#now thats what i call polka

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[belltherad]

weird al's new medley is unfortunately overall bad and all over the place which is unfortunate bc what is good is GREAT (old town road & WAP) but the transitions are trash and there is an entire minute out of the four minutes dedicated to shake it off. when the world needed him most....

[angabby-zzz]

Im fighting for my life

[ratgingi]

i think if my art was a song it would be one of weird al's pop song polka cover things. i cant explain why just trust me

[bulletproofglasswindow]

feeling humilliated.

[bingus-bungus]

thanks bill for getting the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny stuck in our head again

[shotmrmiller]

I'm your only situationship.

A/N : yall i stayed up til 324 am writing this. I felt like if i went to bed still only having it as a thought and not on 'paper' thats unacceptable. If i gotta think about this then so do yall! it was also supposed to be a small one shot but it got wildly out of hand im not sorry.

18+ MDNI

TW: typical smut, EXPLICIT mmkay im talkin clutch ur pearls explicit.

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Simon had finally come home from a grueling 6-month mission. All he wanted was some Kentucky bourbon with you at your favorite seedy bar. 

Once he was home, Simon cleaned up, put on a black clinical mask, and sent a text to you to meet him there. As he finished his first glass of the night, a rather attractive young woman approached him, asking if she could buy him a drink. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around, lovie?”

“Not at all. This is after all the 21st century. I’m simply asking— wouldn’t want any missus at home getting upset.”

“There’s no one at home for me, lass.”

“Well then, how about you get yourself another glass, my treat, and we’ll see where this night takes us?” 

He slightly nodded —he’d never say no to a free drink— and as she left to order a drink, he took his phone out to text you again.

“C’mon, pet. I’ll cover the tab. Too good f’me, now?”

His phone vibrated a minute later.

“I can’t today, Si.”

“Why not? I know you don’t go out on Sundays.”

As the young woman came back, drinks in hand, he lifted the screen to read your response.

“I’ve got a dick appointment~ It’s been a year and then some and I’m gonna claw at my walls if I don’t get a fix ASAP.”

Simon goes tense— soft blues hardening to a silver and he’s gripping his phone so hard it might crack. He pulls up your contact and calls you within seconds.

“Hiya, Si!” 

“What the fuck is a dick appointment?”

“Oh,” you giggle. “I forget you older folk don’t know ‘bout that. It’s just a one-night fling. No commitments or nothin'.’ Exactly what I need right now.” You don’t tell him that the reason you’ve practically regrown your hymen is that when you’re best friends with Simon, every other male in existence pales in comparison. 

“Anyway Si-, he’s getting here in like an hour-”

“No.” And hangs up. 

The young woman who’s casually rubbing his bicep and shoulder gets practically flung off of him, as he gets up off the bar stool so fast it’s falling back with a loud clang, and he’s yanking his leather jacket on and pulling on his leather gloves so hard they’re about to become fingerless—

“Hey! I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?!”

One gloved hand gripping the front door, he turns his head slightly to her and says, “Pet, with how good I’m gonna fuck her, she won’t even have to ask to know she’s mine.”

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You’re standing in the bathroom with your liquid eyeliner in one hand and phone in the other, staring at the ended call screen. ‘Weird,’ you think, then shrug and put the phone down. ‘Maybe the call got dropped.’

You finally complete the look with your false lashes when there’s a very hard knock on your door. You frown as you look at your phone screen. ‘7:14 pm’. You know the guy said at 8 and you’re in one of Simon’s big shirts he always forgets and your hair is still tied up in an oversized pink and white polka dot scrunchie— The pink leopard print booty shorts you’ve got on will suffice. 

The second time there’s a knock it’s even louder. 

“Jesus Christ, I’m coming!” 

You open the door and say, “I’m sorry I took so long, I—”

Simon flies past you, with a rough shoulder bump and you turn to look at him and he’s almost sprinting to the bedroom, slamming the door open—

“Simon, what the fuck? What’re you doin—”

“Where is he?”, he snarls.

“Who?! Are you talking about my date? He’s not getting here til 8! And why’re you slamming doors in my apartment like you pay my rent?!”

You see Simon deflate immediately at the important part of your answer and chooses to ignore the rest as he takes off his jacket and walks to your hall closet to hang it. Closing your door and locking it, you growl out,

“You need to leave. I haven’t even finished getting ready. I promise I’ll—”

“No, pet.”

“Will you quit interrupting me! Simon, I swear—”

“Pet.” 

You’re holding a scream behind your teeth, about to rip the hair out of your scalp when you see Simon take one loop of his mask off from around his ear and then the other. You gape. You’ve seen Simon without his mask— that isn’t the reason you can no longer find your voice. It’s the way he put his gloved middle finger in between his teeth and pulled it off so sensually. You can feel your cheeks and ears radiate heat from just seeing the tip of his pink tongue. Christ, you’re down horrendously.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from the fact that you’re getting wet over an interaction so chaste when Simon is touching your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, before moving down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You startle at the movement and throw your arms around his neck out of habit, hoping he won’t drop you in the move to your bedroom.

