#ripping my vocal chords out guys

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

fuck this “maybe having a stutter” shit

[qulizalfos]

adrianne lenker. guys

[chasingthestarss]

Jealousy Jealousy

Just a little short thing I wrote because I wanted jealous James. It's really just a bunch of dialogue but enjoy!

Words: 955

Barty Crouch Junior was a problem.

A big problem.

The biggest problem James had ever had.

He kind of wanted to kill the guy.

James had never felt so violent as he did watching Barty lean in and whisper into Regulus’ ear.

He wanted to rip out Barty’s throat when Regulus laughed at whatever Barty whispered into his ear.

James knew he had no right to feel that way. He had no reason to want Regulus to not go near Barty. They were friends and James didn’t have any claim to Regulus. It wasn’t like Regulus was his boyfriend. And if he was James’ boyfriend, James wouldn’t have the right to tell him how to act with his friends.

He was out of his seat in seconds when Barty's hand settled on Regulus’ waist, like it belonged there or something. James wanted to cut his fucking hand off. Maybe then he would quit touching Regulus. Maybe then he would leave Regulus the fuck alone.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?” Barty smirked when James reached them.

What was he gonna do? Tell Barty to stop talking to his friend? Really why did he even walk over? What could he do other than observe violently.

“I need to talk to Regulus,” James said shortly, not giving Barty any attention.

Barty smirked. Of course he did. When was he not smirking at James? Like he knew something that James didn’t. It pissed him off.

“We’re busy,” Barty smiled at James and waved him off like some sort of child.

James wanted Barty to never talk again. Maybe he just wanted to rip out the boys vocal chords so he couldn’t whisper things in Regulus’ ear. Speaking of, that is what Barty was doing now, once more.

“Do you have a problem, Potter?” Evan chimed in as he watched James silently seethe over Barty and Regulus’ closeness.

Evan Rosier was also a problem. He was always talking to Regulus. He was always with Regulus. Why did everyone always have to be with Regulus? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone.

“No, of course not,” James muttered and stormed off to go find Sirius. Sirius needed to get Regulus away from those fucking Slytherins or James was going to rip their heads off. He couldn’t risk getting expelled.

Sirius was found lounging in Remus’ lap, talking to Marlene about something that James didn’t care about. Right now he needed his best friends.

“You okay, Prongs? You look pissed,” Remus asked, then looked behind James and laughed. “Oh, I see. Sirius, you're needed for Regulus retrieval.”

“Oh my god, just tell him you're jealous and quit bringing me into this shit!” Sirius groaned.

James may have done this more than once. But Regulus’ friends were just so handsy. Sirius was always able to get Regulus away, so James just went to him.

“Pads, please!” James whined.

“No, figure it out. Moony time,” Sirius denied as he leaned forward to place kisses on Remus’ neck.

James grumbled but walked away and sat back in his old spot. Silently seething as he watched Regulus lean into Evan, while Barty talked about something.

He lasted longer than he thought he would.

Maybe five minutes. (thirty seconds)

But then Barty Crouch Junior leaned in and kissed Regulus’ cheek and James lost it.

James stormed over, definitely shoving people as he did so. He ripped Barty away and grabbed Regulus’ arm.

“Sirius needs you,” James spoke sharply, glaring at Barty.

“Does he? I don’t see him around,” Regulus smirked up at James, his eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.

“He does, come on,” James tugged Regulus’ arm a little, trying to get the younger boy to stand.

“I’ll wait for him to come get me. You can go tell him that. I’ll just hang out here with my friends,” Regulus retorted, shoving James’ hand off him.

“No! You can’t stay with them,” James replied.

“Why's that?” Regulus asked.

James froze. He looked at Regulus, really looked at him and saw it. Regulus was going this on purpose. He was definitely doing this on purpose. There was no way he was just being this antagonizing and mischievous for no reason. How many times had he made James jealous on purpose.

James spun to Barty and saw that he was also smirking at James. Evan too. So they all knew what they were doing. They just didn’t care.

“You were doing it on purpose?” James asked.

“Doing what on purpose, Jaime?” Regulus tilted his head in mock confusion.

“I wanted to cut your buddies hand off. What would you have done if I had done it? Would you have felt guilty? Would you feel remorse?” James questioned, leaning close enough that his breath could probably be felt on Regulus’ cheek.

“I’d probably feel turned on, actually,” Regulus challenged

“Oh yeah?” James taunted.

“What can I say? You’re hot when you’re jealous. So are you going to act now or keep seething in your little chair? Because I’ve been waiting for you to do something. I'm tired of waiting for Jamie. I have other options, Barty for example," Regulus gestured vaguely in Barty’s direction.

“Hell yeah!” Barty agreed moving towards Regulus.

“No.” James snarled, turning to him furiously.

“I told you it was hot,” Regulus chimes. James is sure if he was talking to him or Barty but he doesn’t care.

“Come on, let me show you how hot jealousy can be,” James pulled Regulus a little gesturing toward his dorm room with his head.

“Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex!” Barty cheered in the background.

“Shut up Barty,” Evan groaned.

James may hate Barty Crouch Junior, but that was some of the best sex he had had.

[agendabymooner]

jollibee, madrid and all that romance fiasco ! oscar p. x ofc (filipino!gen z!ofc)

summary: carlos sainz and his wife, magda, were heading back to spain after taking her and her cousins to the final race before the summer break. they hoped to have a decent break but their wishes were long gone as soon as the mclaren drivers told them about their plans to spend their week in madrid - where the couple conveniently lived.

OR oscar piastri had the fattest crush on magda's cousin, paloma 'lomi' san pedro, and needless to say, he wasn't even making it less obvious as he purchased a ticket to madrid just so he could spend his time with her. was he only looking for that summer romance or did he just fall in love with carlos' in-law?

content warning: use of explicit language, oscar and ofc shitting on each other, tagalog dialogues and translation ahead (i'm not as good as i used to be at speaking it, sorry lads), carlos sainz x ofc, mentions of alcohol use, fictional brother character (niño san pedro), carlos has a close relationship with his in-laws, A LOT OF JOLLIBEE, lando norris and oscar piastri being cultured (filipino), filo humour, lowkey protective!carlos

note: melody is in progress and i gotta let this out because i've been looking at too much unhinged filipino memes today. enjoy xx

masterlist

tagged carlossainzjr, charles_leclerc, landonorris, monamagdalena, ninojames

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, charles_leclerc

monamagdalena "rich in-law" 😭 liked by lomisanpedro

carlossainzjr you weren't "forced" to wear my number 🙄 get it right hermana liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro ur right. i asked for charles' number and they just conveniently "ran out" of my size 🤔

landonorris look at that handsome man in papaya and black tho 🥵 liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro i'm gonna pretend i haven't seen this comment 😕

landonorris guys i think she's a charles leclerc fan liked and pinned by lomisanpedro

oscarpiastri i have a lot of oscar piastri shirts in your size 😊 liked by lomisanpedro

ninojames what 😄

lomisanpedro how do u know my size 🧐

oscarpiastri i've been looking, observing and mentally measuring

carlossainzjr oscarpiastri compadre do you wanna repeat what you just said?

landonorris don't mind me i'm just watching 🍿🥤

logansargeant so you're the girl he's ogling throughout the week??? liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro and you're the florida boy? 🤓

logansargeant fair enough. nice to meet you though 🤠

lomisanpedro likewise sarge 🤠

carlossainzjr posted a new story !!!

tagged ninojames, lomisanpedro, landonorris, oscarpiastri, carlossainzjr

liked by logansargeant, alex_albon, georgerussell63

user1 i just know it hits different spending your vacation in a filipino-spanish household 😭 liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena there's a lot of "ordinary" volume arguments that's for sure 😅

user2 rip oscar's vocal chords. i know it's barely there but it must've abandoned him the moment the sainz-san pedros pulled up the karaoke liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena landonorris might have slipped some tequila to get the party going for oscar 🙃

mclarenf1 lando we taught you better than this

landonorris mclarenf1 what happened to "one more shot lando!"

mclarenf1 i don't like these accusations, lando.

