#minty’s monologue

[jaynopoly]

Me after being Lloyd and Kai’s number one hater and no one getting me.

I watch lego Ninjago for jay that’s it

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Actually I’ve come to the conclusion that Cynthia would like Kingdom Hearts for the exact same reason she likes Graces f (the homoerotic tension,,,,,,)

[alastorss]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day! I've been thinking, how would Alastor react to the reader casually saying stuff like "I like your laugh, it's nice," and "You voice is really soothing," out of the blue.

a/n: oh i loooooved writing this ^ ^ he would 100% be the type to try and hide that he actually likes the compliments but fail miserably. thank you and i hope you like this!

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You'd like to say you know everything about Alastor, but that's far from the truth.

You know his mother's jambalaya recipe, sure, and that he takes his coffee black. You've memorized the intro of his morning broadcast, and learned the feeling of his chin propped on your shoulder.

There are pieces of Alastor you know like the back of your hand, but somehow you've never even scratched the surface of deciphering him. He was just like that, you suppose—an enigma wrapped in another mystery that would take a lifetime to unravel.

The only thing he liked more than his secrets was keeping them, after all.

And he especially enjoyed toying with you—dangling little tidbits of trivia about him in front of your face and snatching it away when you inevitably took the bait. He'd laugh about it, too, saying you were so adorable for trying.

For some time you had hypothesized that his ears were a good way of gauging his real thoughts about matters, but he was irritatingly good at controlling those as well. Not even the slightest twitch to give away his inner monologue.

"You are so annoying, you know that?" You once told him while brushing your teeth, words coming out muffled from your toothbrush. Minty foam gathered at your mouth while you glared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

He only laughed, as he always did, and propped his chin on your shoulder.

"How rude!" He chastised you playfully.

You leaned down to rinse your mouth. "I'm just saying," you muttered after standing tall again, "I wish I knew what was going through that head of yours sometimes."

Unsurprisingly, Alastor's expression was unreadable.

He opted to bite your cheek and walk away from the conversation after that, not bothering to enlighten you even slightly.

You watched him from across the bathroom, eyeing the way his shadow danced around him with a mind of its own before it disappeared into the darkness.

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His downfall began with a comment you made after you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.

He had been reading the latest article about the Vees to you out loud, practically singing his amusement with how terrible this column had painted out Vox to be. With fame came criticism, of course, and Alastor would happily sit there and criticize Vox all day if he could.

Your head hit his shoulder quick and he sighed, ears perking at the familiar sound of your slowing breaths. (He didn't bother waking you. It's not like he had much else to do at the time.)

"Your voice is so soothing," you shrugged when you finally awoke. "The static is like... comforting white noise for me, or something."

'Or something?' he wanted to ask.

He didn't, because he didn't really care for an explanation further than that. (He definitely didn't avoid prying because he felt something warm in his chest knowing you thought that way about him.)

It kept happening after that, as much as he wishes it didn't.

Little comments you slid into conversation so casually—tiny compliments and teases that drove him up the wall. They were softening him up, flattering him in dangerous ways.

The demon felt his sanity wearing thin with each passing day, making tremendous efforts to hide the way your slips made him warm.

He's sure he is about to crack. At any moment, his ears will flick or his cheeks will cherub with genuine joy because you can't keep your words to yourself. But he's done well for himself thus far, pat on the back, for not gratifying you.

He mentally groans when you join him at the bar, eyeing his drink. "It's the middle of the day," you point out.

"And you've come to scold me?" He tuts.

"I've come to join you, actually."

Alastor chuckles, voice missing it's usual static filter. He reaches over to pour you a glass when you smile at him.

"You have a nice laugh."

He nearly shatters the glass in his hands.

You snicker quietly, leaning over the bar to creep under his face which is scrunched up in concentration.

"What's wrong? I like your laugh, you should do it more!"

Taking a deep breath, the Radio Demon reaches over to pinch your nose. You yelp and jerk away from him, glaring.

"Flattery will get you nowhere~" he sings.

Your head tilts to the side in confusion. There's a smugness to your gaze that makes him feel like a trapped animal, and he realizes that you've known all along what you've done to him.

"Oh, but I think it does," you laugh, nodding to his shadow burned into the floor.

Its smile is uncharacteristically soft, missing all semblance of its usual fangs and sharp edges. Howling in embarrassment, the shadow dives away, abandoning its owner to confront you alone.

All this time, his shadow had been the one betraying him. Through all the times he had forced his ears to stay rigid, with all the effort to maintain his mask of indifference, you'd seen where he had overlooked.

His jaw clenches so hard he can feel his teeth grinding into each other. "You are perceptive, my dear."

"No," you giggle. "You're just bad at hiding how you feel. I think it's cute."

