#ride or dieeee

[jewelstole]

sexy things to do near sel : don't be fucking annoying.

[doesromandoart]

time eats all his children in the end

[crypticsketchpad]

i'm so out of practice drawing these two but cmon. i had to do something for the occasion

if there's one really good thing about the new HM renovation: wifey is BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like to think they're very happy being together again, for real this time (hatty is right across from her in the ride now, that fact brings me immense joy)

[cryptidcryptic]

those voice lines of Minthara asking if AA can give her the gift of eternal life and him replying ‘I have one person who trusts me unequivocally. That’s enough for me”

AA wanting to be (a kind of vampiric) monogamous is..chefs kiss🥹

[hood-ex]

Since you said the lanterns on that poll, your opinion on the “Do the Lanterns count as a family” debate (I personally can’t decide)

I guess it depends on which Lanterns we're talking about. Like some seem close enough to call honorary family or to view each other as brothers. Other Lanterns have more of just a coworkers/team/friends vibe. Althouuugh... Hal did recently refer to the Corps as family in Dark Crisis #7.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

could you please do one where theo nott boasts about his hickeys from us to his mates and then we hear him and drag him upstairs and he goes all subby :)) btw love ur posts!!!

I would dieeee if you wrote about a needy Theo who is eating the reader out and he enjoys it so much he finishes without even being touched. I love when he’s subby

I combined these two asks, so I hope you guys like it!

Liar

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, oral(female receiving), shoe humping

18+ Minors DNI!

You had just entered the Slytherin common room when you heard Theo’s friend teasing him about the hickeys, but instead of getting flustered, he bragged about it.

“Yeah, I made my girl feel so good, she couldn’t contain herself. Needed to leave her mark.” Theo said with a smug smile.

That’s not what you recall, though. You recall teasing him by kissing and biting his neck until he begged to fuck you.

So you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around him sweetly. “Oh, I don’t think it went that way.” 

Theo looked at you with wide eyes, surprised you were there and that you were about to call him out. “Ah, doesn’t matter.” He tried waving off your statement dismissively.

“It doesn’t? But you’re bragging about it, love. It apparently does.” You smile at him.

His friends were laughing. “Stop.” He whispered to you.

“Upstairs. Now.” You whispered back to him and he didn’t even hesitate before letting you pull him to his dorm.

You closed the door and crossed your arms. “So, you think it’s okay to lie about me now?”

“You know how the guys are.” He tried shrugging it off.

“Do I need to remind you of last night? Of how I had you begging?”

He swallowed, his eyes looking down. “I could use a reminder.”

You rolled your eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You want me to make you feel good after what you just pulled?”

“I’m sorry, cara mia.” He said, kneeling in front of you.

“Doesn’t sound sincere.” You tsked.

“Please, bella, I’m sorry, I won’t lie again.” He started rubbing at your thighs.

“If you want me to make you feel good, beg.”

“Please, please, make me feel good, principessa.”

“You can use my shoe. I’m not doing any work after what you pulled.” You said, leaning back on your hands.

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that answer.

“Go on. Give yourself some relief.” You tilted your head expectantly.

He looked humiliated but moved to rub himself against the toe of your shoe, whimpering at the contact.

“Needy boy, willing to get yourself off with just my shoe. If only your friends knew.” You say mockingly.

“Please let me fuck you, cara mia. I’ll do everything. Make you feel good.” He begged, a moan escaping his lips as he kept humping your shoe.

“I don’t know. Gonna make me feel so good, I can’t contain myself?” You asked, using his words against him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, please.” He said, pressing kisses to your thigh.

“You can eat me out.” You said, spreading your legs for him. “But you can’t touch yourself.”

“Deal.” He said, wasting no time in nearly tearing off your panties. He buried his face between your thighs, licking at your cunt eagerly as he wrapped his arms around your thighs.

“Fuck. That desperate, baby?” You teased, tangling a hand in his hair.

He just moaned into you.

“You’re so fucking good at this, Theo. You like pleasing me?” You asked, tugging his hair gently and he looked up at you.

“Fucking love it.” He replied quickly before going back to licking at your clit.

“Better use of your mouth than lying about me, right?” You smiled at him and he nodded, sucking at your clit.

He kept licking and sucking, desperately trying to get you off, his own moans and groans nearly overpowering yours. You came with a cry of his name and some curses, body trembling as he helped ride it out. He pulled back and pressed kisses to your thighs to help calm you.

“Fuck. You still want me to make you feel good, baby?” You asked, cupping his cheek.

“No need.” He said, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously.

“I might’ve…already…” He looked down and you followed his eyes.

“Oh.” You said once you saw the wet patch on his pants. “Just from giving me head?” You smiled.

“Yes?” He answered but in more of a question.

“I love the power I have over you.”

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[fairyofshampgyu]

Just a Taste

Genre: smut, vampire au, crack, established relationship

Pairing: sub! vampire gyu x gn dom! reader (afab when comes to smut)

Warnings: blood !!!, begging, beomgyu is so whiney, neck biting, dry humping, riding, dacryphilia, face slapping, hair pulling, beomgyu cums literally just from biting their neck lmfao, spit kink, pussy eating, degrading

word count: 2k

Beomgyu lets out a contented hum as he lays down, face buried in your chest whilst you stroke his soft hair, beomgyu totally encompassing and holding your waist tightly in his arms.

Both of you had been cuddling for hours on your bed as beomgyu practically demanded it when he had finally come back, throwing you onto the bed and flopping on top of you despite you nearly being suffocated by his weight and refusing to let you go at all. It’s times like this you question whether your sweet and silly boyfriend was really a vampire. He seemed far from it sometimes.

He suddenly shifts his head to your neck instead, nuzzling and then burying his nose into it as he sighs and takes in a whiff of your scent, “Ah you smell soo good, y/n.” He muffles into you.

“You’re so weird.”

“Can I…can I feed from you? hehe…” He looks up at you mischievously, trying to bat his eyelashes in innocence.

“What? You already had so much!” You raise your brow, looking at him incredulously.

“But-but you taste so good! You’re literally so delicious. You’re like, the best blood I’ve ever tasted in my entire life! How could I not be addicted?” He pouts at you, still attempting to bat his lashes and look up at you cutely so you’ll give in. You usually do if he does it but you don’t seem that relenting at the moment.

You playfully swat at him, "Don't make it sound like I'm your personal blood bank or something.

Beomgyu pouts, "But you are my personal blood bank." He buries his face completely into your neck again.

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult." You laugh and roll your eyes.

Beomgyu grins and wraps his arms tighter around your waist, "Definitely a compliment."

“I’m starting to think you just like me for my blood…” You mutter jokingly, still stroking and playing with his hair.”

“Aw come onn,” he furrows his brows a little and stares at you, bringing his hand up to your face and grabbing your chin, moving it so you look directly into his eyes, “You know I love you, baby. Your blood…is just an added bonus. A very good bonus~”

He grins, making a little ‘:>’ face as he attempts to hold in his laughter. That earns him another playful slap as he giggles, “Ow ow! Sorry, sorry!”

