#poolin

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

You know those fics where Tim goes "by the powers vested in me by spite and child neglect Jason WILL rejoin this family"

Robin! Tim: HARLEY!!! I need your help with something and you can't tell anyone!

Harley: OMG is it finally happening!? Are you finally going dark!? Let me get my camera! Mommy's so proud of you Sweetie!

Tim: Stop calling yourself Mommy, it's weird. And no, I'm not going dark! I need you to help me help someone else

Harley: A little disappointing but sure. Whacha need Jellybean?

Tim: How do I convince a vigilante-turned-dead guy-turned alive-turned crime lord to reconcile with his dad? Who is also a vigilante.

Harley: This is about that Red Helmet guy and Batsy isn't it?

Tim: Possibly

Harley: Just so we're clear, you shouldn't follow any of my advice under normal circumstances

Tim: Already don't

Harley: Ok so first of all you gotta emotionally manipulate them. Hit them below their feelings belt. Then you gotta orchestrate some situation where they both have to work towards a common goal. Like the safety of a child. Don't forget to make sure Batsy takes his emotional fiber so doesn't get all stopped up. And then-

Tim: Hold up! I need a moment to process "emotional fiber"

[lonestar-badash]

I had to wait a few days for my newest hat but at least I wasn’t standing in that long ass line at the concert.

[lovelyo]

Season 3 part 2 will be Ass. Let me Tell You Why.

Cause in the end, Penelope, Lady Whistledown, the one who has left devastation in people’s lives will get all what she wants. The man that she wants, the attention that she wants, the family she always wanted to be(so envious of them she talked shit about them ), will get her best friend back, might have the heir for that dumbass Featherington plot line, might get the Queen’s pardon and above all else, will most likely not give up LW cause they made LW such an integral part of the show.(so in that case, she’ll be even more filthy rich)

And if we go by leaked spoilers, it is said that Colin will be mad at Penelope for like 1 episode until Kanthony talks some “sense” into him. So that just tells me Kanthony will be OOC because there’s no damn way Anthony would let that beast comment about his wife slide.

There are no stakes when it comes to this season cause we all know how it’s finna go down. If Penelope gets any type of consequences, then her very undeserved HEA is doomed so everything is going to have to go her way for the already idiotic plot to make some form of sense. It’s like the love triangle in part 1, what the hell was the point of Lord Debling when everyone and their ancestors knew Colin and Penelope were end game? So we can see Colin’s cringe angst? If we already know the answer to the love triangle, there’s no point. The “find you a husband” plot line was stupid as shit anyway, but it’s whatever now.

Ugh, then we have to sit through more awkward love scenes between asshat 1 and 2

Eloise threatening Penelope with her LW identity is going to amount to nothing cause we know Penelope isn’t gonna receive any comeuppance. Matter of fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they made Eloise apologize to Penelope for…���🏾‍♂️🤷(let’s apologize to the toxic friend for not dealing with their toxicity)

For Penelope to have a happy ending, she has to get away scot free and that’s what boils my blood. I hate in media and literature when a character goes around, creates chaos and receives nothing for it or just a slap on a wrist. I’ve noticed an increase in it lately too. Also, I’m tired of writers not severing their bias from their writing. I’ve been encountering many series lately where the writer(s) have favoritism towards a specific character and gives them the easy route, bends the world for them and pull punches just because they like them so much. It’s really aggravating cause you see everyone else getting put through the wringer and then you see the favored character walking through Candyland. It hurts the story, the character, and frankly makes you hate the character.

Everyone around Penelope is gonna act brain dead in order for Penelope to get what she wants and I’m not here for it. Even the general audience ain’t for it. The only people cheering this madness are the asylum patients called Polin fans with delusions that Penelope deserves the world.

I’m not even looking forward to Francesca and John’s story cause of the Poolin fecal matter I’ll have to swim through to get there. At this point, I’m might just watch spoilers of part 2 cause it’s not worth it.

P.S. Watch Cressida get the short end of the stick cause she’s the “bully” of the show and Penelope is the “victim”. Watch them break Creloise because of the “I don’t want you hanging around Eloise” subplot which will ultimately fuel Eloise and Penelope becoming friends again. Also, Penelope and Cressida competed for Lord Debling just for Penelope to go “sike” and marry Colin so she wasted Debling’s time and made Cressida feel like shit because she wasn’t chosen. P.S.S- Polins are huge ass hypocrites cause they ragged on Eloise being privileged and having “everything” but are silent about Penelope being privileged. By the end of this season, Penelope will basically have everything, even more so than Eloise, but sure, Penelope is definitely not privileged 😑. Penelope is privileged inside the world and outside by production, why are we denying this?

