#oh my god i think i might lie down and cry or something why am i getting like this over it its just math jfc

[catinasink]

mr anteater hanst posted the fucking online assignments how am i supposed to do them theyre due when we come back from spring break i think but he hasnt fucking posted them

jfc what am i supposed to do

guess????

[pockeymcmockey]

𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔞𝔯 | ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

Synopsis: The events of Blood and Cheese but told by someone else.

Warnings: Angst, death, descriptions of decapitation, insinuated touching of inappropriate places on a child (not sexually).

Author's Note: Wanted to try writing in a new point of view to make it easier for readers to place themselves as the main character.

Aelys is fussing in his crib tonight. He senses something I cannot. The twist in my stomach is unnerving, but I cannot tell the difference if it is anxiety or the babe growing in it. I comfort him the only way I know how. Brushing an index finger down the bridge of his nose, cooing him silently back to slumber, plentiful in dreams, perhaps. A brother, or perhaps a sister will be born soon. I hope for a daughter but I suppose Aelys is fit for braids as well.

A jiggle at the bedchamber door. Has Aemond returned? The boy grows restless, I think he is afraid. Is it because of his father? No. I know why, now. My heart is racing. I'm afraid, too. This smell, a rancid stench that turns my stomach and I gag. He is hungry, not for food but for something else. For me? Will he defile me? He's holding a weapon. It's cutting at my skin and it stings, but the blood tickles as it runs to soak my clothes.

He's speaking, to me, I think. Does he want coin? Jewels, maybe. I have a ring from Mother. Would he want that? I can't hear him. What is pounding in my ear? Oh... It's my heart. Yes, I am definitely afraid. I want to protect my child. I have to. But I cannot move an inch, not unless I want to meet the Gods, Old and New. Oh, he's not alone. Are they ratcatchers? The bigger one looks like a ratcatcher.

"Does she look like a fuckin' son to you?" The big one is afraid, too. I can tell. A son. They are not here for me. Are they here for Aemond? He's not here. He's away. Flea Bottom, usually. They want a son. I have a son. They'll take him. My boy. I love my boy. I can't stop them, though.

"She's the prince's lady wife," the smaller one answered. His nose presses against my jaw and it's cold. He reeks. I can't stand the smell, I might empty my stomach. He whispers words to me. He wants me to tell him if the child is a boy. I should lie. But what if they check? They'll hurt me for my untruthfulness. I'm scared. They'll hurt my baby.

"It's a boy."

The big one is touching my boy. He knows now. He's going to hurt him. Anything. Anything but my sweet Aelys. "Please..." I think I'm crying. My cheeks feel wet and my eyes sting. I can't see very well either. They're blurry. "Don't take my boy." They're not listening. They didn't listen. The short one released me, he's walking to the crib.

The large one pulled something out of his bag. Is- I can't breathe. The squelching, the smell. I run. Run out of the room and down the corridors. My belly churns. My heart feels sad and cold. I don't like this feeling. I want it to stop. There's mother's door. Mother. And Ser Criston. I fall at the bed. Clinging to my unborn child. My chest hurts. It's my heart, I think.

"They killed the boy." I think I said it out loud but my ears ring too loudly for me to tell. I wish Aemond were here. He'll be angry. He'll burn someplace I think. He always burns things when he's angry. Mother's getting dressed. Ser Criston, too. I think they heard me. I don't want to go back. Mother said I should stay here. I will.

They've returned. It's been an hour. They said they've found Aelys' head. They took my boy's head. I'm crying again. I weep for my son. Aemond is home. He stands at the door looking at me. Just looking. I think he is sad too. His eye holds a tear unshed. Is he sorry? I hope not. I don't think I could forgive him if he was.

"Are you harmed?" He asks me. I nod but I cannot speak. I have no other words to say. I miss my lovely boy. He was beautiful like his father. He was kind. Aemond looks angry again. Not at me, I think. He's kneeling now. His touch is soft when he brushes my cheek. Oh, he's wiping my tears. He tells me to sleep. That he'll be back in the morning. I know he's going to hurt them. But I listen. I don't want to sleep on the bed. The floor is comfortable.

I don't remember falling asleep but I'm awake now. I want to see the aftermath. It's upsetting. It's also lonely. The crib is gone. They're building a new one for the babe. They'll be here soon. My belly is large. I don't want another child. I want Aelys. I'm being selfish. I like being selfish. Aemond is selfish. I was alone. He was with his mistress.

I care not for a child I know not.

How ironic. The sky is lovely this morrow. The wind blows stronger. The grass grows greener. And Aelys is... beautiful.

[xo-kyeong]

Laughter and mild snickering are all you hear from behind the door.

God, this is embarrassing

“COME ON Y/N!” Mina shouts from the living room of your shared dorm, all 5 of them waiting for you to test if your shared dorm had soundproof walls.

“WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SEX NOISES?” You ask in humiliation. Fuck they’re gonna have a field day with this. “Y/n! My arms are getting tired from holding the phone! Get on with it already!” Denki whines.

“WHY DON’T YOU GUYS DO IT, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME?” You cry out as you bang your head dramatically onto the door. Am I really doing this?

“Should I like- moan like how a normal person would moan?” You ask sheepishly. Sero and Bakugou are behind Denki trying their hardest to contain their laughter.

Kirishima, Denki, and Mina on the other hand are ruthless. Absolutely dying of laughter.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!!” You cry out in protest, but they’re all insisting you do it.

“Y/n, how are we supposed to know if one of us can invite someone over?” Sero insists.

Then again, you’ve been dying to get yourself off for a while now because of your hectic schedule. Maybe knowing if your roomies can hear you pleasuring yourself is useful information after all.

“Okay okay- OH MY GOD I CAN’T” you laugh a bit out of embarrassment and they all laugh with you because this is pretty stupid.

“Sero will go in and test with you! That way you won’t be the only one feeling embarrassed!” Mina suggests, and that idea actually made the situation even worse.

There’s nothing more humiliating than to hear your friend’s moans and him hearing yours!

“WHAT? I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS-“ Sero protests, eyebrows raised and arms up as if he was adamant. But then after a few minutes of teasing from Mina and Denki, he finally caved in and joined you in the room.

“You really don’t have to do this you know?” You tell Sero, I mean, he’s probably uncomfortable-

“I don’t mind, besides, I’ve always liked your voice in bed” you’re full-blown red and flustered.

“We’re roommates Sero! You can’t be saying shit like that” you turn away, hiding your reddened face from his devilishly handsome (and irritating) face.

“Who says we can’t? Why don’t I start first, hmm?” He gives Denki the go signal and starts clapping.

“Sero- omg” you were hysterical, this is just downright stupid.

“Go on, just say ‘oh’ or whatever, better yet, say my name instead” he gives you a wink and you roll your eyes at him, fighting the urge to actually tackle this man and literally make this “fake” scenario into a reality.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this-“ you take a breath and started whimpering as Sero was clapping his hands at a steady pace.

“You’re so tight y/n- fuck” Sero shamelessly moaned, causing everyone outside the room to cackle.

“You’re brave” you whispered.

“But I should be the one making sounds here” you teased. And that riled him up, the way you went from utterly humiliated to bold and daring just did something to him. You effortlessly matched his energy just like that.

“Mhm, oh my god Sero- Oh keep going” you closed your eyes dramatically, trying to make this scenario as realistic as possible.

Sero quickened the pace of his clapping, groaning with you.

“Oh my god Sero, I’m gonna-“ you whimper and moan as you would if you were actually having sex. And Sero isn’t going to lie, he didn’t know if he should be worried because you moan so well that when he DOES have sex with you he might think you’re just faking it for his ego.

Both of you calmed down and stepped out of the room, looking at Mina for their final verdict.

“Well, it’s slightly soundproof- we all just have to make sure that none of you boys go too rough on whoever you bring home. Got it?” Mina says while holding the phone and placing it in front of you and Sero.

You and Sero re-watched the clip, hearing most of Sero’s clapping. Your own moans weren’t that noticeable, other than your “oh’s” and Sero’s groans.

“Well- y/n you sure do know how to act like you’re getting railed- have you ever faked an orgasm before?” Mina curiously asks, and you couldn’t say anything other than a whispered “kind of”

“GIRL- WE WON’T KNOW IF YOU’RE BEING WELL TAKEN CARE OF! WE WOULD BARELY KNOW THE DIFFERENCE” Mina screams, making you turn your head away from her booming voice.

All four boys were equally shocked at your revelation, you’ve faked an orgasm before? their eyes were wide, and jaws dropped.

You sheepishly brush them off though, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. but to Sero, it clearly is. The others let you off, except for him of course. The rest of them finally went into their own rooms, bidding everyone goodnight, you were about to go to your own room after you refill your water bottle, that is until a pair of hands wrapped around your waist. You knew who it was going to be, his long and slender arms are easily distinguishable. “Sero?” you hum, “why aren’t you going to bed yet, huh?” you close the lid of your water bottle so that you could turn around and face him. “you’ve never faked with me... right?” he looks down at you with pleading eyes, he looks just like a begging puppy.  “oh, Sero. my poor baby, couldn’t get your mind off of that?” you chuckle at him when he holds you closer. “I’m serious y/n! do you actually feel good?” he whines, and that has you laughing lightly at how needy and desperate he sounds. “Sero, I’ve never faked an orgasm with you. in-fact, you’re the one and only guy who ever treated me right” you smile, wrapping your own arms around him to comfort him. Sighing when you savored his warmth and comfort. The fact that none of your other roommates know about your relationship is thrilling, yet sometimes it still manages to boil down to calm and quiet moments like this. “I love you, Sero” you look up at him, your eyes droopy due to the sudden sleepiness.  He reaches down to kiss you on the forehead, “I love you so much, Mi Amor” he rubs your cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you on the lips. It’s nice to have a secret relationship, calm and quaint.  But you’d be surprised to hear that 3 other people are listening in on your conversation, fully containing their excitement at how sweet you and Sero are to each other.

[beaker1636]

Busted - Chris Motionless Smut

A light cry escapes your lips when there is a knock on your hotel door, ripping you away from the orgasm that you were just falling over the edge of.  You were so close and now you are having to wrench the toy out of yourself with a sigh.

“Give me just a minute, I am just getting out of the shower,” you call.  Trying to buy yourself a few moments to collect yourself before you have to answer.  You finally have time off and one of the bastards has to interrupt your alone time.. The alone time that you desperately need.  Luckily right before you started you had showered so your hair is still pretty wet, making your lie somewhat believable.  You slip a shirt on and quickly throw on a pair of shorts before you rush to answer the door, being greeted by Chris standing in front of you.

“Oh, hey. What is up Chris?” you ask, trying not to look annoyed, or to let it show that you were just getting yourself off to the thought of being underneath him, lightly moaning his name as you fucked yourself with a toy in your hotel room.

It’s not your fault that he is so fucking attractive, that he likes to keep fucking around with the microphone stand on stage… that his makeup lately has gotten more and more attractive in your opinion.  And that fucking purple hair, you don’t know why it is so fucking hot to you, but it is.  

“The guys all went off somewhere, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something.  If not it is no big deal, just figured we both were staying behind so,” he says, giving you a smile.

