#my stupid freaking boyfriend-in-law

[hasenkidudoneanythingwrong]

[VISIBLY DISHEVELLED] MERRY CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS CAN ANYONE HEAR ME MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

[jadedxhearts]

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞

You and Law use his devil fruit abilities, but for all the wrong reasons... Plus part two: You decide to get back at Law for teasing you, with a certain request...

Note: This was my most popular fic back on my main account, "Body Swap", now being reposted here for my Most Popular Fics Event, under a new name! Please keep in mind these were some of the earliest smut fics I ever wrote (Almost 2 years ago), so it isn't representative of my current writing abilities. Regardless, I'm glad to see that so many people enjoyed reading them.

Warnings: smut, fem reader, use of Law's heart-swapping ability.

Typically, once you got a good idea, it wouldn’t leave your mind.

Except that you didn’t know if this was exactly a good idea.

You tried ignoring it as much as possible. But how could you?! It was becoming too much for you to handle.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were eating your dinner with a few other crew mates. The others had been trying to talk to you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t that you were ignoring them, no. You just had too much on your mind.

“I think (Name)’s sick,” Bepo said, poking at your arm, but you kept staring ahead, at nothing. “She’s unresponsive…”

“But definitely conscious. That’s odd,” Ikkaku noted.

“Maybe we should take her to captain,” Penguin suggested. “He’d know what to do!”

“About what?” Law asked, entering the kitchen.

“Oh! Captain, thank goodness, (Name)’s acting weird. We think she may be sick!”

You let out a small gasp, face turning red at Law’s voice

“Is she choking?!” Shachi yelled.

Law took a look at you. The answer was clearly no. You almost seemed embarrassed. But about what?

“(Name)-ya.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you turned to look at your boyfriend. “Law…”

“Come on, let me have a look at you,” he motioned for you to get up and follow him.

You followed Law through the halls of the submarine, all the way down to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before closing the door, and crossing his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Umm… nothing,” you lied.

“Nothing?”

The two of you stared at each other, Law waiting for you to break.

“Ok! Fine. I just… had something on my mind and was very distracted.”

Law raised an eyebrow, not looking very amused. “Distracted?”

“Yeah… um. Got a lot on my mind, y’know…”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind. What could possibly be so distracting that you weren’t even acknowledging everyone around you… ah. But then I walked in.”

Your face went red again.

“You were thinking about me.” He said. “How am I that distracting?”

“Oh, well. Um… I just… had an idea,” you mumbled, looking down.

Law moved closer to you, standing inches away from you now. “An idea?”

You were too embarrassed. It was stupid and he’d never agree to it. But quietly, as though you were genuinely afraid of saying it, you told him your idea.

Then Law’s face turned a little red.

“See, it’s a horrible idea. But I can’t stop thinking about it,” you whined. “Sorry…”

“No. It’s not horrible, just… a bit out there.”

Was he seriously about to agree?!

“We can try it,” he told you. “Since you can’t stop thinking about it. Lay down.”

You laid back against the soft pillows, crossing your hands and waiting for him to make the next move.

Law slid his shirt off, and grabbed kikoku from where it leaned against his desk, walking back over to you.

“Undress at least a little, to make it easier,” he said, standing beside you now.

You slid your shorts off and removed the top you had on off, leaving you in just your rather cute set of undergarments.

Law moved to get on top of you, sitting on his knees, around your legs.

“…you sure about this?” He hesitated.

“We’re already here, aren’t we?” You asked.

Deciding to just get it over with and wanting this over as soon as possible, Law created a room.

He slid the katana out of its case, and closed his eyes.

“Just do it! Before I freak out and back out!” You yelled.

“Ugh. Shambles,” he said as he did a thrusting motion toward your body, then back at himself.

You felt oddly dizzy, and suddenly…

You were now in Law’s spot, holding the katana exactly how he had been seconds ago. Except that you were still underneath him…. But it was just your body.

Now you were panicking. This was a bad idea, why did you even think of it in the first place?!

Looking down, you saw that you were Law… and he was you. Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth as if you were about to scream. But before you could get more than a “Ah!” out, your (Law’s?) hand was covering your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with, I don’t like looking at myself like this…” he said.

Sliding kikoku back into its case and setting it aside, you slid a hand onto your chest, not being used to how… er, flat… it was. “Woah,” you muttered.

“Stop that! It’s weird!” Law snapped.

“No, this is so weird! I’m so used to.. uh… having boobs.”

Law then rolled his eyes, but… he didn’t want to admit that he was also curious. He looked down at your chest.

“Try it,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your body’s chest. “This is crazy.”

Law wanted to yell at you for forcing him to grab your boobs, but… it was rather fascinating.

“I get to live like that, all day every day,” you said. “Wait…”

Then you slapped his hands out of the way and grabbed your own boobs, squeezing. “This is awesome,” you giggled.

“Quit making it weird!” He yelled.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” you said, removing your hands. “So…”

“Did you forget how to take off your clothes?” He asked, watching you just sit there.

“N-no! I’ve just never done it from this point of view before!”

You carefully took off Law’s signature jeans. Then, you looked down at yourself. Feeling unsure, you pulled off your panties.

Then you screamed, fully this time, seeing your own pussy. “What the hell! It looks like that?!” You cried.

“(Name)! Stop that shit, you’re making this way less sexy than you made it sound!”

Curiously, you reached out and poked at your clit, and Law hissed, eyes widening. Then you slid a finger down the slit, feeling how wet it was. “Aw, you’re wet for me,” you giggled.

You inserted a tattooed finger into your cunt, feeling the ridges along the walls of your hole. Law let out a small moan, face red in embarrassment.

Adding another finger, you fully began fingering your cunt. Law’s hands flew up to grab at your wrist, stopping you. He was breathing heavily and your body’s legs were twitching.

“Stop. It’s too much,” he panted.

“Oh, is it?” You asked. “It’s too much for you but I take it for hours and hours, begging for more every time. You’re such a baby, Law.”

You pulled your hand away, and then pulled his cock out. You stared at it in awe, feeling like your mind was gonna explode.

“This is so weird!” You exclaimed. “This is how it feels to have a boner?!”

“(Name)-ya, just get on with it already,” Law sighed.

“Fine, fine,” you said. Awkwardly trying to line his cock up with your cunt. You teased him by rubbing against it but not sliding in.

“Sure you’ll be able to handle it?” You asked. “You couldn’t even take fifteen seconds of me fingering you.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Law huffed.

“Alright. But don’t act all mad when you can’t do it.”

When the last word left your mouth, you slid his cock into your throbbing cunt, and grabbed onto your hips.

You moaned a little, loving how you squeezed his cock.

Law tried covering his face and biting onto one of your hands to stop himself from moaning.

You tried thrusting, unsure of how exactly you were supposed to do so… since you’d always been on the receiving end. And it wasn’t like you were always watching Law’s hips and studying how it was done.

As you got the hang of it, Law could no longer hide his moans. You could feel your cunt throbbing more, your legs wrapping around his and squeezing you. You tried going faster, and moaned at the sensation.

“Mmm, moan louder, Law. I wanna hear you cry like a little whore,” you said, leaning down to suck on your own breast.

Taking the nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking, Law let out the most lewd moan you’d ever heard from him. You stumbled in your movements, hips twitching at the sound. “Law, I’m close…”

“You better not- ugh- get yourself pregnant,” he muttered in between moans.

“Mmm, but that would be so hot, you getting to feel the way I do when you stuff me with cum. Oh!” you gripped harder at your hips and shoved his cock deep into your cunt, unloading into yourself with a loud moan.

Law yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he too came, but through your body. You collapsed onto him, still buried inside your cunt.

“How’d it feel?” You asked, a smirk on your face.

“Now I almost feel sorry for you,” he panted. “You take way more than that when I fuck you…”

“Hmm, well, how about next time I make you suck your own cock?” You suggested with a giggle.

“There will not be a next time,” he huffed.

“Aww, but this was so fun,” you whined. “In fact, I wanna stay here… you feel so nice and warm around my cock.”

“Your cock?” He glared at you. He wasn’t actually angry but it was incredibly embarrassing to let you take control like this, and now you were getting cocky.

“Sorry,” you said. “But now I see why you never let me go after one round.”

“Okay, whatever. Change us back. Now.”

Sighing defeatedly, you sat back up and slid his cock away from your cunt, watching his seed spill out. His cock twitched again.

“Umm… how do I do that?” You asked.

Law rolled his eyes. “You should know, you watched me do it.”

“But I’ve still never done it myself!”

“You take the katana and say ‘room’, then thrust it at our bodies and say ‘shambles’,” he instructed.

“Okay…” you took the katana into your hand and did as he said.

And suddenly… now you were underneath him, back in your own body.

“That was easy,” you giggled, trying to get up so you could put your clothes back on.

But Law pushed you back down. “You think I’m letting you get away with that, you little demon?”

Boy, were you in for a punishment…

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When the idea returned to you, it came at a rather convenient time.

You’d thought about it since that evening, sure. But you were unsure if Law would ever agree to doing it again, so eventually… it slipped your mind.

But then now, you simply couldn’t get it off your mind.

You’d been laying in bed with Law, both of you unable to sleep that particular night. He’d been reading a book, an arm wrapped around you, holding you close to his bare tattooed chest.

He’d been teasing you all day, and now all evening. Throwing you suggestive smirks or subtly winking at you throughout the day, lingering touches, and at one point he’d even smacked your ass as you headed out of a room. Now, his hand that was around you was pinching at your nipple through your tight tank top, and every time you’d whimper he’d let out a faint chuckle, making you even more frustrated.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slipped a hand down to your panties, sliding it under and began slowly stroking your folds with one finger, trying to get yourself wet enough to finger yourself.

You thought about that evening. The way Law moaned like a little slut, whining about how it was too much for him to handle when you’d barely touched him (you?).

You moved your finger up just a little to your clit, and began rubbing at the bud of nerves. You let out a soft whine, rolling over just a little, still in Law’s hold.

Surely he’d noticed. He was in no way oblivious to anything. You looked back at him, seeing his cocky smirk on his face. He glanced at you, making eye contact for just a second, before looking back to his book.

Feeling wet enough, you slid two fingers inside yourself, letting out the most lewd, cute moan you possibly could, trying to get Law’s attention.

But he didn’t move.

So you kept your fingers moving, sliding them inside yourself and rubbing your fingertips along your tight walls. Law pinched your nipple again, this time much harder than he was before. You let out another whimper, frustrated that that was all he would do to you, when you wanted so much more.

“Law, please,” you whined.

“What, (Name)-ya?” He was pretending to not notice.

“Law, I need you.”

“For what?” He taunted.

“To satisfy me! You wouldn’t make your girlfriend do it all herself, would you? Leave me all helpless and fingering myself, when I really want you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” he replied.

“Ugh! Law, come on! You’ve been teasing me all day,” you yelled, sliding your fingers out of yourself and moving to sit up, facing him.

“Do something about it, then,” he told you, looking back to his book.

“Fine,” you muttered. Without hesitating, you moved your hand that you’d just been pleasuring yourself with up to his mouth, forcing your still wet fingers inside.

His eyes went wide and he tried cursing at you, but it all sounded muffled due to your fingers. When he shut up and began licking your fingers, sliding his tongue around and down them, lapping up your juices, you nearly came right then and there, letting out a moan at the sight and feeling.

You pulled away after a moment, and when you did you replaced your hand with your lips, kissing him and tasting yourself mixed with his spit.

“That was so hot, Law,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Really?” He set his book aside and put a hand against your head, deepening the kiss.

“Mhm.”

Your legs were trembling as you kneeled on top of him, the dirty sounds of your mouths going straight to your cunt and making you feel like you could cum without any physical touch to it.

You pulled away, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Law, I know you’ll probably punish me again, but I want to try swapping bodies again.”

“Shit, (Name). Don’t you know how…” he trailed off, looking away from you.

“Embarrassing that was? For you? I do, and I would kill to see that again. When I was fingering myself, that was all I could think about, your little whimpers and moans-“

“Alright, stop. I’ll do it,” he said to shut you up.

You let out a delighted hum, removing yourself from his lap and happily getting up to grab kikoku. When you returned to him, you basically shoved the katana into his hand and eagerly waited for him to switch you two.

“Room.”

Your smile grew bigger, unable to contain your excitement.

“Shambles.”