He presses you against the wall with his hips, then grabs both of your ankles from behind his lower back and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. Simon noses your jaw and starts grinding his clothed erection deliciously hard over the definitely wet spot on your shorts and growls out, 

“If you think,” grind “that I’m gonna allow My,” grind “Girl,”  grind—and you whimper in his ear,  “get fucked by some little cock two pump chump,” he gives a forced chuckle, “you must be daft, pet. Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose, eh? Trying to get my attention? Well, you’ve got it now. “ 

He moves his face to hover his lips over yours— you can lightly smell the bourbon he drank earlier— and he whispers, “You ever like this and I’m around, you come to me. And if I’m away, you wait for me like a good girl and when I come back I’ll give this,” he taps your pussy over your shorts, “greedy little cunt all the cock it can take.”

With a shaky breath, you nod before he kisses you, his bourbon-flavored tongue curling against yours, and you’re moaning into it because you’ve wanted this for too long and he’s finally touching you. Curling your fingers into his ash-brown hair, you move your mouth to his neck, to the right of his adam’s apple, took a bit of skin between your teeth and sucked. 

Simon hisses, dips his fingertips into your flesh hard enough to bruise, and all but yanks you off the wall to toss you onto your bed. 

You yelp as you bounce from the force of his throw— you’re still bouncing on the bed when Simon grabs the waistband of your shorts and knickers to pull right off, which you’re grateful for because the grey knickers you got on aren’t what anyone would wear for a first, second nor third impression.

Simon grabs both of the back of your knees with one hand,  goddamn bear paws, you think, before you feel his tongue in between your lips— so warm and wet and fuck, you needed this, needed him— and he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. He sticks his long middle finger into you and it goes in without resistance, you’re slippery, drooling over his wrist and finger that’s curled up into the rough patch of nerves against your gummy walls, that he’s pressing into, over and over. God you’re about to come, your legs shake in his one-handed hold and you’ve got a white knuckle grip on the forearm you’re sinking your nails into—

Simon pulls away. You were so close, your eyes start watering because he can’t possibly be this mean to you but then you see him shove his tongue in between his middle and ring finger, eating up your nectar when he says, “The first time I’m gonna make you come, it’ll be on my cock. I want to see the frothy white cream you're gonna leave at the base.” 

You’re nodding hysterically at this point, anything for him to make you come, anything for him.  With a twirl of his index, he’s telling you to get on all fours. Scrambling, you turn over and arch your back— resting your head on your forearms— and you feel his calloused palms run down from your spine to your ass cheeks before he gives it a spank. 

“You have a condom?” 

You shake your head and you mewl out, “No, but I’m clean.”

“Good. I don’t want anything between us.”

You arch your back further, pressing your ass further into his hips when you hear his belt buckle clank and zipper open. Simon brings his palm to your other cheek, reddening it. 

“Fuckin’ hell, pet. Look at you spread out for me.” 

You feel warm velvet over steel over your slit before he slowly pushes inside, not all the way but about a little over half of his length, remembering that your g-spot is a little closer to the front. Fast, relatively shallow thrusts hitting your spot with almost clinical precision have you reeling, your orgasm about to break you, mind and body. Hands tightening painfully, you shatter— loud, high-pitched whines, ringing in your ears and pussy pulsing around Simon’s thick girth— and god, Simon doesn’t stop thrusting. He keeps the same smooth rhythm and you’d think he’s unaffected by the tight vice your pussy has him in— but you hear him, low, deep groans and a tighter grip on your hips telling you otherwise. 

He pulls out to bend over your back, completely covering it, and he murmurs in your ear, “I hope you didn’t think we were done. My girl wanted a fuckin’, now she’s gonna get it.” 

He takes off your pink, silly scrunchy and you see it around his tattooed wrist before he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and is leaning back up and forcing your back to arch under his pull. You feel his leg at the height of your hips— propped up, foot flat on the bed and knee bent and the other straight on the floor and all you can think of is how this man is gonna kill you with his cock. 

Simon snaps his hips forward, fist full of hair pulling back,  stretching and filling in one strong thrust, bottoming out. He gives you no reprieve, no time to get used to how fucking deep he is, and sets an intense, firm pace that has you feeling a pinch below the navel every time his hip bones slap against your ass, balls to the clit and you love it. Every pinch in your lower belly has your pussy making a squelching sound and you can’t help yourself— you reach underneath your body to feel how split open you are with two fingers, encasing his cock and feeling the skin drag with them as he pulls out.

That has him hissing air between his teeth, he’s about to come but doesn't want it to be over so he pulls out, and opens your cheeks to spit in your furled hole, before pressing in with the pad of his thumb, and you’re almost screaming. He moves back a bit further to spit in your pussy, not that you need it— you’re drenching the sheets underneath you— and now he’s spearing you with his tongue before curling it, getting your juices pooled on it before coming back up, lips smacking, and he grabs your hair in his ponytail and now he uses his other hand to curls his fingers and palm over the front of your throat and that's all it takes for your vision to darken and arms go limp but he’s again, fucking you through your orgasm and this time you leave a creamy white ring at the base of his length. 

