#not gunna lie this one took me ages

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[quellmythirst]

Riding Lessons.

A/N: Today I woke up and chose violence. The day drinking is also not helping. Thank you @chatnain for being so lovely, I hope I managed to make your horny problem worse <3

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Logan Delos

Words: 1.2k

Summary: He gives you a spicy riding lesson???

Warnings: SMUT!!!! I don't know shit about horses. MINORS DNI

“Well you kids have fun,” your friend called as she walked down the side of the hill, “Will's and I are gunna go look for Dolores. Well, he is. I'm looking for Clementine,” she waved, skipping away as the wind kicked up her skirt. It was your second time visiting Westworld together and it would be a lie to say you hadn’t planned it around when you knew Logan would be here.

The wind blew through your long hair, a large shadow crept across your face. Your eyes glancing up from behind your glasses, you flicked your hair from your eyes so you could better see the man standing in front of you. You knew who he was the moment you set eyes on him, you had been lusting after from him for years. It was only here in this place that he really saw you. And here he was dressed only in his ass less chaps, the leather clinging to his firm legs while the rest of him hung free. You could hardly believe this man was about to give you a riding lesson. You were shivering with anticipation, already dripping down your thighs while you waited for him.

"Should we get started then?" you say, your melodic voice drifting in the wind.

"Is that? Your accent is lovely," he purrs, his hand skimming along the soft skin of your arm. Goosebumps rising along your body with each caress. You stared into his dark eyes, trying very hard not to look down.

"Thank you," you say, leaning back into the horse.

“First thing you wanna do is get on,” he instructed you, his hand curving quite low on your waist to hold you steady. While the other took hold of your foot, hoisting you over the large black beast. You peer down at him, the wind rushing against your nearly bare pussy, only concealed by the heavy skirts you were wearing. Anticipation builds in your stomach when you see his eyes linger on your shapely legs. “Here, take hold of the reins,” he instructs you and you do as he says. You hear him click his tongue and worry that you’ve done something wrong, “No not like that,” he chastises, his hand grazing up your leg. He takes hold of the horn, his hand dangerously close to your pussy, “Here let me show you,” His hand tightening and your body moving forward to brush against his hand, his leg kicking over behind you. You feel his warm, bare chest pressed into you, his thick cock grinding into your back.

“Now here's what you want to do,” he said, moving his hand, accidentally brushing up against your moist core. His large hands take the reins from behind you, resting them on your thighs. His stubble grazing against your cheek, the masculine scent of his sweat fills your senses. Closing your eyes you inhale and you begin to squirm. He was working you up and he’d barely laid a hand on you.

He whipped the reins, the sound of the crack making your eyes fling open, the tail end stinging when it smacked into your leg. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped your lips, just like he couldn't help the way he ground into you at the sound.

The horse set to a trot, both of your body's bouncing together with each step. It was moving slowly, but Logan's hands were moving fast. Taking the reins in one, he used the other to glide up your thigh, your skirts gathering at his wrist. Traveling further up, his long fingers glide through your bare pussy, gathering the juices that flowed freely from your body. “Fuck you're so wet already,” he growled into your ear, “Bet you haven’t been fucked properly in ages,” His chapped lips devour, sucking and biting at your neck. While his hand began gently rubbing on your clit, his cock grew harder by the second. He felt long and thick grinding into your back. Your pussy grinding into the soft leather of the saddle, it wasn’t enough. You needed more, more of him. “I'm about to fix that,” he says, biting down on your shoulder and bringing the horse to a stop.

You barely noticed that you had trotted into a wood, the trees dense and the sun just peaking through the canopy. He dismounted the horse, your eyes drawn to his hard cock standing to attention in the breeze. The fucking assess chaps leaving nothing to the imagination. His eyes looked hungrily up at you, holding his hand out to you. Taking it yours as he helped you down from the horse, pulling you into a feverish kiss.

His eyes lustful as he backed you into a nearby tree, the bark grazing your back as he raised up your skirts. His strong hands lifting you up by the waist. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, his cock teasing just at your entrance. Sliding up and down through your dripping pussy and mixing it with his pre cum, “What a pretty thing you are,” he says, spearing into you his hard pace set from the go as he slams his cock into you. Your wanton moans and cries music to his ears as pleasure builds within you. His teeth sink into your lips drawing blood from them, ravaging your mouth. A hand travels up to grip your thigh pressing you harder into the tree, “look at me,” he demands, “ain’t no one gunna fuck you this good again,” he smirks, “you need this,” he punctuated with a deep thrust, “you gotta call me,” You nod at him words lost on your tongue as you chase euphoria, "Gunna get your addicted to my cock," he growls, his hands wrapping through your hair, tugging your head back, "You hear me?"

"Yes- Fuck, Yes. Logan!"

Like lightning he turns you, pressing your face into the wood as he fucks into you from behind, his hand rubbing on your swollen clit, “so close, need you to cum,” he growls into your shoulder, your cry out the pain shooting right into your pussy.

“Fuck! Logan,” you scream, pressing back into him. Taking both hands he lifts your ass, your feet dangling over the ground as he grinds his cock deep within you. Hitting your sweet spot he chuckles to himself, pressing into it again and again and again until you're sure you're going to faint.

“Who fucks you this good?”

“You Logan! Fuu-” His forearm slides under you holding you up, his other hand swirling down on your clit and sending you over the edge. Your body shakes, convulsing like give been exorcism. Your pussy clenching and convulsing on his cock until his warm cum shoots into you, filling you up until you feel it dripping down your leg.

Carefully he sets you back on the ground, your feet wobble and you decide to sit in the grass, before laying back to look at the green canopy above you. A blanket of sunshine encapsulates you, while a strong arm rests down beside you, “I should get back to my friend,” you say, “she'll be looking for me,”

“You're not going anywhere,” he growls, his body looming over you, his thigh sliding effortlessly between your legs, “I ain't done with you yet.”

[its-reddie123]

A head cannon of Richie Tozier being a hoe:

Okay first of all we don’t slut shame in this house so even though Richie is a massive hoe we respect him for it: (also note obviously they are all of age in this) (and it’s over several years/months not weeks)

-has Richie slept with all the losers? Yes yes he fucking has, do any of them know? No they definitely don’t

-the first one surprisingly wasn’t Eddie it was Stan, things had got heated one night when they were joking around in the club house when everyone had gone and Stan kissed him (partly just to shut him up), now by this point Richie had basically kissed all the losers because he’s that type of friend to suggest spin the bottle and shit like that but this time with Stan it was different and they both got very into it 👀

-Stan was the first to start taking off clothes and Richie gay panicking stumbled getting up to join him that he fell over😂 they both continued kissing and though they don’t go all the way by the end they were both spent, they almost got caught the next morning by Mike coming into the clubhouse but luckily they heard him coming before it was too late

-the next person of course was Bill, Richie had the strongest crush on him out all of the losers and for the longest, he admired him so much so it was only a matter of time before he put his foot in his mouth and let it slip, he always hinted he had crushes and all the losers but hid it behind his jokes but what happened with Bill was not that sort of situation

-At a party both Richie and Bill had found there way to the roof, both considerably drunk (but not enough that they weren’t both fully aware of what they were gunna do) Richie, actually fucking quiet for once in his life sat there trying not to stare at Bill but Bill noticed laughing “what?”

“You’re fucking gorgeous!” Richie said giving him a small shove

“What??!” Bill laughed

“You are so beautiful!”

“Shut up stop joking around” Bill laughed

“I’m not I will keep telling you till you believe me! You’re a literal god Bill and I’ve had the biggest crush on you forever...”

Then Richie realised he had got carried away and what he had said so stopped in silence he blushed

“I didn’t know you llll..liked me like that”

“Don’t go telling anyone” Richie continued to look at his feet

“Of course I won’t, ...you know I really like you like that too” Richie looked up smiling and both of them leaned to kiss

-did they do stuff on that roof? Yes yes they did, and after decided to keep things staying casual as friends cause Richie confessed he really loved Eddie and Bill understood

-who was next you may ask? well Beverly of course they fully fucked several times to tell the truth, mostly when the hung out to get high together but also just if they happened to both be horny, as they talked the most of the losers there little to absolutely no secrets between them and they both loved to be with each other as they confessed several times, they kept it very secret though and always as a friends with benefits relationship until one day they decided just be pure friends instead

-then came Ben, aaaaaaaa I can’t think of a situation Ben and Richie would ever hook up cause I see Ben as straight, you know what I got this far I’m following through

“What’s up Haystack?” Richie sat next to him on the floor of the high schools hallway leaning against lockers,

“Oh you know...stuff” tears rolling down his face as he tried to crack a smile

“What sorta stuff?” Richie said looking concerned

“I don’t feel so great about myself, and I feel very lonely sometimes”

“Marsh still hasn’t sorted her shit out?”

“No”

“Look Ben you’re an amazing guy, I think you are literally perfect, don’t worry if it’s just taking some time for others to see this”

“I’m not perfect!” he chuckled

“Did I ever tell you that I’m bi Ben?”

“ no... i didn’t know that... how’s that related though?”

“Well if you hadn’t guessed already I am totally head over heels in love with Eddie, has his noticed yet? No, am I hopeful yes cause it’s just bound to happen”

Ben leaned on Richies shoulder as the last tears fell from his face

“I’ve never kissed anyone before, no ones gunna want me” whispered Ben

“Ah see ah see well Benny boy how about we change that? I have plenty of experience” Ben lifted his head looking at Richie

“No strings attached” so Richie holding up his hands

“Okay but outside under the bleachers” even though everyone was in class it was still to risky to do in the hallway

-they kissed, Richie guiding him through making out and showing tips of where to put his hands he even through in some things he knew Beverly liked (without saying her name of course)

-Mike the man, the farmer, the rock of the group, the king, he loves Richie gets very protective over him (over all the losers tbh but Richie the most) it’s something about knowing he will keep putting his foot in his mouth and Mike knows he means no one any harm, there have been several fights Mike has broken up and saved Richies ass many times, one day they were running from Henry Bowers and his gang, after losing them a couple of blocks back they found themselves in the woods

“You okay?” Mike looked at richies black eye and broken glasses

“Well I can’t see a fucking thing but yeah I’m good” touching his under his eye gingerly “thank you for saving me! My knight in shining armour!” He said going to hug Mike but then he tripped and Mike caught him there faces very close Richie leaned in (not really sure where exactly to aim for) and kissed Mike, he pulled back realising maybe Mike wasn’t into guys out of all the losers he wasn’t really one to talk about that stuff

-but as soon as he pulled away and inch Miked lips instantly came back Richie shocked managed to trip again! And this time took Mike down with him they both laughed and continued to make out on the forest floor, did things happen?yes, yes they did, did it go all the way? yes, yes it did (I will leave it up to you to decided who was bottoming)

-so yeah Mike was richies first time fully being with a guy but of course Eddie was his second! Finally to the relief of all the losers cause the sexual tension was becoming fucking unbearable, they hooked up but not before both confessed their love each other one time when left alone at a party, Richie did also tell Eddie this wasn’t his first time but Eddie didn’t mind it was his first time and he knew Richie could/would take care of him👀

-then we come to the point of a very interesting game of two truths one lie several years later, everyone was out of their heads drunk, Richie and Bev were also stoned as hell and Richie decided this was the perfect time to say a truth of he had basically hooked up with all of the losers without any of the others knowing, his other truth was he was bi (which everyone of course already knew) and the lie that he was once abducted by aliens, so it was pretty clear straight aware it was the truth, Eddie actually found this hilarious completely understanding cause he found most of the losers very attractive as well, everyone else was in complete shock Richie immediately being bombarded with questions, but in the end everyone just ended up laughing about it and Richie was named the hoe of the group

[bishreview]

Track by Track Review - Hottest 100 2020

Wrote this article a little bit ago just for fun. Decided to post it on here with the thought of maybe getting back to the Bish Review. Also, put an asterix next to my votes (songs that made my top 10). Anyway, here we go:

100. Kool - BENEE

One of the many gems from ‘Hey u x’. Unlucky to hear her biggest hit so early on.

99. Itch - Hockey Dad

I thought ‘Brain Candy’ was a little bit of a disappointment, but Itch was one of the strongest tracks they duo have released.

98. Your Man - Joji

Surprised to hear this track in the countdown. Pretty solid tune though

97. Audacity (feat. Headie One) - Stormzy

He’s still one of the best from the UK rap scene and this track shows why.

96. Germaphobe - Hockey Dad

One of the weaker tracks, I thought, off Brain Candy, but not surprised a lot of Hockey Dad fans liked this one. Definitely plays into their audience’s taste.

95. Loose Ends (feat. G Flip) - Illy

I do not like Aussie Hip Pop. This track is not an exception.

94. Rain (feat. Tay Keith) - Aitch and AJ Tracey

The piano in this is very ‘Humble’ - Kendrick Lamar. Still a banger though.

93. Lemonade (feat. Gunna, Don Toliver and NAV) - Internet Money

Bit of a forgettable track. It’s okay, but feels like there’s a lot better like this out there.

92. These Days - Thelma Plum

First cover of the countdown. Still one of the best Hottest 100 number ones, and Thelma does it justice.

91. Charlie - Bugs

Second cover of the countdown. I do like this but I feel it doesn’t reach the same heights as the original.

90. No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

A little expected from Eilish but still a solid Bond song (the second in history to make it).

89. In Her Eyes - The Jungle Giants

I cannot wait for the new Jungle Giants album. They’ve gotten better and better with each release.

88. Heart Attack (feat. lau.ra) - BRONSON*

I fell deeply in love with this song the second I heard it. It just has this quiet yet strong emotion behind it. The production on it is something else as well.

87. Three Leaf Clover - Teenage Joans

A really solid debut single by the Unearthed High winners. Can’t wait to hear more from them. 

86. Laugh Now Cry Now (feat. Lil Durk) - Drake

I still don’t get the hype for Drake. The falsetto “baby” in the chorus also never ceases to make me laugh.

85. Too Tough Terry - Dune Rats

Dunies slow descent from mature stoner pop to edgy tracks for teens has been hard to watch. This song just seems like a parody of the band. 

84. Chicken Tenders - Dominic Fike

Has to be the sexiest song about the best thing in the frozen food section at the supermarket. Pity the album didn’t live up to the hype.

83. Down For You - Cosmo’s Midnight and Ruel

I was really keen for this once I heard about the collaboration between the two. Unfortunately it felt a little too much like a Ruel song and it doesn’t really feel like Cosmo’s Midnight had much of a touch on it.

82. The Clap - The Chats

It’s a bit generic for The Chats but I just like hearing them get more popular. Just hilarious dudes. 

81. Weightless - Spacey Jane

One of the stronger and more unique tracks on Sunlight. The synth touches really suit the band.

80. Freaks - FISHER

Cannot wait for FISHER to just slowly fade away. His tracks all sound the same and are so basic. 

79. my future - Billie Eilish

One of the best tracks Eilish has released. Love how this just turns halfway through from a really soft ballad to a bit of an electro pop song.

78. Lady Marmalade - G Flip

It’s a nice cover. The video of G Flip performing it though is really fun.

77. House Arrest - Sofi Tukker and Gorgon City

This song bangs pretty hard. I like a lot of Sofi Tukker have really been putting out some solid stuff.

76. Baby It’s You - London Grammar

This is a great track, that synth in the chorus is heavenly.

75. Photo ID - Remi Wolf

I do like this song but it reminds me of a track from the 80s or 90s and I can’t put my finger on what that track is.

74. Scream Drive Faster - LAUREL

When I first heard this I thought Ladyhawke was back in the mainstream. Little disappointed it wasn’t, but this slaps.

73. Don’t Need You - Genesis Owusu*

Possibly the best chorus of the year. Owusu has stepped up massively in the Australian Hip Hop scene. 

72. Way Down - Ocean Alley

Ocean Alley have plateaued. ‘Lonely Diamond’ just felt like the band had become comfortable. 

71. Obey - Bring Me The Horizon and YUNGBLUD

I just can’t take BMTH seriously anymore. They’re music has become so comically edgy.

70. Low - Chet Faker

Hey look, Nick Murphy has become Chet Faker again. Don’t know why he changes between the two when one is just slightly more soulful than the other, but he does release nice tunes.

69. Second - Hope D

I do like this female, Aussie version of Jamie T. It’s a really nice track. Also the number 69 is claimed by Hope D. haha.