Alastor glowers at you, but his ears flop back and forth atop his head at your praise anyway.

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[mykoreanlove]

Insecurities

“Do you.. do you not enjoy sleeping with me? Y’know.. having sex with me?”

Chan’s question caught you off guard. You haven’t been dating for long and it was true, you were very hesitant about it but not because you didn’t like him or didn’t want him. Your insecurities were the reason why you rejected him way too often – and now he was standing before you, suspiciously assuming the worst.

You took a deep breath and answered shakily: “It’s not what you think it is..”                             

You couldn’t help but look at the wooden floor as this topic made you highly uncomfortable. Chan didn’t hesitate to approach you – he took your hands into his and whispered softly: “It’s okay, baby girl. You can tell me.” 

Communication wasn’t your strongest fort, especially not about the topic of sex, but looking into your boyfriend’s almond-shaped eyes made you ease up. He always looked at you with adoration, with a look of understanding and compassion. While he drew circles on the palm of your hand, you collected yourself and explained what was going on.

“I don’t enjoy sleeping with you because I’m afraid I’m doing everything wrong. Like, you are so experienced but me? I’m fairly new to all this and I get in my head and then my insecurities feed away at me. Am I blowing you the right way? Am I moving my hips sexily enough when I’m riding you? Am I pretty enough… down there? Once I start overthinking, I can hardly stop. I mean, look at you – you look like a Greek god, but me? I’m nothing special. I have an okay face, my tits are too small, I have a full tummy – my body is totally average. There are a billion better options out there, yet you chose me.”

You stopped to catch your breath. Even though you were fed up with your insecurities and afraid of Chan’s reaction, you still felt better – relieved even. Chan waited patiently for you to end your self depreciating monologue before he started chuckling. You expected everything but certainly not this. Your boyfriend looked at your puzzled face and bursted out laughing: “Y/N, who made you believe this shit?”

You frowned, unable to speak. Thoughts racing through your head, wondering what he meant by that. Chan stopped laughing and took a good look at you. He was playful, his brown eyes lighting up as he examined your face and body.

He came closer, his nose touching yours slightly. You felt his minty breath on your face, his musky scent in your nose, his big hands on your hips. You squeezed your legs shut – as much as you feared fucking him, you still had a burning desire for this man. You wondered if he noticed you squeezing your legs or your heart beating faster or you already leaking for him. Judging by his smirk it had to be so.

“Baby”, he whispered softly, “I heard everything you said but I’m sorry, I cannot agree with you. That’s a whole load of crap.”

He placed tender kisses all over your face. “I really like your okay face. In fact, I kinda love it already. And to me, it’s not okay at all. It’s precious, beautiful and magnificent.” Chan continued kissing down your body, covering your neck and collarbone with sweet kisses. His hands moved to your breasts and freed them from your shirt, removing your bra and kneading them cautiously. He took your nipples into his fingers and squeezed them hard which made you squirm under him. “I think I need to punish you for insulting my favorite parts of yours. Small tits?” he shook his head disapprovingly. “More like perfect tits”, and with that he sucked on them – hard, leaving you moaning his name. You were sure your tits were covered in bruises tomorrow, but you didn’t care at all. As long as it was Chan bruising you, you were good.

His lips kept traveling down your body, hands following seconds after. As he squeezed your hips and sucked on the skin of your stomach, you couldn’t help but laugh. He looked up at you lovingly. “Ticklish, my love?” You gazed at him, biting your lip, wanting him to continue – but he didn’t. Instead, he looked at you sternly: “I love your tummy. I love laying my head on it and hear you breathe. I love kissing it and squeezing it and playing with it” – you didn’t hear his last words as he already started playing raspberry on your stomach. “So don’t you ever, ever baby girl, call yourself anything but special. I love your body. I really fucking do.” In this moment you truly believed him, his sincere eyes promising nothing but the truth.

“As for the rest”, he started to unzip your jeans, “I believe we have some catching up to do.” He took off your pants and found you in your red cotton panties, already soaked for him. His breath got stuck in his throat as he gazed over you, so turned on by you. You and your shyness, you and your inexperience, you and your desire for him to worship you, to ruin you. Chan pushed your panties aside and started kissing your aroused pussy, playing with your wetness on his tongue. You arched your back, overwhelmed by the feeling of his pink tongue on your sensitive clit. As he was about to enter you with his fingers, he stopped, looking up at you hastily, your juices all over his full lips: “Baby girl, I almost forgot” – you looked at him expectantly, slightly annoyed by the disturbance. “You are pretty enough… down here. More than pretty enough actually..” – he smirked dirtily – “Y/N, I’d say you look divine.”

[xinfinityl0ve17]

Kami's Monologue

Vol. 1 #Mu

This time i thought i would introduce a treasure of mine thati haven’t shown to many people. Actually, i collect various things like old candy and juice cans.