“Oh, fuckin hell.” He groans out and it sounds desperate and you know he’s close.

“Come in me, Simon. Please fill me up, I promise I’ll keep it all in.”

He gives a strained chuckle and says, “Pet, I can barely pull out of a driveway much less this tight little cunt.” He squeezes your throat hard, strands of hair popping out of your scalp and his cock feels massive, the pinch in your stomach feels like a cramp from how deep he is and he lets out a low drawn out moan that lasts 3 thrusts— and then there’s warmth filling you up, so much so it leaks from the sides of where you two are connected. Simon lets go of your hair and you fall face-first onto the bed, exhausted. Defeated. Back properly broken. You officially know what it’s like to get fucked within an inch of your life and you love it. 

He pulls out slowly, with a hiss from both of you and with one hand on your left cheek, he spreads you to look at your stuffed hole.

“Fuck. I love seeing me drip out of you.” 

You’re about to tell him to sod off when the doorbell rings and the both of you stiffen and lock eyes. With a mean snarl, Simon grabs a towel from your bathroom and his mask before stomping his way to answer the door, pink obnoxious scrunchy still on his wrist.

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[syfer22]

Part 2 I'm working on the update the first one because it's sucks😒 and here's some art

Day 2

As she stands there in her room she looks at herself in the mirror just confused on what to do as she got a notification on her staff with the word "Akuma alert"

Scarlett: what is this?

She clicks it as it gives an address she looks even more confused

Scarlett: do I go here?

She looks at it as she closed her phone on the staff as she looks at it

Scarlett: do I just?

She clicks the staff as it extended and lonched her out of her window

Scarlett: WOAH!

she yelps as she jumps from buildings to buildings

Scarlett: woah I think I'm getting the hang of this-

She said to herself as she jumps from buildings to buildings as she lands on a gray looking cylinder as she looks out to the city

Scarlett: now what was that address again?

She opens her staff as she looks at it and she closes out of her phone/staff as she jumps to buildings to buildings as she used her staff as a bridge as she walks on it on all fours

Scarlett: the cats meow

She said to herself as she hears yelling as she looks up to a guy in a polka dot suit as he falls on her making them fall back as his yoyo wraps around them

Scarlett: WOAH!

she yelled as they called to the ground with an oof as she lifts herself up looking at the guy

Scarlett: HEY WHAT'S YOUR DEAL YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!

she said looking at him as the guy scratched his head looks at her as they lock eye contact for a moment

??? :um sorry-

The guy said looking away nervously

??? : can you... Maybe get off?

He said a little serious as she looks nervous as she got off of him as she felt her staff fall on the floor as she picks it up as she puts it on her back

Scarlett: so what's your name?

She said looking at him

Manbug :I'm ummm manbug

She looks at him confused

Scarlett: manbug? Um ok?

She looks at him confused

Manbug: and what's yours?

She thinks for a moment

Kittyclaws: kittyclaws yeah sounds good

He nods as they hear shouting and yelling as they look over he used his yoyo to swing from buildings as she grabs her staff as she jumps to buildings looking over as she sees people running and shouting as some kind of creature was running the streets they where covered in some kinds of goo freezing everyone in the streets

Kittyclaws: what is that!?

She said disgusted and worried

Manbug: thats an Akuma... Did your kwami not tell you everything?

She sighed her ears flopping down a little

Kittyclaws: my kwami isn't... The best at explaining things to me-

She said scratching her head nervously

Manbug: wow- this is great-

He said kinda annoyed as he looks at the akuma

Manbug: now where is the akuma

She raised an eyebrow as she looks at him as she smiles

Kittyclaws: now look at you think bugaboy

She said chuckling as he looks annoyed

Manbug: dont test it kitty cat

She sighed as she leans over the railing looking over

Kittyclaws: so how are we gonna get this Akuma?

He thinks as he looks at the Akuma

Manbug: I have an idea follow me

He said as he used his yoyo to swing form buildings as she grabs her staff following him

(I'm gonna skip this because I'm having a hard time explaining this)

Kittyclaws: cataclysm

She said as she cataclysm bars on a poster trapping the Akuma in a cage as manbug grabs the Akuma item and breaks it, the little Akuma flying out as he captures it

Manbug: bye bye little akuma, miraculous manbug

He said everything fixed itself

Manbug: pound it

He said as they fistbump and her miraculous started beeping

Kittyclaws: oh I should head out later bugaboy

She said winking as he rolls his eyes she used her staff to head out of there making it to her home as she lands

Scarlett: claws in

She said as Plagg came out of the ring

Plagg: oof I'm hungry-

She looks at her kwami

Scarlett: hey who was that other guy?

Plagg wasn't really listening and just looking for food to eat on

Plagg: oh that's the other holder

She looks confused

Scarlett: the other holder?

Plagg: yeah they are the holders of Tikki the kwami of creation

She nods

Scarlett: oh-

Plagg: AND IS THERE ANY FOOD I'M HUNGRY! you got any camembert?

She looks disgusted

Scarlett: Camembert?