68. Lie to Me - Vera Blue

I don’t know what it is exactly, but there’s something about Vera which just puts her on a different level than her counterparts. She’s just that consistently good.

67. Boss Bitch - Doja Cat

This track doesn’t get old for me. It’s so much fun, and Doja Cat owns it. Love it.

66. Fantasising - Skegss

This track really does have a very “Three Leaf Clover” vibe. I have enjoyed Skegss in the past but their new stuff hasn’t captured my attention really. Seems a bit run of the mill. 

65. C’MON (feat. Travis Barker) - Amy Shark

I actually don’t mind this song, but why does it feature Travis Barker. It’s a piano ballad featuring a punk drummer, and he really doesn’t do that much. I’m confused, was he jealous of Mark Hoppus?

64. Soak Me In Bleach - The Amity Affliction

The song title reflects my thoughts when I hear that The Amity Affliction have released a new one. There are so many better Aussie metal bands out there.

63. Day & Age - Ball Park Music

BPM have a knack for writing amazing ballads. I wasn’t huge on their latest album, but tracks like this continue me having them in my good books. 

62. Run - Joji

One of the best tracks Joji has released. A really mature song for the artist and a step in the right direction for him. 

61. Pretty Grim - Ruby Fields

Ruby is good, but I feel she’s starting to release the same song over and over. Need something fresh.

60. Go (feat. Juice WRLD) - The Kid LAROI

Probably the strongest track by The Kid LAROI, but Juice WRLD outshines him just due to his vocal tone. He just sounds better.

59. Gimme Love - Joji

And that’s three for Joji. I really like how this song has two distinct sections and both are solid without overshadowing the other. 

58. Fly Away - Tones and I

I still don’t get why Tones and I puts on that fake accent in her songs. It just detracts from what could be a nice pop song.

57. Sobercoaster - Beddy Rays

Really didn’t expect this to get so high. I’m happy though because it’s a really fun song.

56. On The Line - San Cisco

Tracks like this keep me invested in San Cisco. They can really release some brilliant stuff.

55. I Think You’re Great - Alex The Astronaut

The fine line between overly chessy and adorably optimistic is what Alex walks on with every track. I think this falls on the former side sadly. 

54. Blue - Eiffel 65 (Flume Remix)

The fact that Flume puts so much of his identity into this remix is why Flume has been one of the most successful Aussie acts this past decade. 

53. In Your Eyes - The Weeknd

If The Weeknd release ‘Blinding Lights’ a month later I’d believe that he would take out this countdown. He didn’t though and instead we are left with this solid track in the bottom 50.

52. The Glow - DMA’s

Why? Why did DMA’s have to get so poppy and generic. I loved their first two album, but I struggled to get through the third.

51. Your Love (Déjà Vu) - Glass Animals

Out of the three big hits the band had in 2020, this is the most underrated. There is so much going on here, yet it never feels muddled. Wavey Davey on fire here.

50. Nothing To Love About Love - Peking Duk and The Wombats

Although this is a nice song, there’s been so many 80s electro pop throwbacks recently that have been done better that this collab just fades into the background.

49. Wishing Well - Juice WRLD

This song is so beautiful and heart-breaking. Really shows why Juice WRLD became such a beloved artist so quickly.

48. Ain’t It Different (feat. AJ Tracey and Stormzy) - Headie One

This is a really cool collab. They use the Red Hot Chili Peppers sample so well and really flow so well with it that it feels almost effortless.

47. Animals - Architects

I like a lot about this track, but the chorus really hits another level. Feels cathartic to scream along to.

46. Pretty Lady - Tash Sultana

Was hoping Tash would move into a more psychedelic direction with their newer stuff, but this is still a fine track.

45. as long as you care - Ruel

A pretty by the books Ruel song, but he really does this style so well.

44. You & I - G Flip

Probably G Flips strongest release this year. The chorus has a lot of flavour.

43. together - Ziggy Alberts

Generic acoustic track by generic Byron Bay artist. He really took the cake this year for dumbest comparison, when he compared wearing a face mask to the holocaust. Thought he’d suffer a bit for it, but apparently his fanbase grew stronger.

42. WHATS POPPIN - Jack Harlow

Jack Harlow is just so much fun. He’s killing it, and WHATS POPPIN is proof of that. Keep the bangers coming Harlow.

41. I Still Dream About You - The Smith Street Band

I felt I was growing out of The Smith Street Band, their newer music just not resonating to me. Then they drop this and make me a big fan again.

40. Come & Go (with Marshmello) - Juice WRLD

Just that chorus. It is so enjoyable. He really was going places.

39. Righteous - Juice WRLD

A back to back, and from one of the more exciting songs on the album we get to one of the more sombre tracks. Everything from the guitar, the vocals, those synth notes. . . this track is just a perfect send off for the artist. R.I.P. Juice.

38. Parasite Eve - Bring Me The Horizon

This song is so unironically cringe and edgy that it somehow becomes ironically fun. It does the full circle.

37. SO DONE - The Kid LAROI

I do like The Kid LAROI, but his vocals on this, combined with the lyrics, just make him sound like a child chucking a temper tantrum. It does make me laugh though.

36. forget me too (feat. Halsey) - Machine Gun Kelly

If this song was released in the early 00s (where it belongs), it would’ve faded into oblivion. At least Halsey sounds pretty solid on her verse though.

35. Running Red Lights (feat. Rivers Cuomo & Pink Siifu) - The Avalanches*

My personal number one for the year. This song has that melancholic, nostalgic feel to it that just hits home every time. Also one of Cuomo’s strongest vocal performances.

34. Everybody Rise - Amy Shark

This song is fine. I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to it, but it’s fun to sing-a-long to. 

33. Breathe Deeper - Tame Impala

One of the best tracks from The Slow Rush. I love that piano motif throughout, and the bass is so funky. That weird bridge section towards the end is also pretty slick.

32. Criminals - DMA’s

The real criminals are the ones who told DMA’s this was a good idea. I just can’t get around their new stuff. I miss ‘Hill’s End’ and ‘For Now’.

31. Reasons - San Cisco

Tracks like this keep me from becoming a full time fan of San Cisco. They can really release some average stuff.

30. Bagi-la-m Bargan (feat. Fred Leone) - Birdz

Powerful. Birdz really took it to another level here.

29. Dribble - Sycco

Although I find there’s a lot of similar stuff out there, I think Sycco does sound like an original voice in the Australian music scene. She’s killing it.

28. Straightfaced - Spacey Jane

Although there was a lot of good stuff on Spacey Jane’s debut album, I found it to be quite repetitive. This track was one of the ones that I found to fade into the background instead of standing out. 

27. Under the Thunder - Skegss

I really want to like Skegss, they’ve released some great tunes in the past. But this just doesn’t do it for me. It’s just boring. 

26. No Plans To Make Plans - Lime Cordiale

Everything that makes new The Rubens tracks so average is presented here on a Lime Cordiale track. Obnoxiously quirky.

25. Reality Check Please - Lime Cordiale

Hey back to back Lime Cordiale tracks. And another one of their weaker ones. ‘Addicted to the Sunshine’ did this chorus better.

24. Blue World - Mac Miller

Didn’t expect this to make it so high but so well deserved. This song slaps hard but still continues the tragic story that is presented on his posthumous album ‘Circles’.

23. Good News - Mac Miller*

Back to back Mac! To be honest, I am close to tears every time this track plays. If only the lyrics “there's a whole lot more for me waiting/I know maybe I'm too late, I could make it there some other time/Then I'll finally discover/That it ain't that bad” were told to Mac before his passing, because he did have so much more to offer. R.I.P. Mac.

22. Complicated - Eves Karydas

This song is so good. I��ve heard it that many times but it still hasn’t lost its shine. So damn good.

21. Energy - KLP and Stace Cadet

I was really hoping this would crack top 20. Probably the best Dance track of the year. Such a jam.

20. Addicted To The Sunshine - Lime Cordiale

Despite thinking that ‘14 Steps To A Better Living’ didn’t have many new tracks that were that good on it, this one is nice. It’s just a pleasantly nice song.

19. You Should Be Sad - Halsey

I really don’t like Pop Country music but I also find it hilarious that the genre cracked the top 20. ‘09 Taylor Swift would be proud.

18. Tangerine - Glass Animals

With Tik Tok exploding in 2020 I don’t get how this didn’t get adopted by someone on it. It’s so primed to get hyped on it. 

17. Is It True - Tame Impala

I think Kevin Parker’s vocals on this are underwhelming, but that might just be because the instrumental slaps that hard. The rhythm section is so tight.

16. Screw Loose - Lime Cordiale

This sound is what Lime Cordiale do best. We need more dub influence and less elevator pop influence.

15. Skin - Spacey Jane

No matter what you think about Spacey Jane, they sure do make some emotional tracks. One of the most powerful songs on Sunlight.

14. Tombstone - Ocean Alley

The verses are average and pretty bland but the chorus is amazing. Just don’t think the album resonated with me too much, and Tombstone is another mixed track off it.

13. Rockstar - Mallrat

Possibly Mallrat’s best song yet. Her laid back, relaxed style mixed with the low-fi production really meshes well.

12. Get on the Beers (feat. Dan Andrews) - Mashd N Kutcher 

I’m not going to pretend this is my style, but the way this has resonated with Australians during lockdown last year makes the track way smarter than it deserves to be. It’s both ironically and unironically good.

11. On Our Own - Lime Cordiale

I’m happy the three best new tracks of Lime Cordiale’s debut were the highest placing in this countdown. This really is a nice song.

10. Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Not my favourite songs from Billie but she continues to be consistently good. The production on this is immense as well.

9. I’m Good? - Hilltop Hoods

I wish old school Hilltop could hear this so could prevent themselves every going this direction. Aussie Hip Pop is not a good genre. This is one of their worst tracks yet.

8. Sending Me Ur Loving - The Jungle Giants*

This song has so much flavour too it. It’s so funky and fun and the production is so tight. Also the guitar work is underrated here, not doing much but adding that icing on the cake.

7. Hyperfine - G Flip

Every time I hear this track (and I’ve heard it a lot) I completely forget about it a couple minutes later. G Flip is good, but this is forgettable.

6. WAP (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Cardi B

I understand if this isn’t your style, but I love it. I don’t think there’s ever been a song with so many quotable moments. Every line makes a statement that will get in your head. My personal favourite? “ I let him taste it, now he diabetic”.

5. Lost In Yesterday - Tame Impala

There’s a lot of songs on ‘The Slow Rush’ I like, but Lost In Yesterday I’ve always found kinda boring. It feels a little uninspired. Surprised that this was the album’s big hit.

4. Cherub - Ball Park Music*

BPM have released some great music over the decade but I think this is their best yet. It’s beautiful, emotional and has a fantastic, cathartic breakdown at the end. I love a good build up. 

3. The Difference (feat. Toro y Moi) - Flume*

Everything about this track is why Flume has been so great for so long. This track is great for any situation. If I’m partying, I play it. If I’m relaxing, I play it. If I’m getting pumped up, I play it. If I’m sad, I play it. Flexibility matters.

2. Booster Seat - Spacey Jane

OHHH-OH-OHHHHHHHH AND IT FEELS LIKE THAT AGAIN! One of the best sing-a-long tracks of the year, yet massively emotional. Like damn this song is rough.

1. Heat Waves - Glass Animals*

If I had one word to express how I feel about this winning I would say “deserved”. Not many tracks were as perfect for 2020 as this one. Glass Animals love writing absolute bangers with emotional cores and this one is one of their strongest tracks. Glass Animals just continue to outdo themselves.

That’s it for now, gonna maybe start posting again. I dunno. See how I feel. Ta-ta.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Ain’t Sayin’ She’s a Gold Digger: Part 2

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Negan x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: Sugar baby relationship, swearing

Word Count: 3,343

Part 1

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“Well don’t you clean up nice.” Jeffrey said as you stepped out of your apartment building in a black silk Saint Laurent top, red denim shorts, and red to black gradient Louboutin’s with an old, worn suitcase in your each of your hands that were stuffed full of clothes.

“So I think I fucked up.” You huffed as you set the bags down on the stoop and pushed a new pair of sunglasses up on top of your head.

“Oh?” He asked with a small smirk as he leaned back against his car and crossed his arms over his chest. “What did you do?”

“Well… this is only bags number one and two.”

“Oh shit.” He laughed as Dana opened the door and carried out bags three and four out with her. “OK, James will get the rest, girls.”

“There’s only one more.” You huffed as you handed the bags at your feet to his driver. “And it’s one with the dresses… oh!” You gasped and lunged toward suitcase number two, which was probably as old as you were, as it ripped down the zipper and spilled half of your carefully planned and neatly folded outfits onto the stairs. “Damn it.”

“Sweetheart.” Jeff said as he lurched forward and helped you and Dana pick up your things. “Why didn’t you get new bags?”

“I just… I thought about it.” You sighed as you brushed off a dress on the bottom of the pile and set it on the seat of the car so it was out of the way. “But I had already went from a little less than a month of clothes to way over, and it was just getting so expensive, I just figured that my old suitcases would work, and I just had to buy these Louboutin’s because they have just been my wet dream…”

“Alright, well now we have to go and get you suitcases before we leave.” He said with a shake of his head as he searched your eyes. “What else did you skimp out on?”

“I made it through purchasing clothes, and the salon so she was up to my standards.” Dana said as she handed you the last bit of clothing with an evil smile. “But I know her make up’s old, and she probably got it from Walgreens.”

“Dana, shut your face.”

“I see what you mean about this one being a run for my money.” Jeff laughed as he handed his driver all of your folded clothes to put in the trunk with your bags. “Are you trying to be difficult?”

“Oh, I’m not trying…”

“She will always be difficult.” Dana said as she kissed your cheek. “Now go! I have things I want to do…”

“Make sure you shut the blinds this time if you’re gunna go dance naked in the living room some more.”

“Go to hell.” She laughed as she headed up the stairs. “Keep in touch, and you take care of my best girl.”

“Come on, sweetheart. We got some stops to make and I gotta postpone a jet.”

——

“You don’t have to keep apologizing, sweetheart.” Jeff said softly as you sat down next to him on the U-shaped couch on the Regent cruise line’s private jet.

“I feel bad I’m the reason we’re all late.”

“And I think we are right on time.” You smiled at him softly and sighed through your nose as you crossed your legs and put your hand on top of his on your knee. “So tell me about you.”

“It’s… well, it’s a long, long story.”

“Well we have a seven hour flight ahead of us.” You smirked and looked over at him as you turned on the leather toward him a bit more.

“What if I wanna be difficult?”

“Oh, I like difficult.” He chuckled as he glanced up and took two champagne glasses from the stewardess with a small nod.

“OK, well champagne is going to make being difficult, really difficult.” You laughed as you tapped your glass against his. “And I am an double orphan, that was adopted by a single mom who died of cancer, and then raised in group homes and with foster families, so I know how to be difficult.”

“You were an orphan?”

“I was an orphan.” You repeated before taking a big sip of your drink. “Well technically I still am. I was left at a police station when I was a year and a half old by my mom. And I was placed with a foster family while they tried to track her down, but they never did. She’s the lady who taught me how to play piano, my second mom, mama Beth. For the whole first month I was living with her, I didn’t say a word or make a sound, I just stared at her baby grand piano because I’d never seen one before. And eventually, she just picked my ass up, plopped me down on the chair, and taught me everything I know.”

“How long were you with her?” He asked before taking a sip of his own drink. 

“Almost ten years.” You said with the slightest hint of tears in your eyes. “Until she passed away. After that, I went to a few different group homes and other foster families that I hated until I aged out. Went to Juilliard on a scholarship and then became a bartender after that. And now I’m here.”

“And now your here.” He parroted back as he set his drink down in the cup holder on the table in front of you to buckle his seatbelt. “I was a little more fortunate in life.”

“What, not all people own cruise lines and hotels and fly in private jets?” You teased as you fastened your own seatbelt.

“Surprisingly, no.” He laughed as his eyes lit up even more. “Usually people own much bigger companies.”

“Oh, well you are slacking!” You giggled as you let him take your hand and lace his fingers with yours. “You need to step up your game, Jeffrey. Do I need to be the one to make… like a vision board or some shit to you can manifest the new dream?”