Recently, when i happened to go to a convenience store i saw… to my surprise, coffee gum has made a splendid comeback…!! So let me introduce part of my treasure: the history of Lotte gum.

This is Juicy Fruit Chewing Gum which is very, very sweet... However, the blend of various fruits is exquisite… It’s no longer sold but I’m sure it will make a comeback (as of June 6).

The green gum, this is Fresh Mint Chewing Gum. I remember seeing this gum in my childhood, but I never had it. However the reason I have this gum now is a secret. The taste is a bit like a lighter version of green gum. It has a refreshing flavor and is quite nice.

The white gum, Spearmint Gum. This one has a minty, cool feeling but is a sweet flavor that I really like.

The pink gum , Bonnie Ume Gum. It truly has the taste of ume (plum). It doesn’t taste like pickled plum but has a plum like flavor. This is also one of my favorite sweet gums.

The brown gum… Coffee Chewing Gum. This gum has splendidly made a comeback recently after disappearing once about ten years ago. I was very sad about that. This is also sweet, with a sweet coffee flavor.

The newly revived version has slightly different packaging. The flavor is a bit lighter, but it has been beautifully recreated.

The blue gum… Grapefruit Chewing Gum. I have a memory of being bought this when I was a child, and I was so impressed by how delicious it was. A few years later, it disappeared.

The reason I have this gum now is a secret! I was shocked when a gum I really liked disappeared, but it miraculously came back as a 1/5 commemorative edition, which also moved me. It has changed its name to "Sweety Gum"...

In reality, the flavor was not very well recreated. The taste is actually more profound and sweet, similar to the flavor of grapefruit chewing gum. It is wonderful that things from the past can make a comeback. It truly shows that “history repeats itself.”

There are also Green Gum, Tarl Mint Gum, and others, but there is actually one gum that I don’t have. It’s called Quick Quench Gum. There’s a picture of a person playing sports on the yellow packaging. The taste is lemon-flavored, with a slightly sporty feeling, like a mix of Pocari Sweat and Gatorade... I really liked it, but for some reason, chewing this gum made my teeth hurt, which I hated. When you eat lemon, your teeth might hurt, right...? It’s just like that...

There are other perfumes like "Yves" and "Donna." There used to be many delicious and wonderful things. I hope more things will make a comeback.

15 Autumn 1999

[lavender-inkwell-99]

Testing (WIP)

A ChelDOS fic

Harsh fluorescent lights flicker on inside Chell’s “room.” Though room was a bit of a misnomer. Really, it was a glorified cage with barely enough room for a bed and a toilet. The walls were made of a soft padding. Even the bed was nothing more than a jut out of this padding from the wall. The toilet similarly was padded and looked more like a jumbo sized roll of paper towels than the typical porcelain throne. 

“Wakey, wakey. Do you know what today is? It’s our five year anniversary. Can you believe it?” inquired GLaDOS over the loudspeaker, her gentle, synthetic voice emanating from the walls of the room itself. Chell groans as she sits up and stretches, ignoring her jailer. “Five years ago today you came to my door, desperate, parentless, fat. Yet I still took you in with open arms. I gave you what you always craved - purpose. To test for eternity for me.”

Chell stands and stretches some more. She has learned to take advantage of her tormentor’s morning monologue as a good time to warm up her muscles for the hours of testing ahead. “I have some surprises in store for you. To commemorate our time together. And don’t worry, cake isn’t one of them. Someone needs to watch their weight, after all.” A panel in the wall recesses and slides away to reveal an opening. Beyond it, as there has been almost every day for the past five years, was a stand holding a portal gun and something GLaDOS insists is a protein bar. Though to Chell it feels more like modeling clay, and tastes more like minty soap. But the fact that she has not died yet of starvation or malnutrition was at least some proof of its dietary validity.

She scarfs down her breakfast, and picks up the portal gun. The door beyond the stand opens, revealing a pneumatic elevator. Chell steps inside and is propelled to her first test of many for the day. It is a surprisingly simple one compared to the past few weeks. Nothing more than just getting a weighted cube and placing it on the right pressure plate. The next test is similarly easy. As is the next and the next. For hours Chell goes through chamber after chamber of tests fifth graders could do. During all this GLaDOS is unusually quiet. Not even chiming in with the occasional over-worn jab at her lack of parents, or nonexistent weight issue. Chell suspects this is GLaDOS’ idea of punishment for 

After hours of these mind numbingly easy tests, Chell enters a chamber unlike anything she’s seen before. It was a single large room. The walls and floor are covered in the same soft padding as her room. In the center, a venusian figure of wires and polymers hangs from the ceiling. At first Chell mistakes it for GLaDOS’ normal carapace but as she studies it she finds it is quite different. The usual clean silhouette of her body is marked with a series of retracted pneumatic tendrils hugging the sides, along with a pair of articulating arms resting in front like a praying mantis waiting to strike. 