[butchdykekondraki]

the awcy is like permanantly associated with now thats what i call polka by weird al for like. literally no fucking reason.

[weirdalyoutubecomments]

[chongoblog]

I just realized I can do polls here so now I can do this

[let-your-mind]

*weird al jumpscare*

*Now thats what I call polka begins. Because I said so!!!*

[blackkittiesinabox]

Nobody can stop a sleep deprived man playing princess peach in a pirate ship on mario karts while listening to weird al now thats what i call polka at half 6 in the morning

[rosemaryblossoms]

GuLl1v3r’s gHoSt P@rt 2

Lbb by @ewwwabug and original character Dusiao belongs to @a21487246-duya

Warnings: descriptive gore, disturbing imagery, death, long ass post, and Gulliver’s being a whiny bitch.

Sad was growing impatient, all he wants to do is help but Gulliver was being too idiotic and stubborn. He tries his best to be patient and calm but the more Gulliver talks the thread is getting thinner, each tiny and slim piece of string peeling away from the thread. Getting smaller and smaller, it’s only a matter of time before he snaps. “But I don’t need to fix anything I’m fine!” Lies, Lies, and more FUCKING LIES! Poor Sad couldn’t take it anymore, he stands up from his box and continues to stretch out his height while growling at Gulliver. His long arms are at his sides as his face starts to deform.

Reference for his deformed face, picture by Martin walls:

Gulliver backed away with fear as his eyes water, his breathing and heartbeat gets faster. Sad’s voice became more demonic with the way it echo and how it sounded like there’s more than one person talking “Oh you sad pathetic FOOL, four Three more ghost will visit you tonight. Two in a pair and one on his own. You might see an old friend as well. You better listen to them, especially the last one because he’s the one who decides it all. After all you still have time to realize what you have done, what the greed and your childhood did to you to affect you like this. Other wise. . . I just might see you in HELL.” Everything glitches around him and he wakes up in his bed. . . With a present in his lap. He took deep breaths as he processed everything. He looked down at the un familiar present. The wrapping paper was gold with red polka dots and bow. He pushes it off his bed which causes it to open and reveal a sheep plush with a yin and yang necklace. He picks it up and examined it not even a second after a door appeared, replacing his own bedroom door. The door had illustrated two handsome men on it with curly horns and pointy ears, the man with longer hair at the bottom and the short haired man at the top. The door had a gold door knob with a yin and yang symbol on it. He opened the door to reveal a void filled with toys. He walked forward, on his left he finds a grey blue light which he goes to. He finds the old fisherman sitting on the deck of course fishing. “Come here sonny” Gulliver’s goes to the deck and sits by him, the fisherman’s hat covered his eyes by its shadow. “You know you are in quite the pickle mate, a few old friends of mine came to visit ya huh?” He knew them? “You know them?” “Of course I do, thats why I called them old friends ya moron, ya big ol’ Dummy” ouch, well that hurt. “Do you know why they’re here?” Jatay the fishermen just gave him the “are you serious” look. He just sighs as he shakes his head. “I guess the words of the wormy fellow didn’t Go all the way through huh?” He tilts his head “you don’t know how good you have it in wealth,and you definitely don’t know how bad you have it in your actions you pig headed son of a bitch.” He mutters something under his breath, Gulliver couldn’t really understand it but he managed to catch the insult “worm fucker”. Jatay sighs as he shakes his head. “I think it’s best if you go on now, they’re waiting for you” and with that he shoos off Gulliver and continues to fish. Gulliver continues to walk away as Jatay sings softly “Tra la la la~”. Gulliver walked out of the area, as soon as he did it disappeared. All is left was a void filled with toys, mainly dolls and plushies. He walks only to spot a doll that catches his eyes, it’s a doll of him???. . . What was this doing here and why was there a doll of him? He walks towards it slowly but before he could even take another step forward it was grabbed by a handsome, muscular man with curly horns, pointy ears and long wavy hair. He stood next to another man with the same curly horns and pointy ears. As well as Christmas lights. Both men stood at 6’15ft tall. The smell of freshly baked Christmas cookies and hot chocolate with a hint of peppermint lingered from the two men. The man with the long wavy hair, his hair was the color of the sunset, his eyes are a seductive purple. He wore a beautiful dark green, comfortable looking cloak that complemented his curves and big round, plumped pecs. He wore multi colored Christmas lights and the colors were red and yellow. His earrings were bells of gold.

Reference for his earrings:

The other man’s hair was white as snow, he wore a red kimono with gold flowers on it, also wears yellow Christmas lights. His right eye (on his right) is stitched up and he has a big scar on his face (look up Dusiao’s appearance in @a21487246-duya blog) and wore flower earrings.

Reference for his flower earrings:

The two voluptuous and seductive men looked down at him with an eerie smile.

“Um h-hello, who are you”. The men just stared at them before letting out an echoing demonic laughter.

