both so young. That's so sweet," and Wolf felt like she was losing even more control over this situation. "I didn't know you two were trying for a family." Wolf's eyes widened. Oh dear. That was not what she was expecting this conversation to go.

"What- no that's not-

"You don't have to be coy with me," Padmé said with a grin. "That's wonderful. I'm happy for you." Wolf didn't even know what to say because Padmé looked genuinely excited on her behalf. "Have you planned anything out yet? Do your friends know?" Padmé gasped, "Am I the first one?" she seemed giddy at the thought.

Wolf looked at Ghost desperately. She had no idea what to say or do. Internally she was just screaming.

Thankfully Ghost was better at talking than her. "Padmé I just want to remind you Wolf's a very private woman. You're making her uncomfortable," he said gently.

"Oh! Oh I'm so sorry," Padmé said empathetically. "I got totally ahead of myself I look like such an idiot. We don't have to talk about it. I can only imagine how stressful it is trying to start a family while also being a Senator to such an important and dynamic system like Sol." Yeah. Right. Absolutely. And not, you know, that that wasn't what they were doing at all! "Forget I said anything," she waved her hand as if to dispel the air around them.

"Fox didn't tell us about her meeting with Limited Perfecta. I'd love to hear more," Ghost said and Wolf was so grateful he changed the subject. And if it was one thing Padmé was wonderful at it was explaining to the both of them some intricate political or economic dynamic happening in the Republic. Wolf didn't say a fucking word and just quietly drank her drink while Padmé talked to Ghost.

----

Shin found his girlfriend face down on the couch, no helmet, no suit. He paused in drying his hair with a towel looking at her. "Uh... are you okay?" he asked. Wolf made a loud groaning sound into the pillows like she was in pain but otherwise didn't move.

"We just go back from visiting Padme," Ghost said.

"Oh. Isn't she your friend? You usually like hanging out with her," Shin said slowly. Wolf spoke into the pillows. "I can't understand you when you're telling the cushions, darlin'," Shin said.

Wolf sat up and looked at him, "Padme thinks we're trying to have a baby," she said, deadpan.

Shin stood there in just a towel, an extra one over his shoulder. "How'd she get that impression?"

"Apparently human ladies have like... cycles? And Padme takes stuff so she doesn't get pregnant and she asked me if I did; which I don't because why would I?" Wolf asked him like she was crazy. "And then she asked if you did and I said no. And then she just assumed we're trying to have a baby!"

"Does she know we're undead?" Shin asked her, cocking his head. "And even if by some twist of the Light you were capable I shoot blanks."

"We agreed we weren't going to tell these people we're chosen dead," Wolf said.

"Riiiight."

"I think she's going to start planning a baby shower or something for me. We got off the topic but she came back around to it," Wolf said miserably.

"And you didn't tell her no?"

"I got flustered okay!"

Shin chuckled. "Yeah. I know, darlin'," he smirked.

"Uggh," Wolf covered her face with both hands. "She was just acting so snippy today about other Senators and apparently it has to do with that kinda stuff. That's why it even got brought up."

The door opened. "Why did I just get a message from Padme's aide about what traditions in Sol are like for new families?" Fox asked once the door was closed.

Wolf groaned and flopped back into the couch face first. "Padme thinks Wolf and I are trying to get pregnant," Shin said.

"That is categorically an impossibility not to mention physically impossible," Fox said, still not understanding.

"Yeah. We know," Shin said.

"How did she get that idea?"

"Wolf was too nice to tell her she was wrong," Shin said mildly, maybe enjoying how miserable it was making his girlfriend a bit too much. It was pretty funny.

"So what should I tell her?" Fox said.

"Nothing! Because we're not," Wolf cried.

"She seems the type to suggest alternative methods if... normal methodology doesn't work," Fox said.

"Traveler, it's almost as bad as talking about my sex life with Cat," Wolf said miserably to no one.

"I'll talk to her," Shin said.

"No you will not," Wolf said pointedly, sitting back up to look at him.

Shin rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to be a dick about it. These Lightless Republicans need to be coddled and let down gently about stuff when they have no idea what they're talking about. Also you didn't tell her no and she won't believe Fox," he motioned to the Warlock. "She'll believe me if I tell her what."

There was a pause, "Fine," Wolf groaned.

"So... what should I tell the aide?" Fox asked.

"Nothing. I'll talk to Padme tomorrow," Shin said.

"Great. Crisis adverted. I'd hate to think if this got around and suddenly the entire Senate was trying to get on your good side sending you baby presents."

"I'd literally rather die," Wolf said miserably.

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Shin didn't like dealing with Senators. Not if he couldn't help it. He was here strictly to support Wolf and be a gun if things got hairy. Padme was... fine. One of the least annoying politicians he'd known honestly. He had Fox make him an appointment properly and made sure she squeezed in time for him even though he knew Padme was busy.

Gregor opened the door for him when he arrived and let him into Padme's office, a copy of Wolf's just with a slightly different view and more plants. He was surprised by the plants honestly. Some of them reminded him of the crazy shit they grew in Neomuna. Padme smiled when she saw him, even in his cloak and helmet. He was polite and removed it when he sat at the chair opposite her desk.

"Didn't think you moved around without your better half," Padme said, smiling brightly at him like she knew something exciting.

"I go where needed," Shin said. "This is, unfortunately, not a social visit."

"Oh? Is something wrong?" Padme asked.

Shin breathed in deeply like he was readying himself for something. "Wolf told me about the conversation you had yesterday," he said. Padme nodded. "She wouldn't admit it but you made her upset."

"What? Why? That wasn't my intention at all," Padme said quickly.

"She knows that so she's not mad at you. She just was uncomfortable about your talk," Shin said gravely. He could see the question in her eyes. "Wolf isn't fertile," he said simply. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't exactly true either. "She doesn't like talking about it," he said as Padme covered her mouth with her hand. Which was a lie. Wolf didn't care but also... Wolf didn't care.

"Oh... oh I'm so sorry. I had no idea," she said.

"She knows that. But that's why I'm here. She didn't want to make you upset when you got an idea into your head. It's just... an impossibility," he said with great care. "Yesterday after your talk she was face down on the couch," not a lie but Shin omitted she was miserable not upset.

"I didn't know. She didn't tell me," Padme said.

"I know. It's not a thing we talk about. So just don't bring it up again?"

"Of course," Padme nodded. "I feel so bad now. I didn't mean to bring up something so upsetting." There was a pause, "I'm sure you've looked into it in Sol but here in the Republic-

"Padme," Shin said sharply. "Just let it go," realizing she was going to try and convince him some tech they had could help. Not that there was anything to help. Shin knew Wolf didn't even like kids all that much.

"Right. Sorry," she grimaced.

"Good. Thank you. That's all I wanted to talk about really," Shin got up and put his helmet back on. "Have a nice day, Padme. And don't beat yourself up about it too much, she's not mad."

"Thank you," Padme said but still looked upset at herself for being so insensitive.

Shin left her office, pinging Wolf as he did. "Yeah?" she asked, up beat.

"You in meetings?"

"For a little while, yeah. Why?"

"Just got done talking to Padme."

"And?"

"You might get some apology flowers-

"Aww. That's sweet," Wolf said. "But completely unnecessary," she added.

"But she did look like she'd rather die than bring it up again."

"Oh thank the Traveler," Wolf sighed as Shin got into an elevator to go down to Wolf's office level.

"Wanna play hookie and go to the range to shoot their little laser guns?" Shin asked with a grin, leaning against the inside of the elevator.

Wolf groaned, "Yes but I can't," she complained. "After. You coming here?"

"Yes."

"Great, you can scowl at this Corporate stooge Ghost and Fox are talking to. Something something pharmaceuticals," she said in disinterest.

Shin chuckled. "Sure thing, darlin'," he said as the elevator door opened and he walked out.

[nedxwynert]

do u have a crush or a partner ? fictional dont count lol

describe ur ex partner

what do you look in for a partner ?

did u ever meet someone who had what u wanted in a partner ?

sry for the many questions haha

my fav thing to ask is whats ur fav book atm ?

Do actor's count as well? 😅 if so....Henry Cavil. Other than that, no not really. Not looking for someone at the moment. Besides, the men in my town are....scary 😬 and definitely not my type.

Handsome, goofy af, charming. A guy who you can trust to leave your drink with.

I would say someone who can deal with people better than I can ��� (I feel like throwing up if I need to call someone I dont know) my social anxiety ass will hide from people and I need someone I feel comfortable with that can help me with it. I also look for someone who can be nerdy in the topics I love. Just somebody who is overall a fun person to be with and I dont have to change for them and can be myself with and for them to be as well. Find someone to be my Wall-E to my Eve ♡

I did back when I was in high school. He was super funny and we both liked similar stuff. He was also really hot in my eyes, but it just wasn't a good time for us and we just never were a thing. He's probably a whole new person now, but I only saw him once after graduation and we only waved to each other passing by. I still think of him every now and then.

Uhg! I honestly can't pick my fav! But a few of them are:

🌌"A Court of Mist and Fury" by Sarah J Maas (especially chapter 55 😏 as we all know)

❄"Ice Planet Barbarians" by Ruby Dixon

💀"Ghost" by Kat Blackthorne

(All of them are 18+ reads for explicit content!) I love my non!human romance books ♡ I also have a StoryGraph profile! Feel free to friend me there if you want! @Highlady_of_the_AutumnCourt

Thank you so much for the ask!! I hope these answers are good enough 🙃 im at work rn.

[itsuki-minamy]

LIMITED KINGSHIP, WAR STORIES:

CHAPTER 5: DRUNK WITH THE KING

* Mini Episodes KFCN (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

As soon as he woke up, a severe headache hit Hitoshi Soma.

"Uhg..."

With a groan, Soma blinked his muddy eyes several times. The side view of it showed tatami mats, chests of drawers, tables, and liquor bottles strewn about.

The liquor bottle was the trigger. At the same time that he remembered the taste of sake in his mouth, something hot and sour flowed from his stomach to his throat. He couldn't help but jump up and quickly looked around him and found the toilet. He stuck his head in there and Soma threw up all he wanted.

"Ah..."

As he endured the contraction reaction that made his body flip over several times, it became easier. He wiped the vomit that was contaminating his mouth with the palm of his hand and then Soma sat leaning on the toilet.

The interior of the room was miserable.

This is one of the multi-tenant rooms at the Kaume Detention Center. Since "Purgatory" has occupied this area, the Clansmans live where they want. The multi-tenant room, which was created for multiple people to wake up, was a popular spot and was also considered a superior room in "Purgatory."

He couldn't remember who was in that room, but at least now, several people, or what were human, were lying in a bottle of liquor.

There were two corpses, both female. One was half-naked and peeking from the belly to the bottom, and the other was almost charcoal. Without the breast lump, it would not have been possible to distinguish between men and women.

When he looked away from there, he saw a sleeping man leaning against the door of the multi-tenant room.

The "Red King", Kagutsu Genji.

The memory of last night suddenly revived.

Kagutsu that day was in a good mood. He took two women with him when he returned from outside, but of course, that was not the reason he was in a good mood. It always happens that Kagutsu likes women. There are a certain number of women who like dangerous men, but if it is too dangerous, some survival instinct will cause a mistake. They are happily hugged by Kagutsu and turn into corpses of joy.

In any case, Kagutsu started serving sake just as he was, and Soma was involved in it for some reason. There are not many parties to drink between two people. Various members of the clan came and went, and he always carried sake and left it, probably because it was an offering. Kagutsu drank like it was a sacrificial liquor, and Soma was also involved.