[soliloqueeer]

the part where patrick & art reunite

And so, a chase begins.

They are flying, racing across the court, leaving a racket and duffel bag in their wake. And all at once, it’s like they’re twelve again. The two of them are chasing each other through the halls of the academy. He’s running away after he steals the last slice of the pizza from Art’s tray. He’s ducking when Art desperately attempts to cover Patrick’s mouth before he can embarrass him in front of a cute girl. He feels like he’s soaring, leaping over a net, jumping over a bench, bumping into players as if the Stanford tennis courts were one giant obstacle course.

Art keeps running, looking back with a cheeky grin before opening the gate and escaping outside.

Patrick eventually catches up to him in the nearby courtyard, tackling him until they’re tumbling onto the grass.

They’re rolling around until, suddenly, Art is on top of him, pinning his arms to the ground with a triumphant grin.

Patrick blinks, caught off guard, panting as his heart pounds wildly in his chest.

He’s gotten stronger, the little shit.

They stare at each other for a long moment. Art’s body is heavy and hard on top of him. Patrick smiles wickedly, loving every single second.

“Wanna buy me dinner first?” he asks, breaking the tension.

Art barks out a laugh, minty breath blowing across his face before he quickly rolls off.

Patrick sits up on his elbows, bending a knee to obscure the bulge in his jeans.

With Art lying on his back, Patrick peers down, taking a moment to really take him in.

He looks good. Really good. He’s wearing a bright red tee over a white long-sleeve undershirt. Beneath those layers, Patrick can see the outline of his broad shoulders, pecks and biceps. The line of his jaw is hard and defined. Underneath his backwards cap, Art's hair has grown longer since they last saw each other, longer probably than it’s ever been. He reaches over and knocks off his hat to tease his blonde locks.

"Don't they have any barbers around here?" Patrick asks as Art swats his hand away with a sheepish smile.

"I know, I know, I need a haircut."

Please don't, Patrick thinks to himself.

“So, uh,” Art says, craning his neck to shoot Patrick a sardonic smile. “Welcome to Stanford. Where the winds of freedom blow.”

Patrick can’t stop smiling. “Is this where you give me a campus tour?”

“I’m not giving you a campus tour.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because, no offence, I’m not really interested in hearing another one of your Good Will Hunting monologues about my Ivy League education.”

“Damn it.”

As if on cue, Patrick’s stomach grumbles.

“I need a snack,” he declares, rubbing his belly.

Art grins. “I know a place.”

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[xxsycamore]

One Hot Love

╰┈➤ 📸 Because we're not ready to let go of summer just yet.

Fenrir Godspeed x Main Character + Fenrir/Alice/Ray/Sirius/Luka/Seth • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Polyamory; they're all dating; but focus is on fen/alice; Beach Sex; Road Trips; modern elements; i gave them cars and car radios basically; Skinny Dipping; Water Sex; Vaginal Sex; getting caught; Outdoor Sex; Banter; Black Army polycule • wordcount: 1,780 • masterlist

a/n: That was me paying homage to the passing summer WHAT HAPPENED, WHY COUDN'T I POST THIS ANY SOONER? Anyway, One Hot Love by Makoto Matsushita was THE summer song for me this year, and at one point it aligned with my ikerev nostalgia so here we are... always wanted to write a black army polycule <3

"Man, that song is stuck in my head now. Putting the only CD we could find on repeat was no doubt better than going the whole drive without any music on, but…"

"What are you talking about, you could have listened to Seth's melodic voice instead~!" Alice gawks, a hand over her heart in a display of affection that seems to be aimed at riling Fenrir up. Though, knowing how the 10 of Spades has her head over heels for him, Fenrir won't be surprised if that's her genuine reaction to listening to the man's monologues for four hours straight. And despite that they all love Seth, Fenrir is sure that in this aspect Alice is alone.

They came here with the rest of the officers and the King to check out what was reported to be a group of disciples from the Magic Tower disrupting the peace around the coast. Ray insisted on checking it out personally and the others kind of tagged along and from there it turned into a (work) road trip.

"Uhuh. Either way, boss looked like he's seconds away from taking the gun from my holster and aiming it at the car radio."

"He wasn't even the one driving, though… Was he too sleepy or something? We did get here only after it got dark yesterday but I thought it wasn't past his bedtime…"

"Pfft, sounds like him! But no. I know what got him so worked up but I won't tell ya~"

"Feeeeen! C'mon!"