“We are the Jolly and Merry ghosts of present times.” “Oh so you guys are going show me the present? What exactly are you going to show me because I’m sure I am well aware of the present time.” “Your actions my dear” “what do you mean by that, what do you mean by my actions?” “Oh old man, we are supposed to reflect on your flaws and greed. . . Though we are no where near as ugly.” Merry lets out a small chuckle. Ouch well that hurt. “. . . Um, well. . . What exactly are you going to show me?” “Look around Gulliver, we have many toys.” “yeah, right?” He was confused to where this was going. They stepped aside to reveal a tv? It had eyes and a smile (not on the screen)

Reference for tv, picture by Martin Walls:

“This is one of our favorites.” “go ahead, don’t be shy love.” He pushes the button, the screen flash colors and Christmas imagery before finally showing Daryna and her children. Each of them had a sad look on their face. “Oh why that’s Daryna!” “Why yes of course and would you look at that. The poor lady has barely any money to feed her poor babies, and the poor woman doesn’t have anything to give her sons for Christmas.” “And it’s all because of you.” “But it’s a good thing she ran into the fisher man to at least give him the fish he catch and froze. If only she was paid better, you know that woman is a saint because most of the time she works for free and you don’t pay her a dime and when you do it’s not much.” “I-I didn’t mean for this to happen, I” he was cut off. “Well it did, you see Gulliver, the poor things will die eventually if you keep wasting your life away like this like the filthy scum you are.” They began to glitch out as demonic laughter came due to Gulliver’s misery. “Y-Y-Y-You see, your greed doesn’t just affect you, it also affects others too like poor Daryna here too.”(he’s glitching out not stuttering) “But I never wanted this! I never wanted for her to suffer because of me!” Jolly and Merry looked at him with anger and disgust. “It doesn’t fucking matter! Your actions have already affected them, eventually everything will be gone sadly, as it should be, it’s a beautiful cycle of destruction wether it’s caused by self or not it’s apart of this miserable life!”

Their smiles began to widen as blood dripped from their eyes and mouth.

“Oh, there’s so much we want to do to you Gulliver, me personally I want to tear you limb from limb as I eat you alive.” Gulliver’s face went pale when he said that, he felt sick and started to sweat as they let out cruel laughter. He woke up, in the void once again but in front of a strange room. Might as well get it over with. He walks in to a brick room with black goo running down the walls, the smell of oil and metal surrounds the room, he gagged at the smell as he continued to walk forward. He then saw a cute wind up bunny clock.

Reference for picture, which is by of course Martin Walls:

He picked it up, unaware of the 7’1 figure with rabbit ears behind him. It crouch by him as he observes the clock.

“Hello Gulliver.” It said right by his ear in a smooth but deep robotic voice. It caused Gulliver to jump a bit in fright before turning around, still having the clock in his hand, he quickly puts it down before speaking. “H-Hello, you must be the last ghost.” He was 7’1 ft tall but his ears made him look taller, he had floppy rabbit ears. One ear had bright dark blue polka dots and the other had bright dark purple stripes. He had patches of cloth like fur what had a few stitches here and there with the same pattern except the pattern would swap. A white cloth with blue stripes and a purple cloth with white polka dots then swap the colors. The robotic parts are a chocolate brown. One of his eyes is cat yellow while the other was a red light that shined in a way in light to make rudolf jealous. He wore a green vest with red buttons and a dark blue bow tie, he has his “nails” painted black, he has a stitch where his genitalia should be. He looks at looks at Gulliver with his green blush painted cheeks and gave him in an eerie smile. “We are Mortality” Gulliver’s eyes widened at their name. “Wait please I’m not ready yet! Please I want to fix everything!”

He lets out dark laughter “Oh Gulliver, no one is really ready. It’s a part of this life, everyone will die eventually, they all do, no one can’t really live on forever. . . Well on occasions some do but that’s rare these days. But anyways the cycle shall continue my friend, it always will continue.”

“No please, no please. . .”

“Oh and the life you had, Running away from me, yourself, and your problems. Never getting the help you needed most and taking your problems along with your anger on someone else. Like poor Daryna who just needed money for her sons.”

“It only proves how much of a coward you are, it hurts doesn’t it. All you wanted was love but you have served and receive hatred which is sad but you deserve it for what you have done for all those years, it’s sad honestly.”

Gulliver cries, all he wanted to do was cry and sleep it off until morning, he wanted to apologize and fix everything that has been done.

“Please! Please! I’m sorry! Im sorry!”

“It’s far too late for that old man, you have ran out of time, and speaking of running out of time, I think it’s best for you to go to that door over there, we are running out of time to wait so open it.”

He walks over to the door, it has an illustration of their face just like the other doors. He turns around to look at them. “Will I be ok, please tell me.” But he was already gone and they left Gulliver alone. The only option left was to go through the door. HE DOESN’T HAVE A CHOICE.

He walks through the door as angelic magical music, white light surrounds him as it closes his eyes black and white images in his vision. The clown doll, The sheep doll with the yin and yang necklace, The cute rabbit wind up clock, Daryna. . . And his mother when she was younger, smiling at him.

His eyes open to see the familiar shop, he see Daryna sweeping the floors while singing a Ukrainian folk song.