And in a blink, you were now where Law had been laying, holding the katana in your right hand.

Law was on his (or your? You still didn’t know exactly how to refer to this). knees, just as you had been seconds before.

You put kikoku away, and didn’t hesitate for a second to rip the sweatpants Law had on off.

“Remember what I said last time?” You asked him.

He clearly looked unnerved at seeing your voice come from his mouth, but he nodded slowly.

“Tell me,” you said.

Law let out a sigh, looking down. “You said… you wanted me to suck my own cock.”

You giggled, moving to hold his face between your hands, gently squishing your face’s cheeks together. “That’s right, my little whore.”

You placed a kiss on your own lips, and then laid back, taking his cock in your hand and stroking yourself.

“Now come do it,” you told him.

Law slowly moved to get between his own legs, and you could tell he felt absolutely humiliated right now.

“(Name)… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Never sucked dick before?” You teased. “Maybe my body will just naturally know how, I do it for you all the time, after all.”

But he didn’t look reassured.

“Just take a little at a time and breathe through your nose,” you said, patting him on the head.

Hesitantly, Law poked his tongue out and took a small lick at himself.

“Don’t know why I thought there’d be much of a taste…” he mumbled.

“Well you lick my skin, don’t you? It should be like that.”

“I suppose so.” With that he took just the smallest bit of the top into his mouth. He gently sucked, and you let out a loud moan.

“Jeez, (Name). I barely did anything.”

“I know… but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Oh, so now you’re the one who can’t handle it?” He mocked you, grinning. “Then I’ll make you cry like a little bitch.”

Now, he took as much in as he possibly could (for someone who’d never done this before), and licked and sucked with no remorse.

You cried out, twisting his hands into your hair and trying to shove him on deeper without hurting him.

“Law, Law! Feels so good,” you whined.

Feeling confident at his regain of control, Law took his own cock all the way, deepthroating himself at this point. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to mimic your movements from the many times when he’d watched you do this.

“Law, I’m gonna-“

He pulled away without warning, and you groaned in frustration.

“What? Too scared to taste your own cum?!” You asked, slightly upset.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he said. “It’s not happening.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you fell back into the pillows, crossing your arms.

Law simply chuckled, and you could feel him moving. But you were still mad, so you didn’t look down at him.

Suddenly, you felt his cock wrapped in something warm… but this wasn’t like when you’d fucked yourself…

Curious, you sat up again and looked down to see what he was doing.

You were surprised to find your own breasts wrapped around his cock, Law trying to move your upper body up and down along his shaft.

“Fuck- Law.”

With each movement up, you felt him just barely take the tip into his mouth, licking at it.

It wasn’t long before you felt like cumming again. His hands resumed their positions within your own hair, and you cried as his body shook, cumming all over your chest, and a little bit onto your face.

Law pulled away, staring down at himself and seeing the cum covering him.

“Now you know how that feels,” you muttered, trying to catch your breath.

Law was curious, and through half-lidded eyes, you watched him take a finger up to your breasts and swipe some of his seed away. He lifted it just in front of your face, staring at it. He wanted a taste, that dirty bastard.

“No, let me do it!” You protested, smacking his hand away and wiping his cum onto your fingers. You desperately wanted to feel him suck on your fingers again.

Instead of forcing yourself in this time, you held a tattooed hand up in front of him, waiting for him to take the fingers into his mouth when he was ready.

It took him a moment, but Law eventually tasted himself, taking a small lick off your finger at first.

“Hmm.”

“Doesn’t it taste good? It’s ‘cause you’re a nice clean man, you know.” You giggled.

Law shot you a confused look, and you giggled some more.

“Want more?”

He hesitated, but ended up taking his fingers into your mouth once again, and you moaned as the feeling you loved so much returned to you. Even though this time it looked like yourself doing it, it was just so hot to watch Law suck on your fingers.

By the time he was done, his cock was hardened again and you were ready to go for another round.

“Should I eat myself out, finger you, or just fuck you right now?” You asked, a menacing grin on your face.

“You deserve to be forced down between your own legs and eat yourself out like a dirty slut,” he responded. “But-“

“You wouldn’t be able to handle that, would you, Law?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

“Well, okay. How about I just get you all wet, and fuck you? Does that sound ok?”

“Fine.”

So, you slid your panties off your body, leaving him fully nude within your body. Normally, you’d never be turned on to the sight of seeing yourself like this, but knowing that it was really Law in there, you felt very good about it.

You took Law’s left hand and rubbed your clit for a couple minutes, knowing it was the fastest way to get yourself wet. But Law was not used to such a feeling, and he began whining and moaning as soon as you touched it.

“(Name)-ya, please…”

You wanted to moan yourself, loving the way he moaned your name. It was so pathetic and cute.

“(Name)!”

“Okay,” you said, pulling his hand away. “It’s too much for you, I understand. But now…”

You pushed him down onto his back, and pulled your own legs over his shoulders. You felt even more turned on, knowing he was going to feel the sting in your legs as you bent and pushed them while you fucked him.

You took his cock into your hand, and lined it up with your soaked cunt.

“If it’s too much, squeeze my thigh, okay?”

“Whatever,” he grumbled. He clearly hated the position he was in.

And then, you slid into yourself, welcoming the feeling of your walls squeezing down and throbbing on his cock. It was a feeling you’d never get tired of.

You let Law get adjusted for a moment, and then began slamming in and out, the position he was in allowing you to go even deeper than you had last time.

“Mmm, so tight, Law. You’re such a good little slut,” you whimpered.

He moaned and cried, grabbing onto his own arms, unable to get a grip on himself. It was so pleasing to watch, the way his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth wide open as he moaned your name over and over again.

“Fuck, Law, I’m gonna cum again!” You cried.

“(Name)-ya, please… shit.”

You thrusted as deep as you possibly could, feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock and squeezing you so perfectly.

“Fuck, Law!”

Your hips trembled as you came, deep inside of yourself. You kept thrusting, fucking his cum all the way into yourself.

“(Name)-ya, I-“

You felt as your walls squeezed even harder, and Law came around his own cock. As you slowed your thrusts, you could see the mixed cum around his cock, and you couldn’t help but cum just a little bit more, within your own cunt again.

You pulled out, falling back onto the pillows.

“Switch us, now,” Law demanded.

As soon as you regained your breath, you grabbed the katana and did exactly as you had last time.

And then you were now laying on your back, feeling filled up and sensitive. You’d fucked yourself pretty good.

While you were laying back, you had your eyes closed. You had to regain your breath again, being in a different, more fucked-out body.

You hadn’t noticed when Law’s head was pushed down between your legs, his tongue sliding within your folds.

You screamed at the contact, jumping a little and squashing his head with your thighs.

After a moment, Law began smacking your thigh, demanding for you to let go of his head.

When you did, you saw that he was licking up the mixed cum, and then he was crawling on top of you, pushing your mouth open and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

He was feeding you his own cum.

You swallowed it all, sucking it off his tongue and licking within his mouth along his teeth and lips, making sure there wasn’t a drop left.

“Law, that’s so fucking disgusting. Do it again,” you told him.

“No, I figured I’d leave some in there. Maybe this time you’ll get yourself pregnant, hm?”

Your cunt throbbed again. “Fuck, Law! Don’t say shit like that, you asshole!”

He chuckled and put his pants back on, going back to laying in bed with his book.

“You’re not gonna help me?” You whined.

“Fine, if you insist, (name)-ya.”

He took a cloth and wiped up whatever cum had spilled out of your cunt, along with the older cum on your chest and slid your panties back onto you, before handing your tank top back over.

“Better?” Law asked.

“Mhm. Now cuddle me,” you requested.

Law lifted his arm up, and you laid down, head on his chest. His arm fell down around you, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

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Their Love Was God

Ther x Ronin, Heathers AU, Veronica!Ther x JD!Ronin, Our Love is God inspired fic, commission

Words: 2060

Cws: Spoilers for Gluttony Gods, some for Heathers, murder, blood, slightly explicit language

Ethereality Estridge entered Angelwood High as always, head high as she-who-was-not-a-she walked past the other students. Ever since they joined the school's clique they had even more eyes on them than before, and being the Estridge's girl alone made them quite the eye catch for Angelwood High's society.

The high school was mourning, Heather, the cliques leader was found dead, she committed a suicide. Truly a tragic show of emotion for the whole school to eat up and choke on.

But, there was something the people of Angelwood didn't know. Heather Chandler didn't kill herself, she was murdered. By Estridge and the guy who should have never came into Angelwood - Ronin Beaufort. This wasn't a planned murder, or at least that's what Ther thought to themselves.

It was just an accident. I didn't kill her, I just picked up the wrong mug. It's not my fault.... 

It was easier to live on with the thought, not seeing themselves as a murderer. it kept them semi-sane in this godforsaken town that just suffocated them with its roles and laws. 

Ther entered the classroom that was claimed by the school’s yearbook committees. Intending on helping them fill it in, but when they entered the room two girls cornered them, giggling before talking. 

“Hey Ethy, did you enjoy taking Craig and his friend both at the same time?” She giggled. 

The other one joined her, putting her hand on Ther’s shoulder. “I bet you did it to cope with Heather’s loss.” She said mockingly. “Letting two guys fuck you while also having a boyfriend! I never knew you were such a w-h-o-r-e Ethy!” 

“Yeah! Guess even the saints aren’t so innocent.” They didn’t even give Ther a chance to reply, they just walked away, laughing and whispering the most disgusting words between themselves. 

Ther was dumbfounded, hugging themselves with their arms, feeling small under the other student’s judging gazes. The feeling haunting them was so unbearably big. Disgust was the main one. They felt disgusted at the thought of even doing that and with Doughton and his stupid friend of all people. Their stomach twisted uncomfortably, the breakfast they barely touched coming up to their throat. Ther felt dizzy, the world in front of their eyes was spinning uncontrollably fast and they felt like they were suffocating. “Fuck this I need out…” They whispered weakly, leaving the room and pushing between the students throwing even more distasteful jokes about their made up sex adventures with the two jocks. 

They entered the bathroom, falling through the door into one of the stalls and sliding down the wall. Their ears were buzzing. Shit why must this be happening to them, of all people? They just wanted a normal angsty teen life, some shitty break ups, getting wasted and god knows what. Not murder, blood and guts. Not an emo boyfriend who brings corruption and leaves chaos behind. They just wanted their teen years to be normal, ordinary. An 80’s movie level life would be good enough for them. Was it too much to ask for? 

“Well, well, well.” They didn’t have to look up to know who was talking to them. Voice hoarse and raspy from all the cigarettes stolen from his father he smoked, hushed because it sounds lower that way, and fuck it all if he can’t sound lower than his voice naturally is. 

Ronin Beaufort, the devil boy who brought blood, sin and ruin upon Angelwood the day he stepped foot in it. Black nail polish on his nails, messed up and uneven. Beanie with horns on his head, hiding the bleached-blonde rat’s nest on his head and adding up to the devilish aesthetic he wore as some badge of honor. Mostly black clothes, 90’s emo he called his style, though Angelwood just called him a freak, which he happily accepted with a shit-eating grin and a “bang” sound after “shooting” his finger guns into his skull. 

“Heard a rumour you took two dicks, didn’t know ya were into that, darl.” He cackled. 

They turned to look at him, mascara running down their cheeks mixed in with their tears. “Not now Ro.” They whispered. “Please.” 

Ronin’s mood changed. From amused by the absurd rumour to worried about Ther and slightly pissed about the two jocks who dared to spread that rumour about his partner. He sat next to them, taking their chin between his fingers and raising their head up, so they’d look at him. “They made you cry, huh? Fuckin’ assholes. Ruining their world with their bullshit, making others’ lives hell for fun and shit.” He wiped their cheeks with a tissue, gently caressed them with his thumbs and nuzzled his forehead against theirs. “You’re okay Ther, you know that you didn’t do it. You’re not a whore, slut or whatever those fucking pseudosaints will call you.” He whispered. 

Ther sniffed, looking into the black nothingness of Ronin’s eyes, somehow calming down just by looking deep into them, as if the mirror image of his soul was enough to bring them back to normal from the state of panic. “Ro I’m so tired. Of this facade, the pretending. I never wanted to be this popular girl known for her friend committing suicide and fuckign two guys at once.” They looked and sounded exhausted. Tired of life itself. Being an Estridge was too much for a single teenager who never wanted to be one anyway. 

