#so I've just been singing meow meow meow meow

[starry-bi-sky]

FUNNIEST fucking shit that comes with making Danny eleven years old when he had his accident in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" is the implication following, that everything that happened in the show did too. And I fully intend on (mostly) keeping it like that. There'll be some changes (of which I need to figure out) but for the most part??? Yeah relatively the same.

Like I FULLY intend on keeping Dark Danny occurring 6 months post accident. Do you know how fucking HILARIOUS that is??? That Dan got his ass kicked by a goddamn FIFTH-SIXTH GRADER?? I'd never show my face ever again. Homeboy spent the last ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, only to get his ass beat by a kid who hasn't even lost his last baby tooth. That's hysterical. I'm losing my mind just thinking about it.

AND PARIAH DARK TOO. Imagine being an eons old tyrant capable of dragging whole towns down into your dimension, and you get singehandedly shoved back into your coffin in less than 48 hours by a kid whose bedtime is still 8:30. You didn't even have the time to expand your army! You were still trying to take over the city the kid came from!

And he just!!! Shoves you back in!! Insane! This kid hasn't even been dead for a full year yet! He's still growing in his ghost fangs! And he just knocked you flat on your ass in an oversized mech suit. What the fuck! It's like looking down and seeing a four week old kitten meowing very indignantly at you and trying to bite your feet, except that kitten is also actually a black-footed cat and they have a 60% kill success rate, and oops! Now you're dead. You took too long laughing at the kitten trying to attack you that it clawed up your pant leg and ripped out your throat.

COULD I, realistically, span these episodes out over the course of 2.5 years prior to Danny's family dying?? Yes I could! Do I think it's hilarious (and horribly traumatizing, which makes it twice as fun) to shove all of this into the span of (roughly) a year instead?? Yes. Because the show has such a skewed timeline that I've always just assumed that at the end of the show, Danny was starting his sophomore year in high school. So fuck it, lets go for it!

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • III

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 5.4k

General fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Three - One of Us is Broken Glass (EDITED 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered-yelled, furrowing my brows at him in distaste.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded, kneeling in front of me again with an expression filled with fear and distress.

“Excuse me?” I now yelled a bit too loudly as the door below us rattled once more.

“LAPD! Open up!”

“I need you to kiss me, please,” Noah's intense gaze locked onto mine as he begged, “Just this once Y/N.”

I hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave in to Noah's desperate request. His hands gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me towards him. With complete desperation, Noah kissed me intensely.

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NOAH

My earbuds blasted music as I strolled along the sidewalk, glancing at the houses Y/N and I had passed by earlier. A few of them still had lights on despite the late hour, so I kept walking until I reached a cul de sac lined with townhouses. Putting on a ski mask and pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt, I adjusted my backpack straps and began scoping out each house, searching for a potential target. My eyes eventually landed on one with a dimly lit living room and the sound of a cat meowing at the door. Normally, I would avoid houses with lights on, but something about this one drew me in. Was it the cat? I've always been a sucker for felines.

As I approached the front door, I scanned for any security cameras while listening to the cat's cries from inside. When I confirmed that no one was home, and it was just the cat waiting for its owner, I knew I hit the jackpot.

Sighing to myself, I accepted that this was the house I had chosen for tonight's target. Maybe I could take a few minutes to pet the cat before the guilt sets in. Unzipping my backpack, I retrieved my metal tools and got to work on picking the lock. With my phone in hand, I timed myself to see how quickly I could do it; it was the only way to make this mundane task somewhat enjoyable.

Using a tension wrench and pick, I twisted and turned, feeling for the springs and listening for the pins to drop into place. It took some trial and error, but after twenty-eight seconds, the lock clicked open and I stepped inside.

The cat greeted me immediately with loud purring and winding itself between my legs. Kneeling down, I scratched behind its ears as I flipped through its collar with my covered fingers. The cat was large, with an orange-gray coat and white markings that swirled around its

As I stroked the orange cat, I couldn't help but smile at the name - Juice. The cat purred loudly, enjoying the attention. I stood up, knowing I had to get to work quickly. Grabbing my flashlight from my bag, I made my way into the living room. As I went to turn off the lamp to avoid drawing attention, my eyes wandered over the walls adorned with various band posters against the light green paint. My gaze stopped on the sleep token poster above the couch, bringing memories of Y/N's smiling face flooding back into my mind.