He ran and cried as he hugged her. “Oh Daryna! I’m so sorry! I was so greedy and selfish and I’ve been nothing but cruel to you, and I’m so sorry. I know you’ll won’t forgive me so easily but please, give me another chance, i want to make it right, please Daryna please.”

. . . She doesn’t respond. . .

“Daryna? Are you ok? You alright dear?”

She turns around. “Oh boss, there you are, I’m so glad you’re okay-y-y-y-y-y-y” she was glitching out.

“D-Daryna? Daryna?!” She continues to glitch out she melts into a puddle of black goo. He steps back as he hears a bell tolling. He hears a knock and the door opens to reveal the man with that boy? Early named Ollie? No Aubrey. He had six eyes instead of to and Aubrey laid over his shoulder. He handed Gulliver a newspaper, it was a Newspaper of his own death. He covers his ears and gets into a fetal position near a corner as he cried. “Please! Make it stop please!”

The room dripped black goo as Mortality broke through a window and crawled to him like a possessed as demon while he laughs manically.

He’s in the damn void again, he cries “Please I’m sorry! I can change!” He sobs more as he called out “Please! I just want to go home.”

“Awww it’s really pathetic isn’t it, No matter how much you beg, No matter how much you cry, No matter how much you scream my dear, you can’t escape from this.”

“This is caused by your actions, your ignorance has led you here old man, your time is up.”

“Please, No!”

Then everyone showed up, including a new face. It was a long purple haired grim reaper who had patches of skin missing and is wearing a black robe. He also had four crow wings, they surrounded him.

“Please!” He turns to Sad. “Please Sad! Melancholy! You need to help me!” Sad says nothing as he stares at him.

Mortality and the Grim reaper walked closer.

“Everyone is here to see you suffer! To watch your soul burn in hell where it belongs!” He lets out a wicked laughter as Jolly and Merry Joined him.

“. . .” The grim reaper stared at him before saying, “Goodbye.”

“What are you going to do to me?!” Mortality holds up an opened gift box revealing a clock.

“Huh? Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Gulliver screams as he feels his face melting off, his body melting and burning at different ends. He heard their laughter before forever closing his eyes. No one knew what happened to Gulliver or did they care. Daryna and Aubrey inherited Gullible life savings, Daryna opened a shop and married the fisher man, the man who had forever stood bye her side. Never be greedy, selfish, and rude or else you just might get a few ghostly visitors.

The end.

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Kuroo x Reader

Chapter 4) Weekend 🙌🤭

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Y/ns P.o.v

The next day was Saturday so I met up with Casey and Cheyenne to go to the mall and, hopefully, find some nice matching dresses.

"So, what color should we do? Or maybe we'll have matching patterns instead?" I asked them.

"Hmm.. I think polka-dots are nice.. or maybe we can each get red dresses." Casey said.

Cheyenne nodded. "Ya, I think red would be good." She said.

"Maybe we can do red polka-dots.. or red dresses with white polka-dots!" I said happily.

"Lets get red dresses with white polka-dots." Casey said.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" I replied and Cheyenne agreed. "Lets go look for some!"

We continued walking around the mall, looking for red dresses with white polka-dots. We eventually found ourselves in a store with beautiful dresses, shoes, and accessories. We looked around in awe. As we spotted dresses that looked exactly like what we were looking for, we took them to the front counter. Casey decided to get a white pair of heels and some earrings, while i got some red heels and Cheyenne got black heels and earrings. We happily continued walking after we paid for our things.

"I can't wait for the festival!" I happily shouted.

"Me either! Its gonna be so fun!" Cheyenne shouted aswell.

"Yeah, we're gonna get so much yummy food there!" Casey shouted.

"Of course thats what you're thinking about." Cheyenne said.

"You're always hungry~" I said teasingly to Casey.

"So what? I like to eat~" Casey replied.

We continued joking as we walked until we became hungry. We decided to head to the food court and get some stuff separately before we met up at a table together. Casey got some Chinese food, Cheyenne got a burger and fries, and I got two slices of pizza. As we sat down to eat, someone slid a couple of chairs to our table.

"Fancy seeing you ladies here," He said. I looked at him, it was Kuroo and Kenma.

'Damnit why is he here? Casey and Cheyenne are gonna make jokes about us being on a date now!' I thought.

"Oh, hey Kuroo," I told him. He smiled and waved."Hi, Kenma!" Cheyenne said happily as Casey waved to them.

"Hey guys," Casey said.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Kenma wanted a new video game so I took him here to get it! Then I saw you lovely ladies here." Kuroo replied.

I couldn't help the blush that came up on my face when he called me lovely, although it quickly went away when I chuckled as I saw the face Casey made at being called lovely.

“Ew, I'm not lovely." She said. Kuroo chuckled.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that. You're delightful and certainly very lovely~" Kuroo teased her.

Casey had a look of disgust on her face. "Ugh, don't talk to me like we're in a 1950s romance story.." Casey said in an annoyed tone.

I chuckled at her misery.

Kuroo laughed and turned to me. "So what're you guys doing here?" Kuroo asked curiously.

"We were getting matching dresses to wear to the festival." I happily told him.