“Uh yeah sure, we can find a movie and watch it,” you say, opening the door up more to try and let him in.

He walks in and takes a seat in one of the chairs in your room, watching you walk in before glancing away from you… suddenly turning bright red and glancing away from where he was looking, making you wonder what the hell just happened.  You quickly look towards your bed where his eyes were and instantly turn red, covering your face with your hands as you realize what he just saw.

“Oh my fucking god, Chris, I-sorry.  I thought I put it away, fuck.  This is so embarrassing, I am so sorry, shit,” you start rambling, rushing to put the dildo that you had left out on your hotel bed away in your suitcase.  Embarrassed to the point of almost tears, wishing the ground would eat you alive right now.  You swear you put it away, how the hell did you forget to do so when you were in your suitcase before answering the door.

“Did I interrupt something? I can leave if you need me to,” he says, glancing over at you.  Feeling almost as uncomfortable as you are right now, both of you struggling to figure out what to say or do next.  

“Uh no, that’s fine.  We can skip to the movie and pretend that this never happened,” you answer, refusing to look at him. “I don’t want us to be awkward, fuck I’m so embarassed right now.” You mumble, glancing down at your feet before taking a seat on the bed and grabbing the tv remote.

“Why, we all do it.  It’s just easier for us guys…. So did it do the job or do you want some help?” He asks, glancing over to you out of the corner of his eye.  Hoping that you might take him up on this offer, allow him to help you get the relief you clearly needed… and get himself some much needed relief as well.  Especially now when he saw that, and the thought of you fucking yourself with the toy has him slightly worked up, has him half hard if he is being honest, but he won’t say that outloud.  Fuck, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find you attractive, he wouldn’t be against doing things with you if you let him.

He notices how stiff you go when you hear his words, that you tense on the spot and look like you have no clue what to think, how to respond.  Your eyes get large as you process what was just said, the shock visible on your face.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You ask, there is no way that you just heard his question right, that he just offered to help you get off.

“I asked if you wanted some help.  Sometimes it is better to let someone else get you off than yourself, and we could help each other relieve some stress and relax? I help you, you help me and then we act like it didn’t happen…. Shit I shouldn’t have asked, pretend that I didn’t.  This is a bad idea,” he says with a groan, his hand now running through his hair in frustration and embarrassment.

You know this is stupid, that there is no way that you should say yes to this, let him touch you like this when you already have a crush on him.  But part of you wants to say yes, recognizes that this could make things messy, but when would you have this chance again? 

“I, I mean okay.  If you wanted to, just two friends helping each other out right? It doesn’t have to be anything weird.  So I mean, if you want to we can,” you respond.  This time you are watching him, waiting to see how he responds. Praying that he takes the initiative and does something, anything because you know that you could never make the first move yourself. You can see the wheels turning in his head and can't figure out what he is thinking, it is making you anxious.

“Yes, two friends helping each other,” he says softer this time.  You can see the bulge forming in his pants and debate going over to him to help try and relieve it, but you just can’t bring yourself to make that first move.

A few moments later, after both of you sit there awkwardly and don’t acknowledge each other he mumbles a fuck it and makes his way over to you.  You glance up at him from where you are sitting, him towering over you as he stands in front of you.  A couple seconds of him just standing there and he moves to sit right next to you.  Instantly grabbing the back of your head and crashing your lips to his, no hesitation, no holding back.  You give in almost immediately, letting him take what he wants from you when his tongue meets yours, clashing and harsh as the two of you search for the pleasure the other could bring.  

His hands quickly settle on your waist, one slipping up underneath your shirt before he gets annoyed and just lifts it off of you, groaning when he realizes you have no bra on.

“Can I ask you something, were you doing this when I knocked on your door? Is that why you didn’t answer the door right away?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as one of his hands starts to toy with one of your nipples, bringing it to a stiff peak and making you shudder from how sensitive you currently are.  When you don’t answer he pinches it rather harshly. “I asked you a question.”

You whine, enjoying the sting but not wanting to admit it to him. “I, yes.  I was so close when you interrupted me,” you admit, throwing your head back when he lightens his touch, moving his fingers to your other one, leaving teasing touches around it. You squirming in your place, feeling so sensitive that you could almost finish just from him playing with your tits, why does that feel so good when he does that?

“What were you thinking about while you were fucking yourself? Were you thinking about someone?” He asks you, his lips now nipping at your ear while he speaks.  

You let out a shuddered breath, not wanting to admit to him that it was him that you were thinking about but scared if you don’t answer him that he will stop what he is doing and that idea scares you even more at this point.

“I-fuck-I was thinking about you, pretending that it was you who was fucking me, not the toy,” you admit, regretting your words the second that they left your mouth.

His hands still for a moment, one of them moving to push you down onto your back while he settles himself over the top of you, watching you with half lidded eyes.  Just hearing you say those words could have just made him cum in his pants, hearing that you were thinking of him touching you, fucking you.  That you want this too, fuck, you are going to be the death of him.

He slips his own shirt off before his face is in your neck, leaving kisses along your throat while one of his hands snakes down your torso, settling on your shorts.  He dips his hands below the waistband right as he starts sucking a mark into your skin.

The groan that he lets out when he feels you, feels how wet you are is the most sinful thing you have heard in your life, the most erotic and you pray you never forget how it sounds. He peels his lips away from your throat, bringing his fingers away from your folds to look at it, noticing the sheen of your arousal on them.

“Fuck, you’re so, thinking of me touching you got you this wet.  Fuck,” he says, glancing at your face before his gaze returns to his fingers, slipping them into his mouth so that he can taste you.  Making sure that you are watching him do so, that you can see just how much he is craving you like you are him.

“Can I, I want to use the toy on you.  Make you come with it before I fuck you and prove to you that the real thing is better, can I do that, please?” He asks you, making sure that your eyes meet his, that you can see how much he desires you right now.

When you nod your head he slowly lifts himself away from you, stepping towards your suitcase to pull the toy back out before settling by your feet.  Silently urging you to spread your legs and let him see how wet your cunt is before he slowly slides the dildo inside of you, being met with absolutely no resistance.  

You throw your head back against the mattress when he begins to slowly, teasingly, slide the toy in and out of you, making you ache for more.  Your hips are bucking to try and get more from the toy when he doesn’t give it to you.

“You like that, it’s not enough though is it? Beg for it, beg me to fuck you with it,” he demands, watching you closely when you let a little whine out.  He wants to see you give in, let him take charge and take care of you.  Wants to hear how much you want it.

“I, please Chris, I, I need more.  Please will you?” You ramble, struggling to form a coherent thought as he continues to barely rock the toy inside of you, tormenting you with how slow he is being.

“Please what?” He asks, eyes meeting yours as you let out another whine.

“Please, fuck me with it Chris,” you mumble, covering your face with your hands because you feel shy asking, no begging him for what you need right now.

The second the words are out of your mouth he thrusts the toy inside of you roughly, starting a pace that makes your toes curl almost instantly.  It feels so much better with him doing it to you, he is able to get it deeper and harder than you can yourself.  You throw your head back and close your eyes, feeling yourself get closer to the edge, but not quite there.

One of your hands subconsciously settles on your breast, pinching and kneading your nipple yourself without realizing what you are doing.  Seeking out more pleasure than you are already receiving, craving touch there.

“Oh shit, that is hot.  Yes, play with your tits for me,” Chris groans, watching you do so for a few moments, overtaken by the thoughts that the sight of you is bringing him right now. 

You listen and continue, letting out a gasp when you feel his thumb from his free hand begin to circle your clit, unable to ignore just how close you are now.  Everything is getting to be too much, you just want to cum.

“Fuck, please, I’m close,” you whine, shifting your hips while seeking out the release that you need.  

“Okay, let go. Cum for me,” he groans, watching you closely as you do.  Your chest heaving, your legs clenching, you panting as you breathe through it, letting out sounds that will haunt his wet dreams for months while continuing to fuck you through it until you start to come down from the high. 

When you come down and nudge him away he leans back over you, giving you a kiss while he chuckles, watching you open your eyes.  “Welcome back, now, should I show you how much better my cock is than this toy? Ruin it for you so that you will always think of me when you get yourself off from now on?”

You can’t find the words to speak so you just nod, giving him your permission to keep going.  

“On your hands and knees for me,” he says, moving to slip his jeans and underwear off while you do as he asks.  Him admiring your ass while you get into the position he asks you to, no hesitation on your part.  Makes him want you that much more seeing how submissive you are for him, maybe you two need to do this more than just this time.  

Clearing those thoughts from his head he kneels on the bed behind you, one hand settling on your ass as he gives it a light slap before it moves, settling on your hip as he helps position himself, barely nudging the tip in before stopping.  You instantly whine, growing desperate you rock your hips back into his, forcing him to enter you further as you take him inside of you completely.

“Needy little thing aren’t you, I don’t even have to do any work,” he breathes out, watching you begin to work yourself on his cock.  He lets you do so a few more times before his grip on your hips tighten and he thrusts harshly inside of you, taking the charge from you while setting a relentless pace, taking you hard and rough in ways that you have never experienced before.  

Your mind shuts off while you focus on how great he is making you feel, on how hard and deep his thrusts are inside of you, touching you in ways you have never been touched before.  You never would have thought that you would enjoy being taken so roughly, enjoy letting a man use your body for what he wants.

His fingers find themselves around your throat, applying light pressure around it. Another first that you are enjoying way too much, he isn’t even cutting off your breathing but just knowing he can has you growing even wetter, if that's possible, around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m getting close y/n.  Touch your clit, make yourself cum around me,” he says, moving his hand to grab yours, making it settle between the apex of your thighs.  Encouraging you to do as he asked, which you do without a passing thought.  Feeling yourself grow close, starting to clench around him as you come closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand finds its way around your throat again, this time applying more pressure and that does it for you.  The stimulation of him fucking you, rubbing your clit and now that is too much, making you cum abruptly, with no warning around him.  You tighten and clench around him, milking his cock as you finish with a loud moan, unable to help yourself as you are hit with the strongest orgasm you have felt in your life.

A few moments later you feel him pull out of you, hear him panting as he jerks himself, finishing on your back with another groan before letting himself fall next to you on the bed.  Both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath from what just happened, as your minds begin to realize what the two of you just did together and it all hits you.

A few moments later Chris speaks up, “I’m going to get something to clean you, I’ll be right back.”

He returns with a towel and helps wipe the mess off your back for you, not wanting you to try and miss some or to stretch too much, because after how rough he was with you he’d be shocked if you were not sore soon.

Both of you lay there, quiet for a moment while you try to come up with what to say, with what you think and want.  Finally he breaks the silence.

“So, I know this is out of order but am I allowed to take you on a date the next time we have a day off?” He asks, glancing at you with a shy smile that makes you giggle.

“Of course you can… but don’t think that you are going to get any again any time soon, I think I may be slightly out of commission for awhile,” you joke, moving to give him a soft kiss.  “I’m kind of glad that you caught me, would have made sure you did sooner if I knew it would lead to this.”

“I’m glad I caught you too,” he says with a laugh.