“You’re so annoying.”

And he begins his dramatics again. “I might diee! I’ll dieeee pleaseee you don’t want your vampire boyfriend to like, disintegrate to dust or something do you?” He laces his hands with yours and squeezes them tightly, bringing them up to your face as he gives you puppy dog eyes, raised brow awaiting an answer.

“Think I’m gonna pass…” You say and he releases a little bratty ‘mmph’ at that, but goes on to nuzzle his face further into your neck.

He brushes his nose and lips repeatedly against the soft skin, closing his eyes and trying to make you change your mind, beginning to pepper little kisses.

He then gets harsher with his kisses, sucking onto your neck, leaving little bruises until he licks a stripe of your neck with his tongue and then marks up your neck more. “Gyu!”

“What? I’m not doing anything…” He grins with faux innocence.

That’s when you’ve had enough, you pull him up, changing positions and straddling his lap. He smirks, thinking he’s finally going to get what he wants as you lean in to press his lips against yours, making out with him intensely, lips moving and smacking against each other. You pull his body closer to you, grinding onto him and lets out a little gasp but his smirk only widens, gripping your waist even tighter and trying to roll your body on his for more friction.

“Hmm~ gonna let me taste you?” He asks, smiling smugly against your mouth, looking at you with half lidded eyes as you continued to grind your body against his clothed cock.

“No.” That makes him stop his movements, smug smile faltering and face falling.

“Please…please.” His fangs had begun to show now, glimmering under the moonlight reflecting from the window, looking at you with his dazed eyes and fluttering his eyelashes so sexily, brows furrowed. Him with his fangs was always a sight to see. He looked even more attractive like that.

“Such a pretty vampire.” You coo at him, caressing and stroking his cheek as he leans into it despite his sulking.

“Y/nnn…” Beomgyu whines out your name.

You pull your hair back, baring your neck and leaning down to him, his eyes widen and sparkle and he opens his mouth, fangs peeking out more as he gets ready to feed from you excitedly.

Then, as soon as he leans forward, you pull your neck quickly away and giggle. He furrows his brows even deeper, whining so annoyingly loud in frustration as you still laugh, clearly very amused at his reaction.

You do it again just to see if he’ll be dumb enough to fall for it and he does, leaning forwards fast again only for you to pull away from his mouth, teasing him.

“You’re so mean.” He pouts and whines so incredibly much at you, bottom lip jutting out and acting like a brat. You tease him again, but this time he tries to desperately and pathetically pull your neck back to his mouth.

“So spoilt.” You slap his cheek loud and hard, tutting at him. Beomgyu gasps and holds his reddened cheek, face turned to the side in the pillow, hair messily covering his eyes as he blinks hazily, mouth agape.

“A-again…” Beomgyu hiccups, teary, starry eyed, and shocked. He doesn’t know why but his fangs tingle at that despite aching this entire time.

You hesitantly slap his cheek again and then do it again and again, softly rubbing and caressing the area of his cheek before striking it each time, still grinding and humping against his bulge as he whimpered and whined with every slap, hissing and scrunching his face up into the pillow. Still continuous pleas leaving his mouth of tasting your blood as tears began to roll down his red cheeks every now and then.

You coo at him sarcastically, “Aww poor baby not getting what he wants?” He sniffles and nods his head, sounding like a broken record as he begged for your blood.

“P-please…need it! Just a taste…please….”

“Awww.” You wipe at his tears as they continuously fall down. His bottom lip wobbles and trembles as he looks up at your eyes purely devastated, mouth heavily downturned.

You decide to finally give in and he practically leaps forward to your neck, eyes crazed, not wasting any time and sinking his sharp fangs deep into your neck, puncturing and piercing your skin with two holes.

He drinks your blood feverishly and ferociously, eyes fluttering open and closed as he clings onto you so tightly, letting out a long moan of pure ecstasy as you do the same.

“Tastes so good…ah…mmh.” He groans muffled against your neck.

You begin to feel lightheaded despite the pleasure as beomgyu doesn’t seem to stop, drinking and on the verge draining your blood, sucking, slurping, and licking deeply as the blood seeped and gushed out all over your neck.

Beomgyu’s eyes roll back as he loudly moans and shudders, feeling an overwhelming pleasure course through his body and he cums completely in his pants on the spot. You feel the sticky and wet patch on his sweats against you as his face flushes in shock and embarrassment and he whimpers. He’s never cum just from biting your neck before.

He finally pulls away, panting heavily and eyes glazed over, ‘thank you’s escaping his mouth repeatedly as he still clung onto you with a death grip, hiding his face into your neck and body shaking.

You grab his chin and make him look up at you, using your thumb to wipe and smear the blood that dribbled and dripped down his puffy lips. His pretty fangs were all bloodied too and he gazed up at you so pathetically, so, so pretty. You pull his chin further up and part his lips, spitting into his mouth and he takes it pliantly, your spit mixing with the blood already in his mouth and he swallows, still looking up at you with his round eyes.

Sometimes you fail to remember he’s supposed to be a feared monster but you’re not scared, he hangs onto (mostly) your every beck and call, your own personal, pretty vampire boy that does (somewhat) absolutely everything you say, let’s you do everything and anything you want to him, he’s so obsessed with you. Or maybe it’s the other way round.

You smash your lips with his, making out with him so incredibly messy, your blood and both your saliva mixing. You can feels his fangs graze your lips and you lick at them as he smiles and softly bites at your lips.

He suddenly moves down your body and his head is already instantly between your legs, gripping on your thighs, not even asking before he’s ruthlessly sucking and practically making out with your pussy, fangs lightly grazing against your pussy and your clit making you shiver immensely.

One thing you know beomgyu is definitely good at is going down on you. He eats you so incredibly fucking well, better than anyone has, always so eager and puppy dog eyes sending you over the edge every time.

Beomgyu bites at your thigh softly and presses a few kisses and sucks a few hickeys before burying his face between them again, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking on it intensely. You pull and tug on his hair and he moans so fucking loudly as if he was the one in pleasure, tongue fucking you so desperately.

You try to pull his face away from your pussy but he whines, “I want you to cum though…need to make you cumm” he says wanting to eat you out as full gratitude, as a trade for your blood.

“Yeah, on your cock” he goes wide eyed at that and as much as he loves eating your pussy, he can’t complain at all at the moment, he’s been wanting you to fuck him so bad. His sweatpants still all soiled in his cum, cock aching and throbbing so badly this entire time, wanting to cum actually inside you.

You move to be on top of him again, straddling his waist and pulling his sticky dick out of his sweats, placing it to your entrance and sinking down on it completely as you both groan at the feeling. Beomgyu holds onto your waist shakily, watching you as he bites his lip and throws his head back.

