#she is the member I trust the most when it comes to her own music

[magicshopaholic]

The fact that Rosé’s new single sounds so so so much like That’s Not My Name by The Tings Tings is making the middle schooler in me so nostalgic :’)

[interdimensionalpancakes]

the main reasons why i ship coai

to me, coai/ shinshi is just the healthier ship, filled with trust, understanding, and mutual interests. it's also the one ship i can see lasting long term in the real world.

they are partners/ solve cases together: Ai likes when he rambles his deductions calling him a "sparrow" (file 713 & 714) and she isn't afraid to ask him for clarification if his explanations get too convoluted. He doesn't really need to help her understand the case, she can figure it out on her own most of the time (file 466-469, 656 [he smiled when he was listening to her deduction]) nor does she give up before she puts any effort into solving the problem first (file 548, 713). She actively contributes to his deductions and he always asks her if she has any ideas (file 287, 525, 664, 729). he can depend on her to stay calm under investigations (file 729, 870) and come up with plans to protect/ help the DB if conan can't be there (file 549, 817). she shares his same investigative curiousity and isn't a bystander, sharing her biochemist background to help shinichi's deductions (file 1098).

they help each other's overcome their weaknesses/ fears: her trust-issues & self-blaming tendencies (file 189-191, 344-346), his impatience & impulsivity (file 429, 475). they put each other at ease when it comes to being paranoid about BO members in public (file 287, 289, 359, 624, 680, 741 [he asked if she wanted to sleep over at the detective agency??], 775, 1006). As for the lies regarding the BO between the two, shinichi said it best in file 341: "[Haibara's] not as tough as she looks." They protect each other because if haibara tells conan about the BO he'll be impulsive/ wanting to attack them immeadiately and if conan tells haibara BO stuff before he resolved it, her trust issues would go on overdrive. Though it should be noted that haibara eavesdropped on some things, so she understands that conan's hiding things from her, by nature that she's the BO "traitor" she's hiding things from shinichi too.

they accept each other imperfections: they tease each other about being adults in a kid's body (file 515-517,724), shiho's age, his lack of tact, his tone-deafnesses, his relationship with ran, her fangirling higo, her aloofness/ sarcasm (file 680), etc. they can get angry with each other and they always apologize, while maintaining a healthy competitive relationship. she loves being able to challenge him intellectually such as telling him to guess her favorite song and the code in file 491, while he's always up for the challenge (file 200) since she knows that shinichi likes puzzles.

he always notices and likes when she smiles (file 275, 292).

shinichi is protective of her and she's protective of him (file 238- 242, 346, 429, 582, 624, 681, 824, 1070) but not in a possesive way & he doesn't need to be told to do so, it's automatic at this point. he promised to always protect her and he kept it.

shinichi always knows when shiho looks like she's going to run away. he always hopes that she doesn't but he always runs after her anyways just to make sure (file 289, 346, 437, 817).

he defends her family when other people make negative comments about them (file 425, 1072).

they share interests other than the BO (soccer, pop culture, animals, music, history, etc.) but they're individuals first.

their relationship has boundaries: haibara respects shinichi's feelings for ran / navigates her jealousy rather gracefully (file 313, 999,1000). conan doesn't probe further about her past with gin when she doesn't want to answer (file 242). they keep each other in check (file 242, 515, 1091). they never force each other to reveal secrets they're not ready to share (file 341) and she can tell when he's suppressing his emotions/ concerns (file 609).

they rescue each other even though they can rescue themselves without each other (file 755,817). she can guess where he'll be/ gives him a spare antidote (file 654) and he always has a plan to get her to safety (file 429, 824). haibara can predict conan's behavior and vice versa (file 289, 430).

side note: it's canon that ran ships coai (file 876), which is hilarious because ai ships shinran (mainly out of denial/ love bc she wants shinichi to be happy/ ran looks like her sister so she wants her to be happy, but this is a whole seperate discussion). also the DB always noticed a vibe between coai, especially ayumi and Mitsuhiko.

for those interested, there's a parallel to shinran: in file 887, haibara ai guessed conan's phone passcode correctly on the first try. whereas it took ran in file 483 multiple tries just to get it correctly. in non-canon movie 16th, conan saw ran's underwear and said 'white' out loud, in canon file 714, he saw haibara's underwear and also said 'white' out loud and he got defensive when she called him a pervert.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I've seen you do Haitani brothers with a older sister hcs but have you done a younger one? If not, can we have some Haitani brothers with a little sister has in the Bonten Timeline? Ty!

Like their sister not being in bonten but kinda around? Here's what I think that would be like! (Also I was imagining her to be around 3 years younger then Rindou)

She hangs about bonten owned spaces a lot since her brother's think it's the safest place for her (and so they can keep an eye on her).

They're very overprotective of their baby sister, especially considering the kind of world they live in (Ran is a bit more overprotective then Rindou).

Their sister actually has been targeted in the past but all those people who dared to mess with her were swiftly .....taken care of.

For the most part the Haitani's trust the other members of bonten with their sister but they still have their moments. 

Every expense their sister needs is taken care of by them.

If their sister is interested in working then they'll get her a job in bonten, most likely some kind of job around Koko since he works in a safe office most of the time.

Rindou likes to take her out to clubs sometimes and show her different music venues

They hint that it would be cool if she had some purple in her hair too, so all of them could match.

Ran scedules their hair appointments on the same days so they can go together.

Both brother's like to play with Kakucho and Koko a lot when it comes to their sister. They'll go from talking normally to them to suddenly sweetly threatening them if they try to make a move on her. No one can actually tell if they're being serious or joking.

She is taught how to fire a gun/ how to protect herself in some other way just in case.

They always text their sister after finishing a more risky job because they know she worries about their safety.

She has strict instructions to stay away from Mikey and Sanzu

Sanzu consistently breaks these rules (most likely to mess with the brother's for not following his orders properly)

She has also had a few run ins with Mikey, all have been pleasant enough but it makes her brother's uneasy.

And finally, although the three of them argue sometimes (especially if one of them ends up in danger) they all try to look out for each other the best they can.

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[noarawriteszr]

irene only listening to reader and being teased by it by other members by how she babies you and listens to your every command

hey hey, this was such a exciting request nonny!!

and this is my first ever request for red velvet which it's pretty nerve-wracking cause I really wanted to do a great job and I tried my best >-<

I hope you like it<3

🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི

The Only Exception

Irene x reader

The most anticipated day of the month arrived, luckily it was the girls' day off and you soon got ready to meet them at Seulgi's house, that was where the meetings normally took place and get quality time with your girlfriend and friends.

Obviously you couldn't go empty-handed, so on the way you stopped by a coffee shop and bought some drinks and appetizers that you knew that each one liked.

Humming a song or two that was in your head and before you knew it you were already in front of the building where Seulgi lived. Her excitement couldn't control, the building's security guard l As soon as he saw you, he smiled and told you that all the girls were already in the apartment, awaiting your arrival.

"Good afternoon Y/N! How are you doing? The girls are already in the house, remind them to keep the music lower please"

Poor man everytime the meeting happens he always had to reminds us to lower down our music and... voices. You keep feeling guilty but there's no much you can do if your friends and specially your girlfriend laughs like she's using a microphone. Although everytime you agree and laugh slightly saying that you will try.

Once the short interaction is over you take the elevator, the stairs weren't a bad idea either but considering you're carrying food and have a reputation for being clumsy... it's clear that the best decision it's not trust the fate.

In less than 5 minutes, arriving at the floor well known to you and from afar already listening to low music and when approaching the correct door you can distinguish that it was Yeri who was in control of the music at the time because the song that was playing is Ariana Grande's new song. That girl could listen to Ariana Grande for hours without stopping, that should count as talent. You shake your head at your own thoughts and open the door that was unlocked, being greeted with nicknames and shouts from your friends, you couldn't contain your smile and after greeting Seungwan, Seulgi, Yerim and Sooyoung in the living room you went towards the kitchen and there it was your beautiful girlfriend fixing sandwiches for everyone. Your heart definitely melts every time you see her being so domestic like that, it gives you a feeling of the future and imagining that every day you will have this view. Leaving the bags on the table, you approach and hug Joohyun from behind, instantly feeling her jump a little in fright and laugh at the scene.

"You should stop doing this, you nearly gave me a heart attack"

She lectures you lovingly, it's not like you're going to follow through and take it seriously when she wraps her arms around yours and puts her head back relaxing on your shoulder while you distribute kisses down her neck. Too soon for your liking she decides you've given her neck enough love and turns to give you a light peck on the mouth, smiling against yours when you pull her in for a real kiss.

"I missed you, my love" - Irene mumbles in your mouth between the kisses and you nod agreeing with her but before you go back for another one, you two got interrupt by a Sooyoung pretending to throw up at you two.

"Ugh, these two are being disgusting cute again! you guys saw each other yesterday, how come you still miss each other?"

"It's call "Love", Sooyoung"

Irene teases the young girl who immediately looks offended.

"Hey!!"

Irene stuck her tongue out at the youngest girl until she realizes that you're looking at her like a mother disapproving her son's attitude and stops in shame.

"She started first, babe!!" - Not the type to lose a discussion, she tries to explain her point but you crossed your arms told her that Sooyoung was younger so she shouldn't tease her.

"See? Y/N gets me" - Now it's Joy turns to laugh at Joohyun face because you damn right she was pouting when you told her she was in the wrong side.

"Not fair, I'm the oldest and not even my girlfriend protects me.."

Of course she would make a little drama for you to pick her side and Sooyoung goes back to the living room while jokingly rolling her eyes at the sight.

"Babe I do protect you but you know that trying to prove your point with Sooyoung it's quite like a impossible mission."

She still pouts and demands you to hug her as a apologize to not taking her side.

"Now now lovebirds, are you still coming to do a karaoke night or you will stay there in the kitchen hugging each other like in a cliche movie?" - Seungwan's voice so loud that you sure the entire floor heard her, and here you was thinking that today was going to be without shouting and screaming. Boy, how was that wrong.

"We're coming, okay?? I will make popcorn and then I'm coming" - You replied to her and turned to make popcorn but was stopped by Irene's hand on yours.

"I will do it, love.. Tell them that soon I will bring all the food and tell Seulgi to come here because how come there's no water in this house and only wine?"

You could only laugh at the last statement and go to the living room and finding all of them laying on Seulgi's white couch and talking.