Ronin hummed in understanding. “Why don’t we go to my place now? Daddy dearest is out, doing god-knows-what.” He stood up, helping them up too. “C’mon, I have an offer you’d love to hear all about babe.” Ronin took their hand in his and led them out of the bathroom, then to the exit and then to his house. 

Our love is God Ther, those motherfuckers will learn of it soon enough. 

They were laying in his bed, writing a suicide note, one that’d make Craig and his friend look like a laughingstock for the whole town, no one would shut up about their little tragic story for a while. And maybe the angels would even feel a little pity towards the two guys joining them in spirit. 

“Is it ready?” Ronin asked, looking over their shoulder at the paper in front of them. 

Ther sat up, a huge smile on their lips. “Yeah, wanna hear?” They asked. 

“Hit me.” Ronin replied, arms folded over his chest, head tilted in interest. 

“Craig and I died because we had to hide out gay forbidden love from the disapproving world.” They read out loud, trying to sound as close to the jock as possible. 

Ronin held himself by his stomach, bursting out into laughter. “Oh shit, you’re making it even funnier than it is! Imagine the cops faces when the two most misogynistic fuckers turn out to be just two little guys in love? I can already throw up at the comments about Jesus lovin’ them even if they’re sinners and allat bullshit.” He sat down on the bed. “It's time to make your phone call, baby.” 

Ther sighed. “Ugh I hate having to do this.” They groaned and picked up the phone, dialing Craig’s number and waiting. 

“Yeah-lo?” The jock said after picking up the call. Ther felt their gut twist and their hand gripping the sheets in anger. 

They were still able to speak in a sweet voice. “Hi Craig, it’s Ethereality.” They paused, almost gagging before saying the second part. “I was wondering, how did you know that I always wanted to have two guys at once.” They threw a pillow at Ronin who was laughing about the face they were making. 

“Uhh lucky guess?” The jock replied. 

“Well, if you’d like it to really happen, meet me at Ridge Grave, at dawn.” They hang up, bursting into laughter and then watching as Ronin pulls out a gun from his jacket. “Whoa, is this real?” They ask, taking the gun from his hands and watching it carefully. Their gut telling them that this was wrong, but who were they to listen to their gut feeling? 

Ronin took the gun back, a mischievous look in his eye. “As real as ever, baby. Bang and they’re gone.” He chuckled, twisted smile on his lips, wicked glint in his eye. A devil in boy skin, whispering temptations to poor lost girls-not-girls who seeked freedom more than anything. That he was, not less not more. 

But Ther was blinded, by their suffering and love for him. Their mind became hazy whenever he kissed them and they kissed back as passionately. Or maybe they weren’t blind. Maybe they relished in the blood and gut as much as he did. Maybe murdering Heather was the happiest feeling ever and they just tried to hide it, ashamed and afraid of the reality they found themselves in. 

They arrived at Ridge Grave. Neat rows of dead girls’ graves piled up next to the Stone Angel like she was their lead, guide and god. The one they worshipped and danced around. A perfect place for the worst boys Angelwood has ever seen to die in, ground that’ll never accept them, ghosts that’ll hate them and the Stone Angel who will taunt them for their sins. At least that she could do for all the girls the jocks put to grave with their destructive behaviours, hurting girls and killing their futures by barging into their lives uninvited. Spreading ruin and pain, making the world a worse place to live in. They should pay. And pay they will. 

“Hey Ethy.” Craig said once he arrived, his friend next to him. Both smirking, excited about the threesome they were hoping to get. 

“Do we just whip it out now?” The other jock asked, a look holding no thoughts in his eye. That one for sure used his second head more than the one attached to his neck. 

Ther giggled, wanting to die with every word they were about to say. “Strip for me, it’s more exciting that way.” 

“But what about you?” 

They had to fight the scowl that wanted to show on their face. “Well, I was hoping you’d rip my clothes off of me boys.” A sweet smile, one they perfected enough to make it look real. 

The two jocks needed eagerly, stripping in front of Ther, trying to make it look sexy when in reality they just looked like two clowns. 

“Okay, now I’ll count to three.” Ther said, taking a breath and squeezing the small gun in their pocket.

“One.”

“Two.”

They were counting slowly, taking their time. 

Then, surprising and scaring the two jocks, Ronin emerged from behind a tree.

 “Three.”

Bang

 He shot Craig.

The bullet was aimed at his throat and fit perfectly in. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. Blood leaking from the wound and running down his neck. Ronin didn’t waste town, shooting his friend after Ther missed their shot. 

He chased after the guy, leaving Ther alone with Craig’s body and all the forged proofs for the suicide behind. He caught up to him, taking a hit that almost broke his nose before shooting him into his chest. “Motherfucker.” He scoffed, dragging the body back to the place. 

Ther was kneeling in front of Craig’s body. Their mind a haze while their body had a clear reaction; laughter. Laughter and tears. 

They despised Craig more than anyone in this world, so seeing him dead was like a reward they didn’t even know they so dearly wanted. They didn’t care about being a murderer, a partner in crime. All they cared about was Craig laying dead in front of them.

 Their guilt may eat them up later, but it didn’t matter now. The adrenaline gave them more energy than they have ever felt in their life. They stood up from their knees, walked up to Ronin and wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him passionately. It was a ‘thank you’. 

A thank you for all he’s done for them, for all the damage he’s brought, filth and corruption. It all made them a real person, someone who knew what they wanted. He loved them for them and that’s all that mattered to Ther really. 

God was their love and Angelwood will be the sin they’ll purge with the rot they’ll spread. 

teehee credits to this user for commissioning me to write this piece ^^

I hope you liked my little Heathers AU :D I'll see if I want to touch more content from Heathers with Thernin (I for sure want to use Freeze Your Brain and Seventeen from the Musical too since there are my go to songs for them other than OLIS)

Love you all, Nathan <3

[lawomi]

A Little Vengeance - Trans!Law x GN!Reader

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After a few rounds of sex with your boyfriend, Trafalgar Law, you were quite sore… and you're convinced you deserved a little vengeance.

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CWs: Smut, Spanking / Paddling, Sex toys

Your eyes were adjusted to the darkness of Law’s quarters, no light filtering in save for a small candle that flickered on his dresser. You were both sprawled out naked on the bed, your panting mingling with the sound of the Tang’s rumbling engine.

Everything hurts, you muse, sighing with satisfaction. To your left, you felt Law shift his weight, pushing himself up on his side. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb affectionately between your fingers.

“Hey, babe, my ass hurts,” you remark to him without looking at him, making him laugh. You lift his hand to your face and play with it, examining the now pink skin on his palms.

“Yeah? I made sure it would,” he grinned his usual sadistic grin, hoping you’d look. You did, then roll your eyes. “It was what you wanted,” he points out, smile faltering ever so slightly. “Can’t ask me to play sadist and then expect me to half ass it,” he joked.

“Y’know…” you turn towards him, then push yourself up onto your butt and wince, leaning back against the headboard. “I think… I want some revenge,” you said, looking into his curious, concerned gold ring eyes.

At first, it took him a moment. He stared, eyes widening slightly, then a blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh,” he pouted and averted his eyes.

“What?” You pat his shoulder, “C’mere.”

Reluctantly, he got up on his knees and shuffled over. He half hugged you, pressing his forehead against yours with a big grimace plastered on his face. You laugh, falling into a fit of giggles.

“What the hell!” You cup his face, giving him a kiss. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Lie across my lap, stupid.”

“I don’t want to,” his voice cracked slightly.

“That’s not one of our safewords,” it was your turn to grin wickedly, looking a bit like the Cheshire cat. He flinches, lips curling into a shy smirk, but he avoids your gaze.

“…F-fine,” he said finally. Awkwardly, he straddles your hips. His long torso was too tempting, as usual, so you run your hands down either side, causing him to shiver from the sudden contact. Both hands squeeze his hips, appreciating the soft give, then one hand travels down quickly and cups his sex, making his cheeks and ears burn pinker, he was already excessively wet.

“You freak,” you tease, “Wow. All that acting and you’re already excited,” you watch him shutter as your fingers run along his slit, pinching and pulling his labia.

He rolled his eyes, pouting profusely. “Whatever…” Your unoccupied hand slips down to caress his thigh, then up to his ass, pulled back and gave him a test slap. It wasn’t strong, but it made him jump. “Tsk, wait a sec,” he snaps.

“You’re taking too long, you big baby!” You scolded. “You like dishing out the pain but won’t take it back?”

He scoffed, “I can take pain plenty well, I’m a fucking pirate. The Surgeon of Death, actually. Have you seen my bounty—”

“That’s it,” you grab his arm and pull him down towards the bed. He obliged, considering he was too strong to be manhandled by you. “Hah,” you smile as he adjusts himself to lie across your lap, “You like playing brat, huh Dr. Death?”

He rested his cheek in his left hand, huffing shakily. He runs his right hand through his messy hair, “I-I just… don’t like being bossed around. I chose to lie here,” he turns his head to glance back at you, you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. You immediately erase it when you slap his left ass cheek with a loud Clap! making him lurch forward. “Tsk,” he hissed, “That one felt personal.”

“You better shut up,” you stifle a laugh, “I doubt my hands hurt you!” You pull back and slap his ass cheek again in the same spot, making him grumble and shift. Your left hand slides along the small of his back, reaching his Jolly Roger tattoo, and push down slightly to indicate he stay still. Yet another slight protest leaves his throat, but he does what you ask.

Again he hisses when your hand comes down on the same spot, then rubs the reddening skin and moves on to squeeze his other cheek. Your hand then runs down to pat his thigh, slapping the sensitive skin there, too. “Ah,” his jaw slacked just a moment, then he winced, gritting his teeth, when you hit him where you started.

“That’s it,” you purr, “The more I hit you in the one spot, the easier. Maybe I should bring a paddle out, if my hands aren’t heavy enough,” you half say to yourself. “Well, technically I’ll make you summon one…” Again, a Clap! This time he cursed under his breath. He shifts to cover his face in both hands, mumbling something you can’t make out. You could feel his slick begin to wet your thigh, his hard clit grinding ever so slightly against you with each hit.

Exchanging hands, you continue smacking the hot skin, then kneed it, a lovely groan rumbled in his chest. Your right hand's fingers ghost along his inner thigh, making his muscles tense. You run three fingers along his slit, teasing his dick between two. He shutters, sighing dreamily and spreading his legs ever so slightly. You slap him in response, forcing a whine, then a loud moan when your fingers penetrate him. With three fingers inserted deep, the distinct wetness resounding, you begin to rub his g-spot. “Ahh,” he keened, your name falling from his lips.

“Law, get me the paddle, please,” you command casually, leaning with wet fingers to grab a tissue from the night stand. The second your fingers left him he complained, craning his neck to check what you were doing. You wiped them off.

Hesitating a moment—he doesn’t like to seem too eager—he finally lifted his left hand. “Room,” the blue light extends, then in an instant the tissue you were holding was replaced with a paddle sporting a large heart, with smaller ones along the edges.

“Thank you,” you say sweetly, bringing down the paddle harshly on his sore left cheek. Law sprung forward, pulling in a strained, surprised gasp. Fuck, you heard him whisper. You chortle, satisfied at how fast the Room ability vanished, too, like flicking a light switch.

You massage the cheek again, his hissing music to your ears, observing as lighter heart shaped marks began to appear. “Aw, that’s not as puffy as it could be,” you remark. Before he could respond, you bring the paddle down with a Slap! against his untouched cheek. Strained cries left his throat as he shifted slightly to rut against your thigh. You didn’t complain, touching the much brighter heart marks, emphasized by the flushing patch of skin. It was a much darker red than your hand could cause. In fact, you could see some blood vessels burst, leaving a nice purple hue. So, you do it again, tears begin stinging Law’s eyes.

“Good boy,” you praise, using the paddle against his back thigh just to surprise him. He kicks his legs back and forth in an automatic pain easing response. He finally covers his face from embarrassment by shoving it against the mattress. You reach over and tangle your fingers in his hair, then finally begin spanking him over and over.

Law keened and whined into the mattress, his hands squeezing the sheets. Again and again you hit him, occasionally switching cheeks, then hitting his thighs to let his ass rest a little. You pet the burning skin gently, affectionately, the heat radiating against your palms pleasant to the touch. Once you decided he was marked enough from ass to calf, you finally stop. You reach over and grab some cooling lotion, then began spreading it roughly. He whines weakly, both of his own hands entangled in his hair. You let him be, although you did want to see his pretty face, messy face.