"Sounds fun. Can I see the dresses?" He replied.

"Oh, sure!" I said as i pulled my dress to show it to him.

"Wow, thats pretty. Bet you'll look nice in it." He said as he looked at the dress.

"Thanks! Casey and Cheyenne have the matching dresses." I told him.

"Nice, hey Kenma! Maybe we should match!" Kuroo said excitedly. Kenma shrugged and nodded.

"Sure." He replied before going back to his game.

We all talked for a bit, changing topics every now and then. After we finished our food, we walked around the mall for a while before we left.

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After we left we walked home together, Casey and Cheyenne waved goodbye and left. I was yet again, left alone with Kuroo and Kenma. It was less awkward than the first time and we were talking the whole time, Kenma even joined in. When we made it to my house I unlocked the door and opened it, then the kitten came up to me and rubbed against my legs.

“Oh thats where she's been.” Kuroo said from behind me.

“What?” I responded.

“She was a stray cat right? I used to feed her over the summer until she stopped showing up, I was wondering what had happened to her.” Kuroo replied.

“Awe, that's sweet. Well, I've been taking care of her.” I said as I picked her up.

“It's nice to know she's safe and in good hands.” He replied, “Well, I better get going. See ya.” Kuroo said as he waved. I waved back and headed inside.

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The next day I woke up early to head out and get some things for the kitten, which I still need a name for. I got dressed in a cute outfit and did my hair and makeup. I picked up the kitten and headed out.

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When I made it to the pet shop, appropriately named ‘Shop 4 Pets’, I grabbed a shopping cart and set the kitten down in it.

“Alright.. I need cat food, a cat bed, maybe a scratching post?, hmm… I also might wanna grab some toys.” I spoke to myself as I walked down the aisles.

I looked at a few things and grabbed what I needed and a few more things aswell. As I continued looking around I bumped into someone.

“We gotta stop meeting like this.” The person said in a joking tone. I looked up to see Kuroo.

I chuckled . “Yeah.. what're you doing here?” I said.

“Oh, I just like seeing the animals. And I was gonna ask you, but I just saw this little cutie.” He said as he scratched her head. The kitten purred.

“Yeah, I'm getting stuff for her. Anyways how are you?” I said as I began to walk to the register to get checked out.

“I've been good, not much has happened since last night. What about you?” He said.

“Yeah, I'm good! Me and the kitten were just hanging out.” I said as the cashier began scanning my items.

“Nice, mind if I join you guys?” He replied.

“No not at all, it'll be nice having someone who will respond to me.” I joked.

He smiled. When the cashier told me my total I almost fainted.

‘22,000 yen!!?? How did that happen? Well I guess I did get a bit more than I needed… but this is way too much for me to afford!’* I thought as I began to tell the cashier to take some items off before Kuroo stopped me.

“Nah, I'll help you pay.” He said as he handed the cashier some yen.

“Kuroo, you don't have to do that!” I quickly said while grabbing his arm.

“Nah, I don't mind.” He said as he paid for half of the stuff.

He helped me get the stuff into the cart.

“Seriously, Kuroo. You didn't need to pay for all of that.” I said nervously.

“Nah, I'm happy to help the cat have a nice home. Speaking of the kitty, did you name her yet?” He responded.

“Ugh, I still haven't decided! I can't think of a good enough name.” I whined.

Kuroo chuckled. “Well.. what about Pepper? She's all gray like pepper.” He said.

“That… actually sounds good.” I responded as I looked down at the kitten. “What do you think?” The kitten meowed and purred.

“I think she likes it!” Kuroo said.

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Me and Kuroo continued hanging out as we walked around the shoping center. We talked about lots of different things and we got ice cream and treats for Pepper. When the sun started coming down we began to walk home.

“Man, that was great!” I said happily as I finished my ice cream.

Kuroo nodded. “Yeah, it was nice hanging out with you!” He responded cheerfully. “We should hang out more!”

“Yeah, definitely!” I said as we approached my house. “Thanks for walking with me!” I told him.

“No problem, you're great company!” He responded. “Oh and before I forget!” He handed me a slip of paper. “Here's my number, I'll add you to the team group chat. You can add Casey and Cheyenne to the group chat also.” He told me.

“Oh thanks! I'll talk to you later.” I said before we hugged and he left.

I walked inside my house with Pepper. I sighed as I closed the door.

“Alright, let's get ready for bed Pepper. I got school tomorrow.”

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"I love you too Capo"

sobbing ig I'm writing again lmao I fell into a loop from when I was 12-14 anw enjoy this

Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Type: Fluff Warnings: Abuse :( mentions of drugs, blood, big meanie weenies, is okie tho bruno helps and comforts you :D slight autism from reader but is oki, reader is 19 Pronouns: Non mentioned

The young adult doesn't remember much from the previous day so when finally gained consciousness they were startled to find two investigators hounding them out for answers. They were being asked questions like "who was the leader?" and "where was the gang hideout?". Now they finally put the pieces together. Their, now ex, was caught in a drug trade and the only one who was left alone on the scene was them. When they got out of this they were gonna kill him. But just because they were caught doesn't mean they will snitch. just gotta keep playing the silent game.