[oh-no-its-bird]

For the Uchiha Houhua AU, how does he survive the massacre? I'm guessing either he uses his poison skills to fake his death or he does the 'actually I was a prodigy all along' thing in front of Itachi. Itachi spends the next several years being driven a little insane by finding this out about his old friend.

Also does Houhua incarnate as a baby? Because if so he was probably old enough to babysat by Obito. I feel like you could do something interesting with that.

On that note his relationship with kakashi. Like that's his little brother figures sensei, and he was a shizun in his last life, he knows what it is to be a good teacher and kakashi in the early series is not that. If he also knew Obito and knows that that's his eye in kakashi's head? Oof.

How much of the Uchiha eye thing does he get? Does he have his sharingan? Or the mangekyou?

Also, wasn't it cannon that part of the reason why danzo let Itachi let Sasuke live was because he was a moldable child? How does he feel about having a semi adult Uchiha still alive? I feel like Houhua is walking a constant tightrope of protecting himself and Sasuke and not being seen as a threat by the creepy old man.

THIS IS A WONDERFUL QUESTION!! I. Am not too sure, actually

I feel like it'd probably be him trying to fight back maybe? Faking his death absolutely sounds like the shit hed do tho, so hmm might put that in his back pocket too

Either way, Houhua vs Itachi 1v1 where they're surprisingly well matched sounds really fun I cant lie.

Mmmm, maybe he can 1v1 Itachi and hold up surprisingly well? Itachi is doing the what is this, how are you doing this, have you been hiding yourself from me this whole time?! routine as Houhua goes fuck shit oh my god oh my god I cant believe that worked oh fuck--

Then Obito fucking teleports behind Houhua and stabs him. Oopsies!

Houhua somehow survives due to genuine luck, and gets a hint about there having been more than 1 person at the massacre maybe?

Idk if thatd work tho. Mmmm so many thoughts.

I do think that no matter what, Houhua would have to be "defeated" in some way. Play dead for a bit. If he comes out of the fight having visibly won, it'll spell problems and set dominos in motion I dont want dominoing just yet

So no matter what, he's ending the fight face down on the floor

ALSO THATS. SUCH A GOOD POINT ACTUALLY SHIT, DID OBITO HELP BABYSIT HIM?? Houhua did reincarnate as a baby, tho I think there was some soft mental block on him becoming truly conscious till he was at least around 5 years old. So by the time he was conscious at least, Obito was already gone. Rip!

I think that Kakashi wouldnt be immune to looking at Houhua and seeing the reflection of another cry baby ninja, though Houhua wouldn't have any real memory of Obito (tho he might have heard ab him before, with some clan members comparing them quietly when they think he's not listening)

Anyways I need a scene where Houhua and Obito meet once Houhua is older and Houhua straight up says "You know, I never did get why people thought we were anything alike" as a clear insult

Rare Houhua w !!

I think Houhua has an unusually difficult time manifesting anything w his eyes just bc of the emotional walls he has up between him and everyone around him. He does not allow himself to feel deeply for anyone enough for his eyes to be affected, no matter how fond he may grow of them. There is always a wall between him and the world.

I do also however think that no matter how hard he tries to distance himself from the people around him, even having known for years now that they'd all die this way, seeing the people who he was raised around all die to the hands of a boy he might have grown fond of--

Yeah.

Not even he's immune to that.

So when the massacre happens, he'll at least get his sharingan, tho idk how man tomoe (and I cant really remember what is needed to gain each tomoe, so, oops)

I do think he'd have an incredibly difficult time manifesting his mangekyou, for all the reasons above, so if he ever does it'd be way down the line.

I also think it'd be super fucking interesting (especially from an outsiders perspective) if he manifested it somehow due to MBJ's involvement, since his reincarnation is wandering around here somewhere as Jun, and does not remember Houhua

Houhua has no explanation for why he cares about this man deeply enough to manifest the mangekyou. Sorry.

Also, Im ngl, as I write this I can totally see an argument for something along the lines of "well Houhua went through a fuck ton of trauma as SQH, so what if when he regains his memories around 5, he automatically unlocks his sharingan just through that remembered trauma? Then just keeps it secret for years until the massacre"

I think that could be interesting tbh, it would also tell a story all on its own ab his grief for his past life and all the people there. Smthn to think ab, idk

Houhua is a bit too old and way too clever for Danzo's liking. hHis one only saving grace is that, on the surface at least, he's a fuckin worm of a boy and has literally no achievements other than having survived Itachi

He isn't worth getting rid of yet, but Danzo has an eye on him, just waiting for a reason to potentially knock him off.

Good think Houhua decided not to go the child prodigy route!! Putting his own flaws and weaknesses on blast to all of Konoha probably saved his fucking ass with Danzo. At least for now, anyways.

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

tsc spoilers to share the brainrot but just a few small moments for you that are just sitting in my head that I NEED to talk to someone about

- jeans promise to Kevin

- Jean hurting Jeremy during practice “Away, Jean. You’re hurting me.”

- “Now I am not safe with you, Captain” because jer asked about Riko

- jer calling Kevin and asking if Riko broke his hand

- just fucking RIKO oh man we knew he was bad but lordy lordy lord he’s a monster

What do you think of it? How do you feel about Jean? Or Jeremy?

I need you to know that all of things you've noted made me cry. okay anyway

tsc spoilers under the cut xx

Jean's promise to Kevin? I fucking threw up brother. like it just. that whole scene and all the complicated feelings has about Kevin (and Neil) but he's still not breaking Kevin's promise. he still makes promises with Neil. like just that small, almost childish hope in him. he doesn't hate Kevin nearly as much as he wants to say he does now that he's gone and I'm so obsessed with it

oh the "Away, Jean" scenes broke my heart because I have a feeling Nora might use Jeremy saying Jean hurt him in the future. be it Jeremy finally Losing It about something and snapping (unlikely) or Jean using it as an excuse as to why he shouldn't look at Jeremy (very likely). they both break my whole heart with this scene, but I loved watching (well reading) Jean grow as a player and as a person, and start to understand that he can change his little habits. it'll just take time and watching his coaches and captain give him the grace he needs for that learning curve has me nawing on the bars of my enclosure

on top of that, Jean telling Jeremy he didn't feel safe? gagged. the fact that Jeremy, despite KNOWING it was a bad choice, stepped away and respected Jean's (slightly self-destructive) boundaries? screaming and yelling and crying my eyes out. that scene hurt me in so many ways, but the biggest one is the fact that Jean knew Jeremy would respect him if he said it. I mean it was like a punch in the throat, but it created a lot of trust between them based on Jean's boundaries and I cannot be normal about it

I'm not gonna lie, I giggled a bit at Jeremy's absolute rudeness on that phone call. like it was definitely heartbreaking and I want to give Kevin a hug. and Jean. and Neil. but the gall to call someone and immediately ask for their traumatic backstory is crazy. anyway, that scene was sad but other than giggling a bit at Jeremy's word choices, it didn't evoke a ton of emotion in me? i already knew about Kevin's had from TFC-TKM so it didn't surprise me, but I did feel terrible for Jeremy and how he found out. he will be making GOOD use of his therapist in the future I just know it

I HATE RIKO. OH MY GOD. the whole book everytime I say his, or Grayson, or Zane's name I had to say a quick prayer for the murderous thoughts running through my head. I hate him I need to hurt him even though he's already dead

i loved this book so much. once the mental illness about it dies down and I can think of it without my heart crumbling I'm going to reread it. I loved all the characters (minus all of the Ravens of course) and I cannot wait for tsc2 to come out. I'm sooo excited and I hope we get a bit more on Jeremy's family and how he thinks he ruined it. it was such a beautiful book and it makes me so sick to my stomach (in a good way) and I love it like my firstborn

I loved loved loved Jean and Jeremy, both separately and together. the parallels of Jean's family giving him up as a child but Jeremy's family not letting him leave even though he's an adult? Nora is fucking insane and i love her for it. her brain is just so good. I hope they get more of Jean accepting he has a family with Cat and Laila and Jeremy. I hope he starts referring to the house they share as HIS house, instead of calling it Laila's. I know he already called it home but I need him to take personal possession of things other than his notebooks. he and Jeremy deserve the whole world and I trust Nora whole heartedly to give them that after she torments us first ♡♡♡

[caotictimmy]

ok guys how would gangle react if jax hit the reader with a brick (romantically)

SORRY IT TOOK SO SO SO LONG,again if you’ve seen my recent post you would know why, but before I go again until Halloween I’m just trying to clear out some of my request, and since I’m gonna be gone for some days I decided to turn it into a little one shot(hope you don’t mind) but I’ll have a little head canon on part at the top),GN READER (IM GINNA CRY WHY DID IT DELTE MH FIRST PARAGRAPH) sorry to the ppl who had to seee the shut version of my work because it deleted my first paragraph into the oneshot)

☆poor gangle, poor poor gangle😭

☆she would be absolutely be shell shocked when it first happened

☆she was panicking so hard Jax thought she might abstract right then and there

☆she honestly wouldn’t know what to do she would probably think you might have died

☆but she tries her best to comfort you

☆and lest be honest you falling down from a flying brick would probably make her comedy mask fall off

☆so she’s not the best😭she’ll probably get so overwhelmed all she could do was call Caine

☆but once you we told to go back to your room she comes to visit you to make sure your ok:3

One shot under here

You were friends with Jax’s, surprising I know, you would always make sure he didn’t go to crazy with his pranks especially with gangle

Soon though, Jax took notice of this, how you would always be a little bit(a lot of bit) more defensive of gangle then any one else, when he confronted you about it, all you said was that her mask could break easily and we don’t want it to break in little pieces and not be able to be fixed.he knew you were lying, even you know that was a bad lie.

He’s seen you nervously talking to gangle, he always suspected something was up with you guys, he honestly almost threw up from all your “lovey dovey feelings trash”, he was so sick of it.so sick of it in fact.

Jax decided he wanted to do something about, he decided he wanted to be your wingman,but with out you even knowing though, cause what would be the fun in telling you am I right?he advised a plan, a stupid over the top ridiculous plan, it’s Jax, of course he’s gonna do something drastic

As you were having a nice and peaceful conversation with gangle, giggling with her about a stupid story about how bubble almost ate caine’s hand off,trying your best to not stumble over your words, you were unsuspecting, so so unsuspecting,yes you did get pranked by Jax a lot but he would at least tone it down because you would try and find a way to get back at him, but you would never expect him to do well..

Just as you were about to get to the part where Caine short circuited, BANG and then a loud thud is all you could process, what just happened, you couldn’t know,”OH GOD ARE YOU OK?”, you heard tangles frantic voice, you swear you were seeing stars when you looked up. “H-huh…”, you couldn’t even process what was happening you mind was just kinda blank, you felt gangle’s ribbon arms wrap around you, “OH NO NO.. JAX! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!” She yelled frantically.

You felt your brain spinning, in your consciousness state you decided to be bold,” you..you know gangle” you giggle out a little bit in a woozy voice, “your like…really really pretty, and your so nice and and…” you trail off making kissing sounds then you kinda just fall asleep, the brick sure knocked you out good, but Jax got a kick out of what was about to happen next.