Reaching one last time into the drawer next to you, you pull out a medium sized dildo he kept there. Without speaking a word, you shove it as deep as you could into his fluttering, weeping cunt. He muffled a scream in delight. The sound goes on longer as you begin to pump the dildo. It didn’t take too long for the tight coil in his core to come undone, his fists turning white, his body shaking slightly. He lifts his head up off the sheets in response to the pushing sensation, his desperate moans filled your ears as he squirt cum unceremoniously over your thighs. You leave the dildo inside him, occasionally giving it a smack on the blunt silicone bottom to make him tighten and groan.

“There we go,” you hum, continuing to administer the lotion into his stringing skin. He sighed contently, having relaxed his hands and letting his head rest facing away from you. He was too prideful to show you his fucked out, tear stained face. “Was my vengeance too harsh?” You coo, grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Anything you can do I can do better,” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you.

“That sounds like a threat.”

“You’ll find out,” his tone, lace with amusement, was quickly cut off by a pained yelp as you hit him with the paddle one final time. The room soon fell into mutual laughter.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

"The nighttime brings promises I can't keep

Givin' in is the one thing that I don't need

Got ahead of myself, gotta retrace my steps'

Cause I lost me the moment I took a piece of you

And you may never believe, but I'm sorry

I never meant for it to go this way (this way)

Only wanted the best and I'm stickin' to my story

This was a moment for me, and this was all it could be"

Destin Conrad & Alex Isley –"Same Mistake"

The state of mental disarray Celeste lived in would've broken the average woman. Having a feral pack of vampires follow her home brought on a fear so acute that she fled her cottage that same night and stayed with Mercy until the next morning.

She didn't tell her friend about the encounter, knowing she'd be packed off to a mental ward, or at least temporarily placed under observation at the hospital where Mercy worked as a nurse.

Mercy wasn't stupid.

She sensed immediately that Celeste's distress was beyond the made-up story about a burglar trying to break into her house. Crime happened a lot in the Easy, and any normal person would call the cops and bitch about soaring crime rates. Nothing would come of it, anyway. Outside of homicide, the NOLA police department wasn't known to haul ass for a B&E —breaking and entering. Mercy's suspicions were affirmed by the way Celeste acted, peeking out of the window every half hour like the time an old boyfriend before Freddie harassed her with stalking and drive-bys to her old apartment. All of her clique knew Terry left the city. She told them he had his job to get back to and things weren't going to pan out long distance. Mercy's lips poked out like she was itching to know if Terry was the problem and the reason for running off to her place in the middle of the night.

Celeste slept on the couch in Mercy's apartment and stayed indoors there while her friend left early for work. Daytime was a safe time. Isn't that what the vampire myths claimed it to be? She stared at the old bite wounds on her neck, thigh, and breasts. How could she be so blind to what they were? Terry had her so twisted up in the fog of lust that she glossed over proof that bloodsuckers were fucking real.

She groaned and closed her eyes. Terry manipulated her trust to feed from her.

New Orleans was the popular gothic home of vampire lore in the south. Countless books, movies, TV shows and the like centered it as the breeding ground for supernatural creatures. People made stories about monsters to scare children into being obedient. Bloody Mary. The Boo Hag. Zombies. Shit, even Voodoo still gave folks around those parts the heebie-jeebies even though white people turned it into a commercial joke. They sold Voodoo donuts, Voodoo dolls, and even ran up and down the French Quarter pretending to be Voodoo Witch Doctors giving graveyard tours to visit Madame Marie Laveau.

Like her ancestors before her, Celeste knew Vodun was real. Hoodoo was real. African retentions stayed rooted in the diaspora, and New Orleans was the most African city in America, witnessing unspeakable horrors done to Black people. White people were monsters bringing them to southern American shores. Surely their monstrosity enabled wickedness to flourish on southern soil and everywhere else. Her people danced at carnival, dressed as skeletons, and masked to hide their true selves. What better city to feed in than one that openly courted secrecy, excess, and spooky vibes? If people disappeared or turned up dead, the law and society could blame it on American's natural inclination to be violent with one another…not anything supernatural.

Vampires walked among them.

She swiped the cracked screen of her smartphone, looking up old wives' tales about Terry's kind. None of them supported anything he would be averse to. He had a reflection in the mirror. Crosses didn't bother him. He shook a priest's hand and didn't freak out. Never even flinched when she wore her gold cross necklace. She fed him garlic in the shrimp she cooked. The only things that tripped her up was that he walked around in the daytime, and she never saw him with fangs. Obviously, his teeth were sharp enough to break her skin, but regular human teeth could do that.

Maybe he was a familiar.

Dracula had Renfield. Maybe Terry was The Deacon's Renfield, luring people to their doom.

Celeste rubbed her scalp and swallowed down the anger festering in her chest. She'd made a mistake trusting Terry. She let a pretty boy's face and five-star Michelin dick trick her into submission of diabolical evil. The only saving grace was Terry's absence from her life, and whatever else ran around the Easy that scared the vampires away. She heard them say Old Ones. Perhaps that's what landed on her roof, causing the bloodsuckers to flee. Whatever it was, it didn't harm her, so she had one less monster to worry about.

As long as she stayed active during the day and locked herself in for the night, the vampires couldn't touch her. Had they wanted her dead or sucked dry, they would've done it days ago when she came home from work at night. They seduced people easily. Moved fast. It wouldn't take much to kill her on a dark street. They wanted her alive for a reason: to get Terry.

She texted Mercy and told her she felt better about going home. Made up a story about getting a burglar alarm. While driving to her small neighborhood in Marigny, she kept her neck on swivel to check for suspicious activity. She spent the rest of her time sleeping. She was so tired lately. Fatigue came easy.

Come nightfall, she turned all the lights on in the house and carried a sharp meat-carving knife on her. In her bedroom, she watched the news on her laptop, feeling drowsy. She typed in the words Shelby Springs into the Google search bar and tried to figure out where Terry came from. He claimed that he lived not too far from the place where his cousin was murdered. Three other parishes surrounded Shelby Springs. Typing Terry's name in the search engine brought up pictures of other Terry Richmonds, all white and mostly old.

Going another route, Celeste typed in the name Michael Simmons with Shelby Springs, and a slew of articles filled her screen. She read about a corrupt police force and an attempted coverup. Not one article mentioned Terry's name. Stranger still, four of the officers involved in the corruption scandal had disappeared months after being charged to stand trial. The only members of the force still around happened to be a Black woman who was set to testify against her fellow officers. She quit the force and refused to comment on any of the charges with the media. Celeste wrote her name down: Officer Jessica Sims. A second officer, who had been shot by his own Police Chief, made a move across the country to work at another police force.

If Terry went to help his cousin, surely Officer Sims would have information about his address, or at least the name of the parish he came from. Celeste stared at the screen. Officer Sims' round face looked haunted by something.

Another thought occurred to her, and she grabbed her cell phone. She called her cousin Butchie, who was friends with Travis.

"Butchie, can you text me Travis's number? I need to ask him something."

"About?" Butchie drawled on the other end.

"None of your business."

Butchie sucked his teeth and twenty seconds later, Travis X's number appeared on her screen. She typed it in fast, hitting the send button.

"Who dis?"

"Is that how you answer your phone? It's me, Duchess."

"Sister Celeste? What's going on?"

"Can you tell me, or ask your brother, where Terry lives?"

"Who?"

"Terry. Terry Richmond."

"Who dat?"

"Whatchu mean who dat? Your friend you brought to the Indian practice last month…your brother Scubbie's marine buddy. The one with the green eyes."

"Scubbie was never in the marines and I didn't bring anybody to the bar with green eyes. Have you been smoking that funny herb?"

"He came with you outside when you lit up my cigarette. The pretty boy."

Travis stayed silent.

"Never mind. Sorry to bother you. I thought maybe you knew him. Goodnight."

Celeste tapped her cell phone against her thigh. Terry used Travis to get next to her. He probably induced some type of hypnotic state like those vampires tried to do at her house… Jedi mind-tricked Travis into letting him hang with them. Once he was no longer needed, the memory of Terry faded from his mind.

She shut off the laptop and curled into a ball with the knife in front of her face. Resting her fingers on the handle, she made plans to visit Shelby Springs the next time she had another two consecutive days off.

Celeste drank a red bull to perk herself up for work at the elder care facility. The new client who moved into Miss Irma's old room was a cranky white man who never seemed satisfied with his care there. He often complained that his room was cold and drafty.

"There's no draft and your room faces the garden, the sunniest and warmest part of the building," Celeste said, helping Mr. Crawley with the door so he could move with his walker better to get inside his room.

"I'm telling you people I have a draft in my room and it's too cold, even when I turn up the heat. I pay too much money for this place not to have controlled temperatures," Crawley said.

"May I suggest wearing one of your nice sweaters?" she said.

Celeste grit her teeth, listening to Crawley go off, but she assisted him and nodded her head as his list of complaints grew. She helped him sit at the desk near the window where he wanted to write letters and his autobiography. He probably complained about his life there, too.

"You feel that?" he said.

Crawley held his hand out toward the closed window where sunlight created a square of light on the teal carpet. He grabbed her hand and forced it into the light.

"See?" he said, his pale blue eyes pleading with her to pay attention.

She stood with her fingers splayed out, dust motes floating in the bright light. Where warmth should've been, there was only a cold spot. She moved her hand in different areas around the window and there was definitely an icy chill that shouldn't have been there. Glancing up at the air conditioner vent, she didn't hear it working at that moment. Only the fan whirred, giving a pleasant circulation of air.

"I feel the cold air, Mr. Crawley. I don't know what I can do about it. Is it bothering you?"

"If it stayed in that one spot it wouldn't be a problem." He leaned in conspiratorially, and she moved closer to him. "But it moves around."

"Moves around?"

Crawley's tone of voice lowered, and he genuinely looked agitated by Celeste's facial expression.

"The cold moves around in here," he said.

She glanced at the window and reached her hand into the suspect area. The sun warmed her hand up. The cold spot was gone.

"See? I told you. Now it's all warm and normal again, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

Celeste retrieved a sweater from the hook on the door and placed it on the back of Crawley's seat.

"I'll be back to take you to lunch," Celeste said.

She left the room and worked without incident until she walked down the hallway carrying a bag of collected trash and passed near Crawley's room. A large, cold spot sat in front of his door. The chill startled Celeste. The air in the building had slightly warmed up, but not enough to need the air-conditioning blasting more than it was. She walked through an icy gust and gasped at the sudden drop in temperature. Crawley's door was open. He furiously scribbled at his desk. Celeste moved back and forth between coolness and frigid air. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed someone walking toward the employee break room.

Miss Irma.

Celeste stood cemented to the floor, and Miss Irma turned a corner and glanced back at her. A male co-worker pushed a cart of meds down the hall and stared at Celeste's confused face.

"You alright, Celeste?"

"Did you see someone walk past you?"

"Just now?"

"Yes."

"Nope."

She didn't want to walk down the hall. Ignoring a dead woman should've been easy, but Celeste moved along the corridor close to the wall. When she reached the corner, she prayed no one would be there.

"Oh thank God," she sighed, seeing another empty hallway.

She left the building out of the side door to throw away the trash in the dumpster outside. A supervisor named Diane met her back inside the break room. Diane snacked on a bag of chips and a bottle of coke.

"Celeste, can you get in touch with Terry Richmond? He hasn't returned my calls to collect his grandmother's personal effects," Diane said.

"I haven't spoken to him in a long time."

"Well…his grandmother has boxes in our storage room and I'd hate to throw it out. The clothes we can donate to Goodwill, but there are photo albums and books—"

"I'll take them to him. I get off at five."

"You will? That would be great. Do you have time now to get it and put it in your car? I can help you. Mr. Richmond was told that we can hold items for thirty-days and he said he would get them before he left the city. It's been past the deadline."

Celeste followed Diane to the large storage room, and in the back were four medium-sized boxes and two bags of clothes. They took two trips to her car, and she squeezed all the boxes in the back seat and the passenger side. She dumped the contents of an over-sized box into the trunk and folded it up to reuse later at her home.