"Took you long enough, if you didn't come sooner I would kick Kim Yerim out of choosing the song, no one can stand the same song anymore." - Of course the bicking would continue between Seungwan and Yeri while you took the place next to Seulgi.

"Where's Joohyun Unnie?"

"Oh I wanted popcorn and she told me she was going to do it so in a few minutes she will come."

For a second you thought that you said something wrong cause Sooyoung stopped dead track in choosing her song to yell at Joohyun.

"Unnie, how come you do popcorn to Y/N and not to me when I asked you to? This is unfair, you are privileging her!! When I asked for you, you told me to do it myself!" - Sooyoung jokingly pouts and complains about the treatment while you and Seulgi laugh at her whining.

"I don't even know why you still complain when everybody knows that Unnie baby treat Y/N nonstop " - Seulgi justifies the "privilege" just when Irene was bringing the food, soon after leaving the food on the table in front of the couch she lightly pushes Seulgi and Sooyoung and explains:

"She asks nicely different from you two"

"And the way "nicely" is giving you a kiss, Unnie" - Seungwan responds and Joohyun looks at her in disbelief.

"Even you, Wendy?"

"It's not wrong tho, Y/N have you wrapped around her finger." - Yeri also enter in the convo and in a matter of seconds it's 4 against 1 and successfully makes both you and Irene blush at their statement.

"Aww look at Unnie, she's soft for Y/N"

"Damn Unnie, she got you real bad"

"I thought it was impossible to make Irene Unnie turn into a blushing mess but with one word of Y/N and it's automatic. Seems like Y/N is a exception after all."

If Irene could get any red she would but truth to be told she was already looking like a tomato.

"Shut up!!"

"No way!!"

"Yes way!!"

Of course, within a matter of seconds, Yeri and Irene began to playfully argue, which seemed more like a competition of who could scream the loudest.

"Oh no, I'm going to have to pay a fine for the noise again.." - You could only hear Seulgi's sad voice next to you which made you laugh harder.

Even though Irene was a little irritated and flustered by her friends' jokes she couldn't disagree, you're the only exception.

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Linger

Sirius Black x rockstar! f!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, rough sex, like pretty rough guys he bites you till you bleed, underage drinking, underage smoking, a lot of smoking tbh, drunkish sex, kinda has a plot so yeah lmk if i missed anything

summary: you and your band mates decide to go out to a pub, where you end up meeting the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen.

word count: 4.2k

a/n: guys i’m so bad at these summaries holy. this is probably my favorite fic i’ve written. the flirting and the tension like omg. trust me. also, let’s pretend The Runaways are british and let’s pretend everything id accurate hahaha. enjoy ;)

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“Do you think we’ll be recognized tonight?”

You turn to your bandmate, Joan, and shrug. “It’s fifty-fifty.”

“What pub are we going to again?” She asks.

“The one where they let underage people in, of course, you’re still the only one who’s twenty-one in the band you know,” you reply.

The other two members of your band, Sandy and Lita, are ahead of you, engulfed in their own conversation. You slide your hands into the pockets of your jacket and try to keep up. You’ve been in the band for a few months as the new lead singer. Their old one left to start her own band, claiming it to be more successful. Yet your band is the one that’s gotten sold-out shows, interviews on television, and pictures in magazines. Sometimes you like to think it was fate that she left, and you just so happened to be in town the night they were holding auditions. The fans surely enjoy your voice more, they make you out to be the leader even though you’re only seventeen and the newest member. You don’t mind though, and neither do your bandmates.

It’s almost ten when you arrive at the pub and thankfully no one has recognized you yet, or they have and simply haven’t said anything. There’s no one at the door to check IDs just like Sandy had said. The four of you enter fast and find a table. The music is loud, the lights are low, and people are dancing all over. You like it, a lot.

“Drinks?” Lita questions a few seconds after you sit.

“You know it!” Joan replies.

“I’ll be right back then.”

Sandy takes out a pack of cigarettes. “Care for one?”

“Obviously,” you answer, holding your hand out. She hands you one, you’re quick to light it and stick it between your lips, inhaling a deep breath of smoke. “How come the police haven’t found this place?”

Joan rolls her eyes. “They have.”

“And? Why don’t they shut it down?”

“They have people who come here, of course, sons, daughters, you know that sort of thing. It may be illegal but it’s trustworthy,” she explains. “Why do you care anyway?”

You shrug. “Just curious I suppose.”

Lita arrives back at the table, four glasses held in her arms. You take yours fast, eager to taste whatever liquor she got for you. It’s bitter, with a hint of sweetness in it. Based on the color as well, your guess is some sort of vodka mix. You drink it despite the awful aftertaste it leaves in your mouth. The cigarette between your fingers helps a bit. The four of you talk for a while and enjoy the peace of having no fans around.

“You should go to the bar y/n,” Lita says after some time. “Or well it might be too late now, but when I was there, I saw a boy your age, remarkably handsome.”

Sandy laughs. “You’re trying to send her home with someone already?”

Lita nudges the other girl with her shoulder. “No, I’m only trying to get some new song material.”

“We’ll see if there’s any potential,” you say, taking the last sip of your drink and getting up. You brush down your hair. “Do I look alright?”

“You’re always beautiful,” Joan answers, letting out a cloud of smoke.

“Wish me luck.” You chuckle before heading to the bar.

With every step you take, you feel eyes on you. Most belong to older men who shouldn’t even be paying you any mind. You’re used to the feeling of being watched, with all the fans and paparazzi that corner you before and after gigs. So, you move through the pub without a second thought about it.

In the back of your head, you curse yourself for not asking Lita what the guy looks like. For a moment you question how you’re supposed to find him, but then your curious eyes find one guy who stands out. He’s leaning on the wall, a glass in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. Based on his face, you figure he can’t be more than nineteen. And oh, how right Lita was. His hair is dark and long, almost reaching his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple white tee shirt and baggy jeans. Despite the distance, you swear you can make out a sliver of a tattoo on his shoulder. He’s gorgeous, almost too gorgeous.

You approach him carefully, thinking of different opening lines in your head. Would it be wrong to use your fame to get him to take you home? Probably. But you’ve seen Joan do it plenty of times. She always says it’s simply a tool and that you should use it to your advantage. You’ve never done it though. Perhaps it’s your little amount of consciousness that remains that tells you it’s wrong. You don’t know and the alcohol in your system doesn’t help. So, when you reach him, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Hi.”

He looks at you, the cigarette dangling between his lips. “Hello.”

“How old are you?” You ask, immediately feeling stupid for such a question.

“What are you a cop?” He chuckles.

You feel your cheeks heat up. “No uh... sorry.”

“It’s fine love, just not a very good pick-up line,” he replies. He takes his cigarette out, his eyes locked on yours. “Especially since you look like you’re sixteen.”

“Seventeen actually.” You correct him.

“Ah, well there’s something we share then.”

Something about the way he’s looking at you comforts you. There’s no recognition in his eyes at all. You can tell. To him, you are just another girl. Not the lead singer of The Runaways. Just a simple girl.

“You can try again if you’d like,” he says. You look at him, confused. “Try another pick-up line.”

You gently smile and think for a few seconds. Nothing better comes to mind.

“Come here often?”

He laughs. “Somehow I think that was worse than the first one.”

“Sorry. Usually, I’m better at this sort of thing,” you reply. You put your hands back in your pockets, suddenly feeling very hot with embarrassment.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute.”

There’s a moment of silence. He takes a sip of his drink; you stare at his hand. The way it looks wrapped around the glass makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You hate how much you want him to take you home. You don’t even know his name. But he’s handsome, so much so it makes you unable to think straight. You need to know more.

“Are you from around here?”

He nods. “Born and raised in London. You?”

For a split second you wonder, if he’s from London how come he doesn’t know who you are? Sure, your band isn’t on the same level of success as Queen or ACDC but you’re also not underground. You push the thought away.

“Originally from Westchester but now I’m here in London for... work,” you answer.

“Work? I thought you were seventeen.”

“Yes but, eighteen next month. I already finished school.”

He takes another drag of his cigarette. “Wish I could say the same, I still have another year left. Though, I rather enjoy school, gets me away from my dear parents.”

“Oh, where do you go?”

You notice the way he shifts his posture. “Out of the country, you wouldn’t know of it.”

“Like a boarding school?”

“I suppose you could say that.”

You look around the pub, a slight feeling of awkwardness blooming within you. You don’t know why you’re so nervous. You’ve done this before. You decide to blame it on the cheap vodka because really, you’re better than this.

“So, what’s your name then?” You ask after a few more minutes.

“Does it really matter?” He replies, catching you a bit off guard. He flicks the ash off his cigarette, his dark eyes on yours. “All of it’s the same.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t play dumb love, I know this isn’t your first time. I’m sure you’ve chatted up many other lads and had them take you home.” There’s something about the tone in which he speaks that has your knees almost wobble.

“Why would you think that?”

He sighs, leaning over to a small table discards his cigarette in an ashtray, and leaves his glass. When he leans back on the wall, now with both of his hands-free, he buries them in the pockets of his baggy jeans. He looks down at you with an expression that could send your morals far out of mind. You want him, terribly. And you think he knows this.

“Besides the fact that you said you’re usually better at this, you’re also possibly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he eventually answers.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “I highly doubt that, but nevertheless thanks for the compliment.”

“I mean it. Most girls I see still wear those long skirts and sweaters, but you, you’re dressed like you could pass as a rock star.”

Your face heats up once again. You know he’s right. With your leather jacket, flared jeans, high-heeled boots, and small tight top you know it’s clear what kind of person you are. Your makeup only adds to it, black smudged eyeliner and glitter on your eyes. It’s a toned-down version of what you wear on stage. He doesn’t need to know that though.

You give him a smile and shrug. “Rock is my favorite genre, what can I say? You sort of got that look too though, not quite as intense.”

“Not a gentleman?” He chuckles.

“No.” You laugh, shaking your head. “At least I hope not.”

“I see. You don’t fancy the good boys. Well fortunately for you, I’m a bit of a troublemaker. At least, that’s what my schoolmates and family say,” he mentions. “What’s wrong with the good boys anyway? They could treat you like a lady.”

“Too gentle, I’m not a fan of it,” you answer honestly.

He smirks, sending warmth straight to your core. “So is your intention to get me out of here and treat you... not gently?”

