#short one

[cadaverousdecay]

breezeblocks, alt- j / possum kingdom, toadies / dead man’s party, oingo boingo

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Bruce is Jason’s biological father.

He finds out about it during the autopsy after Ethiopia.

[disneyprincemuke]

stay cool, it’s just a kiss

alternatively: it’s flawless, really something

in which they roll up to the front porch after their first date and logan can’t seem to wrap up the date as he typically does

“that was very,” she clears her throat, her smile growing slightly as she walks up to the door of the house, “i had a lot of fun.”

logan grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. “this is kinda weird, isn’t it?”

she laughs. she looks back at the house momentarily and turns back to him. “it’s one way to end the date — ending up in the same place. is it weird that we already live together before we go went on a date?”

he shrugs with a small smile. he takes a step towards her. “well, don’t make it weird.”

“i’m not!” she shrieks, dropping her head in embarrassment. “i was asking genuinely!”

silence falls between them at the front porch steps of the place they spent years together in.

the date had gone amazingly well. logan stuck to his promise of making it up to her after the stunt he pulled in the bahamas. opened doors, drove her, paid the bill and everything. it’s very sweet and endearing, and he had even reached over at some point to hold her hand.

on the drive home, she couldn’t help but look over at him, focused on the road as he tries not to turn his head to dreamily stare at her. which he’s done all night, and it was starting to worry her when he was behind the wheel.

she never knew watching someone drive could send her mind into a frenzy.

“so, um,” logan sighs, tapping his foot on the ground. “thing is, i can’t pull any of my usual moves on you like i usually do.”

“what do you mean?” a small smile spreads her lips as she stares up at him in confusion.

“i wasn’t the best guy to try and date before this,” logan admits. “you know that — you get all the stories from me. i can’t do that to you.”

“am i an alien? what separates me from your other girls?”

he rolls his eyes. “you know what makes you different.”

she shakes her head and takes a step forward. her hands are shaking, her mind is operating at a million kilometres an hour as she took that daunting step. it isn’t like her to be so forward. “i actually don’t.”

logan would never admit but he’s known, even several years back, that her eyes were a different level of hypnotising. he could get lost in her eyes every single time he looked in.

“don’t make me say it.”

his eyes flicker to her lips, then back up at her eyes. he knows that she saw him hesitate because he catches her glance at the way his hands flinched, restraining himself from grabbing her and sandwiching her between his body and the door.

she scoffs dryly. he raises his eyebrows when she closes up the gap between them, chests pressed against one another. “are you going to kiss me?”

he breathes out shakily. “what?”

“it’s not like we’ve never kissed before,” she says in a low voice. she loops a finger around his pants’ belt loop and pulls him in. “why are you holding back?”

“come o–“

he doesn’t get to protest against her best wishes when she wraps her hands around his neck, pulling him down into her to connect their lips.

the reality is that at the end of dates, he would typically bring the girl to bed. and, well, it’s not that easy in this situation. not only is this girl his best friend, they also live in the same house. it’s just not right.

and she’s so pure, so innocent, and so fresh to things like a relationship.

it’s just not the same.

she bunches up the material of his jacket in her hands as their lips move against one another, taking another bold step forward to press herself up against him.

his hands come up to tangle themselves in her hair, stumbling forward. the effect she has on his is just absurd — coming undone in her presence after he branded himself as someone with a tough exterior.

“logan,” she mutters breathlessly, pulling away momentarily.

he hums in response, crashing his lips back onto hers. his hands move down to her back, squeezing the skin in the area. “god, do you have any idea how long i’ve wanted this with you?”

“just do it. i’m all yours.” she smiles against his lips and nods. logan pulls away, holding her in the spot with wet lips and staggered breaths.

she looks up at him with wide eyes, lips parted and a glimmer in her eyes that logan’s never seen before. “what’s wrong?”

“you know i can’t do this to you,” logan sighs, shaking his head. in perspective, he simply can’t treat her the way he does with every other girl. it’s not the same.

perhaps it’s the fact that they’d grown up together, or that he feels like he owes a lot of his success to her family for taking him in when he needed a family to lean on.

he just can’t take advantage of her like that.