"Thank you so much. This makes me feel so much better. There are photos and all kinds of irreplaceable things in them. I'd hate to see them dumped in the garbage," Diane said.

"No problem. I'll keep them at my house and he can pick them up the next time I see him."

Diane left her alone. Celeste grabbed her smokes from the glove compartment and took an extra break. She hid herself in the garden and sat on one of the wooden benches. Seeing Miss Irma unearthed troublesome emotions. She worried that her mind was teetering on the verge of mental collapse from the stress and fear. Seeing ghosts on top of vampires was too much. Puffing and fretting, Celeste closed her eyes. Feeling dizzy, she leaned forward, hanging her head between her legs. Goosebumps pricked her skin as the temperature dropped abruptly around her. She shivered in the direct blazing sunlight.

"It's the baby making you feel sick," an elderly female voice said.

Celeste kept her eyes closed and head low, too afraid to open them or move. Reeling, she prayed silently and hoped that she wouldn't pass out.

"Don't be afraid. You know I won't hurt you…I just have to talk to you."

Celeste opened her eyes and focused her attention on the grass beneath her feet. She looked slightly to her right and noticed a pair of feet encased in pretty yellow house slippers. Moving her gaze higher, she recognized the simple pink floral dress, and the pale wrinkled hands.

"I'm scared," Celeste said.

The hand of a dead woman pulled her up, and they looked at one another eye to eye on the bench.

"Is this real? Or am I losing my mind?" Celeste asked.

Miss Irma's eyes twinkled. She looked more alive and vibrant than her last days at the assisted living facility.

"Your mind is fine, baby. Just fine."

"You're really a ghost, then?"

"That indeed. May I?"

Miss Irma pointed to Celeste's stomach. Celeste sat back.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Miss Irma rested her soft hand on Celeste's belly. The warmth she exuded seemed so real. Ghosts were supposed to be smoky and floaty. Miss Irma sat next to her like the most solid and alive person on the planet.

"Well, now…Papa didn't waste no time," Miss Irma said.

"What are you talking about?"

"You are pregnant, child. It's still early, but you are about to become a mama for my great-granddaddy."

"That can't be true."

"Getting pregnant?"

"Terry being your great-granddaddy…he's not even…he's not…"

"You know it's true. I can see in your eyes you know his secret…what he is. On this side, they tell me that you've done the impossible, so now I must tell you something important…something I was too weak to say before I died."

Miss Irma cradled Celeste's hands, which shook so badly that the ghost had to clamp them down tight between her palms.

"You have my things. Look through them so you may know Papa's story. He was human once upon a time ago. I spent my long life documenting all I could for my grandson Michael, but he's gone and can't hold the secret for our family. Papa wanted me to tell his story. But my mind started fading and I couldn't finish my work. Now you have become my family, Celeste. There are beings in the world who mean Papa harm… and your baby, too. They hide in plain sight in other places, but because Papa came back here, they might come for him."

"Other vampires?"

"Les Gargouilles…gargoyles. They will seek him out and kill him. Their kind are enemies to Papa. Enemies to that child if they find out about you carrying a vampire's baby."

"I've seen a few gargoyle statues in the Quarter that were never here before."

"Oh no, then it may be too late."

Miss Irma rose from her seat and looked off into the distance. She paced in front of Celeste.

"They're not active in the daytime, so you're safe, even when they hunt at night. I've tracked many during my lifetime taking pictures of them all over the world. They protect humans and won't harm you because you're a child of God. The baby will be safe until it's born and out of your body…oh no…oh no…"

Miss Irma looked at her hands. They began to disintegrate, starting at her fingertips.

"Celeste! He loves you…he—"

Miss Irma's body broke apart and floated away like the graying ash of a dying fire.

Too stunned to move, Celeste sat on the bench for the rest of her shift. She wandered away only when the sun went down. Climbing into her car, she thought of what to do with the information given to her. After an hour of sitting in her driver's seat, she drove herself to the drugstore and bought an early detection pregnancy kit.

At home, she tested herself twice.

She was positive both times.

Chapter 11 HERE.

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[tryingahandinholdingapen]

thanks to a pretty equal combination of @.doveywovy's posts about tobiizu, and one particular fic which I keep meaning to write a rec for on account of it permanently changing my understanding of the ship (currently my favourite blog and fiv respectively ngl. I'll link the fic in question too),,,,my favourite depiction of izuna x tobirama is absolutely yandere4yandere

I firmly believe though that they absolutely don't take the same approach to their respective insanity. they're both freaks yes but not in the same way, that would be far too simple. often in ways that complement each other! which is why they (sort of) function as a ship,,,but not the same way

for example let's say there's a depiction of them with yandere type characterisation right and specifically looking at that trope of like "only I can have you" right?

I'm pretty sure that if we assume they both held that as something important to them, Izuna would approach it differently to Tobirama

Izuna would be like "only I can have you" <- mandate reinforced with bloodshed

Tobirama on the other hand would be like "only I can have you" <- law of the universe, more difficult to disprove than gravity

and this would influence their behaviour because it would mean that Izuna would be more of the stereotypical yandere in that he reacts with threats, considerable violence and even murder to anyone he THINKS may have even considered Tobirama in a romantic or sexual light for 0.0001 seconds. He considers that type of behaviour from others to threaten his own relationship with Tobirama, which of course is not acceptable in any form. "Only I can have you" is a mandate that Izuna reinforces with bloodshed, and frequently at that. So far, by some miracle, nobody's made a problem of his behaviour (surely its not been completely unnoticed? maybe people are too scared to bring it up or maybe Izuna's strengths are so far outweighing the drawbacks still? who knows, who cares. Not Izuna)

Tobirama on the other hand cares considerably less about the potential for anyone else to for example flirt with Izuna - or even vice versa - than can be considered normal for a serious, exclusive+monogamous relationship. Like most people would probably be upset if they were in a monogamous relationship and saw their boyfriend snogging someone else but Tobirama does not care at all. This is because in order for Tobirama to feel upset or threatened by the idea of Izuna cheating on him or potentially breaking up with him, he'd first have to ACKNOWLEDGE that as a possibility and he just...Doesn't. Tobirama is Izuna's only partner and the only person he has ever or will care for in the same sense, and as far as Tobirama is concerned this is a truth more fundamental than gravity; "only I can have you" is a simple fact of life. Someone has definitely tried to mention to him before 'hey I think I saw your boyfriend on a date with someone else yesterday...Doesn't that bother you? That he might love someone else? Might break up with you to be with them?' and Tobirama has just stared at them like they're the most stupid person alive. Complete incomprehension of the concept. No, obviously he's not worried about that, same as he's not worried the sky will suddenly turn green or gravity will decide to reverse itself. It's not a physical possibility so why worry about it? That would just be a waste of time and effort

Izuna constantly reinforces Tobirama's understanding of the world by the way. Because Izuna is very pretty and he will absolutely flirt with people or even have sex with them BUT he also not infrequently kills them afterwards, and basically always returns to Tobirama bitching about how inferior that other person was to Tobirama in x and y way and how Tobirama is so much better at z but hey Izuna got such-and-such information out of that person, or managed to secure such-and-such from this person via seduction, so he did it anyway, and Tobirama had better appreciate what he does for him. So Tobirama's there like 'as I said. Izuna doesn't give a shit about anyone except me. He's just very good at manipulating others for his own benefit and it's very sexy of him tbh'

This overall leads to a very weird dynamic where all three things are true

1) Izuna and Tobirama are in a closed monogamous relationship, theoretically?

2) If you breathe in Tobirama's direction for too long, or god forbid, make eye contact, Izuna may kill you for making a move on his man

3) You could have three rounds of sex with Izuna right in front of Tobirama and Tobirama would be v smugly watching like look at my boyfriend go he's gonna wring this moron of every resource they've got I'm so proud

[palegreenchlorine]

Does jughead match Betty's freak

this ask ended up twice in my inbox and i think that’s so funny. ask so real it came as a two-for-one deal !

honestly? no. jughead and betty are like, the epitome of an arranged marriage with the genders inversed. like specifically, jughead is the wife with unfortunate and irreversible neediness syndrome and betty is the strapping young man who has been tied down against his will. like, all betty wants to do is get out there and explore - first in a journalism sense, then in an investigator sense, then in a sexuality + life’s pleasures sense. betty really really likes being in charge of stuff, in taking command and moving stuff forward and getting shit done. she’s also a little more substantially fucked up than jughead in the sense that jughead is like. abandonment/inferiority complex 1000 ie. his mom left him, archie left him, his dad left him, his gf cheats on him or whatever. jughead is mostly a bundle of soft-type emotional-relationship issues which are fucked up in their own right, but he also expresses those issues a lot more openly (the whole Being A Writer thing, narratively the dying over and over thing, his whole misanthropy thing being just an accepted part of who he is).

betty on the other hand has: a serial killer father, serial killer grandparents, a mom who kills assailants and hides the bodies under floorboards, a serial-killer FBI-agent half-brother, a serial-killer cam hooker half-brother-in-law, a cult-indoctrinated accidentally-incestuous sister who had twins with the town dead boy who was killed by his father (said father also being one of betty’s own blood family), a boyfriend that dies every season and is an attempted gang leader, a cousin who is an insane witch, a gang-leader step-dad-situation who is also the father of her boyfriend, not to mention her serial killer genes! when i say she’s substantially more fucked up than jughead i mean that jughead weeps/whines/acts pathetic about his circumstances a lot more, which are sad in general bc that’s his role, but despite betty’s increasing “darkness” over the seasons (something that she says verbatim . lol) she still keeps it together on a surface level. still dresses in pastels still wears little pink sweaters and skinny jeans and does her cute hairdos and sheer pink makeup well into her adulthood, which makes her all the more fucked bc cognitive dissonance goes crazy!! the difference between how she’s perceived/what she’s supposed to be and all the things that happened to her/the way she’s supposed to react to it are two different ends of the personality spectrum.

of course, the problem this creates is that jughead (ultimate sad wet cat) sees her suburban good girl aura and takes it for granted that she will stay the same sweet girl and attaches himself to her - unfortunately, betty’s core directive is to keep moving, so naturally she starts looking in different directions. jughead needs her too much and she doesn’t really need him at all. consider that also jughead walks around like a festering open wound and betty graduated from the cooper school for emotionally repressed women…like. there was no way for betty to be weird (to be a weirdo. to not fit in and not want to fit in. she doesn’t even have a stupid hat on) like jughead is weird bc jughead is a freak because of his problems - ie he has no one, originally, bar archie, because he’s so “misunderstood” and “misanthropic”. the inverse of that - betty has, superficially, zero problems - which is what draws veronica and jughead to her, and her freak is just that much more intense because she never deals with it except in really unhealthy ways (a pile of coping mechanisms for which she is always looking to add to.)

tl:dr betty’s freak is a lot more intense and unsolvable than jughead’s and so while jughead can be fixed by a one-hit wonder vent novel and a new project-focused girlboss gf, betty can never be fixed - ergo they really need to see other people (NOT ARCHIE.)

[khepiari]

New LuLaw Fic for #IMPREGNATELAW2024: Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!

Summary: AU| 40s DILF Entomologist Luffy x 40s Trans DILF Dr. Trafalgar Law| Old Men Yaoi| Accidental Pregnancy at middle age| SFW

Word count: 10637

TRIGGER WARNING: MISCARRIAGE.

Please read the tags, warnings, and notes before you proceed.

“Good morning, my Crusty Cream Puff and little brat.” Luffy greeted me with his beautiful smile adorned by his stubble. With a plate of oddly shaped and colourful rice balls waving at me rather ominously, my husband was ready to make me face the new day. My eyes looked at the rice balls again. Were they supposed to resemble something? I dared not to ask about it, as I also wanted to puke at the new nickname he had come up with for me.

“Sanji taught me a few recipes yesterday, while you were over-timing. I tested them first on Usopp and Nami! I got their approval.” The rice balls were really oddly shaped. “By the time you have a baby bump, I will have perfected them. You and the little tennis ball inside you can enjoy Sora The Warrior of The Sky movies together” With a happy grin, he made the plate dance in front of my eyes. So these balls were in honour of the Villains of the movies, The Germa66! Points for effort, my love , I said in my head and offered him a sweet smile. He picked one of the rice balls and offered me, “Say ahhhhhh!” How could someone be so happy and energetic in the morning? I always wondered.