Gangle was takin aback, she started rambling (not knowing you kinda..passed out) about how she didn’t think you liked her back, she got so worked up her comedy masked dropped.😭

I think I’m gonna get one more story before I Actually go on break until Halloween

[spectrechosts]

Beast Of Burden

The third arc taking place in the Better Off Alone setting!

This one focuses on Kallixenia and her relationship with her paladin order.

Full Series

"Hey Kallie?" Lunaeris says, sticking her head out of a door that goes nowhere. "Could I trouble you for a bit?"

It's unusual for Lunaeris to make use of their collapsible cabin, but perhaps she doesn't want any interruptions.

"Of course, beloved." Says Kallixenia, and she follows her through the door into their magical abode.

There's a wide magical circle painted on the floor, and Lunaeris steps into it and sits down as she begins to explain.

"I'm sure you'll have seen one of these before, in your paladin training. A circle of truth- Very straightforward, no lie can be spoken within its bounds. I would like it if you joined me within."

Kallixenia's heart sinks. Why would she want that, unless-

"You… suspect me of dishonesty, Princess?" She asks, quietly. "Have I done something to upset you?"

"Not dishonesty in the way you think. And… somewhat, but not on purpose." Says Lunaeris. "I'm not mad at you, and I'll not force you, but I think this will be good for us."

She waits, a gentle expression on her face, and Kallixenia gingerly steps into the circle and sits.

"Not dishonesty in the way I think, Princess?" She asks, and Lunaeris nods.

"It'll make sense in a moment. First, I wanted to discuss our upcoming travel plans, if that's alright."

"…Sure?" Kallixenia says, furrowing her brow.

"Lagakh says she has a lead on a wyvern nest, and that's where they're all headed. We're welcome to join them."

"Oh gods, a whole nest?" She says, thinking. "We could do it, I think; but you must already know that you in particular would have a tough time."

Lunaeris wrinkles her nose and nods.

"I know, I know, fire resistant. Still, nice step on the way to fighting a full-on dragon." She says. "But I thought the same thing, so I did some looking around on my own. There's a town a few days from here with an old castle that's fallen into disrepair, they say it's full of ghosts! I think that could be fun."

Kallixenia nods. "Either sounds fine to me." She says, and Lunaeris gets a strange look in her eye, just for a moment.

"I thought they might." She says, watching her carefully. "But I was just wondering if you had anywhere you wanted to go."

Kallixenia shrugs, and opens her mouth, and no words come out. Just a faint, croaking exhale.

"Uh-?" She says, and Lunaeris sighs.

"You tried to lie to me." She says quietly, and Kallixenia scrambles to explain.

"I- It's not- Princess, I, I don't-"

"Relax, Kallie. I'm not accusing you of trying to maliciously deceive me. I say again, bound to truth just as you are: I am not mad at you. You are free to leave the circle, and should you choose to we'll speak no more of it."

She gently takes the half-giant's hand.

"Would you tell me why you lied, beloved? Please?"

Kallixenia's face is hot with shame.

"It… I suppose I just didn't think it was important. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, my love." Lunaeris says, cupping Kallixenia's cheek. "Why didn't you think it was important, hm?"

"I, I'm not sure." Says Kallie, through shaky breaths. Lunaeris isn't mad at her, she didn't do anything wrong, so why does she feel as though she might cry?

Why does she feel like her wife is digging up a shameful secret she didn't fully know she was hiding?

"Is…" Lunaeris asks softly. "Is it because it's just for you?"

Kallixenia, reflexively, wants to say no. But she can't. Not because of the spell, but because-

Because, what if the spell does stop her? What would- What would that mean?

"I think that things just for you are important." Lunaeris says, saving her from having to answer. "Heavens know you go along with enough things just because I want them."

"…I like to see you happy."

"And I you."

"W-Well, making you happy makes me happy, so-"

"Kallie." Lunaeris cuts her off, smiling slightly. "We can go in circles like this all day, or you can tell me where it is you'd like to go."

The knight fidgets.

"You won't like it." She says.

"That's fine."

"I… would like to visit home. B-But, I know that it would be troublesome-"

"Oh it'll be a huge pain in the ass. You're right, I don't like that." Lunaeris says.

"R-Right, so, it's not-"

"Heading with Lagakh's crew will take us along the border of the Elven Kingdom. We cut through there to the mountains, you can visit your sisters, I can deal with my father, we'll meet back up with them for the next job." She sighs.

"We don't have to." Says Kallixenia, nervously.

"I wasn't under the impression we did."

"Right, so, some other time maybe-"

"Kallie." Lunaeris huffs, and her knight whines. "Impose upon me, please, I'm asking. We're partners! My wants do not supersede yours! If you don't want to, we won't go; but don't decide on my behalf that I won't allow it."

"…I do want to." She mumbles. "I'm sorry."

Tears drip down her cheeks, and she can't quite explain why. She feels like- She doesn't know. A bad paladin. A bad wife. Making Lunaeris do this, just for her sake.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Lunaeris hums softly, tilting Kallixenia's head to meet her gaze. "Still in the circle of truth, still not mad at you, okay? Not mad at you for wanting to visit home, not mad at you for having trouble asking."

Kallixenia sniffles a little, and nods.

"Is there, um, is there anything that you would like, while we're there?" She asks, and Lunaeris croaks softly in response, words stolen from her lips.

"Oh, dammit." She says. "Hypocrite that I am. Alright, there's something, but- It's a lot to ask of you, and I think you'll find it upsetting."

"You could never ask too much of me, my love." Says Kallixenia, and Lunaeris grimaces.

"That's, well, it has to do with that actually. Oh, how do I say this gently…"

Lunaeris takes a deep breath, and Kallixenia waits expectantly. What does she mean, it has to do with that?

"Kallie, you are… one of the kindest people I have ever met. And, that's beautiful, and wonderful, and… and I don't think it's good for you. Not- Not the way that you go about it, right now."

"What?" Kallixenia asks, shocked, and Lunaeris puts a hand up to stop her.

"Let me say what I have to say." She says, and Kallixenia waits for her to continue. "Kallie, you want to help people, and that's great! I do too! We'd be awful adventurers, if we didn't. But, I… You remember that time I ran away from the castle? When we had that talk about how your church was maybe using you for money rather than actually having you help people?"

Kallixenia nods, but-

She hasn't worked with the church officially for over a year now. What does that have to do with-

"I think that that might have, um, deeper ramifications, than I was aware of at the time. That- That you may have been raised, and trained, to believe that certain things were… are… oh, hells."

"Lunaeris, just tell me." Kallixenia says. Lunaeris has never been shy about her disagreements with the church. Why now?

"Kallie, there are a lot of rich assholes willing to pay a lot of money for someone to follow them around and be tough and never do anything they don't want and- and- and die for them." Lunaeris says shakily. "And I think that your church had a material interest in making you believe that that sort of thing was what it meant to be kind, and- and it's not."

She shakes her head.

"Kallie, your paladin oath disgusts me. Not just because I specifically don't want you specifically to die for me. It's barbaric, it's ghoulish, I don't think anyone should be that kind of paladin. I don't think-"

She exhales, hesitant to continue.

"Kallie I don't think you should be that kind of paladin anymore. I want you to change your oath."

Kallixenia's head swims.

Lunaeris doesn't like her oath, she knows this, she's known this ever since the Princess was made aware of it, but-

…All of it? She was just- Trained wrong?

Could that be true?

Surely the gods wouldn't-

Oh, but, they had, though. They had clearly been on board with the whole 'guarding rich assholes' thing. Lunaeris was right about that, and she- she clearly believes this to be true, or she wouldn't be able to speak it in the circle.

But she- she knows how to be kind! And if she, if she…

If she's scared to ask her own wife to do something inconvenient for her, because it would mean that she's not putting her wants first…

"Oh." She says, with a knot inside her chest.

"I'm- I'm sorry, that's too much, that's way too much. I'm- I could be wrong." Lunaeris babbles, her voice cracking. "You- If this is what you want, if it's what you think is right, I'll leave it alone. I promise."

"I uh. I don't know." Kallixenia says, blankly. "I think I'll have to think about that for… a while. But… I can't change my oath, Lunaeris. That's- That's kind of the point, you have to stick to them. I'm already pushing it, not binding my life to anyone."

"Do you think the gods would make an exception for a hero of prophecy?" Lunaeris asks, and Kallixenia shrugs. "…That's fine, that's okay. And you, you're okay. You're great! I don't want you to misunderstand me- there are countless other ways in which you're kind that I wouldn't change for anything. I just want you to be that kind to yourself, okay?"

"Okay." Kallixenia says, nodding. The sinking feeling isn't quite as bad as it was. She's not doing anything wrong, she's not secretly completely failing to help people, she just needs to… put herself first, every once in a while. She can do that. She thought she was doing that, but- She can try to do it more. "I understand."

A slight smile creeps onto Lunaeris' face.

"Do you?" She asks, and Kallixenia nervously glances around. She knows that look, that's the scheming look.

"Y…Yes?" She stammers, feeling a tinge of red color her cheeks.

"Prove it." Lunaeris orders. "Say something nice about yourself. And nothing about how useful you are to other people, either!"

A full blush spreads across Kallixenia's face, and she chuckles softly and looks away. "That's- Lunaeris, I hardly think that's necessary."

"It isn't." Says Lunaeris. "But do it anyway. Or don't! As always, free to leave the circle."

"…Okay. I, ah… I'm funny, sometimes. When someone sets me up for it."

"You are." Lunaeris agrees, and-

It's stupid, it's so stupid, she already knew Lunaeris found her funny, but…

It does feel nice to know that she truly thinks that.

"Again." The Princess says, inching towards her.

"Again..? I'm… a skilled swordswoman. Very skilled, I think." Says Kallixenia, somewhat bashful even in her pride. "And I- I know that you said- But there are a lot of ways I could have trained to help people, and I like this one, and I like being good at it. I- I think about doing tournaments, sometimes."

Lunaeris gasps in delight, clapping her hands together.

"Kallie you would demolish swordfighting tournaments, that sounds amazing."

"Oh, well, I don't know about that-" Kallixenia starts, but before she can begin downplaying herself in earnest Lunaeris wraps her arms behind her neck and draws her down into a kiss.

The Princess tastes faintly of smoke, and steals her breath away just as easily. Were she not already seated she'd be brought to her knees in seconds, such is her weakness to Lunaeris' advances.

Their lips part, and the Princess giggles softly.

"I have a theory-" She starts to say, and when Kallixenia opens her eyes she once again has that scheme-y look about her. "-that you are so focused on pleasing me that you deny yourself more than simply a voice in our travel planning."

"Meaning, Princess?" Kallixenia asks, heart racing.

"Say something nice about yourself and find out." Says the Princess, unlacing her dress.

"Oh. Oh. Um, well, uh-"

Gods, she certainly makes it hard to think straight.

"I'm tall?" She says, and Lunaeris laughs.

"Are you asking me? Yes, you're tall, it's quite attractive." She says. "Is that something you like about yourself?"

"Sure." Says Kallixenia. "It's nice more often than it's inconvenient, and I like the size difference between us. I think it's fun, being able to pick you up and such."

"Excellent. Now, back to my theory- Would you like me to suck your dick?" Lunaeris asks as she slips out of her dress, and Kallixenia freezes.