user3 i can just imagine lando, carlos and oscar yelling "THAT'S NOT HOW DRS WORKS" at your cousins lmfaooo 🤣 liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena yeah my cousins live to give carlitos a headache every once in a while - seeing as they live in philippines and all

carlossainzjr we should have a daycare, mi corazon, because we don't get paid enough for this liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena i agree bebe, if anything we lose more than we earn money ��

ninojames stop lying to me carlossainzjr you literally helped me get my tourist visa because you said "you wanted to see your favourite cousin"

lomisanpedro oop- lemme just send this to caco rq 🤭

carlossainzjr ay lomisanpedro you do that, i'm not gonna set up the ac in your room 😒 see how long you'll withstand the heat in spain

lomisanpedro i live in ph but yes po master 😇

lomisanpedro if i have to go golfing one more time, i'm gonna hit you with the club landonorris carlossainzjr ninojames

ninojames speak for urself lmfao

landonorris it's ok i can take it paloma 🤪

carlossainzjr watch your words landonorris

landonorris that's not what i meant ??? 🤬

oscarpiastri barca did good last night no? liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena heheheh carlossainzjr what do you think?

lomisanpedro carlossainzjr you should've shot him in the foot with the paintball when you had the chance 🤡

carlossainzjr i really should have.

landonorris that's tactical and against the fia rules carlos know better.

mclarenf1 yeah what landonorris said ^^

oscarpiastri that is incredibly mean of you, lomisanpedro 🥲

lomisanpedro show me how you cry rq??

tagged landonorris, oscarpiastri, lomisanpedro

liked by carlossainzjr and monamagdalena

monamagdalena putang ina pati pa naman sa spain, y'an pa din kinakain niyo? what the fuck, that's (jollibee) what you guys are still eating even in spain? liked by ninojames

ninojames patingin nga kung pa'no yung galit na mukha ate hahahaha ate, show me how you make an angry face

lomisanpedro ba't ka inggit lmaooooo why are you jealous

monamagdalena hoy lomi at niño, nagluto ako kanina di niyo ba kinain 'yon? i cooked earlier today, didn't you guys eat it?

lomisanpedro maarte yung mga bisita mo madam bertud. your guests are picky, madam bertud.

oscarpiastri monamagdalena I AM NOT picky, do not listen to what that gremlin is telling you

landonorris we ate and even washed the pot of sinigang so that gremlin is lying

lomisanpedro this gremlin is her cousin and how tf do y'all know what we're saying-

landonorris we're very smart men

oscarpiastri i'm a diplomat on the side

carlossainzjr NIÑO YOU AND LANDO JUST RACKED UP OUR BILL FOR DOING THAT TO OUR OVEN 🤬 liked by ninojames

ninojames lando was teaching me his dj skills 😕

carlossainzjr DONT MESS WITH THE OVEN LANDOOOO

landonorris we were trying to get lit 😭 you literally had nothing in there but uno and monopoly wtf were we supposed to do???

carlossainzjr i don't know? not play with fire and not rack up our house bill?

oscarpiastri are we having a filipino language session tomorrow then? liked by ninojames

ninojames with tequila?

oscarpiastri i found their stash so yeah with tequila- we should get some bucket of chickens for the session too :)

landonorris wag puro pulutan, dapat inom din. don't just eat, you have to drink too. liked and pinned by ninojames

lomisanpedro I HAVE TAUGHT YOU WELL, YOUNG PADAWAN 🤩

ninojames monamagdalena rate my teaching skills ate magda

monamagdalena what are you guys teaching these two??? 😭

oscarpiastri the basics magda 😊

INCOMING: dog show 😎 (oscar) SENDER: my pal(oma) 🐝 (paloma)

tagged jollibee, lomisanpedro

liked by carlossainzjr, logansargeant, landonorris

user1 BRO HARD LAUNCHED HIS CRUSH WTF 😭 what god did you pray to?

user2 puro jollibee si bro edi sana nag pinas ka na lang 😭 bro eats a lot of jollibee like you should've just gone to philippines instead

user3 madrid is paloma san pedro, in case you guys didn't know 🤭

landonorris god you are so whipped

mclarenf1 jollibee x mclaren when? 👀

jollibee when there's a philippine grand prix 🐝

ninojames oh so you ditched our session for this? for this ugly ass? liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri we got some palabok and two buckets of chicken joy and we're otw home 😅

ninojames ok maybe i can let you slip for once

lomisanpedro you are so annoying liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri annoyingly considerate when it comes to you because you wanted jollibee this morning 🤭😊

user4 there is too much filipino rizz within pastry guys i think he wins this one

logansargeant was this why you've been rejecting my facetimes today?

oscarpiastri you can wait. jollibee can't.

user5 i'm sorry logan but i agree with him this time

user6 him tagging jollibee 😭 this man is clearly obsessed

bonus !!!

PS the fictional san pedro people

ramona magdalena 'magda' (ibañez) san pedro sainz (carlos' wife)

niño james (balagtas) san pedro (carlos' cousin-in-law)

paloma 'lomi' (balagtas) san pedro (also carlos' in-law)

[newkatzkafe2023]

THE BALLEDS OF SUN WUKONG👑🐒

Yandere Monkey king harem x Manipulative Queen Reader

Chapter 6 The Dating Games and Sabotage😈

Here we go the dating games😈

Jin Zhāng

Fu Gao

Aizen Cai

Ming Li

Kai Du

Rui Bai

Pai Wang

Monkey kings + Destined one

The Games began the Monkey kings and the destined one began their agenda of winning your heart, while making sure the other suitors don't get a chance.

Love Sun🎶🎵🎶🎵

ROUND 1 Nezha Wukong Vs Fu Goa

The older man monkey smiled as you tried on your new pearl necklace

(Queen Y/N) it's beautiful😐😊

(NR Wukong) So are you my queen🥰

You giggled a bit as you wore the outfit Nezha Wukong bought for you, the elderly monkey sided eyed Fu Goa the wolf demon as you soon receive a gift from him as well, Wukong smirked darkly because Earlier he switched out the gift box with something Entirely different, as you opened the box a swarm of bugs crawled on to you as your guards yelled and freaked out, trying to get the bugs out our fur. As Fu was thrown out, You just sat their in shock as the bugs dance on your paw.

(Queen Y/n) Awww they look like little leaves 🍃 🥰

Nezha Wukong felt himself faceplam

Jin Zhāng

Aizen Cai

Ming Li

Kai Du

Rui Bai

Pai Wang

Monkey king + Destined one

Fu Gao

Choose Sun🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

Round 2 BMW & MKR Vs Aizan Cai & Kai Du

You were now having so much fun battling against a certain pair of violent monkies.

(Queen Yn)(cheerful) It's not often I have some demon men keep up with me in a fight😉

BMW and MKR Wukong had invited you to spar with them both, and you immediately accepted, and you covered in sweat and some blood, but you were smiling. It all began when you had a bit of a rebound after one bad date, and being stood up on another.

It was way better than Aizen's date, who bored you to death with a his University facts and babbling about things You could careless about🙄

(Aizan Cai)(droning on), did you know 1000, is the only number with an A' in it from one to a thousand🤓

You felt your eyebrow twitch, just how did this dweeb even get on the ranking board anyway??? You were this close to ripping his vocal chords out. Meanwhile, MKR Wukong laughed his ass off on the roof.

(MKR Wukong) Who knew my master's old habits of being extremely boring would come in handy one day🤣😈

MKR Wukong had stolen Aizen's list of interesting conversations topics, and swapped them for the most boring one's known to man It was just to easy.

Jin Zhāng

Ming Li

Kai Du

Rui Bai

Pai Wang

Monkey kings + Destined one

Fu Goa

Aizen Cai

then came our date with Kai Du, He didn't even show up to the cafe he invited you too, completely wasting your time😠 when you see that guy he is sooo doomed. That was until another monkey king came along😉

(BMW Wukong) Fancy seeing you here my beautiful peach, why are you all alone??😮

(Queen Yn)(annoyed) I got stood up😡 he didn't even call me to cancel😡

(BMW Wukong)(innocently) Ohhhh, that's too bad. Say if you're not doing anything, MKR and I are gonna spar today. wanna join us???🙂😇

(Queen Yn) Eh sure why not??

You then left the cafe with BMW Wukong smirking behind your back. Unknown to you, Aizen got ambushed by Him and MKR being bound and gagged on his way to the cafe meeting.