“Let me brush and wash my face first! And take a dump!” Living with him had made me foul-mouthed, too. Shamelessly, I declared to him when I pissed and farted these days like it was nobody's business. I pushed him away by blowing my stinky breath right on his face. “My mouth smells like a dead rat!” Instead of making a face, he just inhaled it all, little freak. Sometimes I question why I married him. Yes, the sex was great, he was devoted to me to the point of scary, and he was adorable, but dear lord Monkey D Luffy was insufferable too.

Mornings were always tough for me, his bright face was the only solace in my hectic life. At that moment, he was too bright as a neon sign board and I didn’t like it, so I looked away. Ignoring him would be the best decision. Sadly, he was not having any of it, he held my wrist and sniffed it like a dog and my heart stopped for a brief moment, clouding my mind with: Did he find out? Instead, he looked at me with concern, “You smell sweaty, did you have a terrible dream?” I pulled my hand away, what was he talking about now? “You have this bitter after-scent in the mornings when you have a nightmare. Today it is strong. What was it? Was it that stupid ex-boyfriend who ran away with your money?” As an old married couple, we had shared too many life details with each other for my liking. Why did you have to remind me of that rascal? I glared at Luffy. “You really smell scared for some reason, you better wash those armpits well shishishishishi!”

Read here:

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (6)

*This ain’t a funeral!* Read [this] first.

Lysistrata: Coryo, that was so beautiful! Your voice was ✨perfection✨.☺️

Coryo: Thanks, Bestie! The Grandma’am had to ✨hit✨ me a lot to make my voice sound like an angel~.💅

Festus: Hit you?😰 What do you mean??

Coryo: My crazy Grandma’am said that I’m not allowed to ✨EAT✨ or ✨SLEEP✨ if I can’t get the tone and lyrics right!☺️

Festus: Coryo, are you okay-

Coryo: Now my voice is perfect!! Lucy Gray Who! My abdomen has never been bruiser- I mean, better.😌

Lysistrata: Coryo, my dear, do you need me to call Child Welfare Services?🥺

Coryo: Child Welfare Services? Does Panem even have such thing? And who’s gonna be the head of that department? Dean Casca Highbottom or Dr.Gaul?

Sejanus: I wish!😡 *glares at Strabo Plinth*

Coryo: Babe, why is your father even here?

Sejanus: He’s going to drive us back to school after-

Strabo: *leans down and whispers to Coryo* Hello, my little son-in-law. How are you?

Coryo: Hello, Father-in-law. I’m fine. Thank you.

Strabo: Do you want to know about the time when your gorgeous father and I went “stargazing” together in the middle of the night?🥰

Coryo: No.

Lysistrata: I want to know!

Festus: Me too!

Strabo: My darling Crassus and I were roommates.😏

Sejanus: Pa, don’t embarrass me in front of my boyfriend!😫

Strabo: But-

Sejanus: Go away or wait in the car!

Strabo: Strabo is sad now.😞

Sejanus: Goodbye, schemer.

Strabo: Goodbye, my idiot heir.

Sejanus: Shoo.

Strabo: See you later, Little Snow.

Coryo: Father-in-law, can you buy 3 gallons of peppermint ice cream and 2 boxes of spinach pizza on the way out? I’m hungry.

Strabo: Anything for Little Snow.😊

Coryo: Thanks.

Festus: Yo, Coryo, can you also ask old Mr. Plinth if he could buy us burgers and fries-

Coryo: No.

Festus: *turns to Sejanus* Bestie, can you ask your old man to buy us burgers and fries?

Sejanus: No.

Festus: Pretty please?🥺🙏

Sejanus: My Coryo said no.

Festus: But I want burgers and fries!😭

Arachne: *on a hospital bed with a neck brace* Oi! Oi, idiots! Why are you even here?! Visiting hours are over!

Coryo: To be fair, the doctors said that we can have a sleepover-

Arachne: Inside my hospital room?! Are you crazy?! I told the school that I’m not dying! Dammit!😡

Sejanus: Our dearest Felix Ravinstill told us to visit and sing you the ✨Gem of Panem✨, Arachne~.☺️

Festus: He’s so considerate.

Arachne: Well, tell our stupid Class President to suck ass and leave me be!

Lysistrata: Why?🥺

Arachne: Because Gem of F*ckin’ Panem is only sung in good or bad occasions!

Coryo: This occasion is pretty good to me-

Arachne: It’s not my freaking wedding or funeral, you dumbass!

Festus: To be fair, me, Lizzie, and Coryo are only here for the food.😋

Coryo: Your evil mom’s apple pie is to die for.

Arachne: But why is idiot Plinth even here?!

Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s sugar daddy- I mean, boyfriend. So. . .

Arachne: Get the f*ck out.

Lysistrata: *pulls out a camera from her bag* Can’t do that. Sejanus and I were tasked by Felix to take pictures. So smile-

Arachne: Get that f*ckin’ camera off my face!

Coryo: Nope. Felix said that as the Class President, it is his duty to prove that you’re still alive and kicking-

Arachne: Get out.

Lysistrata: What was that? We can’t seem to hear-

Arachne: GET OUT!!🤬🔪

[pocket-jack]

That's gonna be angsty.

More serious take on how Kid broke his nose. For sillies look here ↓

Kid: What takes Killer so long? It's been like what? Hours at this point?

Victoria: Awww! Are you worry about your crewmate/friend/boyfriend???

Kid: No I'm not, bitch! Shut up! I definitely know that he can be on his own! He's strong! He's my fucking first mate! In the future... And I'll be the dumbest captain ever if I took some weakling as my first mate!

Victoria: Yeah-yeah, I got it. Then stop worrying. He's strong, as you said. If you trust him, then wait for him and stop acting like a whiny bitch, jaggy!

Kid: Well, shut up

"Kid sits on the broken couch in the trash, waiting. He was waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting and waiting... He thinks that another hour passed and his friend's still haven't returned... Know Kid starts to worry. And Victoria who lays besides him playing with a broken Rubik's Cube is too"

Victoria: Um.... Hey... Jaggy? Hypothetically speaking... What if Killer... Well y'know... Is in trouble... And he can't hold on his own... What will happen, if he-?

Kid: Vic.

"Kid looks at the silhouette that was getting closer. He managed to recognize Killers long blond hairs and blue t'shirt. Damn, he was happy! But the happiness went away quickly, when Killer got so close that they could see him limping. And then he got even closer. And Kid saw how bruised up Killer was. His purple lipstick that he used today for the first time in his life and was genuinely happy of how it looked at him was smeared across his face and was forming some unpleasant scribbles at the checks"

"Kid got to him angry and confused"

Kid: What the fuck!? What the he- Who did this to you!?

Killer: ....

Victoria: Oh, Killer!...

Kid: Hey! Answer me, you fucker! Who did this?

Killer: ...

Killer: It's ok...

Kid: Wha-?

Killer: It's ok! Really. It was my fault. It really was. I just... I guess, I just can't wear a fucking lipstick. Well, that's ok. I got away. Don't worry. It's just-... The lipstick just... Not for me, ok. I'm fine. Really fine! It's... It's not my blood, se-...

"Kid wasn't listening at this point. He just went in the direction Killer came from. Oh, he was furious. And if he's not meeting the fucker who did this on his way, he tear the whole fucking island apart"

Victoria: Jaggy?

Killer: No. No-no-no-no-no! Kid. Kid! I'm fine! I've handled it! It's alright, see! It's really not my blood!

"He reached in to grab Kid's hand, but he was quickly stopped from doing so with only one angry stare"

Kid: WHO. THE FUCK. DID THIS TO YOU!?!

Killer: ...

Victoria: Oh shit :D

Killer: Ki-Kid...

Kid: What did they told you? That the boys can't fucking wear lipstick? That's why you have this fucking dicks on your face? What else have they told you? What parts of you have they laughed at!?

Killer: Kid, I...

Victoria: Oh, fuck shit up, bro!

Kid: Oh, I will! Look at me. Right know!

"He raised his long bangs to see Killers eyes, and the only thing he saw was tears. His friend looked at him with bitter expression, before swallowing a lump in his throat and looking down, allowing tears fell from his cheeks"

Killer: They've said that you're a clown because you have only a bunch of stupid freaks in your gang. I couldn't let that slide. So I picked a fight, and... Well... This happened. I don't want you to be called a freak because of me. I'm sorry, Kid...

Kid: ....

Kid: Vic. Wipe that poorly drawn dicks out of his face. And clean him. And treat his wounds.

Victoria: Roger, cap!

Killer: Kid...

"Kid wiped off his tears with the end of his shirt"

Kid: My crew doesn't cry. Got it?

"Killer noded, wiping the leftovers with his hands. Meanwhile Kid went ahead"

Killer: Kid? Are serious right now??? It's not a big deal! Relax, please! These guys are bigger and much dangerous than anyone that we've messed with!

Kid: Messing with my crew is a giant fucking deal! They gonna pay for that!

Killer: ....

Killer: It was Zack's gang! So you don't slaughter an entire island on your way. Please, be careful...

Kid: Got it.

"Rain was hitting hard. Killer and Vic was standing beside Kid, who was bruised to the point of bleeding. All of his enemies were looking worse... But his health was most important right now. His nose was broken and was bleeding rapidly. The teeth was twisted, but still were holding. Judging by how he was holding his shoulder, it was dislocated"

Killer: Kid... Why the fuck did you do that!? I've warned you, you dumbass! Why did you pick a fight with them!?

Kid: Because!

Killer: ...

Kid: They were fucking laughing at you! At MY first mate! No one will be fucking laughing at you! No one! So wear your fucking lipstick! Wear it as much as you want, because you like it! And If someone dares to laugh at you or bully you for that... I will fucking kill them!

"Killer cried really rarely. But know he couldn't hold in the tears"

Kid: My crew doesn't cry! Because I will fucking kill anyone who dares to say shit about them! No matter how big and strong they are, I'll fucking kill them! Hear my words!

Killer: Kid...

"He sat next to him and grabs him by the hand"

Kid: It doesn't hurt... It's ok.

Victoria: Don't fucking lie, you're crying like a fucking bitch, jaggy!

Kid: "Sobs" I'm fucking no-Ghghhggh!... Hurts! It's hurts so bad! Oh shit! Oh fuck! I think my hand is broken! But that's was worth it! That's was fucking worth it!

Killer: You're an idiot, Kid! Don't move i'll locate it back!

Kid: OWWW!

Killer: SORRY! SORRY, HOLY SHIT!!!

Some guy from other gang: Hey, look at that! The boy wears lipstick!

Killer: Huh?

Kid who's wearing a bright red lipstick comes in: Got any problems with my first mate's makeup, punks?

Guy: Nope! Cool lipstick, haha! Nice... Nice purple color! Really suits you! Ha-ha...

Killer: Oh, thank you 🌸

Kid: Yeah, bitch, thank you!

[chicgeekgirl89]

Top Five Tarlos Moments

Post Season 4 Edition

Thanks @bonheur-cafe for the tag! Okay so, picking favorites of anything is so hard for me. Everything is my favorite. I love it all. @bluenet13 knows this better than anyone and it makes her life very difficult lol. But I’m going to try. Don’t hold me to these in a court of law please. 

1. Soulmates- This was SO unexpected and I swear my soul left my body for a minute. To hear such an incredible declaration of love from Carlos, to get confirmation that he fell so hard and fast for T.K., and to discover that T.K. was terrified of what a beautiful person he’d just found was simply stunning.

2. Proposal- I mean, it’s perfect. Again, an amazing declaration of love, done is such a uniquely T.K. way, Carlos’ surprise (IS THE LIZARD BACK?!) and the way they both just kind of fall apart and curl up into each other is 😍

3. Breathe- Listen. I hated this whole arc, okay? I was so stressed about every single forking second of it. I just like it when the people are happy! But my god, what a reunion. T.K. coming to and immediately knowing what Carlos needed. And the broken, barely there, had to watch it six times to be sure “I love you” that he whispers. The way he pulls Carlos into himself and the way Carlos falls apart 😭😭😭.  And I know that stupid background music is from a stupid can and I should hate it but damn it, it makes me feel things. 

4. Kidnapping Reunion- The one where TNT gets taken. Guys. It’s the whump. The whump gets me. The fear, the relief, the passing out in his boyfriend’s arms. Exquisite. 

