#shut up pasu

[pasu-chan]

I'll participate to artfight this year. Tell me if you do too, I'm on team seafoam.

[fluffalpenguin]

@arcvmonth day 24: the manga

oh man oh MAN it's vj day!!!!!

it's pretty funny how all my gifs are mostly yuri-centered huh

Under the cut:

revisiting my review of the manga from last year

Headcanons and fic/comic ideas

rambling about an old WIP

small playlist! (with write-ups!)

First of all, here's the 3,000 words analysis/blog thing I wrote last year when I first finished it.

One and a half years later, I still largely agree with it! There's some headcanons I wrote in there that I completely forgot about, lol, so I'm glad past me posted it somewhere for current me to relieve it again! (The rants were also kind of funny to re-read too)

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Next, headcanons!

Lately, I found myself wondering about Yuto and Yuri's outfits; specifically-

...Why are they walking around Maiami with dramatic red/black capes?

After some time in the kitchen, I decided that when Yuya was younger, he was really into good versus evil roles when rehearsing his dueltainment lines. And who else better to serve as his practice opponents than his two brothers who aren't off busy making rounds at the stadium on a D-Wheel?

Tying his own fluffy, white towel around his shoulders, Yuya throws a nearby black blanket to Yuto. The oldest is initially a little embarrassed about the notion, but no one can ever say no to the baby of the Sakaki family, can they? (He'll just have to live the shame down from the twins later on... They barely even respect him as they are right now, anyway) In the middle of the duel, Yuri walks in onto the two of them after having finished his homework (or tweaking his deck). He raises an eyebrow at Yuto's appearance, but gets the gist of the situation when he sees their duel disks activated and Yuya standing on top of the sofa in a similar attire. As Yuto steals Yuya's schtick and becomes a tomato, Yuri pouts about being left out and quickly leaves to hunt for something that will allow him to join the fun. When the duel ends, Yuto passes the baton to Yuri. As he watches the two rattle off silly, goofy lines like, I will destroy the planet, the universe, all the worlds! and, Never! I'll stop you, fiend!, Yuto sighs in relief. At least Yuya now has Yuri to LARP with. Maybe Yugo would volunteer too, once he returned from driving practice and hears about it. Though, he'd likely ask to play the part of the hero himself. Anyway, Yuto's already almost in middle school; he's getting a little too old to play with costumes now. Then afterwards, at dinner, with an angelic smile Yuya says, "Yuuto, can we play like that again sometime? You look so cool with a cape!"

Yuri on the other hand, always had a tendency for the melodramatic, his own personal spin of the theatrics he's seen from his dad! Deep down he really loves playing the villain.

(This was meant to be a short description but I couldn't help putting some fic-like sentences in there tehe also yes that's a reference to the conversation between Yuya and G.O.D./Eve)

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(warning: angst ahead)

Another headcanon I have that I want to write/draw something for is that in the postcanon where Reiji, Yuya, Isaac and Ren travel through space and time together, Yuya has moments where he falters to his grief.

He's used to his brothers commenting and nagging him on almost anything and everything (A midnight snack? Think about your complexion, Yuya!) and his world is suddenly a lot more quiet. In his hurt, he starts to avoid Ren, not wanting to be reminded of what he's lost (He doesn't feel good about it).

Eventually Reiji intervenes and Yuya opens up a little. He's been unable to properly let himself grief for his brothers. All he wants to say is that he misses them.

But he doesn't feel like he has the right to do so, having being the one to seal their fates by personally destroying the one method of bringing them back to life. He doesn't regret his decision of course, but he's unable to stop himself from feeling this way too.

It has a happy ending; Reiji convinces Yuya to talk to Ren. Yuya shares stories about Yugo at Ren's request, making the both of them laugh. Yuya realises that there are other methods of bringing back people to life, too, even if only momentarily.

But it is enough.

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Misc hcs:

Yuya's charisma and attitude is a combination of his three brothers fawning over his cuteness from birth and Yuya being so star-struck with Yusho's performances he attempted to replicate the movements ever since he could walk.

Being the oldest, Yuto feels a sense of responsibility for his brothers and pledged to take care of them in place of his always-missing parents. However, he oft times finds himself not having to do much because Yugo and Yuri are so determined to win over Yuya's heart (and be proclaimed 'favourite brother') that they also make sure to set a good example for the youngest when possible. This causes Yuto a little bit of an identity crisis (/j it's just for fun) until he settles into his role as the househusband cook.

"All of us... are connected by... the arc of destiny!"

Reiji and Yuya are supposed to be silhouetted by their fathers, so Yuzu is meant to seem like she's looking at Yuya, but is in fact looking at Yusho. I also think VJ Yuto should be allowed to smile more!

This drawing is meant to be my love letter to the manga as a whole, and ESPECIALLY the last duel between Reiji and Yuya. I talked about it a whole ton in the review linked above already, so go check that out if you haven't!!

I was really happy with the composition when I first made this, especially with Sora/Ren/Isaac Versus the Yus mirroring their duels! (Well, okay, I know Isaac didn't duel Yuto but.... just give this to me)

Anyway I really wanted a fun and positive energy for it! Every month I think about returning to this but I get slightly demotivated when I realise I have *zero* colour references for both Ren and Isaac... Please send in your headcanons...

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Last but not least, last month I got brain worms for another animatic/hand-drawn MV for Eve's Fight Song! I'll never ever have to time to go back to it, but I wanted to take the chance to talk about other songs that make me ill when I think about them with the manga.

1. Myth & Roid - TRAGEDY:ETERNITY

Don’t give me an eternity Even if that’s all I can believe Press pause on the flow of time In the shadow of the blink of an eye I don’t wanna fall into a sleep ‘Cause now you are my remedy Now knocking on, knocking on, knocking on my brain Even for the temptation of a nightmare Fate demands a costly reparation for its fare

Translated lyrics mostly from lyrical-nonsense, but I made some changes for better rhyming and flow yahoo!! This song is what I imagine the OP would be in my dreams when it received an anime adaptation, I've always dreamed of making my own animatic to it!!

Not just the chorus, but the ENTIRE SONG (pleeeease go take a look at the lyrics) feels like it's made for the manga please please go take a look

2. MYTH & ROID - -to the future days

I cast my wishes to the future days If we can meet on the other side of eternity… I cast my wishes to the future days What should we talk about first? Sadness and even joy will, eventually Will sleep together That's the way life is If such a world could be granted Would nobody feel hurt anymore?

Yeah I like M&R quite a bit, how'd you know

If T:E was the hypothetical OP, this is my pick for the ED theme, like AAAAAAAA for me it encompasses the yu's story so so so so so so so well, though

And:

Both despair and also life come to end eventually Take this future into your hands and let it run its course Spin it ’round…… The hands on the clock spin around Like flowers, petals falling and fluttering Once we blossom, we dissipate in the moment THE BRIDGE THE BRIDGE THE LYRICS ARGHHHHHHHH This is definitely for me, the moment when the three yus start to fade during Yuya's battle with Eve, their last conversation they have with yuya..... *lies onto the ground in a pile of misery*

Rest of the lyrics HERE shoves it into your face

3. MAISONdes - Tokyo Shandy Rendezvous

It's no joke, no it's not! Tokyo Shandy Rendezvous Even when the time comes nothing will come of it Vague truths only become melancholy Come on and snatch me away now, take on me!

This is a fun one, when I watched the PV and in the chorus Lum was spinning I instantly went wow what if that was Phantom.. and then the lyrics bared their claws and sunk them into my brain and hasn't really let go since

Unlike the above two songs, not all of the lyrics are a perfect match, of course, but I adore how in general the whimsical yet lonely nature of the song feels like it fits Phantom so well!

4. Eve - Fight Song

As the night still refuses to end, let’s dream

Last but not least the song I posted the above storyboard for! CSM fans (as well as Eve fans, lol) are probably already familiar with the song, and full lyrics here, though like the song above, only parts of the song (particularly the chorus) really resonated with the vj brainworms in my head lol Even for me, y’know Let’s make a break for the future Towards the verge of death like we pray for A boy that gave his word Today, just like back then As if there’s no more future ahead

Sigh.... Yuto, Yugo, Yuri................ Just let out your voice Let’s take it easy We don’t even know common sense, so we know the world through wise eyes These overflowing feelings, behold Greet me with an applause

I love the first half a lot, I can easily imagine Yuya saying it to the other three... and of course, the latter, from him to the world! (or perhaps even G.O.D...)

As always thanks for reading GOODBYE I GOTTA GO DRAW SOME ARC-V OCS

[nanaslutt]

shameless

ʚ pairing: college fuckbudy au sukuna x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, fuckbuddies, public sex, degradation, praise, dirty talk, rough sex, biting, manhandling, teasing, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI (18+)

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"Shut up." He groaned against your ear, the pressure of his hand against your mouth getting stronger as he fought your noises. "I said shut up." Sukuna had a strong grip on your hip, using the leverage he had there to yank your hips back against his pelvis, allowing him to bury his cock deep inside you with each thrust.

Just outside the closet, you could hear people calling out for one another. The sound of the basketball hitting the hard ground and squeaky shoes was only backround noise in your head, as the sound of Sukuna's soft grunting and heavy breathing in your ear took over the majority of your senses. Sukuna pressed his lips together when you squeezed your thighs tightly and almost doubled over as his cock hit a deep spot inside you, making you stand on shaky legs.