"This will be much easier on yourself of you just tell us who he is and where he went" the first cop, who is now overly tired of repeating himself, stated. Were you promised freedom? they wouldn't answer.

"Captain I don't think they're gonna talk, its been 3 hours." the shorter cop tried to explain after a long silence from the original question

"fine" The supposed captain says while standing up from across the table they were seated at. "have it your way" he made is way next to them

Next thing the kid knows is their head being slammed into the table breaking the only thing keeping their Stand calm, their ear bud playing their favorite band.

The taller Captain laughs out loud while gripping the kids hair "maybe that's why they weren't answering! They weren't listening in the first place!" He continued to laugh and slammed the poor kids head into the table 3 more times.

"sir! I don't think we should be doing this" the female started to protest and defend them

"I guess we'll see, feel like talking yet?" The kid couldn't talk, the only thing they could do was focus the tears rolling off their face and the blood on the table from their nose.

'thats not good' they thought knowing the mess they were about to witness 'this is not good' they tried to hum a little song only to be met with another slam to the table.

The thing about their Stand [Falling In Reverse] is that its a violent Stand that will do anything to protect their user. The music they constantly listened to not only kept [Falling In Reverse] calm but it kept them calm from a melt down in which they would have no control over their Stand. and now that the users shed blood they knew it was about to go down.

"Awwwe what a poor cry baby? feel like answering a simple question yet? or are you too cow-" the tall man was immediately cut off by an invisible punch to the throat. once he hit the ground he was met with a deep cut in the chest in the shape of an 'X'

The female cop immediately called for back up as the kid fell to the floor crying. The kid hates the sight of blood so upon seeing the Captain on the floor bleeding out and the sight of [Falling In Reverse]'s arm, which was a blade, covered in blood, they promptly passed out on the ground where they were taken into custody.

After 2 days of doing nothing in their prison cell besides trying to keep themself and their Stand calm, one of the prison guards came to let them know all charges have been dropped and they were free to go. They weren't sure what happened but after being walked out they were met with a tall man with a black bob and blue eyes wearing a white suit with polka dots and zippers. he was smiling softly at them.

"Ah finally, its nice to meet you. I am Bruno Bucciarati. I am the one that paid your bail, follow me if you would, I would love to talk to you" he greeted them softly. They didn't have any other choice but to follow the strange man named Bruno.

They went to a restaurant where he explained who he was and why he was doing what he was doing. He was the capo of his gang and treated his team like family. He explained what a Stand was to them in hopes they would tell him what abilities their stand has in which they didn't but Bruno kind enough to ignore the topic for now.

after several months they got to know his whole team including Abbachio, Mista, Fugo and your new best friend Narancia. Narancia went through something similar as the kid and they know this because Nara is not afraid to trust them. The two instantly clicked the day met.

Which brings us to now, Nara was sitting next to Y/n complaining about how Fugo shouldn't have authority over him considering he's older than Fugo. Mista, who was on the other side of you, chucked to himself as he set his can of sparkling water on the coffee table in front of him.

"you know Y/n probably isn't even listening to you considering they have their headphones on like always" Mista gestures to your headphones Nara gave to you for your birthday

"Mista shut up I know they would never ignore me like all of the women you tried to get with" Narancia came back at him with which left you giggling so hard you slid off the couch gripping your stomach

they started bickering and trying to roast each other, Mista even tried to pull a "yo mama" joke in which Narancia bluntly said "my momma is dead, baldy" this when on for 5 minutes and the entire time you were laughing your ass off. It ended abruptly when Bucciarati came into the lounging room and told them off. Mista went to his room and Narancia just played his music. who knew he liked ICP. Y/n decided to get up after they finally caught their breath and followed Bruno to his office.

"you doing okay?" they quietly asked the taller man once they reached his office

"I'm fine, I'm just trying to get this report filled out for signore Giovanna before the weekend" He sighed from how much work he has left.

He was obviously tired and working so hard the last two days. It was currently Thursday and he ha barely slept all week. Y/n decided to change that and get that man at least a nap in before he finishes. Y/n grabbed the pen from Bruno's hand and moved it aside. Before the Capo could protest he was pulled up from his chair and brought to the couch in his office to sit down with the younger person in the room. The male just playfully shook his eyes and shook his head

"alright 10 minutes" he put his arm around the kid's shoulders

all the younger one could do was giggle and give Bruno a side hug. after about 5 minutes of nothing but just sitting and relaxing they both started to get slightly tired, Bruno more than Y/n. He played his head on their and yawned.

"I love you Y/n, please don't leave me yet, I need you here with me" he spoke quietly and promptly fell asleep

The kid, also about to fall sleep, was surprised to hear those words from him. they felt something for him but they never thought that Bruno would feel the same way towards them. but they shook it off due to extreme tiredness.

"I love you too Capo" they spoke to him hoping he would hear it in his slumber

The kid carefully adjusted to where they both were laying on the couch, Bruno on top of them, before they fell asleep together.

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