His memory was cut off from the point where he opened the fifth bourbon.

"I'm afraid I did something stupid..."

As he cursed himself, Soma held his aching head.

Suddenly, he found a giant body that moved to the edge of his field of vision.

"Oh, damn, Hiragi."

The "Purgatory" executive, Hiragi Toma, turned his back on this. The muscular upper body was exposed, and the burned Japanese tattoo was staring at Soma. Glancing around the corner of the room, he looked at what he was doing, and he was drinking alone.

Soma was amazed. He felt bad just looking at the bottle.

"Is it liquor? Don't drink."

Hiragi replied without looking back.

"It is the last liquor."

"Eh?"

"We are done. We are about to die."

With that said, Hiragi stirred the drink.

Soma laughed at that with his nose.

"What do you say, are you still drunk?"

There, he suddenly became aware of the current situation.

That multipurpose room was originally a room for confining prisoners. The windows had upright iron bars and there was only one person.

And Kagutsu was leaning against the door and sleeping.

Looking at him, Soma sat down next to Hiragi.

"Ah, how much did you drink yesterday?"

"Do you know? You were the first."

"Did you get drunk?"

"It was careless when I came."

A heavy silence fell in the multi-tenant room.

Even with Soma, all of Kagutsu's actions could not be read. He often killed people in a good mood and sometimes ended up in a bad mood without wreaking havoc. He was like a disaster. It may be possible to predict in rare cases, but it is by no means perfect.

However, in his experience thus far, there was one thing that was true.

Kagutsu's hangover has a habit of killing everyone who is noticed.

Only Soma and Hiragi were in this room at the time.

Soma and Hiragi were in a situation where they got caught on a ship with a beast, and the beast was taking a nap at the entrance of the ship.

Soma's decision was quick. Looking back at Hiragi,

"It's okay. Run away."

Hiragi asked.

"Where and how?"

"You are getting stronger. Can you gently lift him up and push him away?"

"Hmm, do it yourself."

"Well, are you afraid of dying, even though you always say something that looks great?"

"If you will die anyway, drink your favorite drink and die."

Cocococo… Hiragi poured sake into the drink, making a pleasant noise.

Soma threw a spoon. Hiragi seemed to have completely given up. Originally, "Purgatory" people had little attachment to life. If you die here, you probably think until then.

However, Soma still hadn't given up. It may be inevitable when it finally arrives, but there is still something that can be done.

"You can get out even if you open the door. Who are we?"

While he was lying down, Soma raised his left hand. The little finger, the cross section where the tip of the second joint was missing, began to illuminate a red light. It is an ultra-high pressure flame called a "whip", which is Soma's unique ability. Literally a flame that sometimes swings like a whip or laser and could easily cut through an iron bar.

Kagutsu said something.

Soma and Hiragi looked back at the same time.

"......"

Kagutsu kept saying something. He maybe he was talking in his sleep. They weren't sure what he was talking about

"Stop it."

Hiragi said, gliding smoothly. He was evacuating towards the wall, holding a bottle and a drink.

"You think I haven't used my power until now? I don't know what you think, but when I tried to use a different ability, I stopped. Now it is dangerous."

Soma said that, with his back to the wall like Hiragi.

"Well, then sorry."

"I already told you. Drink your favorite drink. There's still something in the bottle around that."

"......"

Soma folded his lips into a sword and looked at the sleeping Kagutsu.

A beast at the door. He cannot use different abilities. He doesn’t know when it will happen. Soma, in a slow but almost certainly dead room, laughed. By the way, the detention center also had an execution room. So, that would be the death penalty room.

Well, aside from "sin and punishment", Soma still wasn't going to die. He went through the front of his black suit and tried to get the cell phone. He wanted to contact the outside and ask the members of the "Purgatory" clan for help.

The cell phone he pulled out was melting muddy.

"......"

Soma remembered the headache and held his temples. He didn't remember why that happened at all, but it was probably drunken entertainment. "Purgatory" didn't care about that.

Soma called out to Hiragi, with a hint of hope.

"Hiragi. Do you have a cell phone?"

"Eh?"

Hiragi turned his turbulent gaze towards Soma's cell phone, which turned into a piece of iron and plastic. He then she thought about it for a while and made a voice as if remembering something: "Oh.".

"Somehow, I threw it away and it broke. So I didn't bring it."

"Goodbye hope..."

Despair was still despair, although he did not expect it. The ability was locked and there was no way to contact the outside world. At that moment, he was about to sit down and wait for death.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, the memory of him revived.

The night before, before drinking alcohol. One of the women brought in by Kagutsu, her red lips giggling slightly, her fingers thin with fine cigarettes and her fingers slipping.

He turns his gaze. Soma was about to approach the corpse of a woman that rolled onto a tatami mat. Hiragi was looking at the appearance of the open clothing.

Finally, Soma found a woman's cell phone, sturdily decorated.

"Ok!"

When he accidentally said that, Hiragi also looked at the cell phone from the side. He didn't think he wanted to die unnecessarily. Being killed by Kagutsu is almost synonymous with dying in a disaster.

When he opened the cell phone, the words "Enter password" jumped into his eyes, and Soma frowned.

"Password?"

"It's a PIN. That woman's phone is locked."

Soma groaned.

"Even though she came with Kagutsu, why is her cell phone locked? Lock your life!"

Hiragi shrugged and started drinking again.

"I can't help saying it now. Sorry, I can't use it."

"Hiragi, you are an ex-yakuza. Do you know how to find out the PIN in such a case?"

Hiragi was still holding the goblet.

"It's that easy. You should catch someone who knows and beat them until they throw up the answer."

"She's dead now! I was hoping you would say something a little more useful."

Kagutsu turned around.

The two of them looked at each other as they headed for the wall again.

"Hey. You're free to die, but don't involve me. I still have some alcohol left."

"This line is mine! It's too early to give up! Let's cooperate a bit!"

When Soma screamed, Hiragi thought with a troubled face. Looking at Kagutsu, then the corpse of a woman, and then, like a soliloquy...

"No, I heard it when I was collecting a debt. I can't ask a deceased person for a PIN, but the numbers that people use are usually fixed. I can't think of a four-digit number. Hey. There are a lot of people who use numbers that are easy to remember. "

Soma was a bit impressed.

"You have intellect regardless of appearance."

"Shut up. It's an older brother's sale. It doesn't matter if I was a scammer. Easy to remember numbers are simple numbers anyway. 1234, 1111, etc."

Soma immediately entered both passwords. However, both did not work.

"It didn't work. What else?"

"Your birthday, your family's birthday, your room number, the last four digits of your phone number, or something like that. Whether it's a date you like or a random number. I don't have that kind of information here. You know?"

"I don't know, that's all."

When Kagutsu brought them in, they thought they would die anyway. So to be honest, they didn't even remember the name. Especially some kind of detailed personal information.

When he wondered if all was lost this time, he suddenly had a flash.

Once again, Soma was about to approach the corpse of a woman. He turned the corpse over, but there was nothing to look for. He looks for the corpse of another charred woman under the scattered liquor bottles and under his desk, but he can't find it either. Another place he hadn't seen.

There was only one.

Between both feet of the sleeping Kagutsu. In the crotch, there he was.

"Why…?"

He unintentionally rushed in. But it didn't matter what the reason was. The important thing is that now it is absolutely necessary for Soma.

A thick wallet with rose gold decoration, belonging to that woman.

To achieve this, Soma approached Kagutsu.

"Hey."

Hiragi screamed as if he was impatient. At that very moment, Kagutsu could wake up. If that happened, he would definitely die. Cold sweat swirled around that premonition, but a slight smile floated on Soma's mouth.

Being around Kagutsu is already a life threatening situation. Kagutsu kills people naturally and he doesn't kill naturally. He is not even sure if he is a murderer or a perpetrator. He would be like a person erasing the life of a mindless creature or without him realizing it.

So it doesn't change wherever it is.

If ruin was coming soon, whether near or far, he wanted to at least look at it with a good cover.

The moment he touched the wallet, Kagutsu opened his eyes.

"......"

At the death sentence, cells throughout his body screamed. The muscles contracted, the skin all over his body was covered in goose bumps, and unknown chemicals were released into the brain. Soma endured a moment that seemed infinite without even swaying.

Kagutsu closed his eyes.

As he held his breath, Soma took out his wallet because it was at his crotch, and it was time to get back on top of the tatami so as not to make noise again. He exhaled grandly and struck a gutsy pose.

"Oh, safe!"

"Do you want to die or live?"

Soma replied as he opened the wallet to Hiragi, who asked him as if he was in awe.

"I'm still determined to want to live. Even if nothing starts, you don't want to end in such a place, right?"

Then Soma took out a card from her wallet.

It was a driver's license with a photo of a dead woman's face attached to it.

"Now we know at least her birthday."

"Did you cross such a dangerous bridge just because of that? I don't know if it's correct."

"Better than dying doing nothing. Now, let's see."

He enters the birthday written on her driver's license. As Hiragi said, there was no guarantee that her birthday was a PIN. If that happened, that would be the end of the road.

Soma entered the last number, hoping that was the case.

The mobile phone lock screen was changed to the home screen.

Soma exhaled deeply. The other, who was looking at him from the side before he knew it, gave a voice that seemed to admire him.

"It's hard to do it, right?"

"I'm going to try anything. Alright, next."

Soma called the Kaume Detention Center from her cell phone. Like Hiragi, the "Purgatory" clan's cell phone loss rate is quite high. Therefore, a landline phone was set up in the detention center and a system was created in which the lower end was the phone number. The area is the same as that of the yakuza organization.

The ringtone stopped in almost 1 second.

"Hello, this is 'Purgatory'!"

Soma involuntarily pulled his ear away from the cell phone as the eardrum trembled.

"How loud. Ah, I'm Soma. Who are you?"

"Ah! Soma-san! Hello! My name is Murata and I'm on the phone!"

"Is there anyone else?"

"Now I'm the only one! Sorry!"

With a bit of anxiety, Soma told him the number of the room where he was.

"For some reason, I can't open it from the inside. Sorry, can you open it from the outside?"

"I understand! I'll go right now!"

Murata hung up and said that screaming.

Soma looked at Hiragi as if blaming him as he poked at the sore hole in his ear.

"What are all yakuza?"

"I didn't have 'Shitsurei'. Education comes later."

"Yes, yes..."

Giving up everything, Soma sat down on a tatami.

Anyway, that should resolve the situation. All he had to do was open the door silently from the outside and smoothly cross between Kagutsu. By doing so, both Soma and Hiragi could safely survive. He had been through many shrines so far, but he didn't want to die for something so stupid.

The door to the multi-tenant room was slammed with tremendous force.

"Hello! "Purgatory", newcomer, Murata, I will come in!"

Soma and Hiragi froze. Of course, Murata, who did not know such a thing, knocked on the door even louder and moved the door lever up and down, and more and more the lever hit Kagutsu's brain.

Kagutsu groaned.

Soma screamed.

"Do not be stupid!"

"Huh! I'm sorry, Soma-san! Just a little, sorry to bother you, but could you let me in there?"

"If I could do that, I wouldn't have called you, don't you think?"

In his own words, Soma recalled the fact of remorse. That's right. The guys in "Purgatory" are basically stupid. He thought he was a stupid person trying to hold a life preserver.

The door was still being slammed. Kagutsu's brain was also fluttering. Kagutsu's closed eyelids came into force and a shadow of bad humor appeared on his sleeping face. Soma froze and stared at him.

"You are loud, stop!"