"Do you want everyone to catch you whoring yourself out in here? Huh?" Sukuna whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your hands balling into fists against the hardwood of the door in front of you. You tried to shake your head against his palm, doing your best to answer while your mouth was being covered.

"You sure? Cos you sure are being fucking loud." He groaned, slamming his hips into yours as he spoke, making you yelp against his hand. Sukuna pasued his thrusts, burying his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released your hip and grabbed your throat, using both hands on your neck and face to turn your head to the side to face him. It was dark in the closer, save for the sliver of light peeking through the center of the double doors, but that small amount of light was more than enough to see his expression, how irritated he looked.

Sukuna pressed his mouth only a hair length away from his hand that covered your own, his eyes staring into yours like he was trying to look into your soul. His nose scrunched before he tipped his chin up and spoke, "Shut the fuck up." He whispered pointedly, raising his eyebrows as you. You furrowed your eyebrows and whimpered into his hand, feeling a new wave of arousal bubble up in your stomach from his harsh words.

Sukuna practically yanked your head forward again, releasing your neck harshly to grip your hip again. The man started up his ruthless pace once more, the squelching from your cunt now louder than before. Sukuna dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing both of your bodies against the door. You could feel his hard, muscled frame rubbing against your own as he rolled his hips expertly into yours, his cock rubbing your gummy walls just right.

"So fucking tight, you're so tight." He groaned, his hand gripping your hip firmer, sure to leave a bruise for you later. You could only whine and let your body go limp in his hold as he fucked into you how he pleased, using your cunt like his own personal fleshlight. "You sure know how to take a cock, you know that? Just wish you weren't so fucking noisy." He growled before sliding his hand under your skirt and finding you clit with ease.

You hunched forward, your feet shifting as you caught yourself from falling over. You were saved largely from Sukuna pressed so tightly against you. "You're so weak." He insulted, forcing his knee between your legs from behind to keep you steady in case you tried to fall over again. "Just cum, stop trying to run away," Sukuna growled, turning his head into your neck. You felt his teeth scrape over your skin, making you arch your back into him.

Sukuna's breath caught in his throat as you fucked yourself back against him just from that little movement. His thrusts started to grow sloppier, as did his fingers on your clit as he tried to get you there with him. "Gonna cum on my cock in front of all these losers?" Sukuna teased, sucking on your skin between his words. "Look how fucking close they are." He continued, peeking up to look at your expression from the side.

When he saw your eyes were pressed tightly together, his face screwed in displeasure. The hand around your mouth gripped the bottom half of your face firmly, forcing your head up to look through the crack of the closet, just big enough for one of your eyes to look out of. "I said look." He teased, watching you carefully to make sure you opened your eyes as he held your face up. Sukuna winced when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock.

"Oh you like this, huh?" He teased, pressing himself harder against you, all while fucking into you steadily and rubbing your clit in hard, fast circles. You shook your head vehemently, both of your hands leaving the door to grip his thick wrist tightly to ground yourself. "Slut, your body is honest, no need to lie." His name-calling made you feel like you were going to burst at any second.

Your thighs shook around your own, the closer you got the harder it proved to stand on two legs. His body heat and the pressure of him against you was overwhelming, the sounds of the people practicing just feet away from you drowning out in your head as you succumbed to the pleasure he brought you. "Yeah that's right, cum all over my cock, let me feel it."

Sukuna bit your earlobe between his teeth, his tongue poking out between his lips to soothe over the harsh bite as his lips wrapped around it in tandem, the gentler touch making you go dizzy. Sukuna bit down hard on his teeth, the muscles in his jaw bulging under the weight of them as his own eyes fluttered in their sockets. He felt the heat of his high boiling inside him, reading his release in his heavy balls that slapped wetly against your ass.

Your jaw went slack as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, your body curled in on itself, forcing Sukuna's to follow as your knees gave out and you fell to the ground. Sukuna's moan got caught in his throat as he came, his hand leaving your clit and mouth to wrap tightly around your midsection, keeping your lower half against him as he weakly thrust into you while he released his load, his knees parting around your body as the two of you slowly hit the floor, shaking in each others embrace.

Your own arms wrapped around Sukuna's that held your body as you shook and spasmed while your cunt milked his cock for all it was worth. The small equipment closet was filled with gasps and groans as the two of you fought to catch your breath. Sukuna's hot breath on your shoulder could be felt through your clothes. Even though he was wearing a condom, you could feel how much he came, could feel how he filled the condom up inside you, his balls emptied into it.

He pulled out with a groan, placing one arm on the door in front of him, the other coming behind him to grab his cock and pull off the used condom. "Fuck, get on the pill already, this condom barely holds in shit," Sukuna complained, tucking himself into his pants before he stood behind you, tying the used condom into a knot. "No way, I don't feel like having your cum dripping out of me all day, god knows you wouldn't pull out." You sighed, adjusting your panties back to cover your ruined cunt on the ground.

Sukuna leaned down and hoisted you up from under your arms, his hands curling around your body and pressing your back against him once you were steady. "You would love that shit, whore." He teased, finishing his sentence with a laugh as you jabbed your elbow back into his stomach, forcing him to release you as you fixed yourself, leaving the man still laughing to himself.

"How long until their practice is over? It's too hot in here." You complained, fixing your hair the best you could with minimal light and no mirror. "Just walk out." Sukuna shrugged, saying it like it was obvious. You were about to shoot his stupid idea down before he pushed you out of the way and unlocked the door, pushing the large swinging door open with no care in the world.

The boys playing basketball were too absorbed in the game to notice your presence as Sukuna stepped out and started walking on the outside of the court like he didn't just get done fucking you in there. You stood behind the door watching him walk out without a care in the world, only pausing his pace when he realized you weren't behind him. "Hurry up." He grunted, hands in his pockets. You shook your head, sighing as you responded. "Fucking shameless."

[the-fiction-witch]

Goo

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FUNNY + FLIRTY AF

"What are we doing today?" Thomas asks sat on his sofa sipping tea out of a mug shaped like the death star

"We are going to be nice to you" y/n smiled as she came from behind the camera with tea and a small packet of biscuits

"Are we?" he asks glaring at her a little confused and taking a biscuit from her

"Yes we are Thomas" she smiled fixing her hair

".... I am suspicious" he says trying to dip his biscuit in his mug however it was far to big to go into the mug "Ooh." He sighed sadness flooding his face apron discovering he couldn't dunk his biscuit before snapping it in half and dunking it

"Why?"

"Because why are you being nice to me?"

"I can't be nice?"

"Yes But it worry's me" he sighed

"we are going to make you lovely and relaxed" she smiled

"... You're not even going to comment on me being gross?" He asks eating his now tea soaked biscuit

"..... No I won't" she sighed sipping her tea "with your crunchy tea"

"I knew that wouldn't last long" He says

"I am not good at being nice"

"You are not" He sighed "What are we doing anyway?"

"Do You remember being a child?"

"Vaguely yes"

"Do you remember a advert that plaid on Tv when we where kids?"

"... I remember alot of ad's that plaid when we where kids"

"well we weren't really kids we would have been... teens"

"Teens? like pre teens or older teens?"

"Mid Teens"

".... ish, I remember little from that time. I spend most of it locked in my room"

"I remember you bassicly went in your bedroom as a pre teen who looked really fucking young and then came out when you where like nineteen where yeah you still looked young but you've voice had broke, you grew a bit, like you actually looked more like a teen" "I did, I didn't want anyone to see me at that time, especially you"

"why not me?"

"Because I had a crush on you at that point" "Did you?"

"Yeah? you didn't know that?"

"No"

"Yeah, I had a massive fucking crush on you at that age"

"I did Not know that" she giggles

"You knew, I've told you that before" he says "To be fair you where like a little poodle skirt girl who worked for your dad in a vintage car garage, that I also worked at. I was going to end up with a crush on you at some point"

"was the me being bi helping a bit with that?" "Yes! I watched you make out with Jake and then immediately go make out with linsey. that was amazing"

"Did you ever wanna see me  naked?"

"I was seventeen? So.... yes" "The tits?" "Tits where making a very compelling argument at that age" "do they still?"

"Ehh" He shrugs "Kinda, it's less fun because I now know you don't give a shit"

"I really don't, there just breasts, I have boobs, you have boobs."

"You've very much okay with it"

"My logic is, you can lift your shirt up show your boobs and nips, I do It I get arrested and that's fucking mental"

"It is" he says "I would not complain about you taking your shirt off" "The face" she smiled rubbing his chin "shut it"

"Didn't you make out with my girlfriend at that point?"

"I did, your eighteenth birthday party"

"That was werid.... But very arousing" "What me and your then girlfriend making out in front of you?"

"Yeah, pretty sure I'd had a sex dream about that" He says sipping his tea

"Then or yesterday?" "Both" "Hey issy, how you doing, wanna come over and make out in front of thomas again" she waves

"We don't even date anymore"

"Still, just have like a party of all your old girlfreinds"

"Ohh god!"

"and I'll snog all of them"

"Even Gzi?"

"Especially Gzi, she's fucking hot"

"Yeah..."