The Wukongs even destroyed his phone, and headed inside to talk to you😈

Jin Zhāng

Ming Li

Rui Bai

Pai Wang

Monkey kings + Destined one

Fu Gao

Aizen Cai

Kai Du

Marry Sun Wukong🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

Round 3 Lmk Wukong Vs Pai Wang

You sat at your dining room table, eating something called noodles 🍜

(Queen Yn) Ohhhhhhhhhh this is soooooooo tasty😋🤤

(Lmk Wukong) you should try the dumplings peaches😇🥰

Lmk Wukong had arrived at your palace with many types of delicates for you to eat, the crazy thing is he learned it all from Mk and Pigsy sure he burned his paws trying to make have of the food he bought with him but the to win a girl's heart is though her stomach 😉

Oh poor Pai Wang the poor ox stood no chance against Lmk Wukong especially when the beautiful Silks he was gonna give to you, but when he opened the box they were melted right though and reeked of chemicals

where did that bottle of Sulphuric Acid come from 😈

Love Sun🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

Jin Zhāng

Ming Li

Rui Bai

Monkey kings + Destined one

Fu Gao

Aizan Cai

Kai Du

Pai Wang

Round 4 HIB Wukong vs Ming Li

(Queen Yn)(Cooed) Awwwww it's so good to see you agian☺️☺️😚

You had Ming and Wukong come to the castle for a dates, but then we saw a pair of young familiar faces. Silly girl giggled as you dangled a doll infront of her happly playing with her, she was a chubby and cute as we remembered despite seeing her 2 weeks ago.

Ming had tried to show you his vacation photos from going to many Foreign countries and his students as well. Though you continued to get sided tracked by Luier's endless questions that you would happly answered. Meanwhile HIB Wukong had a mini evil smile as you tended with his two children, totally ignoring Ming.

Jin Zhāng

Rui Bai

Monkey kings + Destined one

Fu Gao

Aizen Cai

Kai Du

Pai Wang

Ming Li

Choose Sun🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵

Round 5 Netflix Wukong Vs Rui Bai

Ohhhhhhhhhh this was to easy Rui had took you out shopping so he can win your heart though expensive clothes and jewelry......that was until you started to bleed his finances dry and it thanks to yours truly😈

Netflix Wukong happly shared the info on what girls like you love, and different foods for Rui to buy for you. Rui had stupidly listened to him and thank him for the various suggestions Making the monkey smile evily.

As for Wukong himself he went all out when it came to impressing you.......

This Monkey boy put together an entire show for you, as he did all these awesome Deftifying tricks. All of It blowing your mind so hard as your eyes sparkled in astonishment, Netflix was lightly blushing and smiling as your attention was on him.

Jin Zhāng

Monkey kings + Destined one

Fu Gao

Aizen Cai

Kai Du

Pai Wang

Ming Li

Rui Bai

Final round Destined one Vs Jin Zhāng........uh oh😧

The Destined one had everything he needed, He had a great idea to take out Jin Zhāng and get you to pay attention to just him. Doing one last look at his notes he headed to your Castle until he something that made him pale, it was you smiling and chatting with Jin. You both exchanged stories and experiences and even showing battlescars. The Destined one with an ash face Headed over immediately, unknown to him you were smirking yourself.

(Queen Yn) D.O how are you, Jin was just keeping me company😇

The Destined one breath a shallow breath especially since He noticed that you both were holding hands

(Queen Yn) Jin is soo Cool, he can bake, throw knives with his back turned, Speak 3 languages and even has a family of Astrologers can you believe that🤩🤩🤩🤩

The destined one's face slowly turns from white to red in seconds, as you praise and chirped all over Jin. You smiled but not because of Jin, you can see jealousy all over the monkey's face, as he struggles to comtrol himself, and the final straw finally being.......

(Queen Yn) All you men were greart and all but I think I may have made a Decision on who will be my new fiancée😊

The destined one froze Going back to being pale before quickly giving you a note bowing his head and leaving.

(Jin Zhāng)(confused) Oh? What's up with him😮

(Queen Yn)(smirk) His note said that he has an emergency with the other monkeys. So He had to cut his visit short😇😈

(Jin Zhāng)(Frowns) Oh I hope everything is okay😕

You just smirked at the destined one's Retreating form

NOOO Everything is not okay, especially when the Destined one heard the news, the other monkeys need to know, He's running out of time they are running out of time. They need to come up with a solution immediately.

Marry Sun Wukongs😈🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵

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[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 16

Part 1 Next

Content: gun, hostage, self-sacrifice, injuries, fighting, adult child abuse, police arrest

Michael watched Morgan hurry up the stairs to stop his father from coming down.

"Don't get hurt." Michael said, struggling to get up.

Morgan rolled his eyes and headed upstairs.

"Morgan." Michael heard Mr. Huer's chilling voice. He fumbled with a shirt Morgan had given him and pulled it over his back. feeling the wounds crack back open with the movement.

He cursed and scooted onto Morgan's desk chair to get the pants up hastily. Some of the bandages unstuck inside the pants, but he ignored it.

"You're lying to me." Mr. Huer's hard voice struck a chord that ripped terror down Michael's spine, making his hands shake as he jerked open Morgan's desk drawers. He rifled through the ones he'd missed before, finding a burner phone and more alcohol and receipts.

He wasn't going to hide.

I'm a detective. He told himself, feeling like an imposter. He kind of was.

No, I'm a detective! The statement was more like an order. This is my job. Stop the bad guy. The bad guy just happens to be someone who beat me up and burned me for years...

His throat clenched as his hand fell on Morgan's old revolver in the bottom drawer.

He pulled it out, hands shaking.

"You've got him down in the basement, don't you." Mr. Huer's voice carried down the stairs. "Tom told me everything. Stop lying, Morgan. And get the hell out of my way!"

"I... I can't--" Morgan's voice was desperate.

Michael's chest tightened so much he could hardly breathe as he dialed a number on the phone with his left hand, turned the volume on the speaker all the way down, and checked the cylinder of the revolver. Loaded, as expected.

There was a crash and stomping, as Michael assumed Mr. Huer had thrown Morgan out of the way and stomped down the stairs.

And Michael met the eyes of his former foster father.

Mr. Huer's eyes widened as he stared Michael in the eyes, then slowly walked down the stairs.

Michael raised the revolver, trying not to shake. The power of actually being able to do something was both exhilerating and terrifying--because now he had to face him. It was the only right thing to do.

"Michael?" Mr. Huer said. "Look at you... So much older and grubbier."

Michael tried to smile.

"Getting kidnapped can do that to a person, Joseph."

Mr. Huer's eye twitched at the disrespect, but he ventured one more stair down.

"Yet you're still that scared kid. I told you, boy. You can leave, but you'll never shake the Huer out of you."

Michael pressed a breath out to still his vocal chords.

"Joseph Huer, you're--"

"Did you forget who owns you?"

Michael winced as the scars on the back of his neck stung a little.

"Joseph, put your hands up, or I'll shoot you." He said.

Mr. Huer shrugged and raised his hands with a mockingly placating smile.

"Calm down, Michael. Nobody's in trouble. Not yet."

Morgan came down the stairs cautiously, his eyes widened when he saw the standoff. Michael noticed he was limping and holding his stomach again.

"See, Morgan, I don't think your brother understands his place." Mr. Huer said. "I might need your help showing him."

Michael was mostly frozen, finger shakingly moving inside the trigger guard. His arms were getting tired of holding the gun ou tin front of him.

"Morgan," Mr. Huer said in that warning tone.

"Yes sir." Morgan's words came out immediately, reflexively.

"Come here." Mr. Huer beckoned with a slight smile to where he now stood.

Morgan did, slowly.

"You don't have to do what he says, Morgan." Michael said, but his hope died when he saw the glassy stare of hopelessness in Morgan's eyes.

Mr. Huer pointed in front of him, between himself and Michael.

Michael gritted his teeth. What was the protocol for this again? He couldn't remember.

This is why I'm a shit detective. He thought.

"Yes sir." Morgan murmured.

He stepped in between Michael and his father, with that disgusted wince of betrayal. He caught Michael's eye, and once again, Michael saw him mouth the word "sorry".

"Morgan." Michael said. "I know it looks like he has the upper hand, but--"

"But you have a gun?" Mr. Huer came up behind Morgan, pushing him forward in front of him like a shield toward Michael.

"You'd sacrifice your own son?" Michael panted. "You amoral bastard."