Holly's anger drowned everything.

The behavior behind the door stopped and there was a silence like death. At that moment, Soma understood that a true yakuza could stop sometimes.

Kagutsu wasn't awake. Not yet. However, the eyelids were rubbed together with a yank, and apparently Kagutsu is becoming a popular choice. There wasn't much time left before he woke up, maybe it would be 5 minutes or 10 minutes.

At that moment, the door quietly apologized.

"Sorry, big brother... Oh, I think it's best to open it right away, so..."

"Ah... well. Murata-kun, did you do that? Sorry, I called you all of a sudden."

Soma said that in a rather soft voice. Hiragi looked at him with a creepy face as he smirked. Ignoring that, Soma was talking to Murata.

"The door is already open. I want you to go out and go to the back of this room."

"What? Outside...?"

"That's how it is."

"Ok! Please wait a minute!"

Perhaps because he knew that he could take the mistake back, Murata escaped from the front of the door, speaking aloud.

Hiragi asked while he was frowning.

"What are you going to do this time?"

"Yeah, when you see it. Oh, before that, could you help me a bit?"

After a few minutes. Murata's voice was heard from outside the multipurpose room.

"Soma-san, I've arrived! What should I do from now on?"

Murata's cheerful voice, which seemed to have regained energy in a few minutes, was heard from outside the window, but he couldn't see him. This multi-tenant room is located on the basement floor, but the windows are attached to the top of the wall to prevent a leak. All he can see outside is the blue sky cut out by the bar.

Soma stood under the window right in front of him was Kagutsu, at the end of it.

"Thank you for your hard work. Will you come here?"

"Well... are you around here?"

"Oh, yeah. Well then, stay there. It'll be over soon."

Soma said softly as he smiled.

He released the whip.

An extraordinary red light was emitted from the cross section of the little finger of his left hand. The smoking paranormal flame, however, was shorter than usual and had a correspondingly higher pressure. It would be more correct to describe it as a saber burning with a red lotus rather than a whip.

At an unnoticed speed, Soma turned his left arm around a lot. An extraordinary red leaf pierced the wall of the multi-tenant room with precision.

When the rounded wall fell into the multi-tenant room, Soma was no longer there.

"Eh?"

Murata, who was out of the room, blinked. The situation was not swallowed at all. Soma was not in the multi-tenant room, but his boss, Kagutsu, who was sleeping leaning against the door.

Kagutsu Genji opened his eyes.

"Eh?"

Kagutsu saw Murata.

"Eh?"

Kagutsu had started.

"Eh?"

Soma and Hiragi held their breath and watched as Kagutsu crossed the room, while hiding under the tatami mat that Hiragi had ripped off. They wondered how effective this kind of deception would be on Kagutsu, that he had a paranormal feeling.

Kagutsu exited the room through a hole in the wall that was cut in a circle.

After confirming that, the two of them left the tatami. With a tone that Hiragi couldn't believe, as he dusted her clothes, he said...

"It can't be, a trick like that worked..."

"I was surprised too. Somehow, we made it."

Kagutsu's hangover kills every human he sees, on the contrary, if you groom a human in front of Kagutsu's hangover, he will go to kill him. They should have a "bait" outside and be out of sight. He thought so, but Soma didn't expect it to work that well.

"Ah?! Kagutsu-san? What's wrong?! Um, Soma-san said… Ah, I'm Murata! That's it! Kagutsu-san, did I do something wrong? Why are you raising your fist? No, that's… Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

From outside the wall, Murata's lamentable death cry could be heard. He couldn't help but sympathize with him as a "bait", but he didn't care. Now that he was in "Purgatory", he couldn't live long anyway, but he wouldn't give up there.

Soma, who left the multipurpose room with Hiragi, grew significantly.

"Ah, I am so tired."

"Oh, let's drink."

"Huh? You've been drinking the whole time. Well, yeah."

Shrugging, Soma started walking alongside Hiragi. At the screams and roars that began to echo outside, they never looked back.

[trashboatprince]

49 please? Would love to see this for any of the worlds you like to write.

I'm assuming you're giving me freedom with the fandoms then?

I'm going with Good Omens, since it's what I've been writing lately haha.

49 is nightfall

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It hadn't been an easy task, spying on Aziraphale for the sole purpose of saving Aziraphale, but Crowley had made it an art form over the centuries.

The only reason it wasn't easy was due to the fact that they were currently in the middle of a war and with the raids and such, it made it hard to keep an eye on Aziraphale. Plus spy stuff, being asked to do this and that with the organization Crowley worked for, yada yada yada, there was a reason why people knew of the famous Mr. Anthony J. Crowley.

It... also didn't help that he had been keeping a distance over the past few decades since his and Aziraphale stupid argument in 1862. Sure, yes, they had a few run-ins, but Crowley had slept for a while during the 1800s to avoid him, and then work had him running about and sometimes the angel was there and it's just... UHG!

Stupid, blasted feelings that still plagued him even after everything that happened and he was, secretly, still glad were there!

He sat in his Bentley, waiting for nightfall, that's when he knew that Aziraphale would be at the church, would be going in to play a role the organization he worked for with the humans had set him up with. Use his knowledge of books, get the ones these shady men asked for, and then arrest them with the help of an agent.

Weeelllll... that's all well and good, until you realize that the agent was a double agent and actually worked with the shady men.

Crowley had figured that out very, very easily from his expert spying in parks and bars, where Aziraphale went to meet up with this Rose lady to learn about his mission.

As he sat there, Crowley sat that the sun was almost completely gone, though a storm was coming, the sky was darkening with clouds, seemed nightfall was here, he should head to the location.

Crowley looked at the written note of the address, trying to remember what the place was. Then it hit him, ah fuck, it's a church! Of course the meeting and exchange would happen in a bloody church, that's such a cliche!

He thumped his head on the steering wheel, could this get any more annoying?

The loud, rising sounds of an air raise siren were heard nearby and Crowley cursed his luck, 'cause of course this would happen on a night like this.

Right, whatever, he had an angel to save, it was nightfall now, after all.

[viciousbite]

Ragna Backstory Drabble

Devour

A splatter of blood hit against concrete while the sound of flesh hit against flesh echoed throughout the alley. In the mix of the sounds were voices, mocking words and laughter that came from more than one person and hidden in the louder voices came tiny grunts of pain. A person laid on the ground, bruised and bloodied while surrounded by multiple bigger guys.

"Br-..." A sound of a new arrival came from the distance, steps halted and eyes wide in shock. Saw things that shouldn't be seen, a young teen, standing only a few meters away from a group of guys beating another. Normally the young one would have ignored it and turned away, but once he laid his eyes upon the man laying on the ground, he couldn't turn away. Ignoring went out of the question, his fingers twitched, worry and anger raised in his blood. "Brother..." Ragna quietly called out, the boy, looked for an answer on what was going on with his eyes alone. 

"Ah! It's the freaky younger brother!" One of the men exclaimed all the while they shoved a boot into the victims side. The action made Ragna's eye twitch. This was too much... and he didn't know why this had happened in the first place.

His brother had always been the kinder of the two, the one who always told him not to mess with things he couldn't handle.  And the one who said not to use his powers to hurt others, but that line began to crumble more and more every second. Why did he have to stand there and do nothing? Why did he have to act weak? His brows furrowed and teeth gritted together. 

As if Rui, Ragna's brother, knew, a silent weak voice came out from near the ground. "Ragna.. Don't... I'm okay..." A bloody cough and crunching sound came soon after as one of the guys stomped onto the man's arm. A scream of pain, Ragna couldn't handle it, he could taste blood in his mouth from biting his lower lip to the point of tearing it open. 

"No.. You're not..." Ragna growled under his breath. He was done, DONE, watching his brother get hurt. He knew he could help him, he knew he was strong, stronger than his own brother by a lot, but his stupid older brother thought it was too dangerous to use it, the thing inside him that had haunted him for years. But his brother always asked him not to hurt anyone, so he held back.

In the moment of fighting his own feelings, he hadn't realized one of the men had stepped closer to him till he felt a hand grip on to his hair. Huh? Since when? Oh, shi-- A heavy weight pushed into his stomach, a fist, that took every piece of air out of his lungs till he collapsed on the ground. Shocked, he was stunned in shock, wait... Was he actually weak? It hurt, a lot, he wanted to cry. A handful of coughs came out of his throat , his hand gripped the spot he had been hit on. Something in him felt like it moved, like his organs were moving, disgusting, he wanted to vomit.

Laughter, the gang laughed at his pain. "This kid is as stupid as his brother! Weak as hell too, and they thought they can just hang around here without telling us." One of the guys, potentially the leader, mocked the two. "Looks weird too, probably adopted, cause they don't look anything alike." The man continued while the other guys joined in the cackling.

"...Huh... So... you beat him up cause... we decided to stop here to rest?" Ragna's eyebrows rose in confusion. The men only laughed more. 

"Yeah! We didn't want to see your ugly faces around here." One of the men confirmed. "And it's kinda fun beating up young foolish kids like you! Shows you who's the boss around here!" One other guy added, which made Ragna's blood boil, more and more. 

What was this...anger? He had never felt so angry in his life, his whole body began to shake. "H--Hah... the boss...? So you're beating kids for the fun of it? ... JUST because it's fun?!" His voice shook as he yelled. His mouth twisted into a forced smile, till a mad one single laugh came out of his mouth. "The boss, the bosss... The fucking boss?! I will show you... who's the boss." He screamed, his hands gripped onto his pastel colored hair, tugging at the strands to resist the urge to tear the men into pieces. He wanted to kill them all.

He didn't listen to the words that came back from the men, it's as if his hearing had twitched off from the world while the only echoing words he heard were "Devour them...?". Ragna agreed without a thought.

A sudden twisting pain raged through the young one's body as his mouth filled with flesh that began to force their way out. His lower jaw ached, his cheeks bulged till they ripped open in a splatter of blood on each side. Multiple appendages forced their way out, splitting his mouth wide open as he vomited out blood. Gagging, gurgling and whimpering sounds along with an echoing growl came out of the boy. 

The men watching everything unfold looked terrified, but Ragna didn't notice, his eyes were clouded with tears from both anger and pain. The long appendages, shaped like tentacles, extended more and more till they reached the men. They tried to run away, but the creatures wrapped around their limbs, painfully squeezing till bones cracked. And Oh did they struggle.

The alley filled with the sounds of frightened and painful screams. A broken bone here and there, and a torn tendon here and there. The tentacles pulled at the men's limbs to the point their bodies began to split apart, painting the concrete walls with red. The sounds, the feeling, all of it, to Ragna, felt peaceful, the pain from his body numbed his mind and the joy of giving people what they deserved felt satisfying.

If only he had heard something... something small and familiar in the middle of the voices or felt the tugging at one of his tentacles as they pulled closer to his body, everything would have been perfectly fine at the end. But alas, he didn't hear it or see it, see him, at the time with his tear clouded eyes. He only felt his body split open in the middle as if his body had become something monstrous. Big chunks of meat, cramped into him as something sharp tore into the pieces of meat and consumed it all. Some pieces went in without biting and some didn't. Ragna felt both sick and full and like he had been covered in every possible human bodily fluid. 

"R....Ra---g...na...." He remembered hearing his name, a few minutes... no it had been a few tens of minutes since then. He had spaced out completely, the alley had gone quiet, completely silent. Deadly silent. And it smelled bloody, like death. He smelled like death. Uhg, disgusting.