"You fucked up"

"That I did" "I'm very off topic, anyway! The product that was on constantly like every other ad break, I will point out it was... On the verge of an infomercial, like if it had been a minuet longer it would be an infomercial not an ad" she explained

".... I remember two of them" "The one you where never allowed to have"

"........... Jelli bath!" He gasped

"Hold up! say that again"

"Jelli bath"

".... Thomas brodie Sangster you are from fucking south London don't you dare said bath in that way"

"what? it's what the product is called"

"The product?"

"Is Jelli BAth

"But on Sundays you have a ?"

"Bubble Bath"

"Thank you" she smiled "what was the other ad you remember?"

"The weird moulding gunk"

"Ohh yeah, what was that called?"

"No idea, I do not remember I just remember the kid in the ad putting the orange goo on the dinosaur skeleton and making it into a big dinosaur" he explained

"Yeah I remember that, But Jelli bath? you remember this?"

"I do"

"good"

"We are going to go bathe in it" he asks sipping his tea

"Yep"

".... are we bathing together?" He asks

"Yep"

"On camera?"

"Yep"

"We're gonna be naked?"

"Do you wanna be naked?"

".... Well of course I wanna be naked sweetie darling"

"Thomas! stop fueling the fire!"

"I'm sorry, are we gonna be naked in this stuff though?"

"No, we will have swimsuits on, becuase.... internet" she says "we as always will do a version where we are naked that will be on my porn hub channel as usual" " as usual? when have you filmed us naked?"

"When aren't I filming you naked?"

"that video's not on there is it?" he whispered

"what video?"

"Are you filming?"

"Uhh, No I pasued" she says touching the remote for her camera but it still filmed "what video?"

"THE Video"

"What video?"

"........ The Video" He says "You know the one I mean y/n"

"No I don't be more specific?"

"The sexy video we did the other month?"

"The sex toy one?"

"No"

"The linqure one?"

"No, you know the one I mean, sugar"

"we make a lot of sexy videos"

"The... one in my bedroom" he whispered

"Oh no, thats' saved on my hard drive"

"Ahhh good," he says

"Ohh I didn't pause the camera, it's fine sally will cut it" she says  "Lets go make the bath up"

"Ooooohh.... bath time together"

"Oh shut up thomas"

"wait who's bathroom are we using?"

"yours"

"Oh no" he says "should I have cleaned it?"

"when did you clean it last?" she asks he simply sips his tea sheepishly "Thomas?"

It then cut to the bathroom with the bath already run the two in swimwear

"why did I agree to this?" He sighs

"Because I'm not ordering Pizza unless you do" "I'm an adult. I can buy my own Pizza"

"But do you wanna ring the man to order it?"

"..... Lets do this" He sighed

"throw in this bag of stuff" she says "Then wait for goo"

"Who's going in first" "You"

"why me?"

"You're bathroom"

"You're Idea"

"You're more naked then I am"

"You're video" "Get in the tub Thomas"

"You get in the tub"

"Fine! How clean is this bathtub?" she asks going to climb in

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh...."

"A day?"

"Uhhhh"

"A week?"

"Uuhhh"

"Have you jizzed in this tub recently enough It will be an issue for me Thomas!"

".... Maybe" he says "How long does it live?"

"Four days"

"No your good"

"are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure,"

"Okay" she says climbing in

"Just don't touch the bottle on the side" he says from off camera

"whoa whoa whoa what why!" she yelped

"No reason"

"No fucking tell me why can't I touch the bottle" "You'll be fine"

"Thomas.... answer the question"

".... just don't mess with it"

"Okay, Okay... I'm really freaked out now" she says as she sat in the water

"If you are that worried about getting into my bath because I might have done something, then why do you let me have sex with you?"

"Ughhh thomas!" she gasps

"You literally let me cum inside you like twenty minuets ago"

"Stop fuelling the shipping fire" she yelled throwing water at him "Shut the fuck up and get in the tub"

he sighed and climbed in the bath the other side of her "Hi"

"Hi"

"we're having a bath together" "yes we are" "This is a weird Thursday"

"It is... is this what you thought you would be doing when you woke up this morning thomas?"

".... No. But I've known you long enough to know better then to expect Normal days"

"Right lets throw in some goo" she says opening the packet and letting the powder drop into the bath

"Ooooh it's already getting thick"

"The water or your dick Thomas?"

".... both"

"Blue Gooo! It's called Blasting Bloo"

"I remember it being called bloo lagoon or something once"

"I think it was, but they must have changed it to be more friendly" "I think Blasting bloo is way more suggestive"

"that's just because we are sat in a bath together Thomas"

"Maybe"

"Ohhh I don't like this, It feels weird, I don't like want it on my butt and such"

"Nnnnnoooooooo" He complained as he felt the goo the water had now turned into "I hate this, I don't wanna be in this"

"I also don't like this but you know the deal"

"what deal!"

"We stay in this for ten minuets"

"or what?" "Or I'm filming sexy Halloween costumes with you"

"I will sit" he sighed bundling himself in the corner  "do you wanna get out and go eat ice cream?"

"Yes, this shits gross"

[itsthe-neo-zone]

Star-Crossed Seas - ATEEZ

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead, thank you.

Chapter 3: Deathly Intrusion

“Sir a ship has been spotted around 20 miles away from the port side.” The young man was out of breath as he aimed his information at the commander.

Theo quickly walks to the edge of the deck aiming the nautical telescope towards the angle the male had mentioned before.

Within a couple seconds he had pinpointed their position and speed.

“They’re moving at 10 knots. They’ll be here any second now. Alert the others and get the soldiers ready now!”

They must have been moving in an inhumane speed or he caught Glance of something strange because his features turned into one of distress and fear.

The young soldier proceeded to take orders and carry them out running to ring the alerting bell and getting the others ready.

Judging by how both reacted, the ship that was traveling towards us wasn’t one of good intentions.

“Theodore!” I speak up, quickly matching his pace as he bolted past the main wheel of the ship and down the stairs to the main deck.

“Listen milady, you must be escorted down to the safety quarters as requested by your mother.” He muttered not even bothering to face me as he prepared himself, fixing the weapon he carried.

“Theodore. I’m talking to you.”

“Your ladyship we don’t have much time, this is for your own safety.” He ushered ignoring my words.

As he glanced down into my eyes I could see everything...

One look was all I ever needed to know that he didn’t want to and wouldn’t invest his time and care to worry about my opinion now.

He only followed orders given to him by higher ups. Quietly and with no resistance, climbing up the hierarchical ladder. A pawn in all their movements.

I didn’t appreciate this side to him at all, I didn’t want to see it. I restrained myself from wanting to grab him harshly and slap him across the face, waking some sense in him.

Why couldn't he once go astray from the regulations or strategies given why couldn't he think with his heart and not always follow the orders given...

"Run away with me," "I'll protect you till my last breath,"

"I love you..."

I never got any of those replies he either gave me careless signs of love or nothing at all...

I stood there in disbelief, the waves were now blaring into my ears along with the sound of the chimes coming from the constant ringing of the bell.

Back and forth swaying and never stopping, it’s nagging push and pull at the ship starting to make me dizzy. Theodore had thrown all sense of care out the window as he realised there wasn’t enough time to take me down to the safety chamber.

He needed to be here when this ship marauds. He was going to stop them and wish they never had caught sight of the Royal navy’s ship.

It was too far and there only was a short distance between either vessels...

"Whenever given orders I will always follow. My heart shuts down and all that's functioning are my senses, I hear and carry out. That's how it is..."

And thats how it always will be with you Theo...

I was harshly pushed into the main quarters. My own quarters that I occupy. My figure came crashing down to the wooden deck below me not being able to stabilise myself with the jarring rock of the vessel.

The sudden moment where time was velocious in speed hit me as I fell to the planks below me.

In the span of 5 seconds I felt a rainbow of emotions, first was shock then realisation, anger, fury then confusion... I was still seething.

Infuriated, I felt around for a candle or a slither of light. He had slammed the doors, locking them tightly.

I could hear her voice and the padding of her feet in the slippers on the timber, the sound of fabric roushing to my left as she fell to the floor concerned over my position.

“My lady! Are you alright? Oh goodness!” the young maid in my service came wailing over my crouched figure on the floor.

“Get a candle. Now.” I hissed laying steadily, not even thinking of moving. A slight insinuation of something being in undeniable pain shooting up my foot.

The young girl rushes to light a candle, I noticeably see her hands shake to light the wax. She brings it down to my figure on the floor. Clearly being too young and immature to be calm about the situation.

“I don’t know what happened to it but my knee, I can’t move it.” I murmur my voice straining under the pressure of trying to lift myself up.

The maid hastily pushed me down alerting me of the fact that I could get hurt if I over-excerpt myself.

I knew myself, I knew what signals my body was giving me. I was definitely hurt, I just pleaded to whatever deity out there that it wasn't serious...

“Miss, I could wrap it for you if you let me.” She hurriedly spoke.

Though she knows nothing of first aid or is a trained healer, desperate times call for desperate measures.

I give her the ok, letting her move to grab the cotton bandages as she nimbly moves around to wrap them around my knee. She shivers, her breath noticeably hitching.

“What is it.” I murmur not being able to see as I was lying on my front.

She gains back her composure and fiddles with the fabric, trying her best to not put too much pressure. I was going to murder Theo for carelessly pushing me into the main quarters like that.