Mr. Huer's response was to push Morgan forward again.

Michael shrank back, but Mr. Huer pushed till the gun touched Morgan's chest.

Morgan closed his eyes and swallowed.

"You said you'd kill me." He said, with a small shrug. "Go ahead."

Michael blinked as his jaw dropped.

"Annd time's up." Mr. Huer grinned, stepping out from behind Morgan. With one deft move, he siezed Michael's hand and twisted, pointing the barrel of the gun away.

He followed with a hand to Michael's face, turning a slap into a grab, hooking his thumb in next to Michael's trachea, fingers digging into the back of his neck as he threw Michael to the floor.

On the way down, Michael grabbed his sleeve tihgt and yanked Mr. Huer down with him.

They tussled on the floor, rolling, kicking, grappling, biting. At some point, Michael squeezed the trigger, and then the gun was gone, and punches were raining down, blinding, overwhelming, on his chest and face. Mr. Huer pinned down his right hand, took his left and twisted it until there was a pop, and Michael screamed.

Then there was a jab into his throat by the jugular as the warm muzzle of the gun pressed in under his tongue.

"I don't know if I have use for a family member like you."

Michael gagged.

"Dad please," Morgan begged.

"I'll deal with you later." Mr. Huer spat the words over his shoulder. "As for you, I want to hear it. Apologize."

Michael grimaced, trying not to cough as his trachea was irritated. His eyes teared up.

"Morgan, I--"

"Not to him, you idiot!" Mr. Huer panted. "Apologize. And then beg for your life. Beg."

"I'm sorry..." Michael squeaked. Mr. Huer moved the muzzle so Michael could breathe a little. "I'm sorry I didn't treat you like a real brother, Morgan."

He met Morgan's eyes and caught a tear-filled exasperation before Mr. Huer started pistol-whipping him in the face, silent rage knocking into Michael's temple and cheekbone and jaw as he turned and flinched away from the blows.

He was vaguely aware of Morgan trying to pull Mr. Huer off him, and then there was the tramp of feet upstairs, shouting, and people running down the basement stairs.

Reinforcements.

"Let him go! Now!" The order was barked in a familiar gnarly voice. Michael's brain, dizzy from the blows, refused to compute.

Then Joseph was tackled from the side and knocked off Michael, who scrambled to his feet, staggered sideways, and was caught by someone, who kept him up.

Instinctively he jerked his arm away and spread his legs to keep his balance, head pounding as he watched the bodies in blue and white wrestling down Mr. Huer.

Police. The 911 call had paid off.

Michael glanced around to see Morgan, looking terrified behind a few officers.

Then he nearly fell again, and the same officer caught his arm.

"Oh..." He panted. "Davie."

"Michael." Davie's deep voice was comforting. "Glad to see you're okay."

Michael barely nodded, watching his partners arresting the star of his nightmares.

"Joseph Huer, you're under arrest..."

Michael stared, then crumpled down onto the bottom stair. He felt Davie's hand on his shoulder.

"You did good." Ross thumped him on the back, then frowned when Michael hissed in pain. "Are you okay?"

"Wait..." Michael looked around. "Where's my brother?"

Morgan ended up laying low for awhile. At least, that was what Michael hoped he was doing.

The moment Michael got back into his regular duties, he was shifted to the position of media liason for the police department since he sucked at his job.

I suck at endings. Sorry. But this one has one like long angsty scene as like an epilogue, which will be the last part I post.

Epilogue...

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[sefusneezed]

What was Kat's upbringing like (with having three dads)

Ermm TECHNICALLY one dad and two uncles 🤓🤓🤓🤓

UHHHH probably not the typical admech upbringing experience. She didn't have any like, tiger parent stuff. But its honestly not any typical upbringing experience in general lmfao Von Kuronar is nuts.

She's an orphan and adopted RIP but she doesn't remember her birth parents because she was literally an infant when Von Kuronar took her in. Like five months old. This guy who claims he's ALL logic NO emotion went out and adopted a baby just to spite the ecclesiarchy who was calling her blessed by the Emperor when it was his skitarii blessed by the OMNISSIAH who found her. Then he comes back to the rest of the gang ranting about the hardships of being a single father and Kalanis and Mordekai are just confused as hell.

Problem is this guy had no idea what he was doing. A SUPER old archmagos who's not only disconnected and out of touch, but also unhinged and strange in general to begin with. He's literally the worst guy you could pick for parenting. Dude yells way too much at everyone, he had to get his vocal chords augmented so they can handle the amount of yelling he does. He just seems angry all the time. Literally everything he says can be taken negatively. And he just Cannot Relate to stupid biological child problems so he has no idea what to do when she comes crying over random kid stuff and he ends up saying and doing the stupidest most braindead stuff you can imagine to try and "fix" it. I mean, dude tried his best. He read as many parenting books as possible. Let's her get away with everything (literally bans her from the biologis labs and then conveniently "forgets" the next day) And he spoils tf outta her. So then you get this weird disconnected dynamic that's literally just based off miscommunication where he loves her as his own and thinks her not wanting to be around him is just "grr my dad is old and NOT cool" but then actually she's just scared of him and every interaction is awkward as hell. He will not admit any fault though he did nothing wrong he is the best dad. UHH MORE INFO She was homeschooled. She was so bad at basic admech stuff that she would not has survived in any kinda schola and it got too expensive to keep bribing them. She does not vibe with the machine spirits and tbh didn't have much interest in them anyway. But its ok she makes up for it by being a biologis savant. Literally ten years old and doing open heart surgery sticking augmentations on people messing with clone vats. It's so weird she is so bad at machinery unless that machinery has SOMETHING to do with biology, and then she's a genius. So Kuronar just let her focus on that because mechanics was just painful for everyone involved when she did that. Unfortunately UHH she also had no friends. Literally none besides like, SUPER old people and servitors because like she just simply didn't know anyone else. She was so lonely she harassed anyone who made the mistake of giving her attention RIP to all of Kalanis' offworld diplomat guests.

In general umm it wasn't really good but it wasn't bad either?? I mean, its kind of shit but in the context of 40k childhoods she was soooo lucky. Didn't even have the typical admech rigid structures and schedules and whatever smh smh they just let her do whatever she wanted. Sucks for her though because she's still a big nerd who made HERSELF study biologis stuff and now everyone must suffer for it when the latest Kat Beast escapes containment. They should have just left her with the ecclesiarchy and made them deal with her.

[okwritingandpain]

Penny Lane's Getting Better (The Beatles x Reader)

Chapter 5: All My Loving

You hate school. You hate it a lot more than you expected you would. Now it wasn't because of your classes, but rather the absolute trash fire that John and Paul's relationship was.

They fought at every hour of every day and you couldn't avoid it. It didn't help that you had recently become John's girlfriend, which made you an easy target for Paul to vent his frustrations. You wanted to rip out his vocal chords, but decided not to as he was a good singer.

"..and then he just walked away!" Paul was blabbering about some sort of argument he had with John earlier that day. It was lunch time, but none of the other guys were around except for Paul. You silently play with your fork, pretending to listen to Paul's lengthy story. When did he become so annoying?

"Are you even listening to me?" Paul suddenly asks. You snap out of your daze and stare at him. He sighs, already knowing the answer. You rub your eyes, hoping Ringo or George would show up already.

"Where are the rest of the guys?" You finally ask Paul. He raises and eyebrow, chomping down on some salad he stole off some girls tray.

"Ringo is sick, remember? George and John dipped today," Paul explains. You groan at the fact you're stuck with Paul for the rest of the day.

"Are you serious? Why'd they dip?" You question, slamming your tray on the table next to him.

You both sat outside in the gray weather. The white lillies bloomed in bushes near the small outdoor area. Usually you and the guys ate lunch together under the nearby oak tree, but recently the group had become pretty divided.

"I heard that John got a solo gig at a local place and he invited George to play bass instead of me," Paul mutters. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette.

"I'm sure that's not true, Paul," you say with a frown. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath. The cigarette hangs from his mouth as he searches for his lighter.

"I wish you were right." He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag. You cough which makes him snort.

"So what now? Are you just going to follow me around all the time now?" You ask, almost jokingly.

"Pretty much," he replies instantly. You frown. Of course he was serious about it.

"I have a life outside of you and the boys, you know."

