#she doesn't even want to go but management is evil and dumb and moved her to pre k bc another teacher lied abt her :(

[guinevereslancelot]

oughhhh new boss hasn't even fully taken over yet but she seems so incompetent 😬

[thestarstoasun]

This entire fluff of Will being an adorable child was written as emotional compensation (mainly) for @actual-gremlin. Anyone else can take it as emotional compensation for my normal posts though!

Quick Note: Because timelines are actual torture this is at least a year before The Lightning Thief, mainly bc for the sake of plot I needed Luke to not be entirely evil & he really turns after his own quest/when Percy arrives/is claimed.

When Will was younger, he found a tabby cat in the woods near camp while following Connor to find flowers for their older sisters. The cat was missing half of her tail, but was surprisingly affectionate towards them. Will fell in love immediately, and while he wasn't a vet, his vitalkinesis told him that more than just her tail was injured. She was malnourished and dehydrated with a sprain in her front paw.

"Do you think your siblings will let you keep her? Do you even plan on keeping her?" Connor asked with his arms full of flowers.

"It really depends on what she wants. Poor angel. I would like her, but I wanna make sure she's okay first." Will's small arms held the cat and he pet the underside of her jaw, grinning when she started to purr.

"I didn't even know you liked cats. How could you hide this from me?"

"Ma used to take me to the pet shelters before she would play her concerts at night when touring. And I didn't hide anything. You're just a bad friend for never asking. Hmph."

"Wha? Hey!" The two boys laughed as they approached the Big House. Will's face grew determined seeing as his biggest challenge would be inside.

"Good luck, soldier. If they don't let you keep her, I'll sneak her into Hermes for you. Luke wants us family to be happy, so I can figure something out." Connor did his best to move the flowers around so he could give a salute.

"I lied earlier. You're a great friend...when you aren't playing the pranks of the century." Will nodded his head, took a deep breath, and walked inside the chamber.

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Will was happy to note that the infirmary was mostly empty save for, surprisingly, Luke and Lee. What was even stranger though was Luke wasn't in a cot. He was sitting on top of Lee's desk, something that Will had be reprimanded for several times.

"Why doesn't Luke get scolded for sitting on your desk?" Will pouted walking towards his big brother and the Hermes counselor.

Both of the older boys jumped, but Lee just looked over at Will and smiled kindly. "He already was. You know how Hermes kids are."

Luke turned his body around to face Will as well with a mischievous grin. "Lee has tried to kick me off of the desk several times, but I outsmarted him."

Lee's face flushed, but Will completely missed the interaction between them, looking at Luke with amazement. "You managed to outsmart Lee!? But he's smart, but also a little dumb-"

"Hey!"

"-so I can also understand."

"William. Why is there a cat in your arms?" Lee asked, out of curiosity and to redirect the conversation away from his dating life. Will was, perhaps, his only sibling who remained mostly spared from growing up too fast, and Lee was determined to keep it that was for just a little longer. Romance just went over his head, which was the innocence a child should have.

"Oh yeah! I found her when Connor and I were...-" Will pursed his lips and thought about how to say they snuck into the woods without getting into trouble. He had never met their dad, Apollo, so Lee was really the closest to one he felt like he had. And Lee had perfected the disappointed parent look- Will blamed Michael for that. "...taking a stroll through some trees to look for flowers and I found her! She's injured and I wanna help her."

Will was determined to at least be able to nurse the cat back to health, even if Lee wouldn't let him keep her. His arms were wrapped protectively around the cat and she relaxed onto Will's shoulder.

"A stroll through some trees?" Lee raised his eyebrow as if he was questioning whether or not to let the deceit go. Apparently, Will was very lucky, because his big brother just sighed. "You know we aren't vets. How can you be sure you can help her? How do you know its a her?"

"I'm a healer." Will said it with so much pride that Lee couldn't help but smile just a little bit. "And vitalkinesis, dummy."

"Michael is such a bad influence on you. He's got you insulting me in my own infirmary."

"Isn't he also the only one of your siblings, other than this one - but he's gotta only be a fourth of a person -("Hey!") who can get your stubborn ass to take a break?" Luke spoke up with an amused smirk.

"Language. There is a small and impressionable child here."

"Mikey says bad words all the time," Will spoke up, looking between the two counselors extremely confused.

"I'll have a talk with him about it. If you want to try to help the cat.." Lee noticed Will's puppy dog eyes and let out a swear of his own in Ancient Greek. "You can try to help her, but we don't have any cat food so you'll have to see if she'll eat tuna. And we aren't keeping her." Will nodded along with a small pout.

Instead of giving confirmation, Will walked to a cot and set the cat down before humming a soft healing hymn.

"We're gonna end up with a cat, aren't we?"

"You guys most definitely are. That kid has you wrapped around his fingers."

"It's the eyes! You'd think he was an Aphrodite kid, but he just pulls the puppy dog eyes and I give in."

"Lee, that's just you being a sucker."

"I'm just a better brother than you. All of the poor, sweet children that have their ears tainted by the horrors spoken of in the Hermes cabin tell me so."

"I'm going to go tell Castor and Pollux to start awful rumors about you. Overdramatic, absolute pushover, workaho-ouch!"

"Don't be mean. I'm going to go help Will. If you would be so kind, could you possibly sneak Cabin 7 some stuff for our new cat? I really don't think I'm getting out of this one."

"Yeah, sure. Good luck with being 'Cabin Mom'. I have my own rats to gather up soon; Connor and Travis should probably be first."

Will had healed the sprain and gotten the cat water and a can of tuna which she was currently happily drinking and eating away at. He sat in a chair by the bed watching her with a wide grin. Seeing her eating made him really happy and when she would look up, he reassured her with a "It's fine. There is plenty." before she went back to eating.

Lee ruffled Will's hair when he made it over. "Things going good, Sunshine?"

"Mmmmhm! She likes tuna, I think. Or maybe just really hungry."

"We can try a few things coming up to see what she likes. Overeating can also make her sick. Sometimes cats, and people, do it when they're malnourished for so long and have, for instance, they're favorite food for the first time."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's why when you say you're not hungry, I always say eat two bites and you don't have to eat anymore if you still don't want any."

"That makes sense! Its much nicer than back in Texas when I would stay with my Granma and Gramps. They had dumb rules." His nose scrunched up as he recalled the nights he just really didn't feel good, the very few times he got sick, and was forced to sit at the table for hours.

"Those rules are the worst." Lee agreed and pulled his little brother in for a hug. "There are some rules that are good though."

"Like what?"

"Rules you have to follow for us to take in your new friend."

Will's eyes sparkled with excitement as he listened to the rules carefully, curls bouncing as he nodded along. The small lecture ended in a sacred oath, even more sacred than a promise on the Styx, a pinkie promise.

Bear, as Will had named her - though no one knew why since she didn't look much like one, grew healthier each week. She gained more weight, especially when she realized she could get extra treats by going to multiple Cabin 7 kids. Her fur grew fluffier (giving her a bath had been Michael's job - the punishment for swearing around children.) which Will absolutely loved, because she cuddled with him at night.

She had almost gotten herself caught multiple times because she tried to follow Will out of the Cabin. (Lee was going to get gray hairs by the time he turned 20, though he'd be ancient then. He was sure of it.)

By the time Chiron did find out about Bear, Lee had gotten the other head counselors on his side if this came to a debate. Luckily, many of them liked Will and seeing him being a kid with a cat probably helped sway the tides, or maybe some God was looking out for them. Either way, Chiron agreed to let her stay since they had clearly taken care of her this long.

Will went to sleep that night holding Bear a little closer, while she simply curled up to the boy. In a few years, he would lose so much, and she would stay through some of the hardest moments in his life, but right now he was just a boy with his big siblings and their cat.

[tornioduva]

Thoughts on Mistoborn (Era 1)

Ok, so, as promised, the nitpicks/preference post. I wanted to wait for the excitement to cool down, but if i wait more i'll just forget everything. so.

SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOILERS, BIG, HEAVY, MEATY!!!!

I'll just blurt out a list of things that i didn't like/left me concerned:

The Lord Ruler ""redemption" I thought this was going to be a more controversial take, but i've seen many other express the same feeling already, so cool. Basically, the way they talked away the evil Rashek did under his rule reeeeally left me with a disappointed. understandable, yes. all the things the characters say about him are contextually right and informative, but aside from the content, the emotions behind felt...wrong. The reader should be the one kind of above all saying "i kinda get what he was going for", not the ones that saw his massacres and cruelty. Plus the emphasis on "Ruin corrupted him, he had good intent in the beginning"; i don't hate it as a concept...but it should've have been worded differently i think. I will excuse only Sazed on this because he basically achieved Nirvana, but even from him i expected more...criticism let's say. Less gush about microorganism and more fuck you Rashek.

Disconnect of powers Now, this can all be explained away with "it is the way it is, because yes", and it wouldn't be incorrect. but still. Why either Rashek nor Vin Managed to realize, even on an insticual level, what the true nature of the mist/deepness was when they took the power? Vin is told to be able to briefly see in the past of the power, and has her senses and understanding greatly expanded; how come she doesn't realize they fit together in some way? I included Rashek because i remember he moved the planet to burn the mist, and i guess this means he viewed it as something to defeat, but i may be mistaken. Again, maybe she didn't have enough time, maybe Ruin obfuscated her understanding, maybe it's just the way it is. but, if sazed took his time to explain to me that there were organism to eat ash, he could've also told me why she didn't just know what the mist were. but it's also not that important i guess, admittedly, i don't know if it wouldn't have changed the story all that much.

There's an afterlife??? That. I rode the rolelcoaster of emotions that was the final chapters of HoA and it was amazing and heart breaking, everyhting fitting together, climax climaxing, tears tearing, me dying. The sacrifice of Vin and Elend was so moving and spectacular, i wouldn't have asked for a better one. but. Then came Sazed, giving their friend a beutiful goodbye in the form of their bodies left in the flowers...and then you follow that saying "but don't worry, they be chilling were they are now, lol". why. why Ruin (lol) such a beautiful send off by demistifying their death. or at least without elaborating on it more. without that note, their death would've have left a bittersweet taste in my mouth, happy that they both died doing what they thought was right, giving their people hope, and loving each other, but without knowing what that would mean for them, if they were just gone, reunited or else. The question of an afterlife was also like one of the big questions of this book, part of the selfdiscovery journey of Sazed. To just having it resolved in a footnote like that, right after i was starting to grieve for my main characters, was terrible. "guess i was dumb for feeling sorrow for them, they're fine anyway". Plus, to me it would've been faaaar more interesting if Sazed, even in a god form, still couldn't respond to the question of what happens, to confirm that even a god does not know what lies for him in death. that'd be chilling. instead i guess there's paradise? bah. I mean, happy for them, poor things, at least they can dance for all eternity now. I'm sure someone will RAFO me in regard to the afterlife, but doesn't change my feeling about it.

Kelsier ... Everything regarding Kelsier's actual actions post death, in regard to the voices and influece, to Sanderson saying he was briefly a god before Vin...that is all just kind of silly to me. at least presented as it is. It's too little too litle to be of any interesting significance, but at the same time his actions are relevant to the story. I'd say, either have him play a quiet, interepretative but bigger part in the story, or as is, just don't have kelsier doing wierd shit that technically shouldnn't have the powers to do. hell, Vin struggled to talk to Elend the one she had a special bond with, while in FULL GOD MODE. Idk, it feels just kind of there.