“My intention is simply to buy you another drink, maybe enjoy a dance or two. What happens at the end of the night is not particularly on my mind right now. I’m more focused on learning your name. Why? Is that what you’d fancy?” You counter, looking up at him through your long lashes.

It has the effect you hoped for because he stands up straight, his back finally off the wall. He offers his hand to you, and you take it softly in yours. It’s so much bigger, so much warmer. You try your hardest to kill all the thoughts of where else you’d like him to touch you with his hand.

“Sirius Black,” he introduces himself.

“Like the star?” You question without thinking.

“Yes, like the star. Now what’s your name.”

“Y/n y/l/n,” you say.

“Charmed. So, how about that drink?”

You smile. It’s going to be a good night, you know it.

The next few hours go by in a flash. You and Sirius drink more than you probably should and dance to the many different songs that play on the jut box. A few different times throughout the night you find the eyes of your bandmates, each of them giving you big smiles and thumbs up as they watch you with Sirius. At one point Joan makes a lewd hand gesture, and you barely get a chance to see Lita smack her. It’s past twelve when you find yourself outside the pub with Sirius sitting on a curb sharing a cigarette.

“I hate these bloody shoes,” you mumble as you dig your heel into the pavement. “They make my feet sore.”

“Then why do you wear them?” Sirius asks, amusement evident in his tone.

You exhale a long breath of smoke, passing the half-burnt cigarette back to him. “I dunno. Beauty is pain.”

“For some, but I’m sure even without those things you’re just as pretty. Actually, I would bet pounds on that being true,” he replies.

“I think I’m rather plain without all this. Would you think the same of me without my makeup and outfit?”

You watch him smirk. “I should think you look even prettier without all of that on. Especially the clothes.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies for the thousandth time tonight. Your shyness left hours ago when you took your first shot. So, instead of simply blushing and looking away, you stand and look down at him with your own smirk.

“Quite the charmer. How about you find come back to mine and find out for yourself?”

He takes one last drag of the cigarette before standing, flicking it to the pavement, and crushing it beneath his sneaker. You watch helplessly as he releases a cloud of smoke, his hand now held out to you.

“I’d quite like that. Lead the way.”

~~~

You don’t know how you keep your composure the whole way home, especially with Sirius’s hand handing yours the entire time. On the train, as you sit, your head on his shoulder, he rubs his thumb across your knuckles. It’s a gesture that makes you glad you aren’t standing because your legs feel like jelly. And on the walk up to your apartment, he lets go of your hand and instead places it on the small of your back. You almost fall down the stairs at the contact.

Once you’re inside you immediately take off your boots, leaving them somewhere by the front door. Your jacket follows, only it’s hung on one of your kitchen chairs. When you turn to look at Sirius you find his eyes wandering all over your apartment, examining the details you assume. His sneakers are off, his hands are in his pockets.

“You must have a special job, this place is wonderful,” he says.

“My mates help me with the money, it’s not all mine,” you reply. It’s true, they do help you earn money from performing. You step closer to him, your hands behind your back. “And it’s really not that big. One bedroom, one bathroom, and one very tiny living room combined with the kitchen. But it’s more than enough for me. Would you like the tour?”

“Of course, if the tour starts in your bedroom.”

You can’t help the blush that takes over your face. “Follow me.”

The walk is fast, with every step you feel your heart rate increase. You’ve done this a few times, but for some reason, this time feels different. Perhaps it’s because all the other guys can’t compare to Sirius’s beauty in the slightest. Or perhaps it’s because you already like him a bit more than you should for a one-nighter. You don’t know. And you don’t care to know because you’re about to reach your door.

You open the door fast, letting him in first, and closing it behind you. It’s dark, the only lights coming from outside your small window. You don’t reach for the lights though. Instead, you step closer to the boy, the sound of your breathing suddenly far too loud for your liking. His silhouette moves closer to you as well. It’s almost like there’s an invisible force pushing the two of you together, and you find yourself liking it.

He touches you first. One of his hands finds your waist, he guides you to him faster. Soon enough, you’re practically pressed against him. You can barely breathe from the proximity. You’ve never felt something this intense. You look up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Still want me to not be gentle?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you to ruin me,” you say, pressing one of your hands to his chest. You’re happy to find his heart is racing just like yours. “Don’t hold back.”

“Alright.”

Before you can even think of another thought, his lips are on yours. You kiss back instantaneously, your hand moving up into his hair. It’s soft, like you expected. He’s far from gentle with his kissing, and you’re glad. His lips move fast on yours, his teeth scraping your tongue. He bites down on your lip so hard you whimper, and the metallic taste of your blood clouds your senses.

Still, despite the pain, when he pulls back you almost whine from the loss of contact. But his hands move fast to pull your shirt up. You help him get it off, then move to his. Through the darkness, you can see the few tattoos he has on his chest and shoulder. They’re dark, they’re beautiful. You run your fingertips over them as he leans back down and connects your lips once again. You begin to guide the two of you towards your bed.

When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you allow yourself to fall back onto it. Sirius doesn’t follow you though. Instead, he stands between your legs at the foot of the bed and begins to undo the buttons of your jeans. You watch in awe, lifting your hips to help him drag them down your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties. You sit up, your eyes on him, as you start undoing his belt.

After his jeans are on the floor he pushes you back down on the mattress, climbing over you this time. You kiss him deeply, dragging one of your hands down his warm back, and weaving the other through his hair. That warmth deep inside you has grown, consuming you entirely. You can feel the wetness between your legs, surely staining your panties. You’ve never been so turned on by a guy in your life.

He suddenly parts your kiss, his lips beginning to move down your jaw and neck. You moan, throwing your head back to give him more access. When he bites down on you, so hard you can feel a stinging from it breaking skin, you pull at his hair, sounds of pleasure escaping your swollen lips.

Eventually, after leaving many hickeys and bite marks on your neck, he pulls back entirely and flips you over onto your stomach. You smirk against the mattress as you feel him unclip your bra. To help get it off, you lift yourself on your hands, and the straps quickly fall. You throw it off without even thinking about it. You’re about to turn back but Sirius presses a hand between your shoulder blades, silently telling you to stay as you are. You don’t hesitate to comply.

You feel him move and instinctively you lift your hips in the air. He places a kiss on your back, it almost makes you shiver. Then his hands are on your hips, pulling your last piece of clothing off. You normally would feel some sense of vulnerability at this point. Completely naked with your ass in the air. But the alcohol mixed with the utter need you have for Sirius takes control. You feel him shift.

“Do you have a rubber?” The sound of his voice makes you squeeze your legs together.

“Unless you have a disease, you don’t need one. I’m on birth control,” you answer, looking over your shoulder at him.

“No diseases I swear,” he says.

“Then proceed.”

You get up properly on all fours, the anticipation killing you. When he positions his tip at your entrance, you inhale sharply. He rubs his cock through your wet folds for a few seconds, brushing against your clit ever so slightly, before thrusting inside you in one quick, hard motion. You can’t help the moan that leaves you. He’s big, stretching you in a way that’s on the brink of being painful. It’s perfect.

He fucks you hard, very hard. Each thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your legs shake. At one point, your arms give out and your face presses against the mattress. Your hands twist in the sheets, your moans muffled by the bed. Sirius doesn’t like this. He twists one of his hands in your hair and pulls you up, the pain only adding to the building of your orgasm.

“Sirius,” you gasp. “Fuck Sirius.”

He’s relentless. He fucks you through your first orgasm, not faltering for even a second. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore, pulling out and flipping you onto your back. You scratch your nails down his back as he begins to fuck you in missionary, your lips on his.

You don’t know how long passes by the time he tells you he’s close. What you do know is that your second orgasm is not far either. With tears in your eyes, you let him switch positions once again, this time you’re on top of him. Your muscles are weak and sore, but that doesn’t stop you from riding him as well as you can. Sweat covers your body, and incoherent words drip off your lips. You can barely take it anymore.

“I-I’m almost there,” you mumble.

“Me too love,” Sirius replies, his breath ragged. “Finish us both off.”

You struggle to hold yourself up, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, just a few more minutes,” he assures you, running one of his hands through your hair.

Much to his word, in a few minutes, he finishes. Hard. He moans your name in an indescribable tone, and his cock pulses inside you so intently, it causes your second orgasm to occur. As this happens, you lie on his chest, both of your breathing very uneven. He holds you tight against him.

Eventually, you roll off him and stare at your ceiling. You try to comprehend what just happened. Never in your life have you experienced something so intense. Most of the time when you told guys to be rough with you, they’d be turned off. But Sirius... You turn to your side to face him.

“Want a smoke?”

“Certainly.”

~~~

It’s safe to say, you don’t let him go all summer. You spend every second you can with him. Most of the time in your sheets, but a good amount doing other things. You paint his nails black, teach him how to wear eyeliner, and how to dress more like yourself. You enjoy every second you get with him.

He never does discover your fame, at least he never says so. You think he would know. Each time you go out you try your hardest to be unnoticeable and you always hide away magazines and switch the channel whenever something about your band is shown. But he never does say anything. Sometimes at night, you sing to him softly and you always laugh when he tells you that you should take it professionally.

You learn how much he hates his family, except for his little brother. You learn he loves Queen and David Bowie. You learn his favorite color is ironically black. You learn as much about him as you can and with each fact you do learn, you only fall more for him. But you never speak of it. You know the inevitable ending.

On the night before he goes back to school, the two of you lay in your bed, a thick silence between you. As usual, you pass a cigarette back and forth. Only this time, there are no words accompanying. Until he speaks.

“For once, I’m not looking forward to going back.”

You turn to your stomach and look at him. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“Me either,” he agrees. He holds the cigarette to you; you take it fast. “I can phone you if you want. You know, while I’m there. Or send letters.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” You question.

“I think I really fancy you, and I don’t want to leave on a bad note.”