[plooto]

⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 4 — by the fire ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. in public , na’vi pet names ( syulang -> flower , muntxatan -> male mate ) , palming , hand job , teasing , marking , edging , aged up ! ao’nung .

now playing : mistletoe ; justin bieber

1:55 ──────|─── 1:08

volume : ▮▮▮▯▯▯▯▯▯▯

it was the prettiest night. your siblings and boyfriend’s friends were all splashing in the water, finally getting a break to spend time with each other. you sat next to ao’nung, eyes looking to the horizon while your mind wandered to the most sinful places, the gentle hue from the fire in front of you filling you with warmth.

“ what is it, syulang? what’s dancing in that pretty head of yours? ” you didn’t register what he said, not before you responded,

“ you. ”

your eyes widened as you turned to face him, your face turning a light purple as you saw a smirk splay across his cheeks. you stuttered as he gave you that look, the one that has you weak in the knees. ao’nung is so pretty..he’d be prettier if he was-

“ yeah? you can have me after, ” you fought a whine bubbling up your throat, you scoot closer to him your crisscross bumping with his as eyes flickering back to the group of laughing individuals who were barely within earshot.

“ i mean noww..muntxatan.. ” you pouted. now it was his turn to blush, he stuttered, eyes darting around to see if anyone heard you.

“ here? syulang- your brothers are right there you- shit~ ” you knew he wanted this just as much as you did when his dick jumped under your hand. you gave him a sly grin, knowing if everything else fails, his dick would sell him out.

“ ao’nung~ what they don’t know won’t hurt them.. ” you tilted your head as your thumb swiped over his clothed tip, fingers pressing flat against his shaft. ao’nung cursed, feeling heat poolin his stomach as it reflected in his face.

“ syulang- fuck. y- ah! d- don’t tease.. ” he gave you a half hearted glare, one you replied with an innocent look of confusion.

“ i would never tease you, my love.. ” you shifted your hand, slipping it under the waistband of his loincloth to spread the pre around his tip. you didn’t see it, but you knew it was angry, balls taught with anticipation as you stroked him faster. you leaned over to his ear, pressing kisses beneath it, fangs tugging on the skin on his neck.

“ yn- i- i’m close. ” he muttered, from behind gritted teeth, you smirked into his neck, tugging on the skin just how he likes it. dark bruise forming you laved over the mark with your tongue, removing your hand from under his tweng, his length throbbing with need.

“ w-what, why did you stop? ” you bit your lip, admiring the view of his flushed face.

“ do you want to ruin your loin or would. you rather ruin me? ” you watched as his face lit up with horny excitement, he struggled to stand, pulling you with him.

“ nete, lo��ak, we’re going to turn in okay? ” you yelled towards your brothers, ao’nung pulling you in front of him.

“ bye! ” they yelled in unison, and ao’nung didn’t wait another moment before pulling you away to your mauri.

( roxto turned to neteyam, “ they’re definitely not going to sleep. ” )

tags -> @luvv4j4ybe11

[daybreakthing]

Limilence

(pt: Limilence /end pt)

Limilence/Minapul; a term that is both limipul (link) & minalence (link), limipul-in-nature (POOLIN) & minalence-in-nature (MINAIN), limipul-aligned & minalence-aligned (nalenic), or any other combination between the two terms!

etymology; limi(pul), (mina)lence; mina(lence), (limi)pul

for cam!

tagging; @radiomogai & @rescanwriter

[floretspell]

limirrven/warripul - a term that is both limipul & warrven, limipul-in-nature (POOLIN) & warrven-in-nature (WARILIN), limipul-aligned & warrven-aligned (nirvenic), or any other combination between the two terms.

symbol from photopea.

made by us. suggested by @flykites. tagging @radiomogai & @idolleindex.