Well, I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear

Shaking the lyrics out of my head, I took it for a coincidence, before looking through various drawers. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I made my way through the first floor of the house, scanning each room for a bathroom, and searching for valuable medications that I could sell for a profit. The guest bathroom offered no luck, so I decided to head upstairs.

The stairs creaked under my weight as I ascended to the second floor, and once I reached the landing, I spotted another bathroom and eagerly opened its medicine cabinet. My heart raced with excitement as I saw various prescription bottles inside: Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and even cough syrup containing Dextromethorphan. This was my lucky day, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

Stuffing the bottles into my bag, I moved through the hallway towards the nearest bedroom. Juice followed me, meowing loudly at my every step. I tried to shush him, but he remained persistent in his demands for attention.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I was hit with a familiar scent of perfume. It took me a moment to place where I had smelled it before.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked around, trying to figure out where to start searching; until my eyes landed on a collection of polaroids taped above the oak wooden bed. I walked closer, and my heart sank at the sight of a woman's smiling face in each photo.

It was her house - Y/N's house.

I couldn't believe it. Out of all the houses I could have broken into, it had to be hers. Whatever sick strings fate was trying to pull, it’s turned the one good thing that’s happened to me, into a twisted game.

Feeling guilty and scared of being caught, I quickly scanned her room for any valuables before turning to leave. But just as I was about to make my escape, I heard someone opening the front door. Panic surged through me as I fought to think of an escape plan, and my hand instinctively covered my mouth, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Juice?”

It was her. Fuck.

Looking around the room frantic, I debated where I was going to hide. Closet? Bathroom? Under the bed?

“Juju baby? Where are you?”

I heard Y/N's footsteps fade towards the kitchen and took this as my cue to make a move. Every step I took across the room was accompanied by a loud creaking sound, and I cursed myself for not being more stealthy. She must have heard me; there's no way I could make it to the bathroom now.

Juice watched me with curious eyes from the corner of the room, but it was too quiet downstairs, and I knew Y/N was listening. Suddenly, Juice's head snapped towards the door at the sound of Y/N's muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart raced as he ran out of the room, leaving me alone and anxious. I quickly slid behind the closet door, peering between the cracks.

The hallway light flickered on and my breath caught in my throat. Y/N screamed before her laughter echoed through the house.

"Jesus Christ, cat! You scared the shit out of me!" she exclaimed.

Oh god, what am I going to do?

Juice came back into the room and landed on the bed, staring at the closet with wide eyes. As soon as Y/N entered, I knew I had to get out of there.

"What? Are you hungry? Your bowl is full," she said, shaking her head as she pulled off her sweater. This was my chance to escape.

I carefully slid out from behind the closet door while her back was turned. But just as I was about to pass by her, she threw her sweater into the hamper and turned around. In a moment of panic, I grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with my hand to stop any screams.

She struggled against me but I held onto her tightly.

Why didn't I just run? Why did I think this was a good idea?

With a racing heart, I turned her around to face the mirror, hoping she would see that I meant no harm.

But tears fell from her eyes as she whimpered, looking back and forth between my masked face and the gun in my waistband.

Of course, she would be afraid.

I was a masked vigilante with a gun.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said softly, my voice trembling. I knew I had to run as soon as I let go of her. She would never know it was me, and everything would be okay because I could just delete her number and never see her again...right?

Y/N's body trembled in my arms as I held her tightly. Even though I squeezed her for comfort, I knew she was far from being soothed.

"I'm going to leave, and you're going to let me. Got it?" I stated firmly, taking a deep breath before closing my eyes and preparing myself to leave this house forever.

"Please don't make a scene," I added, releasing my grip on her body slightly. As I began to step away, Y/N turned around and kicked me with all the strength she had.

"Fuck!" I cried out, doubling over in pain and protecting myself with my hands. As I tried to recover, Y/N fled the room. I knew I had to follow her; there was no way I could escape without her knowing what happened.

"You fucking creep! You followed me!" Y/N yelled, her voice dripping with anger as she pointed a knife at me when I finally exited the room. ""You're a lowlife piece of shit! Get out of my house or I'll call the cops on your sorry ass…Noah."