Pewter Reaaaally small nitpick. It's magic, i know, but given that pewter doesn't heal by itself, but just accellerates and intensifies the natarual one of the body (at least for how i understood it), i really think mistborns and thugs should have waaay more scars and residuals bruises than they are described with, Vin in particular. i personally choose to see her as a very scarred indivdual given everything she survived.

...Why metals? This is a strange question, like asking why a mage uses a wand to cas magic. because that's how it works. i know. still. Given how in depth of the rules of how this world functions are, and how much Sanderson clearly wants to explain them to us, to the point of, again, having sazed telling us that rashek made specific micro organisms to eat ash. like, for real. why do the powers of the gods of this world need metals to express themselves. I guess this is the most likely of all my qestions to receive hordes of RAFOs, because i'm sure he will explain it at some point, maybe by talking about the power behind Ruind and Preservation. But still, in a world where everything makes kind of sense, having to eat metal to access magic still feels kind of there as "it's that way because it's cool". It's weird too, because i wouldn't quetion it if it was just, magic powers manifesting into people. but by being this specific, having to use a finite reosource to access an infinite (apparently) reserve of power, an ability that was decided and designed by the gods that created this people...idk, feels weird somehow. i fully expected Sazed to at least question it. but i guees i'll find out later. or maybe not, and honestly i'm okay with that. it's ok to not expalin everything, it just feels weird juxtaposed to everything else being explained.

Aaaand these were my main nitpick about this saga. not too many all things considered. enough to nag at me in my mind, but not to hinder at my overwhelmingly positive enjoyment of the experience.

[slasherhoe87]

🌹Loving Michael🥀

Chapter 3

Link to Masterlist with all chapters so far: https://www.tumblr.com/slasherhoe87/711619549600137216/loving-michael?source=share

OG Michael x Female Reader

Two mornings after Michael and your escapade at the old Pickens factory you stood in front of your stove making chocolate chip flapjacks for Michael.

Your man had an insatiable sweet tooth and really, the palette of a child.

He didn't want oatmeal for breakfast - he wanted Lucky Charms cereal. He didn't want a chicken salad for lunch - he wanted mac & cheese or a plain cheesy pizza. He didn't want grilled salmon for dinner - he wanted spaghetti & meatballs or lasagna.

You smiled fondly as you flipped over the flapjack before looking up at the wall clock. Good, you thought - you still had quite some time before having to leave for work. You'd thought you would be running late as Michael had insisted on cuddling before you got up, however cuddling turned in to lazy morning sex - as was common with the two of you.

Just as you placed the last of Michael's flapjacks onto a plate you noticed a shape out of the corner of your eye. Turning to look, your heart jumped in your throat with fright.

"Michael!"

Fright gave way to annoyance with no real anger behind it. After living with one another for a full two years, your lurking lover still managed to scare you with his unexpected appearances.

Your frown turned to a smile as he stalked forward to the kitchen table - silent and expressionless as ever.

You took the plate of chocolate chip pancakes, a can of whipped cream and some sliced fruit and placed it in front of him. You leaned down and kissed his forehead (thankful that he had worked through his touch aversion)

While pouring yourself a cup of coffee to have with your toast you look up and out of your kitchen window to see the familiar beige station-wagon drive slowly up the street.

Loomis - your mind spat with anger.

The biggest quack in psychiatry. A man who you thought himself should be locked up in Smith's Grove.

To spend less than a couple of months with a troubled child and deem him evil incarnate - the fuck!? His obsession with Michael was downright creepy.

Every other day before or after work, or when out on errands you would notice him driving about Haddonfield looking for Michael. Yeah, keep wasting money on gas asshole, you'll never get Michael - not while I'm still breathing.

Evil incarnate doesn't smile. Evil incarnate doesn't cuddle or give tender hugs. Evil incarnate doesn't show vulnerability with unshed tears in its eyes as it seeks out comfort away from the dark places in its mind. Evil incarnate doesn't make love or spoil its lover with tender kisses.

You were getting riled up... your thoughts moving onto an even bigger hatred of yours: Laurie fucking Strode. The bitch who thinks she's the 'final girl' of her own damn movie. Michael had intended to kill her only because she had trespassed onto his property - he was not obsessed with her like Laurie believed (or wanted to believe) and when he couldn't kill her due to her own dumb luck he moved on to his next kills.

But Haddonfield is not a large town and for the past two halloweens when Laurie would catch a glimpse of Michael stalking the town she was convinced Michael was after her. He wasn't. You ain't that special, Laurie. And because she believed she was final girl of the century she would go after Michael and try and kill him.

Thanks to this bitch, Michael's one eye is damaged - his vision in the eye mostly still intact but the physical scarring is prominent and he a had big raised, puckered scar on his neck from where she had stabbed him.

Luck seems to be firmly on her side as Michael just can't seem to end her annoying existence. You wished she would just leave Michael alone or if Michael could just finally kill her and be done with it. Then all you had to worry about was Loony Loomis.

You felt a pair of strong, protective arms snake around your waist. Michael placed his chin atop your shoulder and squeezed your waist gently, silently asking what was troubling you.

You sighed and turned to face him, your palms rested against his pecs, his hands still holding you.

"Loomis drove past again" you spat out.

Michael's gaze darkened briefly, a flash of anger struck across his expressive stormy blue eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I won't let him take you back to Smith's Grove, Michael. I won't let him take you away from me. I'll kill him before I let that happen" you promise this to Michael, your voice steel with resolve. Michael holds you against him tighter, you look up into his eyes - his own darkening again as he drinks all of you in - your words increasing his love and obsession for/over you.

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Later at work that day you were sat in your office staring out in to the shopping isles of the small hardware store that you were manager of - your mind thinking on nothing other than Michael's pursuers.

You didn't know what you would do if Loomis managed to catch Michael and send him back to Smith's Grove or if Laurie fucking Strode actually succeeded in killing Michael. Your blood boiled at the thought. That just couldn't happen. You intended to keep your promise to Michael. You would kill to keep him with you - because a life without Michael didn't seem to be much of a life at all - he had you by the heart, his grip unrelenting - he was it for you. There could never be anybody else.

Tearing your thoughts away from those to loons lest your blood pressure skyrocket you decided to go to the front desk and chat to Len, the cashier for a bit - he was always pleasant, light hearted conversation - just what you needed.

After chatting for a bit with Len, you felt a bit better, a little lighter. Grateful that he was a very easy conversationalist.

Just as you were about to turn back and head to your office the bell that alerted you to new customers jingled above the opening door. You turned with a smile ready to greet the customer when you felt your heart sink, your blood heat and your smile turn to a grimace.

In swept Laurie fucking Strode with that cool-girl casualness of hers and that barely there easy smile.

She didn't know that you were Michael's girlfriend - in fact you were pretty sure that she firmly believed Michael was incapable having a girlfriend or any feelings for another, whether familial or romantic to begin with.

She greeted you and Len after looking over her shoulder three times, nervous eyes scanning outside for any signs of Michael no doubt - God! You're doing this to yourself bitch - self fulfilling prophecy! You shouted internally.

Jim, the salesman who generally helped the potential customers was off sick for a day or two so you had to, unfortunately step in and assist.

"Can I help you, miss?" You ask with the friendliest tone you can muster and tight smile.

She looks over the aisles of stock typical to a hardware store and shook her head smiling back at you, oblivious to your strained demeanour.

"No, I'm good. I know what I'm after. Thanks though, I'll shout if I need help" and off she sauntered, disappearing behind the shelves.

You sniffed and leaned against the counter, hoping she'd hurry the fuck up so she could get the fuck out of your store.

Eventually after what felt like hours, Laurie returned to the front desk, a basket full of paraphernalia. Rope, pliers, a machete, bowie knife, gardening gloves, a mallet and other bits and bobs that could be used for nefarious purposes.

You thin your lips, eyes scanning the gear she places on the counter for Len to assist with.

"Quite an array of tools there... planning to kill someone?" You ask, voice steady and just teetering on the edge of knowing accusation and inquisitive humor.

Laurie looked up at you, mouth slightly agape. She swallowed hard before glancing out of the store's window once more and fumbling with her purse to retrieve her cash - dramatic.

"Uh, hehe, no... just some renovations needing to be done at home" she replies back in a somewhat shaky voice.

Renovations my ass.

"Hmm" is all you respond with. "Well, good luck and thanks for buying at Miller's Hardware" you pleasantly spout out as you turn on your heel and head back into your office.

Plopping down heavily onto your office chair you rub your temples as you feel a horrible headache blooming. You just knew fucking Laurie Croft was ready to take on Michael again this Halloween, which was unfortunately on 5 days away.

Sighing, you stop rubbing your temples as your cellphone buzzes on your desk. You lean over to see whose calling you.

It was your mom.

"Hey ma, how are you and dad doing?" you ask, smiling at the welcome distraction.

Your mom sniffled on the other end of the phone and you instantly sat up straight, worry furrowing your brows.

"Honey, you're gonna have to come home. Your dad... h-h he's had a stroke and I don't think I'll be able to handle him alone"

Your breath hitched and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. Your poor dad!

"Don't worry mom... I'll leave tonight - the drive will take about 4 hours" I say as I start cleaning up the office and pack everything away.

"No, I don't want you driving at night, baby. Your dad is stable and will only be out of hospital in a few days... take your time. Sort out what you have to over there, then come through. I- I'm so sorry for upending your life there in Haddonfield honey... but we need you home" Your mom choked out, her voice trembling on the other end.

"Don't feel bad mom. You're my parents, I'll do anything for you. I'll phone Larry tonight so that he can get a temporary manager in, then I'll sort everything else out and leave as soon as I can, ok?"

"Ok honey, see you soon. Drive safe"

After she hung up you let the tears fall down your face. Damn it. Just when you were settling nicely into Haddonfield - this being your third year here. But no matter... whether this move is temporary or more permanent you didn't care. Your parents needed you and you would be there for them no matter.

All of a sudden as though being hit in the face with a frying pan you thought of Michael.

"Michael! Shit!" You place your head in your hands and groan.

Well... let's hope he's ready for a trip as you will NOT leave him in Haddonfield with Loony Loomis and Laurie fucking Strode creeping about.

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Chapter 4 coming soon

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Spoilers... on the last two episodes. More under the cut.

Ok first I have talk about the whole Turner situation. When she walked up to the whole Russell's clan like she thought she own the place on the arm of Colonel Sanders. I was like oh no she didn't... but well she did. I didn't like watching the color drain from Bertha's face though. Too bad she doesn't have Evil Queen magic, because she could of conjured up a fireball and throw it at her!! 😈

Wtf is Turners issue anyway with Bertha? Was it because she fired her, throw her out on her ear. Or could be revenge because she couldn't seduce George? Which it's like please bitch he has Bertha why oh why would he want your sorry ass. When she showed up in his bed naked I remembered thinking wow pathetic and desperate move there.

I wonder if Bertha going release the information of Turners ture identity out and ruin her? I think she may if Turner keeps messing with her!! Why do people mess with Bertha she will make them sorry, idiots.