"I don't see you doing anything else besides hanging out with us,"

"At this point, I'd rather be on my own than with you guys,"

"Is it that bad?"

"It's worse," you say, poking around your food.

Paul sits on the table, looking down at you. He takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke surround him like a darkening fog.

"You really like John, huh?" he asks, looking up into the distance where the school sits. The gray building is bustling with students heading in from lunch. Class must be starting soon.

"I do," you reply. You're not sure what Paul is getting at, but you can tell he's holding something in.

"I get that." His comment is confusing, but he doesn't look at you. He mutters something to himself and then shakes his head, standing up from the table. He extends his hand to take you back to the school. You roll your eyes and take his hand.

John hasn't walked you home from school in days. You feel a little disappointed, like he didn't want to be around you anymore. Of course, since he hasn't been around, Paul's been following you everywhere.

"If you could be any musical instrument, what would you be?" Paul asks, following behind you. You're passing the fire station which is where Paul throws his cigarette on the ground.

"That's a stupid question," you reply. You were growing tired of Paul, and you honestly wanted nothing more to do with John or the others. Ringo might be the only one who had a pass from her because he was sick.

"It's not stupid, it's a question," he says. He's humming some song that he was writing. The band hadn't met up in awhile though.

"I would want to be any instrument you can't play," you mutter. Paul hears this and smirks a little.

"Than you must be pretty obscure." He grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. His hand lets you go almost immediately as he points at a small bakery across the street. He gives you a quick smile before pulling you towards the bakery.

"Paul, I need to get home," you say, fighting his every move. He doesn't seem to care as you enter the shop. The smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, making your mouth water. You try to hide how much you love the smell, so Paul didn't notice.

He stares at rolls, croissants, donuts, and more. It's like a paradise of bread and sweets that you could devour within an instant. Except you didn't have money and you did actually need to get home.

"I'll take two croissants please," Paul tells the clerk.

"Paul, I don't need one--"

"Yes, you do," he cuts in. You roll your eyes, sifting through your pockets for some cash of any kind to give him. You know he would refuse it anyhow, but you couldn't help it. He hands the clerk some money and in return he gains croissants. He walks back over to you with a dorky smile, handing you one of them. You reluctantly take it from him.

"Thank you," you whisper, admiring the golden bread in your hand. He smiles at you, taking a big bite of his own. You can't help but notice the way he is staring at you.

Originally you may have thought he liked you, but this stare feels different. It feels more genuine, more friendly than it ever had been. He almost seems to be holding something back, but you can't quite place what that is. 

"Y/N," Paul whispers, staring at the floor. He looks like he's on the verge of tears. Her heart begins to swell with sadness, what happened between him and John? What happened...

"Paul--"

"There's my girlfriend," John walks into the bakery. He grabs her shoulders and leans in for a kiss. She reluctantly kisses him back. "Hanging out with Paul I see," he mutters. Paul looks up at his once best friend and quickly backs away.

"He was just walking me home since you've wanted nothing to do with me for the last few days!" you snap at him. He glares at you and steps away to the counter. He orders something for himself, while you recollect yourself.

"I'm sorry," Paul says.

"It's not your fault," you reply.

"It might actually be," he replies before John ushers you out of the bakery. You look back at Paul one more time before following John down the street towards your houses.

You both don't say anything, the air is tense and prickly. You want nothing more than to leave his side. You hadn't expected him to act so cruel after you started dating.

"I want to take you out tomorrow," he says. You frown, stopping your pace. He keeps walking but stops to look behind at you.

"I'm not going out with you until you tell me what's going on between you and Paul," you hissed. You were done with all this nonsense.

"What is there to say? Me and Paul aren't that close right now okay!?" he shouts back at you.

"Why?" you ask, quietly. He pauses unsure what to tell you, the truth or the partial truth.

"He likes you," he replies.

"Like you do?"

"Not exactly," John shakes his head, muttering to himself.

"Then what does he feel, John?" You urge. What could they possibly be beating around the bush so much? What was so important?

"I don't know if I can tell you, if I can trust you," John replies. He looks defeated as he collapses onto the street. He sits cross legged with his head in his hands.

"Trust me?" You say, kneeling beside him. You look into his eyes which look back at you with more love than you could imagine.

"It will come with time," he whispers back.

"Then you will go out with me another time," you reply back. Standing up, you walk back to your house without John. You can feel his eyes watching you leave.

"I'm sorry, John," you whisper to yourself before you walk into your house where your family is waiting.

"Where's John?" Your mother asks, but she sounds more urgent than usual.

"He's down the street, what's going on?" you ask, suddenly feeling your heart drop in your chest. Something happened. What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?

"Mimi found Paul a couple miles from here," she says, her hands shaking.

"What the hell's going on, mom?"

"He was trying to catch a train out of the city..."

You feel your heart return. You thought the worst had happened, but it looks like everything is alright.

"Thank god," you whisper.

"John was supposed to take him and the band to a city nearby, but I heard about the fighting...I guess Paul was going to talk to John," Your mother explains.

You glance at your father whose face is stoic, he rubs your sister's back trying to reassure her. She's crying into his side which makes you want to rush over and hug her.

Your mother still seems worried which you don't quite understand. Paul was okay, right?

Paul was okay.

"Honey, he got hit by a car."

@sabrielka-133

[voidisverytired]

Luka tended to check out sometimes. He'd be fully immersed in a conversation one second, and the next he's staring off into space, catatonic, unresponsive to even the loudest screams.

In his teen years, his mother thought he was on drugs and had him taking a drug test randomly every couple weeks.

And he might as well have been on some type of drug. Maybe it was a hallucinatory one that plagued his sight with visions of Chat Noir getting impaled by his own staff. Or Vesperia getting her miraculous ripped from her hair. Or that time Ryuuko jumped a little too late and was flung into a wall of brick.

By now, he knew the identities of every miraculous holder in Paris, plus some other uncomfortable details. Like the fact that Gabriel Agreste was Monarch, or that Alya once willingly caused an Akuma in her teen years, or that Felix's dad was an abusive dick (don't even ask how that one was found out in the span of five minutes).

Luka had witnessed a thousand different possibilities. Each one haunted his dreams, twisting the once sweet melodies echoed from his life to his dreams into dangerous and violent tunes. Screeching of chords that would have normal people covering their ears and begging for it to be turned off. But no, not Luka. He'd grown so used to the clanging of cymbals that he sat and listened to the sound, trying to make a sense of a beat. A melody. A pattern, so he could better understand.

But he never found one.

That did not stop him from pursuing one fervently each time the screeching chords revisited him.

As Viperion, Luka had seen horrible things. Witnessed things that only he would remember.

Rena Rouge wouldn't remember the scream she let out that rubbed her vocals raw when Carapace had fallen from the Eiffel Tower with no shield available. Rooster Gold wouldn't remember the feeling of having his arm torn apart by the claws of a panther. Pegasus wouldn't remember the feeling of having his hair ripped from his head. And oh so thankfully, Purple Tigress would never remember the way she choked on her own blood when she was stabbed by a violent villain.

It was terrifying, Luka supposed, to be the one who remembered. To be the one who'd carry those screams, those sounds, those sights, to an early grave.

It was utterly terrifying.

"-erion! Viperion!"

Someone was shaking him, Luka realized. When he focused his eyes and looked up at the person who had their hands on his shoulders, he came face-to-face with Ladybug. Behind her, the other heroes of Paris stood, each with equally worried looks on their faces.

"What happened?" He asks, though he fears he already knows the answer.

"We were hanging out, but when Pigella tried getting your attention, you weren't responding." Carapace responds.

"You weren't reacting to anything." Chat Noir was crouched in front of him, worried greatly. He was one of the few present who knew Viperion's identity.

"Sorry." He supplies dumbly.

When he gets no further verbal response, just worried glances, he decides to give them more context.

"When I have to use my second chance during an attack, I usually check out for a good hour. It's best for me to go to my flat and relax, but you guys were really insistent that we all hang out." Luka immediately regrets his words when he notices the guilty looks of the heroes. He hadn't meant to inadvertently blame them. "It's fine, really!" He tries backtracking. "I only had to use it a total of 17… no, that's not right." He shakes his head quickly. "16… no 15 times. That's a bigger amount than last time I had to use it. This guy was hard. In one of the scenarios, Argos got stabbed." And oh, Luka realized as he rambled on about what he had witnessed, he was slipping again.