I could hear sounds of rushing and moving around frivolously on the main deck as the wood creaked beneath us.

He must have lost his mind or became possessed, who in their right mind would throw a noble of status in such a way?

He was going to face me and let me know his final words and decision, no more was I to be made a fool of.

My heart ached for so long and my head has been so confused.

I was going to find my answer and I was to find it tonight no matter how bad the situation was.

I quickly pushed myself up after the young maid helped. I could just about hear her retorts of how I shouldn’t exert force on my strained body.

The girls voice noticeably pitching higher and her tounge spitting wails faster as she worried over my figure.

I thought for a moment and after quickly making my mind up, I took my decision -a careless and idiotic decision- but mine nevertheless...

“Open the trunk to the side and pass me the long rapier in there.” As I struggled I pushed to strengthen and straighten my body.

The young maids face contorted into one of shock, she didn't believe I could weild a sword let alone have one in my ownership.

“But miss, you can’t-”

She pasued slightly not moving at all.

“Do as told.” I stood firm.

“Yes miss.” the young girl reluctantly ran towards the trunk shuffling and scraping through the belongings, before grabbing the weapon and handing it over.

I snatched the robe that was on my shoulders dropping it. The maid pleaded lightly letting me know that this wasn’t right.

My mother’s voice was hitting around in my head as I remember her words about being lady-like and being respectful.

I turn back taking one of the officer jackets that was -laying on the hook waiting to be worn- and slipping into it as I cuffed and fixed the sleeves. If I was to do this, I wasn’t about to shame and dishonour my whole family.

I peaked through the minute slither the door was allowing to slip through letting my eyes soak the scene that was happening.

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3rd per. Pov

Anastasia’s eyes dilated as the dim light from the illuminate the comrades were bearing, trickle through the doorway.

Sharp close combat blades at the side. Grimy skin and bony hands grappling at the wooden handle. Tattered and threadbare garments dark in tone and shapeless.

The intruders looked quite strange and peculiar as they stood threatingly with menacing smirks.

I can’t go out there.... fear clouded her judgment as she quickly slid behind the back of the door. Chewing on her lips giving a sign of rethought.

The maid was standing in fear her eyes pleading her mistress not to make the detrimental mistake.

Though with one look onto the small girl dressed in her work robes, she saw the only image she didn't want to look like...

Weak, helpless, needing protection...

Ana breathed out, sighing as she grabbed onto her lengthened blade, fingers wrapping around the rubber coated metal in a steel grip. for your family.

She impulsively kicked the door open making herself known to everyone outside.

Let the fight begin...

[spidxysense]

Back to You | 1

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: I told you guys I'd update to the best of my abilities!!! Hope you guys enjoy, just a bit of a filler, next chapter will be pretty intense so watch out for that. As always I hope you enjoy. I'll clean up the whole post tomorrow if there's a laptop or computer nearby since I'm just updating via cellphone.

Word count: not quite sure.

Prologue | 1 | 2

3 months later

“I’m home!” You hear the door slam from inside of what’s become your room and you het up from your seat, hoodie and sweatpants still on.

“I see you still look the same as when I left you this morning.” Troye gives you a pointed look that has you staring at him with an unamuzed face as you slumped your shoulders, “And not in a mood to joke around, I see.” He pulls out a bottle of wine that clinks with the other bottes in the paper bag and hands it over to you, “That’s for you, my little alcoholic.” He pats your head.

You sit down at the table, your right knee brought close to your chest and your left leg up on the chair as well, “How is the outside world?” You place the bottle on the table, “Is loaf bread still a thing?”

Troye snorts in laughter, “She finally speaks! And bonus, actually made a witty quip.” He ducks down to place the detergents under the sink, “I don’t think I’ve seen you sober without a hangover in two months.” He sits down on the chair in front of you and smiles sadly at you, he reaches across the table, squeezing your hand, “How are you today, love?”

You sigh, pulling your hood off, and taking out the bun in your hair before redoing it, “I don’t know, I still feel like shit.”

“Obviously.” He mutters under his breath, “You two were together for 3 years, you can’t just fucking break that up and not feel like shit for a long time.” He scoffs, “You can do sooo much better, Y/N.” His eyes soften up, “You know, he called me again today. I bullshitted him, obviously, he also asked about why my landline wasn’t in service.”

You eye the wire from the phone that you cut when you’d heard his voice from the answering machine, and you give him an apologetic look.

“And your sister called again too. She was worried.”

You sigh, rubbing your face in frustration, “I just cant talk to them right now. I don’t want to have to talk about him when I’m this out of it. They loved him so much.”

Troye sighs and stands up, walking behind your chair and undoes your bun, brushing his fingers through your hair, getting the tangles out, “Look Y/N. When you showed up on my doorstep three months ago soaking wet with blisters on your feet, I told you to do what you need for as long as you need to. I told you to stay for as long as you needed to. But for the past three months, you’ve been getting drunk and crying over him, this isn’t getting over it anymore, it’s just regression.” He grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face him, “You are a strong independent woman, and I absolutely love having you here with me, but some things need to change.” He pulls you up and over to your room, “You room is a literal pig-sty.”

He runs over to your laptop, “And you can’t keep getting updates on him.” He shows you the articles opened up on your browser from months ago as he closes them one by one.

“Tom Holland steps out looking fresh from a cry with red puffy eyes and disheveled hair.” Closed.

“Tom Holland eats alone at restaurant, phone glued to his ear as he tries to contact Y/N?” Closed.

“Tom Holland takes dog Tessa out for a walk lookng tired and depressed.” Closed.

“Spider-man actor quitting franchise over relationship problems?” I point an accusing finger towards the article, “In my defense, I got a lot of shit for that, and I didn’t defend myself even if it was just clickbait because I promised myself that I wouldn’t go on social media!” Closed.

“Oh I’ll get to that.” He nudged your shoulder pushing you to sit on the bed.

“Tom Holland caught getting emotional on the phone.” Closed.

“Trouble in paradise? Tom spotted out once again, without Y/N in sight.” Closed.

“Tom Holland, spotted out and about, Y/N still as phone background, have the two worked out their problems?”

“Y/N spotted for the first time in months looking haggard as she grabs a bite to eat at local London Bakery.” He gives you a deadpanned look, “Seriously?”

You shrug, “That’s on you. You were gone for the whole day and I had nothing to eat.”

He sighs, closing the browser window with multiple tabs about Tom still opened, “Sweetie, you have got to stop caring so much. I understand that you love him and you two were in love.” He makes a stupid mushy face, “But he hurt you! Live your life, you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”  He opens the next browser window still opened on Tom’s instagram and twitter, “Exhibit B.” He gives you a look before closing the browser.

“You’ve written so many good songs too! But you won’t even share them with the world.” He sat down next to you, clicking around on your laptop before the room is filled with your voice, singing.

You look over at him, “You really think they’re good?”

“I have literally cried with you at night while you would sing.”

You sigh, “I can’t sing right now. I just don’t feel like I can release at album where I’m at emotionally.”

“Then sell some of these to musicians who will, your songs deserve to be heard around the world. And for goodness’ sake, Y/N. Read this will you? It’s been in the mail bin for a month now, they’ve wanted to meet with you for a while now.” He throws a script on your bed

“You aren’t this stupid crying child, Y/N. You are fabulous and you didn’t need a man before Tom, why the hell would need one now?” He has his hands on his hips, “The Y/N I know is better than this. So unless you plan on being her again, then I’m gonna have to cut you off.” He grabs the half finished wine bottle on your dresser before slamming the door shut behind him, “Clean up your room and I’ll call uou when we need to leave to have lunch outside for once.”

You look over at the script on the bed, “The Greatest Showman”, and turn to the first page.

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“Yeah, I just finished reading the script.” You speak into the phone you kept for business, “I love it.”

“Wait-” Your manager’s voice sounds excited on the other end, “Does this mean you’re going to do it?”

You bite your lip, “Yeah. I think I am, I’m done with this. I don’t want to sit around getting drunk and cry all the time. I’ll send you some compositions I’ve been making these past few months, maybe find some artists who could use the sound on their albums.”

“Th-this is great news, Y/N!” She practically shouts into the phone, “Alright, this is perfect. We’ll fly you out the LA in a few days and you can meet with the directors, meet with the rest of the cast. They’ll be so happy to hear this, I mean, you were their first choice.” she sighs happily, “Alright, well I’ll go ahead and email you the details. I’ll get on the phone with them asap so we can arrange this whole thing!” She pasues, “I’m really proud of you, Y/N.”

“Does this mean you don’t want to be my roommate anymore?” You turn to see Troye pouting with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You roll your eyes, holding out your arms for a hug, “No way. You’re my bitch forever now.” You laugh, “Thanks for the tough love.” He rubs your back while hugging you, “I really needed it.”

“Ugh, I know you did. It sucked having to be so mean to you.” He pulls away from you, “But please don’t ever ever wear anything like what you were wearing in that article, you looked like garbage.” He scoffs at you, “Now go get dressed and we can talk all about your new movie over lunch!" He squeals.

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"So glad you could make it, Y/N." Michael leans over to give you a handshake which you take gratefilly, "Hopefully the flight wasn't too tough on you. You've been in London so long, I'm sure you'd have jetlag coming back here."