[willowser]

It's my birthday, & I'm not able to celebrate this year on my actual day because of work, but curious how the boys handle reader's birthday OR, what does reader for their birthday? Like, I imagine with bkg we do something small/intimate. But him and our day? He's running himself ragged. Stray cat touya trying to be aloof but also trying so hard. Gojo knowing he can do/get literally anything (for both yalls birthdays) but that's not what he actually wants. I just want to pick your brain lol

omg !! happy happy birthday dear !!! 🥺🩷✨️🦋 how sweet that we get to celebrate it together like this !! even if you are unfortunately stuck at work 😔 i hope what you do get to do for it, eventually, is so, so wonderful !! 😌🌱🔮✨️

HOW FUN LOVE PICKING MY BRAIN LET'S SEE !!

i think — bakugou is pulling out all the stops but also trying not to seem like he is, if that makes sense ?? like in the coming days before, he's saying NOTHING about it, to the point that you're sort of wondering if he forgot 💀 you casually mention it during dinner like—

"oh, and i meant to tell you that my coworkers want to go out for my birthday this weekend, so..."

and he just kind of nods, staring at you from across the table with that look you can't read, and then he asks, "y'gonna be home on thursday though, right?"

which is the crumb of confirmation you were looking for LOL though he still doesn't say anything else about it 😒 only nods again when you tell him that you will be home 😒 and the morning of, you wake up to flowers in the kitchen 🥺 and he !! still !! doesn't say anything !! 🥺 and i feel like it's like that the whole day, him doing little, meaningful things without mentioning it 🥺 you get home and he's in nice pants and buttoning up a nice shirt 🥺 ready for you to get dressed too 🥺

and he maybe looks calm and collected and flippant but HE'S ACTUALLY BEEN STRESSED THE WHOLE WEEK COMING UP TO THIS. could not get the right flowers at two different places, almost lost the reservation to dinner because the restaurant staff are idiots, has been actually looking over what to get you as a present for EVER. STILL NOT SURE HE PICKED THE RIGHT THING 🥺 he's just really good at masking it, but he's been bending over backwards to make sure it goes as smooth as it does 🥺🥺🥺

and he finally tells you happy birthday much later that night, very quietly in your ear as you're falling asleep 😌🩷✨️ what a brat 😌

OMG TOUYA HOW FUN

another one that's trying to make it seem like he's not all that aware — and maybe he's even trying not to care, but he's thinking about you in the coming days. not constantly, but in the back of his mind, he's thinking about the weight of a single gesture, for you.

maybe it would mean too much and he doesn't wanna put that out there yet, or maybe you'll think his attempt at something is laughable, and then he'll be really pissed at himself. but he'll think about the one good birthday he can remember, with his sister and his mom and all the fun he had. the taste of it all 🥺 and — fuck it, he might as well.

maybe he buys flower from the supermarket and a bottle of champagne that was on sale, or a six pack of something, but he shows up at your place almost too late, leaning against the doorframe with a cigarette in his mouth. and he's trying to be so chill, all "hope i didn't miss the party," even though the friends you saw today have long since gone home — but his heart is beating out of his chest because he's never done this for ANYONE 🥺 whether you realize it or not, this is a big thing for him 🥺

the alcohol sucks and neither of you like it and the petals of the bouquet are already falling off by the time he works up the nerve to come see you, but you sit on the rooftop of your apartment and just, enjoy the company 🥺

at one point, he grins too sharp at you and says, "glad i got the birthday brat all to myself."

and you wag a finger at him, though you can't help but to smile because it's enough of an admission to have heat pooling in your cheeks. "just for now, kid," you tell him, sticking your tongue out when he rolls his eyes. "just for now."

and he's smiling too, despite it all. watching the flower he's twirling between his fingers because he can't look at you, not right now. not when you look at him, too.

"'s'fine," he tells you, shrugging. "i'll take whatever you're giving."

AND GOJO actually. i think he's panicking LOL AKGBDKAK

because i think he could give you anything. everything that you could want, whatever he could think to give you — but that doesn't actually help him very much in the moment LOL

he wants to do everything perfect 🥺 so he does — everything. LMAOOO you wake up literally surrounded by flowers and there's a silk robe and matching slippers and an overly sweet cup of coffee on the night stand. he bought you a puppy with a ribbon. there's a bunch of framed pictures he made for the two of you. he comes into the room and your best friend is on the phone because he face timed them so you could talk as soon as you woke up aigbruqkqkq

he's got a buffet for breakfast. he hired a chef for the day. he makes a joke about carrying you everywhere.....that you realize isn't....actually a joke and you have to fight him off LOL there are several different outfits that he knows you've been eyeing and he bought them for you to wear for the day. HE DOES EVERYTHING AND HE'S SO WORRIED IT'S NOT ENOUGH 🥺

by the end of the day, you can tell that he's like. biting his nails behind your back and he's sticking close to your side like he's going to catch you sighing, defeated about something, and when he asks,

"did you have a good birthday?"

it's so genuine, his concern, that you have to hold his face between your hands and squish his cheeks together and shake him a little bit.