5. Cake Smash- I will die on the hill of the cake smash. YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT IN TIMOTHY. To see them HAPPY, to see them CELEBRATING, to see them finally getting this incredible moment they’ve both earned in blood and sweat and tears and grief, we deserved it. Carlos going unexpectedly messy and T.K. loving every second of it is so freaking precious. And the kiss. My god the kiss. It’s so soft and sweet and I adore it. 

OKAY BUT ALSO I REALLY LOVE THE DARTS SCENE AND LOU AND THE CAR UNDER THE NORTHERN LIGHTS AND THE COUCH SEX AND THE PRE-FIRE SEX.

Phew!

See? Told ya. Favorites are hard. 

@bluenet13 consider yourself tagged, you list making fiend 😇😇😇.

[ohsoulymoons]

Confession 0.2

Duncan... being stinky makes sense

Duncan of my version :P

He can't help it , running around everywhere also basically biased on past boyfriends and I be like yummy then gag later on after while 4 days with them.

Sometimes stinky sweat makes my brain want tear you apart and pull out a wedding ring then drag to the church say vows

Musty fog really can be factor to no thoughts just stupid actions

That's why I'm like THAT MAN STINKS AND COURTNEY WOULD RATHER DIED THAN TELLING YOU SHE LOVES HIS MUSTY SWEATY FORM, BLACK ICE AXE SPRAY, AND APOLLO ALUMINUM-FREE DEODORANT FORMULA STICK

A clean Duncan smells like forest pine cones, hints of smoking with fire, red polo cologne known as Polo Red Eau de Toilette, and Axe Phoenix deodorant and vodka with tequila shots somehow

HE SHOWERS BUT AT WHAT CIST EVERYONE SAYS HE DOESN'T!!!

I don't usually sweat everyone gets mad at me after intense workout or 4 hours of labor then I lay down or rest I am sweating like a pig and I'm like ah don't look at me like leaking all the sweat out like nothing

Yes I memorized scents of past lovers, I even memorized their eyes, the way they fell asleep and what they fear most and how wale them up safely from nightmares, and made a mental list of their favorite products to buy them to replace them before they ran out before they notice it.

I used be super hyper focused on being too feminine to scare the gay thoughts away or the mean comments on my body like my version Courtney the need to look perfect always

But

Now I'm mixture of them both lol. I use axe myself lol scares off some they mean men away and I get cute girls to look at me sometimes ❤️ it doesn't help I dress up like them lol homies now out in public with red converse on top.

I hide my hair under my in my black champion snapback and black oversized hoodie usually too with my face mask on sometimes can be confusing experience to people who see me out in the open

Like Courtney will freak out if she thinks she stinky

Based on my personal experience in University I used to have a long routine of 5 days to get ready to even consider going on a date with someone everyday I would brush my teeth three times , twice daily flossing them! A night when I wasn't spending the time with some random guy or person I would have my retainer in at 8:00 with a facial typing away and fixing my papers before they were due in 2 weeks listening to my roommate or letting her explain her essay on the legal system. And as a psychology major and her as the law major or pre-law we actually helped you each other a lot and made sure to find the right etiquette or whatever she needed to make sure she won her fake cases or got the highest grade she could. By university I was c student and burn out hah no more A's and high caliber of life and learn how to calm down and also I realize I wasn't God's gift to man but I could use my ability to copy everyone's energy to use this God complex against others that annoy me often.

Basically: Courtney

5:00am Awake

5:30 am Yoga and pray/fight God again

6:00 to 8:30 am at the gym deadlifting with her best gal

9 long ass shower ritual, goat milk soap bar from Australia, rice water Shampoo and conditioner bar like from kitsch, body scrub lavender of course, then outside of shower routine eye cream for sensitive skin and to lessen dark circles, rose oil like Instituto Espanol Rosa Body Oil then drying herself up putting on Tree Hut’s Vanilla Whipped Body Butter to finally spray once her old rarely used Justin Bieber Someday Eau De Parfum the two sprays of Bath & Body Works A Thousand Wishes Fine Fragrance Mist, shaving/plucking/waxing/ new or fix nails on Thursday to Saturdays, she shaped heart somewhere with purple jewelry of a C

Shower early

Bath rarely afraid of uti her mother told that at a young age she afraid of finding out

Her other rituals usually at night. She carries emergency bags in her thick ass backpack 4 chapsticks 2 unopened different vanilla to mango to cotton candy to pumpkin spice, sewing kit, a mini first aid, 6 water bottles somehow, her lunch, her laptop, spare clothes just incase, and everything else she needs for the day!

[oldmanpuppyplay]

movie buff questions - #60, #7, #56? :D

60. Most visually stunning movie you’ve seen?

This is such a normie pick for filmblr but The Fall by Tarsem Singh. It's popular for a reason. The vistas are gorgeous, the costumes are next level - it played a huge role in the development of my love of film and I doubt I'd be this autistic about movies without it.

(honorable mention to The Evil Dead because as my boyfriend reminded me, my reaction to claymation oatmeal gore was extremely visceral and in fact, stunned. So under the law of the letter that one got me)

7. Ever been/are you such a hardcore fan of an actor actress you watched/will watch any movie they were/will be in?

I do this all the time but most notably David Haydn-Jones (ketch from spn) there's just something about the way he plays sad eyed single dads in Hallmark Christmas movies that I find so enriching.

Other examples: Grace Jones, Madeline Kahn, Paul Robeson, Gene Wilder, Toshiro Mifune, Geena Davis, Paul Newman, Keith David, Carey Grant, James Spader, Tom "Tiny" Lister Jr., Peter Stormare, Vincent Schiavelli - pretty much any beloved character actor I will watch movies for their 30 second of screen time in them.

56. Movie you completely nerd-out over every time it’s mentioned?

Wolf girl this stupid ass made for tv movie from 2001 that no one but me and the people I drag kicking and screaming into with me have seen 😭 BUT LISTEN it's on Tubi right now and everyone should consider watching it with the caveats of it is about a freak show so if you've got triggers that might be affected by the themes that you'd find in a story about a freak show tred with caution.

[mehwmidklpe]

SILLY

Leo Valdez x Hermes!Reader

PART 2>> TOO SILLY

Leo was happy when he walked over to cabin 11. The Hermes cabin. Your cabin.

You, Y/n Y/l/n his amazing girlfriend.

Everyone at camp knew you two were meant to be even before you two were together.

You had the same mischievous smile, the same kind of humor, the same attitude, take one look at the two of you and you both just screamed trouble. You were basically the same person in different bodies.

Leo was over the moon for you. He was so lucky, he still didn't know how he got you, but he wasn't complaining!

You were silly like him, your smile so playfull and gorgeous, you matched his freak, when he did something stupid, you'd do it with him.

He'd never thought he'd find someone like that, but you were at camp this whole time, right infront of his nose.

Not only did you macth his energy, but so did your siblings, which meant they really got along.

Speaking of that–

"LEOOO" He heard once he set foot inside the cabin.

"CONNORRR" Leo greeted back, looking at his friend–and probably future-brother-in-law–who sat on top of his bunk bed.

The latino started walking trough the cabin, greeting everyone like he was famous, which he basically was since: 1) he's the boyfriend of their favorite sister; and 2) they all love him.

"Travis, fancy seeing you here, Chris, looking good as ever, Julia, did you get a hair cut? Mi amorrr" When Leo reached you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You giggled as you looked at him. "Hey cutie." You say with a smile, ruffling his brown curls. "Hey mamacita, beautiful like always." With that, he went in for a kiss.

The whole cabin cheered as he really went for it (as if they aren't used to it by now).

When Leo pulled away, you scrunched your nose, which he found adorable to say the least. "So.. what you up to?" He asked you with genuine curiousity.

"Well. Me and Connor were just planing the perfect prank on Percy." You inform him. "Yes we were! It's gonna be lit!" Connor agreed, a proud smirk on his face. The brown eyed boy smiled at that. "Oh I bet it is. What did Seaweedbrain do this time?"

A pout formed onto your lips.

"He broke the walkman you made for me."

"And my slingshot!" Connor added.

"My skateboard is ruined." Chris finished.

"Woah, woah, woah. Relax guys. Your favorite mechanist will fix all those things for ya. Leo-style!" Leo assured you guys. "For real?" You said, a smile growing onto your lips, the smile he loved so dearly. "Of course mi vida. But I'ma need you to come with me. You know, for moral support, or if I wanted a.. 'break'..."

'Ooh's echoed trought the cabin.

You rolled your eyes with a smile before allowing Leo to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "We'll be leaving now. I'll bring her back. At some point." Leo announced to your siblings. Connor then spoke up. "Yeah! Get your girl"

Then the door shut.

Music blasted trough Bunker 9. You and Leo were dancing around together, lip syncing to the song 'Chicken Tenders' by Dominic Fike (cause why not?), not having a care in the world, just being sill asf.

You both knew the other wouldn't judge, you were one and the same.

"Ugh, now I'm craving some chicken tenders. Thank you, Y/n, for making me listen to Dominic Fike again." Leo whined, his stomach basically screaming from hunger. "Hey! First of all, Dominic Fike is amazing, second, we could sneak into the kitchen and make us something." You said, a grin growing onto your face.

The latino's expression lit up. Dropped again. "How will we do that?" You frown as if it wasn't the most obvious thing ever.

"Uh? Daughter of Hermes, duhh."

That's how you ended up in the kitchen, waiting for your meal to bake in the oven.

"I still can't believe you picked the window's lock and made me crawl trough it–wait, what am I saying? Of course I can believe it." Leo corrected himself while walking over to you, who was sitting on the kitchen counter.

You shrugged at that. "Hey, you were the one that decided to ask a Hermes child to be your girlfriend." You remind him. Leo grinned at that, recalling the exact moment vividly. "And I don't regret it one bit." By now he was standing in between your legs.

You smiled as you leaned in for a kiss. A kiss that was supposed to last two seconds turned into a kiss that lasted minutes.

Leo's hands grabbed your hips, gently massaging them as his lips desperatly worked against yours. Leo knew how to use his hands very well, we all know that.

You tightened your grip on his shoulders, your hands moving everywhere they could.

The latino's lips trailed towards your cheek, leaving hot, wet kisses there before his lips trailed down to your jawline, then finally reaching your neck.

Your hands found his soft curls, pushing his head more into your neck as you let out a sigh. At the same time you placed kisses on his head, he placed hickeys on your neck.

Your legs wrapped themselves around the latino's waist, pulling him closer to you, his hot breath against your neck, kissing and biting it, then making up for the bites with his tongue. "So beautiful.." Your boyfriends wishpered against your skin, making you sigh again.

You could've gone further, but then an alarm went off, that was the moment you realized you've been making out for so long that you forgot the food.

As Leo let go of you, you jumped off of the counter, reaching towards the oven. You opened it, only to find out your food was on fire. "Great." You said, clearly sarcastic tone.

"Leo, do something."

"How am I supposed to fix this??"

"I don't know, you fix things, I break them!"

"Yeah but–Why is it always me? Can't you do it?"

"Leo! You litteraly are fire, you should know what to do!"

"Well I don't! I definitly don't like fire either, sue me for making it!"

You groaned before quickly rushing to the sink, filling something with as much water as you coudl before rushing back the over were Leo was grasping the place with food with ease cause it couldn't burn him.

Then you splashed the water onto it.

You got to practice a lot with campers as you pranked them. This was no difference.

You let out a sigh of relief when the fire died. The relief only lasted shortly though, cause you and Leo heard footsteps approaching. Wait–those weren't feet.. those were hooves.

Shit!

"What's happening in here?" You heard Chiron's voice from behind the door. You cursed to yourself before quickly signing for Leo to rush towards the open window. He took the sign, run towards it, clime trough it and you followed.

Once you were ouside and on the ground, he took your hand in his and ran away before you could get caught

When you finally arrived back to bunker 9, you were full on laughing together, immediatly ploffing down onto the bed that stood in the bunker.

You both just stared at each other with lovesick smiles for a while. "You still hungry?" You ask him at which he nodded. "Yeah.." At that, you grabbed a snack out of your pocket. "Did you steal that out of the kitchen when I wasn't looking?" Leo asked you, earning a dramatic gasp from you.

"Are you calling me a thief??"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Awww! That's so sweet of you, baby."