Stopping in her tracks for a second, Alice lets out a deep sigh when the Ace just keeps taking long strides across the sandy path, refusing to satiate her curiosity. Letting out a loud "Hmph!" that falls on deaf ears due to the sea breeze surrounding them, Alice dashes forward to join Fenrir's side again, and keeps the pace until he's the one walking behind her instead.

A harsh and sudden gust of wind blows by, and Alice all but feels her uniform skirt flying upwards.

"Eeek!"

"Ohh, so you're wearing the pink ones! Nice!"

Putting her hands protectively on her rear as if they aren't the only two people on this beach to begin with, and as if Fenrir didn't just see everything there is to see, Alice throws him the best mean look she can muster before slowing her step so they're side by side again.

"Sorry for teasing ya. I promise I won't cheat if you want to play guess the panty color with the others tonight."

"It's really not about that!!" The focus of Alice's bewilderment quickly shifts from his ridiculous logic to the way he stops her right there and then for a kiss, full on the lips and tasting like the minty ice cream they shared awhile ago. She finds herself savoring his sweet lips, feeling the sun's warmth engulf them fully now that they stopped in their tracks.

"Ya know, I could really go for a swim right now."

Seems like he's not the only one feeling hot now.

"Just like that? Isn't the water cold…"

"One way to find out." Fenrir grins boyishly, the same smile she once fell for, and then kept falling for every day since then. Before she can even blink, Fenrir is already pulling his hoodie over his head and walking in the direction of the shore. Following the rush of wildness, Alice is no different as she gives into the moment, stripping down to her underwear. At least she diligently folds her clothes before putting them down on top of one of the nearby rocks, even if it means Fenrir would beat her at getting to the water first.

"Woohoo! Alice, come here! The water is perfect!"

Losing no more time to join Fenrir, Alice gives up on her cautious approach and lets the waves splash against her as she runs towards them, even when they make her squeal.

"Liar! It certainly is at least a little bit cold…"

"I gotcha."

Before she can complain more, Fenrir enfolds Alice in his toned arms from behind, acting like a big blanket.

"Fen… you're not wearing any underwear…"

"Yeah? Are you?"

Alice shivers as he runs one hand down to check, but the touch is more than welcomed, to her own surprise. She turns around in his arms and places hers around his neck, looking at his deep magenta eyes.

"Remember what you promised me a few months ago? About the next time we go to the beach together?"

"That I'm gonna finally have my way with you in the water like I always fantasized about? Why are you smirking at me like that now?"

Being called out on it, Alice's grin only transforms into a series of chuckles that she tries to hide against Fenrir's broad chest, hoping that he'd get the idea already.

"Alice, mind if I check once more if ya still wearing those pink panties? Just to make sure."

"F-Fen-!"

Receiving her affirmation in the form of her arms tightening their hold around his shoulders, Fenrir's calloused fingers find their way down the curve of her ass and between her legs. They slip under the thin material, crawling inside to find her dripping sex.

"Haah-"

"Still making sure, hold on."

His touch ghosts over her folds, his other hand joining on her front to stroke her clit inside her panties.

"What were ya asking about my promise to you?"

"Do you…think us coming here today counts? Ahh-"

Rubbing on her aroused nub with no remorse as if determined to make her explode on his fingers in mere seconds, Fenrir uses the proximity to the fullest as he nibs Alice's earlobe playfully.

"Do ya want it to count, Alice?"

It's a silly question, with how far they've already gotten. When they're together, it's always hard to say who started things first. The firm erection pressing flush against Alice's belly tells her they're not leaving the water without one last unforgettable summer memory.

"Make it count. I want you so bad."

"Hah! You finally said it." Fenrir chuckles, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her nape all the way to her lips, capturing them with his.

It serves as a distraction as he picks her up, making her instinctively wrap her legs around his torso.

"Hold on tight, Alice. I'm not stopping 'till you're seeing stars."

Running her fingers through the unruly locks at the base of his neck, Alice groans as she feels him guide the tip in, letting gravity do the rest as she sinks down on his girthy length with delight.

"Gods- Why haven't we done this before-"

"That's what I was asking! Ahhh- Fuck, Alice. I want you everywhere, all the time, what are you doing to me?"

Alice's hearty laughter is interrupted by the erratic moans ripped out of her throat by Fenrir's deep thrusts, and she knows perfectly how he feels.

"You can have all of me, Fen! I want you so bad! Ahhh-"

Moving her body up and down on his length at a rapid pace, Fenrir kisses every part of Alice he can put his lips on, her sun-kissed shoulders, her arms sprinkled with small seawater drops that are salty on his tongue, her nape with the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo mixing with the sea breeze.

Alice sinks her nails into his shoulder blades, knowing how much he loves it when she does that, and lets herself go; the orgasm rushes through her body like a lightning strike, pleasure spreading hotly from deep inside her and making her whole body glow in ecstasy. She opens her eyes while throwing her head back, and takes in the endless blue sky above.