You begin to fuck him at an unrelenting pace immediately, bouncing on his cock up and down that your pussy smacks with his balls every time you sink back down, stickiness and skin slapping noises so lewd around the room. Beomgyu can’t contain his moans at all, never one to anyway, but his mouth hangs open continuously as the strings and series of loud and high pitched whines and moans leave his mouth one after the other, seemingly getting louder every second.

Forearm thrown over his face as you lace his other hand with yours, grasping his hand tightly as you ride him even faster and harder. He begins to thrust up as well, rutting up into you as he whines he’s close, breathing becoming ragged and heavy.

You feel him squeeze your laced hand and grip onto it hard one last time as his body shudders and writhes and with a drawled, high pitched, pretty cry of your name, beomgyu releases thick ropes of his hot sticky cum deep inside you.

Your pace not slowing down as you continued fucking him to reach your own high, pushing his hips back down on the bed and keeping them there and beomgyu didn’t even seem capable of moving or doing anything other than laying beneath you and taking it, whining quietly as he squirmed underneath you until your own eyes roll back.

“How come you always end up getting your way?” You pant, slumping on top of beomgyu’s body.

He giggles, though still trying to catch his breath, “Because you can’t resist your handsome vampire bf and you love mee. Although you were so mean, teasing me like that.” Beomgyu pouts playfully, looking down at you.

“You liked it though. You’re such a whore for stuff like that.”

“I did.” He grins and kisses your forehead. Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and sad when fics have such little reblogs ☹️ Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write :) !

A/n: I’m deranged w no sleep so if it makes no sense and is shit that is why🤞. Also it is unedited

[b1mbodoll]

riding markie while he produces 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

NOT THIS PICTURE AGAIN PLEASE IM GONNA PASS OUT IM GONNA DIEEEE DONT LET ME DIEEE

need his cawk in my MOUTH i do not play about mark. omfg. him makin u listen to his new songs while you cockwarm him… purposely movin every now n then to tease you … rubbing ur clit when you try to Listen. omg. he’d loves when u act all smart n like u Can focus but he cannot get enough of dumbing u down… gettin u all needy n wet for him until you’ve had enough n just start riding him properly, clenching around his cock n moaning his name :( even after he fucks you full of cum, it still isnt enough :( youre still sooooo desperate for more n who is mark to deny his sweet girl !!!! fucks you over his desk n just keeps you on his cock until s time to go <3 needs to be inside u always

[maple-pies]

Trojan Team ACCURACY!!! (Div 1 perspective bc I'm annoying hehe)

I don't want to hear anyone say it's unrealistic to have that many LGBTQIA people on a team because while not every team does, plenty do and the Trojan's are none as being good people so it makes sense they would have more

On that note, not all the Trojans are queer. It's Jeremy's friend group that is bc again this book is set in 2007 (i think?) so naturally they are going to be more separated from the rest of the team bc things were less inclusive back then and they can relate to each other more (even though none of Trojan's appear to be homophobic except Lucas sometimes)

(even nowadays gay friend groups on team are still a thing y'all, I found it very realistic)

Laila and Cat just dumping all the drama and sexual history of their friend group on Jean made me DIEEEE!!! It was too real, there's always those moments where ppl just word vomit on the newbies about all the past tea and they sit there like o.o

Oversharing on teams happens all the time, for better for for worse

THE COACHESSSS AHHHH!!! Rhemann's subtle support (he just wants to do right by Jean y'all), Lisinski's tough love reminds me so much of the assistant coach I had as an underclassman, Jimenez saying "you know better so be better" IS THE MOST COACH THING I'VE EVER HEARD AHAHAHAH

having your teammates backs no matter what, Jeremy being there for Lucas even though he acknowledges they aren't close, those are your ride or dies fr

getting close really fast. It's been a couple months are Jean's already pretty tight with Jeremy, Laila and Cat. That's what happens when your around your team like 24/7.

ANYWAYS

I'll probably think of more later

[domnamewoman]

hiiii he didnt make it to mk1 but if u could write some hc for sub erron black i would DIEEEE i luv ur writing sm !!

Warnings: Dom!GN!Reader x Sub!Erron Black, Smut, 18+

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Erron is a simple man. All he wants is to make money from bounties, increase his firearms collection, and have his back blown out by his partner while he is hog-tied, gagged, and suspended from the ceiling. He doesn’t really think it’s too much to ask.

Erron is a FreakTM. There isn’t a toy out there that he wouldn’t consider using. Gags, nipple clamps, vibrators, ropes, sounding rods, paddles, riding crops, you name it. This man can take anything the wild wild west can throw at him.

Erron loves to be manhandled. Grab him by his collar or grab a fist full of his hair and he's moaning, “Harder. Hurt me. I dare you.” Of course, you have to take him up on the challenge. He just looks too good with his eyes rolling back from the pain for you not to.

Erron has a foot fetish. He’ll kneel in front of you and give you a foot massage. It won’t be long before he somehow has your toes in his mouth, sucking them like his life depends on it. He’ll nearly cum on the spot if you grind the heel of your foot into his crotch, smushing his balls.

Erron loves it when you milk his prostate. He loves it even more if you gag him and restrain him spread eagle on the bed, leaving him completely defenseless. He wants you to drain him dry of every drop of cum he has stored in his body.

[mazzystar24]

Hi 😁 Absolutely here to manifest buddie 🕯🕯🕯🕯

When I said parallel buck I didn't mean like a buck reborn thing, Ravi is after all his own character. Personally I see him more like the opposite to Buck, you know. Not making his mistake because he doesn't have those same hang ups, but still having a lot of links to Buck. I could see him being given similar plot beats but taking a different path. Frankly I can't believe they set up his history with cancer and didn't link that to the Buck/Daniel revelation. I was sure that was going to go somewhere. Of course I don't mean that he's solely there to be buck's shadow, but it was so weird how those two things didn't inter-connect (unless I missed something) perhaps in a similar way to Chim and Albert. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, the point is we need Ravi to become a main because we need fresh blood and a new character to explore. I have no doubt Ravi has his own messy backstory for us all to sink our teeth into.

YESSSS

The Daniel and Ravi storylines haunt me

Like the potential metaphors we could have? I’d DIEEEE

Like imagine buck having to save Ravi in some situation

Imagine Ravi bonding with Maddie or buck over the Buckley parents lore and cos he has knowledge of what the sick sibling would have felt like

someone proposed a combined Maddie and Ravi begins episode where we see flashbacks of both their lives and the parallels between Ravi and Daniel and UGH THAT WOULD DESTROY ME INTO A THOUSAND PIECES

Ooo and I once read a fic where Ravi himself had a saviour sibling but obviously he survived and omg it was so angsty and glorious

Also yes to that last part of your ask like they’ve not even scratched the surface of ravis character yet and already you can see how rich and full it could be like he has so much depth and he’s an icon already

Ravi main s8 or else we ride at dawn 🐎🤺🗡️

[kyrsse]

New friends

Chapter 3- Where the Ocean Meets the Soul ༊*·˚ notes: no past story for this chapter. Smut on the next chap but will prolly take long since I'm trying my best to make longer chapters and it's my first time writing one. enjoy! Oh and don't get confused by the past event in Chapter 2, it's the continuation of Qi Yu's storytelling in chap 1. this chapter is just rafayel mukbang, if only getting free food was that easy. ༊*·˚ tags: comedy, new characters, Caleb is a little boy, I really don't know how to tag. ༊*·˚ word count: 5,927 ༊*·˚ warnings: uhh discrimination? cursing, idk.