Does anyone think that this new woman Oscar interested in could possibly be a lesbian? The reason I think this is Aurora mentioned that she has a female companion that goes everywhere with her. Now why we haven't met this female companion is beyond me. But it made me think, also wouldn't that be the best solution.

I'm really liking Marian with Dashiell Montgomery. I wasn't sure at first but so far I really like him. Now his daughter on the other hand, well she seems creepy and has anger management issues.

I'm so happy Peggy's back working for Aunt Agnes. I really liked her being at the house all the time.

They need to find a really good man for Gladys. Like her perfect dude! I really like her and I don't want to see them do her wrong.

Oh Larry needs to stop fucking Melania Trump!! Omg I thought that was such a slutty move when they bearly know each other she's already going to sleep with him. Especially back then. When Bertha wants it stopped and ask George to talk to Larry. I hate it when George all with the bullshit "boys will be boys" line. I started thinking about that, I can only imagine how different the world might be if men, young men in particular hadn't been allow to get away with shit just because they happen to be men. If they had been held up to the same high standard as women and young women back then. Larry can have sex with as many women as he wants as long it does bring shame to the family name. But Gladys couldn't even sleep with one guy before she's married or she would be considered wholly unworthy of marriage. 🙄 I really think everyone really needs to sleep with the partner you're going to marry!!! Especially then when being married was forever! Bad sex life for decades... no thank you!

But back to Larry and that woman whatever her name is. She gotta go, she's annoying, possessive, I'm sorry gonna say it too old for him (he looks like he's with his mom when they stand next to her. Never a good look). I don't know I just don't like her.

I personally want to watch Bertha crush Mrs. Astor like a bug. Bitch thinks people should just do whatever she said. No, Bertha don't play that way!!

Ok seriously George needs to buy Bertha a huge bouquet of flowers or some super lux piece of jewelry. Because no he didn't do anything wrong but he should of told her sooner so she didn't caught out by that gold diggin bitch. Who wouldn't of been able to make it out to be something it wasn't! Dumb ass doesn't he know anything happy wife, happy life! Because I do not like seeing Bertha upset, crying, sad, feeling like her husband may of betrayed her trust in one of the worst ways!! Just breaks my heart seeing her cry. 💔 Just want to smack George upside the head. Dude you have more money than God, do sometimes super special for your wife!!!

Oh Aunt Ada and the Preach man is just too sweet!! 😍 Aunt Agnes better not mess it up. We all know he's not up to Aunt Agnes standards, but I don’t think he needs to be. It's not like with Marian where that need for money is so great. With Aunt Ada, a man that's not rich wouldn't be an issue. I'm pretty sure the Preacher man makes enough for the both of them. Aunt deserves a romantic love in her life. She's so kind, sweet, loving, she just wants happiness for everyone she loves. She'd be friends with everyone if Aunt Agnes would let her. See she'll be the perfect preachers wife. I wish i.had an Aunt Ada in my life!

[dreamingsushi]

The Longest Promise - Episode 11

Well hello and welcome back to this drama. We have already been through a quarter of all of this story, so I guess it's about time things start moving right? Hopefully, it won't go too bad from now on, but I expect still a lot of drama. After all, this is a Chinese one, it's bound to happen sometime.

Zhu Yan uses her wish to brush Shi Ying's hair. While doing so, she plucks a strand of his, to fulfill her promise to Qing Gang. Obviously, Shi Ying noticed and tells her to hand back the hair. However, for once, she's rather smart and tricks him into giving back a different comb than the one she used to brush his hair, so it's probably a strand of hers. Then Qing Gang comes to ask for the hair and she gives it to him. And THEN she realizes that a dude unfamiliar with poison, asking for a strand of hair to increase his power is definitely sus. Was kind of about time you doubted him. She sneaks upon him and notices that he's comparing the hair with a paint brush, meant for calligraphy. She confronts him for using her and takes the brush away to tell Shi Ying. Upon learning that she was acting like this only to get his hair for Qing Gang, Shi Ying gets mad. He almost slips and let her know that he cares for her, but smoothly passes it as since it's his first becoming a master, he wants to do well and cares for all of his disciples. He reassures her that this won't harm him. Yeah no. It's too late. The Qing will know he's still alive.

Shi Ying confronts Qing Gang and they fight. He's definitely not a match for him though and is defeated. Then we learn that he bears the bad poison from the Qing clan and if he doesn't fulfill his mission to transfer it to Shi Ying, he'll die. Shi Ying takes it on himself willfully. He pretends that he's fine and can suppress the poison with his cultivation. Qing Gang thanks him for his mercy and promise not to leak away his real identity.

However, Shi Ying isn't faring well. Zhu Yan comes back and sees how bad of a state he's in. Shi Ying lies that Qing Gang didn't have any ill intentions and that he took the poison from him, but he's not aware that he's not doing well. Zhu Yan has an idea to suppress the poison and save Shi Ying. She has him grab onto the lamp like she did a while ago and the butterflies attacking solve the problem. And I see you, Xuelu, lurking around. This is going to be again the tragic story of a too ambitious lady. She reminds me of Zuo Qingluan in Dance of the Phoenix.

Xuelu manages to figure out Shi Ying's real identity and she reports to Da Siming that everything's alright with Qing Gang now and that Shi Ying vanquished the poison. She doesn't mention that Zhu Yan was there to help. I don't know if she wants to help her or not... I don't think she's evil, it's more that she's not the official daughter so she might have had a lot of resentment.

In class, they have to make bracelets with some spiritual flowers. The next day, Shi Ying will elect which one's the best, to give them a reward. He decides to go along with Zhu Yan's one, because even though he was so cold and mean towards her, she still kept believing in him. Chongming fears she has too much power over him, even though he says he won't keep her in Jiuyi mountain once the month is over. So he feeds him a fruit that is supposed to prevent him to be attracted to women. There was a warning on the spell, but I couldn't completely read it, it went too fast. I guess we'll know soon enough. The next morning, everybody is extremely shocked to see that Shi Ying's wearing Zhu Yan's bracelet.

And that completes this episode. I guess the main lead is slowly getting a little smarter. She's still dumb, but it's better. I can't believe how naive she is though. Hopefully the trope of the naive female lead is going to die someday soon.

[firedragon1321]

I'm Surviving My College Class by Making a Madame Bovary Pokemon AU

Amongst other things.

For people who have never taken a college literature class, Madame Bovary is a novel about a woman who marries the stupidest doctor in all the land, has two different affairs, never finds fulfillment, buys a bunch of shit to make herself feel richer, drags her family into debt, and then commits suicide to escape it. Her husband never figures out even half of it until the last chapter.

I'm going under the assumption that- in this AU- most people only have enough money to care for one Pokemon. Exception being the Bovary family- as Emma's Pokemon came with her into the marriage- and a character I believe could afford to feed two.

Emma Bovary- F Eevee -> Leafeon. She popped up on the farm fairly recently, eating whatever she could find. Emma hoped she would become a Sylveon or Espeon- perhaps an Umbreon under the full moon. None of these things happen because she moves to Yonville (that's the town's actual canonical name). It is known for its agriculture, so Eevee- influenced by this environment- evolves into a Leafeon. She becomes yet another symbol of the life Emma hates, and she eventually disowns the Pokemon. Brokenhearted, Leafeon's leaves slowly turn orange. Unlike her mistress, she survives (because I am not that evil) but is a broken-hearted- if rare- autumn variant. However...

Bethe Bovary- F Leafeon (autumn variant). This is the same one mentioned above, who returns and protects her mistress's daughter. Bethe is a baby in the actual book, but in this AU, I wanted to go a little further in time to her childhood. She appreciates Leafeon more than her mother did. While her leaves never heal, her heart does.

Charles Bovary- M Slowpoke -> Slowbro. All you need to know about this man is he is an insufferable dumbass, who can't even tell his wife is cheating on him and leaking all their money. He heard while in medical school that Slowpoke is good for treating illness with its psychic powers (source- the rumor mill, made of other students). Because he's too much of an idiot to figure out trade evolutions, he couldn't evolve Slowpoke into a Slowking. Slowbro is cheerful and helpful, but kinda dumb, and definitely useless in medical situations.

Lheureux- M Alolan Meowth. The only winner in the story, a task he succeeds at by putting the Bovarys in serious debt. A Meowth was the only Pokemon that made any sense. He mostly sulks around, playing with whatever coins his Trainer happens to drop. I chose Alolan Meowth because you're telling me this man wouldn't have a Dark-type? Speaking of...

Rodolphe: F Liepard and M Murkrow. This guy's just an asshole. He's affair number two, and leads Emma along until he realizes that she's a human with flaws. Liepard is his main Pokemon- a former show mon who looks pretty and fierce, but doesn't battle well. Murkrow is used for delivering letters and packages.

Homais: M Loudred. These two literally have the same personality. Loudred agrees with everything Homais says. Even if you can't understand him, he makes sure everyone in Yonville can hear his approval. Kinda like Slowbro, but Slowbro is benign while this guy can break windows.

Leon: M Vulpix -> Ninetales. Affair number 1. He was hard to pick a Pokemon for. But I was thinking of Fire-types (because of a certain Galarian champion) and selected for Vulpix. This man believes he's a romantic, but is actually rather self-absorbed. He still manages to treat Vulpix well. There's a point where he nopes off to another town, where he comes across a Fire Stone. By the time he comes back into the story, Vulpix has evolved. He is furiously protective of his Trainer.

Hippolyte: M Bonsly -> Sudowoodo. Not a major character, but I LOVE therapy Pokemon. In the actual book, Hippolyte is subject to a surgery to cure club foot, despite being able to walk fine. It goes wonky and he loses his leg. It is shortly after this that he encounters Bonsly. With love and care, it becomes Sudowoodo. Sudowoodo serves as a makeshift cane, helping his Trainer get around.

Beggar: M Gastly. Also not a major character, but I wanted to give him a Ghost-type to sing creepy songs with.

[shootingxstardust]

Okay need to vent because I need to write my thoughts down a little.

I have a sister. She and I were always close. We're just 16 months apart and we had always been together. We were best friends. She was always the innocent little sister, while I was the responsible older sister. We spent time together, played video games, and even rped together (IRL, not on here). My step mom said we behaved like twins, and yeah we were about as close as twins could be. Besides my paternal grandmother (Sadly not around anymore), she was my best and closest friend. And then just a couple years ago that came crashing down.

Back in high school, my sister became friends with B. Now B was a mormon.. but that was alright. She and my sister got along pretty well, and they were buddies, though because she was a mormon, B was pretty sheltered. Now once out of high school, just a couple years ago, my sister joined a D&D group through B, and that was where the problem started. Despite the mormon bit, I liked B, when she was around, it felt like she was part of the family, but now I wish my sister hadn't met her, especially now that B is giving my sister the cold shoulder for no apparent reason, but ehhh that's neither here nor there.

My sister joined a D&D group with B and a few of B's friends. I didn't see my sister that often at this , but she was happy and I was fine ... however, the problem arose when she developed a crush on J. Now J.. He's mormon, a Trump supporter, racist, and a bigot, and none of that was a red flag to my sister.. All my sister cared about was that he was nice, and liked Power Rangers... I and the rest of my family voiced our disapproval, but she said if we gave him a chance, we'd like him... I hate him...