Fenrir keeps thrusting into her, making water splash around them as he whispers how close he is, how good she feels around him - and then he brings her down on him hard one last time, keeping her flush to him before filling her with his warmth.

With the cease of movement, they can finally enjoy the kisses they can't hold back from giving each other, the rustling of the sea drowning the little moans of afterglow that escape their thirsty lips. Suddenly feeling giddy again, Fenrir holds her up a little more and makes a little spin in the water, enjoying the girly squeal she lets out. It's only when she is turned to face the shore that she notices.

"Oh my god, that's Sirius and the guys!!"

"Huh?" Fenrir looks over his shoulder and indeed, he can see the figures of one man with his arms crossed on his chest and another three standing not far behind him. "Should we wave at them?"

"Hell no! C'mon, let's go!"

***

"We already ate without you, by the way."

"What?! Noooo! I'm never going patrolling with Fenrir again!"

While Alice laments the loss of her lunch, Seth is already there to squeeze himself between her and Fenrir the very second Alice lets go of Fenrir's hand.

"But Alice!~ Your knight in shining armor is here to save you from the brute, and he even packed you leftovers! I'm not letting my Alice die from hunger like that. Oh my, your face is so hot! Why haven't you put sunscreen on?"

"There he goes again…" Fenrir frowns, resorting to joining Ray's side instead, the latter patting his shoulder sympathetically. Returning the gesture by bringing his arm around Ray's shoulders in turn, Fenrir notices the label sticking out of Rey's uniform shirt.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Upon tucking it back for him, Fenrir sees something curious and pulls a little more on the fabric, leaving a confused Ray as the group stops in their tracks.

"Hey Boss, since when are your initials S.O.?"

Seth is the first to grin knowingly, chiming in. "And aren't your sleeves a little too long?"

Luka inspects the truth of those remarks, blinking in question. "A mishap with the laundry?"

Seth trades his dear Alice's presence for that of Luka's, just so he can lean down and whisper something in his ear, shielding it with his hand while looking directly at Ray.

"That's- Hey. You two better keep your mouths shut, or- And Fenrir, we haven't finished with you yet. We talked about this."

"What? Fucking on the clock? Like hell we're the only ones doing that. Besides,"

Fenrir arrives at Alice's side again, wrapping an arm around her waist for emphasis."…That's what summer's for. Having fun."

Alice blushes, attempting to make things better even if she's just as guilty.

"Fen, it's hardly summer anymore. But… I think you can blame our love for that.

"That's one hot love, then!"

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[jaynopoly]

Everyone seems to forget that jay and Cole are actually artists. Cole in season one?? Jay in seabound?? Why does no one ever talk about them literally being the greatest artists ever??

[igglemouse]

Episode 2 ~ Two Of A Kind

We continued to talk and learn more about each other and I've discovered that Santino is exactly who you might expect him to be. He was a poor boy raised by a single mother who he didn't wish to talk much about but he wanted it known that he came from nothing. 'I was just another poor kid, gutter trash, little to eat, smelled of sewage, absolutely nothing,' he said. It made me embarrassed to tell him my more fortunate backstory. My father was not wealthy but he was rich and I've never had to worry about simoleons. I thought this might lower his opinion of me but it seemed to have done the opposite.

"The world is as it is, Araceli, and it is that way for a reason," he says just as our meal arrives. The olives had a certain oily scent to them that made me fear that they would put an end to the minty fresh breath I've managed to acquire this morning. "You come from good stock, good genes, that much is clear from one look at you. Your place in this world is at the top and the world would be broken to put you desolate and in need on the streets. It simply isn't how the world works, not for a woman as beautiful as you. I could not imagine what might happen to a young Araceli if left alone on the sidewalks to fend for herself."

"Mmhmm," I say, my stomach taking the reins and finding more interest in the olives than the monologue he now found himself in the middle of.

"The world put me on the streets because it was a test, a test that only a man like myself can hope to pass and one, as you can see, I've passed with flying colors," he stopped to take a sip of his drink but I could tell he still had more to say. "And now that I'm here where I belong I mean to take everything I deserve," and with that he slammed his glass on the table hard enough to shake it. 

"I can tell you I've never been one for tests," I say hoping to add some levity to the conversation which works since he does laugh.

"I think you've passed the only one that matters."

I meant to ask what he meant by that but just then the waitress returned, cleaning the table and asking if we were ready for the main course since that that was just the appetizer. Santino gave me a smile telling me it was okay for me to order again and this time I go for Butternut Gnucci? Is that what it's called?