You give him a weak smile and press a kiss on his bare shoulder. “Oh, Sirius.”

~~~

A few months later...

“Five minutes till show time,” an assistant tells you.

You’re sitting in your dressing room backstage. Joan, Sandy, and Lita all have their own space now. You find it funny how much The Runaways have blown up since the summer. Now, everywhere you turn you see yourself in a magazine or a news article. You can’t go anywhere without being recognized, or without the paparazzi showing up.

As you look in the mirror your mind travels back to Sirius. This happens a lot. Right before a concert, you think of him. Sometimes you wonder if maybe he’s out there listening. You haven’t heard from him since he went to school. You aren’t angry, only a bit sad. You’re mostly grateful though. He inspired most of the songs in your number-one album that got the band all the new attention.

You stand from the vanity and sigh. Tonight, your performance is being televised worldwide. Beside the door is your guitar, you pick it up as you begin your journey out to the stage. You’ve got a good lineup, even a small intermission for a happy birthday song. You hope wherever he is he hears it.

After all, it is November 3rd.

[wisyhana]

Thank you for asking @persephones-valentine I'll take the opportunity to talk about a bit about Saya's band Kirye Eleison and their members.

Here they are!

So, Saya met them at uni, she was already into goth and metal music but they were the one that motivated her to make a band. They get along pretty nicely with each other, but Saya is the most distant of them, she doesn't stay to celebrate after the gigs and when they hang out she's mostly quiet letting them talk and such. The girls really care for her and they know Saya is really peculiar in the way she share her time with others, so they let her be trusting she will come with new songs.

So! The band members:

Viper: Main guitarist. She’s the most extrovert of the members, with a strong personality and a lack of patience to deal with annoying fans (she’s always ready for a fight). Her family owns a bar, and she’s the older of 5 siblings. She had to help raise her siblings, work in the bar, and keep up with her studies. She had always dreamed of becoming famous with her band, and as soon as she learned about Saya’s talent, she proposed to herself to make her famous.

Ivy: Bass. The closest to Saya. She had a band at high school until they disbanded for unknown reasons. Her pacifist behavior works as a nice contrast with Viper’s aggressive attitude, but she’s still very mischievous and likes to play pranks on Viper and Saya. She’s a bass prodigy but prefers people to ignore it.

Vultur: Drums. Viper’s best friend. Due to the lack of a manager, they work together to organize events and places for their band to play. She’s overly honest, but her tone sounds extremely sarcastic, which confuses people. She is the most experienced of the group at surviving supernatural encounters since she’s a fan of the occult, and people fear her ability to cast a curse. She lives at a Temple due to her family tradition. Some rumors say she killed someone.

And for the question about the Kaiba bros. Yes, Mokuba finds out really quickly, practically on the second week Saya started working at KC. He uncovers her like in metal since this girl loves listening to music so loudly. He doesn't show up to the gigs until Saya gives him permission, Mokuba knows she need to trust him first and Saya is alway running away from everything so it takes him some time to finally see her sing.

For Seto, that's another story. It takes him months to finally know about Saya’s band. And I don't blame him, Saya is extremely secretive around him. So when he finds out it's the most shocking experience for him.

I hope to be able to draw that moment for Seto soon, because it's one of the most important moment for both of them. It's so exciting to even think about aaaaaa.

Thank you for asking again! And if anyone has more questions please let me know ^^ I'll be more than happy to answer (and I hope to have a drawing to reply to it.)

[oraclesraycons]

My favorite yandere characters tend to be the stalkers, the nosy ones that just have to find out everything they can about you, and worm their way into everything. Plenty of the Batfam members have their own ways of fitting this bill; I've seen most people go for Tim specifically for this. However, I would argue there's a better choice for this. Tim is good for the former, but not always the best at being... normal, for lack of a better word.

But do you know who would be? Fucking Barbara Gordon. Nobody talks about her but she's such a good yandere candidate and I need people to see my vision. She's like THE techie of the group if there's a way to find it, bug it, hack it, whatever, she's the one who's gonna do it. She's probably got a whole file she's been working on on the side; where you come from, where you work, your family, your friends, any bit of personal history she could dig up (may vary depending on what she's got bugged and how tight lipped you are), your search history, your grocery list, hell might even have your social security number if you've got one who knows.

AND she has the bonus of acting like a normal ass human being. She was able to hide her identity as Batgirl and Oracle from her father for years, this is probably nothing in comparison. It's simple to move into a neighboring apartment and play the girl next door. Even easier to pretend to struggle moving her things in; surely you'd be nice enough to help the girl in the wheelchair if she asked right? Hauling so many boxes and maneuvering the chair around has got to be exhausting. She promises she'll make it worth your while; dinner can be on her tonight!

(Nevermind the fact she has enough people willing to help they could haul everything up in one trip.)

Has no problem playing up her geeky or nerdy side either, whatever it is you like that'll give her an in. Do you like a specific book genre or series? You might run into them if you visit, or come back another day to help her unpack.

(You will help won't you? You're such a nice person after all! And it's not like she could do anything bad to you. Plus she already looks so exhausted...)

Maybe you'll find a collectable figure from a favorite series (Aw it's your favorite character? She's happy to work out a trade, she wasn't that attached to it anyway. So long as it's yours, she doesn't particularly care what you offer for it either), or she'll offer to play your favorite video game together someday, or even display records of your favorite music albums somewhere noticeable but discreet. Whatever it is that will get you to talk, to open up and even be a little vulnerable to her, Babs will consider it money well spent.

It takes time to build a relationship, for you to really let her into your life, but if Barbara has learned nothing from all her training it's that patience is key. The first time you let her into your apartment she has to suppress full body jitters in excitement. Her instinct screams at her to set up recording devices where she can, but she only has so much time, and she can only move so fast with her wheelchair, so Barbara wills herself to be patient. That can come later, during longer visits, when you trust her more. Game nights, or sleepovers perhaps.

(You've never had a sleepover?! Well now we have to fix that, come on! Lets go gather some blankets and make a blanket fort-)

The first time you take a drink from her without much fuss, it occurs to her she could have easily drugged you and you'd have been none the wiser. She's got no need for that right now of course, but the level of trust and access you give her provide a similar amount of satisfaction.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Loona, Vassago, and Verosika x reader who is in a band

I need to stop drinking chai-- I love it but it does a number on my stomach

Notes: reader is gn for loona and verosika, reader is male for vassago, this is a request, short post, think small band thats just starting out/has a small fanbase

CWs: none

LOONA

she tries to go to your shows as often as possible- she has skipped worked to go see you play. she has some of your bands songs burned into a CD somewhere in her room. she.... has probably lost it, can totally see her having a messy room

you always make sure she gets to be in the front of the audience to get the best view and sound, you may be a small band and cant afford much but you do what you can where you can

sometimes you sit together at your place and make your own merch... you dont have enough fans to justify making your own merch line... and besides, making the shirt designs with your own hands with her are nice...! just... help her get the paint flakes out of her fur...

VEROSIKA

she understands how beginning artists can struggle and she tries to help you as much as she can... and that can be easy when she starts showing you off and wearing your merch around in public.. you try to insist that she doesnt need to do that... but she does genuinely enjoy your music! even if its not her style she can see the effort you put into it....

blitz... definitely left some issues regarding trust with her, so there is a vague worry that youre going to end up dipping once she gets your name out there. lots of conversations need to be had and trust is established!

often times you play as an opening to her concerts, shes always standing to the side backstage listening to your performance

VASSAGO

loooooooves all sorts of music genres but your style is probably one of his favorites! quite literally found you on accident- perhaps hearing you play at a small venue or park... or managing to stumble upon your music online-- it doesnt take long at all for your music to shoot to his top favorites

has zero fear in approaching you, though you may be a little taken aback given he- a member of the ars goetia- coming to you... (assuming youre of lower class... imp, hellhound, ect ect)... but with his charm you both hit it off quick!

headcanon that hes terrible with social media- he has an account on most of the big platforms and thus has a massive following... but his attempts at recording your shows kind of... suck... will post snippets of you playing/practicing with your permission

[imagionationstation]

Hey so sorry to bother you but… just saw you listen to Epic??? I know you’re a turtle nerd, as am I but… I NEED to know your favorite Epic song/favorite character right NOW PLEASE! You’re like one of the coolest people so to find out you also listen to Epic is…. Mmmmmmmm anyways I hope this isn’t weird or anything but PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW😭🙏🏻❤️

NOT WEIRD! LOVE THIS ASK! THANK YOU!

SERIOUSLY! I WOULD BE RANTING ABOUT EPIC 24/7 IF THIS WASN’T A TURTLES BLOG BELIEVE YOU ME

Alike to turtles, I have problematic views!! I look at things that 3/4 of the fandom shares a view in and go: That’s not what’s happening.

The people in my life have heard me ramble I cannot shut up:

I went to this event months ago and it did Trivia and a round was Greek Mythology and everyone in my group was like, “Neko, this is all on you. Don’t let us down” and I got 9/10 right. Go me ✨

Gonna see my bested friend soon! We never get to see each other so we’re making a day out of hanging out. We’re gonna watch the full saga. All of the two hours of it. I am collecting animatics. Silly goose thinks it’s an optional suggestion (it’s not <3)

(Don’t worry, I’m exploring outside interests too. It’s mutual 😜)

Asking me to pick a favorite song is like asking me to pick a favorite fanfiction child. All my children have gifts of their own to share and I love them all with everything that I have!!!

But if you’re asking what song I most commonly have played on repeat and/or belted on the top of my lungs when I’m alone…

I’m Not Sorry For Loving You tops everything else.

Based off this, I wanna say that Calypso is my favorite character. 🤔

I mean, I created a blog where our only purpose in life is to be safe in our horror and empathy for her situation and to acknowledge that she has so much nuance that the fandom doesn’t touch.

But I think if I’m being honest, it’s not her.

At the end of the day, my angsty heart is drawn to Athena.

DISCLAIMER: Controversal opinions ahead. Do not come yell at me if you do not agree. Tell me why I’m wrong, absolutely! But do it kindly and thoughtfully, and maybe we can have a conversation :D

I am passionate about this character. No aggression to the musical. Every song in the musical rocks. It’s merely my passion speaking.

Everything about her breaks my heart. She’s a goddess in a disfunctional family who doesn’t understand mortal ways.

Also, her dad is the most toxic dude alive.