"It was great! I'm so sorry about not getting back to you sooner, I was gling through some stuf-"

He holds his open palm, "Oh, say no more. I understand, you've been very strong amidst your relationship problems and have stayed above it." He compliments you, taking a bite out of his grilled chicken.

Ylu paste on a tense smile, "We all deal with it in our own ways." You sigh, remembering the days you'd spend drinking glass after glass of wine or whatever liquor was available.

"Anyway, so we wanted you for the role of Anne Wheeler, a pink haired trapeze artist and acrobat who falls in love with Hugh Jackman's business partner and protege, Philippe Carlyle." He ponders for a while, "Obviously we had you in mind for Anne, and we also had Ben Hardy in mind for Philippe, but since you were taking a while to give your answer, we honestly did start approaching other people for the roles and since Ben wasn't too keen on the role after finding out we might be going for Zendaya, it was just more work to get done before the production even started, but now that we have you aboard, everything's going according to plan!"

You clench your glass of water at the mention of Zendaya, you were definitely not feeling well enough to be around too many people, "So…" you play with the table napkin, tearing it to smaller bits and pieces starting at the corner, "When does filming start?"

He munches on some mashed potatoes, "We were hoping to start next month so it would probably.take a good 3 to 5 months to shoot, but your filming would probably be shorter since this is focused more in Hugh's character."

You clasp your hands together, "Perfect, I love it!"

"So, we'll send over the contract within a day or two to your manager, and we'll just pick up from there." He stands up to give you a quick hug.

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You hop out the car, walking straight to the elevator in your hotel, your manager following closely behind, "He's your phone. Troye told me you broke it after throwing it against the wall." She looks over at me nervously, "I thought it'd be good for you to listen to his voice every now and then."

You take it without saying a word and stuf fit in your pocket, ignoring the constant dings and alerts coming from it as your manager gets off at the 12 floor. You grip the phone tight in your hand. You knew you didn't hate Tom, you walk out the elevator and towards your room, kicking off your shoes and finding more comfortable clothes to wear.

You could never hate him. But a part of you was afraid of all the messages he'd left you you were scared that if you opened them, you'd come crawling back to him, or if you heard him pleading for you to come back, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

You lie in bed, pondering over the phone, technically, you didn't need to open the messages.

0601 you hear a 'click' before a picture of your scrunched up face as Tom kisses your cheek greets you and you feel your heart ache. You open the photo gallery, and while your scrolling through all the pictures and videos, you accidentally press kn a video.

"I am with a child." You laugh as you watch him,it was raining in London, but you two were out and about, "Babe, let's get back to the car. We can just drive there."

You point the camera towards him as he jumps in a puddle, laughing loudly, pulling you along, "What are you doing with that umbrella? Get over here!" He pulls the umbrella away, "I love you." He mumbles before embracing you and giving you a kiss.

You pull away, giving him a look, "We're gonna be late to the movies, you know."

He shrugs, grinning at you and looking you like a lovesick puppy, he pulls you in again, "It's just the movies." He grins against your lips.

And then suddenly the video cuts and you're left there missing him and missing who the two of you used to be.

You smile sadly at the black screen, clutching it closer to your chest as you hug your phone, the closest thing you had to Tom, as you drift off to sleep.

[alitheamateur]

The Grind- Chapter 25

I figured parking the bike in the garage out of plain sight would be my best bet, just in case Tia spaced and happen to pass by Revel’s and let Livvy catch site of me there. As far as she knew, Cal and I were out at the pub for the first preseason Steelers game, grabbing a couple beers. I drafted Tia to persuade her into one measly night off from the unforgiving jump ropes and speedbags to go to some unrealistic, sickening, fucking chick-flick, and maybe allow her a drink. My real whereabouts had to remain unsuspected, at least for now. I planned on filling her in on all the secrets tomorrow night, and pray to God that it didn’t send her spiraling into a hissy fit just 5 days before her match with the Franklin Park gal.

I had never lied this much to anyone in my damn life, which didn’t make the fact that Liv was the victim, any easier. I had prodded through her phone, snuck out on the porch two or three times in the last week to ‘check the mailbox’ that I had already emptied earlier in the day, so I could return a missed call. I bought plane tickets with my Paypal so she wouldn’t see the transactions, and paid Mac $200 to play chauffeur to the airport, all behind the back of the woman in my life. It was for her own good, and for my own peace of mind.

I opted to reach out to Liz first, stealing her number from her daughter’s phone contacts, figuring if she and Tony were anything like my own parents, the lady of the house called the shots. I pleaded with her best I knew how, to promise we keep my little master plan hidden from Liv, and in typical female fashion, she whispered “oooh’s” and “awwww’s” about how I was just ‘too sweet and romantic for my own good.” Shit, you got a lot to learn about me, lady.

They flew in early this morning, and I gave Mac all their hotel info to pass along when he picked them up, so I could spend the day with Liv in peace, not having to duck out to answer a thousand phone calls. The Elliott’s weren’t happy about my fitting the bill for their visit to the ‘Burgh, but I insisted on treating them like royalty for the week they’d be in my city. Anyone with Livvy’s blood in their veins, deserved to be considered as such. No matter how strained the healing relationship between the three of them was, Tony and Liz were still her parents, and I’d give them that respect. Sure, the way they handled some situations with their daughter was lightyears beyond fucking foolish if you ask me, but that wasn’t my battle to fight.

I figured Revel was a happy medium for dinner on their first night. It was just hoity enough to impress them, but not stuffy enough to overwhelm them. I had to scoot Liv out the door first, knowing the dress pants and button up Ralph Lauren would’ve been a dead give away into my long list of fabrications this week. I had to work one-on-one with Tia to organize everything, directing her to keep my lady out late so I could get home first and change inconspicuously. But threaten her not to get Liv completely bombed so she wouldn’t be hung over for the surprise breakfast with her parents tomorrow morning. I only booked their hotel room for two nights, in hopes that this whole shebang wouldn’t pop off in my damn face, and Livvy would let the two of them finish out their visit at our place.

Once my helmet was strapped and locked to the bike, I turned the corner into the main lobby of the restaurant to make my way to the hostess chair. I made sure my guests were seated already, and followed the direction to our corner table, wiping two very sweaty hands on the inside lining of my slacks.

God, please don’t let them laugh me out of this place.

It was like looking straight into the face of Liv in 25 years when I locked eyes with Elizabeth, besides the blonde color of her hair, not matching her child’s now darker strands. I guess I hadn’t noticed the stark resemblance over the video chat. I smiled at the two of them, I could feel it was awkward and forced but I hoped they’d return the gesture regardless. The couple stood, and I greeted the lady first, doing my best to always mind the Ritter manners.

“So nice to meet you in person, Mrs. Eliiott. You and Livvy might as well be twins! I’m uh… I’m Colton.” Her smile wasn’t the warm, sunny one I’d grown so fond of with Liv, but she was kind enough.

Tony, patiently standing to my right, observed every little inch I moved. Typical of the father to a girl, I assumed.

“Oh, Colton, it is very nice to meet you finally. And you look so sharp!” Liz held my hand between both of hers, to appreciate the treasure of a man who could dress himself with some sense these days.

“Thank ya’, ma’am,” I blushed awkwardly. Compliments were never my strong suit.

“And Mr. Elliott, how are ya’ sir? Nice to see you.” I turned on the masculine shake when approaching her dad. My own father engrained the importance of a firm grip greeting as soon as I could talk.

“Enough with the formal stuff, Colton. Call me Tony. Although, I can admire the respect you have for your elders. To be honest, I didn’t expect such from a guy who beats people up for a living.”

Happy to shatter your stereotypical idea of me, man. But, I’d still break the nose of any fucker in this entire place who breathed the wrong way.

“Don’t let the scarred knuckles fool ya’, sir. I’m not a complete wild animal,” I tried to joke.

We sat, waiting to order, each scanning over the menu in tongue-tied silence before Liz finally broke the plain. “So, did Liv ever catch you in this big scheme, Colton? Does she know we’re here yet?”

“Actually, she’s completely clueless. Or, just letting on to be. But, she seems to be in the dark still. Ain’t real sure how I pulled it off, honestly. She usually reads me like a damn book.” I huffed with a scratchy laugh, quickly scolding myself internally for slipping a swear word.

“And this fight? Was it your idea? I mean, did you want her to get involved with it like you are?” Tony folded his menu, assumingly decided on his dinner choice, and focused he folded hands towards me. His tenor seemed almost snarky, but I was sure he hadn’t meant it that way, remembering Liv say he seemed somewhat excited over the idea.

“Actually, I hated the thought from the get-go. I lost my mind just when I thought it was all for fun. I begged her not to take it. But, you know 2-1 as well as I do. She shut me up real quick.”

“2-1?” Her mother cocked a confused smile of question.

“Oh, uhhh.. yeah. It’s just a little nickname I call her. She wears this old ratty hoodie around all the time with the number on the back. So, the name just kinda stuck.” I scratched my head before taking a generous gulp of water to lower the temperature of my smothering, sweating armpits.

“She talks about ball then? I mean, you’ve heard some about her days as a Warrior?” Tony interjected with round eyes.

“Definitely. I know it all, Mr. Elli… uh, Tony. We play sometimes on Sundays at this park down from our house. She kills me by 15+ every time.”