The moment she confessed about dating him, she stared leaving the house at 8 am, and not returning until midnight.. Neither I, nor the rest of my family saw my sister. It was as if we ceased to exist.. Back in July of 2021, my parents were out of the house for a week, and I had just gotten home after getting in a car accident.. Instead of being there to support me, she went to his place instead.

She also was not honest about anything with this relationship.. After only being with him for 10 months, she has a kid with him.. Meaning she got pregnant one month into the relationship.. When asked why she wanted to have the kid she said "Because babies are cute, and sweet." I am 100% positive this controlling asshole baby-trapped her.. and neither are prepared to raise a kid.. I've said it before, but it'd be one thing of that baby, stayed a baby, but babies become kids, and then kids become teenagers, and then adults..

She had a kid with someone... who is mormon, is all around just a gross person in general, eats his boogers, baby-trapped her, manages her finances, controls her transportation, has plans to move her away to some small mountain town, takes her phone and reads through her text messages, has her listed as MILF in his phone and is all around just a gross person in general... He called my parents evil.. and even made sexual comments about me and shxxtteredfantasy... He also had an awesome job.. one that was making probably at least $18 an hour... and he shat all over it.. Because he was prouder of his job at Taco Bell, making $13 an hour... I don't know what my sister is going to do, and I fear for that kid honestly. He doesn't deserve to have parents that crappy, especially the dad, my sister is unfortunately just dumb...

But god.. I hate it and I fear that my sister is gonna get sucked into that mormon cult, get moved into some closed-minded yeehaw town, and then I never hear from, or barely hear from her again... It's sad.. we were so close, we were best friends, and now it's like I know nothing about her, or her life..

[whumpasaurus101]

more evil alicia rn??!??!!?

-your favorite anon

UASHUIJKHKHSS. oh i just WONDEERRRR who this anon iss!!! (hehe hai babyy). Yes ik this is suer duper late but uh. here ya go- DHUIJDHKDJDJ

Cw: Carving / knives

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Alicia smiled as she felt Jack freeze under her touch. She slowly leant down, whispering in Jack's ear, lips barely touching his skin, "Careful, baby."

Jack whimpered, his whole body trembling from his mistake, "I-I'm sorry… I Di-didn't mean to. I sw-swear!" 

Alicia simply tutted and sighed in false disappointment, "You know your rules, don't you?" Jack gulped hard, "Y-yes ma'am." 

"And yet…-" Alicia purred, hand trailing from Jack's hair, down his face and to his neck, quickly pulling him close to her, making the other yelp out. "-you still manage to break three of them."

Alicia watched as tears started to glass-over Jack's eyes. "I-I'm sorry… I sw-swear I-I didn't mean to be bold!!!" 

Alicia only hummed before walking away, slowly putting on her first leather glove with a smirk. As she put on the second glove, she watched as her love broke out in tears, his body shaking with sobs. Alicia only chuckled, making her way over, before gently cupping his cheek, her gloved-thumb brushing away a tear, “You look so pretty when you cry, baby.”

Jack only whimpered, more tears streaming down his face. He didn't mean to be bold. He really really didn't. He felt awful. How could he?! How could he be so selfish and feel sorry for himself when he upset Alicia. He should be feeling sorry for Alicia! God, he really is a dumb pet.

“It will be over soon, baby, alright? We just need to remind you of your rules.” Jack sniffled but nodded fast, “‘m s-sorry, ma’am…I r-really am!!!” Alicia smirked, her grip on his cheek easing slightly, “I know you are, baby. We just have to make sure it doesn't happen again, yeah?” Jack nodded quickly, “Yeah-yes ma’am!” 

Alicia went back to her table, fingers soothing over each knife’s handle, feeling the elegant designs of each. Some glistened with jewels, diamonds, others just metal with designs carved into them. She chose the knife with a red jewel- ruby.

She sat on the stool behind Jack’s and trailed the knife softly along his shirt. Even the slightest pressure cut through the fabric, revealing his scarred back. Alicia’s artwork. She smiled, cutting the shirt open fully before running her finger along the skin. She then placed the tip of the blade at Jack’s shoulder blade. “Big breath in for me, baby.” She hummed before quickly dragging the sharp blade downwards. Jack hissed, screwing his eyes shut as he tried not to flinch away. 

Alicia then moved onto the next letters, mindlessly humming as she worked away. Tilting her head with each carve, soaking in Jack’s whimpers and how is body trembled with each breath. “That's it, baby, hold nice and still for me, you're doing so good for me, good boy.” Jack desperately clung onto Alicia’s words. Repeating them to himself in his head. He was good. He was good for her. He was being good. He knows his lesson. Alicia knows he would never dream of disobeying her!!!

“You know I’m doing this because I care about you, right?” Alicia purred in Jack’s ear. “Ye-yes ma’am!!!” Alicia smirked, “Good, I love you, baby. I know you didn't mean to be bold but we just can't let this slide! What would happen if we were in public?!?! We wouldn't want people to think you're a bad pet now do we?

Jack’s eyes blew wide, “No way ma’am!!!” Alicia chuckled quietly at his reaction, “Exactly, baby. That's why I’m doing this.” Jack sniffled, wiping a tear and nodding, “Tha-thank you ma’am.”

Alicia smirked, “You're welcome, baby, be a good boy and let me finish the rest of this, yeah?” Jack nodded and fast, making sure his posture was perfect and forced a shaky smile.

It took an hour to get the words to the standard of perfection Alicia wanted. She wiped away the last bit of blood before sitting back. “Perfect,” She hummed. She then used a mirror so Jack could see her work. 

On his back, it read:

Rule One: I will never speak out of turn.

Rule Two: I will never hesitate when given an order.

Rule Three: I will never freeze or pull away from Alicia’s touch.

Tears fell down his face. Jack could practically hear himself repeating the rules. His first week, Jack learnt off all of his rules. It was just like the old days, back when he was defiant. 

Defiant…Bold…bad…

Jack broke down sobbing, instantly turning into Alicia as he buried his face into her shoulder, his body shaking with sobs, “I-I’m so-sorry!!! I was s-so bold, i-it will never happen again!!!” Alicia hid a chuckle as she smirked, holding Jack close as she carded her fingers through his hair, “Good boy, so good for me. I know you want a baby, let's get these bandaged up, hm?” 

Jack nodded quickly, “Th-thank you ma’am!!!” 

He was so grateful for her. Alicia was so forgiving and only did what was best for Jack. He was so lucky to have her! He smiled to himself. So so lucky.

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[ordinaryschmuck]

Here's my idea for a drabble. Kikimora is desperate for the chance to take Hunter down, so desperate she tries to team up with Luz. Luz agrees and Kiki is so crazy she doesn't even realize she's being sabotaged at every chance

The Long Game

Luz whistled a happy tune as she walked to the Owl House. Willow was helping Gus find a new club, and Amity needed to head straightaway to work, so it was a rare occasion that Luz was all by herself when leaving Hexide. Not that it bothered her. Her friend's and girlfriend's lives were important, and it's not like Luz needed to be near them twenty-four-seven.

Besides, if put into a dangerous situation, Luz can easily protect herself without anyone else being by her side for protection.

That is until a giant gloopy hand took Luz by the leg and pulled her through the trees.

"Gah!" Luz screamed, pulling out an ice glyph and freezing the hand that held her. Ice surrounded the goopy form, and it shattered instantly with a good kick. After tucking and rolling onto the dirt, Luz spun around and pulled out even more glyphs at the ready, glaring at the source of the goop. Only to feel frozen herself as she stared right at an Abomiton. Which just so happened to have a certain passenger on top of its shoulder.

"Well, well, well," Kikimora said threateningly, "If it isn't Luz, the Human."

"Kikimora!"

"Yes, it is I. The most respected and feared member of the Emperor's Coven! And you, Ms. The Human, have caused a lot of trouble while you were here. Initiating jailbreaks at the Conformitorium, causing excessive damage to Hexide, testing illegally made weapons from Blight Industries--"

"Technically, the last one's Odalia's fault."

"--and CRACKING my poor, innocent Emperor's mask with a spear of ice, no less. Any one of those offenses should land you in years of imprisonment. But doing them all at once? Those are crimes punishable by extreme measures! And I should, on good conscience, eliminate you right now for all that you have done!"

Luz gulped, remembering how well a fight with an Abomiton went the first time.

"...But I'm not going to," Kikimora simply stated, shocking the human girl in the process.

"Wait, what?"

"You see, I require your unique assistance."

"...Again, what?!"

"We have a common enemy, you and I. The insufferable and downright annoying menace that is the GoLdEn GuArD..."

"...You mean Hunter?"

"Is that his name?" Kikimora blinked out of her anger, "Huh. Never cared to check."

"Personally, I wouldn't say Hunter's my enemy," Luz shrugged, "More like an occasional inconvenience. Although he did try to kill my girlfriend..."

"Ah-ha! You see? Common enemy."

"Yeah, but so have you! And-and you almost petrified Eda. If anything, you're more of my enemy than Hunter is. In fact, why should I help you when we could fight instead?"

"So that you'll go free instead of forcing me to do this." The coven witch then snapped her fingers, to which the Abomiton punched a tree in half on command.

"...You make a convincing argument, Ms. Kiki."

"Thank you," The demon in question clapped her hands and allowed the Abomiton to gently put her on the ground so she could walk up to Luz. "Now, I have a question for you, Ms. The Human: How do you do it?"

"...How do I do what?"

"You and your ragtag team of riff-raff have faced the GoLdEn GuArD several times and still manage to live to tell the tale. I'm curious about how someone such as yourself could manage such a feat."

"Dumb luck?" Luz shrugged.

"That can't be it. Nobody is that lucky this many times. There must be a secret, and I must have it so I can destroy that brat once and for all!"

"Wouldn't Belos be mad that you killed his right hand?"

"Yes, but that can be future Kiki's problem. Current Kiki just wants the pleasure of holding his bloodied corpse in her hands while laughing maniacally. I even practiced my laugh. Watch:"

And as the little demon got lost in her evil laughter, Luz got lost in her thoughts.

On the one hand, she didn't want to die at the hands of an Abomiton.

But on the other, she didn't really want to kill Hunter. He's a jerk, sure. But that doesn't mean he had to die.

'If only there was a way out of this...' Luz thought.

"Hey!" Kikimora yelled, her laughter ended. "Are you going to help me, or am I going to have to destroy you?"

At that moment, a lightbulb of an idea came to Luz's head.

"Ms. Kiki," she grinned, "How good are you at playing the long game?"

***

Two weeks later, Luz was walking back to the Owl House, this time with her best friends and awesome girlfriend at her side.

"So, how's the magic chess club going, Gus?" Luz asked.

"It's going really well! The strategy, the warfare, who knew it would all be so much fun!"

"And out of curiosity, how is magical chess different from regular chess?"

"Well, you see--"

"Luz the Human!" a high-pitched voice screeched, bringing the group to come to a halt. Standing ahead of them was Kikimora, a top of an Abomiton's shoulder.

"Kikimora!" Willow shouted.

"With an Abomiton!" Amity added.

"Again," Luz said with a groan, making the others look at her with shock. "Ugh, hang on. I'll deal with this."

Surprising the trio of witches even more, Luz strode up to Kikimora and her Abomaton, more annoyed than terrified.

"What's wrong this time?" she asked.