“you’re… you’re young.” logan steps away and scratches his head. “we need to take this slow. i told you — you’re not just any other girl to me. it’s different. this is different.”

her expression doesn’t falter. if anything, it looks like she swooning even more than before. she smiles with an understanding nod. “okay.”

he smiles, swiping his thumb across her cheek gently. “i’ll show you what it’s actually like to be with me. i’ll take care of you, okay?”

@myxticmoon

[tobyscloset]

So I watched the chaos theory trailer frame by frame.. and I did in fact notice a few things!!

Does anyone else notice that right before the video of Brooklynn cuts out, you can see a sort of light? Possibly one of Daniel Kons drones? Or a helicopter? Was she possibly kidnapped and the news of her dying was a cover up?? Like right here? (*Hyperventilating* Brooklynn is not dead guys trust me!!!!!2!2!2!!3(£(£7)

When the person was calling the atrociraptors, the build looked similar to Brooklynns, by alot, at least to me they did!! Like here!! Does this not look similar?!1!! *Freaks out*

Bumpy in this frame :33!!!!

BIG EATIE!!!!!

Saw this frame, The man in the suit really does look a little bit like Daniel.. if you really really squint..

Darius' photo!!!!!

[theplottdump]

The first thing she noticed about the dream was the lack of sensation.

There was no feeling of cold night air on her skin, no grit of the sandy dirt beneath her fingertips, no lingering smell of the decomposing fall leaves on the ground around her. It was like she was floating in a quiet, numb, senseless void. One that her left her throbbing headache unaccompanied.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴. ( 🎪 )

[arrowmaker15]

(stubs toe)

Jason: Son of a bitch on turkey, bologna and ham and cheese with crackers!

Tim:

Tim: Fucking *what*?

[an-actual-attack-helicopter]

Book 6, Episode 5: Moonless Night Analysis/Commentary

Viren's trapped in a dungeon, he hasn't been forgiven, and he doesn't have Aaravos on his side anymore. Like a fly trapped in a web, he struggles to escape his inevitable death. This is where the foreshadowing really begins. The fly wasn't going to get out of this one alive.

OKAY BUT IS THAT GONNA HELP ANYONE OTHER THAN YOU, VIREN LMAO

But yeah. Take note of how selfish he is here, even if it's subtle. He isn't thinking about what his son needs. Not at all. He just wants everything to be okay again.

Here I think Viren does way better. He admits what he has done wrong. But if he is expecting everything to become sunshine and rainbows after this, he is mistaken.

He's off to go listen to some Three Days Grace or something. I. HATE. EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUU!!! /lyrics

Man, he was on the right track here. He was soooo close to understanding the he just needed to shut his trap for a second lmao

Rayla and Stella = Luna Tenebris and Esmeray. I wonder if they will explore that parallel more? RAYLA BECOMES THE DRAGON QUEEN CONFIRMED?????? /j

this is what i say when people are bummed about character death lol. characters cant die. they were never even alive in the first place

I feel like I've heard this somewhere before...

this is such a cool sentence.

Let us ascend to the zenith and witness the moonless night.

OH MY GOD HE SAID THE TITLE 😱😱😱

boop

Also we should start calling her "Daughter of the Moon" instead of Rayla.

ok viren had actually cooked this time. he did way better. he went from rambling to actually thinking about his son. and it only took being locked in a dungeon trapped with his thoughts so he was forced to think about it /s.

And finally, Aaravos approaches his weakened prey.

[animalgenderbodypart]

Doctors Appointment

Clara has an appointment with a ver popular, very unorthodox hypno-therapist to solve her sleep issues

| M/F | low edited | Hypnosis | Coercion | Dubious Consent | Mind Control | Doctor/Patient | Degradation | slight bimbofication | Memory Play | Cis/Het | NSFT |

~~

She clicked her fingers on the dark, wooden table in front of her. It was a satifsying sound, and her patience was running thin at the waiting time.

Dr. Bradshaw was a well known spychiatrist, and she had been on the list to see him for months. Everyone she'd talked to had raved about how much their lives had improved after seeing them; addictions overcome, insomnia fixed, stress and anxiety all but vanished! It almost sounded too good to Clara, but the sleepless nights were starting to ware at her.

After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from his office and bid farewell to a woman she didn't know, then beckoned her to follow inside.