"yes," you tell him, for what feels like the hundredth time, before kissing his eyelids. "i did, because i got to spend it with you."

BUT HE'S SO ???? i think he's so weird about gentle affection that he's like..........but did you really though ?? almost as if he doesn't believe it 🥺

you ask him, "do you love me?"

"...well if you have to ask, then—"

and then you have to shake him again, until he smiles. "satoru, i said, do you love me?" and he doesn't say it loudly or to the world, but he just murmurs back a quiet 'yes' that you know he means. "do you love me even though i haven't bought you a puppy or designer clothing or hired someone to make you a full course meal?"

he gets it, then, even if doesn't answer, and relaxes into you a little bit. all day long he's been wide-eyed and high energy, dragging you along from one thing to the next — but now he kind of melts, stress of the day slipping off his shoulders.

you squish his cheeks again and laugh at the face he makes, before giving him a fat kiss. "yes," you tell him again. quietly, as he had told you. "i had a great birthday."

[toasteddtina]

tide poolin

[rhinowalker]

The Simpsons Redrawn Comics: Poolin’ Out!

[airfjordans]

in the dead haha. straight up poolin it. and by it, I mean, my hugh jackman

[lonestar-badash]

The perfect hat doesn’t exis…

[lovelyo]

Colin Not That Much Better Fr

Colin is the lesser evil in this Poolin relationship imo, but he’s still pretty bad. Everyone says he’s this kind sweet cinnamon roll when he has barely showed any of that shit, do we all live in a different timeline? Colin barely has a personality when he had 2 seasons to establish at least a foundation. Season 1 he’s just eating and getting suckered by Marina(granted she had hella good reasons to do so). He was just there in the background with no personality. Even Gregory and Hyacinth showed more of a personality. Same with season 2. That Featherington plotline with the fraud cousin was ridiculous and he did it more out of pity than actually wanting to help.

All they do is tell us about Colin’s character. Mama Bridgerton, what shit are you chatting, how the hell is Colin caring?

If anything, we’ve seen this douche be selfish. Why the fuck did he go to Marina’s house unannounced? To get his own closure.

How is he running off to travel? By using Anthony’s dime to go and fuck around and buy gifts on that same dime.

Why is he barely close with his siblings? Cause he’s traveling without thinking of anyone else. No wonder when he occasionally writes letters to them they barely respond cause they even know their brother is full of hot shit.

What does he do when he sees the clear beef between Eloise and Penelope? Makes it about himself and invites Penelope to their house despite knowing Eloise wants nothing to do with the wench.

Why does he do a complete 180 and pine after Penelope Hilton? Don’t worry, the showrunners don’t even know. We can only deduce from his behavior that he started wanting Penelope after her “glow up”. What does that say about him?

Why doesn’t he want Penelope to be with Lord Debling? Well, it makes him feel sad and jealous. He seemingly doesn’t care that Penelope might have found a genuine man. It makes him feel like absolute shit so hence why they shouldn’t be together.

How caring 🙃

Colin is legit a selfish prick and the show is trying to put glitter all over his bullshit to make it look like gold. But hey, they do the same with Penelope. Such a befitting couple

[swiftlance]

[ Sweet Bun Trio ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

"That's certainly a lovely dress," he says as he approaches her. In his hand is a plate with three little pastries atop. "The blue suits you, I have to say. It's interesting to see you outside of our ghost hunting exploits, but perhaps we can hunt for ghosts here as well?"

He's teasing, light and aloof and uncaring. Then he hands the entire plate over to Nephenee. "You should try these. The beorc chefs here are not so terrible, I think."

"Huh? Oh, um, thank ya," she replies, still feelin' a mite self-conscious 'bout standin' here like she belongs. Interestin' in a good way, she hopes. With King Kilvas, it could mean any number of things.

Horsefeathers, it shouldn't be funny, but her lips give the barest twinge at his joke. So far removed from the dark forest, it don't seem all that serious. "Dunno if'n they'd appreciate us sneakin' round the ballroom, weapons drawn."

Her eyes flick to the plate in his hands. Cautious, she takes it, starin' at the honey poolin' round one of the buns. "...thank ya, Your Majesty." She almost doesn't say anythin' else, almost abandons the hospitality bred inta her since was in swaddalin' cloths.

But it wins out in the end, like always.

"Would ya like halfa one?"