"He refused the cake you told me to bake him!" Kiki complained, "He kept saying that he wasn't stupid enough to eat something that was clearly poisoned."

"Was it actually poisoned?"

"..."

"Kiki..."

"Of course it was! How else am I supposed to kill the GoLdEn GuArD if I keep doing this stuff to befriend him?!"

"I told you, you're killing him with kindness," Luz explained as if she was talking to a child, "By becoming his friend, he will slowly learn to trust you to eat something you made him. Just as long as you put of poisoning it for, well, let's say a couple of years."

"But I don't want to kill him in a couple of years! I want to kill him now!"

"It's called the long game."

"I know..."

"If you know, that why do you keep complaining?"

"..." Kikimora let out a groan. "FiNe..."

"You see, that's the spirit. And remember, the best way to make a friend is to talk to them. Ask what he likes and what his interests are, and he'll be easier to sway."

"I suppose so. Carry on, Ms. The Human."

Luz cleared her throat.

"Er, I mean, Ms. Noceda."

"Thank you."

And with that, Kikimora commanded her Abomiton to walk away, with Luz walking back to her trio of slackjawed witchlings.

"Sorry about that," Luz said to them, "For someone so dangerous and insane, she's really not the brightest ball of light casted. Still, I'm hoping after a few years of faking being Hunter's friend, she'll at least, you know, become his friend. Am I right?"

"...You are...something else," Amity was the first to say.

"Aw, thank you," Luz cooed, "Now, Gus. Magic chess. Is it, like, the pieces kill each other, or do the witches simply move the pieces by magic?"

[dragynkeep]

I don't care what the FNDM says, Adam was murdered. I don't just mean by the awful writing around him, I mean by Blake and Yang

To preface this, while I don't like where Adam as a character went, I acknowledge his canonical abusive and stalkerish behavior. He wasn't an "uwu baby" in the show proper. He stalked Blake and attacked her and she and Yang were well within their right to defend themselves.

But–

Having Blake and Yang murder him when he was unarmed and defenseless was extremely dumb. I'm guessing the writers just wanted him dead and gone so they could bury their racist racism plot line along with him, but the scene doesn't work.

Adam didn't have his sword. His aura was broken and he couldn't use his Semblance, so he was entirely defenseless. (nb4 anyone mentions his gun, CRWBY forgot about it too because almost no one in RWBY uses their ranged weapons anymore and Adam didn't even reach for it.)

He ran for the broken blade of Gambol Shroud, and if he had actually managed to grab it, then yeah, I suppose I could see why stabbing him would be a good thing, but if you actually go back and watch the scene, Yang and Blake grab it first and make a point to real back and stab him instead of just leaping away from him.

There was absolutely no reason to literally murder him, because that's what it was. Actions aside, he was unarmed and defenseless and they still attacked, that's no longer self defense.

I'm not saying they needed to give him a redemption arc (because Adams's character had already been slaughtered and CRWBY would be too incompetent to write a compelling redemption arc) but they could have so easily knocked him out, tied him up, and taken him to Atlas. It would have also given the others a chance to react to him, like Qrow and Ruby seeing the man who took Yang's arm, or Weiss seeing the SDC brand on him and fully realizing the extent of her family's evil.

Hell, taking him to Atlas would be good in general since it's the most racist Kingdom and we could've gotten more insight into him and the Faunus as a whole.

I dunno. Just frustrated with the show's wasted potential while also being glad a character I liked is dead so CRWBY can't torture them anymore.

I will always go on about Adam's wasted potential and how his portrayal in the show was just rife with unfortunate implications and downright racist thinking, but there is one thing I will say.

His death was not a murder, in Blake's case.

For the simple reason that, just like Adam was Auraless and had no weapon, so was Blake. While Blake made it clear multiple times that she would let Adam go if he just left her alone, which he rejected, Adam has made it abundantly clear that not only would he never leave Blake be, but that he is very much willing to kill her and anyone around her who stands in his way.

Given the context, the state Blake was in, and what would happen if she didn't stab him, Blake very well could reasonably fear for her life and take Adam out to protect herself. Blake stabbing Adam is not murder, because either she did that or he would kill her. That's self-defense.

The situation gets muddy when Yang gets involved.

Sure, she had no Aura just like Blake and Adam, but Yang was still armed and was not in harm's way. Adam wasn't focusing on her, he was focused on Blake, and Yang still took the other part of Blake's weapon and stabbed him in the back.

There's is reasons that could be had for this. Yang very well could've feared for Blake's life, she didn't know if Blake would get the weapon first or Adam would, so she just moved and grabbed the piece that Adam wasn't paying attention to so that, even if Adam got the other part, she could still stop him and protect Blake.

But Yang's case isn't self-defense. She isn't fearing for her own life, she still had means to take Adam out without the sword because she was still armed. However justified it was, Yang still murdered Adam, and add onto the fact that she is a human and he is a Faunus, we start running into very unfortunate territory, especially when taking Yang's own racism and indifference to Faunus racism in the past.

It's why the whole Adam dying thing should've been Blake's thing only. He was Blake's partner, he was her main villain, she was perfectly justified to stab him because her life was in danger if she didn't. Take Yang out of the equation, and in regards to this whole death, I wouldn't be so angry about it.

[itsclydebitches]

A weird defence I've seen of RWBY's conflicts has been that it's good writing simply by the virtue that people can disagree on what's the right thing to do in said conflict. Which doesn't work when one decision is being presented as the only valid choice while every other option is either not addressed or demonized. This isn't a story leaving a nuanced set of stances to explore, it's a guy on stage signalling the crowd to boo whenever someone goes against the Protag's decision.

Real quick, I want to talk about RWBY by not talking about RWBY. I’ve seen this argument a lot too and the tl;dr is that just because your audience debates the right action in a conflict  — something that is inevitable given how subjective media is  — doesn’t mean the story encouraged that reflection in any way. As you say, RWBY pretends that those disagreements don’t exist and that This Is The One (1) Right Answer... which entirely defeats the purpose of a morally nuanced situation in the first place. That lack is bad writing because it demonstrates the author’s inability to provide an accurate picture of the conflict while still ensuring we come out of it liking the parties involved. The conflict was too complex for them to manage alongside equally complex characterization, so they just pretended it was far simpler than it actually was. That’s not something to praise. 

But to get to the not RWBY part. I’ve mentioned this a couple times before, but one of the scenes that I think manages these sorts of conflicts really well is the funeral fight in The Haunting of Hill House, episodes 6, “Two Storms.” So warning from here on out for spoilers. Sometimes, the best way to see what’s not working well in one show is to look at another show that does (basically) the same thing successfully and compare the two. 

Normally I’d include screenshots, but Netflix doesn’t allow that :/ So I’m forced to rely on bullet points. 

The basic premise is that the Crain family has assembled in daughter Shirley’s funeral home, the night before they bury their sister, Nell. A lot of secrets are about to come to light. 

The scene kicks off when their father, Hugh, relays the call he got from the housekeeper the night of Nell’s death. She had committed suicide in the family’s childhood home. 

Though everyone knew how she’d died, son Steven is distraught at hearing the details and reveals that a few weeks prior Nell crashed a book signing of his. This shocks the others given that this was very unusual behavior for Nell. 

Shirley likewise reveals that she got a call from Nell who’d been worried about their brother, Luke, but hadn’t spoken to her the night of her death. The implication is that no one did. They’ll never know what was going through her head the night she died. 

Hugh reveals that she did call him. “I talked to her.” 

Stunned by this news, his children demand to know what was discussed and Hugh is clearly reluctant to continue. However, he eventually says that Nell wasn’t just worried about Luke, but also the “Bent Neck Lady,” a specter from her childhood.

The viewer knows that ghosts are real in this show. The kids don’t. Or rather, they all experienced supernatural occurrences in their childhood, are still experiencing them now, but only some of them are willing to admit they’re real. Steven is the diehard skeptic of the bunch and starts yelling at his father, accusing him of aiding Nell’s delusions and ignoring a family history of mental illness. In particular, he declares that this “makes you culpable [in her death].” 

Steven continues to accuse Hugh of “holding back information” about Nell and Hugh shoots back that “If I held back anything it was to protect you kids.” The viewer understands Hugh’s dilemma: the only reason he keeps things to himself is because Steven and the others refuse to believe the truth, with an added dose of this supernatural stuff being very dangerous. Steven asks, “Why do I need protection from the truth?” 

Before their fight can go any further, Shirley tells Steven, “You might want to check yourself before you start talking about the truth.” He published an autobiographical book about their childhood trauma and notably capitalized on a supernatural angle he doesn’t believe in. Shirley calls it “blood money.” 

As the argument about the ethics of his book rages, Shirley defends herself primarily with how everyone else thinks this is “blood money” too. No one took a cut when Steven offered one, proving how despicable they all think it is. 

Meanwhile, sister Theo has been getting heat for being drunk (a coping mechanism for her own supernatural troubles) and Shirley eventually pushes her far enough that she admits she did take Steven’s money and used it to get her degree. “It’s good, fucking money.” Suddenly, Steven has someone in his corner and Shirley’s main defense has crumbled. 

Shirley is furious that Theo had this secret income but was still living with her and her husband. Theo reminds her that she offered to pay rent, but Shirley isn’t interested in hearing that. She demands that Theo move out immediately and uses this betrayal as the new way to protect herself. She’s the victim here. 

Steven, sensing another secret in the works, cautions Shirley to “get off your high horse before you fall off.” 

Shirley maintains her position until her husband blurts that they also took Steven’s money. Shirley hasn’t been running the funeral home well and they would have sunk without it. 

Despite being the punching bag for the second half of this fight, Shirley is offered both reassurance and dignity. Her husband emphasizes that the only reason they’re struggling is because Shirley is a good person. She does too much work pro bono. Shirley also delivers the line, “Do you have any idea how much you’ve humiliated me?” calling into question the husband’s choice to admit this now, purely as a way to prove her wrong. 

Shirley leaves to get some distance and discovers that someone — something — has put buttons over Nell’s eyes. The shock of this keeps the fight from continuing and, as plot intervenes, gives the characters the space needed to eventually start healing and forgiving one another, notably by sitting with the various truths they all now have to grapple with. 

Phew! A long summary, but I’ve put this much detail in to highlight the nuance of the scene. Obviously RWBY would differ in many ways  — less cursing, for one  — but the core elements of any morally complex scene should be the same. The important takeaways here are that no one in the Crain family are “pure” or “evil” and everyone gets their chance to be both right and wrong. Hugh is right that Steven won’t listen to him and wrong in that he didn’t do enough to help his kids. We get Steven and Hugh’s frustration, their understanding of the world at odds with one another. Steven is wrong to put everything on his father and justified in starting his writing career with their story. We watch the scene move from “Steven is Wrong and everyone agrees” to “Oh shit nm, more and more of the family are revealing that they benefited from his money, complicating how “wrong” he actually is.” Shirley is right to point out that Theo is getting drunk during their sister’s funeral and Theo is right to point out that being drunk doesn’t erase having a good point. Theo is allowed to scream at the group and then immediately be offered help when she falls. Shirley pretends she’s better than all of them and is slowly, horrifyingly proven wrong, but is then still extended compassion and is allowed to point out how horribly they’ve just treated her. The husband is right about the money, wrong about keeping it a secret/revealing it the way he did, right in how he tries to diffuse the other fights, and VERY wrong by getting caught kissing Theo down in the storeroom! 