"I-I-I-" She sputters, and Lunaeris just waits patiently. "I couldn't ask you to do that!"

"I'm well aware." Says the Princess. "Why not? It's not as if you don't do it for me. Here, you can add that to the list of nice things about you: eats pussy like a woman starved."

"It's not the saaaame…" Whines Kallixenia, and Lunaeris scoffs.

"It's completely the same! Kallie- No worrying about what I want, okay? Right now is all about you." She says, letting her hands glide down Kallixenia's body and land on her thighs, looking up at her expectantly. "Would you like it or not?"

Kallixenia bites her lip. It's not that simple, she can't just not worry about what Lunaeris wants, but-

Well, it's her idea in the first place, isn't it? She's offering. And Kallie can't lie. So really, it's, it's out of her hands.

Well, she could leave the circle, but-

Oh, screw it, there's not wanting to impose and then there's actively running away from things you want. She's not leaving the circle.

"I… would be lying if I said I'd never thought about it." She says carefully, and Lunaeris says nothing; she just kisses her again, lips curling into a smile against hers.

"Well, c'mon then big girl, get your trousers off."

Kallixenia complies with shaking hands.

Are they-

Is Lunaeris really-

Oh gods, can she really let her do this? She's, she's the Princess, and-

And her wife. They're… partners. Equal. It's not improper to do these things, if they both want to. No problems here. Someone just needs to tell her heart that, before it beats out of her chest.

Her cock is already stiff when she pulls her undergarments off, and Lunaeris grabs it eagerly. She gives it a slow stroke and Kallixenia's breath hitches in her throat.

"Relaaaaxxx." Lunaeris hums. "Let me take care of you."

Kallixenia would love to relax, truly, it's just that she can feel the Princess' warm breath on her nethers and so it's kind of a situation where she cannot at all relax between the anticipation and the wondering what Lunaeris is feeling and-

O-Oh.

The Princess' lips are very soft.

She makes an uncharacteristically high pitched, needy noise. She can feel Lunaeris giggle slightly, vibrations humming through her lips as she places a kiss on the side of her shaft.

And another.

And another.

Kallixenia gets redder and redder with every kiss. It's nice, but also mortifying, and also kind of unbelievable that it's happening at all. But Lunaeris-

Her ears are perked up, twitching just slightly. She's happy. She's happy? Of course she is, they already talked about this. They both like making eachother happy, they can go on and on in circles.

"You seem rather lost in thought, considering what we're doing." Says Lunaeris, snapping her out of her haze. "Would you like to stop?"

"Oh! No, um, it's just- I think I get it, now." Kallixenia says. "We can go in circles, making eachother happy, but I don't let us. I only do a half-circle. If I want you to be happy, I have to let you do things to make me happy. Right?"

"Hmmm… sure? I guess?" Says Lunaeris, looking up at her. "Close enough, anyway. As long as you're accepting nice things for yourself, that's the key bit. Speaking of which…" She runs a finger up the underside of Kallixenia's dick. "Shall I continue?"

"Right, um, yes. Please." Kallixenia says, and Lunaeris grins devilishly.

"Say something nice about yourself." She says.

Kallixenia groans exasperatedly.

"I have excellent taste in princesses." She says, and Lunaeris laughs.

"Flatterer. Okay, no more questions."

She tucks a loose strand of white hair behind her ear and dips her head down, drawing the tip of the half-giant's cock into her mouth.

Kallie shivers and involuntarily lets out a moan. Lunaeris looks up at her, waiting for her to meet her gaze before beginning to bob her head up and down on her shaft, sinking gradually lower. Her lipstick streaks across wet flesh, forming a smudged black ring where she can sink no further.

It is sinfully hot. Kallixenia can't look away.

Lunaeris slowly pulls herself all the way off, then sticks out her tongue to lap up the precum beading on Kallixenia's cockhead. Kallie gasps and shudders, and Lunaeris takes a deep breath.

"That really is quite tricky." She says, spreading saliva down Kallixenia's shaft with her hand. "I'll need more practice."

Before Kallie can say anything she's back at it, and then Kallie can't say anything; all she can do is tremble at Lunaeris' touch, her hands gliding across the spit-slick skin that her lips can't reach.

Kallixenia is filled with the desire to kiss her wife- Though, their current activities make that difficult. She settles on taking one of Lunaeris' ears between her fingers, drawing a pleased hum from the elf that vibrates through her dick.

"Haah-" She groans, lifting her hips slightly. "Lunaeris…"

That only encourages her, making her pick up the pace until moans tumble freely from Kallixenia's lips and her cock throbs with a desperate need.

"P-Princeeeesssss..!" She whines, and Lunaeris pulls away again, pumping her entire length from tip to base with her hands.

S-Surely she doesn't mean for her to-

"That's it, be a good girl and cum for me." Lunaeris coos, letting her tongue hang out of her open mouth.

Oh.

Oh.

"O-Ohh ffuck-!" Kallixenia groans, as her body obeys the Princess' command. She inhales sharply and squeezes her eyes shut as the first thick rope of cum erupts from her cock. Lunaeris doesn't let up, coaxing more and more from her until Kallixenia is a shaking, panting mess.

Perhaps, um-

Perhaps if she just never opens her eyes, then-

"Oh come on, what's even the point of making all this mess if you're not going to look at me?" Lunaeris asks sultrily, and Kallixenia opens one eye and immediately closes it again, burying her face in her hands.

The Princess' (the PRINCESSSSSS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER, WHAT KIND OF KNIGHT-) face is marred with streams of white, dripping down her chin and onto her chest as she sits back, pleased with herself. She giggles, as Kallie squirms and whines.

"I can't believe I did thaaaat!"

"Hey. Hey Kallie. Look at me."

She peeks through her hands, just in time to see Lunaeris drag her finger through a strand of her seed and then pop it into her mouth and suck it clean.

"Oh gods…" Kallixenia whines, slumping back until her head rests on the floor. Lunaeris just laughs even harder, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"Kallie calm yourself, you've not overstepped in any way. If you feel that embarrassed about it, go run me a bath." She says, and as Kallixenia gets up to leave-

"Wait." She commands, and Kallie pauses. "One more question, while we're in the circle. What do you think you would want to do, if we weren't adventurers?"

The half-giant thinks, for a moment. "I've… never tried fishing. It sounds quite peaceful."

"Ugh, that's so boring, it's perfect." Lunaeris says. "I can just picture it: us in our old age, you catch me fish to serve at our tavern."

She sighs wistfully.

"But enough of that, bathtime." She says, stretching as she stands. "That is, unless you want to admire your handiwork."

Kallixenia shakes her head without looking.

"Nope, extremely mortified. Maybe next time."

"Ooh, next time?"

"Extremely, extremely mortified, let's get you in the bath."

[seeingivy]

anyways. my nostrils have opened up. here are some method acting asks.

as tall as you, anon 💌

but no, I guess I would just say shorter than him? I know ALLEGEDLY that king eren jaeger is 6'0 and i'm not going to lie I do imagine myself as y/n when I write sometimes (but also don't) and i'm 5'2 so I do think I might subtely mention that she's shorter than him by saying stuff like he looks down at her to make eye contact and stuff.

correct. he would also eat as benoit blanc in knives out and u KNOWWW aot cast would be in something like knives out.

fancast time:

I mentioned somewhere that method acting sasha is POC (which is why she doesn't get as much attention, isn't viewed as pretty as counterparts, etc.)

which technically, y/n is written as poc too bc I am poc LOL but I tried to make that more subtle bc I know it might make it less self insert but whatever

that being said

sasha is marta. erwin is ransom. joni is historia and jamie lee curtis is carla LMAFO

DUDDEEE I really agree that I think a lot about future method acting/epilogue method acting (which is basiaclly just the last chapter btw) and I think so much about how really after it's all dead and done the only thing that would really haunt y/n is marco

like she gets to have her cake and eat it too (kind of. but more on that later.) and get her career and the guy but like....

he is dead. he is not coming back. it is her fault that she didn't talk to him for two years AND he reached out. so. correct. she would write so many songs about him.

HELL YEAH IT IS. oh my god I literally said this to katie but literally if. ymir was a singer she WOULD be singing that historia IDGAF!!!!

thank YOU SOOOOO MUCH. I was worried people might think that song choice is lame but it made so much sense to me im so happy people loved it.

trying to think of spoilers for the chapter?? here are some random spoilers for the end cuz in my head these are all like one chapter lowkey:

snl host eren REDACTED jaeger with musical guest y/n l/n REDACTED

take your cat to an aquarium

cry over a haircut because IT MEANS HE REMEMBERS.

he laughs at all my jokes and he says i'm so american

getting blacklisted.

[lordkingsmith]

March lyric prompt list 2024

1. Girls get loose when they hear this song/Hundred on the dash get me close to God/We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars-star boy by The Weeknd

2. Ain't no problem when I'm the equation/Presence noted, observation/I'm not new here, reborn creation/Come and find me, sending location-The King’s Affirmation by Iniko

3. Living in devotion/It's always like the first time/Let me take a part-Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

4. When all is clarity, the hate you gave to me/With all sincerity hurts like a disease/The wings that brought you here will take you far and near/But you will always be no angel to me-0% Angel by Mr. Kitty

5. I like digging holes/Hiding things inside them/When I grow old/I won't forget to find them-no roots by Alice Merton

6. Confusion that never stops/Closing walls and ticking clocks/Gonna come back and take you home/I could not stop that you now know/Singin' come out upon my seas/Cursed missed opportunities/Am I a part of the cure/Or am I part of the disease?-clocks by Coldplay

7. Oh, what a shame/Your spirit never left/Possessed me like a demon/Made them worship at your bed/Oh, yeah-supernatural by barns Courtney

8. It was dark and I was over/Until you kissed my lips and you saved me/My hands, they're strong/But my knees were far too weak/To stand in your arms/Without falling to your feet-set fire to the rain by Adele

9. I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear/Someone else is pulling at the strings/Something terrible is going down through the entire town/Wreaking anarchy, and all it brings/I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all/I curse the name, the one behind it all-Discord by The Living Tombstone

10. You're in the wind, I'm in the water/Nobody's son, nobody's daughter/Watching the chemtrails over the country club/Suburbia, The Brentwood Market/What to do next? Maybe we'll love it-chemtrails over the country club by Lana Del Rey

11. I can't sit back and wonder why/It took so long for this to die/And I hate it when you fake it/You can't hide it, you might as well embrace it-In Too Deep by Sum41

12. My God, my Tourniquet/Return to me salvation/My wounds cry for the grave/My soul cries for deliverance-Tourniquet by Evanescence

13. I can't live in a fairytale of lies./And I can't hide from the feeling/cause it's right./And I go faster and faster and faster and faster for love.-faster by within temptation

14. And it's my whole heart/While tried and tested, it's mine/And it's my whole heart/Trying to reach it out/And it's my whole heart/Burned but not buried this time/I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out-which witch by Florence and the machine

15. Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near/Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear/Isn't it lovely, all alone?/Heart made of glass, my mind of stone/Tear me to pieces, skin to bone/Hello, welcome home-Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid

16. Another late night, another crazy mood/And I didn't think twice what it would do to you/I was a wild child, you always knew it/It was a matter of time before I blew it-Karma by Brit Smith

17. Yeah I heard you look good in a sundress/I heard you look good when you're undressed/I heard you like to get away/I heard you like to stay out late/I heard you had a couple boyfriends/I heard they didn't treat you right/I heard you're hated by your girlfriends/‘Cause all the guys want you tonight, yeah-rumors by NEFFEX

18. Don't overthink this/Look in my eye/Don't be scared, don't be shy/Come on in, the water's fine/You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit/You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did/You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried/Got it? Good, now get inside-all eyes on me by Bo Burnham

19. Deep in the dark, I don't need the light/There's a ghost inside me/It all belongs to the other side/We live, we love, we lie-the spectre by Alan Walker

20. The words you whisper are like a love letter/Give you my heart now, for worse or for better/But when the fall comes, will you remember?-sugar high by Scott frenzel

21. Hey, we're just two people trying to love/Oh but how, how can we love/With this wall between us, holding us back-if you were a woman and I was a man by Bonnie Tyler

22. You think you're ready, think you're ready/You're already giving up!/(Woah, who? Oh, woah)/You show me what you've got but you know it's not enough,/And you think this isn't fair,/'Cause you're ready but you're not prepared-scary movies by the home team

23. Mother looking at me/Tell me what do you see?/Yes, I've lost my mind/Daddy looking at me/Will I ever be free?/Have I crossed the line?-all the things she said by t.A.T.u.