I locked eyes with her, feeling a wave of shame wash over me as she spoke my name with complete disdain. How did she know it was me? My clothes were different and none of my tattoos were visible.

My body shook with pain and I hunched over, leaning on her door for support.

"Please, Y/N, don't call the cops," I begged desperately.

"Why shouldn't I call the cops?" she screamed back at me, tears streaming down her face. She reached for her phone and began to dial 9-1-1, causing my stomach to drop even further in fear. I couldn't get caught - I had too much at stake.

I pleaded once more, but Y/N pressed the button and I could hear the faint ringing of the operator on the other end. Panic set in and my hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked into my waistband. Y/N's face went pale as she noticed the weapon, her lips trembling in terror. I had never seen anyone so afraid before - not even the woman from our job weeks ago.

"Hang up," I managed to whisper through dry lips. "Y/N, hang up please."

But it was too late - Y/N had already spiralled into a panic attack, gasping for air. We sat there in silence until we heard loud knocks on the front door.

"This is LAPD!"

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, frantically thinking of a plan. Usually, if you call 9-1-1 and then don't answer their call back, they send someone to check on your location to make sure you're okay. But I didn't expect them to come this quickly.

Y/N looked between me and the door, wiping away smeared lipstick from her face. Do I hide? Do I surrender?

My gaze landed on her lips and the smeared lipstick. If only we had been making out... Wait a minute. If we were passionately kissing and she accidentally called 9-1-1, it would explain everything. I quickly removed my sweater and tank top to make it look like we had been getting intimate.

Please play along Y/N, please.

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Y/N

I pulled away from Noah, trying to catch my breath as I noticed the lipstick smudged on his lips. His request was so outrageous that I couldn't help but scoff at him.

"Come answer the door with me and pretend we were just making out," he pleaded, his doe-like eyes pleading with mine. "I'll tell you everything about myself if you do this for me."

I hesitated for a moment, before nodding quickly and allowing Noah to take my hand and lead me down the stairs. He held onto my belt loop as we approached the door, opening it to reveal a uniformed man standing there.

"Hi officer?" Noah said in a confused tone, panting heavily as if we had just been in the middle of a passionate make-out session.

"Evening," the man replied, his eyes darting between us in concern.

Noah pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around me, while I played along by giving the officer a puzzled look and placing my hand on Noah's chest with false admiration.

"We received a call from this location and wanted to check in to make sure everything is alright," the officer explained, eyeing us both suspiciously. Noah must have sensed it, because he pulled me even closer and I rested my head against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Despite everything that had happened between us, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, an undeniable chemistry between us.

The officer scanned my lips before turning to study Noah's face, analyzing our deception.

"Oh really? That's odd," Noah furrowed his brows and looked down at me. I chimed in, reaching into my pockets for my phone.

"I didn't call anyone," I said,"I must have butt-dialled while you were...pushing me against the wall," I whispered through gritted teeth, loud enough for the officer to hear.

Noah's lips curled into a sly smile and he even winked at the officer. "I was away on a trip for two weeks, you know how it is."

The officer coughed awkwardly and began to look away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Alright well, stay safe you two. Have a good night."

"We will," Noah gave him a breathy laugh.

I apologized to the officer as I pulled Noah away from the door and closed it behind us. Noah let out a breath of relief, his tense muscles relaxing.

I took a few steps back, still wary of him.

"Okay, now get your shit and go," I demanded, glaring at him. "I never want to see you again." I wiped my lips, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on me just minutes ago, his mark staining my body.

"Please, let me explain," Noah pleaded, holding out his hands and taking a step closer to me. I could see the genuine concern in his eyes and it made my walls start to crumble. But I couldn't let myself trust him again so easily, so I took another step back.

"Fine," I conceded with a sigh. "You have five minutes. And put your shirt on, it's weird that you're standing here half-naked."

I led the way into the living room and plopped down on the couch, motioning for him to join me when he came back down the stairs.

Noah sat as far away from me as possible, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. We sat in silence, both feeling a sense of deja vu after our earlier encounter in the park; this time was different though.

"So," Noah began, looking at the carpet.

"So," I echoed, watching him cautiously, "you didn’t strike me as a professional criminal."