The scene twists and turns in a way that highlights everyone’s points and their flaws, the moments when their perspective should be upheld and questioned. The end result is a scene that has space for the audience to debate everyone’s choices without imposing the single view of This Person Is Obviously Wrong/Right and If You Think Otherwise You’re Not Watching The Show Correctly. The show itself acknowledges the complexity and nuance of these problems. It asks, “Hugh should have tried harder, but what more can he do when his kids literally don’t believe this stuff exists? Was Steven really justified in writing a book about their collective experiences? What does it mean that something his family sees as capitalizing on their trauma also helped them keep businesses and schooling afloat? Was it okay for Shirley’s husband to keep that money a secret, even if it helped them? How might he have told her in a less cruel manner? What about Shirley’s life has led to her intense need to be on that ‘high horse’?” 

And of course: “Who is really responsible for Nell’s death?” By this point the viewer already knows that there is no “really” here. This is too complicated a tragedy to lay the blame at any one person’s feet. Everyone in this room has moments of justified accusations and moments of chastisement because they’re well written, well rounded characters who are neither saints nor devils. The length of the scene (done in a single shot!) emphasizes that if you just wait long enough, even the most perfect looking person will eventually have a skeleton pulled from their closet. No one is above mistakes. 

RWBY has NONE of that. Zip. Nada. Nothing. RWBY gave us a scenario with many of the same, core themes  — secret keeping, secrets unwillingly revealed, blaming others for your mistakes, hurtful actions with helpful consequences, questioning who is responsible for a tragic death  — and instead of even attempting to give us some of the above nuance, RWBY said only that Ruby was right, Ozpin was wrong, and demanding that the audience ignore the nuance they could already see in order to accept the canon. 

RWBY’s scene asks the audience to play dumb and look at the world as a Black and White place, despite the show simultaneously insisting that “the world isn’t a fairy tale” and is, in fact, filled with shades of gray. 

Just not any shades of gray that mess with that dichotomy that now drives the story.  

That’s not good writing. It’s oblivious and contradictory writing that makes the audience frustrated. Not satisfied, surprised, contemplative, or curious. Just frustrated. 

[british-bombs]

( TO BEAT THE DEVIL ) An introduction.

FORMAT: teleplay / novel

GENRE: horror, coming of age

LOGLINE: An interning demon drives a pair of twins cursed with obedience and honesty to kill their cult leader.

THEMES: Trauma, sexual abuse, domestic violence, victim blaming (particularly self blame), peer pressure, redemption, internalized homophobia, and religion.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sexual abuse, violence, domestic and otherwise, manipulation, and death

EXTENDED SUMMARY, CHARACTERS, EXCERPT AND NOTES:

Carmine can taste it. They're hiding something. Humans have such a silly smell about them, turns an overwhelming shade of sweet when they've made a demonic deal. All four of these children have. He just can't figure out what, and more importantly: why.

It keeps him on the surface longer than he should be. Long enough that Lilith sees it fit to send him a fucking trainee? And if that wasn't insult enough, the trainees one of the eternal teenage know-it-alls.

He's already got four annoying toddlers to trail, and now there's one tugging his hand in the new generation's approach to soul-catching like Carmine isn't one of the best employees they've had since the turn of the century.

And somehow, to make it all worse, the trainee is good at it. And if Carmine wants to keep his spot at the top of the food chain, he's going to have to get the soul of that dumb bitch who's running the joint.

But, of course, the kid gets him murdered??? And then has the nerve to figure out how what those toddlers managed to stick their syrupy, grubby little hands in. What gives?

But two can play at that game. If he can't get the dead guy's, then he can have the next best thing.

Jesse has lived just under seventeen years, but he's ready to check out. Or he was. But of course, some selfish bastard had to come along and say you can't ever act on those thoughts again! Don't think like that!

And then the hole kept getting deeper.

Six feet deep, to be exact. He's got blood on his hands and no matter how fucking good it felt to cut off the air supply to the God who stole his innocence, it's probably not going to feel very good to watch his mom suffer through a highly publicized trial with headlines like CHILD MURDERS HIGH PROFILE BENEFACTOR!!!

Oh. Well. Billy did say if he really got in that deep, he could always strike up a deal. His soul, everything wrapped up in a nice little bow, sweet as Easter Sunday. But until then? Yeah, he's content to live in a stupid fucking Sherlock Holmes novel.

CHARACTERS:

JESSE NIX: A soon-to-be seventeen-year-old saddled with the curse of obedience. Unlike miss-lucky-Ella-Enchanted, he wasn't told to give away his mommy's locket. No-siree. He was told to give away his virginity. In his opinion, the only appropriate payback is a life. Maybe, one day, if he really snaps, he'll dig up Pastor Dallin's corpse and chop his dick off. Really stick it to the man. If he doesn't go to prison first, anyway. (spotify playlist)

NANCY NIX: Also a soon-to-be-seventeen-year-old, though saddled with the curse of honesty. It's really not so bad. That is, until she stumbles across the sight of her dearest little brother covered in blood for no reason he can push through his metal braces. She refuses to believe he did it on purpose. If only she could convince the cops without sounding like a nutjob. (spotify playlist)

BEVERLY PINES: A seventeen-year-old cursed to feel the pain of those around her. It makes for some fun family dinners with a sadistic mom and a missing dad. Distance nulls pain, but she can't ever seem to make it past state lines before her mom gets wise and breaks one of her ribs. Oh, well. She's got a bone to pick with psychos like her mom. Apparently, Pastor Dallin was one of them. She doesn't think she could stomach the pain of killing someone, so next best thing, right? (spotify playlist)

CLARICE ANDERMANN: Also a seventeen-year-old cursed to be constantly in motion. It's honestly not that bad. She's Yale bound! Perks of having endless energy for everything to cheerleading to debate contests, though she can't imagine her heart's going to keep up like this. It's already hanging on by a thread. That thread is named Beverly Pines and like hell she's letting it go to prison for nothing. (spotify playlist)

BILLY: An annoying fuck trapped in a seventeen-year-old's body. No curses. The opposite, in fact - blessed with a silver tongue and a keen sense of deduction. It takes him all of two hours to put together (almost) everything about Jesse Nix. He just didn't think he could push the repressed little fuck to murder that quick. (All the more power to him, though. Prison always makes people desperate and paranoid, AKA: an easy mark.) (spotify playlist)

MAVIS EVANGELISTA: Former housewife turned grieving widow turned revered prophet. If she got a little help from someone downstairs, then who's to know? They love her all the same. Now, she really, really wants to see how far she can push them all. (spotify playlist)

CARMINE: Just a helpful guy, passing through. Really doesn't need anything, just a little pledge, is all! And then? Then, you can have everything you want, fame, money, power, love. The sky is your limit. The water's fine! (Ignore the piranhas, they'll wait till you're dead to eat your face, just a little bit.) (spotify playlist)

NOTES:

- all of these characters have equal importance within the story.

- personal tag system for story stuff is '#tbtd' and character tags are just first name (ex: '#jesse')

- this is kind of really fucked up. the only reason i wrote it was cause i was thinking damn ella enchanted really is NOT fucked up enough. like i don't think the author of ella enchanted went dark enough. a locket? that's it? a bitch move. i'm taking it to straight murder and sexual abuse

- jesse transgender, no character straight except evil people

- i'm not entirely sure how tag lists work but i think i get the gist of them?? idk if you want rb or ask or something </3

EXCERPT:

There were moments, where she was reminded just how different this voice was, how violent.

She had found Lynette, making off with her makeup that she’d spent her own allowance on. Mavis doted on her and, from what she’d seen of other families, everyone else looked upon their little siblings with contempt, despising the burden they dragged along with their existence.

But Mavis adored Lyn. When she'd been born, her mother had come home with a tiny thing bundled in pink fleece. Mavis had taken to Lyn on sight, thinking Lynette’s headband adorned with a baby blue bow was the universe’s way of telling her happy birthday! as reparations for the ones her mother had missed while she was enduring her week long stay at the hospital.

But that mindset was a disease, one that had finally caught up with her. Had Lynette not become her burden? She was nineteen, busting her back day and night so Lynette wouldn’t have to, that she might avoid the life that Mavis had lived in those blissful six years where it was her and her alone.

Had her mother not tampered down her birthday celebrations since Lynette’s was so very close and they couldn’t afford double anyway? Had Lynette not deprived her of the teenage experiences she heard her classmates speak of, going out and tasting alcohol for the first time while Mavis followed a ten year old Lynette house to house so she could complain of a stomach ache after she’d devoured all the candy on the walk back home?

And now this! Stealing her few precious items, the few things she bothered to save up for, few things she bothered to keep hidden. For what? It wasn’t as though she was ever going to have the courage to ask a peer of her’s out. She was a thief.

One Mavis had made the mistake of taking care of. She should’ve embraced those stirrings of resentment, should’ve left Lynette to her own devices since Lynette didn’t appreciate anything, or even half of what Mavis afforded her. She should’ve left her out in the cold that Christmas. How could anyone have known? It wasn’t as though corpses could talk--

She had let Lyn take off with the whole case, as if to remind herself when she woke up the next morning what she had considered, how vile the thought was.

Lyn had never done anything unforgivable to Mavis. Mavis didn’t suppose she ever could. It was no fault of Lyn’s she didn’t understand what it was like to live with their father. How could she? It was a topic off limits to Lyn by both Mavis and their mother. After all, a child born blind doesn’t know until it’s pointed out to them.

And yet, she found guilt hard to summon. She did, but the speed at which it came, the strength, made her uneasy. What had happened to the girl she was? Lyn had been her world. What had changed?

Then, dully, that other voice, entirely of its own volition, said You did.

[unreone]

Aren't You Glad to Have a Boyfriend Like Me?

PROMPT: SERIAL KILLER

Time Taken: 42 hrs 14 min (on/off)

Program Used: IBis Paint

Word Count: 4133

♥~♥~♥~♥~♥

She beamed as I present to her my gift. An expensive perfume that she saw on a shop five days ago. She is squealing in delight at the second she recognize it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I can't believe that you manage to buy it~

How could I even return the favor?"

I laugh at how cute she is being right now. Little did she know, I did not even spend a single cent to get it. Wait...no I actually have. Just not mine.

"Don't worry, Giggles. To see your smile is enough for me to say it's worth it."

Nice, that's a smooth one Cuddles. My remark brought a blush on her angelic face. She then pulls me into a hug, something that I expected to get but could still appreciate.

"Aww, this is why I love you my fluffybuns. I'm so glad to have a boyfriend like you!"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I wanted to stay like this forever. However, a ring destroys the moment.

Both of us stop and look at each other. Withdrawing, she apologize and picks up her phone from her shoulder bag. I watch her expression change from bright to neutral and then grim.

"I know I understand...I will be there as soon as I can."

She ended the call.

"Something's wrong?"

She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted to stay a little bit longer but the call has given her a reason not to.

"I am so sorry Cuddles but I have to go. The nurses who are suppose to work right now got into an accident and Lumpy couldn't handle it all by himself at the hospital. I guess I need to start my shift early."

What a bummer. Her shift is supposed to begin five hours from now. Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool.

"Ah don't worry my love. I understand. Just call me when you need a backup."