I mean, there’s this one line that people portray in so many ways, but you watch how Zeus interacts with her and recall the fact that he literally didn’t want her to live when she was conceived- he is SUCH a bully and her respect only stems from him being ‘king of the gods’.

None of the gods step in during God Games. At no point does anyone go “dad you can’t threaten your daughter because she did exactly what you asked her to do”. Not even ARES.

He’s the one who says, mortified, “is she dead?” So he didn’t WANT that turn of events. He cares about her and her state of being.

She’s the only one willing to challenge Zeus and he literally says, “you won, I don’t care, I’m going to heavily punish you because I’m unhappy that you said a true statement I didn’t like”

I've no respect for bullies, those who impose their will I've seen plenty enough to truly understand this kind of filth

DO YOU SEE MY VISION?

Literally her entire life- no one’s been on her side! NO WONDER she doesn’t want to take Ody’s offer of friendship. Clearly no one has ever really given her trust or empathy that she can lean on.

She expects people to lack empathy. She doesn’t understand that he’s not that kind of person and her lessons won’t click.

Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you I see you changing from how I've designed you

Why would she trust a moral when she can’t trust the gods?

And she has such a temper which is so relatable.

They were in two different spectrums and that’s why they clashed.

She was running off of a mentor mindset. He was running off a friendship mindset. Neither was doing what the other needed for the relationship because they were not on the same page.

And then they hit the ditch in the road and everything cracked.

I mistook you for a general What a waste of effort spent

I'll remind you I saw you as a friend But now we're done

And Athena’s proclamation literally is a prediction for herself:

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying One day, you might understand One day, but not today

Time skip: the way that Athena talks to Telemachus says that she’s been stewing in regret because she KNOWS they were good friends and she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She understands why they clashed and now she doesn’t know what to do about it.

So this kid is like “I think you should help him even if he hates you. If he won’t accept your friendship then I’ll be here waiting.”

(*insert waiting, waiting, waiting mantra*)

AND THAT’S LITERALLY EXACTLY WHAT SHE NEEDED TO HEAR?

SHE LITERALLY JUST NEEDED TO KNOW SHE HAD ONE PERSON ON HER SIDE? ONE FRIEND WHO CARED ABOUT HER?

I’m a sucker for ‘doing everything for the people you care about but platonically’ and Athena is the PICTURE of ‘oh wait I would platonically die for my friend’ and like?? That’s beautiful??? 😭

My only qualm with EPIC is the way that the Ithaca Saga handled Athena because you cannot convince me that it did not do her dirty. I have read and scrolled and chewed on all the arguments.

That. Beautiful. Goddess. Went. Above. And. Beyond. To. Mend. Her. Mistake and he outright denied her friendship.

That was not a “oh yeah we can be friends later” very well.

That’s a voice cracking, heartbroken: “I took a thunderbolt for you and you don’t want me in your life” very well. LIKE.

Yes. Oddy went through a lot. No denying that.

But he called out for HER. After everything, he called out for HER HELP. Showed a belief in her. Counted on her to save him

AND SHE DID WHAT HE NEEDED. TOOK A THUNDERBOLT. BEGGED ON HER KNEES WHILE SUFFERING AND IN AGONY.

I can't help but wonder What this world could be If we all held each other with a bit more empathy I can't help but feel like I led you astray What if there's a world where we don't have to live this way?

{I messed up. I want to do better. Is that still possible?}

If that world exists It's far away from here It's one I'll have to miss For it's far beyond my years You might live forever So you can make it be But I've got one endeavor There's a girl I have to see

{No. You have thousands of years to make other friends. There’s no world where we can mend who we used to be. You do what you need to do. My only want is to be with my wife.}

LIKE if they were going to try, the song would SAY that they plan to try. Jorge is not afraid to strongly imply things or outright say them. Ody doesn’t WANT to try and be friends. All he wants is wife. Which would be valid if SHE DIDN’T TAKE A THUNDERBOLT FOR HIM

ONE THAT SCARRED HER EYE AND KNOCKED HER OUT FOR SEVERAL SONGS SO SHE COULDN’T BE THERE TO HELP

There was no reason, no obligation, nothing but her love and affection for him that drew her to take that punishment from Zeus.

There is no way, after everything, she’s asking him to be her warrior.

She’s literally saying she messed up. She wants to mend their relationship. She wants to do better for him.

He could have said, “I’m not a man who does empathy anymore but we can try” instead of “I have other plans, gonna have to miss this friendship train” because that is an awful diss. Straight painful.

This amazing song did her so dirty and I will never get over it.

Thank goodness for Telemachus. She’ll needs his optimism and joy and willing friendship after the sting from that bite.

[x0401x]

No, but… that was a really good one, actually.

I might as well let this out. A lot of people are still losing their minds over episode 12, and I’m not even gonna try to pretend this isn’t to be expected. It’s not happening only on this side of the fandom—the Japanese one was also torn about it, although I’d argue they were much quicker to understand what KyoAni was going for with it.

Y’all know me. That goddamn studio owns my soul, but I’m not joining the “KyoAni did it again (even when they actually did not)” club in this lifetime or the next. If the changes made during the adaptation ruin the intention of the original work, no matter how good the animation is, a spade is still a spade and I address it at length when people ask my opinion. But that’s not what happened this time.

And guys, hear me out: it’s not as painful as everyone is making it to be. I’m dead-serious about that. Stick with me here.

Firstly, there’s a couple of conversations going on that we need to put to sleep. One of them, the one bothering me the most, is that Reina “chose Taki’s way of doing things over Kumiko”. Or worse, that she “chose winning at the nationals over Kumiko”. The episode itself debunks this in several ways, mainly by showing that flashback of S1. If Reina had chosen Kumiko despite thinking Mayu’s performance was better, Kumiko would’ve known, and it could very well have been the end of their friendship. She would’ve been outraged. In no universe would this scenario ever make her happy. More importantly, the flashback implies that Reina wants to choose Kumiko in spite of everything. What stops her from doing so is the fact that it would mean betraying Kumiko, which is worse than not being able to play with her on national stage one last time. Reina didn’t choose Kumiko… but she did.

None of this was about victory—it truly was a matter of meritocracy. Choosing the best members doesn’t guarantee they would win at the nationals, especially given that Mayu isn’t superior to Kumiko by a wide margin. They’re almost tied. And neither was any of it a Taki vs. Kumiko thing for Reina. She’s abrasive when it comes to defending his policies, but her belief in him isn’t blind. The fandom tends to underestimate Reina a lot because of her romantic feelings and mistakes her faith for stubbornness, even though both the novels and the anime are adamant about her good judgement. It’s not that she trusts him because she’s in love with him—she’s in love with him because he is worth her trust. Then again, this had nothing to do with him. It was all about Kumiko. She was the only thing in Reina’s mind the whole time. Taki wasn’t mentioned even in passing.

The other is that Kumiko’s loss was for shock value because the novel’s outcome was too obvious and KyoAni wanted to surprise the viewers. I’m not gonna lie, this decision was definitely meant to give the anime a so-called “plus alpha” in comparison to the original, but that’s not all there is to it. The main reason is obviously to have it be more grounded and mature, not so much your usual music anime, as well as make the whole debate about fairness actually convincing. The original is not only predictable, it’s also questionable. It’s easy for something to look like Deus Ex Machina even when that’s clearly not the intention, and KyoAni didn’t want Eupho to be that anime. By extension, they shot down every suspicion that could’ve possibly been raised about Kumiko’s win in the original work.

Of course Reina would’ve recognized Kumiko’s sound, so although most readers would know that she wouldn’t choose Kumiko for any reason other than her performance, it still leaves room for doubt. The anime slaps this doubt into outer space by constructing a situation where Reina deemed Mayu’s playing as superior, although by a hair’s breadth. It effectively answers the question of “what would she have done if that was the case?”. With the author having approved of this, it’s safe to say that, yes, that’s what Reina would have done in canon as well. And it would be the right choice, which then means that her choice in the original was also undebatably the right one. That Kumiko earned her win in the novel.

This may or may not have been intended, but either way, the anime has elevated the original work’s outcome by going for that route. After all, the original was predictable, sure, but that doesn’t mean it was unrealistic. These two things are being confused and conflated with one another a lot in many comments that I’ve been seeing out there. Realism doesn’t always have to be negative. Kumiko and Mayu had equal chances of winning. That’s what the audition was all about. The novel portrays what would’ve happened if Kumiko had won, while the anime portrays what would’ve happened if she had lost. Both are valid and the existence of one further validates the other, not the contrary.

What the author wanted to show was that, although Kumiko can’t follow Reina or her more talented senpais, she’s still an excellent player, enough to perform the solo on national competitions, and she wouldn’t let this get the better of her. It also seems like there was an element of “be careful with what you wish” as one of the morals behind Mayu’s arc, where she finally accepts her true feelings through regret rather than joy. Meanwhile, what KyoAni wanted to show is that, even if Kumiko is surpassed, she’s still an exceptional leader and has the makings of a fine teacher. In a way, the anime affirms that both Kumiko and Mayu play a special role in guiding Kitauji through the final tournament. Above all, both routes assert that Reina wouldn’t lie under any circumstances and that Kumiko (as well as Mayu) would indeed accept either result with utmost grace and understanding, no matter how frustrating it might be.

Another thing that the anime elevated is Kumiko and Reina’s bond. In my honest opinion, KumiRei has become the best female relationship in animation and one of the absolute best female relationships in fiction thanks to this episode. It’s transcended friendship, transcended gay, transcended fucking everything.

Alternative endings aren’t dead and they don’t always suck. Eupho continues to be one of the most amazing slice-of-life franchises ever.

[we-are-maladaptive]

so there's a piece of writing ive been working on and I don't know if its good enough for a full series or not, so I'll put it here and let you guys decide on what you think!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

⋆୨♡୧⋆Bakugo Katsuki x Reader⋆୨♡୧⋆

The most notorious circus and entertainment show in all of Japan. Known for their overly-wild and downright dangerous performances. What makes them so special, though, is that all of the members who perform.. are quirkless. Proving that even without a quirk, that they are talented individuals with power, a very inspiring motive I'd say.

A good amount of people, though, crave one thing at this circus. The main lady. She is the bravest of them all, pulling some of the most dangerous stunts out there, such fire and passion in her work.Katsuki shouldn't have come to this stupid show. I mean, what's so special about a little measly tricks here n' there? Near the end of the performance, he was a bit surprised by some of the dangerous stunts that went on, but still a little grumpy.

They were now in the large fairgrounds area, a few blocks away from the main attraction of the fair, "The Quirkless". The large tent was peeking above all the visible rides and attractions, it was a very large tent.

"I still don't fucking get why you felt the need to bring me here." His voice was gruff and harsh, and it's not hard to tell who it comes from.