"That's what makes me good at it, I suppose." A small laugh escaped Noah's lips before he stifled it. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I know you don't believe me, but I didn't follow you," Noah said, covering his face with his hands. "The odds are astronomical, Y/N. I genuinely have no idea how I ended up at your house instead of any other one in the neighbourhood."

"Then why did you choose this house?" I asked, raising an accusative eyebrow.

Noah shrugged, "I don't know. There's no method to it. I saw your light on and heard your cat, and chose it. That's all."

"Sure," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, "maybe one day you'll admit that you're actually a stalker."

"No," Noah shook his head, "are you even listening to me?"

He sat up straight and leaned over his knees, staring intensely at me. "I swear on anything- God, Satan, whoever you want- that I had no idea this was your house.

“Even over the dead bodies of my parents."

His eyes bore into mine as he spoke and I felt a lump form in my throat. The pain in his expression made my heart ache.

"You have dead parents too?" I asked quietly, the tension in the room dissipated, filling with a sense of knowing.

Noah licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. He snapped his gaze away from me and slumped back over his knees, staring at the floor.

"My mom died of cancer," he began, "and my dad couldn't handle it so he killed himself. I was only twelve years old, but luckily my best friends took me in. They're like brothers to me."

My mouth felt dry as I listened to him. It suddenly made sense why he didn't say sorry when I told him about my own parents' death in the park. He knew that apologies wouldn't change anything and sympathy would just feel like pity, especially in this situation.

"So why were you in my house in the first place?"

Noah avoided my gaze, clearly ashamed of his actions. "Stealing, larceny, thievery - whatever you want to call it. It's one of the easiest ways to make money on the streets besides dealing drugs."

"So you're a burglar," I said, nodding and forcing a smile. "You really know how to pick 'em, Y/N," I mumbled under my breath, finding some humour in the situation.

"I wouldn't be doing this if we didn't have to," Noah replied, sinking back into the couch with his tattooed neck on display. "We owe a lot of money to a dangerous man, and this is our only way to keep up with his demands."

"Who?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite my attempt not to stare at the intricate snake design on his neck.

Noah closed his eyes. "I can't tell you for your safety."

I let out a dry laugh. "My safety was gone as soon as I offered you to sit on my couch."

"Touché," Noah chuckled. "But that's one thing I won't disclose."

"How long have you been...doing this?" I watched him closely as he turned his head.

"Long enough," he answered cryptically.

"How long, Noah? If that's even your real name."

He raised an eyebrow. "It is. Noah Sebastian, if you want to be specific. My friend Jolly always referred to it as "the grand fuck up," and it all started when I was fourteen. Since then, we've been paying off our debt every month.”

"And what exactly is 'the grand fuck up'?" I asked, noticing the letters on Noah's knuckles for the first time as he ran his thumb over them.

"It was my first job, and Jolly said I needed to do it to become a man and join the pact," Noah explained, his eyes fixated on the letters. "I stole an expensive car without knowing it had something valuable in it. The car belonged to a notorious criminal who caught us, giving us two choices: death or working for him. We chose to work off our debt and be free once it's paid off."

"Who is included in 'we'?" I inquired.

"My three friends and me," Noah replied with guilt evident in his voice. "I screwed us all over, and it's been seven years of nothing changing."

Noah closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears and the guilt that consumed him. My heart softened, wanting to comfort him and take away his pain.

"What does your tattoo say?" I asked, shifting the topic.

Noah looked at his fingers again, blinking rapidly. "Bad omens."

"Bad omens?" I repeated.

He moved closer to me and held out his hands for me to see. Without thinking, I took his hands in mine and studied the words etched onto his skin.

"An omen is a sign of things to come," Noah explained, watching my fingers trace over the letters. "But everything that comes our way seems to be bad."

"That's no way to live," I shook my head, turning sideways on the couch to face him.

"I've always lived that way," Noah shrugged, giving a small smile.

My heart ached at his words, reminding me of my former self stuck in a cycle of hopelessness and despair. A year ago, I would have said the same thing if someone had talked to me about possibilities and starting fresh. But I had worked hard to leave that behind and create a new life for myself. It was possible, but Noah was still trapped in his never-ending cycle, unable to see any glimmer of hope or change.

“I don’t even feel real anymore unless I’m in pain,” He confided, the agony evident in his voice catching me off guard. “It's not like I enjoy this cycle of suffering, but it's become my norm. I don't know how to function without it.”