"Ladybug got her earrings ripped out one time and this other time, Carapace used his shell to protect Rena but didn't account for himself and got crushed by a giant rock. I spent an entire loop laughing uncontrollably after Chat was thrown off a building and hit the ground. And oh, that was such a fun thing to hear. Can someone take me home?" He tries to use some of his still intact brain cells to interrupt his rambling. "I really need to go home or I'll keep rambling and you guys really don't need nor want to hear this stuff. I need to go home!"

"I've got you." Argos steps forward and helps Viperion up. "Your loft is on my way to my place anyways."

—

As Felix, detransformed and wearing some silky pajamas, tucked him comfortably into the weighted blanket and sat by his bedside, Luka recalls a conversation he'd had with Sass after a particularly bad loop.

When Luka screamed that he felt he was going insane, Sass looked him dead in the eye and said, "Insanity is a given for the people who wield my power. I chose you because you can deal with it. Do not make me believe I chose wrong, Luka."

Luka had no choice, really, to lay down and take what the universe threw at him.

He'll wake in an hour or two, screaming for someone— who? He doesn't know— to run, to jump out of the way, to get out of the fight.

He'll spend tomorrow walking around his flat in a haze. He won't remember how he spends his day, but he will remember the bone dead tiredness seeping into his veins and locking him to his bed, like vines made from the strongest of metals.

He'll live.

He has to.

[shoujo-wizard]

I went & saw Nosferatu (2024) a second time today & I want to see it a third time bc I spent a chunk of time during the movie typing out frantic notes in my phone (i was 1 of 2 ppl in the theater & was the only person in the back row so preemptively chill) abt things I want to digest & examine later & I think it'd b fun to go w all of my thoughts organized so I can appreciate the film more. For now, my immediate thoughts upon my 2nd viewing r below the cut

Robert Eggers is an incredible director, I appreciate his commitment to the stories he tells & his commitment to doing as much of it using practical effects as he can & especially tht with this film it was clearly a project of passion & admiration, I adore how he works w a consistent team in his cinematographer & in casting actors he worked w previously, not to mention how deeply he & his costuming team dedicate themselves to historical accuracy in the aesthetic while we r in the midst of fantastical stories

Ellen Hutter is a very physical role & I admire the work Lily Rose Depp put into it, she isn't afraid to b ugly & Eggers isn't afraid to show the ugly, Ellen convulses & contorts & rips her clothes & rolls her eyes into her head & drools & moans sexually & I admire the performance Lily Rose gives. She was born into the industry & her dad sucks & she has connections other actors just starting out don't but tht doesn't mean she lacks a work ethic or an acting instinct or tht this instinct doesn't translate to talent, all in all I was very impressed with her & hope to see her in similar roles

Nicholas Hoult was a wonderful Thomas Hutter, my guy is terrified 90% of the movie, just having the worst time ever, & his actor shows it so well. Thomas Hutter upon meeting Count Orlok, the titular nosferatu, displays a wonderful instinctual response not unlike a prey animal under the eye of an apex predator. Claps for him. He is so so scared but also so so determined to love Ellen & try to save her, even when it proves futile

Bill Skårsgård again proves to me why we love him in monster makeup. He is the most unrecognizable I've ever seen him & this is including his role as a bleeding skeleton ghost in Crimson Peak. I love the behind the scenes detail tht he worked w an opera coach to deepen his voice an octave, tht they approached each line like it was a lyric in an opera & when he felt his voice wasn't deep enough this absolute mad lad decided to also start learning Gregorian throat singing from an entirely separate vocal coach at the same time. Every line was him using his real actual physical vocal chords to make tht sound & I gotta give him props for tht as well as sitting for hours upon hours in the makeup chair

My favorite detail of this film is tht u can see during the night scenes, not just outlines of actors but u can see the emotion on their faces too. Lighting a night scene felt like a lost art form but I'm ecstatic to see it in this film.

All this to say, I loved it & was entertained & will absolutely go a third time. I need a DVD w behind the scenes special features, like the actors btwn takes or the costume construction or any bloopers or the camera movement or just our guy Bill getting all tht prosthetic makeup put on. I need to buy my own copy of the screenplay. I especially need Eggers to publish a novelization of this film bc I know, I just know, tht he a little goth freak who has a manuscript for a novel of this film sitting in his laptop ready to b edited then published. I also need the promotional popcorn bucket as well as my own movie poster.

This movie has reminded me why I am fascinated by & adore good horror

[waterparksdrama]

When you’ve said most of IP sounds like rip off’s from awsten’s influences or the fact they sound really similar, what ones come to mind? his songs and influences with their counterpart I mean

i can name a couple off the top of my head i think

end of the water is awsten's shameless attempt at being charlie puth. just listen to light switch by him awsten's definitely ripping that off except he doesn't have the vocal chops to hit that many high notes so it comes off very grating.

2 best friends sounds so generically like a disney channel montage song i can't even pinpoint a specific song it sounds like

funeral grey and brainwashed were both cowritten by julian bunetta who is most famous for his works with 1d and though i honestly didn't really listen to them i can tell that influence is very much there with their big hits (also julian wrote guys my age by hey violet and the eye rolling edginess of funeral grey makes more sense when you see those side to side)

closer reminded me of 1979 by the smashing pumpkins even when awsten only leaked a chord progression a while back. it's not completely alike but. close *ba dum tss*

i'm not gonna lie i think a night out on earth is just like an alternate universe version of see you in the future that tries living up to that frantic nature but it's almost toned down in comparison despite being the big ending and all that - iz

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Plea of the Siren

Febuwhump 2025, Day 1: Vocal Chords! This fic is also up on my Ao3. I hope you enjoy!

MIND THE WARNINGS

Danny dragged himself on the beach, bones weary, exposed and naked, despite the flesh that surrounded them. Pale moonlight shone down on his body, illuminating his skeleton through his glass-like transparent flesh. Bloody strips of his clothing, of his former human skin filled the water. Pieces of his favourite Nasa shirt clung to his fins. Where once was skin, now were thick scales sensitive enough to feel every grain of sand grinding against them.

His chest quivered. Oh god. If he looked down, he would see through his chest and into his beating, blue heart. His heart was blue now. His voice shook. Danny sobbed in broken hitches. His legs were no more, replaced by a tail as alien and monstrous as the rest of his body.

Phantom shocks of electricity wracked his body. He didn’t think he would live.

He wasn’t sure if he preferred this fate over death.

His parents could fix this. His parents could make him human again. He was sure. Danny spotted his ripped-up jeans, the pocket of which had washed ashore. He fumbled around with his slimy webbed hands, whose freakish, unnatural claws only did more damage to the poor strips. Eventually, he fished out his phone.

The poor thing was irreparably waterlogged, useless.

His ears, sharper than they had ever been before, picked up a rustling sound. His nose caught the scent of spandex and chocolate. The hurt, transformed boy perked up. His parents were here!

“Maddie, over here!” his dad called out. Danny pushed against the gravelly beach, each pained wiggle hastening his reunion with his parents.

The thick underbrush cleared, revealing two familiar suits of spandex. Danny grinned.

“Mom, dad! I’m so glad you’re here! I’m sorry I yelled at you and called your jobs stupid. I’m so sorry, I’ll never run away again I promise, I- W-why are you looking at me like that?”

His parents looked like they had seen ghosts. His dad’s hands trembled. His mother’s skin had turned two shades paler. Thick beads of sweat covered their brows. He’d seen his dad job up mountains without breaking a sweat before.

“What…” his mother whispered. “What have you done to our boy?”

“What? Mom, I’m right here! I know I-I look a little different right now, but I swear it’s me, it’s Danny!” Danny’s heart, exposed to onlookers through his translucent skin, went into overdrive. What was going on? “It’s me, Danny!”

A click. The whine of a hydro gun. Danny’s stomach went sank. He uselessly attempted to back up, making no distance with his distinct lag of legs. “D-danny!” His dad sobbed, tears already flowing.

That gave Danny a spring of hope. “Dad! I-I need your guys’ help. Something h-happened, there was this big flash and then I woke up l-like this.”

“My son was a brilliant, beautiful boy with so much to give this world,” his dad continued, hands shaking as he drew a gun. “And you j-just… tore him up like he was tissue paper.”