He smiled bittersweetly at the idea of his all-star with a ball in her hands again. And I, wanted to hit him for being so blind to the fact that she had so many other talents to be proud of, if he would just live in the now and see it.

Between our main course, and the dessert I ordered after listening to Liz read over the description in the menu more than three times, her dad brought up the inevitable. The “thing I wanted to talk to them about.”

“Okay, Colton. Now that you’ve treated us to that perfectly cooked slab of red meat, what did you want to talk with us about? Something to do with this fight, I’m sure.”

I swished another drink of water, although it was missing the bite of bourbon that I needed so fucking badly.

“Yeah, you could say that, I guess…” I answered him vaguely.

“Everything is okay though? You’re not worried for her anything, are you?” Elizabeth chimed in, sweeping a hair behind her ear, just the way Liv does.

“I’m worried for her, only because I love her. And when you walk up those steel steps, you’re takin’ a risk no matter who you are. But your daughter, she can hold her own. I see that now.” I reiterated to myself as much as her parents sitting across from me.

Tony and Liz looked away from me, now towards each other in both confusion and concern at my lack of response to the burning question of the entire damn night.

Being the coward I fucking am, and my very typical struggle for the right words, I did the only thing I knew to do that would clear the air, and satisfy their curiosity. I wriggled around in my seat, trying to loosen the opening of my pocket so I could reach in for the tiny, purple velvet box that had been burning a hole there since I left the house a couple of hours ago.

I neatly and gently placed it closer their side of the perfectly set table, and then looked down to fidget with my fingers. 

Her mom, the feminine instinct in her realizing immediately what was inside, reached for the box first, eagerly. A hand covered her opened jaw once she caught site of the custom cut, octagon shaped diamond, seated inside a silver band. The price was kept inside the secret space of a lock box I kept at the top of the closet, way beyond my housemates reach, to remind myself of the success that had allowed me to purchase something so extravagant, still not living up to what Liv really deserved. The jeweler laughed at the bizarre suggestion I had for an octagon shaped engagement diamond, but there was no convincing me into anything else. The cage was the very reason our relationship even began. Well, that along The Grind. And Drew and I had plans for that later. 

“Colton, speak up, son.” Tony leaned over to witness what had so thoughtfully touched his wife in the square shaped box. I couldn’t read his reaction, which sent my nerves straight to shit.

“Tony, I adore your daughter. That goes without sayin’….” I pasued, planning out every word in my head before I said it out loud. “I hurt her awhile back, something I still beat myself up over, and I never, ever want to see her cry like that again. I have issues of my own with anger, and I throw tantrums sometimes, but Livvy is my calm, ya’ know? She’s made me into this man who actually feels more than hate… and…. resentment. I would walk in front of a train for her, if it came to that.”

They sat very still in their seats, Liz wiping a tear here and there with the corner of her black cloth napkin, and Tony only furrowed his forehead, paying close attention to my professions.

“I didn’t know people were actually capable a’ lovin’ somebody else like this, but as soon as I think I love Livvy as much as anybody possibly could, she goes and proves my ass wrong.”

Strike two for sayin’ ass, Ritter. Liv’s gonna wash your mouth out with soap.

“I’m askin’ kindly, for a blessing from the two of you to ask Liv to marry me. It would mean a great deal to me, and I value the opinions of you both. But, if you can’t give it to me, I apologize, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life with your beautiful daughter no matter what. If she’ll have me.” I finished.

I had enough of my pop in me to know that asking for approval of the father was the right thing to do. But I had just enough thick-headed asshole in me, that I had decided on kneeling for Liv’s hand regardless of their approval. When your life once was a pathetic waste, and your mind is a dingy, manic hole like mine, you cling to any light like a fuckin’ firefly to flame. Liv was my chance, my reason. She was my light, and addiction.

“I think I can speak for Lizzie here too, when I say the respect you’ve shown us by asking, speaks a lot about your character. But Colton, this all seems a bit… rushed? I mean, it wasn’t long ago she was sitting in our dining room, explaining to us she had to flee the city for a week just to try and get some peace of mind after the way you hurt her. Now, the two of you are living together, and thinking about marriage?” Tony said.

“You’re exactly right. And, if Liv tells me she isn’t ready, then I’ll learn some patience and wait ‘til she is. But, as much as you love Mrs. Elliott here, I’m sure you’re familiar with the saying ‘when you know, you know’….”

I knew I was going to be pining for the girl the second I laid eyes on her static striken, matted hait that morning at the coffee shop. And I knew it again, the minute she walked out of Mac’s gym that night. As soon as the lingering of her sweet perfume had dissipated from that hallway, I felt my heart harden like cement.  

“Tony, you know was well as I do that Liv would want this. She loves him. Any time the sting from a breakup is as deep as she said it was, it’s meant to be.” I smiled to her mom for supporting the decision that her stern husband was still wrestling with.

There was silence while Liz devoured the chocolate desert the waiter had brought, offering me a taste, and once the check was delivered to me, an answer from the pair was still unknown.

“If ya’ want, you guys think it over. I know it’s a hefty decision,” I reasoned levelheaded.

“No need, Colton. My Livvy would never forgive me if she knew I didn’t give you my blessing.. If she loves you, and wants a life with you, well….then welcome to the family, boy.” Tony smiled, sliding the ring back, and I stood following his lead, to hug them both.

The most perfect, gorgeous, fuckin’ green eyed, smiley woman on this God forsaken earth, was going to share my last name. 

tags: @torialeysha @eap1935 @littleluna98 @mollybegger-blog

[seisukeseirin]

ROMANJI

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Oiru ni daiya ni reametaru ni onsen Kono-te de hotte omae ni yaru yo! Seikaiisan mo kimi ni purezento “We have many money for your happy！”

Raise sura mo yashinatte miseyou Okashinoshiro de budōkaida yo! Uchū ni ukanda kafe de tītaimu 「Sekai wa kawaru yo… Okane no pawā de!」 “We have many money！ money！ money！ money！ money！”

En mo doru mo mita koto wa nai no sa Subete-gao pasu no shikkusu feisesu! Aisuruhito wa Onrīwandakedo ne! 「Ore kara hanarenja nē!」 Demo, o nozominara Baito datte hajimeru yo! “We have many money for your happy！”

Sō sa! “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ Yeah！ 「Don'na zaihō yori, omae koso takarada」 “F”eat makes money！“F”ate makes many money！ Yeah！ 「1-Nichi 3-shoku, 3ttsu-boshi furukōsuda yo!」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ Yeah！ 「Parikore no fuku, tansu ni haitterukara ne」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！

“We have many money for your happy！” Sō sa! “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ Yeah！ 「O kanemochi no budōkai-sa!」 “F”eat makes money！“F”ate makes many money！ Yeah！ 「Shōtaikyaku wa kimi dakeda yo!」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ Yeah！ 「Konoyo no subete o purezento!」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！ Daifugō “F6”！

Ikuzo busu-domo!

Fugō! Fugō! Fugō to Are shiyou! Fugō! Fugō! Fugō to Are shiyou! Fugō! Fugō! Fugō to Are shiyou! Fugō! Fugō! Fugō to Are shiyou!

ENGLISH

Welcome princess！We introduce to you“F6” They are“DAIFUGO”！ “We have many money for your happy！”

Why do you have such a melancholy face? Ugly is ugly don't you know it! Let me tell you the solution “We have many money for your happy！”

Do not you want to change your destiny? I will not let the fairy tale end! Something very good will happen to you 「I will give you a point… With the power of money!」 “We have many money！ money！ money！ money！ money！”

Show me more of what you want Ask for it, I will give it to you Not an imitation Really happy ~! 「I will give it to you!」 To what you do not have Is a miracle not yet given! “We have many money for your happy！”

That's right! “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ Yeah！ 「It's all yours!」 “F”eat makes money！“F”ate makes many money！ Yeah！ 「Shut up and be mine!」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ Yeah！ 「Your happiness is carrying over」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！ “We have many money for your happy！”

Hot spring of oil, diamond and rare metal I dig it with this hand for you! I give you a world heritage as present “We have many money for your happy！”

Let's cultivate the future It's a ball at a sweets castle! Having a tea time in a floating cafe on space 「I will buy the world… With the power of money!」 “We have many money！ money！ money！ money！ money！”

I do not even see if it is yen or dollar All of the face password is SIX FACES The person I love Is ONLY ONE! 「Do not stray away from me!」 But if you wish it I even start with a part-time job! “We have many money for your happy！”

That's right! “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ Yeah！ 「From any treasure, you are also a treasure」 「3 meals a day, it's a 3 star full course!」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ Yeah！ 「Paris collection's clothes, it's in the chest of drawers」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！

“We have many money for your happy！” That's right! “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ Yeah！ 「It's a ball of rich people!」 “F”eat makes money！“F”ate makes many money！ Yeah！ 「You are the only guests!」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ Yeah！ 「All of this is my gift to you!」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！ Millionaire “F6”！

Let's go, ugly people!

Millionaire! Millionaire! Let's do that with a millionaire! Millionaire! Millionaire! Let's do that with a millionaire! Millionaire! Millionaire! Let's do that with a millionaire! Millionaire! Millionaire! Let's do that with a millionaire!