Katsuki Bakugou was now in his mid 20s, and was clearly starting to tone down a bit from his hot-headed teen years. It was still there, though. It would be there for the rest of his life, but not as bad as it used to be.

"Dude, we just thought you could use a break. You're way higher in the rankings then us, so your work is totally more packed than ours. It wouldn't hurt if you took a breather." Eijiro was right, he DID work a lot compared to what he was used to these past few months. Crimes and accidents were at a pretty drastic high, but.. a circus? There were many things his friends knew he had an interest in, and the circus was certainly not one of them. In fact, he had never been to a circus before.

Rather enticing music made Katsuki snap out of whatever daze he was in, and he and his 2 friends quickly started to see the gold glowing letters at the top on the circus tent entrance. Plenty of yelling and shouting could be heard from the inside.

"Yeah man, don't worry though." Denki was the one talking this time.  "This circus is like.. the best in the country, no, the whole world! Especially the main lad-" He was cut off quickly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I don't really care, if it can take my mind off work for a few hours then I guess it'd be worth it... say. Is alcohol allowed here?" "I mean it's a young adults and adult only show, so I wouldn't be surprised if I saw booze in here." Denki proclaimed. "I even got my own!"

"Try not to wave it around, Denki. We just got here, do you wanna risk being kicked out?" At Least Eijiro was a bit smarter than Denki.  "Oh... right. Anyways, I'll need A LOT of booze when I see the main lady!" Katsuki's ears perked up a bit at that.

"Oh? Who the hell's that supposed to be?"

Ejiro spoke before Denki was able to get the words out of his mouth, who knows what he would say.

"The main lady is what a lot of people look forward to when coming here. She's the one who does alot of solo dangerous performances. Of course there are more, but, let's just say she's.. very passionate and.. attractive."  

Katsuki immediately felt his eyes roll, they were so hyped up over this show.. for a woman?

"That sounds stupid."

"It's really not! I think the motive of this show is very inspiring, I have been here before, it's so cool!" Eijiro nodded along at Denki's words. "Trust us."

Katsuki had no choice but to follow along. Not that he'd admit it, but a bunch of quirkless people putting together dangerous acts was a rather brave move. He was actually quite interested.

When they walked inside, Katsuki seemed rather surprised at how big the tent actually was. This was only the entryway before they got to the seating areas. Thousands of people were scattered around the large tent, with more to come since Eijiro begged to be at least a little bit early for good seating.

                                                         ...

The show was going to begin soon. By now, Katsuki and his friends had sat in their seats, and had gotten their selected beverages and food.

"God... when is the show gonna start?? This is really starting to piss me off-"  "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! WELCOME TO OUR SHOW. WE ASK ALL AUDIENCE TO KEEP A SAFE DISTANCE AWAY FROM STAGE TO PREVENT ANY ACCIDENTS. NOW, WE PRESENT TO YOU, THE MOST NOTORIOUS ENTERTAINMENT GROUP OF THE COUNTRY.. THE QUIRKLESS!"

[myreygn]

kny modern au - characters: hashira

includes: gyomei, tengen, giyuu, sanemi, obanai, kanae, kyojuro, mitsuri, shinobu, muichiro

HUGE thanks and shout out to @giggly-squiggily and @trans-ace-lee for their contributions to this au and indulging my brainrots ♡

inspiration was taken from the german school system because that's what i grew up and am most familiar with:

ages 2-6 (flexible, not mandatory): kindergarten

ages 6-10 (grades 1-4): elementary school

ages 10/11-16/17 (grades 5-10): "secondary school", the diploma qualifies you for an education outside of university (craft sector, social sector etc)

ages 16/17-18/19 (grades 11-12): "upper school", the diploma qualifies you for university

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Himejima Gyomei (27, theology major)

grew up in a buddhist orphanage after his parents gave him up because they were ableist idiots who didn't want to raise a blind child

had a very happy childhood, has never been adopted and isn't upset about it in the slightest

went on a spiritual journey for five years after school and wrote a bestseller book about it

started going to university at age 23, helps out at the orphanage whenever he can

has a seeing-eye dog named Curry (a four year old black labrador and the only being on earth he would kill for, he got her when he returned from his journey)

can afford his own flat and lives right next to the orphanage with Curry

advocate for a more inclusive university life and very active in groups fighting for disability rights, both on and off campus

Uzui Tengen (23, music major)

was somewhat of a public figure from a very young age because the Uzui clan is one the richest, most powerful families in the country and everyone in town knows who they are

always hated his parents and moved out at 18, got a small fortune (that's rich people slang for a ton of money, source: trust me) from a cool uncle and used it to open a night club which is very popular with the locals

has no contact to his siblings (even tho he'd like to) and avoids all of his dad's properties like the plague

started going to university at age 20 because he wanted to do something with his passion

plays a bunch of instruments (piano, harp, guitar, violin, shamizen, koto and like ten different types of flute)

lives with his girlfriends in an almost-a-mansion and throws the best partys anyone has ever been to

Tomioka Giyuu (21, philosophy major)

his parents died when he was three years old and him and his sister went through foster care until she came off age and became his legal guardian, they're super close

has been studying several martial arts at Urokodaki's dojo since he was in elementary school

picked philosophy as a major because he had no idea what else to do but it's actually fun??

he mostly just sits in the back and draws stick figures but once a week he'll say something that makes everyone rethink their entire life (no one really understands what's happening inside his head but his professors are convinced he's a genius)

teaches little kids in the dojo because Urokodaki thinks it'd be good for him, he's slowly warming up to it

the type of peanut allergy where his throat closes up at the sight of them, when they were in fifth grade Sanemi almost killed him because he didn't know about it and it delayed their friendship by roughly two years

Shinazugawa Sanemi (21, physics major)

abusive pos dad got stabbed when he was ten, helped his mom raise his younger siblings and is super close with all of them

moved out at 20 when his mom encouraged him to spend more time at university, roommates with Obanai, Giyuu and Sabito

colorblind from birth and dysgraphic when it comes to handwriting, uses recording devices and laptops in class

used to get into a lot of fights in school and still works on not doing that™, most people think he's scary and a delinquent (and also a murderer because it's kinda sus that none of the family members showed up at their dad's funeral)

biker, the motorcycle has wind art on it and he mostly uses it to pick up the tons of children that somehow snuck into his friend circle and take Kanae on drives, loves bringing his guitar to play her something in the moonlight

suffered through school for the most part, a new teacher (Kagaya) in tenth grade inspired him to finish "upper school" and study physics

loves Gyomei's dog like a daughter

Kocho Kanae (21, biology major)

lives with her family and has no plans of moving out until she finishes university, helps a ton in the household

the best big sister ever, drives all of her sisters and their friends around and picks them up at 3am when they're stranded somewhere (also doesn't pretend to hate it, unlike certain other older siblings with their own vehicles)

has always been into gardening and is really getting into permaculture, puts plants wherever she can and loves flowers

most of her cooking ingredients are from her own garden, vegetarian (everything she cooks or bakes will be the best thing you ever ate)

has the voice of an angel, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho refuse to go to bed without her singing them a lullaby

christmas is her favorite time of the year, she goes all out with planning the festivities and getting everyone gifts and needs three whole days to recharge afterwards

has to wear a biteguard when she's stressed because she'll start clenching her teeth in her sleep and works really hard to keep it a secret from everyone

Iguro Obanai (21, philosophy major)

somewhat of a local legend, not by his own doing but by people just making shit up about him

grew up in a cult of which all the members were killed in a fire with him being the only survivor and a huge news story all across the country at age 12

moved to another city as soon as he was old enough to start anew but the rumors follow him everywhere (and it doesn't help that he talks to his snake)

mostly annoyed by the rumors but also likes to use them to scare people of who are being super pushy or harassing his friends (that's the first time in his life he found friends, he can and will commit atrocious crimes on their behalf)

originally enrolled in zoology, then switched majors when the professors wanted to use Kaburamaru as a test subject

spends his time in philosophy class taking a stance against whatever Giyuu says and has an entire folder filled with essays criticizing his statements

always carries headphones with him, listens to lofi because he likes it, mcr because he feels it in his soul and doom metal solely to fuck with tengen ("Screaming is not music!")

Rengoku Kyojuro (20, history major)

still lives at home with his dad and brother because he didn't want to leave Senjuro behind, spends most of his time out of the house tho and is looking for a flat right now

works parttime at a restaurant that's called Umainia and his friends have yet to figure out whether he says "Umai" all the time because he likes his food or to advertise his work place

slightly hearing impaired, has hearing aids prescribed that he just forgets to put in at all times

doesn't have a driver's license, goes by bike everywhere no matter the weather

gets close to people easily, is well beloved amongst Senjuro's friends and also makes an effort to get to know them so he can be sure Senjuro's in good hands

regularly forgets people's names but never their birthdays

collects old books and learned a bunch of old languages just to be able to read them

Kanroji Mitsuri (19, art major)

still lives at home because she wants to stay with her family and help take care of her siblings, also claims that she had invested too much time in her room to just leave it behind (her room looks like every cool fluffy fairy core room you have ever seen on pinterest, it's the coziest place on earth)

if there's a sanrio themed version of stuff she needs, she's getting it, no questions asked.

slightly allergic to dogs, she doesn't care though and cuddles with Curry all the time, she calls it confrontation therapy (it works)

animal lover in general, she even built a little terrarium in her room so Kaburamaru has a comfy spot for his naps when Obanai stays over

has kept every drawing she ever made and sometimes looks through them for inspiration, also likes to track her progress that way

there's a coffee shop across the street from her house where she has been customer of the month every month consistently for four years as well as an honorary mention ever since she was six

Kocho Shinobu (18, student)

in her last year of school and likely about to graduate with a perfect score

founder and president of the first aid club, also head of the student council and an active member on every committee the school has to offer

recently got her driver's license but keeps it a secret so she doesn't have to play chauffeur for her sisters

effectively avoids getting asked out for dates by being very scary™ (and taking jiu jitsu classes since elementary school), she's also your go to person when creepy weirdos won't leave you alone

loves cooking with her sisters and often shares her own recipes with Kanao, she also has her own little corner in Kanae's garden where she plants stuff that she uses to make her own medicine

has a lot on her plate with school and her clubs and some volunteer stuff she does here and there, so she goes to the local animal shelter once a week to cuddle and play with the cats and dogs there, it's her little safe zone to unwind and she doesn't tell anyone about it

the biggest fan of psychological thrillers you will ever meet

Tokito Muichiro (14, student)