Year 2025

"I’m sorry, my love…" The words echoed faintly, like a whisper carried in the wind.

I opened my eyes and immediately gasped, my lungs burning from the sudden lack of air. Saltwater stung my eyes and I coughed, sputtering, as I struggled to sit up. My clothes were soaked through, clinging uncomfortably to my skin, and I was sprawled on the damp sand of a deserted-looking shore. The sun beat down, warm against my chilled skin, but the air was thick with the salty tang of the sea. I pushed myself up, wobbly, and tried to piece together the events that had landed me here.

“W-what happened…” I muttered, my voice hoarse. Flickering images danced behind my eyelids: the screech of tires, the horrifying crunch of metal, the world tilting… and then, the icy shock of the ocean engulfing me. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh my god! The car… I fell into the ocean!” A wave of panic washed over me, quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of relief. “Thank God! I thought I was going to dieeee!” I stood up, adrenaline coursing through me, and started jumping up and down, a shaky laugh escaping my lips. I spun around, taking in the desolate beauty of the beach – white sand, turquoise water, and swaying palm trees. It was almost idyllic, if not for the fact that I was completely alone and soaking wet.

“Oh, fuck…” My joyful reverie was abruptly shattered. “My phone! My phone!” I frantically patted my pockets, my heart sinking with each empty search. I rummaged through the soggy mess of my clothes, but it was no use. My phone, my wallet, everything was gone, likely lost to the depths of the ocean. “How am I supposed to get back?” I groaned, sinking back down onto the sand. I buried my face in my hands and then looked back up to the sky. "Maybe a cute little crab will come by and offer me a ride in his shell?" I giggled to myself trying to lighten my mood. A small hermit crab scuttled past, and I watched it, a small smile tugging at my lips. “If only…” I whispered. I imagined the crab wearing a tiny captain's hat, steering a seashell like a miniature boat. The image made me laugh again, a little brighter this time.

After what felt like hours of walking along the beach, hoping to find some sign of civilization, I finally spotted a building in the distance. As I got closer, I realized it was the hotel where I was staying. Exhaustion washed over me, but I pushed on, eager for a hot shower and some dry clothes.

As I stumbled into the hotel lobby, I was immediately greeted by the concerned face of my best friend, Evelyn. “Where have you been? I was so worried about you! You’re also not answering my calls,” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of relief and exasperation. Her usually perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled, and there were faint circles under her eyes. She must have been really worried.

“I… casually got into a car crash,” I said nonchalantly, trying to downplay the severity of the situation. “Thank the Gods I survived.” I gave her a weak smile, hoping she wouldn’t freak out too much.

Evelyn’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “Excuse me, what? Casually? Are you for real?” she sputtered, her hands flying to her hips. “I’ve only been gone for two or three days, and you’re already getting yourself into all sorts of trouble! By the way,” she continued, her tone softening slightly, “your father called. He wants you to come back home.”

I looked up, surprised. “Now are you joking?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought of facing my father after this ordeal was almost as terrifying as the car crash itself. I could already imagine the lecture  and the disappointed look in his eyes. I slumped onto a nearby sofa, feeling utterly drained. Evelyn sat beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Oh honey, you look like you've seen a ghost. Or been chased by one!" she said, trying to lighten the mood. She then pulled me into a warm hug. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. You need a hot shower and some food. And then," she added, with a serious look, "we are going to talk about this 'casual' car crash." I couldn't help but chuckle at her use of air quotes. Despite everything, I knew I was lucky to have her.

As I prepared for my shower, the warm promise of cleansing water a welcome thought after my ocean escapade, I began to undress. My soaked clothes peeled off, heavy and cold, leaving damp patches on the tiled floor. I unclasped my watch, placing it carefully on the vanity, followed by my earrings and the few rings I usually wore. As I reached for the clasp of my usual silver chain, my fingers brushed against something unfamiliar.

My eyes widened as I looked down. Nestled against my skin, nestled amongst the droplets of seawater still clinging to my neck, was a necklace I didn't recognize. It was a delicate chain, seemingly made of woven silver threads, holding a pendant shaped like a seashell. The shell itself was crafted from a mesmerizing sapphire, its deep blue surface swirling with lighter shades, like captured ocean depths. It shimmered under the bathroom light, catching and refracting the light in a way that was almost hypnotic.

I stared at it, my brow furrowed in confusion. I was certain I hadn't been wearing it before the accident. I distinctly remembered only wearing my usual jewelry. Where did it come from? Had it somehow gotten tangled around my neck in the ocean? The thought seemed improbable. The clasp was intricate, a tiny, almost invisible hook, and it was fastened securely. It couldn't have just randomly attached itself.

Even though the necklace was completely unfamiliar, a strange sense of familiarity tugged at me. It was a subtle feeling, a whisper in the back of my mind, like a half-forgotten dream. I felt drawn to it, as if it held some hidden meaning, a secret waiting to be unlocked. It was beautiful, undeniably so, but there was something more to it, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I reached for the clasp, my fingers hovering over the tiny hook. I hesitated. An odd feeling settled over me, a gentle but insistent nudge telling me not to remove it. It was a strange premonition, a gut feeling that I couldn't ignore. I lowered my hand, my gaze still fixed on the sapphire shell. It seemed to pulse with a faint inner light, as if it were alive.

I shivered, a sudden chill running down my spine despite the warm air of the bathroom. It was just a necklace, I told myself, trying to rationalize the strange sensations. But the feeling persisted, a quiet insistence that I should leave it be. I decided to trust my instincts, however illogical they seemed.

“Maybe it’s a gift from a mermaid,” I murmured to myself, a small smile playing on my lips. I imagined a beautiful mermaid, with flowing hair and shimmering scales, placing the necklace around my neck as I drifted unconscious in the ocean. The image was fantastical, of course, but it brought a sense of comfort. I chuckled softly, picturing the mermaid offering me a tiny cup of seaweed tea and a seashell phone. I imagined her saying in a bubbly voice "Oh dear, you seem to have had a rough day! Here's a little something to remember me by!"

I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. As the water washed away the remaining salt and sand, my fingers traced the outline of the sapphire shell. The strange sense of familiarity lingered, and I knew, deep down, that this necklace was more than just a piece of jewelry. It was a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I had a feeling it was somehow connected to my near-death experience. I resolved to keep it on, at least for now, and see what secrets it held.

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I finally arrived in my hometown, Linkon. The familiar cityscape, the bustling streets, the scent of street food wafting through the air – it all brought a wave of comforting nostalgia. I took a taxi straight to my apartment building, eager to finally relax after my chaotic trip. As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I was immediately greeted by a sound I knew all too well: a high-pitched, ear-splitting scream.