KANJI

Welcome princess！We introduce to you“F6” They are“DAIFUGO”！ “We have many money for your happy！”

どうしてそんなに憂鬱な顔してるの？ ブスがブスッとしてんじゃねぇよ！ 解決策を教えてあげましょう。 “We have many money for your happy！”

運命を変えてみたくはないか？ おとぎ話で終わらせないよ！ とってもいいコト、キミに起こっちゃうよ 「金えてあげるよ… お金のパワーで！」 “We have many money！ money！ money！ money！ money！”

もっともっと欲しがってみせてよ 求めよさらば与えられるんです イミテーションなんかじゃない ホント～のしあわせ！ 「俺がくれてやるよ！」 持たざるものには 与えられない奇跡さ！ “We have many money for your happy！”

そうさ！ “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ ウェーイ！ 「ぜんぶ君のものだよ！」 “F”eat makes money！“F”ate makes many money！ ウェーイ！ 「黙って俺に飼われてろ！」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ ウェーイ！ 「君の幸福はキャリーオーバーです」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！ “We have many money for your happy！”

オイルにダイヤにレアメタルに温泉 この手で掘っておまえにやるよ！ 世界遺産も君にプレゼント “We have many money for your happy！”

来世すらも養ってみせよう お菓子の城で舞踏会だよ！ 宇宙に浮かんだカフェでティータイム 「世界は買わるよ… お金のパワーで！」 “We have many money！ money！ money！ money！ money！”

円もドルも見たコトはないのさ 全て顔パスのSIX FACES！ 愛する人は ONLY ONEだけどね！ 「俺から離れんじゃねぇ！」 でも、お望みなら バイトだって始めるよ！ “We have many money for your happy！”

そうさ！ “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ ウェーイ！ 「どんな財宝より、お前こそ宝だ」 “F”eat makes money！“F”ate makes many money！ ウェーイ！ 「1日3食、3つ星フルコースだよ！」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ ウェーイ！ 「パリコレの服、タンスにはいってるからね」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！

“We have many money for your happy！” そうさ！ “F”ace makes money！“F”ervor makes many money！ Yeah！ 「お金持ちの舞踏会さ！」 “F”eat makes money！“F”ate makes many money！ ウェーイ！ 「招待客は君だけだよ！」 “F”unny makes money！“F”ancy makes many money！ Yeah！ 「この世の全てをプレゼント！」 “F”(F！) U(U！) GO！ Hi！！！！！！ 大富豪“F6”！

行くぞブスども！

富豪！富豪！富豪とアレしよう！ 富豪！富豪！富豪とアレしよう！ 富豪！富豪！富豪とアレしよう！ 富豪！富豪！富豪とアレしよう！

DISCLAIMER

I DO NOT OWN THIS PROPERTY (THE MUSICS NOR THE CHARACTERS), ALL CREDITS ARE GIVEN TO THE STAGE PLAY OF “OSOMATSU-SAN ON STAGE ～SIX MEN’S SHOW TIME [ おそ松さん on STAGE ～SIX MEN‘S SHOW TIME ]” AND THE MUSIC ARTIST “F6 - IZAWA YUKI [井澤勇貴], WADA MASANARI [和田雅成], KENTO ONO [小野健斗], ASATO YUYA [安里勇哉], WAGO SHINICHI [和合真一] & NAKAYAMA YUKI [中山優貴]”

[pasu-chan]

Makes me think, send me your favourite anything and I'll draw them from memory. I only have ballpoint pens and a sketchbook so it could be fun.

[aph-british-isles-head-cannons]

Why Wales is not allowed toys anymore. ft London

It’s late, and the brothers are trying to sleep, but unfortunately there is a disturbance.  -England clenches his teeth at the constant noise.  -North rolls his eyes and sits up in his bed, wondering if he should go up and do something about it. -Scotland lays there fuming like a pot about to boil over -London pulls his pillow up to cover his ears, hoping to block the noise, but to no avail. And Wales, well he stands atop the roof of their house, a small toy dragon in his right hand, screaming like a dying animal as the it passes by his face.  England: “Oh my god, WALES!! SHUT THE HELL UP!!” Wales: *clearly paying no attention to his brother, he passes the toy once more and screams* London: “SHUT UP OR I’LL COME UP THERE AND KICK YOUR BLOODY ASS!!” *London receives the same response*

Eventually Scotland has enough of Wales’s nonsense. He throws off his covers and stomps out of his room to find a way to clime up on to the roof. He succeeds in getting up there and walks right up to his little brother, his face red with anger. Scotland: “WALES! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! IF YA DON’T, I WILL MAKE IT SO YOU CAN’T  FUCKING TALK AGAIN!! Wales: *takes a small step back, and pasues. looking at Scotland, seemingly examining just how angry he has made the man. He blinks, and takes another big step back, he raises the toy once more, watching as Scotland’s eye twitches with irritation.* Scotland: “don’t you fucking da-” Wales:*extends his arm and passes the toy in front of his older brothers face, screaming once more.* Scotland:* Screams back with anger and tries to grab it.” For the next 30 minutes, England, Northern Ireland, and London, are all left with having to listen to heavy footsteps on the roof, screaming, and loud death threats.  London: “Wow. I absolutely love this family. How could I go a night without them? I just love getting the biggest  headache at 3:30 AM because I have idiots for brothers. I SURELY HAVE BEEN BLESSED HAVEN’T I!!!”  North:...No. London: -_____- # (Thanks for 10 followers~! London Does not belong to me, he is my freinds Hetalia Oc. Hope you liked him i’ll feature him more if anyone wants.)

[somaybeimbiased]

Soft

Hey there!! Could you do a domestic jongtae cute fluff where Jonghyun and Taemin are cuddly boyfriends who love soft head scratches & back scratches? I loved the Taekey domestic AU back scratch ones 💓💓💓 (Pls wrote this in fanfic form?)😌                                                -Anon

Domestic Jongtae- Soft

Taemin’s hair was always so soft.

Jonghyun was home alone on a friday evening waiting for his boyfriend to get to there. They were supposed to have a stay home date tonight at Jonghyun’s apartment. Jonghyun had a candle lit on his small table big enough for two and he was in the kitchen, humming along to the radio and stirring the pork stew he had made for their dinner. He had garlic rolls in the oven and a bowl of melon balls ready in the fridge. He heard his door opening and shutting and then the honey-like voice of his boyfriend 

“Honey, I’m home~” He called in a singsong like tone.

Jonghyun smiled and told him that he was in the kitchen as he opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out two plates and two bowls. He stood on his tiptoes to reach for the plates Taemin had put on the highest shelf last time he’d done dishes. While struggling to get a grip of two plates, Jonghyun felt and arm wrap around his waist and he saw Taemin reach out and grad two plates, just centimeters our of Jonghyun’s reach. Jonghyun pouted cutely at his boyfriend, turning as Taemin set the plates on the counter. Jonghyun’s eyes widened, “Babe.... your hair... it’s so... wow.” he stammered, reaching to run his hands through the newly cut and dyed blue hair. “mmm... it still soft too” He whispered, eyes scanning Taemin’s face. 

“Yeah, that’s why I’m a bit late, they couldn’t find the color I wanted so I had to pick a different one becuase I was not going to leave with my hair just bleached white” Taemin smiled at the shorter man.

Jonghyun grinned, “But that white hair looked so good on you, maybe you should grow it longer like that next, hm?” he said, moving to hug Taemin close to him, one hand running through the younger’s soft hair. He loved how soft it always was. 

“Are you saying you don’t like my hair short like this?”  Taemin pouted, nuzzling his cheek against the side of Jonghyun’s face. 

Jonghyun shook his head a bit, “No, you always look really hot, and stuff, but if your hair is long, there is more to pet and play with.” he mumbled.

Taemin laughed and pulled away from their embrace. “I swear you think I’m a cat sometimes”

Jonghyun smirked, “Meow meow” he mocked, turning to the empty bowls and plates on the counter behind him. 

Taemin sat on the empty counter on the other end of the kitchen, watching his boyfriend plate the food he’d made with a sweet smile on his face, he was absolutely in love with Jonghyun, so so in love. 

Their dinner was filled with light banter with lots of praise to Jonghyun’s cooking abilities and lots of teasing about how Taemin wouldn’t survive without him. 

Taemin couldn’t agree more

After dinner, Taemin did the dishes and cleaned up for Jonghyun, while the elder went and picked a movie and got their cuddle blanket (reserved only for cuddles) out of his room.  

When Jonghyun came out of the bedroom, he saw Taemin waiting for him on the couch and he smiled and pasued before entering the livingroom fully. He bit him lip as his eyes scanned the new head of blue hair his boyfriend was sporting. It really was a good fit for the younger, but if he had to be honest, he would bet that any color would look amazing on his Taemin. Jonghyun was ripped from his thoughts when he heard Taemin call to him. He blinked and made eye contact, shrugging at the younger and joining him on the couch with their cuddle blanket.

“Big or little spoon tonight?” Taemin asked quietly nuzzling his face into Jonghyun’s shoulder. They would typically switch places depending on the night or situation. Jonghyun grinned, “Big, I want to play with your hair.” he said, moving to lay down and make space for Taemin on the wide couch. 

“Yessss” Taemin hissed moving off the couch and then back on, cuddling into Jonghyun after turning the light off and starting their movie. 