24. All I want to do/Is be more like me/And be less like you/Can't you see that you're smothering me/Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?-numb by Linkin Park

25. So insecure, so uptight/I break my neck, to be polite/I cannot take your/whispering, your whispering-dance without you by Skylar Grey

26. I play within my head/Touch my own skin/And hope that I'm still breathin'/And I think back to when/My brother and my sister slept/In an unlocked place/The only time I feel safe-lights by Ellie Goulding

27. Strawberries on a summer evenin'/Baby, you're the end of June/I want your belly and that summer feelin'/Getting washed away in you/Breathe me in, breathe me out/I don't know if I could ever go without-watermelon sugar high by Harry Styles

28. I see a ship in the harbor/I can and shall obey/But if it wasn't for your misfortune/I'd be a heavenly person today-blue Monday by new order

29. Big surprise you're not welcoming/Cause your cliques got cliques/And they don't pick me/No worries I don't want to be/A part of your A team/I came to make a scene cause/Who died and made you king/Nobody-I’m not sorry by NEONI

30. I'm on a cliff, should I enjoy the view/Or fear the fall?/Looking around I breathe in it all/Isn't it funny how things can change/Oh funny how things can change/Oh isn't it funny how/My heaven became my hell-my heaven became…by unlike Pluto

[oh-snapperss]

laughing, giggling, kicking my fits ohh my fuckingg god i can't get enough! so, im writing it while im reading sooo just keep that in mind why i might not grab all of the stuff quicly.

okay, so, first of all, it really pains me to see how etho thinks he NEED to be useful. like it's such a basic thing, but i really need him to lie down and take a breath. the whole scene after the advisor's meeting left something in my chest and i really can't explain what exactly, certainly not the bad thing! but the whole premiss, this deep feeling of "i'll do anything you'll tell me". aaaand ren is lifthing etho up. okay, my brain short-circuited just now ma gad.(i don't exactly remember my previous ask and idk if you saw it, but it was something along the line, that for ren etho is becoming the reason to continue fighting AND IDK I MIGHT BE WRONG or i might see what i want and not what both of you wanted to say, but oh my god i see it so clearly now). for etho it was near religious experience, but for ren etho is the human ever, not in way "just another one", but in a "the human". etho is so alive and ren want to keep it that way to hide him from harm. omg pov switch im dying. i cannot express how much i feel reading rens part. im not joking. and it echoes so much with what i said about how human etho is in rens eyes. :( "good night, my lord Ren" im jumping into the river. "There is no one to see the love on his face" im drowning. i would comment on chess part but i am in the river, drowned. sry. "I'm calling you, Ren, a liar" millions cheered. but i am so afraid of where this all going, seriously. the whole wine scene was so,,, peaceful, it was so soft and it felt like home, i smiled like an idiot reading it. :( "hes someone has king's eyes" is such i simple phrase yet i can't think about anything anymore. OHH etho want his walls back, he want to see ren the king, because it is so so much to see just ren. because it is hard, because they both want more so bad, but just can't. the final part is something so big i cannot express.

im so fucking sorry for this 400 words essay, honestly, but oh my god this is too good, this is amazing work and you both are so talented and good with your words it never ceases to amaze me.

ALRIGHT i'm gonna try and respond to this so osososoosoooo normally

first of all you're so right. etho so needs to sit down and breathe but he's so very lost in the fact he's meant to serve and die he can't stop enough to rest:D

ren lifting etho up was by far one of the gayest things i've ever seen written with my two eyes<33 (theo wrote that) and i remember looking at the words and looking at the call and then going YOU WANT ME TO FOLLOW THAT UP?? and then i made it gayer myself so. WOO

you're absolutely so so so right about that point!! i just now got to answer it but you hit the nail on the head with it and i'm honestly floored by how you said it!!

the scene with ren carrying him back was also one of the gayest things i've ever written or seen!! honestly the majority of the fic is like this LMAOOOO

"his someone has the king's eyes" was a fun phrase to think of!! that section where etho talks about what he wants to do after the war made both of us cry, and the ending to the chapter was. hhhh made me cry writing it /pos KSJDHFSKHFJD

thank you SO much for this ask dude holy shit!!!

[jennawynn]

Chronotrek: Disco Season 2 Part 4?

Episode 11

mmm body horror. exactly what i like over my mac and cheese :joy:

I really like this kind of intro where there's a bunch of images that you can contextualize differently as the season goes on. it's like a scavenger hunt.

Michael's face journeys are always such a sight to see. Her indignance when she hears that her mom doesn't want her to come down.

lol "Hamlet. Hell, yeah."

Mom's like 'I feel nothing about you because all life is going to die.' Michael's like 'I will feel for both of us.'

Did they have to flashback the "unacceptable risk to the larger mission"? They don't trust us to remember the 'unique turn of phrase' we just heard in the last scene?

As soon as Mom did the UNO Reverse and started talking about how much she was there with Michael, watching, I knew she wasn't going to come back any time (haha) soon.

Episode 12

I feel... I dunno, disappointed? in the direction this went. There was time fuckery and everything... and it just boils down to Evil AI? An Evil AI that was supposedly already killed, but 'not really because I said so'. With a hefty dose of 'nothing you're doing is working because I said so'. Maybe I'm just feeling frustrated like Michael is :joy:

The biological imperative of protecting a child is... idk, I don't like it in pretty much any context. It feels lazy and reductive. Add it to Ash's story, a story I'm already unenthused about, and it only makes me dislike it more. "This child I've never met is my child and I would do literally anything to protect them because they are made of me." Ugh. Like. I think I don't like it because of the assumed elevation of biological parenthood and procreation over everything else, the assumption that bio parents are best parents, that all parents feel this way. The way it's lumped in with 'you might not want kids now, but if you have one, you'll connect and change and feel it later'.

I remember seeing somewhere that God does not exist in Star Trek. But that's at least twice now "God" has been referenced by characters in this show. Did they slip, or did they make the active choice to go against the old standard?

This whole 'capture it in a cage of a new system' thing doesn't feel like how computers work. Or why they're getting under the floor to do things. It feels forced like so much of this arc. Now... Gant being 'infected'? That I saw coming.

I don't know, maybe they just needed to make it a threat that could be seen and interacted with because 1) TV is a visual medium and 2) it might be hard to understand what's happening without it.

I couldn't explain it if I tried. "The crystals cause things to age fast." There, explained it :joy:

Episode 13

Those evacuation corridors were hot. lol I love seeing the way they bring the science to life. Though the folding/unfolding thing would be very.. questionable to me. Lots of stress on the joints.

You know... even though I knew they go to the future (which is why I don't get to watch Disco season 3+ until after I watch everything else), I somehow didn't see this coming?? Like. I don't know why? I assumed it was some accidental thing or something (maybe because I thought there were still several episodes left in this season). Even though again

I knew Disco season 3+ is in the future

I know that the plan was originally to send the data with the suit into the future

lmao Georgiou: simply find a nova and fire an antimatter torpedo into its core. Saru: We'd be responsible for the loss of life through dozens of light years Georgiou: Uh... yeah. Michael: We're not doing that. G: I thought there were no bad ideas. Pike/Admiral: That's a bad one. That's a lie.

Which genius built that? My mom. I had a special mom too. Georgiou: Ugh.

That was like three sentences and it still made me want to cry.

Listen I just want to repeat every line Georgiou has. 'like a galactic rubber band with a martyr complex.'

Oh no, now I am crying at this Sarek, Amanda, Michael scene.

And everyone standing with her :sob: But god leave Ash behind please.

Oh yay! lol ....ugh.

Oh no, all the going away messages :sob: They're just trying to wreck me.

Wait, Spock can't go. He's in the other ones.

So weird that 'parade rest' is the kind of informal salute of respect for Starfleet.

The cage is slowing things down, so Tilly calls for help, but not from Po? Who made the cage? Who already said she's not leaving? And was verified to not be back on her planet yet? Where's she at?

God I'm stressed. I'm almost glad I have to go back to work and can't watch the finale yet.

4 hours later... seriously i think i cried so much i gave myself a headache that is STILL HERE.

Episode 14

"Leland! We were just talking about you. Everybody hates you. Congratulations."

Man... I gotta say I'm kinda surprised that they were surprised that the 31 ships were nano-botted into micro-ships by Control.

At some point the people on Discovery have to realize that they're actually more likely to survive this battle than the folks on Enterprise, right? Like... yeah, they're going into the future and leaving everyone they've ever known behind, but at least they'll be alive.

Going to give my usual 'evasive actions and attack patterns being prescripted is silly' speech... like chess moves being memorized, especially playing against an AI. The only way to win is to be surprising. Anyway.

They're surrounded (but still in planar orientation, like a disc, not a sphere) but they still say all power to forward shields??

Get off my ass! Sir. Get off my ass, sir!

"Starboard shields..." and then they turn 90 degrees and show their whole topside against the enemy like a shield. Wish they'd like... use the terminology they're showing.

This cocoon thing is stressing me out. It's so well designed to explain exactly what's happening, and it isn't confusing like a lot of action scenes can be.

The DOT 7s are adorable.

Shouldn't the two big ships also be moving? Like... they're sitting ducks. Go up or down and move. Space is 3 dimensional.

You're my home. :sob:

Such a cool way to portray going through the time wormhole, with time turning into a static image on a plane of glass, seen from behind with the textured hole around emptiness... In other jumps, it looks like a CD.

Ok as much shit as I give them for making stuff up to make it sound scientific, this fight on the walls and ceiling is fun.

Why are captains so goddamn self-sacrificing? _You don't sacrifice the queen or king without good goddamn reason._

Are they really asking how she's gonna guide them through DURING THE FIGHT?? Shouldn't this have been figured out before?

And why aren't the people working on the torpedo in EV suits just in case they get ripped out into space? I guess it's faster that way.