“AHHHHHHHH YOU’RE HERE AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO INFORM ME!! I missed you so much!!” Tara shrieked, launching herself at me like a furry missile. Her arms wrapped tightly around me, squeezing the air from my lungs. I stumbled back, laughing, but returned the hug just as enthusiastically.

“I missed you more, Tara, but what are you doing here?” I managed to gasp out once she finally released me. Tara grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Uhmm, actually, there are two of us staying here.” As she said this, a familiar figure emerged from the living room. It was Xavier, with his signature light blonde hair and a gentle smile playing on his lips. He was carrying a half-eaten bag of chips and looked slightly sheepish.

“You’re back… I… I missed you,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing a light pink as he approached me. He gave me a quick, hesitant hug, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air for a moment before finally settling on my shoulders.

“Xavvv missed you so much, you know. He couldn’t stop saying, ‘Ahh, I miss herrr,’ ” Tara teased, exaggerating Xavier’s voice and batting her eyelashes dramatically. Xavier’s blush deepened, and he immediately reached out to cover Tara’s mouth with his hand, his eyes wide with embarrassment. I couldn’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Tara, stop saying nonsense, M knows that’s not true and that I only see you as a friend, right?” Xavier stammered, his eyes darting towards me.

“LALALALAAA NONSENSE!” Tara interrupted, pulling Xavier’s hand away and sticking her tongue out at him. She then turned to me, wiggling her eyebrows. "He totally misses you though!" she whispered conspiratorially.

“Haha, guys, you can stop now,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. “You still haven’t answered my question. What are you both doing here?” I looked from Tara to Xavier, a genuine curiosity in my eyes.

“Well, hehe, sorry M,” Tara began, looking slightly sheepish. “We just kinda got kicked out of our apartments—”

“Tara told me she knew someone who had the rare plushie you wanted so badly and would buy it for me as long as I stayed here with her, oh, and that you went on a trip, so she told me she’d take advantage of your bathtub while you were away,” Xavier blurted out, interrupting Tara’s explanation. He looked at me with wide, innocent eyes, as if he hadn't just revealed Tara's entire scheme. Tara glared at him, her cheeks flushed.

“Xav, you have such a big mouth, huh?” Tara groaned, turning back to me with an apologetic smile. “M! I’m your best friend, right? And I couldn’t help it. Your bathtub has such a nice viewww,” she said, trying to salvage the situation. She then winked at me, hoping to lighten the mood.

I considered their explanations for a moment, then shrugged. “It’s okay,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “The both of you can stay here as long as you like. The place is pretty big, so it can get lonely sometimes.”

Tara let out another squeal of joy, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. “Thank you, M!!! I love you so much!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me again and peppering my face with quick kisses.

Xavier, who had been watching the display with a slightly amused expression, stepped in and gently separated us. “Alright, alright, that’s enough affection for one minute,” he said, a playful tone in his voice. He then picked up my bags, which I had dropped by the door. “Let’s go unpack your things. I’ll help you,” he offered, giving me a warm smile. I smiled back, feeling a wave of warmth spread through me. Despite the chaotic welcome, it felt good to be home, surrounded by my two best friends. It was clear that even though they had taken advantage of my absence, they had missed me just as much as I had missed them.

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I was carefully placing my clothes in the closet, neatly folding each item before stacking it on the shelves. Xavier was in the kitchen, the clanging of pots and pans and the burnt aroma of something was filling the apartment. Tara was sprawled across my bed, scrolling through her phone, her eyes occasionally flicking over to me with a mischievous glint.

“Sooooo what happened to that perverted guy you told me?” she suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence. I paused, a folded shirt in my hands, and looked up at her, a puzzled expression on my face.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely confused. I racked my brain, trying to recall any such incident, but nothing came to mind. I resumed my task, placing the shirt on the shelf.

“You know,” Tara persisted, a wide grin spreading across her face, “the French dude who went into your closet and was sniffing your… thongs.” She burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

My eyes widened in disbelief. “What the hell?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in incredulity. “I don’t wear thongs! Plus, I don’t know what you’re talking about. No such thing like that happened back in Bordeaux.” I stared at her, trying to decipher if she was serious or just pulling my leg. The image she’d painted was so absurd that I almost couldn’t believe she was being serious. Had I somehow completely blocked out this bizarre encounter? It seemed impossible.

“Yes, you did!” Tara insisted between gasps of laughter. "You told me about him! He was wearing your favorite hoodie!" She mimicked sniffing something, making exaggerated sniffing noises, and then pretending to faint from the "overpowering scent".

"Tara, seriously, I think you're mixing me up with someone else," I said, shaking my head. "I would definitely remember something like that. It's not exactly an everyday occurrence." I paused, a thought striking me. "Maybe you're thinking of a story you read or saw in a movie?"

“No, but seriously, I’m telling the truth,” Tara insisted, her brow furrowed in concern. I sat up straighter, looking at her intently. I’d known Tara for years, and I could usually tell when she was pulling my leg. This time, however, she seemed genuinely perplexed. It didn’t look like she was lying.

“Maybe I did lose my memory,” I conceded, “but if that were the case, shouldn’t I have forgotten everything by now?” I moved to sit beside her on the bed, a growing unease settling in my stomach.

“You even sent me a picture!” Tara exclaimed, whipping out her phone and scrolling through her messages with frantic energy. “See! Here it is!” She shoved the phone in my face, her finger pointing at a message thread.

My eyes scanned the screen, and I nearly choked. The message read:

“Hey Tara, I got a pervert in my closet. I caught him sniffing my undies while I was painting… Something I wasn’t expecting here in France!”

Below the text was a photo. A photo of a guy with dark purple hair, tinged with pink, tied to a chair. His brows were furrowed in a deep frown, and he was glaring at the camera as a hand, presumably mine, held up his chin. Oh. So she wasn’t joking.

“I didn’t send anything like that, though. I don’t remember at all,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Denial was battling with a creeping sense of bewilderment.

“Maybe I forgot about it because of the car crash,” I mumbled, grasping at the only explanation that made any sense.

“YOU GOT INTO A CAR CRASH?!?!?!” Tara shrieked, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. The sudden outburst caused Xavier’s head to pop out from the kitchen doorway, a wooden spoon still clutched in his hand. He had flour smudged on his cheek and looked like a startled deer.

“Who crashed the car?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. He rushed into the room, abandoning his culinary duties. The smell of something slightly burnt wafted in after him.

"It was me, kinda. I mean, the car kinda crashed itself into the ocean," I explained, trying to downplay the severity of the situation. "But that's not the point! Tara's showing me this message I apparently sent her about catching a pervert in my closet in France, but I have absolutely no recollection of it!"

Xavier's eyebrows shot up. "In your closet?" He looked at Tara, who just nodded, still looking shocked from the car crash revelation.

"Undies," Tara supplied helpfully.