The room was inviting, warm brown bookshelves and a red velvet sitting couch with accompanying chair. She layed on the couch, and Dr. Bradshaw took up his seat beside her, looking her over with his soft Hazel eyes.

"Miss Finnigan. Over the phone we spoke of you having issues sleeping, is that correct?" His voice was so deep and kind, it rumbled over her and she relaxed into the plush couch.

"Y-yes," she'd explained this a thousand times, but thusfar nothing had made it easier to get to sleep. "Ever since I lost my fiancè, i haven't been able to get to sleep. I toss and turn and imagine what I could have done differently, but I'm hardly getting 3 hours a night. I feel like I'm losing my mind!"

She felt that lump in her throat and took a shaky breath. He put a hand to her arm and let her collect herself before speaking.

"That sounds awful Clara, I'm sorry. Let's try to get to the bottom of this, shall we? I can see that you're distressed, and I want you to sleep." His rumbling voice drifted through her mind, and she started to relax again.

"Imagine now that you're trying to sleep. Relax your muscles and your mind, just let yourself start to drift. Don't think about him. Think about letting yourself relax,"

She tried to focus on his words, to not think about Michael, but it was hard, and she scrunched her face in discomfort.

"Now now, don't think about all those things," his hand was on her arm again, warm and comforting. "Let my words think for you, let yourself relax into the chair.

Let your arms and legs feel like lead on that plush fabric, let your mind empty itself at my words. Let my voice fill your mind and-"

He snapped his fingers beside her ear.

"Drop. Deeper and deeper down, feel yourself sink into nothing. Your mind is empty and you. Are. Mine."

Her breathing was slow and even, she was essentially out cold. Perfect. He continued;

"Good girl. When you're in this deep state of trance, you will do exactly as I say. My word is law, and following commands is as natural as breathing. Do you understand? Say 'yes master' if you understand."

"Yes master..." her voice came soft and doughy, her eyes barely still open.

"Good girl. Whenever you wake from trance, you will have a week of restful sleep, not remembering what we did in our session. After that you will crave to come back, your problems will return and you will need to see me again to help it. Do you understand?"

"Yes master" her complete and total trance made him excited, her sleep deprivation made her even easier than the others had been.

"Being in trance is so easy, and it feels so good. You love being under my spell, you love it so much that you feel the need to show your appreciation." He was starting to feel hot, watching her placid face and slow, methodical breathing.

"Following my commands makes you feel Pleasure. You're a good girl who needs to Please and to be Pleased. My words of encouragement make you start to feel hot; you're a little slut, and will do exactly as I say to Please me."

"Yes, master" it came out almost as a moan.

"Good girl. You're going to open your mouth up for me and suck." He hastily unbuckled his belt and freed his twitching cock from the slacks.

Her mouth was so warm and wet, it took all of the doctor's strength to go slowly and not slam into her throat. Soon enough he started to pump and she took it eagerly, swirling her tongue around and sucking like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

"Good girl," he grunted, suffing her face full with himself. "You love being my little toy, my vacant little fuckdoll. You need Daddy to use you, don't you? You vapid slut, getting so wet when I degrade you." He pulled out of her mouth just in time to stop himself from letting go inside her, eager to get to the main event.

"Now, when I wake you up, you won't remember any of this," he whispered into her ear. She was panting heavily now. "When you're under my control, you are a bitch in heat. When you leave my office, you are your normal self."

"Please Daddy, give me more" was her only reply, her hips bucking ever so slightly up toward him.

It was too much to resist, and he pulled her panties aside to slide into her hungry cunt. The feeling was electric and he started to pound into her ferociously. When her panting turned into moans, he clamped a hand over her mouth,

"You will be silent while I have my way with you." She nodded, going quiet as he continued to rail her. "You will find the pleasure overwhelming, but will be unable to cum unless I do."

Her vacant expression of pleasure and her perfect body getting rocked by him eventually sent Dr. Bradshaw over the edge. He ground to halt, groaning as he filled the young woman with his thick seed.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed, breathing heavily but miraculously, remaining hushed the whole time.

"There's a good girl. You're so good for me, you're going to come back in a week for more, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathily, riding the hormonal high of being bred by a virtual stranger.