Once they shifted into a comfortable position where they could both still see the screen, Jonghyun ran his hand up Taemin’s side and found his hair, rubbing his scalp softly and playing with his hair. Within minutes he heard a snore and giggled, Taemin, as always, had fallen asleep. The younger did love it when Jonghyun played with his hair.

A/N I tried, and I hope you enjoyed it. I didn’t proof read this as I don’t have the patience currently, I just want to cry tbh, but it’d okay. Jongtae always makes me feel a bit better. I hope you enjoyed the tooth decaying fluuf. 

[deathscar]

Attention

Twilight nervously shifted her feet on the floorboard. She lifted her arm towards the door, drawing a deep breath before knocking several times. With each hit on the door, she felt her heart beat quicker and quicker, eventually halting at a racing speed.

No turning back now…

The door soon swung open and the sight at the doorway made Twilight’s heart skip. The girl- No, lady, Twilight corrected herself, that stood in front of her was dressed in a ravishing purple cocktail dress. Her purple hair was tied up into a tight bun, though a few stray locks still fell over her face.

“May I help you?” The lady asked with such confidence, Twilight wondered if she somehow managed to steal some of her own.

“Y-yes, I-I’m Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight lifted her right hand to push her glasses upwards. “I-I called earlier? I’m the reporter, that… that well…” She darted her gaze down to the floor and started tapping on the thick blue folder in her hands.

“Ah yes of course,” the woman spoke with an unimpressed expression. “Please, come in.” She stepped aside and allowed Twilight to take a step into her dressing room.

Twilight entered practically shaking from head to toe. And she knew it wasn’t because of the chilly weather. Glancing to the middle of the room, she noticed two large, cushioned chairs had already been placed facing each other. In between them stood a coffee table with two cups on top, filled with what Twilight could only assume was coffee.

The lady took her seat, gesturing towards the chair in front Twilight. “Please, take a seat.”

“Y-yes. Of course.” Twilight scrambled to sit herself down, making sure the folder was held securely in her palm.

“So, you said you’d like to interview me?”

“Well, a-actually Miss Rarity-”

“Rarity is fine.” The lady interjected.

“R-right. Rarity, I said I’d like to ask you a few questions,” Twilight stammered. Every few seconds, she would have to remind herself to breathe, so as to not pass out from the nerves that were wracking her body.

“Well, please proceed,” Rarity reached forth and grabbed her cup before lifting it to her lips.

“W-well, first off,” Twilight whipped out a tiny notepad and retrieved the pencil that was behind her right ear. “I was wondering if you had any comments about the incident on the Ponyville Pier last night?”

Rarity chuckled softly. “I’m a singer dearie. Why would I know anything about the incident at Ponyville Pier? And why would I care?”

Twilight scribbled something in her notepad, a frown crossing her face. “You’d care a lot. Especially if the two girls involved in that shooting happen to be your friends?” She darted her eyes up to meet Rarity’s gaze.

Rarity’s mouth grew into a tiny, playful smirk. “Twilight Sparkle, the only friends I have in this club are several audience members. And I assure you the only ‘shooting’ they would do is with a camera.” Lifting the cup to her mouth, she gave a sip of her beverage, shutting her eyes softly as she did so.

“Is that so?” Twilight penned something in her notepad once again. She then reached into her folder, pulling out a tiny pearl.

With a flick of her wrist, she shot the pearl across the coffee table towards Rarity, who caught it effortlessly. Lifting it to her eye, Rarity shrugged. “Are you trying to bribe me?”

“No, I could never afford your bribes. But I found that at the pier, dropped onto the floor among a bunch of debris.” Twilight felt her confidence levels rising rapidly, crushing any semblance of nerves she might have had. “I managed to find the shop that sold this extremely pricey piece. And well, they directed me to the only buyer of this piece: you.” Twilight noticed a tinge of shock in Rarity’s eyes, so she quickly continued, “don’t worry. The only person that knows about this is me. Not even my partner knows.”

Rarity placed the pearl gingerly on the counter. “So then, allow me to ask you a question. What is it that you want?”

“Information,” Twilight answered without a moment’s hesitation. The answer drew a snicker from Rarity.

“As you’ve so clearly described for me, I don’t think you can afford the information I can provide.” Rarity lifted a lit cigar from a nearby ashtray. “And don’t you even think about trying to blackmail me with that tiny piece of evidence of yours.”

“I wasn’t planning to. And while I might not be able to afford it, I can offer something equal in return.”

“A trade?” Rarity scoffed, resisting the urge to laugh even more. “Darling, my sources are top notch. There will be nothing you can provide that I don’t already know.”

“I don’t agree.” Twilight smirked, pulling out an orange piece of paper from her folder. “Tell me, you must be interested in the opening of Suri’s club across the street aren’t you?”

Rarity’s eyes widened in shock, but she remained silent as she took a draw of the cigar. As she did, her eyes locked squarely onto Twilight’s purple pupils.

“Another club means more competition. And you must be worried that business will be affected. That your audience will be affected.”

Rarity raised her eyebrows as she exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air.

“I heard.” Twilight coughed, waving the smoke from her face. Trying to unerve me? Going to have to do better than that. She continued. “I heard that the opening day is supposed to be something special.” She gave a knowing smile to Rarity, who returned a smaller one in kind. “Do you know the date?”

“Next tuesday,” Rarity gave an arrogant grin. “I told you, my sources are top. Notch.”

“Not good enough it appears.” The words drew a glare from Rarity, one of both anger and curiosity. Twilight felt a chill run down her spine but swiftly steeled herself. She knew that if she were to show even a slight weakness now, she would get eaten up by the lady seated across her. “You see Rarity, you may have unofficial sources, which are great for underground meddling, but you need someone that has connections legally. Someone that can get things none of your criminal friends can.” She placed the orange paper on the table. “I know people you don’t. I know things you don’t.” With a swipe of her palm, the paper glided across the wooden table and stopped just in front of Rarity.

Rarity picked up the piece, flipping it over to reveal a promotional brochure.

‘Come for the official opening of Suri Polomare’s Club! Official opening: Tomorrow Night, 6pm! Free drinks and performances!

NOTE: Please keep this brochure secret, it will be your entry for that night! Do not, under any circumstances, share this information with non-invitees. Uncooperative members will be severely dealt with.’

Rarity lowered the paper in shock and slowly, a smile started to appear on her face. It was clear to Twilight what the expression meant.

It meant that Rarity was impressed.

“My my, this could be interesting after all. Very well. Now you have the one thing a lot of people seek from me but few get.” Rarity took another smoke from the cigar.

“Which is?”

Rarity exhaled a ring of smoke. “My attention.”

Silence enveloped the room, the only sound being the pitter-patter of the rain against the window. “So what do you want to know?” Rarity asked.

Twilight smiled wide, ripping off the page of the notepad she had been scribbling on and passing it to Rarity. An address and number appeared to be written on it, along with several short words such as ‘Jar’ and ‘Bullet’.

“You’ll know soon enough.” Twilight lifted the cup off the table, preparing to take a sip of the beverage.

“Well, a toast.” Rarity raised her cup, prompting Twilight to do the same. They lightly knocked their glasses together, sending a soft ‘clink’ echoing with the sound of rain on the window.

Twilight placed the cup to her lip and took a heavy sip. She was immediately hit with a strong bitter flavor, causing her to splutter. That is not coffee. Not just coffee anyway.

“Not a liquor drinker I presume?” Rarity furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

“N-nope. Never cared for it.” Twilight placed the cup back on the table and reclined in her chair. “No offence.”

“None taken, Twilight. You know, people much tougher and with much more power than you wouldn’t dare tell me ‘no’,” Rarity spoke in a slightly proud tone. Though Twilight couldn’t tell if she meant it as a compliment or a threat.

“Well, I’m not like most other people,” Twilight explained. Only after the words had left her lips did she realize just how prideful she sounded. She worried at what Rarity’s reaction would be.

Thankfully, Rarity gave a soft giggle, even lifting her hand to her mouth to stifle the laughs. “Clearly. And that is what I like about you. You’re not as naive as you appear.”

“Looks can be deceiving.”

Rarity chuckled once more, lifting the cigar to her lips and pushing the pearl towards Twilight.

“Hm?” Twilight grabbed the pearl and lifted it to her eye. “What’s this for?”

“You said you wanted to trade didn’t you?” Rarity gestured to the orange flyer. “Keep that for when you need a… how shall I put this? A boost.”

Twilight twisted and turned the pearl under the light. As far as she could tell, it appeared no different than any other pearl she had seen. “It doesn’t look special at all.”

Rarity’s smile melted into a cunning smirk as she stared at Twilight.

“Well,” Rarity spoke in a foreboding tone. She pressed the cigar harshly into the ashtray, giving it several turns to snuff out the fire. With her eyes still locked onto the reporter across her, she continued.

"Looks can be deceiving.”

———–

Another small fic based upon @pasu-chan’s 1930’s EqG Swing AU

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You can also check out the other Swing AU Fic I wrote here!

[pasu-chan]

[pasu-chan]

(and those who don’t, why not)

[pasu-chan]

Lol, that's not even my post, that's @apricalico 's. But too much pussy I guess?

[pasu-chan]

I’m not even going to pretend I can do Inktober this year. With my studies this year it’s near impossible. But I will at least make something for the first day of October