"Oh Cuddles. The world will be a better place if critters are as understanding as you. See ya later then. I love you!"

She pecks me in my cheek and runs toward the location of a bus stop. I truly adore her. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I shout out my response.

"I love you more!"

She turns around and copies my volume.

"I love you more than anything!"

Oh Giggles, my love for you is so much that I'm willing to do anything for you...

I wave my hand at her as she runs away. I did not stop until she is out of my sight. I sighed and walks away. I guess I have to continue my mission early too.

Pushing the boulder away from a certain spot, I stoop to pull the hidden latch, opening the entry to a bunker.

Jumping down, I swiftly takes my bag full of supplies and a vacuum cleaner. I also wear the "job outfit" that I borrow from a certain friend that must not be named.

After climbing up the ladder carrying my props, I close the hatch and push the boulder back to its original place.

As I stroll towards the house of my next target, I found myself recounting the moments I accomplished my first goal. It was...exhilarating. The adrenaline I got is much more than the one I have while skydiving.

True, I felt remorse and a tiny bit of guilt after doing it but I'd be lying if I say I regret everything. In the end, watching how that pedobear mofo suffers from my own paws is satisfying, and that's all that matters.

Critters tends to underestimate me since I'm just a kid in their eyes. Yeah I admit that I'm immature most of the times, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing serious stuff. I watch enough movies and documentaries to say I know a thing or two with slaying rivals creatively.

It all starts with swaying the prey. Luring him is unsurprisingly not that hard. I just have to send him pictures and epic one liners on his inbox at that stupid dating app and boom! Charmed. He's willing to meet me at a specific, secluded place only me and him know. Never suspecting anything for a bit. He's like a really dumb fish who suddenly bites the bait despite a hook sticking through it!

As the fool arrived at my rented apartment room, he did not see the lover of the girl he always flirts with. Instead, he sees a purple female bunny wearing a cute outfit named Toodles who is infatuated with him. I let him in and offer snacks and tea, which he blindly accepts. As he eat, we talks just as the way we do in our chat.

I remember how he makes that disgusting face at me that he dubbed as his "fierce and flirty look" from time to time.

I am keeping myself from puking at the moment as he leans forward with that breath, asking me for a dance.

Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool. I did not become the best actor in drama club for nothing. I have to convince him that my character is so into him. So I did what I have to do in my script.

I pull him even closer, catching him off guard and making the pathetic asshole blush. This malicious pervert flipping blush! I can't even express my repulsion against this filthy degenerate.

"Maybe I would if you finish your tea~" I muttered in perfect, feminine tone.

Oh I just really smile as I saw that he finally ingested the damn fluid into his system. He, however, thinks it's because I fell in love with him. He drinks the whole cup in one go!

He was extending his hand out to me, about to say something, but found himself unable to do so. Or do anything else at all. His hand trembles before he collapses to the floor. I giggled as he flops like a fish. His mouth is gaping as he try so hard to breathe. He looks up at me with utter confusion in his eyes. Can't talk dirty now that you're paralyzed huh sicko?

"Nothing personal Disco. It's just that I heard that you're really messing around this town. You're pretty famous for being a headache for everyone. Now, let me tell you something. This is for harassing and killing every girl you encountered ~"

I grab the kettle and pour its boiling hot contents on his chest. Oh how euphoric it was to see him writhes in pain. The scent of his burnt flesh fills the room. I was grinning ear to ear as I watch in fascination how the tea spreads all over his fur.

"And this is for assaulting my brother's girlfriend, Giggles~"

I suddenly smashed the kettle on his crotch. He would be wailing in pain at the time if his throat isn't numb. All that came out in his mouth is pitiful gurgles as he pees on the floor. I move and stand besides his ugly face. My entire body is quivering in excitement and rage as I clutch on the shattered kettle tightly.

"And this is for killing her with a fucking kettle you ignorant pimp~"

And with that, I found myself bludgeoning the shittyhead over and over again with a kettle until he resembles a squashed tomato. I keep bashing on his shattered skull even after he stopped twitching. Finally, I stepped on his heart with my heels to satisfy my ears with that squelching flesh. Then, I went to the bathroom to shower the dye away. It takes me four hours to remove the fake color entirely off my fur. Of course, I did not leave without taking his wallet.

It's been three days since the incident and I haven't seen him around, which is a good sign. What I've done is super effective. I think after all that, he wouldn't bother Giggles anymore. Heck, I am confident enough to say that he wouldn't even dare to look at any girl ... hehehe ... look. Something that my next victim couldn't do. That makes everything easier.

I found myself on front of the house I seek. I casually walk towards the doorstep and press the doorbell.

Now I would have skip Mole over since the idiot mistaken Lumpy as Giggles on their blind date. That means, my motivation of killing him is not jealousy if that's what you're thinking. No. It's something deeper than that.

His obliviousness and idiocy is what ticks me off. He killed my precious girl by literally stealing her heart with a freaking stick. Then he just throws it in a filthy thrash bag like it was nothing. Oh how much I wanted to punch him square in the face when I see him pries the door open. But I didn't.

Sounding lanky and awkward, I announced my assumed identity.

"Randell of Happy Tree Cleaners, leaving your homes squeaky clean. Our company is very sorry since we couldn't send Petunia today. However, I am here to take her place. I hope you wouldn't mind, sir."

"Oh. Of course I wouldn't mind at all lad but I think you came pretty early."

Feigning confusion, I responded to him in a shameful tone (which I applaud myself for such a convincing performance).

"Oh I truly am sorry sir. I'm still new to the job and kinda not listening to my superior when she's passing the information over the phone..."

"Ah a newbie. No, don't worry at all. I actually admire you! Working so hard, always ready to face the task at hand as immediately as possible. You're also modest. You remind me of myself back in my younger days..."

Then a long time was wasted for his flashback that I could not see. I really hate delays but I'm not rushing so I let him do his thing.

"Oh silly me. What am I thinking letting you stand outside for so long! Come, enter my humble abode young one."

I thanked him as I went inside. The contents of my shoulder bag clatters against each other for every move I make.

As he leads me to the room he thought I'd bother to clean, I am appreciating the edginess of the vacuum's flexible hose that I'm holding. I am very proud to say I assembled it myself. I have tried it on cows and boy the precision of the cut was just fascinating. I left a clean hole through the chest of the dumb animal.

My eyes are locked on his back as he talks about taking pictures of a case that an evil mouse wanted or something like that. His keys are jiggling as he unlocked the door to his kitchen. He turns around to face me.

"-anyways, here we are in the kitchen, Early Randell. You may begin your "germ extermination," as Petunia put it."

"Oh, only she could do that sir. I have a different method and it's called "trash assassination."

"Really? Sorry to break it to you son, but I believe there's no such thing that's present in this room. There is just dust and dirty dishes."

"Excuse my language sir, but I could see one standing out in the middle of the room."

"Oh my, that must be the apple that I lost a while ago. Could you please take it out?"

"It's my pleasure to do so. After all..."

In a second, I thrusts the vacuum hose on his chest. It delights me how its end easily punctures through his clothes then his flesh. The idiot didn't react at first and only notice what I'm doing when I successfully take his heart out.

"The only thrash I see in this room is you. P.S. I know what you've done to Giggles. I'll come back if you repeat it again..."

He actually tries to escape but oh its just too late.

Resistance is futile after all, no matter how much you struggle old guy.

A few seconds pass before his body finally went limp. I smile as I let go of the vacuum hose.

Whistling the theme song of this town, I grab his filthy organ off of my vacuum. I take a moment to observe how it weakly pulses on my grasp. I find it fascinating that this thing is still beating despite its raptured state.

Then I pick the note I left from and continued whistling. I dump his heart into the thrash bag filled with decomposing materials and feces. If you're wondering where the heck it came from, its hidden inside the vacuum.

Of course I didn't want his heart to rot alone so I let his body join in. It's hilarious that his body would regenerate in there. Imagine respawning covered with shit.

I take out something out of my shoulder bag. Opening his fridge, I start lacing his food with cyanide. The medicines in his cupboard also get the same treatment. A sprinkle for this, a bunch on that and I'm done.

An hour was spent of taking care of the evidence. Cleaning is boring and tiresome but I have to do it. After disassembling the vacuum, disposing my outfit, sanitizing the floor and taking a bath, I went out of the house. I casually dump the garbages in the bin and then I take my leave. Two down, few more to go.

Up next is Flippy. He may seem to be an invincible rival but everyone have Achilles's heel – and I'm about to strike it. Wait, I'm not literally saying my target is the tendon at the back of his foot. The point is I know his weakness and its pathetic.

Currently, I am on my way to the psycho's location. My ears are flattened on the side of my head because of the hood of the black robe I'm wearing. My smiling skull mask is partially obscuring my sight. I am holding a blowgun disguised as a trumpet.

Anyway, for those who don't know what the flipping pants a blowgun is, it's a long narrow tube that shoots out an arrow or dart when someone breathes into it quickly and forcefully. Its content is not a dart though. It's peanuts.

Leaping few minutes forward, I am waiting at the entrance of an alleyway. My clothing blends well in the darkness. Flippy is visiting his psychotherapist and any minute now, he would leave the building and take the path in front of me.

Flippy... he is once my bro. He used to be the man I looked up on since he is serving the military from the age of 15. I thought he was cool but what he have done states he is far from that. We accepted him in our town and boy do I cursed the day that we did.

Turns out he gains an alter ego from the war who is a sadistic, bloodthirsty demon. Giggles and I have suffered hell from his paws. Now, it's payback time.

My thoughts were silenced by a voice whose source I'm too familiar with. As he walks into the desired spot, I blow the trumpet the hardest I possibly could. He screams, obviously surprised. Wasting no time, I push a certain button which allows air to pass through the blowgun. I watch a couple of peanuts shoots straight into his throat at bullet speed. All of this happened in just two seconds.

It seems that he didn't notice what just enter his mouth since he is busy catching up his breath. He looks stupid with his pupils dilated in fear. I toss the trumpet on the ground and run into the alleyway. He follows me, trying to match my speed. Amusingly, his body did not react instantly as I expected. Maybe it's because the number is fewer than the ones he ingested at the party.

"Darn it kid, why did you-"

It's not too long before he falls because of the tripwire I set up earlier. As I hear a dull thud, I turned around and smile.

He is groaning as his lips inflate. Multiple zits appeared on his face. His allergy reaction has rendered him immobile. I take out a knife from my shoulder bag, making sure he didn't see it.

His paws are trembling as he tried to stand. I am towering besides him when his limbs puffs up like a balloon.

"Something's wrong?"

Listening to his whimpers, I could tell how much he is suffering as his body painfully swells. I smirk as I kicked his ass hard, making him squeak in pain.

"You know you deserve it, Flip. If you can't handle the consequences, then you shouldn't have done these..."

As I said that last word, I throw photographs down for him to see. He knows he's to blame for all the mangled corpses in it. In the middle of it all is Giggles with a rose puncturing through her head.

I am overjoyed when I hear him cry. Oh the taste of victory is truly sweet. As time passes, he looks like a balloon animal more than anything. His arms give up since it couldn't support his weight anymore.

He mumbles something that resembles to an apology, which is empty since I've heard him say it countless times.

"You could only pay for your sins with death."