Wait... Wait... Half lidded eyed shifted around the area, nobody was there, not even his brother... His brother... A memory of something familier struggling in a mess of black tentacles hit his mind, what? What happened again? What did he do? Why-- He remembered being angry, so angry, that he wanted to kill, he-- His hand pressed against his mouth, pain, his cheeks burned and bled, his eyes filled with tears a second time. No No... Had he-- His eyes spotted pieces of  flesh on the ground, intestines, gross. A gasp and a bloody rough cough forced out of his mouth, dirtying the ground more.

In the puddles of blood and gore, he spotted a few familiar items. Pieces of his brother's tech he carried around. The earlier memory came back in a quick flash, and another one of his brother's arm reaching out of his... stomach? His stomach, what the? Eyes shifted downwards, his outfit ripped open in the middle and his whole body covered in blood. No-- No NO NO--- He did not-- He did not-- It did not. 

What had he done? What--- Hands rapidly began to scratch at his own body as if trying to tear himself open, but nothing happened, no open creepy mouth with tentacles. He knew what the tentacles were, but he never imagined they could eat people. He had pieced that much together, he had eaten people, he had devoured them, in pieces, whole, and he didn't know how -- He had been so angry, he had done it to --- He didn't want to think why, he just, he just, he didn't mean it... He didn't mean to hurt him, not his brother. His only brother, he wanted to bring revenge to people that hurt him is all, but... it had gone horribly wrong.

He wept, the pain long forgotten, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't puke out anything he had devoured, anything his alien side had eaten. He couldn't stop from feeling sick to his stomach, he couldn't move, his body had curled up on the ground long ago, twisting uncomfortably, crying, screaming, but no matter what he did, he couldn't undo what he had done. 

Defeated and alone... Like a miserable little worm, he lay there for days on end and hoped his brother would magically come back from behind the corner and everything that had happened had only been a nightmare.

[thewordlikeisalanguagecondom]

Fact or Fiction: Men think they're manipulating women with their hubris and glorified stories that women pretend to be interested in; when in all actuality, women are merely humoring and fluffing them to get laid.

Completely unrelated story: I was  out with friends and this guy approached me and said his friend was interested in me...(side note--I thought we all shut this game down in middle school). Anyways I’m like “Oh he can’t speak for himself?” Anyways long story short, this guy spins this story about how he’s just been drafted by the Bronco’s--lol he was like  5′9″ and kept slipping up and talking about how sports medicine program he was in. But I definitely let him think I believed him.

Maybe my kink is engaging with new humans and seeing them light up? It’s actually one of my favorite things about being human.  Maybe THE most humanizing, transcendent gifts of this life. The above example was obviously more superficial than most ha but, man I love coming alive and truly into yourself and watching other people do the same. If we’re all interconnected than isn’t any humans success ours as well? Their happiness, wins,  milestones aren’t they ours to celebrate as well? Their laughter? Their vulnerability? It’s so much easier to open up to someone you don’t think you’ll ever meet again. And man, some of those moments lead to long lasting adult relationships. I miss it in this pandemic. Everything else melting away and just being present. Uhg.

Man, one summer my friend Meghan and I. We were seventeen,  pot hippie/hipster clichés. Concerts, smoking cigarettes, joints; and discussing music, philosophy, literature, intro-psych, the economy. Skipping class, lying to our parents about sleeping at the other ones’ house for a lit assignment and going to hang out  with indie college guys until driving to the beach and laying in the back of my Lexus with the back seats folded down watching the sun barely begin to peak out, just enough to impregnate the storm clouds with from the night’s summer showers, twilight’s twin-flame.

Anyways... one summer we went to stay at her grandparents’ guest house in  Providence, RI. God I remember at one point we were pulled over after leaving a belly-dancing lesson/workout, and I was shitting my pants and she’s like “chill we’re totally fine, just don’t say anything.” And hand to god he asked whose car it was, went back to his vehicle to look him up, came back and asked us to slow down. As we’re pulling away shes smiling and giggling. “What just happened?” “I told you not to worry. My grandad has diplomat plates. He used to work for presidents,’ all the way back to Reagan I think.” Sure enough, when he invited us in for dinner there were photos of him in Air Force One I just. Hah I think sometimes, you could fall right into her. She was everything every girl wanted to be but didn’t have the guts to.  People didn’t understand how quickly we became inseparable...but then, they’d come over to smoke pot at Matt’s place or meet up with us at the beach, and I’m telling you now no matter your willpower and she’d enthrall even you, Yes you, in the back. You’d eave enamored. Eventually, she’d engulf you somehow she did that pulled into her orbit. Meghan was what they call a “charismatic psychopath“. But like, if they classified it on the same scale as BiPoplar diorder, let’s say she was only a Type II. A very low lying evil but lethal magnet.  She epitomized every ‘cool, rebellious socialite’ trope I’d ever seen, heard or read dramatized.  Every moment with her felt like a “Coming of Age,” film or infamous musical. And for the older guys college and up, you could see how they thought she encapsulated Kate Hudson’s character in “Almost Famous”.

Cool lost track again LMFAO. Ahnyways

[fruitful-blogger]

Flipping the Script

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Part Two!

High School is hard enough for a goth kid, but Roman wasn’t one to let it get him down. After all, he had some great friends, including the smartest kid in the school, Patton, the star of the men’s Tennis team and teen heartthrob, Logan, and the most popular prep and student council member, Virgil, at his side.

 A High School AU with a twist – based on a Discord Conversation.

           Roman Prince was looking over his chipped nail polish with a frown. He had wanted to repaint them the night before, but he had been out of his preferred nail polish for the day – the silver and black combo that would have really brought out today’s outfit. His black and red hair was ever messy as a black leather jacket hung around his arms and shoulders, underneath a black t-shirt with spider-web design across the fabric. His ripped jeans were always on point, and his black convers were polished, if a bit distracting with the blood red shoe laces. His black and red back pack hung over his back as his headphones strung up through his pocket of his jacket to his ears, though he’d muted the music (he didn’t want to talk to anyone, really). While his nails were messy, his eye make-up was always on point, dark wings accentuating his eyes and a thin palour of lipstick to bring out his natural red tones.

           Even though he was a goth, a Prince has got to slay – as a dark prince, he thought double of that.

           Roman frowned at his cuticle again as he contemplated ditching first period to go to the drug store and get another bottle of his nail polish. It was only the first day, after all, and it was going to be boring anyway…

           “I see that look on your face, Princey, and whatever you are thinking, don’t.” Roman snapped up as he looked to the person who had addressed him. The boy before him was dressed like he’d walked out of a fashion magazine – crisp dark jeans nicely ironed, paired with a wine colored polo and purple-tinted suit jacket, all pulled together with his black and purple back pack and his loafers. His hair was messy in a way that seemed effortless even though he’d probably taken an hour this morning to perfect it.

           Most people would think that drama goth Roman Prince and Student Council Treasurer Virgil Smythe would NEVER, in a million years, interact – and they would have been right freshman year. The two boys had butted heads so many times that year, as the goth vs preps went, but all it took was the spring play of Aladdin to make them friends. Now that they were Juniors, Virgil was easily one of Roman’s best friends, and the prep would say the same of the goth.

           “I don’t know what you are talking about, Peter Prep.” Roman grinned as he pulled out his headphones. “I was just contemplating how BORING the first day would be and…”

           “And you can’t skip.” Virgil pointed as he nodded his head. The two began to walk around the school. It was still early in the day, and there were a few students there early with the teachers. Roman really hadn’t any reason to be there, but Virgil had just gotten out of a meeting with the other class reps. “So, the reps are talking already about the themes for Homecoming. It was a long-ass debate even though we aren’t voting on anything for a few weeks. And, man, the freshmen? Those adorable mofos have no idea.”

           Roman snorted in response as they rounded the school wall. A faint “THWAP THWAP” was heard now as they approached their destination. “Honestly, those fuckers have no idea. I mean, fuck, remember freshman year? You thought you were the shit.”

           “Oh like you’re one to talk, Prince.”

           “Careful, Prepington the third, sounds like you’re jelly.” Roman gestured to all of himself. “Although, anyone would love to be me.”

           “SUUUURREEE.��� Virgil smirked. “So what WERE you planning?”

           “Nail polish run.” Roman noted as Virgil lifted an eyebrow. “What?”

           “Sorry, I just half expected you to try something like last year.”

           “In my defense, this school needs more blacks and reds. It’s so… pastel.” The goth made a face. “ SO overdone. You should put that into the bureaucratic mess we call a student council. More darks, more individuality!”

           “Yes, because we need more anarchy.”

           “Exactly!”

           “Hello!” A third voice cut in.

           Virgil and Roman looked up as they reached the small set of bleachers. At one of the top rows, surrounded by several books, was their resident genius and all around nerd, Patton Thompson. Patton had his usual light blue polo on with his pressed pants and simple shoes, a cardigan and matching tie with his outfit to pull the whole nerd look together. The goth and prep jogged up to meet him on the bench. Sure enough, he had a textbook on his lap, AP Biology, and he was already half way through it.

           “Hey Pat.” Roman greeted as he added a hug, the smaller nerd returning it even as he scrambled to get his books. “Uhg, what are you doing studying? It’s the first day!”

           “But it’s so INTERESTING!” Patton threw as he clutched a book to his chest. “We’re going to be learning about CRISPR soon enough, which would allow us to theoretically hack the human genome and eliminate disease! It does so by using the DNA’s own infrastructure to turn off genes that could potentially be harmful to humans, though there are fears of it causing more harm than good because it can accidentally delete more than just a single base pair.” The boy grinned. “But we won’t get too into that until Christmas.”

           “Patton, I was about to have a heart attack.” Virgil sighed as he sat on the bench next to Patton, butting shoulders with the blue boy. “I only read chapter one like Dr. Spencer wanted us to. You had me thinking we were gonna have a test on this tomorrow.”

           The nerd smiled back as Roman sat to the other side of Virgil, the opposite of Patton having a pile of books stacked there. “Sorry, you know how I am.”

           “And we love you for it.” Roman returned. “Especially because I suck at science and you are my saving grace.”

           Patton giggled as Virgil used their height to look out. They were stationed on the bleachers near their school’s tennis courts. While it was technically girls’ season, they weren’t to have practice until after school. Instead, the tennis storage unit was open and in the first court was a male figure, rushing back and forth as a ball dispenser sent out dozens of balls at him. The figure was a blur of navy blue, white, and silver – the school’s colors on a uniform, no doubt – as he expertly returned every shot.

           “How long has Roger Feder-Nerd been out here, Smart Cookie?” Roman asked to Patton.

           The nerd shrugged. “Logan’s been here longer then I have. I came early to go to the library, and he was already here when I pulled up.”

           “Jeez.” Virgil sighed as he stood, cupping his hands to his face. “LOGAN CROFTER PLEASE GET OFF THE COURT!”

           The figure paused, looking in their direction even as he deflected a ball. It somehow still went over, though it was no winning shot. “WHEN DID YOU GUYS GET HERE?” He yelled back as he deflected another ball. “WHAT TIME IS IT?”

           “TIME TO GET CLEANED UP, LO!” Roman added.

           The ball machine seemed to agree as it finally ran out of balls. Logan was sweating but easily jogged around the net to turn it off. Off to the side, a few girls oogled at the school’s star athlete. Logan stopped by his bag to throw his sports glasses in, instead replacing them with a simple wire pair. He dabbed his face with his shirt, causing the females to swoon at his abs.

           Roman bit his lips, wanting to badly to tell them off, especially since they had no chance.