Xavier blinked, then chuckled. "Only you could manage to attract a closet-dwelling, underwear-sniffing pervert while on vacation in France,"

"It's not funny!" I protested, crossing my arms. "I genuinely don't remember any of this!"

"Okay, okay," Xavier said, composing himself. "So, let me get this straight. You were in France, you were painting, you caught a purple-haired man sniffing your… unmentionables, you tied him to a chair, you sent a picture to Tara, and then you got into a car crash? And you remember none of this?"

"That's about the gist of it," I confirmed, feeling more confused than ever. I looked at Tara, who was now scrolling through her phone again.

“Tara, can you send me the picture?” I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the unsettling nature of the situation. I needed to see this man, this Jean-Pierre, for myself.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed with a new message. I opened it and stared at the photo. It was indeed the same image Tara had shown me earlier: the purple-haired man tied to a chair, his expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. I zoomed in, scrutinizing his face, trying to jog my memory. His features were… not entirely unfamiliar, but I couldn’t place him. He had a strong jawline and those purple locks that were impossible to miss. 

Then, my gaze landed on something that made my breath catch in my throat. Around his neck, nestled against my hoodie, was a necklace. A seashell pendant, crafted from a shimmering sapphire, hung from a delicate silver chain. It was… identical to the one I was wearing.

I instinctively reached up and touched the cool sapphire shell resting against my own skin. I held it up, comparing it to the one in the photo. There was no doubt. They were the same. The same intricate silver chain, the same swirling patterns within the sapphire, even the same tiny, almost invisible clasp.

A shiver ran down my spine. This wasn’t just a random pervert I’d supposedly encountered in France. This man was connected to me somehow, connected through this very necklace. He must be someone important, or perhaps even the original owner of this strange piece of jewelry.

A wave of confusion washed over me. How could I have forgotten such a significant encounter? How could I have forgotten him? The pieces of the puzzle weren’t fitting. The car crash… the lost memories… the purple-haired Frenchman… the matching necklaces… it was all swirling together in my mind, creating a confusing and disorienting picture.

A sudden thought struck me: maybe he was the one who saved me from the car crash. Maybe he pulled me from the wreckage and placed the necklace around my neck as some kind of… memento? A thank you? A reminder?

The possibilities raced through my head, each one more perplexing than the last. Had he been watching over me? Was this some kind of destined encounter? Was he a guardian angel in a purple wig?

I shook my head, trying to clear the chaotic thoughts. I was getting ahead of myself. There were too many unanswered questions, too many missing pieces. I needed more information. I needed to remember.

Exhaustion finally started to take over. It had been a long and eventful day, and my mind was reeling from the revelations. I decided to push the questions aside for the moment. “Oh well,” I murmured to myself, switching off the light. “I’ll just think about it tomorrow.” But as I drifted off to sleep, the image of the purple-haired man and the shimmering sapphire shell remained etched in my mind, a persistent reminder of the mystery that lay ahead.

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A lone Lemurian was on a mission. Clutching a large, iridescent seashell like a prized trophy (or maybe a very uncomfortable clutch), he’d been swimming for three solid months. Three months! That’s a lot of saltwater and prune-like fingers. He was desperately searching for “Linkon”.  He wasn’t entirely sure what Linkon was – a city? A mythical land of endless seaweed snacks? – but he was determined to find it.

Spotting a fisherman’s boat bobbing on the waves, he propelled himself forward, his powerful tail propelling him through the water. He surfaced near the boat, clinging to the side like a very enthusiastic, slightly scaly barnacle. “Uhm, hello,” he gurgled, trying to project an air of casual seafaring. “I would like to ask if Linkon is near?”

The fishermen, understandably, gasped. One nearly dropped his fishing rod, another choked on his sandwich, and the third just stared, his jaw hanging open like a fish gasping for air. “Oh, it’s still kinda far away,” one of them finally managed to stammer, pointing vaguely north. “Just go north and ask other people if you’re near.” It was the kind of direction you give when you really, really don’t want to get involved.

The Lemurian, oblivious to their shock, simply nodded, thanked them politely, and began to swim again. The fishermen watched him go, their eyes wide. Then, the realization dawned. “Hey!” one of them yelled. “Are you really gonna swim from here to Linkon?!” He paused, squinting at the disappearing figure. “I-is that a mermaid?!?!?!”

“Oh my,” another one whispered, his eyes gleaming with dollar signs. “It is such a big discovery! We’re going to be rich!!!!” He started doing a little jig on the deck, bumping into the fishing nets.

The third fisherman, clearly the voice of reason (and possibly suffering from a mild concussion), smacked him on the head with a large, flapping fish. “Dumbass,” he muttered. “What makes you think they would believe us? We’ll sound like a bunch of crazy sea dogs!”

A few more days passed, and the determined Lemurian was still at it. His tail was aching, his skin was a delightful shade of sunburned lobster red, and he was starting to hallucinate schools of dancing krill. But he refused to give up. He was a Lemurian on a mission!

Finally, he spotted a group of elderly ladies cleaning the ocean shore. He also noticed a pile of clothes and two mismatched pairs of slippers – one red, one blue – lying on the sand. An idea sparked in his waterlogged brain. He scrambled onto the beach, hastily pulling on the clothes and slipping his webbed feet into the mismatched slippers. He looked, to put it mildly, like a total maniac. But he figured it was better than shocking the grannies with his true, scaly form.

He shuffled towards them, still clutching his seashell. “Uh, hey,” he said, trying to sound as human as possible. He still had a bit of a gurgle in his voice, though. “Where is Linkon? Is it near?”

The old ladies looked at him with a mixture of amusement and concern. One of them smiled warmly. “Ohh yes, we’re just about to head there now,” she said. “Would you like to come with us?”

The Lemurian beamed, his slightly crazed expression softening into one of pure relief. “Sure,” he gurgled happily. Finally! Linkon! He just hoped they had some very tasty food.

During the train ride, the Lemurian was utterly captivated by everything around him, his wide-eyed wonder causing a series of minor, but amusing, disruptions. He’d point at flashing lights with excited gurgles, try to catch the reflections of buildings in the train windows, and even attempt to have a conversation with a stranger. When they finally arrived in Linkon, he bid a grateful goodbye to the old ladies and set off to find her. But the city was enormous, a teeming mass of people and buildings. How was he supposed to find one specific person in this big city? He wandered aimlessly, growing increasingly tired. “Did I really make the right decision coming here?” he sighed, his shoulders slumping.

His stomach then let out a loud rumble, drawing his attention to a nearby fish tank. The fishes inside, sensing his presence, darted away in a flurry of fins and scales, clearly terrified of becoming a quick snack. Seeing their panic, the Lemurian took a step back. “Fine, I won’t eat you guys,” he mumbled, feeling a pang of sympathy. “But I’m so hungry. Do you know any other places where I can get food?” The fishes just stared back at him, their tiny fishy mouths opening and closing silently. He sighed again and wandered off, his stomach still growling.