“No, we don’t need that.” He said as he slowly brushed his thumb against yours. “You know, you really are a breath of fresh air.”

“I’m not doing anything special.” You nearly whispered as you laid your head down on his shoulder for only a second, before you popped it right back up again. “Oh, there’s a big TV?!”

“There’s a bed in the back, too.” Your head whipped over toward him and your jaw dropped in shock.

“Shut up.”

“I use this plane for VIP guests that go on our more expensive cruises overseas, or VIPs that visit our hotels and want a more personal experience with our company. I’ve tried to do everything I can to make everyone’s vacation as memorable as can be.”

“Is it just VIPs that use this… oh!” You squeaked as you squeezed his hand a little tighter as the plane picked up speed and shot across the runway.

“It goes quick.” He whispered in your ear as he put his other hand on your knee. “First time flying?” You nodded your head and took a deep breath, before forcing a smile on your face.

“OK, it’s not that bad.”

“You get used to it.” He chuckled. “And usually it is only VIPs that use this. It’s a pretty penny to fuel and staff this thing…”

“Would you should consider doing a raffle every year?” You asked before you finished your champagne as the plane leveled out at your flying altitude. He looked at you questioningly at the interruption and you shrugged and set your glass down in the cup holder beside his. “Sorry. You just said that you want to make people’s experiences memorable. As someone that grew up without, who has never been on a vacation before in my life, let alone going overseas, this is a pretty amazing experience. One that I will always remember. Now imagine giving that same feeling to a couple of love sick newlyweds going on their honeymoon, or the kids of a single mother who worked three jobs after she divorced her husband to give her kids something joyful in their dark life like my friend’s mom did in middle school.” You shrugged and gave him a tight lipped smile. “I don’t know, it’s just a thought.”

“It’s actually a very good thought.” He said with a smile as he took his hand off your knee to reach up and push a piece of hair back behind your ear. He searched your eyes for a moment and shook his head. “Fuck, Dana was right about you. You really are something special.”

“Honestly, I’m just being me. I told you, I don’t know how to be your typical Baby. So you’re gonna get me just the way I am.”

“And that’s what I need right now.” He reassured as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “I need something real. Something that isn’t putting on a mask to be what they think I want. I may hate her, but I miss my wife because she was the only person who treated me like a person and not a bank account. And I can already tell that you’re the same kinda person.”

“I mean, I won’t lie to you…” You admitted as you leaned into his touch. “The money is nice. But it’s certainly not everything. Even in the short amount of time we’ve spent together, I can tell you’re a great guy. And I’m glad I can be the one to get to know you. So I guess we can both be grateful that I met Dana.”

“How did you meet Dana anyways?”

“Well I can be grateful I got kicked out of Juilliard for that. I lost my place to live and didn’t have any money. She happened to be on a run past Juilliard as I was tossing trash bags of my shit out of the dorm, and I knocked her ass over with a bag of shoes.”

“Oh, Jesus.” He laughed as he nodded at his stewardess and sat up a little bit to snack on the extravagant charcuterie board that was set on the table in front of you.

“She obviously forgave me.” You laughed as you nodded your head at the stewardess when she held up the bottle of champagne. “And she gave me a couch to sleep on until I could get a job and get my shit together. And the rest is history.”

“Well here’s to history.” Jeff said with a smile as he held up his full glass. “And to making friends.”

“And to perfectly timed moments in time.” You added as you tapped your glass against his.

“I can definitely drink to that, sweetheart.”

——

“Ummm… how old is that phone?” Jeff asked with a laugh as he watched you take photos of London out the town car window with an iPhone 6 that had a giant crack across the screen but still worked just fine.

“As old as you are.” You teased with a glance over your shoulder before looking back out the window at the landmarks wizzing by on your way to one of Jeff’s hotels for the night before the cruise. “So about as old as the dinosaurs.” He laughed behind you as he sat forward in his spot. 

“Find an Apple store…”

“No.” You said quickly as you shook your head and turned back toward him. “No, that’s alright.”

“Just find us an Apple store.” Jeff repeated with a shake of his head as he looked back down at his phone and the dozen or so emails he had gotten when you were in the air.

“You’re being ridiculous.” You huffed as you turned away from him for a moment.

“No, you trying to take good photos on an old broken phone on your first international trip ever is ridiculous.” You looked over at his smirk and narrowed your eyes as he glanced over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “You are ridiculous, sweetheart.”

“Why?” His smirk turned into a full smile as he turned off his screen and turned toward you casually.

“I like to take care of people.” He started as he rested his arm on the back of the seat and picked up a strand of your hair to twirl around his finger. “It’s the way I was raised. When I was young, my mom used to make me work with her at a thrift store her woman’s club ran couple times a week. It was the biggest pain in the ass in my opinion because I would have much rather been out playing with my friends. But one day, one of those friends lost their house to a fire. And they needed help. And so the stuff I had been organizing just the day before became everything to my friend. It was maybe a half dozen t-shirts and maybe as many pairs of shorts, but that was all he had. And it made me wanna do more. But as a kid there was only so much I could do. So from that day forward, I did everything I could to help people in ways they couldn’t do themselves.”

“So that’s why you went into hospitality?”

“Part of the reason. The other part was the money. And when I met and married Hillarie, I had someone I could take care of, so my philanthropy kinda fell to the way side… but after she left, I just…”

“You’re just missing something.” You interjected with a smile as you pat his thigh gently. “I get it. This kinda makes a lot more sense now, you and me… Oh, Tiffany!” You said as you pointed out the window behind him at the building you had just drove past. “That place always has the cutest things. I can never stop myself from browsing… Sorry, that was rude…”

“You can just stop here.” Jeff said as he gestured to an open parking spot. “I do think a nice Tiffany necklace would look great with this outfit of yours before we find you a decent international phone for the month we’re here.”

“OK, let the record show that I’m not a fan of being spoiled like this.” You said as you got out of the car behind him with a giant smile. “But at the same time, the broke girl that spends way to much money on fashion magazines is dying.”

“Listen to that second voice.” He laughed as he put his hand on the small of your back and pulled the door to the designer department store named Selfridges open for you. “Spend the money.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“This ship is absolutely breath taking.” You sighed as you walked with Jeffrey so he could double check all of the work that was put into the ship before its maiden voyage. “Every single detail is… it’s just beyond words.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Jeff said with a smile as he brushed his thumb across your back. “I wanted to make sure, even though it looks very similar to one of the line’s other ships, that it would still be an unrivaled experience for the guests.”

“Well I think you got it spot on.” You leaned into his side and looked up at him with a playful smile. “You know you’re gunna have to play bocce with me.”

“I will play bocce with you.” He agrees as he lead you into a lounge you hadn’t seen yet because you had been distracted by the culinary arts kitchen and picking one of the classes to take so Jeff knew it was a worth wile experience to have. “But you have to play for me first.”

“Oh, my God.” You gasped as you walked over to the gorgeous grand piano in the middle of the room. “This is a Steinway.”

“I take it that’s a good thing?” He asked as he opened the keys cover for you and gestured to the bench.

“You have no idea. We had one of these at Juilliard for showcases, but I never…” You shook your head as you gingerly danced your fingers across a few keys and slowly sat down on the bench. “Oh, it’s so beautiful.”

“So you want me to play bocce with you or what?” He asked as he nodded at one of the bartenders who were preparing the bar for when the boarding process began in a less than an hour. With a smile, you nodded your head, turned your attention to the black and white keys, and started playing ‘Clair de Lune’ by Debussy. 

Just like you had the very first time you played a note, you were instantly lost in the sound. It took you away to another place, where everything was much simpler and black and white. It was like a cloud lifted you off the bench and took you a million miles away, cradling you and lightening the dark parts of your orphaned soul that had been marred by the system that failed so many children before and after you, and a society that mostly fended for themselves. The piano spoke in ways you knew you would ever be able to, expressing itself much more fluently than you even believed possible.

As he leaned on the bar and sipped on his scotch, Jeff felt something he had never felt with a Sugar Baby before. A desire that he had assumed had all but disappeared when he caught Hillarie with another man. Part of him wanted to snuff it out as fear overwhelmed him, but the other part, the much bigger part, wanted you more than he had even wanted Hillarie. You had a fire in you that he could already feel warmed the darkest reaches of his soul, and a mischievousness to you that made him want to get in a little trouble just for the fun of it. He loved how easy it was to talk to you, and how you checked all of your inhibitions at the door, which made him wish he was able to do the same thing.

‘No one would want to be with some… old man like you.’ Even six years later, Hillarie’s words still cut like a knife straight through the heart, reminding him exactly why dating Sugar Baby’s was the best thing for him. It had been the same script that played through his head whenever he had moments like this. Moments where he thought he’d be able to move on in life and find someone that could stand spending any length of time with him for any reason other than his money. Which is the exact reason why using his money to pay for company that otherwise wouldn’t want to be with him anyways was the only way to go at his age. He startled the slightest bit when the bartenders beside him clapped when you finished your song, the sound pushing his thoughts away for the time being, and he joined them as well as you turned on the bench and blushed.

“Oh, stop.” You laughed as you slipped your shoes back on and stood up. “That’s an easy one.”

“Well, I’m so glad I thought long ago that it would be a good idea to put a piano in the suite we’re in too.” Jeff said as he set his glass down and stuck out his hand for yours.

“Can we just go see it?” You asked with a smile as you let go of his hand to lace your arm with his. “For like one song length of time. And then maybe go down to the pool to people watch for a while before dinner?” He smiled and nodded his head as he led you to the elevators to go up to the fourteenth deck.

“That sounds like an absolutely fucking perfect idea, sweetheart.”

Part 3

[puttingfingerstokeys]

and we danced

I’ve had this one sitting around for a bazillion years. Sequel to Faraday Cage, though I think I started this one first. Oh well, that’s been happening a lot.

Faraday Cage

prevented timeline 

Sunset in Beverly Hills was a time of peaceful winding down for some—very few, of course, but some—and for Johnny Cage in particular, it was a time to sit on his patio, crack a beer, and play with the new turntable Cassie had gotten him to replace the one that had been lost in the move. A few boxes of records stood about like milling party guests and he was going through them, deciding what to listen to first. There were albums of many genres, and not all of them were his. He held a Doors album that had belonged to his late ex-wife, Sonya Blade, and gripped his beer a little harder than was perhaps necessary.

 The sun sank lower, casting red-orange hues over the expanse of his home and yard, staining everything a rust color while the sky ran through shades of pink, lavender and, to the east, blue, Stygian and star-dotted, though only for the moment. As night’s blanket fell, the lights of the city—the brazen neon refusing to relinquish its hold upon the evening—would drown out those points of light, irreverently casting them aside as if they were shards of glass, rather than precious diamonds. A lot of life’s like that, Johnny considered, choosing a record and placing it gently upon the turntable, lowering the needle with relish.

 An almost muffled crack of thunder—how a lightning bolt could be muffled would forever remain a mystery to the aging actor—resounded across the yard just as night took hold and his hanging “fairy” lights came on, activated by the lack of ambient illumination. He looked up to see the protector of Earthrealm, Raiden, striding across the expanse of grass which marked his yard. He was glad his fences were high and his neighbors were, in all likelihood, out on the town.

 “Whoa Raiden—somethin’ wrong?” He was immediately alarmed and set his beer aside to stand and face the deity. In his defense, Raiden walked everywhere with purpose, as if something urgent was happening someplace and it required his attention. Johnny chalked it up to being a god, though perhaps it was simply Raiden’s personality. Some people had a hard time differentiating between Raiden’s duty and personality; they so often coincided that even the god himself seemed helpless in the face of that gap—if indeed gap there was. But Johnny knew better. The gulf was spanned with firm ties, but there was a divide. 

 “No, Johnny Cage,” said the god of thunder with relief in his voice. “I am sorry to have alarmed you.”

 “I wasn’t alarmed—just… y’know…” Johnny sat back down before realizing he should offer a chair. He stood once more and gestured to his.

 “You were,” the god corrected, “because you rarely refer to me in that way unless you are alarmed.”

 Johnny felt himself go red to the ears as Raiden took the offered seat and he retrieved another from the garden shed which was positioned off to one side of the patio. A push mower and a few lawn grooming implements were also placed therein, but for the time being, he was only interested in a chair. Grasping it with one hand, he lifted it and closed the doors behind himself, returning to the record player, the records, and the literal deity who had settled in his seat.

 “Should’ve known,” Johnny amended, setting his own on the other side of the player so he could still manipulate it. “I mean you’re… not in armor, so I guess shit can’t be that bad.”

 “An astute observation,” responded Raiden, regarding the machine, speakers, and vinyl disks. He touched none of these, knowing that even his presence could upset electronics, but wondering after their purpose. He was certain that the machine itself would be adversely affected by his lightning, even if the discs were not. Raiden was not ignorant of mortal machines or customs, just too busy to become intimately acquainted therewith. No one seemed to hold it against him.

 Rather, they found it endearing. This, for some reason, did not upset him. It delighted the god of thunder to know people found him… approachable. Long ago, he had relinquished the cloak of aloofness, finding mortals and their lives to be far too fascinating and precious to loftily hold himself above them. The irony is in my tardiness; Fujin understood eons ago what it has taken me much longer to learn. I am a fool.

 “So why are you here?” Johnny’s words fled his tongue before he could restrain them and he blushed once more as he reached for the beer he had discarded. “Sorry—not what I meant. What’s… uh… Up?”

 “A desire to commune with a friend,” said Raiden simply but in his usual elaborate fashion that made Johnny wonder if he should also be speaking that way—it was like feeling underdressed at a gala or five-star restaurant, but with words. “I would have called,” Raiden added after a moment, “but…” His hands rose, palms skyward to indicate that he had no means by which to contact Johnny—e.g. no cellphone. Magic amulets, of course, were plentiful if one knew where to look, but there was no need to saddle Johnny Cage with such an implement when he could simply touch down in the man’s back yard and speak with him personally.

 For Johnny’s part, the thought of Raiden texting sent a hysterical thrill through his body and he restrained the urge to laugh aloud. He made a mental note to say something to Cassie later, but for now, it was more important to focus on the fact that Raiden had come back after that weird afternoon a few weeks ago—or had it been months—when he had kissed him! 

 Johnny had been sure that would be the last he would see of the god of thunder, though he had hoped this would not be the case, and he had resigned himself to only hearing peripherally from the guy when Earthrealm was in peril. He had even gone through the “is he avoiding me” phase before the resignation had set in. It was almost thrilling to feel so young and stupid again. Next to him, I guess I am young and stupid.

 “Well, I’m havin’ a beer and listening to old records—and I’m all outta beer. Lemme put this sucker on.” He did just that, gently laying a record on the turntable and placing the needle, standing with what he felt was a thunderous crack of his knees and then straightened. “You want one?”

 “My body is a temple, Johnny Cage; I do not imbibe.”

 “Could be an amusement park, Sparky,” came the reply, but as he had never forced his alcoholic preferences on Liu Kang or any of his other White Lotus or Wu-Shi friends, he did not press and headed inside to grab a second beer and maybe breathe a little. In the background of his retreat, Jim Morrison’s voice filtered through the air and filled his back yard.

 Johnny’s fingers closed on the handle of his refrigerator door and he pulled it open, feeling nothing other than casual affection toward the strange being on his porch. As he reached toward the next beer, however, his mind began racing along, out of control. It felt as if casual affection was morphing. He needed the alcohol and the comfortable haze it promised. 

 His hand closed about the chilly bottle and he stood, regarding the singular illumination provided by his refrigerator and realized that he’d forgotten to turn any lights on. Sunset had come and gone and here he was, standing in his dark kitchen with the god of thunder relaxing on his patio and listening to the Doors. His heart began to pound and he fumbled with the bottle opener magnet. Casual affection was, indeed, quickly giving way to something which scared him.

 When he finally managed to free his bottle of its troublesome top and return to the door, intent on gaining the patio without fumbling anything, Raiden had once more removed his hat and cap and was running his fingers through his hair. Johnny wasn’t sure the guy knew he was standing there, hand poised just above the handle of his slider, watching that silvery-white stuff flow and wave, catching the warm illumination of his yard lights. Once more, he was assailed by the desire to see it spread out upon a pillow beneath him. 