All hope drained from Danny’s heart. He began hyperventilating. His already shaky control over his body slipped. His gills loosed, causing the precious air in his lungs to blow out before he could even take the oxygen. Why weren’t they listening to him? Why didn’t they understand him?!

“P-please!” Danny begged. His parents advanced, each footstep like the boom of a gavel’s death sentence. “Please! It’s me! Your son! I’m still here! I’m still here!”

“Silence, siren,” his mother spat. She aimed her gun right at his head. “You’re fish meat.”

Danny screamed. His tailfin hit the water. As quickly as he could, he turned around, attempting to make for the safety of the water.

A prison of rope descended on him. It creased his fins, burned against his sensitive scales, and squeezed him tight. Danny thrashed against the net. “Please! It’s me! It’s me! It’s me!”

His mother slammed her boot down on his throat, turning his pleas into pained chokes. Pearlescent tears flowed freely as he sobbed with whatever broken voice he had left.

It was then that he noticed that the words he had been speaking this entire time were not words any human could understand, but noises of sea creatures. As he sobbed, it came out as long, hollow croons. As he choked, out came the squeaks of dolphins. It was like he was never human.

As he was driven back home in an electrified net, Danny whimpered, begging for someone to save him.

[solaneceae]

first days are the hardest

a team bolas oneshot (read on ao3) tw: cannibalism, violence, blood, temporary character deaths (just bolas things)

When they all get off the train, wary and rattled by the ominous images and words streamed into their minds by the strange new entity, everything is red. Like a mist, heavy and thick and clogging up their airways. The train station echoes with dozens of voices, yelling and calling out for silence alike. (Some are singing, which is par for the course, because who could resist belting out the Halo theme song in such an echo-y place?)

They look for a way out, but there isn’t one. They check their inventory, and it’s empty, no backpacks and no warpstone and no weapons or food. They call out for Cucurucho, but no sign of the usually too-present white bear. Then they all freeze, and collective stumble-jolt as images and information flashes behind their eyes. They learn about Purgatory, and about teams, and fear and anxiety clutch at their hearts. Rip each other apart, the entity had said, and already wary glances are being thrown around, the cracks that had been slowly appearing between island residents suddenly growing into chasms.

(They could try to work together, despite what their Host said. They could be lying after all, about the eggs, and the curse. But they all know that until they can gather solid evidence, they will all play along this fucked-up game if it means their children might be returned to them.)

Hearts and minds are numbed, goodbyes exchanged. Bagi hugs Tina so tightly her bones creak, and whispers something into her ear that makes the girl blush furiously. Forever and Cellbit speak in hushed tones, not for long, but part with their eyes gleaming in determination. Bad and Baghera exchange an embrace, the duck giving the demon one last ducky kiss on his nose (which is more of a nip, but Bad giggles and retaliates with a peck on her forehead).

Then they all walk away, because time is running out and they have eggs to save.

***

The red team is. Something, alright.

Jaiden squeals in surprised joy when Foolish, Baghera and Slime all gather before their assigned door, the energy suddenly shifting from bleak and resigned to strangely, unnaturally manic. “Holy shit, the Swellers!” the conure woops, trapping them all in a hug that has them bumping heads. “That’s— okay, best team, best fucking team, we’ve got this.”

“Fuck yeah!” the slime hybrid cheers, way too enthused by all of this (but then again, he doesn’t have a kid on the line, convinced that Flippa is still waiting for him at home. None of the others say anything, because now is not the time for that overdue conversation.) Foolish makes a sound that should not be produced by a living thing’s vocal chords, but that Baghera eagerly mimics as she flaps her arm-wings elatedly.

Cellbit is a bit further away,  scarred arms moving animatedly as he talks to a disgruntled Phil — the crow nods and reflexively reaches behind him for a familiar mass that is no longer there. He keeps swaying forward and catching himself last-second, thrown off-balance by the absence of his usual black backpack, and his wings are exposed and god they’re a mess. Baghera and Jaiden both wince at the sight of clipped, damaged feathers and exposed skin, red and inflamed, an obvious sign of stress-plucking. They look at each other, a silent pact to deal with this later.

“Half our team isn’t even there,” the detective groans, rubbing at his face in barely-suppressed despair. “How is that fucking fair?”

“I mean, I know my way around hardcore shit. And I heard that Carré was pretty good at PvP,” the older man hums, glancing at the Argentinian in the cat onesie. Carré glances back at him at the sound of his name, raises a hand in greeting. “Yo.”

“Yeah, but—” Cellbit makes a low sound, something between a growl and a whine. “Caralho. Not to underestimate you guys, but the green team has Étoiles. Étoiles, and Forever, and fucking Fit from 2b2t. Blue has all the Create geniuses, and Pac, bro, you have no idea how good Pac is at combat, he’ll destroy us. And two weeks of this?” He sighs. “...Hey. Is Wilbur any good at this type of stuff, and is there a chance he’ll show up at all. Be honest.”

Phil grimaces, and that’s all the answers Cellbit needs. “Puta que pariú. That means we’ll be five, tops... six if we get lucky with Carré. We’re so fucked.”

The team immediately settles on the name Bolas?!?!?!, exclamation and interrogation points very much included, and Cellbit looks like he wants to perma-die right there and then. “Right,” he says, flat-toned and dull. “Of course. Fuck it, we ball I guess.”

Two minutes later, Carré’s dislocated body is soaking the coarse dirt of Purgatory with dark red, and they’re all collectively losing their shit. “Open your paragliders you dumbasses!” Foolish screeches over the manic laughter, and that’s the exact moment they all know there’s no way they’re winning this.

They are right. And it only gets worse as the day progresses.

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The red skies loom over them oppressively, fresh burns and cuts all over their bodies from all the bullshit that has smacked them around for nearly four hours now. Charlie has given up on armors or weapons, hitting a meathead with a single stick as he screeches at it like a bat with rabies. “This isn’t Purgatory!” he screams into his cellphone thingy, his dying voice rattling the brains of the rest of his team, wherever they are. “This is Hell!” He startles and yelps, because he’s spotted a tree in the corner of his eye and thought it was Bad, back again to drive cold metal through his body again. He fucking hates the demon so much right now, even thinking about him makes him want to bash his head against a rock until sweet oblivion takes him away from this nightmare.

“Holy shit, kill yourself!” Jaiden yells out to the skies as yet another curse falls onto them, forcing their limbs to flail and move the way they don’t want them to. It’s not directed at anyone in particular, maybe it’s at herself, maybe it’s at all of them, even she cannot tell. Her eyes are blown wide, soot and dirt in her wings and hair, her limbs tingling with recent respawn. She’s smiling, and Charlie’s smiling, Baghera as well as she sobs before the firepit, rocking back and forth. “Just take my egg,” she giggles, a broken sound. Her eyes flicker with green and purple for a split second, and she feels like she’s losing her mind, grief and rage and despair devolving into pure chaos. “Just take my egg, I don’t care, I don’t care.”

“Holy shit, that’s what we’re at,” Jaiden cackles, barely avoiding getting impaled by another mob. “Kill Pomme!” Cellbit is laughing from the other side of their comms, loud and high-pitched, and Baghera should be mad at him, shouldn’t she? She knows he’s been killing innocent workers, that was still a thing, right? She still cared, right? So why was she laughing? Had they really been broken that badly, that fast? And Philza, Philza who’s been driving himself mad looking for his own eggs, the bastion of their sanity, he’s laughing too, and screeching about some fish attacking him, and god, Carré isn’t responding anymore, he’s fucking dipped, and it’s all gone pear-shaped.

The rest of the day melts into red-grey sludge. They find themselves gathered around a campire and they’re laughing and wailing and sobbing and more laughing, and there’s some singing at some point as their limbs flail in something like dancing. Everything hurts, everything sucks, and it’s somehow so goddamn funny, and everytime they begin to calm down one of them says something so unhinged that they all devolve into hysterics again. Foolish is off building a castle somewhere, eager to start their emerald empire.

Bad kills Slime once, twice, and then he kills Baghera, who feels a part of herself wilt. She understands, though. She cannot stay mad at Bébou, even after that. She knows he’s doing this for their children, and will run over everyone to save them, including her. She’s strangely okay with that. (She hopes she gets to kill him, later. It’s a visceral want, like hunger. It scares her, because she still loves him to death, but she wants to wrap her hands around his neck and watch the life bleed out of his mismatched eyes. He won’t hold it against her, she knows.)