[fuckin-pistol-whipped]

I was fuckin out at town and there was this about 13-15 year old girl there and her and another boy were play fightin when she fell to the ground and her glasses broke along with the lense and as she got on her knees yoi could see the glass in her skin near the end of her eyebrow fuckin poolin blood outta her damn face and it was hella bad, fuckin poor kid. Hope she gets better

christ alive that do sound nasty. see, i ain't blieve in hittn kids o course, but i see sum like that & i'll b damned if i ain't at least step in th mix

hope she gets bettr 2 & that boy fucks rite off

[austronautcirca1147]

🥕Two Headless Geese (Original)

1500 word count thriller challenge! Not my proudest but it's okay

There’s a dead goose on this man’s doorstep.

I’m in front of a hella loaded mansion, starin’ down at a pure white goose. It’s starin’ back at me. I suddenly realise its head is detached from the rest of its body, dried blood poolin’ ‘round it. Tapping the floor with my boot anxiously, I feel somethin’ wet creep into the leather. I shift my gaze. The slimy white of an egg oozes from a pile o’ the things - five o’ em, I think. They’re all smashed, jagged shells stickin’ up’t the sky. Only one’s still aight.

I've dealt with some great deal'a cases before. Serial killers, drug lords, the mob. Never have I seen somethin' quite like this.

The others are looking mighty confused n’ nervous, too. Benny-J’s green eyes are reflectin’ the pure white goose, dartin’ back n’ forth between the goose an’ the man. The Gun’s brow is creased, an’ I know he’s wonderin’ why the dead goose wasn’t a dead man, instead. The only one who don’t look nervous is Grapefruit - he’s our boss. And I know what you’re thinkin’. What sorta nickname is Grapefruit? Far’s I’ve heard, Grapefruit started off his criminal life by swipin’ grapefruits off some peddler, and he’s been just that ever since.

The man at the door waves his hand, silently ushering us into his mansion. With the light, I recognize who he is. Messer Yawnings’ his name, and he’s got most’a the state’s - all but New Orleans’ - infrastructure under his finger. Grapefruit n’ Yawnings go off to some side room, leavin’ us schmucks in the entryway. There’s voices bein’ raised, though I can’t tell what they’re sayin’. It all falls into deadly silence soon enough.

They then appear outta a hallway, an’ Yawnings leads us to his parlour. He pours drinks from a real nice-lookin’ bottle of brandy. I notice that his right pinky’s missing. It ain’t hard’t tell, seeing as he ain’t even tryna hide it. Benny-J leans in and whispers, “Run-in wit de Yakuza, I’m guessin’.” 

Benny-J came from the Luciano-Genovese Family, one of the Five Families over up there in New York n’ Jersey, an’ his “Noo Yawhk” accent’s stronger than any other Yankee’s I’ve ever met. “Yuh know. De Japanese mob?” I shrug. Benny-J’s gaze turns to his drink, his green eyes dartin’ back and forth. 

Yawnings explains that some gang’s left the goose n’ eggs out on his porch when he didn’ pay back some loans, and they’ve been smashin’ an egg for each day. I don’t like that, nah. There’s only one egg outside still left unsmashed, an’ it’s barely an hour to midnight - tha’s when he said the gang would strike.

It’s sudden. Benny-J stiffens, his right hand tensed. Almost immediately after, Grapefruit goes rigid, and Benny-J leans over me, catchin’ him by the shoulder. I hurry to help, and we prop Grapefruit back against his seat, but by then our boss ain't but dead weight. Both our gazes turn to Yawnings, but The Gun’s way ahead of us. A pistol’s already pointed straight at Yawnings’ head, pressed against the guy’s forehead. The Gun didn’t earn his nickname for nothin’.

“Mais sha,” The Gun mutters. He ain’t usually one to talk much. “I think it’s time fo’ Plan B.” Plan B, that means the rare ‘bullet-in-brain’ disease. Yawnings barely says a word before The Gun's pulling the trigger. Bang-n’-a-boom, now we've got two dead bodies on our hands. I'm stunned as you are, but 'pparently Benny-J's got a plan. A switchblade flashes, an’, wouldn’tcha know it, the Yankee’s slit both their throats. He pops the cork outta the brandy bottle with that dagger, sniffs the liquid still inside, and smashes it ‘gainst the table.

"Bittah awhmonds," he mutters, an' it takes a while to realise he means cyanide. "But why would Yawnin's try tuh poison us?" He's mutterin' to himself. "I wonder what else he's gawt hidin'..." Nothin' else said, he turns. Benny-J's got no shame, man, an' he announces he's gonna go search Yawnings' basement. 