 Johnny shook his head to clear that thought, swallowed hard and tugged the door open. Raiden straightened and shifted, softly glowing eyes turning toward his host. In the back of his mind, the actor wondered if Raiden could read minds. He had never asked, but he certainly hoped this was not the case. 

 “I apologize for arriving unannounced,” Raiden said, inclining his head. His hands had dropped from his hair and were poised almost demurely in his lap. Johnny shrugged and remembered that he was supposed to walk out and join Raiden on the patio, rather than standing in the doorway, frozen by the man’s divine beauty. 

 Fortunately, the possessor of the divine beauty in question did not seem to notice and as Johnny uprooted himself, he turned, politely, and resumed his relaxed position on the seat. Johnny could not help noticing, with offhanded curiosity, that the seat didn’t sink much with the god’s weight as it did with his own. Weird.

 “It’s fine,” Johnny assured him, raising a hand. “Really. It was just gunna be me and this record player.” He reached over and turned the volume dial down so they could converse without difficulty. Raiden’s voice, he had noticed, was firm, but gentle—except when he was pissed. The commanding tone doubled his voice, amplifying it to the point where it seemed to come from everywhere and rattled in Johnny’s ribcage and skull. He was glad this was not the voice he was hearing. “I’m glad you’re here, actually.”

 Once more, Johnny’s words were getting ahead of his brain and, as usual, he could not retract what had been said. It wasn’t a lie, of course, or an exaggeration, but some things were best left unsaid. He lifted the beer to his lips defensively, but the statement was already out there, hovering in the air between them.

 Raiden watched him with a Mona Lisa expression, almost half of a smile, certainly relaxed, and knowing, as ever. Johnny prayed he would not ask why the mortal was glad to see him. He did not have the energy for that explanation, short though it should have been. Just tell him you wanted to see him again because you’ve got a thing for him, simple as that. Liu was right. Better to get it out in one go and see what happens. Worst he can do is vaporize me.

 Johnny decided that was an unkind thought and busied himself digging through his records; better to do that than prolonging the awkwardness of the utter lack of conversation. Fortunately, Johnny was the only one feeling awkward, as Raiden seemed content with the musical quietude and had settled back in the provided chair, inscrutable eyes focused on nothing in particular, and then falling on Johnny’s back as he crouched near a box, having himself a trip through memory lane. A warm wind began to pick up, coming off the ocean and bringing with it the smell of salt.

 “That you, big guy?” Johnny, as usual, broke the silence. Raiden shook his head.

 “No,” he responded. “I am the god of thunder, Johnny Cage, not wind.”

 There was humor in his tone and a levity that Johnny had come to appreciate, even to crave. It was so rare, even now, when everything seemed to be at peace. Shifting from his crouched position to one of kneeling, Johnny clutched a record in one hand and reached for the turntable with the other. Raiden could not see what was on the cover, but even if he could, it would be insignificant. In all his time and travels, he had rarely taken the opportunity to sit and absorb the music of Earthrealm—or any other realm, for that matter.

 “Raiden I—”

 “Johnny Cage—”

 Both men paused as they began simultaneously and then that strange, utterly human embarrassment settled over them like the blanket of night which had tucked itself in for the evening. Johnny turned to face Raiden, still half-crouched. The god of thunder was sitting forward, elbows on his knees, glowing eyes meeting Johnny’s without reservation. There was something in those eyes; right then they were not as inscrutable as they had been in the past. Or maybe I’m just getting better at reading him, Johnny thought, unsure if he was comfortable with this.

 “Please,” ushered Raiden finally, extending a hand toward his mortal companion. Johnny shook his head.

 “Age before beauty,” he insisted, attempting to introduce humor to a situation in which it may not have been appropriate, a very on-brand move for him. His heart was seizing and then hammering and then fluttering, as if there was some kind of small bird within, fighting desperately to escape. Johnny was not even clear within himself just what it was he wanted Raiden to say, or what he himself was attempting to express. He had been content simply allowing his mouth to run away with him, to see where it would take this situation. Now, faced with the reality of what a runaway tongue might cause, he was terrified. To busy his hands, he gingerly switched records as Raiden conceded. 

 “Very well, although I have heard on the breeze that some mortals find me to be… exquisite.” This, too, seemed to be an introduction of humor, so Johnny didn’t feel as silly as he might have done otherwise. Raiden sat back, looking almost impish, and certainly amused.

 “Fujin promised he wouldn’t tell!” Johnny’s tone was jesting, but his heart continued its staccato tattoo. He had not, in fact, spoken with Fujin in quite some time—like Raiden, the man was busy. If he had, it certainly wouldn’t be to confess some kind of high school crush on a celestial being’s equally divine brother. Twins, he reminded himself, they’re twins—Thunder Cat told Cassie and me recently. Weird. 

 They were night and day, Fujin and Raiden, but Johnny assumed that twins among gods did not operate the same as mortal twins. Or perhaps they did and he simply had no firsthand knowledge. The only twins he had ever encountered were a pair of actresses in one of his films—notably not the Ninja Mime franchise. The music began, but it was secondary to the melody of Raiden’s voice as he spoke.

 “He did not have to,” said Raiden, his tone warm, almost inviting—or maybe that invitation was a misinterpretation of Johnny’s fevered mind as he tried to lose himself in a swig of beer and an ‘80s power ballad whose title was lost in the cyan pools of Raiden’s eyes. “I know it is not an appropriate custom,” he continued, “to leave someone for long periods of time with no contact, but the nature of my—of what I am—dictates that I must. Forgive me for that, if you can.”

 “Anything,” Johnny breathed. He realized that he had not yet been able to return to his seat, so enraptured was he in Raiden’s gaze. The soft, warm illumination of his backyard lighting fell upon Raiden’s statuesque face and, rather than making him look ghoulish as it might do to just about anyone else, he became an older Adonis, still painfully handsome—beautiful, even—but no longer pretty in that fleeing way of youth. His face lacked the innocence of a younger man and Johnny realized he had come to appreciate this, craved it too, along with much else.

 “Your kindness does you great credit, Johnny Cage,” Raiden said.

 It ain’t kindness. This is so far beyond that, Johnny thought, his mind losing itself in that strange warm haze of beer, good music, and good company. Without thinking, Johnny shifted once more, moving closer to the god of thunder and reaching out toward him, laying a hand upon his knee. There was a low buzz when he did that, not a sound, but a feeling under his palm and fingers, dancing up his arm. He squeezed, feeling his heart clambering in his throat and wondering if Raiden’s was doing the same—or if he even had a heart. What operated within the body of a being like him? 

 Was it all clockwork, or maybe ethereal light? He had seen Raiden bleed and the blood was red, but when it caught the light, it was clearly shot through with veins of gold, unless his eyes deceived him all those years ago. When it hit the ground, it clattered as if solid. He did not understand this, but all the times he witnessed this, Johnny had been more than a little preoccupied. Gods were not supposed to bleed; it was anathema to their nature. Yet Raiden and Fujin could bleed and, more than that, they chose to bleed for the peace and safety of Earthrealm.

 “You don’t have to say anything,” Johnny advised, speaking low, loud enough to be heard, but not to drown out the music. He was responding to a look on Raiden’s face that suggested he was searching for words. His smile was more tentative now, leaning in the direction of the Mona Lisa, inscrutable and ethereal. He clearly wanted to relax, to allow whatever was happening within him simply to happen. The mortal could almost see the fight in his eyes. It broke Johnny’s heart and he wanted, all of a sudden and more than anything in every realm, to help Raiden move past whatever was slowing him down, whatever strange barrier stood between the god of thunder and his happiness, his own desires. 

 The deity had no trouble being decisive, even vicious, and dropping one whopper of a hammer when the need arose, but that need was never his own; always, it was someone else’s burden, though he would remind Johnny Cage that it was a responsibility he had chosen and for which he would fight to the death—maybe beyond. This scared the actor, sometimes. He didn’t know if he had ever, or COULD ever, dedicate himself to something with such vehemence. Had he expressed this aloud, Raiden might simply have pointed out his daughter, Cassandra Cage. 

 “I do,” rumbled the god of thunder. “My silence has done damage in the past.”

 “Everyone’s has,” Johnny reminded him, moving so he was crouching before Raiden, both hands comfortably on the man’s knees. His connection with the ground seemed to be strong enough that the current was running harmlessly through him. Raiden’s corona of electricity was not arcing or dancing about, seeking to harm him. It simply flowed, rather like water, from the eternal battery that was the thunder god, into Johnny Cage, and down through the earth. Whence beyond that was anyone’s guess. “But this isn’t silence, is it?”

 Raiden reflected that it was not, in fact, silent in that yard. There was music, and there was the two of them, and they were capable of conversation, of healthy discussion, and of much else. He moved with a deliberate purpose that froze Johnny momentarily, both hands finding either side of the actor’s head, a motion he had seen turn healthy muscle, bone, and gray matter into so much electrified pulp. 

 Rather than lightning from Raiden’s fingers, however, he felt the soft press of lips on his own, not urgent, but hardly tentative. This, he realized, was a version of Raiden who knew what he wanted, even if part of him was still unsure he should want it. Johnny would like to flatter himself—it really would be hubris at that point—and think that Raiden had spent all that time away thinking about him, about how to do this. If no one disabused him of that little flight of fancy, he would gladly go on pretending it to be the case. 

 To that end, Johnny returned the gesture, pressing into it and forcing Raiden back into the comfortable seat. The beer spilled somewhere in the grass and its memory was lost in the haze of heat the actor had found between the two unlikely beings—and between Raiden’s thighs. 

 Johnny’s hands were now gripping these, firm and powerful, through the strange material of his pants. He had in the past made a mental note to ask Raiden of what his clothing was made, if it could be manufactured for himself and the SF “kids” (when you were old, everyone was a kid). Right now, that thought was not even in the same galaxy as the rest of his mind. Right now, he only felt that heat; he was a being of pure sensation and would be more than happy to drown in it.

 Slowly, gently, his hands slid upward. His thumbs soon found Raiden's hips through the fabric of what Johnny considered his "habit". His grip tightened briefly, testing the waters. The music hummed on, but Johnny heard nothing. His focus was solely on Raiden, whose grip had shifted to the front of his shirt, grasping the lapels of Johnny's button-down. He seemed content to keep the Hollywood superstar as close as he possibly could. Johnny's hands traced the curve of Raiden's waistline which, though offset by leather and cloth, was pleasantly molded, almost perfectly to Johnny’s grip, like the narrow portion of an hourglass. 

 He heard himself moaning quietly into the kiss while the epiphany of his attraction to the thunder god’s shape washed over him like an ocean wave. His heart's rhythm had regulated itself and was thudding along steadily, if a bit strongly. Blood was rushing to all parts of him and he felt himself break out in a sudden sweat. Maybe he's frying me and doesn't realize it; isn't this what radiation poisoning feels like? He had to remind himself that Raiden was not, in fact, radioactive. 

 “Dance with me,” Johnny heard himself say suddenly, breaking the kiss with plenty of surprise, but no reluctance at all, eager to share this next, utterly unforeseen desire. Raiden, too, seemed more than a little astonished, glowing eyes widening momentarily, before softening. In fact, his entire countenance softened, assuming the look of something more accessible than merely a benevolent deity which, Johnny reflected, he was. He’s seen some rough shit, thought the actor as he stood, hearing his knees crack once more as he did so, pulling Raiden with him. So have I. Now I want some peace and quiet.

 Raiden stood willingly, unsure of what was next. It was a refreshing feeling. In all the eons of his life, he had rarely felt unsure of something and also been very comfortable with it. Lack of information had often led him to make poor decisions. This was not one of those situations, however. He was not really making any decisions, save to follow Johnny’s steps as the mortal pulled him close, wrapping one arm about his waist and taking his other hand.

 Johnny was surprised, as he had been when noticing the lack of weight upon the chair, at how easy it was to heft the god of thunder, so to speak. He was not picking the man up, yet, but even the act of moving him from a seated to a standing position was utterly without strain. It felt natural to draw Raiden to himself, pressing their bodies tightly together, all potential awkwardness draining away in the notes of the song coming from the speakers attached to the turntable. 

 When he held out his hand to receive Raiden’s, the god of thunder offered it with no hesitation or complaint. When Johnny pulled him close, he did not protest. When they began to move to the ebb and flow of the music, it was very much as if they were made for this. When the mortal manipulated the deity’s movements and body into a deep dip, he felt Raiden bend and ride along with the motion. 

 When he kissed the god of thunder, both men held tightly to the lifeline the other had become.

[chowtrolls]

(See You At Your) Funeral

Length: 1905 Words TW: Alcohol Ment at the beginning, but never again. Otherwise, none.  Brief: Leuken and Miykie/Maldov talk to Magnus after he ditches Romune. Credits: Leuken is @/the-lime-gangs Here’s the song I listened to while writing this!

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After leaving Romune’s hive, Magnus couldn’t bear to face his squadron. Not just yet. He decided to hunker down in a grimy hotel until the next night. He had expected to get terribly drunk on cheap hotel alcohol, but all he ended up doing was lie on the gritty bed and stare at the ceiling. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He did remember his alarm going off bright and early, as it always had for work. With a groan, he sat up to face the music. 

The dock where the ship rested was bustling with trolls. Magnus didn’t look at any of them. He had learned a long time ago to simply mind his own when he walked. While his head was held high, his gaze was on the floor in front of him. He didn’t stop when familiar trolls said his name in greeting. He stepped onto the ship, the same ship he had been on ever since joining the Fleet, and made his way directly for his office. 

Yvatte, one of the younger rusts on the squadron, attempted to say hello as Magnus walked past. When he was subsequently ignored, he turned to Zakrai with a puzzled expression. The older bronze patted his shoulder and shook his head. 

Magnus threw open the door to his office. Maldov, who was seated in Magnus’ desk chair, jumped as the door slammed. Leuken, who leaned back in his chair, simply glowered. Magnus looked down at the two rusts and found himself growing angry. First off, how dare Maldov sit in his chair. And how dare Leuken look at him with such a sour expression. Bastards. 

Magnus pointed towards the open door. "Get off the ship. Go hive. I have work to do."

Leuken didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes at the taller purple and leaned forward slightly, "Naw. Somethin's up, Magnus. You never fuckin' slam that door. What the fuck'd'y'do?" Leuken’s expression softened slightly. He leaned back in his seat as Magnus was silent, "I ain' acting as your little soldier right now. I'm actin as your friend. A son."

This just upset Magnus further. Leuken was nothing more than a soldier, he had no right to act as a friend. Magnus didn’t have friends. This was the Fleet, dammit, if you have friends then they’re destined to die. Or get blown up and go AWOL until your squadron so rudely pushes you to reunite. Oops. Magnus stood up straight and folded his arms over his chest. He made himself appear taller and bigger, it was an age old intimidation tactic he had learned when he was younger. Finally came to good use. 

"That's none of your business. You are not my friend, you're part of my squadron, and right now you're on leave. I repeat, Petty Officer." 

"Really? You're going to puff up at me?" Leuken scoffed in disbelief. 

Maldov anxiously reached across the desk and lightly tugged on Leuken’s sleeve. He muttered something too soft for Magnus to hear. Leuken disregards this entirely. With horror growing on his face, Maldov watches Leuken stand up and up to Magnus. Leuken was only a few inches shorter than the purple but the way Magnus looked down at him made Maldov worried. There were practically flames in his gaze. 

There were literal flames at Leuken’s fingertips. Keeping his fire psionics contained proved to be difficult when he was angry. 

"I'm not scared of you like the others are. You're clearly fucking angry over something, and you need to calm the hell down. Did you fucking ditch him? Did you Magnus?" Leuken’s voice raised in pitch as he grew angrier. While he cared about his sergeant, he couldn’t believe what he had done. Silence settled around them, only proving what Leuken said to be true. As Leuken spoke, the yellows in Magnus’ eyes turned orange.He lifted his chin to further accentuate his height. Maldov nervously looked down at the desk. There were only a few pens; nothing that could stop the sergeant from hurting Leuken. 

"What I did is none of your concern. Are you defying orders, Leuken?" Magnus tilted his head slightly, raising a brow. He didn’t use Leuken’s official title, giving the rust a chance to back down before he wrote him up. But even as he stood there, glaring down at the rust, Magnus knew Leuken was right to be angry. A seed of doubt had rooted in his chest and was starting to grow. 