Desperate to live, he tries to drag himself forward, hoping he could move away from me. It's amusing that such an indestructible beast lives inside this wimp. We both know that those stubby fingers never help him in this situation in any way. It only makes him more pathetic.

I then dug my dull knife into his back and watch as his skin bursts. His body contorted as unimaginable pain washed over his body.

"What? You say you want more?"

I poked his shoulder with the tip of my blade and it explodes. The walls are painted by its disgusting contents. It's like I'm playing with a living bubble wrap.

"You like pain right? Don't you enjoy this? Huh? Huh!?"

I found myself caught in a frenzied mood of hacking and slashing. His body is constantly receiving new, multiple wounds. His ugly face is squeezed against the asphalt road. His head is twitching every time I plunge my weapon into his body.

For the final act, I hit the top of his head and zip his skull open, splitting his brain apart.

Panting heavily, I laugh. I've done it! I've defeated the unstoppable force. I stand to observe my work.

I turned around and meet the eyes of a preschooler dropping his lollipop. I could tell that he was about to take my trumpet when he saw something in the darkness moves. I guess my robe is really black. Imagine a floating skull smiling down at you.

He backs away as he saw the blood dripping from my gloves. I wave hi to him and he runs away. Yep, I just scarred a child's life forever. I have a pretty good feeling that he's gonna have nightmares about a skeleton and a trumpet tonight.

Welp, time to dispose this body. Good thing there's an incinerator conveniently placed at the end of this passage.

Dragging Flippy by his foot, I hum the coffin meme tune to myself. He's not that heavy anymore since chunks of his flesh pops like a bubble earlier. Scrapes form on his skin as I pull him.

With a heave and a ho, to the furnace he go. Don't forget the knife and the costume~

I just finished disposing my stuffs when my phone plays that special ringtone. Picking it up from the shoulder bag, I greet my precious Red Ribbon.

"Heya Giggles~ How are you?"

My expression shifts from bright to grim when I hear her weakly whispers that one word.

"Help…"

This was followed by a thunderous crash and a white noise. My heart sank deep into my guts. Running out, I only have one thing in mind – save her before it's too late.

I'm not really paying attention so I collided with someone riding a bike. As my butt hits the ground, I groan.

"Gah! What are you thinking running into me like that- Cuddles?"

Looking up, it's my best friend, Toothy. As he help me stand up, I quickly steal his ride.

"What in the-"

"Sorry Toots! Emergency, I'll return it later."

Huffing and puffing, I pedal like my life depends on it. Cars are beeping as I zoom by them. I've taken sharp turns and gave heart attacks to crossing pedestrians. I didn't even bother to stop when the traffic light is red. The only thing I care about right now is to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

Smoke is rising from the horizon. It didn't take long before the building came into my view. My heart skips a beat as I see its remnants. My blood runs cold as a thought of her crushed body appears in my head.

I am preventing the tears that is burning my eyes to fall. I hop off the bicycle and run closer. I keep telling myself that I'm not yet late.

Broken glasses are scattered around. Shattered walls are laying against each other. I found an opening and force myself to fit through it. As I successfully did, I start searching for any sign of her.

I am frantically shaking the doorknobs when I heard her voice screaming for help. It sounds faint, which means she's far from were I'm at, but at least I know her direction.

I crawl under a fallen pillar then run to a door I haven't check. As I press my head against it, I hear her whimpering. I started to charge myself against it, my new attempts stronger than the last one.

Hang in there, Giggles...

Out of nowhere, something crash which makes the earth trembles. I press my ears against the door again. She's not making any sound anymore.

This prompts me to try harder. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I imagined the worst possible scenario. The door slammed open with the force I've applied. I can't help but stumble forward a little bit after that. There she was, six feet from where I am. I could not believe my eyes for what I'm currently seeing.

The Golden Idol is laying on the floor, crushed into dust. The crying face of my love is kissing the guy I assume is responsible for the damage of the cursed figure. A sun ray, originating from a huge hole at the ceiling, illuminates the spot where the two are standing. Her hands are around his shoulder. Giggles withdraw and mouthed the words "Thank You" to Splendid.

My whole body is trembling in rage. When did we kissed like that? Oh right! When we're fucking dead. I clutch something from my shoulder bag. I coughed loudly, announcing my presence.

The two turn to my direction. She gasp. She's saying words but I could not understand them. A plain smile is painted on my face as I quickly walks towards them. I brush pass the girl who turns me crazy in love.

Splendid chuckles and spreads his arms, expecting a hug. That's exactly what I give him...with an extra stab on his chest with my kryptonut dagger.

He's lucky because I'm not gonna do what I have in mind for him. He kneels and screams as his body quickly degrades. I snap to Giggles with a huge smile on my face...

The grasses sway with the wind. The view of the sunset in this spot is truly romantic. I sigh as I look into her eyes.

"I'm so glad that you could understand me, Giggles. I've only done all of that because of you. Now, nobody would ever bother you and we can stay like this forever~"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I adore her cute face.

"I know you didn't expect me to forgive you after what you've done. That's just how much I love you. I will do anything and everything just to make you smile."

I touch the spot at the end of her lips and help her to smile. After all, she couldn't done that all by herself in this state. I smiled as I remember what she said to me this morning.

"Aren't you glad to have a boyfriend like me?"

♥~♥~♥~♥~♥

Since I turned Cuddles into a killer, does this story counts as a creepypasta?

Writing this is a doozy so I hope you like it the same way that I make it. Write your thoughts down the comments!

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Akil Laghari

Avan Jogia

Alias(es) : Akil, Babe, Pluto (Online)

Place of Birth : Seattle, Washington

Eye & Hair Color : Amber | Brown

Height & Weight : 6' | 175lbs

Sex & Gender : Male And Identifies As Such

Orientation : Pansexual

Marital Status : In A Relationship

Personality

A Lion-Hearted Fool

Akil is quick to flash a smile, laugh at a dumb joke. He is know for having a very thoughtful gaze, he thinks about so many things in a day he can never recount his own musings by the end of the day because he can't remember most of them. He has a calming temperament, can be seen as welcoming personality by the way he can just sit and listen for hours without saying nothing at all. He can retain little details about someone, even if they only mention it once in passing. Picks out the best birthday gifts and alcohols for parties. Can pick out good outfits for his girl if she doesn't feel like doing it. The simple little stuff. But there is so much more in his head.

Everyday things can seem sacred to him, like listening to music or hearing the voice of someone he cares about. Not only does he get to appreciate the sound the music makes, but also the color the sound has. A single song can paint a masterpiece due to a neurological gift called synesthesia where sounds translate to colors before his eyes. Someone's voice can be like their own special aura due to the color he'll see. He loves this gift. His mind is a gift, he can sit and study something in his hands and be able to draw an entire diagram of how it works by simply looking at it for a few minutes. He is a technical whiz. But with all this, it is almost as if he is getting punished for the gifts he has. He has been plagued by migranes since he was a child, his ears become more sensitive and sounds that once held such a beautiful hue become more painful than euphoric. He can become overstimulated by his surroundings easy. And unfortunately, on top of it all, he has Depersonalization Disorder, which causes him to step out and away from the beauty he enjoys around him so much. It's a lot like torture, luckily he has someone who pulls him back to the ground.

Due to years of abuse for their appearance and religion, Akil's parents taught him a certain disregard for authority. Trust his instincts, don't let someone control him, don't let any man tell him he isn't good because of his heritage. And when his parents were killed because of a hate crime, it sent him into a spiral. He grew a hatred inside him for the government, or so the people he solely blamed for his parents' abuse, he became frightened and angered at the government. Due to another outside source (Micha) whispering into his ear, he believes a complete dismantle is in order and that the way to do it, is online. Where the money and secrets and violence is all tucked away and kept secret. He had always been good at computers, and had hacked his way through more than one government facility, he had the power at his fingertips to cause a fresh start. From the ashes would rise something better... Right?

Where it all comes back is that the two most important people in his life are complete opposites. Alexis is his calm, his peace, and his home, while Micha is his war, his hate, and his fear. He is in a constant struggle with Micha about 'the proper way', but what is the proper way? He didn't know. He doesn't know. And with so much happening all at once for the young twenty something, he finds himself constantly lost.

Employment : Store Manager At A Coffee Shop

Pretty standard things. Make coffee, make sure the bills get paid for the shop, make sure payroll gets done. He likes the job for the simplicity of it, but also because it helps keeps his mind preoccupied with minimal tasks.

Criminal Specialty

Blackmail | Extortion | Hacking | Cyber Terrorism

The use of computers can be a dangerous thing when you find someone able to make 1s and 0s into dollar signs. Going by the name Pluto, Akil has made some big moves with his partner in crime, Jupiter. Give him a keyboard and he can hold the world at his fingertips.

Skills & Abilities

Proud, Not Cocky | He has a way about him that tells of a subtle confidence, a relaxed sense of purpose. He doesn't need to shine brighter than others, but can somehow still pull eyes to him. This is from knowing that the one person in his life loves the way he looks, so why care about anyone else's opinion. He holds himself tall in every situation, even if he hurts in a way.

Technologically Inclined | He can fix most phones, computers, tablets, company coding, and any other IT type issues. He has a way about wires and circuits. These types of subjects are like his art.

Emotionally Available | He just cares. He just really cares. He listens, he tries to understand, he's open. He wants to learn about the worries of others and see if there's anything he can do to fix them. With this is a sense of loyalty to those who open up to him, and those who stick around him.

Genius Level Intellect - IQ 142 | Synesthesia - Chromesthesia | Fluent in English, Hindi, and Arabic

Able to defend himself in a fight if necessary | More into brawling than a gunfight.

Disabilities & Disorders

Can Be Manipulated Easily | Someone figures how to pull at his heart strings, they can end up learning how to play him like a fiddle. He falls into these traps of wanting to help others and in turn can get hurt by it.

Alexis | His love, his life. While she is his greatest inspiration, she can be seen as his biggest weakness because if anything were to happen to her, he probably lose his mind

Chronic Migranes - Has had them since childhood | Depersonalization Disorder - Can sometimes detach from situations and disassociate due to stress. He can often feel like his experiences are that of someone else's. Has suffered from this since childhood | Loud sounds and music can sometimes cause overstimulation which lead to a disconnect.

Anarchy | Distrust of Political Figures | For Akil, he thinks the root of most evils in government policies and figureheads. He has a distinct disgust, hatred, and fear for government officials. It doesn't matter if they've proven their worth, if you give him a laptop and time, he will find a reason not to trust them. It's in his nature not to put faith in the system.

Pluto | His online persona. He dislikes that he has to hide his face behind a mutated and disgusting version of himself to get a point across. He dislikes that fear is the only tactic to make people listen.

Known History

Crime

A Suspiciously Clean Criminal Record

Gang Initiation : Was truly and honestly looking for a place he could do good as well as a way to support him and his girl. He needed the safety net and income, so there he stood ready to take on any task he was told to do.

Known Affiliations

Parents

Rohan Laghari - Father [Deceased]

Pari Laghari - Mother [Deceased]

Cousins

Teo Laghari - Lives in Seattle, Washington

Dera Laghari - Lives in Seattle, Wasington

Friends

Alexis Stanford - Girlfriend [Tiger] - Sofie

Micha Detra - Best Friend [Wolf]

Affiliation | Tiger