He layed her back out on the couch and fixed her clothes the best he could before straightening himself up. He planted extra trigger phrases into Clara, before waking her up and assuring her that she had just drifted off to sleep during their session. She left thag day totally satisfied, and would definitely keep coming back.

[raileurta]

Alpha Miguel and Omega Miles who is smothered with platonic love

When Miles first met Miguel instead of being met with anger he was met with lots of cuddles! In Miguel's universe pups are very loved on, even if you're fully grown up the parent(s) will still treat them like their baby. So he sees this sunflower scented pup who's about a day away from heat and the alpha brain is like "this mine now, I'm taking you home with me to have empanadas!"

Miles is not really scared more annoyed if anything. Bro can't step one foot out of the nest without mama Miguel acting like he's dying.

[jokeringcutio]

Prompt Fill: Grabber Returns for you [ Grabber/Albert Shaw x Reader ]

Fandom: Black Phone 2022 Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Mature Themes, Stalking, Kidnapping, allusions to smut/talk about smut, 18+ references, Modern Au. For helreyy ♡

-> The dark shape of him underneath the tree made you freeze. You blinked but he was still there. His tall frame a shadow. You slowly lowered your cup and leaned closer to the window. His watching blue eyes met yours and it was like being pierced by needles of ice.

His lips twisted in a grin. Then he turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the park opposite your house.

You turned to cry out for your parents. They came rushing to your side not much later and you told them of the man you’d seen.

The Grabber was famous for kidnapping young boys. You had clearly been a mistake. A young woman, not a child, taken by a stranger who had asked your help, thrown into the back of his van.

His address remained unknown while yours had been all over the news. Granted, your name was anonymized and your details had been blanked in all news articles since they found you. But of course, your kidnapper had been following the news, downloading and screen-capturing every article about you and saved them on his hard drive as some kind of sick and twisted trophy. He did it with all his victims, but little did you know.

You also suspected he wasn’t actually the Grabber, even though he had said that he was. Even the police thought he might be someone new. A wannabe killer. An imitator. You did not fit the profile of his victims.

But if he wasn’t the Grabber, how would you explain the children’s schoolbook containing notes that you’d found in the basement he had locked you up in?

Your mysterious villain had hidden his face at all times, never showing you who was behind the masks he wore. You’d seen him painted white and behind glasses first, then only behind grotesque masks. Even as he had stood in the shadows of you house, you had seen the devil’s horns in the shade.

The police wanted to know who he was and where to find him, but composite drawings were out of the question. They wanted to research his DNA profile, but you had never been touched that way by him and weren’t defiled with his sperm or otherwise. The only evidence you held were the gashes and bruises created by his belt.

You’d been his good girl, he had said. Hitting you had only been to show you how it would be if you decide to be bad. It’d be worse, he had threatened. He said he would never want to let you go.

You’re different from them. You’re my special little pet.

If only you would have remembered the route you used to escape or recognized the houses you had passed. But it had been in the dark of the night and you had been frightened. The Grabber had been asleep on his kitchen chair when you walked past him. By the time the dog barked you were already out the door, slipping away, hiding behind some bins at a neighboring house. Frozen with fear. You had heard his footsteps as he ran into the garden, heard the gravel underneath his soles when he made it to his van, and heard him start the engine.

He didn’t know you were still there, quiet as a mouse, watching as he drove off, pace deliberately slow, lamps like searchlights gliding along the pavement. You waited to see which direction he drove to, then sprinted out of the shrubbery and headed the other way. You ran.

You ran and ran until your legs gave out. Until dawn touched your cheeks and you recognized the scratches of thorns and twigs, cuts and bruises on your arms and legs. And a stranger came up to you and wrapped her arms around you, and you knew you were safe.

It had only been three days of your life, but it had been enough.

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming.

The Grabber had threatened he would not let you go. Though he had not touched you like that, he had fantasized. Openly and explicitly. Told you of all the things he wanted to do to you. How you would take his cock, how he’d split you open, make you bleed your virgin blood all over his shaft. How he would touch your clit, make you writhe beneath him until your walls milked him dry. His balls would explode, his seed dumped deep inside, and he would fuck your cunt raw until it hurt to take him any longer. Then he would fuck you some more until you could no longer stand.