"You ditched him, and you denying it is all I need to know. Whatever Magnus. Throw your chance away. You have a choice this time on whether to leave him or not." Leuken hesitated for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then he left the office, brushing past Magnus. As he walked by, his psionics singed the corner of Magnus’ uniform.

Before Leuken was completely gone, Magnus finally broke. He could feel what little confidence he had deflate as quickly as a balloon. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” He felt like a wriggler for saying that. How could Leuken understand? He didn’t abandon his mate. Magnus’ eyes settled on Maldov, who was still sitting in his chair. Bastard, sitting in HIS chair. Who did he think he was? 

Leuken stopped in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder, calmer now, "He remembers you, Magnus. I saw it when I showed him that picture of you.” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Magnus was silent and refused to look at him. "I think I would. I thought Miykie was dead for sweeps. I'm returning the favor, Magpie. Take the chance." With that, Leuken finally left. He returned to the bunkers. The rest of the squadron knew better than to question him on what just happened. 

Maldov looked up at Magnus. He had two options: run away to Leuken like a scared wriggler or fix this disaster. Magnus narrowed his eyes as Maldov leaned back in the desk chair. He folded his hands behind his head, kicked his feet up on the desk and raised a brow. Magnus hesitated for a moment before closing the door to the office. Part of him wanted to beat the absolute shit out of Maldov. But instead, he took a seat in one of the smaller chairs in front of the desk. He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. 

“I fucked up, Molly.” 

“Aye, boss.” 

“How do I fix this?” Magnus looked up slightly, dragging his hands down his face. When he looked at Maldov, the rust just shrugged. 

“...’how do y’ think y’ fix it, aye?” 

Magnus glowered at Maldov. The desire to smack him came back. “You’re no fuckin’ help.” 

“Tsk tsk, I’m more help than y’think. Y’know how yer gunna fix it. Lu be damned. So, Boss, I repeat, ‘ow you gunna fix this?” Maldov watched Magnus closely. 

“I can’t be with him Molly. He deserves better than that. He deserves someone who’s gunna look for him if he goes missin’. Someone who’d be there. I’m stuck on a ship constantly. I only got approved t’ come back on planet to check on Officer Leuken.”

“So don’t be wit him. But be there fer ‘im. Besides, didja even give it a shot?” Maldov laughed softly, bitterly, “You didn’ come in ‘ere lookin’ like you jus spent the day with the love of yer life.” 

Magnus was silent. 

Maldov sat up, putting his feet back flat on the ground. He leaned against the desk and folded his hands together. 

“Magnus, ‘ere’s what yer gunna do. Aye? Y’ listenin’?” Maldov waited for Magnus to nod, “Okay, good. Yer gunna go back to that blasted blueblood. ‘N yer gunna apologize. Not some shitty ‘sorry aye ditched ye’ sorta shit, nay, yer gunna be genuine wit that man. Now I know Rom, ‘e’s a nice fellow. So if ‘e’ll ‘ave ya, yer gunna stick wit him. Give it a shot.” 

“And what if it doesn’t work? What if the guilt is too much to bear?” Magnus’ voice was soft. 

“Then you leave.” Maldov nodded. He was silent afterwards. That was it. The end of the Molly pep-talk. Magnus waited a moment to let Molly’s words really settle. Then he nodded and stood up slowly. He felt his knees crack as he stood. Disgusting. He stared at Maldov for a moment longer, the rust looking back at him expectedly. His eyes said it all. 

Magnus turned and left, leaving the door to the office open. He headed straight for the bunkers. Leuken laid on his bunk, back to the door. Magnus crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. He cleared his throat. Leuken sat up slowly and turned to him. 

"Well? You going to give up on it?" Leuken raised a brow as he spoke. 

Magnus raised a brow as well. He had to tell himself to not scold Leuken for being so rude, it wasn’t the time. After a moment, he finally spoke,  "Stay here for a few more days. But don't let the squad sit and do nothing. Offer to organize the weapons bunker. That should keep y'all entertained- and on Deadbite's good side- until I get back."

"...alright." Leuken stood slowly and paused to stretch. He walked up to Magnus with a mischievous grin, "Don't ever puff up to me again. You look stupid, Magpie." With that final word, Leuken returned to the office where Maldov sat. 

Magus heaved a sigh. He pushed off the door frame before noticing the rest of the crew watching him. His brow furrowed in annoyance. Rotten kids. 

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me for? Get to work.” Despite his bitter expression, his tone was soft. The crew scrambled away to make themselves busy. 

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After the asteroid belt the ship had gone through, Magnus knew it would stay on Alternia for a while. He had plenty of time to return to that beaten down hotel for a couple days. Just long enough for him to think. He didn’t consider what would happen when he went back to Romune, if the blueblood would even accept him. He just knew Maldov was right, he had to go back. He had to try. At least give it a chance. 

Magnus gave Romune no warning. He decided, in the middle of the night, that he was finally brave enough to head over to Romune’s once more. The hotel wasn’t far from his hive, and luckily Magnus remembered the way. The night was brisk. His uniform jacket barely kept him warm enough. Stopping to grab flowers crossed his mind. But Romune was never the cheesy type, not how Magnus remembered him. 

His thoughts were empty as he stood before the blueblood’s hive once more. The air, while cold, was still. He couldn’t even hear the river behind the hive. He heard nothing but his own pusher beating steadily in his chest. Like a drum. It felt as if the damn thing would jump through his throat at any moment. 

Magnus swallowed the last bit of pride he had and went to knock on the door. The painfully familiar sound of the lock switching made him freeze right before his balled fist made contact.  He stared down at the door handle with wide eyes. His pusher sped up when he tested the door knob. 

It was unlocked. 

[jackjots]

#30 Werewolves

  Wayward Guide for the Untrained Eye 30 Day Prompt

(This takes place after Episode 10 and references the Podcast Epilogue)

Day #30 @30daysofwayward

(I do not own any other characters or place names outside of Shelby St. Ranger, this is just for fun)

After another long week hiding in my house and plugging away, I went down to the Dead Canary to celebrate finishing the first draft of my book. As I was way ahead of schedule, I had time to breathe before going back into it and probably picking at plot lines like detangling chains in a jewelry box. It was around dinner time, so I was surprised to see a closed sign on the door. I realized every store in town was closed. I walked over to GPS and Wallis and inquired if they knew where everyone was.

“Town hall.” Wallis announced after consulting with GPS. “Which is that way!” His smile took up half his face and I found it both disquieting and charming. I thanked them.

Even though going to the one place the whole town was scared me, I was too curious not to. I had to know what was going on. And I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what. 

I didn’t even have to go inside to hear what was happening.

They were doing it, they were coming out. 

The fact that I was unincluded did not upset me. If anything, I felt safer not being in that room. As I peeked through the window, feeling a wave of deja vu from the last time I did this, I noticed not all the werewolves were on the stage discussing with the town that werewolves did, in fact, exist and some of them weren’t so bad. I was surprised to see Desmond was the one telling everyone. And that he looked comfortable there on stage. Helen and Olivia stood on the stage with him, and I could see the back of Sybilus’ head next to Rita sitting near the front. Vern was off to the side, as if waiting to see how everyone would react. The Sheriff was next to him, looking on edge, but also confident. 

Desmond was speaking: “We are still the people you’ve known, the people you have been friends with for ages. We are werewolves, but we are not that unlike you.” 

Someone rose a hand. I realized it was Ags. “Why did you lie about it?” 

“We were afraid that you would kill us.” 

“You were afraid of us?” Someone I couldn’t quite make out said, sounding surprised. 

“Yes.” He took a moment to look around the room. “I want to say this: Connor Creek is our town. All of us. Together. We hope that you come together with us and help us protect this secret of our town. Together.” 

Someone stood up and I recognized Aubrey’s voice as he spoke. “I will protect you.”

Riley stood up next. “I will protect you.” Olivia looked obviously touched.

The whole town rose to their feet. 

I could feel the tears filling my eyes. 

I walked away then, and I was sitting outside of the Dead Canary when Desmond came back. “Shelby, you didn’t come to the town hall.” 

I remembered the meeting flyer then, that had been sitting in my mailbox that I’d kept avoiding. “I didn’t realize what it was about.” “You were listening from here?”

“No, I was observing, again.”

“Spying you mean. You could’ve come inside.”

“Wasn’t my place.”

“Shelby, when you gunna learn you belong here.” 

“I heard you. You sounded good up there.” 

“You think?”

“Yeah. You’re a natural public speaker.” I got up off the ground. “I do feel like I belong here. Especially now.” 

“You don’t have to tell everyone what you are. But if you do, I think they’ll welcome it. Everyone else has, at the end there, I think you missed that part.” 

“I did. I’m glad.” I sighed. “You going to open?” 

“Yeah, Quinn will be back shortly.”

“I need a drink. To celebrate. I finished my book. Or, well, the first draft. Or maybe that’s not what we should be celebrating.”

“We can celebrate both. I have a feeling a lot more people are going to be in tonight than usual. Think you can handle that?”

I nodded. When Desmond opened the door, I went straight to the middle barstool and sat down. I sighed contentedly as he slid me a beer. I could hear the chatter of the town as they filtered down the hill on their way to the bar. 

“Thanks Desmond.” I said quietly, before I wouldn’t be able to.

“For what?” “For everything.” 

Aubrey came up to me as a handful of people spilled into the bar. “Desmond, I have a couple of questions.” His eyes were glowing with excitement. 

“I figured you would.” 

“Oh, good you’re here Shelby.” Aubrey noticed me late. “As my first question was indeed if we could work on that book, for the town’s sake.” 

Desmond tilted his head. “I’ll discuss it with them, but I imagine it’ll be alright.” 

Aubrey grabbed my shoulder. “Hear that?” He frantically looked between us. 

“Just wait ‘til I check with them. What else did you want to ask Aubrey?”

“Desmond, have you considered running for town council?” 

Here you go, Aubrey. Let me know if this is enough. - Shelby St. Ranger 

[monifrappe]

[Part 1: The Sugar Club]

- I don’t even know where this is going if I’m honest so anything could happen at this point...Enjoy 😅

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The song pumping in your ears was awful. You didn’t know who had written it, recorded it and decided to play it in that club but you wished with all you were that they hadn’t bothered.

Truly, it probably wasn’t the songs fault and any other time you would have been indifferent to its chaos and auto tuning but it was only adding to how fed up you were.

You’d promised your friend a fantastic night out after yet another break up and now there you were, the arm of a stranger around your shoulders and the feel of cheap leather beneath your thighs.

‘Babe!’ Your friend drunkenly screamed into your ear, a sound that you were sure had burst an ear drum. ‘I’m gunna go dance. Are you okay?’ She shot the man sitting next to you a warning look, before you’d even answered. You nodded and waved her off, knowing you could stick up for yourself if anything went down.

But as soon as she was out of sight his hand was a little too high up on your leg and his face was a little too close to yours. His breath stunk of far too much alcohol and stale cigarettes and it was all you could do to hold the wretch of your stomach at bay. He wasn’t a bad looking guy and you were sure with the absence of the cheap, legal poison running through his veins he was probably a perfectly lovely human.

He was trying to say something but his words were scrambled and his mouth was too close for you to even attempt to lip read. You’d picked up words like ‘sexy’ and ‘kiss’ and honestly, you weren’t sure you even wanted to know anymore. You moved away trying to put some distance in between you but the grip on your thigh only got tighter and your heart rate began to spike.

However the next words that reached your ears were laced with honey and fire and they hadn’t fallen from his lips.

‘Here’s your drink sweetie.’ You looked up to see a tall, handsome man stood at the edge of the booth you were sitting in. His arm was extended so that a pink drink was at your eye level. He squashed himself into the booth beside you and placed his arm across the back of it. ‘Whose your friend? He bothering you?’

In that moment you weren’t entirely sure if you had managed to get yourself in more trouble or not. Was this guy trying to help or was he just a far more coherent version of the other stranger.

‘He’s erm...’ You stuttered, too confused to speak.

‘Leaving.’ The first man groaned and quickly, clumsily left. You watched him go, taking a deep breath and finally managing to regulate your heart beat.

‘I wish I could ban guys like that from coming in here.’ The new stranger sighed, following your gaze with his own. ‘I’m Namjoon.’ He added, almost as an after thought before turning to face you better.

You looked down into the drink that you’d taken from him somewhere along the line. It appeared to be one of your favourite cocktails, a signature of this club.

‘Y/N.’ You mumbled, shy, embarrassed and still completely bewildered. ‘Thank you.’ You added, after a moment of mustering up the courage to look up and smile at him.

Your eyes caught his and immediately you realised you had under estimated how handsome he really was. You blinked hard, trying to figure out if you were dreaming. He grinned and looked down, suddenly seeming shy himself.

‘You come here a lot don’t you? I see you most weekends.’ He asked as he looked back up at you. You took a sip of your drink and a drip of confidence found its way into your system.

‘Yeah. I haven’t seen you around before though.’

‘That’s because I’m usually up there.’ He pointed to a spot just about the DJ booth, a reflective square was cut out of the wall. Rumour had it that this square was actually a one way window and behind that window was the club owners office. You followed his finger to it and then quickly shot your head back to him.

‘You’re...’ You didn’t even finish your sentence before he was nodding slowly. ‘So the rumours are true? That is actually your office?’

‘That it is. I can show you if you like? I have a little proposition for you anyway.’ He boldly bent forward and took a sip out of your drink.

Your heart plummeted into your stomach again. What was he expecting? And was it really a good idea to go into such a private place with a man you knew nothing about? Was he even telling the truth or was this all just some weird lie to get something out of you? ‘Just trust me.’ He added as he waved a man in a suit with an ear piece in over. ‘Tell her friend she’ll be back and to wait for her before she goes home.’

‘Yes sir.’ The man said before quickly wandering in the direction of the dance floor down stairs.

Before you knew it you were following him, your hand in his as he elegantly swept his way through the crowd to a set of private stairs. He still didn’t let go of your hand but rather led you up with his fingers still tightly encased around yours.

‘I should tell you I don’t make a habit of following strangers into dark stairwells.’ You joked, trying to relieve some of the pressure in the air.

‘And I should tell you I don’t make a habit of bringing girls into my office.’ He looked back at you, from one step above you. How was his jawline so chiselled and perfect even from such an angle?

Your breath hitched in your throat when you entered his office. It was the exact opposite of what you had been expecting.

One wall was completely covered with a large library and the others were decorated with art from across ages. His desk was thick oak wood and the sofa in front of it was a deep brown leather. You made yourself comfortable there after being asked to do so. As he poured a drink from a small table in the corner your eyes scanned over his book shelves, it did not go unnoticed that thrown amoung the classics and modern best sellers were some of your favourites.

As he sat at his desk in front of you, your eyes drank him in fully for the first time since meeting him. His eyes were sparkling, brown pools swimming with something akin to curiosity. His cheeks were deeply dimples in a way that gave off a much more childish side that his jaw line would have led you to believe. His hair was pushed back and slightly longer at the back, dyed a colour that was not quite purple but not quite silver either. His suit was the only thing throwing you off. It was old school, something worn at the turn of the 20th century. A pocket watch chain slung from his waist coat to jacket pocket. You briefly wondered about what may be attached to the end.

‘So, your proposition?’ You asked. The change of location had sobered you up but your sharp, liquid confidence had remained.

‘A group of my friends and I are looking for someone to....fill some of the emptiness in our lives. There’s 7 of us, all rich, powerful, famous or infamous in our own rights but each of us has something missing. I want you to fill that missing piece.’ You heart dropped into your stomach but something about his words forced you to carry on listening. ‘I picked you because from what I’ve seen you have a way with people, a calming nature that makes those near you come closer, a personality and intelligence that makes everyone want to be near you.’

‘So what exactly do I have to do?’ You managed to stutter, suddenly completely unsure of yourself.

‘Each of the seven of us will be allocated a day of the week, on that day we take you out, show you a little of our lives, spoil you, treat you like the princess you are. All you have to do is talk with us, show interest in our interests and as I said, fill the missing gap in our lives.’

‘So, your asking me to be a hooker...basically?’ You blurted our, anger starting to bubble a little in your veins.

‘No. Not at all. I never said a thing about anything sexual, I mean if it leads to that and you want to then fine but I can assure you that isn’t what any of us are looking for. We are simply looking for a beautiful soul to share our wealth and life with. All I’m asking is for you to let seven on the worlds most beautiful men wine and dine you.’