The Gun an' I are left wi’ the two dead guys. Sometime later, I ain't sure, I glance to my watch: a quarter to midnight. Benny-J's been gone too long. I ain't the only sorry soul who's noticed, an' then The Gun's up n' gone. 

Soon, I'm shaken outta my thoughts by loud thumping. Something crashes 'gainst a wall. A wooden beam creaks. Finally, a ringin' gunshot finishes it all off. Mais, that can't be good, is all that goes through my head before I'm headin' for where the sounds are comin' from: the basement. 

I'm 'bout to turn a corner down the wooden stairs when a scraping sound freezes my blood. It's dark here. The light flickers, on-off. My pistol’s pulled outta its grip, held straight in front of me. I turn the corner, and there’s a limp form on the ground. A dark silhouette looms over it. The light flickers back on for nothin’ more than a second, and its dim rays reflect off eerie, wolf-like green eyes that are trained right on me. Suddenly, the figure moves.

Years of training fly by, an’ I panic. My finger slips. A bang, a crunch. I hear a sharp inhale, then panting, shallow breaths. We’re silent for what might be a few minutes o’ lifetimes. Then, the light flickers back on. 

The green eyes are gone, but tha’s because they’re facin’ the floor. Benny-J’s got one knee on the ground, left hand held up to his chest, loomin' over The Gun’s dead body. Just a bit aways, there’s some radio device strewn on the floor. Static buzzes from it.

The concrete's stained with blood, an’ I think it’s poolin’ outta The Gun’s neck, somewhere. As I follow the crimson trail, my gaze reaches the soakin’-red blade of a dagger. It’s held tight in Benny-J’s free hand. 

“Greetin’s, awhfficer,” Benny-J says weakly, accent growin' thicker, still not looking up. I freeze, even more confused - it ain’t like I’ve got my badge pinned t’ my suit o’ anythin’. “I'm assumin’ you’re the one PD's said is de friendly one here.” PD? It takes a mo’ or so to realise he means the New York Police Department. Mais, that could only mean one thing.

“Greetin’s back to ya, officer,” I reply slowly. I ain’t sure about this, not at all, but I reach out to help him up. Benny-J drops his dagger, and takes my hand with his own. As he stands, he stumbles. His green eyes are unfocused. It don’t take a genius to see this man ain’t alright. He proves that point by nearly collapsin’ against me, and he coughs, frothy blood pourin’ outta his mouth. 

As we exchange history, he drops the hand that’s pressed to his chest, an’ I see the damage. A bullet wound goes straight through a lung. The pistol at my waist grows heavier by the second. Regret seizes me like a crawfish snare. It’s when he reveals that he was supposed to assassinate us all, aside from one of us who was ‘de friendly one’, as he put it, that I notice there’s a second wound through the shoulder. I remember the bang I’d first heard, an' grimace.

There ain’t nothin’ I can do for the poor guy aside from listen n’ share. He’s from Manhattan, an’ was undercover with the Luciano-Genovese, like he said. When they allied with the New Orleans Mob, Benny-J got transferred down here. I tell him the whole truth, that Imma LSP agent here in New Orleans, an’ that I had no clue he was undercover at all. Tha’ don’t help with the guilt, tho’.

Soon enough, he’s wheezin’, an’ choking sounds escape his throat. In a panic, he reaches out and grabs the radio, mutterin’ somethin’ like “over n’ out, finally.”

“I’ve kept ya too lawhng,” he mumbles to me suddenly, urgency in his voice. “Get outta de house, fast as ya can.” Tha’s all he says before a series of coughs wrack his body, an’ Benny-J’s green gaze reflects the light no more. I’m stunned for a good while, then I scramble to my feet. The Yankee’s proven he knew far more than anyone else here, so I listen. Besides, no one wants’t stay too long in a house with three dead guys n’ a headless goose. 

One look back, an’ then I’m gone, takin’ the stairs by two. The smell of blood fading, I notice a new scent: smoke. It’s sharp, an’ getting stronger. That ain’t a good sign. When I reach the front door, I fling it open an’ step out onto the porch. 

Something cracks under my boot. Slimy wetness creeps in once more. Too familiar. I check my watch. It's five after midnight. 

[floretspell]

liminzh/xenzipul - a term that is both limipul & xenzh, limipul-in-nature (POOLIN) & xenzh-in-nature (XZIN), limipul-aligned & xenzh-aligned (xenzhic), or any other combination between the two terms.

symbol from photopea.

made by us. suggested by @flykites. tagging @radiomogai & @idolleindex.