           Roman and Patton were the only two in the school to now that Logan and Virgil were gay. While the latter two were more out about their sexualities – Roman would fight the man however he could, and Patton had, logically, figured that it was just a part of their brain chemistry and therefore was not a big deal. They didn’t shout it from the rooftops, but, if someone asked, they’d be honest.

           Virgil and Logan, on the other hand, had a harder time with it. Logan being the star athlete weighed on him, there being a certain expectation for them. While he himself had figured out his sexuality back in middle school, he hadn’t felt comfortable with anyone to tell them. It was only after freshman year when he’d become part of the group that he came out to them on accident. With an accidental pun (Logan HATED puns, but Patton had lost it).

           Virgil was another story. He’d let them know that, at the surface level, his parents were at least a bit homophobic, weather they acknowledged their homophobia or not. It also didn’t help that he was raised in, well, a more upper middle class society, so everyone tended to be more on the conservative side of things. While he knew his parents loved him, he was scared shitless to ever tell them or anyone else. He’d had a break down about it one day, when it was just him and Patton, and he’d finally told someone that he had never felt that way for a girl but he probably had a crush on a guy in their grade. Patton, Roman, and Logan were all supportive of him, though, and he came to them when his internal anxiety just got to be too much.

           While the kid seemed mostly together with a pretty ideal life, he was still a ball of anxiety under the surface. He was thankful, though, that he had friends like these to help him out.

           Virgil, in fact, was already up and jogging down to the court. He grabbed a second basket that stood nearby and began to help Logan clean, the two chatting. Virgil, like Logan, had grown up playing tennis, but the purple-wearing boy was on the JV team as opposed to varsity. The two had, however, become friends because of tennis and were the only freshman boys on JV all those years back (Logan, had, of course, been bumped to varsity sophomore year).

           Roman leaned back in his seat as he heard Patton’s many pens scratch the paper (his notes had a whole color coding system that Roman couldn’t hope to learn). More cars began to pull into the parking lot as the goth took in the day. It was chilly but sunny, and, while he loved his dark room and ambient light, he could appreciate sweater weather.

           “Are you two to join us?” Roman cracked an eye as Virgil and Logan approached, Logan with his tennis bag and back pack. Logan had spoken.

           “Give me a sec, kiddos!” Patton called as he scrambled to get his books into his backpack. He had so many, though, that there was no way the boy was getting them all into one bag.

           Roman stood, cracking his back as he grabbed both his and the abandoned purple bag left by Virgil. “Need help, Padre?”

           “Nah, I got it!” The small boy added as he huffed a few books into his arms. “I’ll drop a few at my locker while Lo gets cleaned up.”

           “Indeed, I should make my way to the changing room before class.” Logan added as he overheard. The two boys skipped down the steps before all four headed to the school. “Although I need to see the physical therapist again. My wrist is feeling odd the last week.” He noted as he played with his right wrist. “My serve is off by a few degrees.”

           “Well, from what I saw, you sure were SERVING up some ACE shots!” Patton giggled as Logan tried to hide a smirk.

           “Why am I friends with you?”

           “Because you love me?”

           “Debatable.”

           “Because I make cookies for the tennis bake sale?”

           “Ah, yes, there it is.” Logan and Patton shared a snigger at the comment.

           Virgil snatched his backpack from Roman as the two followed. “So, a little birdie told me that someone MIGHT try out for the hero this semester…” Virgil grinned to Roman. “What, done playing the villains?”

           Roman loved the stage, but he almost always tried out for the villain. He thought they were constantly underrated and pegged as evil when, in retrospect, they would be more morally grey characters. “Well… depends on if the play I want comes to fruition! You see, I think I can convince Larry to let us do Nightmare Before Christmas, and you KNOW I know all the Jack Skellington parts.”

           Virgil belted out a laugh. “Really? Because I thought you were just reading off cue cards every time I came over for movie night.”

           “Blah blah blah that’s all I hear from you.” He threw with a wave of his hand. The two were left bickering all the way into the school.

           It was just the beginning of another year at North Hamilton High.

[bendy-dreamland]

“He’s missing?! This can’t be! Where could he have gone?!”

“What makes you think I have any idea? I want nothing to do with him.”

“You know this building better than me! So, you have to know something, you son of a..!”

“I know this building, not the version he vanished from, not like you do, so I don’t get why you’re asking me if I know. Again, I want nothing to do with him, I have more interest in-”

“Uhg, I know, I know. Don’t say his name, or whatever stupid title you’ve given him now. Hmm… I suppose I’ll have to take things into my own hands. After all, I’ve been meaning to speak with an old friend of ours for quite some time now.”

The squeaking of the door reminded Henry that he had, once again, forgot to get oil for the old hinges. He should just call the landlord, but he never liked bothering Mrs. Vargas, she always gave him an earful for letting people smoke in his office whenever she visited. Hey, if it calmed their nerves while they stammered through their story, then it made his job easier.

Sighing, Henry removed his coat, putting it on the rack in the corner of the small office space. He glanced around the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, nothing moved or taken. Didn’t hurt to be a little paranoid, especially when working in the private investigator business. After making sure nothing was wrong, Henry smiled a little, running a hand through his hair, before moving to a small record player he kept on a bookshelf near the coat rack.

Today seemed like a calm day, maybe a little music could help make it even calmer.

Once he picked out the proper record, can’t go wrong with some old classics from the ol’ studio, he moved to make himself a cup of coffee. These new personal, electrical devices were a lifesaver, and Henry liked being able to enjoy coffee prepared by his own hands, and not by whoever makes the pot in the lobby.

Leaving his office to the sound of You Left Me in a Heartbreak playing from the machine, he noticed someone down the far end of the hall. Green eyes narrowed as Henry looked at the figure, they were obviously a woman, but it was odd that she was dressed in all black. Black shoes, black tights, black jacket, and black gloves. Even her face was obscured by the rim of a large, black hat. The only thing that wasn’t black was the steely gray ribbon tied around the hat.

She seemed to be looking for something, but Henry ignored her, just letting her do what she needed to do while he went to the restroom to get water for his coffee pot.

When he left the room, he found that she was gone, must have found the room she was looking for. With a shrug, the private investigator entered his office, shutting the old door behind him, hearing that annoying squeak. As he started up the coffee maker, he heard the squeak again, a customer? Mrs. Vargas? Gus, asking to borrow something from him again?

No, no one entered, but the door was left slightly ajar, a shadowed figure was seen behind the foggy glass of the window on the door, the one that read ‘Henry Ross, P.I. of Toons and Humans Alike’. “Come in.” He called out, having a good idea of who it was, simply by the silhouette of the hat they wore.

Henry watched as the door opened, the squeaking of the hinges sounded worse as the mysterious woman purposely let it move slowly. She quietly stepped in, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. “Detective Ross?” She asked, her voice as soft and smooth as silk, delicate as an old china doll.

“Yes, that would be me. And you are?” He asked in return.

“You can call me Ms. India Eenck, spelled e-e-n-c-k.” Interesting name, Henry noted mentally. Might be an alias of some sort. Only a toon would have a name that obvious of a pun, but this lady was clearly human. “I’ve come to speak to you about a missing person, someone I know.”

“I can help you, I suppose. Would you like some coffee?” He offered, gesturing to the machine.

She gave a nod, it was rather annoying to Henry that he couldn’t see her face, that hat was tilted downwards enough that he couldn’t see anything, except he did note that she had long, black hair. It stood out greatly against her extremely pale skin, what little of it he could see.

Henry gave a nod in return before grabbing two cups that sat by the machine, ready to pour when the coffee was brewed. He offered for her to take a seat, which India did. “So, what is the case? Who is the person?”

India let out a small sigh. “I am surprised that you are not aware, but then again, I wouldn’t put it past you to do your best to ignore the man and his infamous name.” She commented as she toyed with one of the framed images he kept on his desk. Henry wanted her to stop touching that particular picture, it was very special to him.

“There are a lot of men that I do my best to ignore, elaborate.” He started to pour the coffee into the cups.

“It’s Joey Drew.”

Henry stopped, tensing up. Joey Drew… is missing?

Turning, he looked at her with wide eyes. “What do you mean? How is he missin’? When did this happen?”

“Four days ago, he was last seen around The Studio.”

“Why was he back at the studio? I heard it closed down about five years ago.” He handed her a cup and she took it with her gloved hands.

India shook her head, making a disagreeing noise. “No, not Joey Drew Studios. The Studio. It is what your old work place has been labeled in Toon World. He was last seen there, alone, without a toon escort.” She pulled something from a pocket in her jacket, a folded-up sheet of paper.

She set it down on the desk as Henry took a seat, letting him take it. He unfolded the paper, seeing that it was a missing persons flyer. The word ‘missing’ was written at the top, above a photo of Joey Drew himself. Under the picture was his name, when and where he was last seen, and a small reward of two hundred dollars for finding him, dead or alive.

From the High Order of Cartoons, it seems. Hm, they have no interest in these sorts of things, especially when it comes to humans. So why would they give a reward for someone like Joey? He wasn’t exactly someone toons welcomed with open arms in Toon World. “You want me to find him? Why? Joey and I lost contact years ago, and honestly? I don’t care if that asshole is missin’, probably his own fault, knowin’ him. Was it a mob? Did he piss someone off in Toon World? Or is he doin’ this just to get attention?”

It was petty, and stupid, to reject a case, seeing as he hadn’t had a decent one in weeks. But Joey betrayed Henry ten years ago, and, as sad as it was, he was still nursing the wounds from their falling out.

“I understand that you are still mad at him.” India commented.

“How would you know that?”

“Joey and I were close.”

“How close?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, just as the reasons for your hatred for him are none of mine. But hear me out.” India pulled something else out from her pocket. It was an old, beaten up piece of paper, yellowed with time. She handed it to him, and Henry looked it over, instantly recognizing the handwriting.

It was a message from Joey, addressed to Henry.

Dear Henry,

Seems like a lifetime since we worked on cartoons together. Ten years really slips away, doesn’t it?

If you’re back in town, or visiting Palomino City, come visit either of the workshops! There’s something I need to show you.

Your best pal, Joey Drew

Henry looked over the letter three times, before setting it down. There’s no date on it, but from how old the paper is, Joey must have written this a while ago, yet it seems that he never sent it. Why? Why did he write him a letter?

“I’m sure you have questions.” India spoke up, catching the investigator’s attention. “I found this note in his office at the studio here in Over World. I was trying to look for clues myself, but this is all I could find that was useful. I have heard of you, Henry. You are a man who is willing to solve cases for both humans and toons. Joey had connections to both, and to you. It seems best that you would be helpful in finding him. Especially considering that note, it sounds like he wished to patch things up between the two of you.”

He picked up the note once more, looking it over, reading it again. Was Joey really wanting to repair their broken relationship? Why not just contact him by phone? Or come to the office? Henry was known well enough in Toon World, even in Palomino City, so it shouldn’t have been hard for Joey to find some way to contact him. It’s pretty much the easiest way to get in touch with him, ask a toon for Henry Ross, they’ll tell you where he is.

Then again, Joey Drew never made anything easy, so this shouldn’t be surprising at all.

Still, there is something so unusual about all of this…

“So, let me get this straight,” Henry frowned, setting down the yellowed letter, “Joey was planning on sendin’ me this note, just days before his sudden disappearance?”

“That’s right. It seems that he wished for you to be back in his life, Detective. Will you take the case? You’re the only person I believe that has a chance of finding Mr. Drew.”