"You're welcome, mi amor."

here's a small Leo fic while I work on my valentine fic for Percy, Leo and Connor

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Lost Boys chapters 3 & 4

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Chapter 3

I passed the morning unpacking. After a quick lunch with my mom, I put on my best jeans, my favorite orange hoodie, my old Converse shoes, and re-styled my pony-tail really high. I didn’t like wearing my hair down much. It was always in a pony-tail and my mom was always complaining about it. She wanted me to let it hang loose since I had “such beautiful hair”. 

Why does she give us so much info about her stupid ponytail? Does the author think that we care about this? Is this going to be on the test?

“Jeez, Louise! You almost gave me a heart attack there!” I said…

I’m honestly not sure what’s worse: the teen swearing like she’s straight out from 1945, or making up nonsense words and using those as swears instead. 

“Hey, that old dude keeps giving me some weird looks. What’s up with him?” I asked, annoyed. He was looking at me like I was a crazy person or something. 

Tristan looked at the man, holding in a laugh. “Old Johnson, you say? He’s harmless, don’t worry about it, Joey. He probably thinks it’s odd for a kid to wander around the cemetery alone, that’s all.”

 “I’m not alone. You’re with me,” I pointed out. 

“Yes, of course,” Tristan said quickly, with an amused smirk.

After that, this is 100% on Joe for not having figured it out. 

Excuse me, I need to go beat my head against a wall for a little bit. 

I sat on a stone bench nearby, below a tall tree. He sat by my side, a little way away. He really didn’t want to get close to me at all, I was beginning to realize. He must have some kind of problem. I had read about this. People with germ phobia, wasn’t it? Scared of touching anything, of getting contaminated. He must have freaked out big time yesterday at the sight of me all covered in dirt! That would’ve traumatized any germophobic for the rest of their life!

This is literally the second time that you’ve met the boy. I wouldn’t sit close to you, either. 

 Then my cell phone rang with my mom’s ringtone, the theme song from the TV show Law and Order, making us both jump.

Look, you guys know I love Law & Order. My problem with this detail is much like with the ponytail: is this going to be on the test? 

“A new friend already?” she said, beaming happily. “That was fast! Is it a boyfriend, or a girlfriend?”

 “It’s a boy, but not a boyfriend.”

They’ve literally been here for two days now! Why would “do you have a boyfriend?” be the first thing the mother thinks about?

“All right! All right! I give up. If you want to sulk and be alone for the rest of your days, it’s your choice. No boy is ever good enough for you!” 

We don’t know much about Joe’s father, but from what little we have learnt… I don’t blame Joe for having standards

I’d also like to remind the mother that Joe isn’t even out of high school yet. What’s the rush? 

I swear if Tristan wasn’t a ghost, I’d be worried about the mother encouraging Joe to get knocked up in this series…

“I managed to get you in! It’s the best school in the state, and now I can afford to send you there!”

I thought that she was only a few months from graduating? What good is sending her to the best school if only for four more months?

Unless this book meant to say that she isn’t a senior?

Tristan had made such a big impact on my life already.

Chapter 3 summary: The next day, Joe gets ready and goes to the cemetery. Tristan had invited her to come view some of the sculptures later, but they hadn’t exactly agreed upon a time to meet up, since Ms. Violet had dragged her away. So she goes in the hopes that he’ll be there, and then wanders around for a bit until she finds him. 

Then they spend the rest of the afternoon together. This is mostly glossed over, for which I’m grateful. Joe eventually realises that it’s after 5, and invites him to go to a cafe around the corner, but he obviously can’t leave the cemetery. Joe’s mum calls to tell her to come home, so before she leaves, she makes further plans with Tristan to hang out again.

Back home, Joe’s mum tells her that she’s been accepted into a fancy week-day boarding school. Joe is a little upset about this, but eventually gets excited as her mum shares more details about the school. 

As she goes to sleep, she thinks about how sad she’s going to be that she won’t be able to see Tristan anymore when she starts going to school. 

Chapter 4

“You shouldn’t make jokes about ghosts here, Tristan! It’s not funny,” I warned him. 

He raised a suspicious eyebrow, smirking at me. “What, afraid of ghosts, are we?” he teased.

I JUST got back from wall head-beating!

I fell asleep on the couch and dreamed about contortionists, ballerinas and clowns. And red balloons floating up to the sky.

Chapter 4 summary: Some time passes, and Joe spends more time with Tristan in the cemetery. One afternoon, she trips over an uneven paving stone, and then gets upset when Tristan “refuses” to help her up. She storms off in a huff, and avoids him for a few days. But then on Christmas eve, she tries to go back to the cemetery to apologise for her behaviour, only to be completely unable to find him there. 

She celebrates Christmas with her mum, seeing as how they’re the only family that they’ve got. But when her mum goes to take a bath, Joe decides that she needs to give Tristan something, too. So she finds a photograph of the summer she worked at a circus, and goes down to the cemetery, where she leaves it on a tombstone for him to find later. 

[asoulofatlantis]

Lets try that again...

I wasn't even aware that really did bring her along. Why was she back home then, when the tragedy happened? (Man... I hope we did not start the 2000th loop at the beginning of Daybreak just for everything to still happen the way it did. I want those kids to be happy! I want Dingo to be alive and have a chance with Marielle and I do wish for Aida, Fie and Ferie to be able to be "sisters" together. So do not listen to those stupid idiots who want those people to stay dead! Please use the chance and save them all!)

I usually prefer to take the answers that give me more grey and chaos points for multiple reasons (I drove it that far last time, that when the time came to chose my partners for the death game, I couldn't even chose the bracer guild because my Law points were that freaking low XD) but this time I want the thief to be honest so I decide to chose what I want. Not to mention, I am aiming for Shizuna as my partner this time, and Grey points are easier to get than the chaos points.

That is one of the sidequests that I remembered VERY clearly. Because it was the first one in that game that really shook me to the core. The girl send us to find her missing boyfriend and in a Trails game, you would expect to find the guy and get a happy ending and even tho the Sidemissions in Kuro/Daybreak have a lot of unexpected and sometimes rather dark twists and turns, most of them end up relatively... uh... "happy" so to speak. In this one tho... well... her boyfriend was in some sort of gang and wanted to get out of it to be with her, to get out he had to do one last mission - a suicide mission that he would not survive, so we found out he is dead. And if that wasn't hard enough he left a letter for her telling her he left her, so she wouldn't think he died because of her and you know have the choice between telling the truth and giving the letter and the letter gives you massive grey points and the truth more law points than I want but... I really wanted her to know the truth and she will get the truth this time for sure - I can not remember whish decision I ended up making last time, because I do know once or twice I chose the choice I was more comfortable with rather than the one that would give me less law points...

Totally just asking because it could be a scoop... not because I am jealous or anything of course XD (Ah... it sucks so much that this ship sunk in such an awful way, when it could have sailed so beautifully...)

The things with thise games side-mission is that... a lot of them are mandatory and not optional and if you want to do them all this takes A LOT of time either way. In this chapter the missions also took longer than in the first two chapters. And while I do believe so far Daybreak had the best side-missions with its twists and turns and how interesting they are... but I still think the pacing gets ruined here by how many there are and how long they take.

I am so glad that my boy Lechter stayed at Erebonias intelligence division, his potential would be so wasted anywhere else. It IS a bit upsetting tho that we do not get to know who he is working with these days...

I totally forgot about that. Everyone thought that Sheena Dirke looked familiar. Back then I thought of Paulette first... then Nina... but these days... I am not so sure anymore. The thing is, I assumed that Sheena was some sort of Immortal, yes, we said that most of them in Erebonia came about do to the curse, but we do have a lot of curse-like-circumstances in Calvard as well from time to time so I thought it was possible. HOWEVER we did see the old age Sheena Dirke tho (only from behind of course) in Kai its unlikely that she is still alive and we have meet her. There is still that thing that Dreichels soul was Reborn and Osborne at least somewhat resembled him, but its not like he really looked too much like him either, so Sheenas soul being reborn doesn't make much sense either. Although then it could actually be Nina... I think. How old is Nina again? ANYWAY... not sure why they would hide part of her face in Kai tho, given that we have seen her younger face as a statue and flashback-pcitures. Makes no sense, right? For a while I thought that she is actually like he mother of the girl Epstein adopted (Agnes Grandmother) as we've had that they said their faces all really look alike so hiding Sheenas face to not point that out would make sense theoretically... put then it wouldn't because we have seen her younger face before already. I... am actually a bit lost here. Its likely Nina... but... then again... some people assume the one at the end of Kai, who took off her mask and said something along the lines that it was sad that it had to end like this was Sheena Dirke, likely in her younger years and it wouldn't make much sense to assume that the "real" Sheena would be there, if her rebirthed or whatever version - which I would assume to be Nina at the moment - would be there already. Then again, the woman we thought was Aida is assumed to be a version of Feri at that point and that also doesn't make any sense given that everyone else in that roaster of masked people is actually dead while Feri isn't and... gee... were back to the "Kai raises more questions than it answers" - part. And that is why I found the idea REALLY frustrating that we have to wait at least two years to get the next game. Also with Kai possible coming out in the west earlier than expected it might very likely be possible that Kai comes out before the next Trails-Game comes out in japan and while that means we would have FINALLY catched up to them, it also means we will play Kai basically "blind" in the sense that we do not have access to any future games to somewhat put some light on all the questions we have and somehow this sucks!

*Achem* Moving on... tho it is frustrating how many questions that were raised in the first game were NOT answered in the third installment either.

Seriously, the Bracers have all the hot and/or cool Ladys XD

Van just said he said its up to Agnes to decide if she wants to stay or leave but when she did try to quit at the end of Kai he pretty much told her that he is the boss and makes the decisions here. Tho that might just have been a desperate attempt to get things right as much as possible before it was impossible to do that at all.

You know... Greamheart did a very good job in fooling us. Looked like a Präsident who wanted to rule Zemuria, rolled out the big Panzersoldats and stuff, seemed like he didn't care much about Agnes at all. Looked like a threat we eventually have to face. But in the end... he was just a doting father who wanted to protect his daughter so damn badly, after already losing his wife to the cause and while doing that, he still actually managed to protect Calvard and worked together with the great Tech-Firms of Zemuria while at it. I kind of wanna applauded him for fooling us so badly.

Osborne weirdly enough did both a better and a worse job at it, if you think about it. We knew Osborne was a dangerous man ever since Trails in the Sky and his Guest-Appearance in Crossbell didn't make it any better. That he is a force you don't want to cross was pretty clear already in the early days of Cold Steel and it only got worse throughout the later Days of the Erebonian-Saga. Until his very last moments, he led us to believe that he was an awful man. Power-hungry to the core and not giving a damn about anyone or anything but getting even more power by all means necessary. While all the while... he just wanted to save Erebonia and Zemuria as a whole from Ishmelga who this whole time, even without a heart, he managed to keep in check instead of losing himself to his control, even tho that manace was hunting his very soul since his previous life. He made a fool out of all of us until the very end. And while Greamheart also seemed like he had very egoistic goals in mind - what in some sense is not even untrue - he never really struck one as dangerous. You expected him to turn out as evil and bad as can be any minute now... but he never really truly was. So it was just us connecting all the dots wrong, while he actually didn't do anything wrong to begin with - as opposed to what Osborne did to archive his goal. As fathers... they both kind of sucked at first and ended up loving their children so damn much despite that. HOWEVER I always felt like the first impression that Osborne left us with when it came to Rean was that he just didn't care. Didn't give a damn. Used him even and forced him to do things he hate. Just to in the end, turn out to be a very loving father that just wanted to protect his son and when you looked cle enough you could see and feel the times he actually did secretly show that he did indeed love Rean. Greamheart looked like he didn't care much about Agnes most of the time, only about his appearance in the public eye. BUT when it came down to it, he did occasionally show he did care, not even really trying to hide it.

So I do think Falcom did a good job here reusing their old ideas but changing them enough to feel different, without making it seem forced or weird. That wasn't always the case as we all know. Musse copying Kloe in a way felt really like them just being to lazy to come up with a more original storyline for her. And the Estelle and Joshua - situation copy they did in Kuro 2 required Swin to be so darn out of character that it almost didn't feel rewarding to reach this satisfying conclusion for that ship. However... it does not feel like a sheep rip-off, when it comes to how Greamheart did things, and that is a very good thing.

Anyway... I am not in the mood for Vans night out right now. So lets handle this tomorrow.