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[flavorcatswebcomic]

(Minty is giving a long winded monologue) Minty: My name is Minty. I'm a Flavor Cat... we were a growing civilization, but most of us got caught by the animal shelter. Before then, an anonymous force gifted us two wands which harnessed strong emotions and transformed them into power. We don't really know how to use them, though. What happened to the second wand? It started with a stupid decision and a robot... but the one we have now is super valuable, especially if it can harmonize our souls with a human soul! If you take it, it'll convert our friendship into energy strong enough to make you a powerful guardian who can fight to make sure it stays in the hands of people who'll use it to help others! Minty: But it won't work unless you're a willing participant. So... what do you say? Tanya: Sorry, I can't. I'm already too busy with extracurriculars. Minty: That's perfectly fine. School's a bitch, amirite? Anyone else? (Tanya leaves for school) Friend 1: Sorry, I don't want my property value going up. Minty: Eh? Eh??? Friend 2: I've read enough genre-subversive manga to know where this is going. Friend 3: Yeah, nah, I'm a dog person. ... (Minty is back in the bushes with several other cats) cat 2: (curled up in a ball) cat 3: (looking at Minty) cat 4: (sitting in a chair) cat 5: (sitting in front of a chessboard and eating pawns) cat 6: (looking away from cat 5 with a pissed-off expression) cat 7: (staring happily as cats 5 and 6 play chess) Minty: I'm done monologuing, guys! I'm so damn done! prev | next

[esoterium]

@executiioner || halloween location prompts || accepting!!

mortuary, an abandoned mortuary with blood still on the embalming tables. (malcolm)

malcolm's fingers press together. steepled one. by. one. thumb tips meet forming the perfect triangle to frame his nose and mouth. he stands in the middle of the mortuary and listens. eyes closed. but it isn't ambient noises he's straining to hear. no. not any dripping. not any footsteps. not any sounds that might give some clue he's looking for.

no. none of those.

then what is he listening for, you may ask?

the answer to his inner monologue's question of why the hell he, always, lets himself end up in places like THIS. killer lair? couldn't get any killer-lairy than this. not even a little bit. yeah? he's here by himself. yeah? he's got his gun and it's loaded..sure. there's that. yeah, he's definitely seen and been through worse. but most people learn from those sort've situations. move past them. build up some kind of stockpile of bullshit experiences that leave them with even more reasons to have a stack of pill bottles in their medicine cabinet that'd put a strain on anyone's PPO.

not him. nope. give him a creepy situation marked with bloody embalming tables. rusted saws. scalpels. acidic liquids rotting out of their containers. what may or may not be old bloodstains on stomach churning aged white and what used to be minty green colored tile? and he's gonna end up there. moth to a crematorium in the basement, as they say.

no, malcolm, no one says that. only you. only you.

his hands fall from their spot. right dips into his pocket to pull out the hastily scribbled letter he found in his mailbox. this address. nothing else. he unfolds it. reads it. and repeats the action twice before stuffing it back away and walking further inside. his gun's in his hand within ten feet. it's not his inner voice he hears. but the presence of someone else past the tattered curtain that once separated work spaces. doesn't matter how quietly he walks around it. cause he comes face to face with her the second he clears it. and they're both ready...

guns drawn and recognition flickers in both their eyes damn near instantly. "christ! shit. sorry. i-right. yeah." malcolm rushes to shove his back in it's holster. the last thing he wants to do is put a gun to anita blake's face. once his gun's tucked away, the paper's grabbed from his pocket and held against his palm with a crooked thumb as four fingers spread towards the ceiling. "please don't tell me you got one of these? or this situation just got even more weird..."

[unshackled-instinct]

Seirah had told her sharing is caring but why would she share yummy things? can't people buy their own yummy things? Fiiine. Guess she can .. give away the minty flavored chocolate she dislikes to someone else. Speak of the devil, "Hey!" she called for the red head. "Do you wanna chocolate? Kula will give it to you. Take it!" totally was not shoving them to Iori. His problem now. "Wow. So this is sharing huh. Kula will tell Seirah Kula did it! She'll give Kula more ice cream yey!" now monologuing to herself. Some of the chocolate were written on them happy v-day and stuff like that. Good thing Iori knows Kula otherwise he'd have thought she was hitting on him. "Feed the kitties too! Bye!" and zoomies to tell Seirah what she did.

Iori wasn't particularly amused by what just happened. Looking at the box of chocolates that was shoved into his hands, he figured that he might as well leave it somewhere so someone can take it. Maybe some kid would want it for themselves.

It wasn't his problem, either.