“I don’t like the idea of lookin’ for him, but I suppose I can take the case. As much as I’ve tried to avoid him, I do hear the gossip in Toon World.” Henry sighed, sipping his coffee. “I’ve heard people say he’s lost his mind, that he wants to become a toon or somethin’, but people use to say that about Disney back in his early days, so I ignore the words of the chatty people of Toon World. Same with here in Over World, where everyone thinks Joey Drew blew all his money and ran the company into the ground on stupid purchases.”

“Well, that last one is true.” India commented, there was obvious humor in her tone.

The detective snorted softly, leaning back in his chair. “I knew it, probably drove poor Cohen crazy, Joey never did know when to stop. So… I guess I can take the case.”

“I will pay you three thousand to find him, alive. Two thousand if he’s dead, but I’m sure you understand that I want him alive.”

Henry’s eyes widened at the prices, that’s… more than he’s ever gotten for a case, usually he tells them how much it will cost a day! He looked at her, surprised. “I… that’s too much.”

“I am desperate, Detective Ross. Mr. Drew is important to me, and I would very much care for him to be found, safe and sound.”

He frowned, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair, giving this some thought. He needed the money, and he had actually been wanting to speak with his old co-worker for a while now. Plus, he doubted anyone would wanna even look for the old fool, so it seems that Henry’s hands were tied.

“I’ll take the case. Let’s discuss my conditions and yours.”

“Excellent. You won’t regret this.”

Whenever someone says that, Henry couldn’t help but feel like he would.

Henry remembered the last day he stepped foot in Joey Drew Studios well.

It had been his last day there, the day the fallout between him and his best friend occurred. He remembered the yelling, the fighting, and the anger and hatred Henry had been filled with when he stormed into his work space to gather his things.

And then the pressuring guilt, when he had to say goodbye to his friends, and to his toons.

He had been the co-founder of Joey Drew Studios and had been head animator and director for the older episodes, until he left in 1933. He was also the proud creator of several of the famous characters from their most popular series, Bendy the Dancing Demon, including the Dancing Demon himself. Bendy had been his pride and joy, a dear friend of his, but Henry was banned from seeing him after he was fired.

In fact, it’s been years since he’s seen any of his characters, the last one he had seen was…

Well, anyway, since that day, Henry decided to change careers. Sure, he could go work for another studio, but he felt like it wouldn’t be the same. He decided to indulge in an old interest of his, something he would have gotten into if he hadn’t decided to become part of the cartoon scene. He looked into private investigating and decided to open up a business for both toons and humans.

Toons and humans live both alongside one another, but also separately in their own worlds. The human world, the one where most live, is the Over World. It’s where humans and toons tend to mainly work together, though toons are seen and treated on the same levels as those who are not white and middle-to-high class in society.

However, in Toon World? Toons live well enough with one another. Yes, there is still racial bias, but that can be blamed on the studios and creators. It’s not perfect, but it’s better and safer than Over World. Crimes are different in the world of cartoons, where things are ridiculous and silly, often like things seen in the shorts themselves. Bank robbers, kidnappings with the usual suspects, it’s all simple and easy, nothing to worry about. After all, murder isn’t common among toons, and if it does happen? It’s easy to solve, toons are careless when it comes to such a serious criminal act. Why would they bother to cover their tracks?

And a toon is always the suspect, seeing as only a toon can kill a toon.

The business went well for a while, petty crimes and such did pay the bills, but Henry also had to rely on human cases. Toon paid better, but crimes weren’t as reported or as frequent. How annoying, but human cases helped when things were tight, and Henry made a name for himself in both worlds, so he was given work.

Then the war happened, still happening, actually. But Henry was drafted, and had to close up shop in 1941, right after the attack in Hawaii. He was only in the frontlines for six months before he was sent home with a damaged leg, a missing pinky on his right hand, and a purple heart. He always felt like it had been a pointless matter in his life, at least he was able to return to his P.I. career after a short period to recover.

But work was quick to being slow and pointless, not much going on lately, until this case with Joey Drew.

Henry’s fingers itched for the metal case in his coat pocket, wanting a quick smoke, but he needed to stay focus. He had decided to return to Joey Drew Studios, to see if he could find any clues that India had missed. She was even kind enough to give him a key, so that was something.

He looked up at the old building, left to the elements. The sign above the door, that read the name of the studio, was rusted and the paint chipped. It was even missing a few letters. The grass around the front was overgrown, the windows of the building were completely boarded up, but the door was left just fine, minus needing a serious paint job.

What bothered Henry though, was the writing on the door, in a dried, black liquid.

Where it all began…

Was this someone’s idea of a joke? Henry didn’t like it, and he wasn’t gonna have any of this nonsense. Pulling the key from his pocket, he made his way for the steps up to the door, only to feel like someone was right behind him.

Turning sharply, Henry found himself staring down at a small boy.

He couldn’t be any older than thirteen, dressed in rather nice, clean clothing, but the colors were odd. His shorts, socks, and button up shirt were a solid black. Even his shoes, though they were also coated in a black liquid, it looked fresh. The only color of his outfit was the bright yellow vest he wore, and the white bowtie and one glove he sported, seeing as he was missing his left arm.

He was pale, his hair black as night and slicked back into two, messy spikes of some sort, made Henry think of cat ears. Kids these days were always trying to stand out with weird clothes and hairstyles, it seems. Minus this, the kid looked completely normal, except his eyes were a bright shade of gold, and they were narrowed as they focused on Henry.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said in a voice that sounded a tiny bit deeper than it should be for a boy his age, accented as if from Brooklyn. Hm, sounded familiar, but that’s an accent he’s heard a million times over, so of course it sounds familiar.

“And why’s what? What do you want, kid?”

“You shouldn’t be here, dis place ain’t fer you anymore. Just walk away, an’ don’t be comin’ back here anytime soon, or ever. What’s in there is nothin’ but trouble!” The boy pointed at the building, Henry took notice that his single glove had two, shiny, black buttons on the back of it.

Kinda like Bendy.

Actually, now that Henry looked this brat over, the hair made him think of the toon’s horns… hell, there was a black patch on his vest, shaped like the Bendy logo. Hm, must be a fan, wouldn’t be the first time Henry’s seen a kid (or the rare adult) dressed like a cartoon character. He’d give this kid a seven out of ten on creativity with the outfit, but he was still being a brat, so Henry wasn’t appreciating the fan.

Henry scoffed, crossing his arms. “Come on kid, I have work to do. I used to work in this place, I’ll be fine, I just need to look for somethin’ that will help me out in my case.”

The boy looked annoyed, huffing as he turned his nose up at the older man. “Fine! But if ya get hurt cause of what lives in there, its yer own fault, Ross!” He spun on his heel and stomped off, glancing over his shoulder to stick out his tongue at Henry, blowing a raspberry at him.

“Rude.” The detective grumbled, turning back to the door before realizing something.

The kid knew his last name.

He looked back, but the boy was gone, no sign of his yellow and black clothes, or his bizarre hair. The studio was located just outside of the city, there wasn’t anyone around, nor was there much traffic. Where did that kid run off to so quickly?

Henry frowned as he shook his head, probably best to… not think about that right now.

He stepped up the stairs and stood before the door, slipping the key inside.

“Alright, Joey… let’s see if we can find what you wanted me to see.”

END ACT ONE SCENE ONE

[emetofiend2dand3d]

Can you write something about Yoosung and Seven with ALDH2 and they're trying to hard to stick it out bc Zen and Jumin are drinking fine. And they end up puking together.

I love this because I can totally see it. Thank you.*NO spoilers*(Just a recap: the ALDH2 gene is important for metabolizing alcohol and a high percentage of East Asians have a slightly different gene that does not allow them to metabolize alcohol properly, resulting in them getting intoxicated very easily.) Hope you enjoy!."Fine! But you only get one." Seven and Yoosung's eyes lit up with excitement as Zen lifted a beer out of the cooler and handed it to them. "Split between the two of you." Their faces fell slightly after hearing this but they were still grateful to be given anything. "It is the only RFA party of the year after all." Zen smiled and a group of female guests became drawn to him. "Come on Yoosung, let's leave Mr. Handsome Pants to himself." Seven whispered and the two of them began walking away. That was when they were caught by Jumin, who happened to catch a glance of what they were carrying. "Oi, where did you get that. I gave specific instructions to the waiters not to let you have any alcohol." He said angrily, holding a glass of wine in his hand himself. "Zen said we could split one between us." Yoosung defended. "I would strongly advice against it." Jumin told them. "I can't pretend to be an expert on metabolism but I'm familiar enough with your condition that I wouldn't let it go lightly." "Jumin, why do you always have to be such a party pooper?" Seven pouted. "I'm not a... party... pooper... as you say-" Jumin replied bitterly. "I'm merely doing everything in my power to prevent last year's disaster from happening again." He glared at the two of them. Yoosung and Seven chuckled guiltily. "Well- that- that won't happen again I assure you." Seven insisted. "We'll be sure to be very careful." They held their most sincere grins and Jumin stared at them skeptically. "Very well." Jumin gave in. "But should you cause any trouble, I'll have you both removed at once." He warned. "Yes sir!" Seven saluted him and Yoosung copied. Jumin rolled his eyes and took another sip from his glass before walking away. "Phew" the two of them sighed. "Alright!" Seven said excitedly. "Let's crack this baby open!" The two of them both took a sip from the bottle. Seven sighed with a smile but Yoosung cringed. "It's awful!""Now now Yoosung. What you are tasting is the bitterness of adulthood. Just remember that every sip is a privilege." Seven told him. "Whaa Seven you sound like my high school poetry teacher." Seven snickered and took another swig from the bottle. "I've been called a poet by many people. As some old guy with a long beard said..." Seven was interrupted when he heard a glass shatter and they turned around to see Zen holding Jumin by the collar of his shirt with an angry look on his face. "I wonder what's going on there?" Yoosung said worriedly. "Lover's quarrel?" Seven posed. Yoosung laughed, taking another drink from the bottle. "Hey, I think I'm starting to get drunk!" He said excitedly. "That's the spirit!" Seven wrapped his arm around him roughly. "Tonight Yoosung, we are men!" ."Hey Seven?" Yoosung asked. They were sitting on a lavish looking couch in one of the large party rooms at the venue. "You think I'll hic- even get a girlfriend?" "Hmm, now whose to say? How are you so sure you're not gay?" Seven pondered. "Hey! I'm not!" Yoosung sat up. "But how would you know for sure?" Seven teased. "Maybe you just haven't found the right man." "What about you then!" Yoosung snapped. "What about me?" Seven defended. "I'm an intelligent robot sent from the future to gain information about the nature of human beings. It's not in my programming to experience emotions." Yoosung pouted. "Sooner or later you'll find someone you like too and then I'll be able to make fun of you for it." "You'll spend your entire life hiC- waiting." Seven's usual slick comebacks began to falter as he noticed a strange cloudiness in his vision. He blinked several times but it didn't go away and he began to notice a dull ache in his head. "Hey Seven... does the room seem... spinny- at all to you?" Yoosung asked suddenly. "How do you mean?" "Similar to- right after getting off a roller coaster." Yoosung likened. "I've never been on one." Seven told him. "Oh...hhiC" Yoosung let his head fall and rest on Seven's shoulder. "Mmh it's sorta similar to being on a boat?" "You mean...like you get a sort of queasy feeling?" "Yeah yeah just like that." "Mm, I guess I can see what you mean." Seven agreed. "I-huURP" Yoosung suddenly hiccuped loudly and covered his mouth. "I actually don't feel so great..." "Shh." Seven placed a finger over his mouth. "That's the feeling... of adulthood." "Adulthood feels uURP- pretty terrible..." Yoosung was feeling worse by the minute. "You just have to embrace it Yoosung." Seven encouraged. "We only get to experience this once a year!" "Seven... Seven I don't feel so good." Yoosung sat forward, hunched over himself. "Can't you just relax and enjoy it while it lasts Yoosung?" Seven sighed. "It's a feeling unlike any other after all." "I'm-uhg- ganna be sick." Yoosung said weakly. "I pity you, not being able to enjoy this rare experience." But just as Seven said this, he leaned over the side of the couch and spewed out flood of vomit onto the floor. Yoosung sat beside him staring with wide eyes. It didn't take long for Jumin to hear word of this and before either of them could cause any more trouble, Jumin had instructed two large men to have them lifted up and escorted out. They were led into a back room where some extra party supplies were being stored. "Thank you." Jumin handed the two men large bills and they went back to their posts. "Did I not say-" Jumin sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, I have no words for you two. I'll return to fetch you after the party. Please don't make too big a mess." He told them before slamming the door on his way out. "Man... we really did it this time didn't we Seven? Seven?" Yoosung looked around to see that Seven had found a trash bin in the corner of the room and decided it was a suitable place to put his head. Yoosung sighed and sat down in one of the spare chairs that was being stored in the room. "Uhhg I really feel awful. At least it's not as bad as the first college party I got drunk at. That was before I knew about my condition. I almost had to go to a hospital that time." Yoosung sat forward as a wave of nausea went through him and he shut his eyes with a groan. "Seven? How did you find out you had the condition? Don't tell me it was at last year's party?" Seven finished a round of puking and lifted his head up with a sniff. He leaned back against the wall and thought. "No no. It was with Vanderwood." "Your maid?" Yoosung raised an eyebrow. "Yeah Vanderwood thought it would be nice to bond with a few beers. You can imagine it was an unpleasant surprise." "Uhhg" Yoosung groaned. "Yeah, it was a mess but I mean, Vanderwood is a maid... so-" Suddenly, Yoosung snatched the trash bin from Seven's hand and heaved into it. He vomited three times in a row before finally getting a break. He tried to hand it back to Seven but he wouldn't take it. The two of them sighed, laying back and closing their eyes."Yoosung, today you and I have shared a life lesson. To taste the bitterness of adulthood is to-" but Seven was cut off by Yoosung, who pitched forward again to vomit.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