[Part 2 - Coming Soon]

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Choices

A/N: Hello! I've had this idea saved in my drafts for a long time, so I decided today I wanna write it. I want to write something complicated, haha. I put my feelings into this one, so please be gentle, I'm going through some things and urm, yeah. I like to write when my heart hurts a little. This is a bit sad, but happy reading!

character ages: last year of high school, so 19-20?

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warnings: angst mostly but in like a soft way

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She had noticed a few strangenesses. Those that had appeared with time, not all of a sudden, and she didn't have a point where she could have caught their start and find out, perhaps, the reason. They were strangenesses in Richie and in Richie's… well, Richie's looks, his touches, the frequency of his words and sayings. It's not like he was another person because of some secret reason, but he was just… Richie looked like he was thinking more than he usually does, contemplating something in that thick head of his, questioning something.

His fingers, his hands, if they were on her thigh or waist or shoulder, were softly fidgeting against one another. He was picking at the skin around his nails, or simply moving his fingers against one another. Or Richie was gently massaging her skin that his hand touched in that occasion, which he rarely did before. 

Richie's eyes were barely looking straight into someone's, much less yours. He'd either look at his hands or some other part of the person than their eyes, or somewhere past them, sometimes his own feet. At first she thought he was embarrassed about something, or shy--but Richie was never those things. She'd thought about asking him what's that about, but when it happened again and again, and again, she somehow kept quiet. 

He talked much less. Whether it was at school, lunch, a get-together with all eight of them, was it alone at her or his place, in the car. He was talking much less than usual. She assumed something must have happened or something, and that he'd break down and tell her, or simply blurt whatever it was out. But he never did, and by the look in his eyes when he looked at her or when he looked at others, she realised what had actually happened. She only didn't know when it happened.

“When did you fall out of love with me?” Her question came up when she asked Richie what's been wrong for a while. He'd told her there's nothing going on, nothing's happened, but there was lying in his eyes, she could see that so clearly. 

“What?” Richie asked. Not angrily, as if he'd been accused, but softly, curiously. It's an absurd thing to think about even, fall out of love with her? Never in his short lifetime would Richie think he'd be capable of that. She's everything. As well as smart, and she notices details.

“Richie, I… I mean, I don't know. Maybe not,” she started again, “but all the things I said… The look in your eyes when you say you love me, or when someone asks about me, or about us… I mean, I just want you to be honest. I'm not closed off to any weird or real possibilities, I want to know. When did you fall out of love with me?”

It killed her to ask this question. They've been in love with each other for years, and he means everything to her. Their summers together, cycling dates, listening to records together… Everything they've done together is golden memories to her. So asking this question feels like shooting that free, ever-flying bird that is their love.

Richie huffed. He did love her, and he was in love with her. That's not a lie. It's hard to explain what's going on, actually, as he'd begun to question himself as a person and can't seem to find a real, true answer to anything. “I've been spending time with Eddie.” He said to her finally, trying at least, to start with the simple truth he's not yet told her. “Alone. Just me and him.” Richie continued. She tensed up, quite visibly. So Richie's hand reaches over to touch her forearm. Perhaps his touch will soothe her. And he finally looks into her eyes, and strongly at that. 

“Okay…” She said, still waiting for more to be said. Cause of right now, she cannot guess anything from what Richie's said. He gulped. 

“I've realised that I like him. I love him.” Richie said ever so quietly. He was embarrassed now, and he was afraid of her reaction. Hell, she could do anything, he's not told anyone else this, and he couldn't imagine what goes through people's heads when you tell them something like this. His fancy of Eddie is no regular thing nowadays, much less a thing made common in society. “As in… romantically.” Richie finished and looked down, shame on his whole face, growing like a quick tumor. 

“Uh…” her mouth sort of hung open, you could say that from shock. It's not really the right word, but the nearest to. She looked away from him, but then looked right back. “Well-well my question, uh, my question still stands.” She told him, looking dearly into Richie's eyes. “When did you fall out of love with me?” She whispered. Their faces were so close to each other, as they always were when the two were having intimate, private conversations. 

“I didn't.” He promised her. She wanted to shake her head, say 'that's not possible'. But she didn't know, so how could she say? She had no right. Richie shook his head instead, for effect, for proof, holding her eyes in contact with his strongly still. “I've always been in love with you. And I always will.” I think, he wants to add, but doesn't. It won't do her any good. “I love Eddie, too. I love him just like I love you. Well, not exactly, no, but… I phrased it wrong.” Richie shook his head again, averted his eyes to a place behind her shoulder and tried to think of the right words. “I love him as much and as deep as I love you.” 

She sighed heavily, breathily. She was nearing a panic attack, and she bet that Richie could tell for her quickening breathing and panicked eyes, but she didn't want to admit it. She looked down and took her hand away from his touch, not because she didn't trust him anymore, not because she didn't want to be with him, no. But because she just needed to be away from him for a little moment, to make her mind up without his warm hand touching her, her body, her heart or her mind. 

“Can you even love two people at the same time? That much? As much as you've promised you love me?” She asked him and looked up at him again. “Well, I don't think I can, so I just… I don't know. Guess your heart is different from mine.” She said, a little more coldly sounding to Richie than he would have liked. He almost flinched, as if her words were the coldest snowflakes blowing into his face. 

“I'm sure that I can. And maybe that's just me.” He said earnestly. “I know what I'm feeling, you know I'm very aware of my feelings.” She nodded. “I love you both the same.” Richie assured her again.

“Yeah, but what do you want to do with that?” She asked. The puzzled look in Richie's eyes made her investigate more. “We, the two of us, are together, so what do you want?” She continued. “Do you still want to be with me or do you want to break up and be with Eddie? I… I don't know, I don't see any other way.”

Richie huffed. This he had only thought of, but had not decided or elaborated on. This he had contemplated, but only that. What did he want? Was it her? Was it Eddie? “What if… No, not what if.” He started and stopped himself. Today is his worst day of choosing words. “I want you both. I want to be with you both.”

“Richie, that is outrageous!” She almost scolded him, but tried her best not to, for the young man was already exposed and scared. “Things… Don't work that way. You can't be with two people at the same time.” She said then, softer. 

Richie stared blankly into the sofa they both sat on, and she started into the carpet next to them. Richie wanted to argue, but he didn't. He didn't want to make himself angry, or make her angry. He loved her. But what was to happen now, when his heart and body were torn between two people he loves the most? They were both silent for a long time, the tension in the silence growing bigger and huffing and puffing like an angry dragon about to spit flames from its belly.

“I don't want you to break up with me.” She said quietly, finally. Richie sighed and took her hand in his again. 

“I don't want to, either.” He admitted, laid a kiss upon her palm and pressed it against his cheek, looking at her from the angle. She would have smiled in different circumstances, but she only saved this in her most precious memories. The look of love still apparent in his eyes, still. 

“But the choice is yours, Rich.” She said. “I love you too much, so I'll be okay with anything you decide. I hope you can figure things out.” She felt like she was dumping everything on him, the responsibilities that their relationship gives him, the weight of his decision. “I will be glad to help you best I can. But only you can make the choice.”

Richie nodded. The choice was truly in only his fragile hands.

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Growing Pains. Part 22b

He nodded, “I like the play. I think it helped me answer the question.”

"That does help but you need to put the same level of effort in on things you don't like too." She reminded him gently but firmly.

“I know Miss.”

"Because often you don't." She finished reading his answer. "This is excellent. I just need all your exam answers to be this good."

“I’m really trying Miss.”

"I know you are. Have you considered the idea of speaking to your parents about extra help outside of school?"

“Do you feel it’s necessary?”

"It might give you that extra push. As there's only so much we can do in the time you have at school with you only being part time."

“I’ve spoken with my parents about increasing my hours at school.”

"That will certainly help." She smiled.

A comfortable silence descended on them for a few moments. “What grade would I have achieved with that answer?” Louis asked.

"A high C, maybe even a low B."

He nodded. “And how and where can I improve to get a higher grade?”

"Well your predicted grade is a C so this essay is above that."

He nodded again, “Can I keep the essay?”

"Of course you can."

He took the essay back and put it in his file. “Thanks.”

"Your analysis of each quote is very detailed. Keep it up." She smiled.

“Yes Miss.”

"I'd like you to work through the other two questions at home before our next lesson."

“I will do.” He was about to say something else when the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson.

His teacher smiled as she dismissed him.

He packed away his stuff and said bye. He made his way to his next lesson, keeping his head down. He kept himself to himself at school these days.

As a result he almost jumped out his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He swallowed, his heart racing as he turned around.

"No need to shit your pants bro!" Tilly giggled.

“Bloody hell Tilly! Please don’t do that again!” He took a deep breath trying to steady his breathing. “You alright, sis?”

"Yeh, not bad." She shrugged. "Got PE next though. You any good at dad's signature?"

“PE ain’t that bad. And no. Can’t you say you’re on your period or something?”

"Used that excuse last week." She sulked. "How about mum's signature?"

“Do you have your PE kit? I could keep it? They can’t make you do PE with no kit.” He smiled, “Or you could just skive?”

She dug into her bag and chucked her kit at him. "You're the best bro!" She grinned.

“You’ll get me shot, you know that?” He put her PE kit into his bag.

"Yeh but I'm your favourite sister so I'm worth it!" She smirked.

“Maybe.” He smirked.

"Well I better go face Madam Hitler's wrath for not having my kit..!" She sniggered.

“Enjoy Tils. See you at home?”

"Yeh, laters."

“Love you sis.” He said quietly as he watched her head off down the corridor towards the gymnasium. He began to make his way towards his Maths classroom.

His maths teacher looked up as Louis walked in. "You're late."

“Sorry Sir. It won’t happen again.” Louis took a seat, opening his bag and taking out his pen and notebook.

"You're right it won't."

Louis sighed. He began to chew the end of his pen.

"Do you have your trigonometry homework?"

“Yes.” Louis opened his notebook and took out his homework. He handed it to his teacher.

"Did you scribble this whilst eating your breakfast with the other hand?"

“No. I tried really hard on it but I didn’t quite understand it. I did my best.”

"Right. Let's go over it again shall we?"

“Please.”

The teacher took out a marker pen and started to write on the board, explaining as he went.

Louis began to take notes.

Once he'd reached the end of the explanation the teacher turned back to Louis. "Is that any clearer now?"

Louis nodded as he looked up from his notebook, “Much clearer, thank you Sir.”

He pulled down a textbook from the shelf. He opened it to a particular page and placed it down in front of Louis. "Now try these questions."

Louis moved the textbook closer and read the questions. He took his time, referring back to his notes but he felt more confident now it had been explained again to him.

Whilst Louis worked through the questions his teacher found some further questions for him to work on at home before their next lesson.

Louis put his hand up.

"Yes?"

“I’ve finished the questions, Sir.”

"Let's have a look?" He held his hand out for the notebook.

Louis handed him the notebook.

He glanced down the page. "Good. That looks a lot more coherent."

“Can I re-attempt the homework?"

"Yes. Plus these questions." He handed Louis a sheet.

Louis took the sheet and put it in his notebook. “Sir?"

"Yes Louis?"

“Could I do a past paper one lesson? Just so I have a rough idea of what to expect during the exam?”

"Yes. This is the last topic area we need to cover so we'll move onto exam prep next."

“Ok. Thank you.”

"But in the mean time work through the two sets of questions I've given you plus the end of book questions in the textbook."

“Can I take the textbook home?”

"Yes."

“Thank you.” He had a while left of his lesson so Louis made a start on his homework, doing one of the sheets of questions.

After he'd finished his maths lesson it was lunchtime - time to brave the school canteen...

His anxiety was practically through the roof. He packed up and left the classroom, heading in the direction of the canteen. He felt like he couldn’t breath.

Up until today he'd always eaten a packed lunch in a classroom to avoid having to be amongst so many other people in the canteen.

He reached the canteen but was unable to go in.

After a few moments of hesitation he felt a firm shove in his back as another pupil tried to barge past him.

Louis stepped aside so the other student could go into the canteen. He needed some air! Things were getting too overwhelming!

He accidentally bumped another student as he stepped back. The lad turned and pushed Louis hard in the chest.

“I didn’t mean to bump into you!” Louis apologised.

"You're Emmy's brother ain't ya?"

“Yeah, why?”

"Do all of you have shit for brains in your family or is it just you two?" The lad asked, eliciting laughter from his friends.

Louis slammed the lad into the wall, “Leave my sister alone!”

"Ooh! What ya gunna do?!" The lad sneered, laughing mockingly.

“You’ll be laughing on the other side of your face when I’m finished with you!"

"You're just druggy scum! I ain't scared of you!"

“And you’re just a pathetic lad that gets his kicks out of bullying kids! We’re both scum!” Louis answered back, still pinning the lad against the wall.

The lad kicked Louis in the shins.

Louis laughed, “Is that all you’ve got?”

The lad gave a wink and Louis suddenly found himself being set on by the other three lads.

Louis’ survival instinct kicked in. He tried to stop himself getting seriously hurt by the four lads. Louis could fight when he needed to but he’d never been so outnumbered.

Some other students witnessed the fight and began to chant “fight, fight, fight.”

This caught the attention of a teacher in a nearby classroom who came running out into the corridor.

Several more teachers managed to break up the fight. Louis was bleeding. He had a nosebleed and a bust lip, he’d also been kicked in the ribs and stomach a few times.

"Urgh don't touch him sir!" One of the lads in the crowd remarked loudly. "He's probably got aids or sommat!"

“Enough! Get to the cooler now!” The teacher yelled, trying to disperse the gathering crowd. “The rest of you, get back to lunch!”

“I’m fucking clean!” Louis yelled as he stumbled to his feet, “Fuck off, prick!”

"Who you calling a prick?"

“You!” Louis stumbled into the wall, he really didn’t feel well.

"Woah, let's get you to first aid." One of the teachers instructed Louis as she took hold of his arm.

“Get off me!” Louis moved his arm away from her. He tried to stumble away but only made it a few steps before he collapsed.

The teacher checked his pulse before she called for assistance.

His eyes had rolled back and he was making choking noises.

The teacher put him onto his side, “It’s ok Louis.” She reassured.

They closed off the corridor and the school nurse came down to examine him. She quickly decided that he needed to go to hospital.

It was on the way to the hospital when Louis began to come round. He was really disoriented.

The school had informed the paramedics that there had been a fight but also insinuated that Louis may have taken something.

Louis was clean. He hadn’t touched anything. “Need to go home.” He said as he tried to get up off the stretcher.

"Nah, you need to go to hospital mate." The young paramedic told him.

“Home! Need to go home!”

"Not til you've been seen by a doctor. That's a nasty bang to the head and the teacher said you was tripping."

“Tripping?” Louis frowned.

"Yeh, it'll help if you tell us what it was you took, save 'em time at the hospital."

“I haven’t fucking took anything!!” Louis replied angrily.

"Yeh I believe you mate." The paramedic winked at him.

“I’m clean.” Louis said sadly and sighed, “I was an addict but I’ve been clean for months.” They soon arrived at the hospital, Louis didn’t want to be there. He knew nobody would believe that he hadn’t touched anything. He was wheeled in on the bed by the paramedics. He didn't recognise the doctor who came to treat him which only increased his anxiety. “Who are you?” He asked.

"I'm Doctor Peters, I'm a locum here today. What's your name?"

“Is there nobody else I can see?” He asked, fiddling with his hands nervously. “Louis.”

The doctor proceeded to order a barrage of tests, most of it going over Louis' head until he heard a familar voice suddenly demand to know what the hell was going on and asking why they hadn't been informed immediately.

“Duffy? Dad?” Louis called from inside the cubicle. He tried getting off the bed.

"Woah! Lie still." Duffy told him gently. "Its ok, your dad will be here in a minute, I've sent someone to get him." She turned to the locum. "I asked what's going on?!" She repeated.

“Don’t feel well...” Louis told her.

“I wasn’t aware this was your son and as he’s over the age of sixteen, I’m not obliged to inform the parents.” The doctor replied, “I’m running a series of tests including blood tests to see if that gives us any indication of what he took. The paramedics said the school are convinced he’s taken something. He also needs a head CT.”