in eighth grade and no one knows how he did it but everyone suspects that his brother took at least some of his exams in his place

he's not bad at school per se but he just can't memorize stuff, you're lucky if he knows your name after sitting next to each other for six months

is a member of the cooking club tho and absolutely thriving there, he never goes by recipe and creates the most delicious things but he won't tell anyone his secret ingredients because he can't remember them either

absolutely loves visiting his friends' houses, he's so happy seeing how their rooms reflect them

followed Yuichiro everywhere all throughout elementary school, then made his first friend in fifth grade (Tanjiro of course) and has been getting more and more independent ever since

constantly misses bus stops or takes trains in the wrong direction and is always late because of it, however he has also acquired an extensive knowledge of the town and can give you directions to pretty much everywhere

tries his very best to remember his friends' birthdays but forgets his own every year because it just kinda slips his mind that he has the same birthday as Yuichiro

[calisources]

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

All these quotes are taken from many materials from George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire, from members of House Targaryen. You can change location, names and pronouns as you see fit. Some of these are little spicy as well might mention the typical topics of the book like inc*st.

I mounted him and took him for a ride, and I mean to do the same tonight. I love to ride.

Red maidens, the two of us, but now we've both been mounted.

You were made for battles, and I was made for this.

As soon as I am well, let's make another. I want to give you twenty sons. An army of your own!

But you are far braver than me. I would sooner fight a dozen battles than do what you've just done.

He's either brave or mad, that one.

You will be a great king, even greater than your father.

A ruler needs a good head and a true heart. A cock is not essential.

If your Grace truly believes that women lack the wit to rule, plainly you have no further need of me.

My uncle Maegor was cruel, but age is crueler.

No mother should ever have to burn her child.

I am old as well, but I am still younger than you.

She was his most trusted counselor and his right hand.

Dark Sister was made for nobler tasks than slaughtering sheep. She has a thirst for blood.

The war will end when the heads of the traitors are mounted on spikes above the King's Gate, and not before

Prince Daemon had been the wonder and the terror of his age.

The archmaesters call you the Conciliator, I have heard. It is time that you conciliated.

I have my own kingdom here.

Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They are wrong in that, I fear. All men need comfort.

She has no interest in kissing games, nor boys. She plays with them as she used to play with her puppies.

I have seen the way she preens and prances around Baelon. That is the husband she desires, and not for love of him.

She wants to be the queen.

How can he rule the Seven Kingdoms when he cannot rule his brother?

Your guards are slow and lazy.

If any man questions my son's right to the Iron Throne, let him prove his claim with his body.

When the sun sets, your line shall end.

A king should never sit easy.

Aegon the Conqueror brought fire and blood to Westeros, but afterward he gave them peace, prosperity, and justice.

Do you think we would name him Aegon the Conqueror today if he had not had dragons?

But we will come again, Princess, and the next time we shall come with fire and blood.

I fed my last husband to my dragon. If you make me take another, I may eat him myself.

We can go back to the ends of the earth together. But I'll get there first, as I'll be flying.

Brother, if it please you, we have brought your new queen.

The sound of the queen's laughter was like music to this fool, so sweet that even the king was known to smile.

The whole realm knew that the girl loved Daeron's bastard brother Daemon Blackfyre, and was loved by him in turn.

Daemon Blackfyre loved the first Daenerys, and rose in rebellion when denied her.

A hundred years ago, Daenerys Targaryen came to Dorne to make a peace. Now another comes to make a war.

Too many dragons are as dangerous as too few.

I have done my duty by you, and given you an heir.

When Viserys sold their mother's crown, the last joy had gone from him, leaving only rage.

Whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night.

The queen your mother was always mindful of her duty.

I want to be with you, I want to sail the seas and have adventures.

Every knight needs a squire. You look as though you need one more than most.

omeday the dragons will return. My brother Daeron's dreamed of it, and King Aerys read it in a prophecy.

If you cannot manage a horse, fetch me some wine and a pretty wench.

Why did you throw your life away? For this whore? She's scarcely worth it. A traitor. The dragon ought never lose.

She bathes in blood to keep her beauty.

You've known queens and princesses. Did they dance with demons and practice the black arts?

Duels were fought over the right to sit beside her.

She gave him her bed, but never her hand. It amused her more to make him jealous.

I want him dead, the traitor. I want his head, you'll bring me his head, or you'll burn with all the rest. All the traitors.

But a man does not marry his heir to his servant's daughter.

Aerys was mad, the whole realm knew it.

There have always been Targaryens who dreamed of things to come, since long before the Conquest.

[novemberhope]

8: DISLIKES

what don't they like (and why?)

Again I'll do one for each OC.

Neri dislikes crowded places and/or loud places. She grew up with her family of merfolk pretty much isolated from the world above. She doesn't mind a large group of people she knows and trusts, but being crammed in with a huge group of loud strangers, with loud music blasting as well? No thank you. She also doesn't like people she doesn't know and who might look somehow threatening coming too close.

Niara dislikes being alone for longer periods of time. She usually seeks out the other crewmembers and rarely ever goes somewhere on her own. She likes to have people, noise, constant chatter around her. Niara left her old life behind when she joined Ace and the Spade Pirates, meaning she is not on speaking terms with her family anymore (who are all Marines) and her mother is dead. Then she lost her former crew and, well, Spoiler alert, Marineford happened. Sure, she's got a crew (and therefore a family) again now but she really likes being around them a lot. She enjoys it when they're all together and actually hates it when the crew has to split up.

Azura hates chaos and messes and not being organized properly. She's the kind of person who has to have everything under control all the time. Everything has to be planned and she wants to stay on top of things. She also dislikes any sort of dirt, dust and cluttered spaces. She likes things to be clean and organized and to have at hand what she needs and nothing else taking up space. In her past, a lot of things happened that were out of her control, so now she's kind of a control freak and has a hard time letting go.

Cordelia grew up constantly hungry. So she still does not like knowing where her next bit of food comes from. Even now she always keeps some food in her room or in her bag when she goes out. She usually eats all the food on her plate and definitely has a problem with people wasting food / throwing food away.

Ellaria dislikes pushy people that keep budgering her about things, not leaving her alone. Especially she dislikes it when someone tries to get a vision out of her which is not something she can force. Usually she is very patient but if someone keeps pestering her, she will snap at them at some point. She's a bit touchy when it comes to her visions and people's expectations around them.

Ginny in her early days greatly dislikes being told what to do. It's better later in the story but at the beginning, she really resents following orders. In the past, following orders didn't always go so well for her, so perhaps on some level it's understandable. She had to learn that people actually mean well in telling her what not to do or that certain rules will always have to be followed. She's still not good with authority figures and following orders, but by now, she always has come to respect certain members of the RA, so she does what she's told most of the time (sometimes she argues, but overall, they can send her on missions now without having to worry she'll do something completely unhinged).

Star, having grown up in the wide prairies of her home island, dislikes big cities and anything that is too modern. I don't think Egghead would have been her favorite place. She likes island with a lot of nature and wide open spaces on them. And technology that is too 'out there' is not really her thing either. (But it also depends what it does)

Kat likes to be free and live life on her own terms, without shouldering responsibilities. So if people, mainly her sister, put pressure on her, she easily gets stressed out. She has the tendency to run rather than face her problems. She greatly dislikes people trying to put restrains on her life.

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Chapter One - A Cabin & The Unknown

TW: Bad Language, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Alcohol, Obsession, And Uneasy Behavior. If You Are Sensitive To This Or Just Don't Like That. Don't Read. You Have Been Warned.

(If You Think I Should Add Or Missed Something Please Tell Me And I Will Add)

One would think having a perfect marriage is all you need in life. That after that you don't need to worry about anything. Some may say that a child is the last thing you need for it to stay perfect. Some say that having the perfect marriage is enough. It's really a coin toss. At least for the outside world. To the outside world, they will only ever know the perfect marriage. But behind the scenes of that perfect marriage is a monster destroying a human being.

The monster can destroy you in many ways. Its words could be daggers always aiming where it will hurt you the most. Making those words actually feel like daggers hurting you. The monster will keep throwing those daggers until the human believes they should have been thrown at them. They deserve every hit because what the monster said was true.

The monster is only trying to help them be their better selves. It's not the monster's fault that the little human took it as stabbing them in the heart, or that the little human is so weak. It's NEVER the monster's fault. But let's not be childish. There's no such thing as monsters. A monster won't be as bad as this disgusting creature. So what is the creature hurting the little human? Maybe the big bad wolf? Like our cliche villain of stories. As I said this isn't some childish bed time story. No, this is something far worse...

Another human. A human is hurting its own kind. A human is ripping apart another human. Why? For the fun. It is not for survival like a bear protecting their young. Or a lion killing another animal for food.

No, a human destroyed another just because they could. And we humans are supposed to be on top of the food chain. How are we at the top of the food chain when humans hurt or kill other humans for the heck of it? Just for the thrill of it? What a load of bull.

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I press my face against the window. The coldness of the window has made my cheeks numb. Through the foggy glass, the small white flakes fall down. The radio is playing some country music. Maggie and I are on our way to a cabin in a forest. Her latest fling had invited her to come and hang with his "bros". Maggie being somewhat reasonable asks if I could go with her. Of course, I'm going with her.

I would've preferred if she didn't go at all. Especially how weird the whole situation is. Maggie was only on three dates with this guy. And he's inviting her to a cabin in the middle of a forest with a few of his guy friends. Yeah, like heck I'm leaving her alone with them. She didn't even see the obvious danger. She just wanted to have a sleepover buddy for "Girl talk". Since there would be a bunch of guys there, she wouldn't have anyone to talk to.

This girl is going to get herself killed for being that naive. Or how she likes to call it "Positive Thinking" or whatever. Which is even more stupid. I don't know why I hang out with her. Her type always gets themselves into trouble. And I'm the one who usually has to pull them out of it. That's how we met.