For lucian and Peter(my boysss) -someone slut shaming Peter and lucian being a defensive/protective/angry boyfriend

Any au you like 😘

Protective Lucian, my beloved!

Warning: slut shaming, Lucian about to put the fear of lycans into a man

On with the fic!

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It wasn't really a club, at least that's what Peter said.

There was a bar, loud music, and people, seemed about as much of a club as any to Lucian, but this wasn't his scene, he didn't know the differences. Still, here he was with Peter, who was apparently here for some event for work. Something about trying to impress people in order to get a deal with international merch sales? None of that made a lick of sense of Lucian, so he'd leave Peter to deal with it.

Apparently, doing a business deal in a Vegas club seemed fitting for a performer here, hence why Peter was dressed a little more his style than something more high class. Yes, it was expensive, fitted, and clearly not torn or over-the-top gothic or punk, but Peter was dressed in flashy jewelry, his nails painted, his makeup done, and his button up was blood red and covered in eye imagery that was just a slightly dark shade of red.

He also seemed to think it was smart to have it low cut and most of the buttons open, but Lucian wasn't going to complain. He was greatly enjoying the view of his lover talking to people, looking good as he did so.

Lucian found himself seated at the bar, nursing a drink as he waited for Peter to finish, as he put it, schmoozing with the suits. From what he could tell, the actor was almost done, though a few of the patrons of the club, who were not part of the event, did come up to approach the man a few times to talk.

From what Lucian could hear, it was just Peter's typical fanbase, asking for an autograph, telling him they loved the show, all that. Peter was more than happy to let his ego be stroked, and Lucian was used to the flirting Peter did, it meant nothing but it made his fans happy. Lucian sipped his drink, watching as Peter put on the charms for a few girls as two guys who were in a group, even toying with one of the few buttons still done up and- oh, he popped it, ah.

Well, at least Lucian enjoyed the show from where he sat. He noticed that Peter got a little more quiet, gesturing in Lucian's direction, which caught the attention of his fans. Peter turned, giving a wink, and Lucian smiled, raising his glass a little in acknowledgement.

This, however, did not seem to please one of the men in the group. "Are you serious, dude?" The guy said over the sound of the terrible music.

"Whatcha mean?" Peter asked.

"You seriously flirtin' with us? Talkin' about takin' us to your place, when you just up and said your fucking boyfriend is right over there?"

Peter looked confused, looking at the guy before looking back at Lucian. "I didn't say anything about-"

"You said you'd love for us all to see your bed, it's big enough for all of us, and your boyfriend won't mind."

One of the girls tried to get the guy to shut up, but he ignored her, jabbing a finger at Peter's chest. "Fuck, I thought you were cool, that the rumors online were just that, rumors. But you really are a bit of a man whore, aren't ya? Should've known from how your all dolled up, lookin' for a cheap trick."

"Hey, now hold the fuck up!" Peter snapped, swatting the hand away, but the man gave Peter a shove.

"Uhg, don't touch me, don't know where those hands have been!"

Lucian was on his feet, quick to be at Peter's side. He put an arm around his lover's shoulders, holding him close. "Excuse me, is there a problem here?"

The stranger turned his attention to Lucian now. "Oh, you really gonna defend this guy? Even after what he had planned? Must have you whipped or somethin'."

Lucian's jaw twitched, but he decided to be the bigger man of the two. After all, some idiot human was easier to manage than a whole pack of worked up lycans, wondering if they'd be discovered in their newest hiding spot.

"I think it would be most wise if you did not insult my lover, as you have been." Lucian said, his voice even, careful, but sharp. "Yes, he is a flirt, but really, that's what he is and I still care about him deeply. There wasn't ever going to be a chance of you going up to see our home anyway."

"I repeat," The man glared, "whipped. Come on, everyone knows he's fucked his way to the top to get his lame show anyway."

Peter made a sound of offense, but Lucian gave his shoulder a small squeeze, to tell him 'I've got this'. "Are you just mad that you can't bed him by yourself? I mean, I can't blame you, Peter is a lovely person and quite a wonder in the bedroom, but he is a committed man, I'm sorry, but you missed your chance. Now, we were in the middle of an event, best you go back to your night of clubbing."

The man didn't seem to like Lucian's words or his tone, and he took a step forward, to make a huge mistake. But Lucian was having none of that, he shifted his arm just enough to reveal a glint of something under the sleeve of his jacket.

The man noticed it, he saw the tip of a very dangerous looking weapon that Lucian always kept on him, for his and Peter's protection. The stranger took a step back as Lucian stared him down. "Off you go." He said, smiling, giving a little wave of his free hand.

Looking uncomfortable, the man walked off, his group of friends following. Peter turned in Lucian's hold, eyes wide. "God damnit, babe, do you know how hot your are when you go all guard dog like that?"

"Please do not refer to me as a guard dog... but thank you?"

"Let's go find a private spot, I'm gonna show you how much this man whore is grateful for you." He smirked and, oh, there went the only button still holding the shirt together. Lucian was sure he saw a coat closet somewhere nearby...

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Peter is allowed to call himself a man whore, don't worry.

Also, I kept thinking about that one image of David, during that interview when he had the Crowley hair, and his button up gave us quite a show. >.>

[pandatypewriter]

B.A.P Le Noir Au: Ch. 11 (Himchan): A Brewing Storm

Whew! I’m pumping these scenarios out faster than I thought haha! Thank God for the three day weekend and for not giving me much school work yet. Emphasis on the yet because I know college is just waiting to kick my ass -_- Anyways here is Chapter 11! Things are starting to get tense y’all!!

“Woah, what’s wrong with you?” Youngjae cocked an eyebrow as Himchan let out disgruntled mumbles, plopping himself down on the soft leather chair. His eyebrows furrowed and he was glaring at nothing.

“Hey, are you alright?” Yongguk shot his friend a stern look of concern.

“Huh?” Himchan looked up to see he had all eyes on him. Looks of confusion and concern plastered on their faces. “I-it’s nothing.” Himchan cleared his throat and sat up straight, adjusting his jacket.

“You sure it has nothing to do with the commotion outside?” Jongup raised an eyebrow, watching Himchan’s reaction like a hawk. Himchan hated that about Jongup. He was way too intuitive. It made him harder to understand, control. He always seemed to have the upperhand.

“No. It’s not,” Himchan kept his tone level, trying not to leak any hint of his growing frustration. Jongup continued to watch him, unconvinced by Himchan’s response. When Himchan’s expression didn’t waver however, Jongup dropped the topic and leaned back into his chair. “So what do we got?”

“We got everything worth taking before Yongguk roasted their hideout,” Youngjae pulled out a usb from his pocket and sticking it into the smart TV hanging on the far wall. Images of bank financials, shipment dates, and escort clubs the Emperor Dragons owned. “But there were some peculiar things…”

“What?” Himchan cocked an eyebrow, staring at the screen intently and analyzing all the information placed before him.

“We also found these files.” Youngjae tossed a thick stack of old, musty folders in front of the boys.

“They were hidden under the Emperor Dragon’s desk.” Zelo noted as he opened the files, sifting through them.

“What the hell?” Daehyun stared down at the files in disbelief. Yongguk gave a cold stare to the information that was presented in the folders. Himchan’s eyebrows began to furrow once more. This was bigger than they had expected.

Information. From high end weapons deals to warring countries to chemical weapons that could be used to eradicate a small village. Human trafficking of children. Coordinates to some high ranking military bases and ports. The information was vague and in pieces, but nonetheless ominous.

“The Emperor Dragons were a big group...but to do something on this scale….” Himchan glared at the information before him. They had stepped into a bigger mess than they had expected.

“We’ve got another player….A bigger one.” A spark seemed to light up in Jongup’s eyes at the idea of another prey and a challenge at that.

“What’s with these letters? INF? They seem to be popping up all over these documents…” Zelo noted, showing Yongguk and Himchan. He was adamant that it wasn’t any sort of weapon or gun shipment. He had never heard of a gun having the letters INF.

“We can ask the Dragon Prince when we find him.” Youngjae smirked as he closed the file.

“Word around town is that he’s gathering how ever many dragons that are left.” Yongguk noted, leaning back into his leather chair.

“Guess he’s looking for revenge.” Daehyun’s eyebrows furrowed. Revenge on them was one thing, but if the Dragon Prince was riled up enough he may go after the people they cared about. That was the last thing Daehyun wanted to imagine.

“Then we’ll deal with it like how we usually do,” Himchan scoffed, tossing the file aside and taking a sip of his scotch. “Youngjae, see if you can find more about this INF. Daehyun, Jongup, go ‘ask’ around town and find out where we can find the Dragon Prince. Yongguk, Zelo I need you two to stop by the docks. Check out these shipments and which freights are taking them to and from here.”

“And you?” Daehyun raised a confused brow at his leader. Himchan never told them the full extent to his plans. It was always 99% never 100%. At times it was frustrating and downright suspicious, but they trusted him. He never did anything that would put them in harm's way, if anything he chose to carry the burden on his own.He never told a soul the details of his missions, his duties. Not even to Yongguk. He didn’t want them to worry about unnecessary things. The lives they chose were dangerous and the last thing they needed were distractions. Sometimes he wished he could learn from his own words.