Why was the effect of that torpedo so much worse than normal ones? Don't they fire those all the time?

Ah, so that's why Spock stays.

Y'all. _People are dying._ Hurry this up. lol

Fuckin Enterprise looks like someone took a bite out of the cookie.

Number One's name and rank is "Number One" :joy:

lol how convenient that "we have sworn to never speak your name with others' to explain why Spock, who is so central to TOS, never mentions a sibling.

He looks so different all cleaned up.

And that's it for Discovery until I get through all 1000 hours of the rest of the entire fucking series of serieses! lmao

looks like I have a couple short treks to get to before we move on to Strange New Worlds.

[thenotebookscribbler]

4th of July.

(a short story)

The sound of fireworks from above my roof somehow fastened my beats. I've always been a bit afraid of all these noise, but it was 4th of July, and I could not tell them to stop. I mean, it would be very petty.

A rocket whizzed past my window, and the sparks seemed to land on the pane. I took a deep breath and dared to look outside. It was beautiful, no lie, the sky adorned with various streaks of light, the happiness, but it was overwhelming. My nephew always thought that I had probably encountered a monster who ate kids who disturbed it with fireworks, and very graciously would hold my hand and tell me that I don't have to be afraid.

"Gracias, El," I would say, each year the same tradition. "But why if you are disturbing the monster too?"

This would make him think, but the immediate call from his Papa would disrupt the only thought process that indulges his brain in some sort of a brain activity. Like mother like son I guess.

I had a great relationship with my sister, of course, but somewhere, it was scarred. She was a tad jealous of me, but she being a good person, she did not let that ruin our relation because God knows I have no one else.

And now again, it's that time of the day when El would run down the stairs to ask me if I am okay, and then would answer himself that I was, in fact okay because he was with me. I never really found the heart to say that the monsters were actually scarier than he thought.

And as usual, on the call of his Papa, he ran up again, only to hear his mother yelling, "No running on the stairs El! How many times do I have to tell you?"

Claire barely came down at these times. She always feared that El might peek a bit too down and he might slip off, and that's it.

"Hey, you," she said, taking a bottle of sparkling water out of the fridge and chugging it. The door to the fridge closed with a thump.

"Want some?" she said, tilting the bottle towards me and plopping on the couch next to me. I shook my head no.

"Will El not fall over now?" I ask her, a small grin on my face. She laughed. "Have you seen how tall he has gotten in the past few months? No way he's gonna fall over. He has to peep less."

"Smartass," I giggled.

Claire was really the only one I had. We lost our parents to, well, some unfortunate circumstances. It's been Claire and me ever since. I was in fifth grade, she was in ninth. But when she fell in love with Dalton, this senior guy she met at a frat party in her college, she decided to marry him right after graduation. She was never really the ambitious type.

"Are you okay?" she asks me, as she pushes the hair out of my face. I sigh and lean onto her, as she pulls me in.

As soon as I was about to say something, a cracker bursted really close. Maybe near the window. And that's when it happened.

I wasn't able to breathe. The smoke was choking, and I had slumped down the couch on the ground, my body writhing, like I was having a seizure. Faint screams of "Dalton! El! Come down!" was heard, until it all went black.

A blurred vision swimming into view. A very blurred hallway, and blurred mirror, where I looked at a blurred version of myself. Why was everything so blurry? Then I realized that my image on the mirror was of a much smaller version of me.

Oh no. It's going to happen again. I've passed out again.

I skip down the brightly lit corridor, calling out "Mama? Papa?" as I look for them in every room. It's the 4th of July, they're going to miss the fireworks!

I stop when I see boots in view. We never wear shoes in our house.

A part of my brain screams. STOP THIS STOP THIS STOP THIS. I feel tears streaking my face, but this young me is just so adamant. She won't budge. Won't stop until she sees the last to everything.

I walk a little closer to the room, and hear the unmistakable whimper of my Mother, as she sobs. Why is she sobbing?

Oh my god, I cry, as I madly try to stop it. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to see anymore. Why am I not waking up? Are they not doing chest compressions?

My father begs. It's in his voice.

"Keep one of us," he says, as his voice breaks. " We need to look after the children."

"Not my business," says the man with the boots.

NOOOOOO. My head screams, and I feel a pain ripping my chest apart, and I feel myself withering. It's so much worse than before.

I walk towards the room again. I hear two gun shots.

I was begging to myself. Please stop, don't let me finish this.

"Bastards can't pay a simple sum of money and requests us to keep them alive." The gun clicked. I was little, and they were huge, so I very luckily escaped their gaze.

I feel my heart breaking as I see their blood smeared visages, a hole in the centre of their heads, eyes open, looking at me. But they weren't really looking at me. It was unfocused.

Claire was upstairs. She thought the loud sound was a cracker. Well, until I screamed.

__

They were opening up the tubes and all from her body. Claire was howling on Dalton's chest, clutching at El, who looked devastated. His aunt just died. His favourite aunt.

She was having a panic attack, apparently. One she has very often. She was trying to stop it. And apparently, in doing so, the strain in her brain was huge, which lead to a cerebral attack. Her heart was working too hard, too.

"She was seeing them," Claire cried. "Mamacita and Papa. Like always."

"Well, isn't it nice that auntie will see Mamacita and Papa for real now?" El sobbed, and wiped his mother's face.

Maybe it really was.

[flowergoddessblooms]

Warning: Child abuse, i apologise if that makes you uncomfortable.

It was my fault really. I had cut her off in traffic. Oh well, I was having a horrible day and she got in my way. Auburn hair and honey soaked eyes. Too feminine by her looks. Too masculine by her motorcycle. She glared at me, eyes filled with rage too ugly for a pretty girl like her. She whispered something under her breath, but I didn't have time for any of this. It's not like she got hurt anyway but I might as well apologize like the good guy that I am. I don't think she believed me, but whatever. In fact, she made me late. Now my wife will be mad. I'll have to deal with her too. Ugh.

I reached home about an hour late into the evening. Emily was sitting on the couch, looking wistfully out the window, not noticing me walk in. I walked over to her and dropped the bag of medicines in her lap. Startled, she flipped her head.

"Oh, honey, you're back? How long has it been?"

"It's 8 pm. Is dinner ready yet?"

"Oh, um, honey, I'm so sorry, I wasn't feeling well, my migraines started back up and my stomach feels weird."

Emily was suffering from depression ever since we lost Brian to a car accident, when he was only 3. She suffered from a multitude of diseases, forever falling into a cycle of sickness, one after another. In the beginning, I sympathized with her. But now, I feel like I hate her. She spends her day sitting and staring around, not being useful at all. She ignores Alissa at times too. The girl is only 5, she needs her mother. I'm too busy working, I do not have the time to care for her. Honestly, I know she's my daughter, but sometimes, I can't help but hate her too. It just feels like... they're both dragging me down.

Emily rose from the couch, staring at me.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thank you. For staying by my side through all this. I love you so much."

Ugh, again with her, I do her work and now I have to care for her feelings too?

"Yeah, I love you too."

"H-honey? Why?"

"What? "

"Why would you lie?"

I stare at her, dumbfounded.

"You.. you don't love me? You don't...love me. You don't."

"Emily, what are you talking about? I just said "I love you" back did you not hear me?"

"Just, stop it, I know you don't love me. Please, leave me alone."

What? What just happened? Emily is being weird.

Ugh, who cares, I don't want to deal with her childish tantrums now. I'll have to go make dinner for us again, I guess.

As I stride into the kitchen. I notice the walls. Crayon. Not this again.

"ALISSA! GET HERE RIGHT NOW!" I yelled.

The brat had gotten worse ever since her mom couldn't keep a proper leash on her. What a nuisance.

Alissa crept into the kitchen, carefully eyeing me. I grabbed her by the arm and shoved her in front of the wall.

"Did. You. Do. This."

By this point, her eyes were glossy. She stood there, unflinching. Honestly. This weasel of a child isn't scared of me, is she? She needed to learn. The rage filled me as I raised my hand and slapped her, with all the rage from today, my palm stinging. She tumbled back, head hitting against the kitchen cabinets.

Realising the error of my ways, I quickly rushed to her, apologising.

"Alissa, my baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like that."

She looked up at me, now tears gushing out of her eyes.

"But you did."

"What?"

"You did mean it. Mom said one shouldn't lie. You aren't sorry."

I staggered. What was going on? Why were they acting this way?

As I struggled to gather my thoughts, Emily rushed into the kitchen.

"What are you doing? Alissa, what's wrong, honey? Don't cry."

"Dad lied. He slapped me and then said he didn't mean it, but I know he did. He has slapped me before too, but he always apologized after and you would feel sad, so I didn't tell you."

Emily flew into a rage. She grabbed Alissa and ran to the bedroom, locking herself in. I ran after her, pounding on the door, trying to get her to open.

"Emily, God damn it, open the fucking door, right now. Don't you EVER fucking treat me like that."

I heard sounds of muffled sobs through the door. Annoyed and tired, I went over to the couch, switching on the television. Whatever, she wants to annoying? Sure.

Seconds turned to minutes and I heard the door bell ring. I went over to open it. The cops were here. A middle-aged man with a pot belly and a woman who didn't know her place.

Fucking Emily.

I greeted them nicely, but I couldn't let them come in.

"Good evening sir, ma'am. What brings you here?"

"Good evening sir. I'm Officer Lahey, with Officer Briggs over here. We received a call from this location for violence and assault against a child. Do you know anything about it?"

At that very moment, the bedroom door burst open and Emily screamed, "IT WAS HIM! HE SLAPPED MY DAUGHTER!"

The officers, stunned for a second, regained their composure and flipped me around, cuffing me. I barely had time to process this.

"You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney, and if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say may be used against you in court."

They dragged me away, despite me trying to break free and screaming my lungs out for them to listen to me.

As they ushered me into the back of their car, I thought to myself. Where did things go wrong? Why weren't Emily and Alissa listening to me?

That's when it hit me.

I'm not one to believe in the supernatural or anything like that. But the woman from this evening, the lady that I almost killed while driving.

I remembered what she was muttering under her breath.

"May they never believe any of your white lies."

You have the power to place really small, permanent curses on people. Things like never winning bingo or having them suddenly dislike a food they use to love. One day, someone nearly kills you cutting you off in traffic, and you curse them. Little do you know, you just ruined their life.

[blog-reflection]

ONE / Nineteen - Security Breach

Why do they even have that Ticket?

James: Jesse you can’t be serious can you? This was meant to be a surprise and now? This is totally not how I imagined that would work. Honestly…. Jesse: James How the fuck was I suppost to know? James: You were not, how could you, how should you? It was a surprise. For all the work. As a thank you and last time to spend with my best pal. Lucia: I don’t want to interrupt anything but, like, we can still go there. Why make this scene James, it's pointless you know that. Yeah your plan didn’t work, oh what wonder. Let’s get there and party like it’s the last night we have. Drinks, music, food all on me!. Common bitches lets move it!