They start to kill each other at some point, tired of being killed by the ones they used to trust. Slime and Cellbit beat the shit out of each other with sticks until the smaller man is downed, and Cellbit finishes him off by ripping out his throat with his very teeth while Jaiden cheers from somewhere at his right. Baghera loses her shit when she learns she’s been grinding for saplings for nothing, and drives a sword through Philza’s back, who just laughs and chokes in his own blood because alright, that’s fair. Jaiden and Slime wrestle in the half finished tower as Foolish hums, placing block after block, unbothered by the conure beating the slime hybrid into the ground until his goopy green body becomes mere jelly. The totem huffs at her, requests that she cleans up the mess as Slime rushes back, fresh from respawn, and snaps the young avian’s neck.

They start walking willingly into the fire, the pain barely registering because their entire self just tingues and aches from laughing nonstop. They burn, and they fall, and respawn with the smell of charred flesh and void-ozone in their nose before climbing into the fire again just to feel something. Their commlinks are buzzing with messages from the other teams, some of them concerned, some of them mocking. None of them care. “We should start a cult,” one of them says, and none of them can remember who because their minds are mingling, fucked-up osmosis. They wonder how hard it would be to craft gas masks for all of them, decide it's an issue to tackle another day.

Jaiden eats the last potato, and they’re all starving to death. Eyes glide over to the pile of charred bodies around the fire, and Cellbit doesn’t remember much from what happens after that. Only the taste of blood and meat of all kinds, human and not. (Part of him knows that Baghera tasted particularly delicious, but he tries his best not to linger on that.) “I think we should all only use our own corpses,” he drawls, pupils mere slits and blood on his chin. The others don’t look much better, and he wonders if this is divine punishment for his sins, seeing people he cares about be dragged onto the same horrible path had been on — was now back on. “I don’t— it’s too much. Too far.”

They all agree. Cellbit never tastes bird meat after that. (And he’s strangely disturbed by the idea of a duck eating meat, let alone duck meat, but he’s so fucking done.)

“I could not ask for a better group of people to be stuck in this shit with,” Philza breathes out as night falls, sprawled onto his back on top of Foolish’s tower with his wings dirty and blood-soaked. Étoiles killed him earlier, and that’s kinda fucked, but he still trusts the man with his life. And his death. The others all acquiesce around him, every single one staring up at stars and constellations that don’t look right, eyes too shiny and smiles too wide, and they know that something in their brain chemistry has irrevocably changed.

This cursed place has no sheep, which means no wool, which means no beds. So when exhaustion crashes into them like a freight train, they forego all sense of personal boundaries and crawl into each other’s arms on top of their little tower of despair, in one fucked up pile of aching limbs and blood-soaked clothes.

Tomorrow will be another day. But they all know nothing will ever be the same after this.

[sevicia]

The other day I was thinking of how some people have voice claims for their OCs (learned what a voice claim is veery recently 😏knowledge loves me) and thought about what my OCs would sound like but the only ones I have ANYTHING in mind for are Mary and Agnes because ummm... obviously....

Agnes -> goes from Some Guy (deadpan edition) to Raspy Voice 3000 (deadpan edition) after his creepy girlfriend rips out his vocal chords (slash romantic)

Mary -> no idea on pitch (???) or anything like that but I realized I imagine her talking kinda like Bkornblume from Reverse: 1999, purely because her voice in the game is super smooth, carefree and soft.... But Bkornblume sounds too young in her aactual Sound

[jules-has-notes]

APAP 2019 — VoicePlay live performances

Every trip to the Association of Performing Arts Professionals annual conference in NYC included a showcase concert to show off the guys' talents for potential show bookers. The setlists they put together each year included a combination of established crowd pleasers and new material that demonstrated the breadth of their repertoire. These two recordings are great examples of their appeal.

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This medley was incredibly impressive when they released their videos with professional audio recording and mixing, and the ability to record as many takes as they wanted. Seeing the guys tackle it live might be even more astounding.

Details:

title: Panic! in 4 Minutes

original songs / performers: "Victorious"; "I Write Sins Not Tragedies"; "Emperor's New Clothes"; "Miss Jackson", feat. Lolo; "The Ballad of Mona Lisa"; "This Is Gospel"; "High Hopes"; "Say Amen (Saturday Night)"

written by: all songs by Brendon Urie in collaboration – "Victorious" with Mike Viola, Morgan "White Sea" Kibby, Jake Sinclair, Alexander DeLeon, Rivers Cuomo, & CJ Baran; "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" with Ryan Ross & Spencer Smith; "Emperor's New Clothes" with Jake Sinclair, Lauren "Lolo" Pritchard, Sam Hollander, & Dan Wilson; "Miss Jackson" with Dallon Weekes, Lauren "Lolo" Pritchard, Jake Sinclair, Amir Jerome Salem, & Alex Goose; "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" with Spencer Smith, Butch Walker, & John Feldmann; "This Is Gospel" with Dallon Weekes & Jake Sinclair; "High Hopes" with Jake Sinclair, Jenny Owen Youngs, Lauren "Lolo" Pritchard, Sam Hollander, William Lobban-Bean, Jonas Jeberg, Taylor Parks, & Ilsey Juber; "Say Amen (Saturday Night)" with Jake Sinclair, Sam Hollander, Lauren "Lolo" Pritchard, Imad Royal, Nathan Abshire, Suzy Shinn, Tom Peyton, Tobias Wincorn, & The Budos Band

arranged by: Layne Stein & Earl Elkins Jr.

performance date: 6 January 2019

My favorite bits:

Layne including the tape rip sound effect in his percussion

that gorgeous "Victorious" chord

Eli's fantastic grit on "Emperor's New Clothes"

the clean cut-offs during "Miss Jackson"

Geoff taking over the beatboxing during Layne's lead for "This Is Gospel"

the lowkey step-touch groove

sparing J.None's vocal chords by substituting a harmonized ♫ "we're gonna feel alriiight" ♫ for the squealingly high "Saturday"

such a well coordinated ending

Trivia:

This medley was originally released in two parts, with a week-long cliffhanger between "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" and "This Is Gospel". Clips from those videos play on the screen behind them as they perform it live.

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This number was a longtime fan favorite at VoicePlay's live shows. The bandmates often refer to each other as brothers, and that comes with the occasional bickering. Luckily for us, this battle for the spotlight is entertaining as heck and (as far as I know) only pretend.

Details:

title: Elvira

original performers: The Oak Ridge Boys

written by: Dallas Frazier

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

performance date: 6 January 2019

My favorite bits:

"Are there any country fans here?" / "Boo." / "This is gonna go great. Thanks." 😒

the trio in the corner hastily rearranging themselves

everyone cutting out for the first ♫ ⇓ "miiine" ⇓ ♫

Earl's strategic retreat after Geoff gives him the stink-eye

that extra low-end riff at the end of J.None's solo

and Eli's incredible vocal agility, sheesh

Geoff adding an extra deep dip at the end of the second chorus just to rub it in

the surprisingly lovely voice of the cameraperson

that impressive breath control from Earl

Geoff being unable to make eye contact as he strokes Earl's beard

the big ending that never disappoints

J.None dabbing on the way out

Trivia:

Their pals in Home Free enjoyed VoicePlay's version of the song so much that they used this arrangement as a starting point for their own recording with The Oak Ridge Boys.

[j0ht0-gh0sthunt3r]

Top ten of horrors that do scare you?

the unown. no explanation needed.

herobrine. ive been having nightmares about him corrupting my pc and deleting all my minecraft worlds that me and my sister worked super hard on.

drifloon. im about the size of a tall 12 year old so they’d probably mistake me for one and kidnap me

MX. he beat me in uno and im still salty about it.

Mimikyu. I love the little guys, theyre so so silly and scrunkly, but im constantly worried i’ll accidentally see what’s under their costume and fucking die.

the wigglytuff that cant sing. she looks like she’d rip out my vocal chords and i just generally dont fuck with her vibes

any glitchmon that can just. completely wipe you from existance. fucking horrifying

eternatus. that fucking thing. that unidentified creature. i dont like its aura.

The entire region of Kalos

whatever the fuck Paldea has going on

HONORABLE MENTION: my fucked up and evil charizard