“Special agents are investigating our little fire that happened at the Emperor Dragon’s HQ. I’m going to find out how much they’ve figured out and stop the problem before it begins.” Himchan smirked as he got up from his seat, lazily waving goodbye as he left the room.

“Who the hell are you?” You growled, gripping tightly onto Jaebum's arms until you felt your nails dig into his skin.

“So you are Scotty’s wife!” Jaebum still stared at you dumbfounded, still unable to process the information he had just discovered. What were the chances that he would find his former partner and best friend’s wife after so many years!?

“I’m not playing games,” You glared at him, quickly releasing your grip and grabbing the small pistol you kept by your side, the barrel of the gun aiming at his chest. “WHO. ARE. YOU.” You gritted through your teeth. No one knew about Scotty. Only your Padrino and Sam. That was it. The only other person who would know were the ones who killed him.

“Woah! I was Scotty partner back in the day. Kim Jaebum?” He put his hand out in attempt to calm your nerves, while his other hand slowly trailed to his sidearm. Your eyebrows furrowed. You knew that Scotty had a partner when he was on the job, but the name Kim Jaebum was never mentioned. In the midst of your contemplation, Jaebum quickly pushed your armed arm away, quickly coming behind you and holding you in a light choke hold with his sidearm pointing at your side abdomen. “Pretty ladies like you shouldn’t be holding guns,” Jaebum let out a sigh, catching his breath. “He never mentioned me once?” He looked down at you, his hot breath stroking your cheek. He let out an annoyed groan. “That guy really...and he kept calling me the annoying punk…” Your eyes went wide for a moment as you turned and looked up at Jaebum.

“Aiiisshhhh!” Scotty let out a groan as he slumped down on the kitchen chair, whimpering at the stacks of paperwork that was presented before him.

“You’re never home this early.” You chuckled, coming up from behind him and wrapping your arms around his strong, sturdy shoulders.

“I just missed you,” He looked up at you, flashing you a cheeky grin. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Aww come on, don’t you miss your lovely husband too?” He puckered his lips and mimicked the lip motion of a fish, only causing you to let out a chuckle.

“Yes, I do,” You grinned, leaning down and placing a peck on his lips. “But’s what’s with all the papers?” You leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder to get a better look. You reached out to grab one of the papers, but was quickly stopped by your husband.

“Yah, you know you can’t look at this stuff with the profession you have,” He wagged his finger before placing a quick kiss on the top of your hand. “Uhg, and I got this load of paperwork cause of my new partner.”

“Uptight?” You raised an eyebrow. Scotty tended to keep work life away from the home, since you hanged around the men he captured, so moments in which he vented to you were very rare and you always listened carefully.

“The opposite! God, this kid is so rash and reckless! And don’t even get me started on his temper!” He let out an exasperated, but his ragged expression was soon replaced with a smile. “But that annoying punk’s got potential. He’s eager and his head is in the right place.”

“Sounds like someone I know.” You chuckled, nuzzling into Scotty’s neck.

“I know! That’s why I’m terrified!”

“You…” At the recognition in your voice, Jaebum released his hold on you, his arm limply rested across your shoulders.

“I’m Scotty’s partner back when he was a detective…” Jaebum’s words were steady. He was still settling with the fact that his former mentor was married to a gang-infested bar owner and to top it all off she was so young and beautiful.

“Then why are you a special agent?” You gripped the hilt of your gun, still skeptical of his identity.

“I’m following up Scotty’s last case…” His words were barely above a murmur. You knew exactly what case he was speaking of. The case that cost Scotty his life. That ruined yours.

“The crime syndicate…” You remembered that case by heart, it was burned into your memory. It had become a part of you. You had warned Scotty over and over that he was jumping into something that was too big for him. Too big for even you to help him. But he would always flash you that cheeky, cocky grin before kissing you on the forehead, assuring you that he got everything under control. The only thing he didn’t account for was they liked to play dirty, hit him where it hurts. You.

“Exactly. After Scotty’s...passing, I’ve been keeping track of possible gangs that may be working with them and possible sleeper members that have been imbedded into other gangs. I figured I would be able to find out more if I had more firepower…so that how Special Agent Im Jaebum came to be...” Jaebum’s voice was soft, almost tender. Scotty was his best friend, a brother, a mentor. Someone he considered a confidant, a safe haven he could come to when he could no longer stand his strict household.

“And you think the Emperor Dragons were one of these gangs you spoke of…” You bit your bottom lip, understanding the gravity of the situation. The Emperor Dragons could have led you straight to your husband’s killer.

“We don’t think. We know for a fact that the Emperor Dragon’s made contact with the crime syndicate. Y/N...we need to know why they were here. Their hideout was burned to the ground, if it’s the crime syndicate burning bridges than we can be a step ahead of them.” You chewed on your bottom lip. You understood what he was asking, but the answer wouldn’t be what he was looking for. You knew exactly who and why their hideout was burned down. The evidence had to be gone and what’s the best way to get rid of evidence? Fire.

“Well haven’t you two gotten, chummy?” Himchan smirked, leaning on the entrance of Le Noir, your coat resting over his forearm. “But do keep talking, did I happen to hear something about a crime syndicate?”

Jaebum glared at Himchan and quickly released you, stepping back. “We’re done talking,” He sneered as he shuffled in his pocket and pulled out his card. “If you have any information….or just want to talk. Here.”

You took the card, gingerly in your hands. “I’ll see…” Your brain was so confused right now. Everything seemed to be crashing in front of you. An overload of information. Your husband’s former partner. Leads to his possible killer. This ominous crime syndicate that played the role of puppet master. A flash of sadness popped in his eyes at your answer, before his stern work expression returned, giving a slight bow before he left.

As Jaebum walked down the cold, lone sidewalk to his SUV down the street many thoughts were running through his head. How could his mentor hide you from him? How did the two of you meet? His head and thoughts were in a tizzy. The buzz from his pocket, pulled him out of his deep mental conversation. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, annoyed by the sudden interruption.

“Talk.” Jaebum was exhausted, both mentally and physically. The only thing he wanted to do was go to bed.

“We’ve found some information,” Jinyoung’s voice echoed through the quiet street. “It seems that BAP and the Emperor Dragon’s have been on rough terms lately. Rumor has it that they stole one of the Emperor Dragon’s shipment of weapons.”

“Army level?” Jaebum’s eyebrows furrowed. Could BAP also be one of the gangs under Infernum.

“Not sure yet, we’re heading down to the docks to check out the shipping list.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you all back at HQ.” The phone call ended with click. A small smirk appeared on Jaebum’s face as he shoved his hands into his pocket. Maybe it was time to take a closer look at BAP.

“Hey are you okay?” Himchan came up beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Y-yeah...I’m fine...just tired.” You let out a sigh, running a hand down your face. You knew what Himchan wanted to say. What were you talking about with him? What crime syndicate is he talking about? Did he mention anything about us? You appreciated that he didn’t ask.

“We should head back to your place.” Himchan placed your jacket around your shoulders which you returned with an appreciative smile.

“We? I don’t think I invited you, Mr. Kim Himchan.” You smirked, pulling the coat closer to your form to shield you from the cold.

“It’s not safe for you, Adenium. Plus I miss your company.” He smirked, walking with you back to your apartment.

“I’m sure you do,” You roll your eyes before you leaned in closer to him so that your face was only a few inches from him. “But I think you’re more interested in my conversation with Jaebum.”

Himchan’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t like the sound of Special Agent Im’s name coming from your lips. It seemed too personal. Too intimate. It annoyed the hell out of him.

“Can’t I have both?” He managed to show you a smirk through his boiling irritation as the two of you walked into your apartment complex building.

“Greedy aren’t we?” You chuckled as the two of you entered the elevator, pressing the number to your floor.

“I like to be well-informed,” He scoffed. “And based from what I saw today, you’re a complete enigma.”

“I thought men liked women with mystery.” You rolled your eyes as you exited the elevator.

“Most do,” He cocked an eyebrow as he followed behind you. “Is that what your husband liked about you?”

You froze in place before turning around, glaring daggers at Himchan. “Don’t talk about him.” You growled. Himchan didn’t know why, but he was annoyed. Frustrated. That this mystery man had such an effect on you. Who you treasured so dear that you kept a picture of him. Where was he? When you were hurt? Broken? Nearly raped? Where the hell was he!?

“Why not? For someone who has such a great effect on you, he doesn’t seem to show up much.” Himchan growled, stepping closer to you. He felt stupid. Immature. He knew that he shouldn’t be stepping on these landmines, but the emotions that he was holding was boiling over. Your husband that you loved dearly. Special Agent Im that has some connection with you that he wouldn’t understand. It drove him mad. He had told himself, convinced himself that he should throw away these emotions that he felt for you. Bury them and let them rot. If you were any other girl he wouldn’t care. He slept with many, dated a few, but none of them ever made him this emotional. He was right. You were a poison and there was no cure.

“Himchan, please…” You nearly pleaded with the man. You didn’t want to fight with him. You did care for him, possibly held even stronger feelings for him. But you were too confused. Lost. Too much on your mind. You needed time...needed to settle the storm in your heart that hadn’t been soothed since Scotty was ripped away from you. “Can we just drop it…”

Himchan’s eyes soften at your exhausted, defeated expression. He didn’t mean to make you more stress. To add more trouble to your plate. If he could he would punch himself in the face for his dumbass actions. “I’m sorry...I’m didn’t mean to start something…” He scratched the back of his head, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I know…” You flashed him a brief smile before you began opening the lock to the front door. As you turned the knob you felt a strange knot in the bottom of your stomach. Something seemed off. Himchan’s eyes went wide when he heard an unusual click.

“Y/N! Don’t move!” He attempted to reach out to you, but it was too late. You were trapped.

Thanks for reading! Comments and feedback are much appreciated!

[rotts-home]

(im writing this here bc i really didnt want to post it in the video, i just found out about k garrah person and ALL the drama and its ugh, disgusting. im just too lazy and i want to keep watching the video lmao)

i find the whole island thing... uhg. idk. the worst thing is you ALWAYS hear that in those arguments over veganism, homosexuality, trans people or just being queer in general. look, of course it all depends on the factors. cuz its not the same thing being born alone in some way and growing up in that island, with no comparision, no knowledge of other types of bodies, etc  than being left in there years later with all the dysphoria, social opinions, hate/confusion about your body. and even so, not all people act the same way. i just really hate those hYpotheticAl wiNniNg aRgumEnts !1! ! it doesnt mean anything. people really fail at thinking just because its the option youd pick, its the same as everybody else will. 

and the fucking island of homosexality (hey, anybody want to create w me that so we can live there??), so what? you think hetero/homo is the only two available choices? you think we as humans only count if we have children? you really want your children to later marry/fuck each other so they can procreate and create more people?!?😍😊 jesus. EEEVEN, you think every person is fertile? (idk if thats how you write it in english, idc, translate it if not), wants to have children? you really think every woman/men duo will just end up fucking each other bc they cant be friends? they cant dislike each other? i mean, same goes to homo people (its so weird to say that...) but JEEEEZ. i do really hate the island argument.

veganism! lowkey my fav! look darling, most animals you eat, yeah? the cows, the sheeps, pigs, fish, ducks, rabbits, if you dare. they eat grass, vegetables, seaweeds, fruits. if the animal/s are alive in that island, they have some of those. so yeah, ill still fucking eat grass over an animal. even so, EVEN SO, how tf do you plan on killing the animal? i still could write about it, but i dont want to think about it anymore, im not angry anymore, just wanted to get that out of my chest.

ah. im just. tired. im just asking for a little thinking.