He stumbled upon a group of students harassing a younger girl. “Hey, where’s your money? I’m hungry!” one of them demanded, snatching a few bills from her trembling hand. The Lemurian watched this exchange with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Oh, he thought. So that’s how you acquire food in this land.

He then began searching for a lone, vulnerable-looking child. He spotted a brown-haired kid walking alone, clutching his backpack tightly. The Lemurian approached him, casually plucked the backpack from his grasp, and started walking alongside him. The kid looked up at him, bewildered. “Hey, give me my bag back,” he said, his voice small. The Lemurian ignored him. “Give me your money. I’m hungry. Then I’ll give you your bag,” he stated matter-of-factly. The kid, surprisingly feisty, kicked the Lemurian in the shin. “Hey!” the Lemurian yelped, clutching his leg in mock pain. “That’s not very nice!”

“And it wasn’t very nice of you to take my bag and ask for money,” the kid retorted, snatching his backpack back. “Come with me.” He turned and started walking, and the Lemurian, still slightly rubbing his shin, obediently followed. They arrived at a nearby convenience store and sat down at a small table. The kid sipped on banana milk, while the Lemurian happily slurped down a cup of instant noodles.

“Hey, big guy,” the kid said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What you did back there wasn’t really nice. Promise me you won’t do it again, okay? People work very hard for their money. You can’t just take it whenever you please. Did you know that my grandma’s hands hurt from knitting stuff just so I can have a nice life?” He launched into a heartfelt lecture, explaining the complexities of earning a living. The Lemurian listened attentively, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Okay…” he said slowly, when the kid finally paused for breath. “But why do you knit stuff?” he asked, genuinely confused.

The kid sighed, a world-weary expression on his young face. “You really don’t know anything, huh? To survive, of course. That’s why I need to go to school, so when I finally become a DAA fighter pilot, I’ll protect my grandma and give her a good life.” He paused, then extended a hand. “By the way, what’s your name? I’m Caleb.”

“Name?” the Lemurian echoed, tilting his head.

“It’s what you call yourself, or what other people call you,” Caleb explained patiently. “Are you that naive?”

“I don’t have one…” the Lemurian mumbled, returning to his noodles.

“But do you know someone named… Mc?” he asked Caleb after a moment of thought.

“No, why? Is she your girlfriend?” Caleb asked.

“What’s a girlfriend?” the Lemurian asked, then added, “But she told me I’m her husband.”

Caleb’s eyes widened. “And I’m here to find her,” the Lemurian continued, “She told me she lives here.”

Caleb patted him awkwardly on the back. “Maybe she divorced you,” he offered gently. “But it’s okay, there are other girls in the world.” He continued to pat the Lemurian’s back, while the Lemurian just stared at him, utterly bewildered by this new concept of “divorce.”

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Days blurred into one another, each spent with the Lemurian diligently searching Linkon, but still no sign of his mysterious “Mc.” He wandered the bustling city, his oversized seashell clutched tightly until he stumbled upon a charming little café. Through the window, he saw a wonderland of coffee, pastries, and sweets – a veritable feast for his rumbling stomach. His mouth watered as he pressed his face against the glass, his breath fogging the window.

Unfortunately, his reverie was interrupted by a sharp voice. “Hey! Beggar! Go somewhere else! It’s not like you can afford any of this,” a worker snapped, shooing him away with a dismissive wave of her hand.

The Lemurian’s good mood evaporated. He bristled at the insult, a scowl forming on his face. He was about to give the rude worker a piece of his mind (or whatever the Lemurian equivalent of a piece of mind was) when a deep, manly voice intervened. “It’s okay,” the voice said smoothly. “I’ll take care of him.” The worker, suddenly flustered and embarrassed, stepped aside, muttering a hasty apology.

“Come inside,” the man said, turning to the Lemurian with a warm, friendly smile. “My treat.” The Lemurian’s eyes widened, then sparkled with amusement. This was a turn of events he hadn’t expected. They entered the café, the man pausing to deliver one last, pointed remark to the flustered worker. “Oh, and before we sit down, kindly inform your manager that I’d like to speak with them. Their customer service needs a lot of improvement.” The worker gulped nervously, avoiding his gaze.

They settled at a nearby table, the man gesturing for the Lemurian to take a seat. “Just order whatever you’d like,” he said, pulling out his phone and minding his own business. “I’ll pay for everything.”

The Lemurian, presented with such an opportunity, didn’t hesitate. He pointed at a dizzying array of pastries, cakes, and other delicious-looking treats, his eyes shining with pure joy. The man chuckled softly from his side, not even flinching at the sheer quantity of food being ordered. After the waiter left to inform the kitchen of the order, the Lemurian turned to his benefactor, curiosity bubbling within him.

As they waited for their order, the Lemurian couldn’t resist asking, “Why did you do that? Aren’t you supposed to… you know… save your money? Or do you knit a lot more stuff than Caleb’s grandma that you have many monies to give?”

The man smiled at his innocent question. “You’re funny,” he chuckled. “But not everyone earns money by knitting. I’m a doctor, and it’s my responsibility to take care of the people around me.” He set down his coffee, his gaze thoughtful.

“Caleb… such a liar,” the Lemurian muttered under his breath. Then, his eyes widened as a sudden realization struck him. “What is your name?” he asked, his voice full of urgency.

The man looked up from his phone. “Call me Zayne,” he replied, introducing himself with a polite nod. “And you?”

“Oh, I don’t have one…” the Lemurian said, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I’m still thinking about what to name myself.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Zayne said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Just then, the worker from earlier returned, pushing a trolley laden with the Lemurian’s extravagant order. He was about to dig in with gusto when a small voice echoed in his memory.

“Remember, when someone does something good for you, say thank you.” It was Caleb’s voice, the memory of his earnest lecture still fresh in his mind.

He looked back at Zayne, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Thank you, Zayne, for the yummy food!” he said sincerely, before finally diving into the mountain of treats. Zayne smiled, then shot a pointed glare at the worker, who was now shrinking under his gaze. The worker, realizing the error of her ways, immediately dropped to her knees beside Zayne, begging for forgiveness. But the Lemurian, surrounded by a sugary paradise, was too engrossed in his feast to notice the drama unfolding at his feet. He was in his element, finally enjoying the delights of Linkon, one delicious bite at a time.

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The doorbell rang, a cheerful little trill that did not match the sudden knot of anxiety in my stomach. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Cautiously, I approached the door and peered through the peephole. A tall figure stood on the other side, a shock of white hair gleaming under the porch light. Sylus. My stomach did a little flip-flop, not exactly of excitement. I opened the door to find him beaming, holding a bouquet of red roses, so large they practically obscured his face, and with a small mountain of gift bags and boxes piled at his feet. It looked like he’d raided a department store. “Happy birthday, sweetheart” he announced, sweeping me into a hug and planting a kiss squarely on my cheek. It was a bit too much, a bit too close, and I felt my cheeks warming. From the corner of my eye, I saw Xavier, who had been quietly reading in the living room, abruptly stand and disappear down the hallway, his jaw tight. I pulled back from Sylus’s hug, feeling a little flustered.