You swore you saw him at times, standing on the other side of the street, observing. You asked your parents to check the camera they’d placed in front of the house. Someone moved in the shadows all right, but he was always out of sight. You told the police and they let their surveillance car drive through your street a few times a day. The sightings grew less frequent, but they did not stop.

Those threats that he had made surfaced when you thought you saw him again, this time on your way to your new apartment. Your parents helped you with that, knowing you wanted a change, that you wanted to escape to a place far away.

You grabbed your father’s arm and made him turn to look and see. But the Grabber had cleverly gone. You comforted yourself by remembering he was only at your parent’s house. He wouldn’t know where you were going to live. You’d be far away, in a busy city. No way he could get his hands on you unnoticed.

Of course, you might have jinxed yourself with your wishful thinking. As you opened the door to your new apartment, after a night out with friends, many weeks later, you suddenly felt the presence of someone behind you, the warmth of a body burned into you from behind. When you turned around, you saw you were in the shade of a tall man. Blue eyes glinted in the dark, hidden behind the upper half of a mask. His teeth glinted in the light of the streetlamp, canines like sharp fangs showing.

“Hello, little butterfly. Ready to come home to Daddy?”

Your eyes grew wide and your hands flew up to cover your nose. But the canister was already against your nostrils, a gas heavy within your nose. Your eyes drooped while you fell limp in his arms. And the last thing you heard “I’m gonna make good on my promise, little girl,” a low, husky rasp.

“I’m gonna fuck you long and hard.”

[thefemdomenchantress]

The Enchantress: Chalice of the Orgy

The evil enchantress laughs as the defeated hero struggles against his chains, his bare body drenched in sweat that glistened against the surrounding flames.

Enchantress: There is no escape! Now I shall drain from you the sacrificial fluid needed to summon the demon!

She drapes herself over his back, her arms reaching around him in an embrace. Her hands wrap around his cock and balls.

The hero's body contorts in unwilling pleasure as she slowly works him toward an intense, uncontrollable orgasm.

Hero: NO! No, please!

Enchantress: It is too late... give in...

He cries in agonizing bliss as he cums into the grand unhallowed chalice. A great cloud of arcane mist expels from within. Standing in the room is a towering muscular man of dark crimson skin and imposing horns.

The enchantress leaves the chained up hero, smiling at the demon. She strips down and walks into his awaiting embrace. Their lips meet, a kiss of two vile and powerful beings. With one hand, however, she continues the hero's torment.

The hero feels a spectral hand continue to torture his cock even as the enchantress is ravished by the summoned being! Soon he is hard once again.

The demon takes the enchantress beneath him, cradling the small of her back as he kisses her, and penetrates her upon his large cock. The hero, meanwhile, tenses and shakes against the torture he is unable to fight against. The enchantress's skilled magic seeps through his skin and flesh, tickling and controlling his cock from the inside as well as the outside, stimulating erotic nerves he did not even know existed...

Soon the enchantress is screaming in ecstasy as the great demon's power and skill bring her to full orgasm, and the hero cums heavily into the chalice. As he does, a second demon of similar build and power is summoned. it joins in the rapturous affair.

Hero: S-stop... Let me go!

Enchantress: Oh hero... It is too late to beg now... Now cum... forever!

The hero's tired struggles continue, fruitless and never successful. He can neither escape nor resist the orgasms, each one creating a new addition to the enchantress's mighty army, and a new participant in her selfish orgy.

*** *** ***

*Three hours later, and thirty horny demons later*

Hero: . . . You don't have any plans to use this army for any purpose other than fucking, do you.

Enchantress: Not at all, no.

[katyahina]

About the chalice next to Lady Maria

Hey guys, remember how I said that it appears to be really low-res Pthumeru Chalice?

So when I brought that up, Mico revealed to me that there was a figure of Lady Maria by Prime 1 Studio that I didn't know about (actually I never know about any merch, don't judge me..), which features the table too ( x ). He also found some rather good photos that got published on nsfw website of all things for some weird reason ( ( x ), don't worry the photos are... just photos of this figure? nothing weird)

And here is also a video that goes in detail aboit everything:

(From 10:41 it goes about the Chalice and shows it well, too)

To be honest, the details are not exact, yet at the same time the shape and logic in patterns is so eerly similar that it is not THAT different either? I'd say it MUST be this chalice, because it is as detailed as a figure physically could get with repeating such complex pattern, full of tiny details! And it just does make a lot of sense that the thing next to Maria in a place that functions like Hell should be something significant, and not just a random goblet.