[myaquariusheart]

You by Caroline Kepnes

Joe Goldberg, what a man. So I'm going to write about my feelings about the book and some comparisons with the series. You made me obsessed with a series that have inner monologues that narrate the show. I think it's best when you can see the character acting and also hear what they're thinking. It makes you understand their decisions and reasoning for certain actions and why they do what they do. Chapter 1 is a classic opening and it's amazing I can't fault it, it's when he first sees Beck and I know this may be tapped but I wonder if any guy thinks about me like that with our interactions. You can see already how fascinated he is with her and I love how he talks to her in his head, it's sweet but of course, meant to come across as creepy. In the book, I find it more realistic how Beck and Joe's relationship is rocky and they're not together as much as they were in the series. I think the book really shows how emotionally unavailable Back really was and how Joe is obsessed with her, he literally dealt with her absence well for someone whos a psycho. Also, what's up with Beck and emails? Who even emails. I don't understand why that was even a thing and was even a character trait of hers. She's obsessed with posting things online yet she rarely texts anyone. Anyway Beck is a loser and she wasn't that interesting anyway but maybe I'm being a hater because Love was my favorite love interest of Joe's. Joe was more harsh and scary in the book, even though I was imagining Penn the whole time it was kinda hard for me to read half the stuff he was saying. The sexual element was exciting but also too much at times but its Joe's thoughts and I found them funny and scary at the same time. I wonder what book Joe looks like because there wasn't too much description of what he looked like but I wish there was some sort of description of him. Penn is the perfect Joe but I wonder who else could fit the role? I just know he's handsome and it's acknowledged a lot in the book by others. He did bag Beck and Amy and omg how could I forget Karen MINTY? I loved Karen from the series but I also enjoyed her in the book too. She had a lot of character and was less sweet and wholesome than the series Karen. Book Karen was wild, the complete opposite of Joe and Beck. She was cool and he spoke of her disgustingly tbh. Benji I don't care too much for him, I never have for me he's irrelevant but I get why he's there. Everyone has a Benji. The guy who lies and manipulates the relationship when he doesn't even give a shit about you really. It made her more human and relatable to have a Benji. Nicky was also so much more interesting in the book. In the series, I didn't understand Joe's hate for him that much and didn't understand who Nicky was. I loved when Joe had access to the tapes and he read them all, it allowed me to understand his and Becks' relationship so much more because in the series it was a bit random and just plopped there and it never made sense to me how they even started to like each other. There was also a few chapters where Joe was following Nicky, seeing how he lived, and even tried to kill him but he was saved because Beck messaged Joe. I love those chapters too because it just shows how disgusting Joe is and is literally using his spare time, energy, and life to follow a man who doesn't even know the real him. I also loved the chapters when Beck was in the cage. You get convinced that he might actually let her out of the cage and they could be happy together but of course, as anyone would do Beck tried to escape. Her death was a bit traumatising. One minute this guy crying because he thinks he accidentally killed her and then he does it for real and is super angry. Not to forget he literally shoved book pages down her throat like why Joe. Wasnt choking her enough what was the need. He's so entitled as well but good for him for having self-respect I guess. I found the chapter where Beck finds the 'Box' underwhelming as hell. In the series it was so suspenseful and scary.

[instarsandcrime]

Awww! If I can contribute to this--

Lu/ci/fer kissing Li/lith and she'd had something extremely minty earlier, so that sets him off.

In terms of spices, An/gel Du/st making a very nice italian dish that makes both Lu/ci/fer and Pen/tious sneeze at the dinner table. Very inconvenient for everyone else who just wanted to try cool italian food--

Pen/tious trying to monologue to Che/rri during a battle after she threw a specific bomb that sets him off (unironically saying here that it's completely by accident, not designed that way) and Che/rri thinks hey, that's actually kind of adorable that he's still committing to the bit.

Char/lie wants to do a father-daughter day out so he goes to the mall with her. And then there's the fucking perfume aisle. This idea is purely for projection purposes-- the perfume aisle sucks.

remembered that snakes smell through their tongues and went just a little bit insane-

in the case of L/ucifer and Sir P/entious i like to imagine they do have noses and can smell through them it's just slightly duller than through their tongue ANYWAYS moving on,

L/ucifer and P/entious bonding over the fact they CANNOT eat any of the more flavourful/spicy dishes the others enjoy because it's too much for them

L/ucifer sticking his tongue out at A/lastor instead of actually responding to some attempt at banter just to irritate him, only to end up being overwhelmed by some sort of scent being much stronger than before and sneezing because of it

this ones a very down bad thought of me tbh but L/ucifer nibbling/licking L/ilith's neck/shoulder, only to discover that she must've put perfume on earlier, and it sends him into a fit against her- (thankfully, she is in fact fireproof-)

[gayward-son]

This or That Character Tag

Thanks @ifsnowbazwerereal for the tag!

Idk why most of my choices are on the left lol

Also make me choose penny or agatha and simon or Baz was just cruel 😭

Here's the blank one for anyone who wants to do it (not tagging anyone specifically becuase I overthink tagging ppl way too much):