[dear-fellow-travelers]

“hey you meeting me at the old warehouse?”                                     “Idk. Might do it.. i’ll take the flight pad and makesure there’s not a single soul awake yet. bro needs me in like four hours.” “okay, meet me on the old war obsveratory. yaknow.. where we used to do band camp?”                  “Yeah lemme get some snacks then we can fragging chill til 02:30 then it’s school time. we both have things we gotta do.” “Bluh. school fraging suck. What a load of Melbellia Scrap!”                            “what if your carrier and sire saw this.. they’d grouund youuuuuu~ omw” After 40 klits she arrives.

    “hey..” One pipped up, seeing if she could say something and she stands there  with her friend Dev, “Wussup..?”  she sighed as she felt embarrassed. “Star.. come on. Can’t leave ya friend here standin’.. so.. did ya bring the things..? star..?” she started crying in pain as it wasn’t something she normally dose.. “I CANT TAKE THIS!” she yelled out. As she tucked her wings away.- Star’s face burns from her coolant as she was cold from the flight she took. From her wings she had folded they hum with a deep Burgundy. Trying to sneak out never works but this is an excuse!- She can be out before school even starts and it’s not even that far to walk but faster by flight.

“Starset! Hey...” he grabbed her by wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed they both fall onto the sidewalk one sobbing her optics out and he starts to warm his voice with a soft undertone of ‘It’ll be better just wait and see..’ after a while; It dies down and he wipes her tears with a somewhat mechanical motion. Ruffed her hair as her pointed ears witch and grow a soft but almost hidden deep blue. She blushed completely.

 “Hey- awestop.. I didn’t mean to make ya hide.” Dev chuckled at the last Syllable, only made her peek out at him and playfully punch his shoulder and  moved to sit near the ledge of the walkway. “I got some of the scrapheap of fuel you said we could split. Though, save some for when we have lunch. yaknow the sport drinks” She spoke with a smile.. or what she could have as one after bring a mess for ten klits. “Gym.” he corrected as he sat down and grabbed her offering of the beloved Gemcrunch Candy. She pulled out her palm tab and makes a quick capture of the view from here and shared with her buddy Dev, brother at school.. But she knows why..

“Hey.. school doesn't start for three hours why up early..?” he asked after taking a swig of the fruity drink that he popped with his sharp canines.”bro kinda makes me get up because.. he wants me not be late for the garden glasses. the survive. thrive. divide and concur. But, the school got flooded, and carrier needs us at her lab.. if ya wanna be out witness incase something happeneds then frag it all..”

This night on Novia was.. quiet.. it’s winter so the sun is gone for quite some time now.. the everlasting hues of the night sparked a fire within her; as she speaks with her friend.. it’s been a good while. Had a few bottle of Flora Popstop Slush and some snacks while at it.. it’s barely even time to go home since school was canceled by the massive flooding from the rains in that section of town. With this new found information.. they decide not to head to school but the lab later on.. “Starset..?” he spoke..”huh-huh..?” “what’s on your processor?” “Cybertron..” After a long awkward sense of silence.. 

  “Once there was an explosion that happened;” Starset spoke, looking out into the city, where a million different lives held together in threads of red silk. “What.. you mean the big explosion that happened at the start of time..? even before then this ‘Cybertron’ you speak of seems to be a myth..!” Her friend Devai spoke.. “And besides.. I’m unsure you’ll be able to leave here.. you’re not of age yet..” he remarked playing with the bottle with his anti grav ability. and he’s lifting his tail along with it, the static it makes  around him as he lets it drop into the overgrowth of the garden below.

“hey!- it’s not a myth! My sires’ there!” he chuckled. “Pff! ahahahaha!” she punched his arm pretty hard and he inhales sharply at his friends retort. “not funny! I heard something within my empra that he’s still alive and well! old, but well! it’s names’ prowl..” she said on a slightly lower octave. “why the Zimaa did you do that?!” “because you know that you laugh whenever I’m Serious! YOU THOUGHT I WAS A MECHA THIS ENTIRE TIME! until a couple Celestial cycles back..- But that’s besides the point!” her wings hummed a slight polish ruby shine to it. “okayokay fine, I’m Sorry buddy.” he knows it’s best not to touch her..

35 klits pass,  during that time talking about dreams and where they’d like to go and what they’d do if they pass, travel the world work on a better tomorrow. and delta Pings her and askes if she can come.  “hey I kinda.. need help in the science lab.. afew glitchmice started to eat the teachers’ test paspers and I can;t reach them... and.. they can teleport.”                              “what the.. let me guess they were chewing on it so bad they might have well purged it up?”

“yeah.. uh.. help please i don’t like them!”                                                     “Nawwww big baddywaddywulfy iz scared of mouseywousssyyyyyy”

“nO! THEY’RE BIG!” “not cool mech!” “Hello..??”  “you left me alone- frag you too!” “Well.. we have a littleadventure on our servos.. up for some rodent hunting?” she spoke as he was watching her type vigerously  into her holotab.  “yeah.. and not gunna lie.. he deadaft just said he’s afraid of them.” she laughed and packed her items and began to attach her weapon to her back hilt and begins to fly off with him in tow. tiny, but STRONG! This may be part of the cycle of the beings: Hatch, Live, and Fade like how flames are blown out by a single breath...then you are places under the sunlight and melt away and rust with the rain until you grow into a bed of empra flowers that bloom for one moon and then.. vanish.. but not without a stone inplace of you.

That’s just how their lives are.. someplace unheard of and yet... something is.. dreaming of a new place to lead..Somewhere that leads to something bigger, more Vast new places to explore!- just as this dream Burns.. like the light in her chest.. It burns.. “I promise i’ll find you sire.. even if it means me stealing a spaceship.. i’ll find you..!” she said a long time ago when she saw a image of her sire..in her carriers room.. she has kept it in a locket since.

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Napule Nights - quarantadue

Sorry for the wait being a little longer this time, but thanks to Elana and Ela for helping me loads with this! Big shit is coming x

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The following day, Jade entered the headquarters with Alexander, then less than an hour later left him with a few advisors in a meeting, exiting the very same door with Kane, his arm linked with hers, his face freshly tanned and excited about the prospect of taking Jade out as well as the fact that their outfits unintentionally matched, her tight dress as silky and shiny as the shirt he wore underneath his pinstriped suit, had left its buttons mostly undone to show off as much of his chest and heavy jewelry.

He was charming on the ride there, complimented her dress and her hair, talked about the new pieces of jewelry he'd gotten, showed her a ring Alexander had given him ages ago, and it was only when they were sat secluded on the terrasse of his favourite café, waiters busied with their order, security out of reach, that he leaned forward towards her and the wrinkles of excitement were replaced by an expression that left barely anything to guess about his shift in mood, his brows furrowed, his jaw tense, fingers wrapped around the edge of the table.

“Why'd ya not scratch 'er eyes out then?”

Jade blinked, her back straightening as she looked back him, licking her lips. A few moments passed before she understood that he knew, that someone had told him and she nodded slowly. “Helders stopped me” she stated. “Regrettably.”

The corner of his mouth twitched visibly before his lips broke out into a small smile, yet the look of bitterness in his eyes didn't fully fade. “Reyht.” He leaned back in his seat again. “I joost fookin' 'ate 'er.”

Kane's anger was beginning to fuel her own, despite having talked about everything with Alexander the night before, making sure he was as content with the situation as possible among the circumstances, she found herself thinking back to the smile on Adriana's face when she'd dared to speak to him as if she hadn't made changes to his life that he was still dealing with. “No one should have had or should have that power...” She swallowed. “Over him.”

Miles raised his eyebrows before he started nodding slowly. “Bella, you 'ave tha' power.”

Her eyes darkened. “Well, I wouldn't fucking abuse it like that” she spat, yet felt a strange surge of satisfaction at his words. She meant every word she'd said, but it filled her with pride, a sense of accomplishment, that she'd made a change after all, a change beneficial to the both of them.

“I kno' you like tha', bella” he said, not breaking their eye contact as the waiter set down their drinks on the table and he picked up his, taking a long sip. “And I kno' now tha' you won't take advantage of him.”

“Good” she said, running her fingers through her hair before taking a sip from her own drink. “No need to threaten me again, Kane. I'm on your side.”

He pursed his lips, then the anger made room for a smile to spread on his face, endearing and trustful and he gave her a nod. “Fings can only go up'ill from 'ere. Tonight's deal's gunna make evrehfin' wif Alfonso look like a petty teenage feud.”

Jade raised her eyebrows, setting down her glass. “Tonight's deal?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she stared back at him inquisitively.

Kane's eyes widened momentarily. “Oh, fookin'ell...” he drawled after a short pause. “I swear tha' boy is gunna...” He sighed, shaking his head, raking his heavily-jeweled fingers through his short hair. “Reyht, dun't want ya finkin' tha' Al dun't trust yeh, alreyht? 's onleh me and Serena tha' kno' and I thought 'e would've told ya, but 'e wanted to protect ya, rehyt...”

“Protect me?” She asked, despite his words, her first initial thought was as predicted that he did indeed not trust her, that there was some huge business deal she did not know about despite having been under the now seemingly naïve impression that he wasn't afraid to share things with her anymore, that he valued her opinion and input, that he allowed her to be a part of what he worked on.

“Al were worried it weren't gunna go through, so 'e bareleh told anybodeh, bareleh aneh of the men tha' are gunna escort 'im there tonight even kno' wha' it is and when you were taken by Alfonso, 'e 'ad to be more careful. But dun't yeh understand this, 's 'ard to figure 'im out sumtimes. 's joost business.”

Jade nodded, then when the waiter returned busied herself with eating, couldn't find it in her to speak more about Adriana, because she was not worth it, could not tell Kane any more about the meeting, because it didn't matter now, as well as Adriana, it was in the past, and what was in the very pressing present was the fact that Alexander had been working on something, a deal so important he had specifically chosen not to tell her, nor anyone, which only showed how much of an important event he'd been directly keeping from her.

She could tell that Kane realised that it were his words that had spiraled her into thoughts that rendered her words rather sparse, but despite his attempts that she knew were probably more than reasonable, they hardly mattered when all she could think about was to confront Alexander and as soon as she set foot in the headquarters, she steered for his office, had already knocked on the door before Helders behind her could stop her.

“A moment” came Alexander's deep drawl from the other side of the heavy door.

Jade crossed her arms in front of her chest, turned her head slightly to look back at Helders who stood expressionless, patient, yet ready to move if she tried to enter, and she knew it was only going to cause more trouble.

After a few moments of silence passing, the door opened, Cook holding it for Serena to pass who gave Jade a nod, more approval than she had ever received from her, but she fought to not let that distract her, to appreciate the shift at a later time when she knew if she even should be seeking approval from her rather than Alexander.

“Jade.”

Alex rose in his chair, nodded for Matthew and Jamie to wait outside, then walked around his desk, closing the buttons at the ends of his suit jacket's sleeves, the matte black suit once again drawing Jade's attention to something she wasn't there to pay attention too, it was as well-fitted as she remembered it from this morning, the rings on his fingers made her head spin with wild imagination, and she resisted the temptation to touch him when she got close enough to do so, pressed her lips together when instead, his hands found their way to her hips so effortlessly to draw her in the way he pleased, yet the softness in his eyes was replaced with a look of concern, alert even when he saw the fire in her eyes.

“Wha' is it, pupa?” He asked, the depth of his voice straining, on edge.

She raised an eyebrow, gave him another moment to realise what she was waiting for, then took a breath and curved her body into his. “What's happening tonight?”

She saw him swallow visibly, his adam's apple stretching over his throat, yet the look in his eyes remained unchanged, locked on hers, firm. “There's a deal.”

Her eyes darkened, her fingers smoothing down his jacket, gentle as opposed to the look in her eyes as she stared back at him, waiting, expectant of more, but nothing came, he was going to make her work for an answer, the authority on his face that she was always aware of now apparent and intense in power she had not observed and really been influenced by in a while, almost as if he was putting her in a position where she would feel her behaviour was unjust, especially towards him, as if he was in the right, as if it was the first time she'd demanded trust, and it almost had her giving in to not allow him the satisfaction, because he was so sure of himself, so sure of his own choices, which had her simultaneously undeniably attracted to him, and absolutely driven furious.

But she'd learned. She was not going to let him get away with something she had long ago figured out. “You didn't tell me” she stated, her face expressionless, unfazed by his indifference, determined to not allow him his usual effortless victory.

“Dun't do this, Jade” he said, giving a slight shake of his head, a hint of annoyance flickering across his face. He was exhausted.

She swallowed, remembered the night before, remembered how frustrated he'd gotten when she had told him she wasn't going to betray him, that he already knew, felt betrayed now that she knew she should've known better, but doubted him nonetheless, while at the same time expecting him not to. “I thought that we-...”

“Yes” he said, cutting her off, a darkness in his eyes that rendered her speechless instantly, his grip tightening on her hips, his gaze hard. “Weh are.” He licked his lips. “I kno' wha' yeh're finkin' now, but I'm not 'avin' tha'. Yehr mind's as sensational as yehr beauteh, Jade. After last night, y'kno' tha' I trust yeh. I've arranged all the securiteh teh take yeh along. Since I've been plannin' it.”

He'd once again managed to make her doubt her own actions, made her doubt her doubts, and gave her a sense she'd so often given him, in the most difficult, yet eye-opening way. “Why didn't you tell me?” She asked quietly, couldn't help herself, needed a straight-forward answer.

“Didn't wanna beh fookin' embarrassed, did I?” He muttered, giving a slight roll of his eyes, yet pulling her closer, her body pressed against his. “Can't risk anehfin' if the deal dun't go through so I didn't fookin' tell anehbodeh.” He sighed. “Jade.”

She breathed shakily, raising her eyebrows expectedly. “Yes?”

“Dun't fookin' do this. Fookin' trust meh, pupa. I kno' wha' I'm doin', I kno' yeh kno' when I'm playin' wif yeh, if I lie teh yeh. D'yeh realleh fink I'd joost try and keep summat like tha' from yeh this way because I dun't trust yeh?”

She pressed her lips together, kept herself from gritting her teeth, her gaze slowly softening and she sighed when she felt his lips meet hers, forced her lips to part for him and her tongue to dance with his, taking the lead to get her to submit, to get her to relax and bring her to her senses, his hands warm against her skin, the scent and taste of smoke mixing with the spice of his cologne and a hint of whisky, she couldn't get enough, now pressing her body up against his, her curves begging to be bent to his will.

He drew away too soon, even his eyes pulling her in when his lips were no longer on hers, had her under his spell that she'd fallen for a million times, found herself submitting to, begging him silently to take care of her. “You're taking me with you?” She asked, instantly switched on to impress him, to be of use. “What do you want me to do?”

He nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his gaze softening, a look that had her reassured effortlessly. “Yeh're me pretteh accessoreh” he teased, moving his hand to brush her hair back, his gaze wandering down her body slowly before snapping back up to lock her eyes once more. “Yeh're gunna watch 'n learn. 's one of the most important deals I've ever done. And yeh're gunna see, yeh're gunna make them see yeh. Alreyht?”

She nodded understandingly, his instructions fuelling her desire to impress him, eager to please. “Alright.” She attempted to step back, expecting him to send her away instantly so he could work, but he cupped the back of her head, his thumb smoothing down her hair, had her melting into his touch, understanding now that she'd once again made a fool of herself.

“Jade.”

“Alexander?”

He chuckled. “Y'kno' I trust yeh.”

She nodded slowly, licking her lips. “I do.”

He stroked his knuckles gently across her cheek. “There'll beh sumfin' teh celebrate tonight, principessa” he stated. “I promise.”

The look in his eyes had her skin tingling, the assurance almost like a threat, and she knew how success fired him up, fuelled the already irresistible confidence into something that had her attracted to him beyond reason.

Excitement spread through her when she exited the office, felt more sure in herself, fuelled in her confidence she now was once reassured in carrying unapologetically, stopping when she heard Alexander call Helders back.

“A moment, Maffew.”

Alex made sure to wait until Jade had stopped, stood within his sight outside the door before he turned his attention towards his head of security.

“Boss, she 'eaded right for yehr office when weh came in.”

“And sheh can” Alex said, his eyes darkening. “Wha'ever sheh wants goes through meh first. Wha'ever sheh wants, sheh gets.”