She was in a toxic relationship with her girlfriend and I helped her get away. That bitch would beat her black and blue. And she would still defend that thing to her grave. If I hadn't intervened she would be in one. Still defending that monster even though it put her there. I guess she clung to me. For taking her out of that environment with nowhere else to go.

I usually tell them to go to a family member or friend they trust and explain the situation to them for further help. If they don't have anyone, I tell them to go to domestic violence shelters. Usually, they do something of the latter. But Maggie refused to leave me. When I asked why, she said, "Seems like you need company more than me." I still don't understand what she meant. I think she was self-projecting on me. "Astrid! Are you alive?!" I jolt away from the window. Turn to face her having a big old grin on her face.` I give her an annoyed look and turn back to the window. " What do you want, Maggie?"

I see us past a billboard reading "Welcome to Rosswood Lodge!" From endless plains turned into miles of forest. As she turned into a clearing. "I was going to tell you that. We are only a few minutes away!" I could feel her enthusiasm oozing from her words. If she could jump up and down she would. I give her a tired sigh before leaning my face back on the window. "You know you love me~" She sang. I give her a groan as a response.

From what Charles said (Her date), it used to be an abandoned park. In 2020, they remodeled it into rental cabins. There are about five cabins, and the rest of the land is camping grounds. Apparently, doing that got a lot of business but also a lot of rumors—rumors of killers lurking in the woods. It doesn't help that people have been going missing. But that's common for any plot of land, especially for how big this forest is. Something deep inside of me is telling me something is going to go horribly wrong. I just know it.

Maggie makes a few turns before pulling up in one of the cabins. Next to it, a sign reads "Cabin 3" in small print, "Enjoy your stay!" I see a black truck and a mini red car. Maggie parked her car next to theirs. The cabin in front of us is cozy-looking. Looks like it's made out of the forest itself. From the windows, I can see a warm light coming through. I can see a few guys chatting away and laughing with one another inside. I can see them holding bottles and cans of beer. Great. We are not only in the middle of nowhere with random guys but with drunk random guys in the middle of nowhere. Just great. "Come on, Astrid! Let's get inside and party!" Party? This is a disaster waiting to happen.

Maggie kicks open the car door and steps out with a little hop. I reluctantly follow her, opening my door too, and stepping out. She is already at the truck, opening it. She throws her backpack over her shoulder and grabs a bright pink suitcase, letting it drop to the ground as she pulls the handle up. I grab my brown duffle bag with a few patches on it. "Come on! I can't wait for you to meet Charles! He's definitely the type you go for." Highly doubt it. I shut the trunk as Maggie started to lead us to the cabin. Just as she was about to open the door, it swung open unexpectedly.

The door opens, revealing Charles. He wears a thick winter coat, long snow pants, and hiking boots. His fluffy hazel hair is shoved into a black beanie. His brown eyes meet my light blue eyes before his gaze returns to Maggie. He gives her a big smile and forces her into a hug. "My love! So glad you made it! Didn't know we were bringing company. Thought I only invited you." He laughs as he stops hugging but keeps his hands on her shoulder. Stop touching her.

Maggie gives a small chuckle. "I guess it slipped my mind." "A heads-up would have been really nice since, again, I only invited you." Still holding the smile and hands on her. Get your hands away from her. "It's not really fair since you invited your friends last minute. I think it's far I brought my friend." She reminded him. "Yeah, but I didn't invite her." His hands tightened on her shoulders. I open and close my hands. Feeling my fingers start to go numb. Yeah, that's the reason.

"It's fine; she can room with me. Besides, I wanted someone to talk to other than you. I doubt your friends or you would want to discuss periods or make-up. Hey, that's starting to hurt. Can you let go?" As she tries to pry his hands, I take a step forward. He looks lost in thought before letting her go. "Sorry about that baby! You know how I am with my plans. Please let's go inside from this freezing weather." He turns on his heel and starts to go inside without sparing me a glance. Double standards. I don't know where Maggie thought he would be my type. He's just like the bitch she used to date. Why would she try and date someone like him again? Hell! I thought she only liked girls!

Maggie leans towards me and whispers "See? Told you he would understand." She winks at me as she follows Charles inside. How on earth was that understanding?! But I reluctantly follow her inside. When we entered the cabin, it was interesting, to say the least. Three different-colored couches didn't even match each other. It was like someone went to three-yard sales and grabbed the first one they saw with various mysteries of stains. A coffee table in the middle looks like it's about to fall over. Underneath it is a fluffy rug. That should honestly be in an old lady's bathroom rather than a living room. But that's not what caught my attention. It's the litter of beer bottles and cans, that are all over the place. It's the first smell that hits my nose. I cringe at it. Maggie gave a sympathetic look. I don't need your pity...

The second thing I noticed was the very drunk "man" on the couch. He wore an old-school jersey that boldly read "Chad Adam," with his face firmly planted in an old granny pillow. He has dirty blonde hair and summer tan skin. "Chad, wake up now!" Charles approaches the unconscious Chad, sounding slightly annoyed. Hitting him on the back of the head. "ACK!" Chad exclaimed, wincing in discomfort. Either from Charles yelling or from the hit, no one will know. Chad stood up abruptly, anger radiating from his expression as his jaw clenched tightly. His eyes narrowed, filled with fire. He was more than ready to confront Charles. Every muscle in his body seemed ready to throw the first punch.

Before Chad could respond, Charles cleared his throat and pointed at us. Shocked, Chad coughed into his fists and glared at Charles. "A warning would have been nice," he muttered, pushing past us into another room."Sorry about him, girls! He's a bit jumpy," Charles said. Maggie leaned in and whispered, "Awkward." I nodded in agreement. " Hey, Why is Chad all pissy-" A "guy" with long black hair, whose hair is in braids enters. He stops and stares at us before his shocked face turns into a smirk. "Well look at these lovely ladies!"

Don't call us that. "Hello! You must be Sam. Charles talks the most about you." As Maggie steps forward to offer her hand for a handshake, he surprises her by grasping it firmly. With a warm smile, he leans down and softly kisses the back of her hand. Get your disgusting lips away from her. Maggie looks taken aback before giggling. "Well, aren't you a charmer!" Sam smiles. "Only the best for you, darling~ I hope Charles has only spoken good things about me" Sam gave Charles a side glance. Stop it. "Only the best things." Maggie lets out another giggle. "And who's this beautiful woman?" Sam turns to me his face still holding that smile. But it doesn't reach his eyes. Maggie's smile drops for a moment and a dark gleam in her eyes before returning to normal. Hm.

"I was only told the lovely Margaret would be here." Maggie tensed for a moment. "I would like to introduce you to my best friend, Astrid! My very beautiful and amazing gal! She's someone really special to me, and I invited her to join us. I hope you’re okay with it!" Maggie quickly comes to my side and wraps her arms around mine in a hug. And for a moment it seems she might have glared at Sam. "I would never deny a beauty such as yourself." He goes to grab my hand most likely to do the same thing he did to Maggie but I yank my hand away from him. Maggie seems to smirk at that. But again only for a moment.

He doesn't seem fazed and simply stands tall. "I hope my friends and I can help you have a great time here. I know I certainly would." He smiles widely, but there's a dark glint in his eyes—something much more sinister he has planned for us. Maggie tends to overlook the signs that are so obvious to me. (But then again my view of the world differs greatly from normal people's.) She remains blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurk around her. I often step in to protect her from situations she doesn't see. But one of these days I won't be able to save her.

I just didn't know it was going to be this soon.

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Currently, Maggie and I are in one of the rooms. It's the smallest room. The things in here barely fit. The bed is a queen-sized model pushed into a corner, with a chunky, old-fashioned wardrobe next to it. Additionally, a desk is squeezed in right beside the wardrobe, making it nearly impossible to open the wardrobe doors. An unattractive green lamp sits on the desk, alongside a bright pink stool that is tucked underneath it. The stool is so small that anyone sitting on it would likely struggle to reach the desk. I'm curious as to how these cabins are so popular with how horrible they are put together.

From my research, this place has only 5-star reviews. Not a single star lower. Which is not humanly possible. Some random teenager would put a 1-star review and write "First!". Or a Karen whining about how the roads are so uneven. But nothing. Another weird thing is that all of the reviews say some version of how you definitely should come here. "You have been real quiet since we got here," Maggie noted. She placed the suitcase on the bed. "Nothing to say." I put my duffle bag on the desk.

"So I take it you don't like them?" Maggie lets out a chuckle. "No." I unzip it and I start to dig through it. Maggie sighs. "I guessed. So that means I choose right then?" I stopped digging before turning to her. She sat criss-crossed, her elbows propped onto her knees and face propped up by her hands. Her face was neutral as she stared me down. "What do you mean "choose right"?"

Before I could receive an answer, I heard the old, creaky door shift slightly on its hinges. I turned my head toward it and caught a glimpse of an eye peeking through the narrow crack. The low, heavy sound of his breathing filled the silence, a reminder of his presence as he stared us down. I knew there was another man with us, and here he was. Our eyes locked, and I could see his smile stretching across his face. To a normal person, the sight would be utterly terrifying—eyes wide with fear, breath caught in their throat, perhaps even a scream escaping their lips. But I wasn’t a normal person anything but that. In fact, I wondered if I was even capable of feeling fear... Get out of your head and fouses.

I marched straight to the door and swung it open. With such force, It caught the peeking tom off guard. He stumbles forward a bit and barely catches himself. I don't give him a chance to recover before I start to interrogate him. " What are you doing and why are you spying on us," I demanded an answer. "Oh! I-I um." The "guy" looks pathetic as he tries to come up with an excess. Losing all the "confidence" he had early. I call him out on it. "Where did all that confidence go? You were stupid enough to peek at us. What were you hoping to see? Us showing? Or maybe us changing?" I mocked him.

His face heats up as he fidgets with the ends of his shirt looking anywhere but me. He's a bit shorter than me. Him just barely reaching my neck. Which I noticed every once in a while he looked at my chest. All the same. He had very matted brown hair and brown eyes that refused to meet mine. " I'm sure he didn't mean any harm. He was probably just looking for us." I felt Maggie wrap her arms around my waist as she held me tightly. Her head peeking over my shoulder as she stared down the boy in front of her. I could feel her smile on my shoulder. "Right?"

He swallows hard as he repeatedly nods his head. "Y-yes! The g-guys and I want to s-show you something!" I'm still glaring him down while Maggie is simply smiling at him. "We will join you in a moment. Just let us... fresh up." Maggie thought for a moment before speaking. "G-got it! Take as much t-time as you need!" He practically threw himself down the hall before disappearing from view. I sigh as I let my fists unclench. "You should get your stuff," Maggie mumbled into my sleeve. Still, holding me close. " When you said "choose right" you meant you chose them for me, didn't you?" I feel her smile- no smirk grow.

I guess you're not as naive as I thought you were.

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