The Chalice that Gehrman is point us towards is this one, Pthumeru Chalice... Perhaps, the implication of it being next to Maria all the time (and covered in blood, too, implying having been used in a ritual) is that it is something that haunts her! I am really sure at this rate that she used to raid the tombs with Gehrman too; Gehrman's dialogue and a summon such as Vitus imply that Old Hunters were going in the Chalice Dungeons too, perhaps even before Tomb Prospectors became a thing.

And the picture that is 99% the one from Old Hunters Workshop is probably not a good sign, either; it is just extension of Maria being tormented by her past as part of Gehrman's hunters. Hell is supposed to make you feel bad! Maybe she was the one to smash that picture, even.

[bigmack2go]

What ties us together

For the @newsiesficchallenges (possibly maybe idek tbh i might delete this later because i‘m not sure anyone except me will get what i‘m trynna say)

The newsies don’t have time to think about who loves who. If they love, they love. They’re outcasts anyways, they can’t afford to hate people for doing the opposite.

Honestly probably most of them are queer. Again, for the same reason they can’t afford to be picky. They’re lucky if anyone likes them at all…(And it’s not like they can control it)

They also don’t break up if someone likes someone else. Again this is for the same reason. Plus: as long as the person still loves them, why would they care if they like someone else too?

In fact, some of them like the person their partner likes as well!

Like Race, Albert and Spot. They‘re all in a relationship with each other. Spot and Race, Race and Al, and Al and Spot. Albert and Spot only met because of Race but they really klicked.

But for some of them it’s just one relationship.

Like Bumlets, Skittery and Swifty.

They’re in a realationship. One relationship.

If Albert, Spot and Race conexted by a string, they would each have two strings, one in each that connects them to one of the others, whereas Bumlets, Skittery and Swifty would have one long string which they all hold.

Also Finch would have been holding onto a string in Alberts mouth or something but they lost that string with time or maybe it changed colors

Sniper would have two strings. One in each hand, Tommy would hold one and Smalls would hold one but Smalls and Tommy wouldn’t hold one together. If they would, it would be a different color. Tommy Boy would also have two strings. His other one would lead to Barneys hand.

Let’s say the string between Tommy and Sniper, Sniper and Smalls and Tommy and Barney was red, and the one between Tommy and Smalls was green, the one between Barney and sniper would be purple. And he would have no string to Smalls.

Barney and Sniper have a weird thing going on to be honest, they don’t even know it them selves…

Anyway Barney would have also have a blue one like, Albert and Finch would, (except theirs might actually fade to green) to Pie eater, talking about those:

Then of course there would be Pie-eater, Snoddy and Jake who also all hold on to one string but it would be purple as well. Pie eater and Snoddy might also hold another purple one with only the two of them as well actually but that doesn’t mean they let go to the longer one with Jake.

Sure, maybe some people don’t like their wires being tangled, like Davey and Jack, but as long as they’re string doesn’t get caught up in that, why would they care about the other ones?

So, honestly? Yes. Yes, they would just live in a constant net if they all had strings in their hands at all times but who says that a knot is a bad thing? Plus, it’s not like there’s actually any string (unless you’re into that) so no one’s gonna get trapped.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 8D

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[acernor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liǔ Qīnggē/Tiānláng-jūn Additional Tags: Soulmates, LMAO Summary:

Tianlang-jun recognizes his soul mate in a bar.

[theplottdump]

Vera: Poppy I think you might have a new dad. Poppy: Nah- my mom is like that with everyone.

Thanks for the save by the way 008. I really don't know why I froze like that.

Kate: No problem. Dealing with creepy old men is kind of what I do best. Orange: Poppy! Hold on! Poppy: 𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳- Vera: Oooh a man! Poppy: Don't remind me.

Orange: Poppy. What the hell is going on? Poppy: It's fine! It's all fine! Orange: Really? Because I seriously don't think it is!

Poppy: Look I'll explain everything tomorrow- maybe! Or I dunno- probably never.

𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵- 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?