Lucia is right, there is no need for a fight. Sure that would’ve been a great surprise but hey. Though, I still wonder how the heck Jesse got one of those. Both of us got dressed in our fancy glittery fits before going to the bus. I will admit, our outfits look different. In other words, we catched many eyes. Jesse and I in some dark purple shimmering outfits and Lucia with bright orange and pink colours and this giant feather boa. We kind of look like Lucia is our pimp and we’re just some toys to waddle around her. I mean, it’s more odd considering that Jesse and Lucia are almost the same height but sure. It didn’t take long and all three of us arrived at the nearest station to the club. I don’t think anyone would be able to miss the club. It’s the biggest building in miles, lights everywhere and a giant garden. They really didn’t lie when they said it used to be an opera house. People. Everywhere you’d looked there have been people. Some in groups, some alone but everyone was chilling. And, to my surprise, the three of us haven’t been overdressed at all. Most of the people wore some sparkle stuff, which was nice, but also many wherethere in casual stuff. I have never seen such a diverse place in terms of looks. But my mood got bad when I noticed the line. A never ending line in front of the club filled with people of any shape and colour. 

Jesse: Oh gosh, we will stay in line for like, forever. I did not know that a club with that name would be so much of a hype to be honest. Lucia: Oh my god, are you. Nevermind. Look, we have me, and you for some stance, just follow me.

We followed Lucia on the way to the bouncer. Typical one. A big and chunky man with lots of muscles in a suit and sunglasses. Kinda scary if I might add. Lucia made eye contact, swung the golden ticket in front of them, and then pointed towards us. The bouncer moved aside and within five steps all of us were inside. The interior is much bigger than the outside would tell. There is a massive glass dome in the middle as well as bars, people and music everywhere. Like in the city, they have signs pointing to the variety of locations and music styles. Not gonna lie, standing here feels surreal

Lucia: NOW WHO’S READY TO PARTYYYYYYYYY

With a graceful walk Lucia strutted down the entry line directly towards the bar, again fiddling around with her ticket and whispered something that I did not understand.

Lucia: Here ya go bitches, have a drink. Jesse: What exactly is that? Lucia: Ugh booooring. Just drink it already. I promise this will boost you sooo much. James: You know what, fuck do I care. Give me that glass. Lucia: Here ya go. Don’t spill it.

It didn’t take long for us at all to adapt to our current location. Lucia and Jesse danced at the middle of the stage in the most erotic way friends can dance together while still booking like casual friends. I for myself am not so good with dancing, so I just looked around and got familiar with the club itself. I walked up the stairs into the second floor where I spotted, yet again, three different dance floors as well as up to seven individual bars. I still can’t really believe that I am in this massive thing but, I will not be the one crying about the most awesome night I have. Maybe it doesn't come across like that, but I really love tonight. I know I may not be dancing as much as you expect people to do, especially in a club, but I noticed that I get my happiness from seeing other people's happiness. I got to the bar and got another drink, though I noticed that without the ticket I kinda have to actually pay for that stuff. Ugh it’ll be fine. I grabbed the drink, paid the bartender and braced myself along the railing, looking down the dome onto the main dance floor. I do say, it’s great to see Jesse and Lucia together. They have a vibe I could’ve never imagined for them. Sexual but also close, same kind of drugs, you name it. It was then when I noticed that Lucia was only left in her hotpants and bikini top and Jesse with, ehm, I think that’s part of Lucias outfit they have covered their private part with. Well I couldn’t care less. That's just them and to be fair they do have the body to show it. 

I looked around. Behind me was the floor seven, which provided more of a synthwave music kind of style. Left to me was the kpop corner that’s been blasting the newest songs of Korea nonstop and on my right I can see the smoky hip hop area. They are partly on the balcony so the smoke actually runs out of the Club. And of course, people. Every single floor is filled to the prime with people. It’s not stuffy, there is still enough space to walk around. Across me was the big glass door that led to the balcony. The door was open, and you could see the garden. I decided to move and swung my hibs around till I arrived on the opposite side of where I was. Ah finally, fresh air. I stood in the middle of the balcony, breases to my left and right side like I’d be ready to take off. I haven’t felt like that in such a long time, the feeling of being free, being happy, being … me. I noticed small tears on my cheek before I carefully brushed them off. I again looked around the garden. It’s a giant garden with a massive tree in the middle. Some people were smoking, others just standing by them. Some people were making out in the bushes alongside the walkways. I do think those are rose bushes so happy sexy time for them. The only calm thing was the river behind the garden. As I said, this thing is massive. And even though there are my types of music, the outside is pretty much sound proof. The only thing I hear is the Hip hop music on the side. Life’s truly magical sometimes.

Huh? Who’s that? I just noticed a dark figure, like a shadow on the other side of the balcony, starting to glance towards me. I don’t know how long they’ve been standing there but it kind of creeps the heck out of me. I turned back inside only to look back at the garden. That’s when my phone started to ring.

Discord call 

Jesse: THE FUCK WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU OKAY?!? James: Jesus, you don’t have to scream. I’m one floor higher on the balcony. Jesse: ARE YOU OKAY??? THERE HAVE BEEN PE- WH-. [...] YOU KNOW? James: Yeah I’m fine, just some creep staring at me. Stay where you’re at. I am on my way. Jesse: JAMES NO

I closed my phone. Bet Lucia and Jesse had a blast, if Jesse has a moof like that. I walked  towards the stairs to go down, slowly ensuring that the person wasn't watching anymore. I don’t know who that was but I’m sure it’ll be fine. When I came down I saw people, like many people. More people than ever. I spotted Jesse and Lucia and ran towards them.

James: Jesus what happened? Lucia: Apparently there has been a security breach. Hundert of people were flooding the dancefloors within seconds. The bouncer tried to defend the club but with no chance at all. Jesse: Don’t call them people, those are addicts. The Beast and Prey has a strict no drug besides alcohol rule, that’s why the bouncers are that aggressive sometimes. The guys in here are selling drugs to everyone, just sticking them in their pockets, robbing people, you name it. Lucia: I think we should leave. James: Yeah you’re right, seems like all hell broke loose.

As we exited the club, we noticed a variety of people chucking stuff towards us, not only us, but everyone who is getting out of the club. Bouncers were storming the club non stop trying to pull people out of there. In the sure distanz you were able to hear the sound of the police. I just hope everyone is save and sound, however, maybe that creep who stalked me was one of them? How could it be that I got to know nothing of what was going on downstairs? Guess I’ll never figure that out I don’t need to though.

All three of us arrived around Midnight. To my surprise, Sarah was still up. Of course the news made a fast circle so she asked us if everything was fine. After checking all our pockets we decided to call it a day. Lucia wanted to go home but I convinced her that that is not a good idea. Luckily, she agreed and stayed over the night. Tomorrow will be our last day together. After that day it is me, and me only. 

I can’t wait for that               

[cc-cobalt-1043]

recollections

*Joey and Daniel both woke up after passing out at a new year's day party at town hall*

Joey: *groaning and lying under a table* where are we

Daniel: *lying on top of said table* I seem to be lying on a dining room table, I can see cutlery, I've either died and come back as a succulent pig, or we're still at town hall...what can you see

Joey: nothing, I think I've gone blind *he sat up and hit his head on the table* OW

Daniel: heck of a party *he rolled onto his side and fell onto the floor with a thud

*the two sat together*

Joey: heck of a party

Daniel: yeah

Joey: you remember anything that happened last night

Daniel: no idea, everything went dark around the commissioner's speech, the last thing I remember is my head in the cold, unforgiving lavatory bowl

Joey: Danny, that wasn't the lavatory bowl...it was the punch bowl

*Daniel's eyes widened in horror and he facepalmed*

Daniel: hark Mr memory man

*Joey yawned and suddenly noticed something red on his hand*

Joey: oh my god...I'm bleeding

Daniel: no you aren't, that's just red lipstick

Joey: oh...Danny why am I wearing red lipstick

Daniel: cause maroon would have clashed with your eyeshadow

*Joey rubbed his eyes and noticed it, gasping in horror he wiped it off*

Daniel: *shaking his head with a grin* you should know better than to pass out unconscious while I'm still awake

*Joey nodded*

Daniel: you know, last night I think we made  one or two, teensy little mistakes, starting with a few drinks of juice, great, a few glasses of milkshake, lovely, but the soda and lemonade drinking race...that may have been a bridge too far...and our second mistake, was letting Boba convince us that you could mix a nice cold coke, with a bit of redbull

Daniel: and our third, final...crowning mistake *Daniel suddenly screamed in horror* something horrible is coming back to me

Joey: *turning pale* and me, Where's that punch bowl

*Daniel jumped up and frantically searched his suit pockets and trousers, he found a a bit of paper and stared at it in horror*

Daniel: it's true

Joey: Danny, while your up there get me the punch howl

Daniel: well thats it *he sank down next to Joey* I might as well leave town, my life's over, it was very nice knowing you Joey...you were hanging from the light fitting, Zander was having a lie down in the cold buffet...and I was dancing the lambada with the daughter of the commissioner of the metropolitan police...commissioner Boyle's daughter

Joey: how'd I get onto the ceiling

Daniel: me and the others formed a human pryamid, but that is not the point...I did the lambada with the commissioner's daughter...I took her out to the cloakroom...*looking ready to cry* JOEY, I SNOGGED HER

*he looked at the paper again*

Daniel: *gasps* I've got her telephone number

Joey: *confused* 999

Daniel: that's her emergency number, her regular number's on the back

Joey: you sure it was the commissioner's daughter

Daniel: yeah, I remember it clearly, our age, white dress, green eyes, blond hair, kept smiling at me half the party

Joey: and that was her

Daniel: *groans* Joey Joey Joey

Joey: *groans* Danny Danny Danny

Later:

Joey: okay, what are we doing now

Daniel: I just want to grab a few things, I wrote  it all down here *he hands Joey the paper*

Joey: *reading it* to the naughtiest young man I ever met, kiss kiss heart heart, all my love and hair ruffles, Lilac

Daniel: underneath that, what's underneath that

Joey: PS, call me Friday, misery guts is at a conference

Daniel: UNDERNEATH THAT

*Joey covered his mouth trying hard not to laugh*

Joey: oh Danny, you are in trouble

Daniel: you think I didn't know that

*later Joey and Daniel are approached by a very angry Cobalt*

Joey and Daniel: oh hi dad

Cobalt: dont you, oh hi dad me, do you two have any idea who I've just been talking to on the phone

*the boys shook their heads*

Joey: no dad

Cobalt: commissioner Boyle

*the boys gulp nervously*

Cobalt: apparently the commissioner's beloved daughter Lilac woke up this morning with a smile on her face...smiling and whispering the same name over and over, Joey she kept saying, Joey, Joey, Joey...Joey Stryker

Daniel: *in shock* Joey

Cobalt: yes Daniel, but from what I hear you're both as bad as each other, first you lambarded her down to the the cloakroom...and then Joey dropped down on her from a chandelier...she hasn't been the same since *looking at Joey* APPARENTLY SHE COMPARED YOU TO ERRROL FLYNN

*he sighed and rubbed his eyes*

Cobalt: look, I know what these parties are like, we all have one or two too many, even I've done that myself when I was younger, I did some fairly dumb things too, but I didn't start swinging from the lightbulbs and kissing women I barely even know, THE COMMISSIONER WAS ALMOST IN TEARS