I pulled away from Sylus’s hug, trying to regain my composure. “Thanks, Sylus,” I stammered, clutching the bouquet of flowers. They smelled amazing, a mix of sweet and floral scents. “I really appreciate it, but you really didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” I added, gesturing towards the ever-growing pile of gifts.

“Nonsense, kitten,” Sylus chuckled, his eyes twinkling. He seemed utterly unfazed by my slightly awkward demeanor. I stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “Come in,” I offered.

Sylus, however, remained rooted to the spot, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No need,” he said, his smile widening. “We’re going out, Get ready.” He winked, leaving me standing there, a bouquet of flowers in my arms, a blush on my cheeks, and a distinct feeling that my birthday was about to take a very unexpected turn. It seemed like my birthday was going to be more exciting than I had anticipated.

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[prettyflyshyguy]

Some miscellaneous Ghost Dean AU bits kicking around in my head that I may or may not get around to drawing/writing drabbles of but there's only so much time in the day and if I don't extract the ideas my head is going to burst, so:

-Dean's a stubborn bastard so given the info on the 'ghosts' page on the wiki, I think its safe to say after he gets the hang of manifesting within the car, it's not too long before he can control the car - then haunt in the vicinity around wherever the car's parked. He knows what ghosts can do, and likely just says "I want to teleport. I'm going to teleport."

-This leads onto the next concept of Sam just shoving someone into the passenger seat, of the empty impala, presumably after they were just attacked by a monster, then yelling towards the driver's side "Take them somewhere safe, and don't be weird!!" and bolting off. The person just watches Sam run, jumps when suddenly the doors lock by themselves, looks back and Dean is just sitting there like "Hey what's up, heard you need a ride." then he just takes off as this person's screaming.

-He pisses Sam off too much one day and the dude pours salt on the door and windows of whatever motel room he's in and Dean's just stuck outside like, you motherfucker. "I was stuck inside the car for a year please I want to pretend I'm alive again!"

-On the topic of him haunting the general vicinity of an area + ghosts ability to see other ghosts and incorporeal creatures, for your consideration: Ghostfacers episode, but the bros are checking out an alleged haunted location and they conclude: there is nothing there, it's clean. On the way out Sam runs into the Ghostfacers crew (Dean probably dips, or was conveniently in another room at the time, dude's probably relishing in the ability to just Not Be There when he wants to just cause it pisses off Sam) and they're like "OH SHIT IT'S YOU! What happened to the other guy???" and Sam just panics and spitballs:

"Oh, he uh, he died. One year ago, today in fact. In this very house. You guy's shouldn't be here!"

And then they proceed to riff off each other and just scare the living shit out of these poor people. Dean just manifests like "SAYUM, YOU LET ME DIEEEE!!! YOU COULDN'T SAVE MEEE!!!", the Ghostfacers team are screaming, Sam is trying not to laugh. If they try and leave Dean just appears at the doorway looking intimidating and they bolt in the opposite direction, or Sam just pretends to try and open and door and goes "Oh my god he's locked us in!!"

Nothing is more powerful than two siblings putting aside their differences to absolutely ruin some other peoples day (instead of trying to ruin each others.)

[hauntingblue]

Here we fucking go...... Impel down.... at last I will get to see my beautiful NOT YET DEAD wife again....

GARP TRYING TO DEFEND ROGER??????? FOR WHAT!!!! YOURE GONNA LET HIS SON DIEEEE!!!!!!!!! DIEEEEEEE!!!!I couldn't even make it one page akdbaknqkqksks I CAN'T!!!

Where's luffy level 1

Their relationship here is so funny...

It's SO GOOD how he wants to betray him at every turn but for some reason or another he can't

Luffy riding the buggy plane.... I guess man

I forgot how funny this was......

Like what the hell are these panels??? Kdhaksjakska

ACEEEEEE AND JIMBEEEEEEEEIII 😭😭😭😭 ACEEE AND JIMBEEEEEI 😭😭😭

I can't do this... I'm not strong enough

LOOK at the wall behind ace and there is a hole beside him and behind him the wall is CRACKED AND DENTED from what I imagine was his body hitting the wall. Goodbye

I can't do this.... the one two punch that is knowing both ace AND whitebeard will die and everything will indeed crumble....

AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

Luffy just playing with the sphinx....

He's so proud of luffy... well you didn't contribute A THING

Omg a joestar in impel down.... maybe another Dio secret child....

Is he shaking..... 🥺🥺🥺

I love him...... look at him he's so happy.... it's making me sappy

And I love this face too akdhaksjsk

The contrast.... killing myself again and again (early nights in white sheets with lace curtains... Pompeii in the distance)

COMPLETELY forgot about this.... even now he is keeping the peace????

The poison hydra looks so cool....

I can't watch...

AND THEN IT CUTS TO ACE I CAN'T DO THIS!!!!

BON CLAY YOU WILL GET ME THROUGH THIS!!!! THANK YOU BON CLAY!!!!

ENOUGH!!!! WHY IS IMPEL DOWN LUFFY JUST GOING DOWN HELL AND BEING VICTIM TO UNENDING HORRORS!!!! ALL FOR HIS BROTHER!!! (dante's inferno ref i know i know)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

BON CLAY APPEARING AFTER THAT!!!! BON CLAY!!!!!!

LUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! LUFFYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

[just-another-programmer]

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Set fire to your hair

Poke a stick at a grizzly bear

Eat medicine.. thats out of date

Use your private parts as piranha bait

Dumb ways to dieee

So many dumb ways to dieee

Dumb ways to die-ie-ie

So many dumb way to dieee..

Get your toast out.. with a fork

Do your own electrical work

Teach yourself how to flyyy

Eat a two-week-old unrefrigerated pieee

Dumb ways to dieee

So many dumb ways to dieee

Dumb ways to die-ie-ie

So many dumb ways to dieee..

Invite a psycho killer inside

Scratch a drug dealers brand new ride

Take your helmet off... in outer space

Use a clothes dryer as.. a hiding place

Dumb ways to dieee

So many dumb ways to dieee

Dumb ways to die-ie-ie

So many dumb ways to die

Keep a rattle snake as a pet

Sell both your kidneys on the internet

Eat a tube.. of superglue

I wonder, whats this red button do?

Dumb ways to dieee

So many dumb ways to dieee

Dumb ways to die-ie-ie

So many dumb ways to dieee

Dress up like a moose during hunting season..

Disturb na nest of wasps for no good reason...

Stand on the edge of a train station platform

Drive around the boom gates at a level crossing

Run across the tracks between the platforms

They may not rhyme, but theyre quite possibly

The dumbest ways to dieee

The dumbest ways to dieee

Dumbest ways to die-ie-ie

So many dumb

So many dumb way to dieeee...

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HA- me

Im useless as hell to my team aren't I-

If i had to pick a dumb ways to die character I'd probably choose this guy-

MMMMMMMMM moneee 🤤