-

Clad in a long jumpsuit, tight and fitted perfectly to her body, Jade stepped out of the car behind Alexander, let go of Helders' hand, then turned around and waited. Her hair was done up in a high ponytail, her clothing practical rather than distracting, but Alexander had not taken his hand off her ever since she'd met him in the entrance hall and he'd led her to the car, as soon as he stood beside her once more, his hand found her hip and he pulled her to his side possessively.

The importance of the deal left her surprised at the small number of security with them, besides the two of them, there were only Helders, Cook, and one more member of security stepping up on the small secluded space at the edge of the docks, shielded by the large containers and the darkness that the street lamps didn't manage to drown.

Before long, another long black car arrived, the headlights turning off once again dipping them in a scene lit mainly by the moon, several moments passed before the door in the back opened, two large men in suits that resembled Alexander's henchmen stepping out before they held the door open for a third man, equally as well-dressed in a dark suit, but despite the sunglasses on his face, Jade could only with great strength suppress her initial shock when she recognised what kind of contact they were faced with, had passed his face so many times on campaign posters in the streets, and she swallowed hard when Alexander stepped forward and away from her, Cook and the other security guard unloading several boxes from the trunk of the car.

She was surprised by the small capacity of the deal, that it was all in the one car, that Alexander and his contact were there personally, little security, exchanging a nod of mutual respect and equal acknowledgement, shades drawn, and when Alexander stepped forward and shook his hand, Jade had never been more attracted to him, there was so much confidence, more than ever he was sure of himself, sure that he was untouchable, even out in the open by the water with minimal security, stepping back and scratching the bridge of his nose as he observed Cook placing down the commodity between them.

A simple nod and one of the security men opposite them stepped up to open the top box. “It's all packed properly” he called back to his superior.

Alexander's jaw tensed, his brows furrowing. “Of course it is” he said, his voice calm and collected but Jade could sense the underlying danger, anger coiling beneath the surface. “Who d'yeh fink I am?”

“Mr. Turner, I'm just making sure.”

Jade reacted instantly when she saw Alexander wave her over, reaching into the top pocket of his suit to retrieve his cigarettes, lighting one quickly and placing it between his lips, adjusting his collar as he took the smoke between his fingers and took a deep breath, blowing the smoke slowly up towards the night sky. “Evrehfin's there” he drawled. “No pickin' it up until I've got me moneh. And yehr word tha' yeh're gunna continue teh 'onour our alliance.”

The other man nodded, waving to his other henchman to carry over a suitcase, opening it and letting Helders inspect the contents before he snapped it shut, Helders carrying it to the back of the car at the same time as his counterparts picked the boxes up that stood between the two different parties. “You have my word. Soon you'll be making deals with the new mayor.”

Alex chuckled darkly. “Yeh 'ave me vote.”

Another nod, both his henchmen retreating to the car. “It'll benefit you, Mr. Turner. You run a successful business, within the city and beyond it.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Things can only go uphill for you.”

“And you” Alex stated, looking slowly from him to Jade, following his gaze.

“It's been a pleasure making business with you. And your lovely bird. Never seen anyone so relaxed around you, Turner.”

“Good luck with the election” Alex responded, his arm locking possessively around Jade again, then he guided her to turn around and head back to the car, making sure she got in first before he followed, all tension lifting from his body when they drove out and away from the docks first, the lights of the city much brighter, illuminating his face as they rushed by and Jade watched his features flicker in the darkness, inching closer to him where he sat, his hand on her hip not enough for her as they sat in the backseat.

She fiddled with his chain, her body facing his from the side, the three men sat around them the only thing keeping her from climbing into his lap. She could tell he was satisfied, pleased with himself and how smoothly things had gone, after everything, Kane was right, this success made everything else seem unimportant.

Her heart skipped a beat when he turned his head and locked her eyes, an irresistible half-smirk plastered on his face that had her leaning closer, brushing his hair back, reveling in the way he leaned into her touch, stretching his jaw slightly, his eyes wide. “I'm impressed, baby.”

He chuckled. “Well, 's easeh when people dun't fookin' disrespect meh. Told yeh there'd be summat teh celebrate.” He leaned closer, brushing her hair to the side slowly to press his lip against her ear. “Get down on yehr knees 'n treat meh like the fookin' maestro I am when weh get 'ome and I'll show yeh joost 'ow fookin' impressive I can beh.”

[ironbound-praetorium]

The Squire’s Honor

March 19th, Nishan

Three years ago I was mucking out stables and helping my Da plow fields to get ready for the planting season. I was just a kid in Westfall trying to help my parents make ends meet, as gold was scarce and while we had food in our bellies and a roof over our heads, we still struggled to save for the ‘rainy day’ that we all knew would come.

But that day turned out not to be live giving rain, but a storm of fel that fell from the skies and took my family with it when the Burning Legion came to Azeroth.

Not gunna lie, there are still nights I struggle to sleep. I don’t like to dwell on it, but with Bri’s help I’m working through those bad memories and learning to live without them. She helped me realize that I have serious fears of abandonment and something called survivor’s guilt. So, it’s been a struggle to move past all that negativity and heal from my losses.

But see, three years ago…I also met the Praetorium. My new family. And that’s been the best treatment so far.

I really don’t know how I got so lucky. Man, kids like me end up in shitty orphanages with Matrons that beat them for asking water. They know poverty and the feeling of nobody caring as much as they know the feeling of air in their lungs, and that’s awful…

But me? I fell in with a bunch of elves that have taken me in and made me one of their own. They’ve trained, fed, clothed and loved me when I couldn’t love myself. No, I don’t have pointed ears or their long life spans, but I’m one of them and Addie had a large hand in making me realize that.

There are plenty of other knights that have known Pixie longer than I have. Some remember her as the little girl with costume wings that flung herself off roofs in order to fly. Others had a hand in making her the woman she’s become today and understand the depth of her losses, as they too remember when she was never seen without the Praetorium Rose, Vynalia Silverfall, her sister.  

I remember Addie as the friend who put a wooden sword in my hand and let me wail on her shield when my anger got the better of me. She’s the person who came to my rescue when the night terrors had me screaming at all hours and soothed me back to sleep with stories of the Titans. She made me her squire when I had half the talent of any other recruit, and gave me a purpose in serving her as honorably as she did the rest of the Praetorium.

But more than all that, she shared her family with me.  She didn’t think twice about opening her proverbial home to some no-name kid from Westfall and sharing her best friend, her knights… and her father.  She tucked me under those awesome wings of hers and made my life better.

That’s what Raelin says she does. She just makes everything better. I gotta agree, she given me so much…

…but today I get to give her something back in return.  I get to put her bridal circlet on…

I didn’t know what that meant until Mal told me, but it’s a pretty big deal and I’m really humbled he asked me.

It’s a Silverfall (and thusly, Praetorium) tradition to gift their children with circlets of gold when they come of age. Mal made Addie’s himself…well, he’s made most of the knights children’s circlets, but they are all different and really beautiful. Seriously, he can make anything out of metal…I think people underestimate it when he says it talks to him. The stuff he makes speaks.

In Mal’s family though, there is an heirloom circlet that is over 10,000 years old that gets passed down to each generation on a wedding day. It usually goes to the eldest daughter, but Addie’s all Mal has left, so it goes to her. Bri told me the circlet was said to have been from a tree on Elunaria, the spirit world where Eonar took refuge after she was felled by Sargeras and why the Silverfalls have always held a deep faith in the Titans. I don’t know how much truth there is to that, but it’s a pretty story.

We couldn’t bring the real circlet, cause it has too much magic in it, but the perfect replica that one of our knights, Gavin, made is just as beautiful. They don’t like Outsider magic here in Nishan, so while it’s kinda sad that Addie doesn’t get the actual heirloom on her wedding day, the meaning and symbolism behind it will be there.

Usually, the mother of the bride has the honor of setting it on her child’s head, but…today, I get to do it, as Pixie’s mother isn’t here anymore. It’s a huge thing that Mal’s entrusted me with, and I know the person I’m stepping in for meant a lot to our Pixie, so I really want to do my best.

Which is why I spent all week practicing by putting flower crowns on the Major’s daughter, Elsina. Rae and Mal think I was sneaking off to kiss her in the stables…which may be partly true, but she was letting me practice putting the daisy chains on her sunny hair so I make sure I get this right. Today has to be perfect…for Addie…

…she’s given me so much; my life, friends and a place to call home…now as she starts this new life all married and stuff, I wanna make sure she knows how much she means to me. I want her to know that even if she isn’t going to be officially my knight anymore and I worry that she will forget about me, that I’m here for her no matter what. That I’m going to be strong for her and take care of the people she trusted me to watch over when she first came to Nishan…

…my family.

(( @adilynia @marquis-lycan-kiden @marquis-teren-kiden @silverfall-patriarch for the mentions!))

[pens-swords-stuff]

11/11/11 Tag

Tagged by @decantae whos a friend i guess. i love you thanks for tagging me, nerd.

1. What character archetypes do your OCs fit into, if any?

I feel like a lot all of my girls are fiery, outspoken and pretty polarizing? Like I don’t know why they have so many friends, more people should probably dislike them.

My guys... I really need to make more guy characters not gunna lie, but they tend to be suave.

im only capable of making two types of characters send help

2. Other than their main universe, what other universes (of your own creation or found in media) would you like to see your characters in?

Hmm... I would say Harry Potter but I’ve basically ported a lot of my characters to the Potterverse for Morsmordre... Other universes I love to bits include Dragon Age, Percy Jackson, Danganronpa... 

3. What is the best plot twist you’ve ever read/seen/played?

Hmmm I literally cannot recall any off the top of my head. I for some reason don’t react a whole lot to plot twists, it’s quite perplexing. I’m fairly ambivalent to them, I can’t really recall a moment where I was genuinely shocked by any. That’s not a brag on me calling any plot twists because I usually don’t — I just... don’t react? It’s rather boring and disappointing.

I don’t know if it was the best plot twist ever but the recent realization of who/what Redeye was in Octopath Traveler was pretty chilling...

4. Have you/would you ever kill your darling characters? Why?

You know, I tried a few times. but s o m e o n e  (cough @decantae cough) took their own characters hostage so I wouldn’t kill them.

I think I would if it made sense in the plot and was well-thought out since character death can really affect development of other characters. This doesn’t mean perma-death where I’ll never write for them again though... I’m a sucker for AUs and I’m too attached to my favorites to ever truly let them go.

5. What is your favourite obscure word in the English language (or whatever language(s) you write in)?

hmmm... I really like the words evoke, argle-bargle, and halcyon.

i feel like @brankiee will yell at me if i dont say effervescent, so here ya go

6. What song’s on the soundtrack for the major motion picture based on your WIP?

Current favorites include Little Do You Know by Alex and Sierra that I think could work for any of my characters so that.

I really want a lot of Queen too... Don’t Stop Me Now and Love of My Life in particular. I don’t know where or if it’ll fit ever, but I want it.

Anything by dodie. Also anything by Zella Day.

I want Can’t Help Falling in Love but specifically the cover Kina Grannis did because she does an amazing job and I was so shook when I saw it in Crazy Rich Asians.

this is very quickly just becoming into my current playlist so i’m just going to stop

7. How did you come up with the title for your WIP?

I didn’t— my more capable writing partners did.

8. What time of day do you prefer to write at?

I write a lot at nighttime! Especially after I should be going to sleep.

9. Have you ever scrapped a big plot point you had planned? If so, what  was it, and why?

you can’t scrap any big plot point if you never make it there

I don’t think I have actually because I’m not a really big planner. I have a vague idea of what’s going to happen but my characters never listen to me so all of my big plot points have always been more of a headcanon that may or may not come into fruition.

10. How do you pick your character names?

I really like to pick face claims for my characters so it helps to have a face to stare at and feel out whether a name feels right for them or not. I feel like a lot of the names for my current characters just come to me naturally and it feels right.

When that doesn’t happen however, I usually ask for some opinions from my friends, or I just endlessly scroll through a list of names and cry.

11. Who on writeblr would you like to get to know better? (Tag ‘em, mayhaps.)

I have a huge writeblr crush on the following people: @madammuffins @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @writings-of-a-narwhal @drowsy-quill

i die whenever you guys pop up in my notifications ngl

@maple-writes also tagged me, thank you!!! I’m just going to add this into this post so I don’t need to come up with 22 questions.

1- Do you like worldbuilding?

I do in theory, but I get really easily overwhelmed by the scope of what I have to do so I have difficulty progressing.

2- What is the longest project you have ever completed?

I have never actually completed anything... But Morsmordre is by far the longest thus far, I think we’ve written a total of 125k+ for it. 

3- Do you have a favorite setting?

@decantae‘s For Queen and Country setting is amazing and I love everything about it.

4- Do you want your project to one day be made into a movie? (provided it would be at least a decent movie)

Yes! I would love to see my story on the big screen with my favorite actors someday.

5- If you write on the computer, what program do you use (ie, word etc…) or if you write by hand do you like loose papers or notebooks?

I share 95% of my documents so I usually use Google Docs. 

6- Do you have a favorite pen?

My Sarasa Dry pen is perfect for bullet journaling and not super expensive.

7- What’s the best thing anyone has ever said about your writing?

Not to be a downer but I don’t put myself out there so I don’t get a whole lot of praise.

8- What is your favorite part of your writing?

I love the satisfaction of having a character really come into their own. I’m a really character-driven writer so even if my writing isn’t the best, or even if I scrap that particular WIP, if I get that character moment, I know that everything is going to be okay.

9- What do you do when you’re procrastinating?

Usually watching something online with Netflix, Hulu or Youtube!

10- Have you ever based a character after a person you knew?

Nope, for me to be able to write characters effectively, they have to be completely my own and not based off of anyone. Otherwise I get too influenced by the inspiration in a bad way.

11- Do you hope to be published someday?

Yes in a sort of bucket-list way. I’m primarily a hobby writer and if it gets to that point, great! But I’m not actively working towards it.

My 11 Questions:

1) What do you do when you’re stuck?

2) What inspires you?

3) What’s a writing pet peeve you have?

4) What’s your favorite trope?

5) What's your least favorite character archetype?

6) Describe your very first OC!

7) Describe a recent writing accomplishment you had.

8) Any advice for other writers you have to share?

9) What’s your favorite literary device?

10) Why did you make a writeblr?

11) Say something nice about your writing!

Tagging: @thelysstener @sophiaawrites @knightsofeclipse @rosella1356 @lunarmoment @radiowrites @writerproject @moonbow-ink @pheita @thewritertiffany @james-stark-the-writer feel free to do this or ignore!

Also tagging anyone else who saw and wants to do this!

[voyeuristicvixen]

Capt’ns Log No.27_Main Character Has Entered The Room

Giving “HER” bouncing back into the scene. RL called and so I had to take minute away from the grid. Bae and I are on a new platform, built a new studio and are loving it here. We have had some weird luck when it comes to finding a non-racist land to inhabit! Lol its wild out here. We have been compiling a bunch off footage and evidence to turn into something eventually to share the black power struggle we have faced on the grid. So now we are in a new place and so far its been good! More on that later! My IG been poppin and some of my creative favs have been following me and that feels good, thank you more please!

The Afro Fest hosted by Meroe Museum was a hit!! Absolutely amazing performances and venue and just an all around good time. It brought a spark of motivation for the movement and what it means to be of service to the people. It is not an easy task to liberate the minds of people who may not even know they have been hoodwinked and bamboozled into following a history that is false and incomplete. I am excited to be apart of the Pan African movement to bring awareness and unity in to the diaspora! It will take lots of patience of love, which we got plenty of over at Meroe!

Me and bae fully enjoying our time at the Afro Music fest in front of Mura booth! Mura is one of my favorite brands on the grid, I love everything it represents and all the African dishes she provides. Absolutely amazing!

Here we are with our new neighbor RICK! Im not gunna lie I kinda fangirled and made him take pictures with us but he loved it. Im pretty sure we made their day just as much as they made ours. Now they know they spent their lindens well! Lol

Our first lil afternoon back after hiatus we visited some of the featured beaches of SL. This was the most beautiful blue water I ever seen on the grid and they had small little homes you could rent for cheap. All were taken except one which we took ages to decide whether or not to get and ended up not getting. We loyal to Fakrava Island! We’ve been lined up with a bunch of projects coming up and working hard! Till the next xo

He watch, I throw back