Noah scoffed and looked away, trying to distract from his words. “Sometimes I wish I could just give up. Maybe then I'll see my dad again.”

My chest clenched at his words and I sat up on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “What keeps you going?” I prodded, intrigued by this mysterious man.

“My brothers. I have to fix things for them and make up for what I've done.”

“And after that? What then?” I pressed, completely invested in his enigmatic words.

Noah fell silent, his gaze fixed on the ground, lost in his thoughts. I wanted to know what was going through his mind, but we sat in silence once again, the only sound coming from the soft ticking of the living room clock. Juice had emerged from hiding and cautiously made his way into the living room. He let out a small meow and jumped onto the couch next to Noah. After sniffing him, he rubbed his head against Noah's sleeve.

“I don't know,” he finally whispered in a despondent tone, raising his hand to gently pet Juice's fur. The hair on my arms stood up as I watched Juice melt into Noah's touch - immediately accepting him and showing him love.

“You look like you could use a hug,” I surprised myself with the offer, standing up and opening my arms to invite Noah into my personal space.

He looked at me with surprise, asking "Huh?"

"Come here," I motioned for him to stand up, and after a moment of hesitation, he did.

Noah’s lanky figure approached me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body towards mine in a protective embrace. I stood on my tiptoes to place my head in the crook of his neck, squeezing his body against my chest. Noah’s breath hitched in his throat as he held himself stiffly before easing his body into our entwined limbs. His arms held me close, his head resting against my own. As his chest shook through his complacency, I breathed deeply, sighing into our hug. Noah joined me in a deep exhale, listening to our breaths as we held onto each other, exchanging memories through our hold.

I’m sorry you lost your parents. I’m sorry you’re stuck. I’m listening.

“You don’t have to carry it all yourself. Humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures.” Boldly, I held my hand against Noah’s head, capturing him and all of his wounds. As I ran my fingers through his hair, Noah’s shoulders began to shake.

Can one of us be saved?

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I have to tell myself it's better, better this way It's killing me

Soft sobs left his lips, his body vibrating through his tears.

Don't wait for the light Just fall asleep, embrace the night

The man crumbling before me was not a terrible person. He was merely a lost soul, fastened to routine and never-ending affliction.

Perhaps, I can be another step to helping him find himself. He reminded me so much of my past; I couldn’t leave him.

Even if I got hurt in the process.

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NOAH

Y/N's arms were a haven, comforting me with her gentle embrace. Her fingers ran through my hair, unearthing deep-seated memories as she held onto me.

It was hard to believe that just an hour ago, everything had been a chaotic mess. Yet here I was, crying in this woman's arms. I didn't deserve such kindness, especially after invading her privacy and trust like I did.

I hadn't opened up to anyone in a long time. My only family were Ruffilo, Folio, and Jolly; they were the only ones who saw my pain. But Y/N's touch had broken down all of my walls, causing me to completely shatter. It was baffling how someone I had only met less than 24 hours ago could have such power over me. Yet here I was, vulnerable and exposed in her embrace.

How could she be so kind and selfless? She listened and understood. Her parents were gone too. She knew the feelings of abandonment.

Keep telling myself that I was the victim You were the one that pulled away I've got a cold heart, this is the sad part I don't think I can change

But the difference was that I was corrupt. I was not the good guy; my presence was tainting her.

Can one of us be saved? I feel like I'm better, better in a grave Better in a grave Better in a grave

“What’s the next step from acquaintances?” she tried to lighten the mood, giving me a small laugh.

I pulled away, my body already infected with the remembrance of her touch against my limbs. I wiped my eyes, face reddening at the embarrassment. I can’t believe I just cried on some girl’s shoulder. She was no longer just some girl.

“I mean, I don’t know if we should even be considered friends. I broke into your house.” I scoffed, wiping my nose with my hoodie sleeve as I sniffed.

“What about acquaintance-squared?” Y/N said, “I think now that I know you’re not just Noah, we’ve upgraded.”

I laughed, “Level two friendly strangers?”

Y/N joined me, the sound that left her body angelic. Part of me wanted to listen to her melody forever.

I knew then that I was fucked. Her hooks snagged me this morning, but now they were embedded, scars bound to be permanent. There was no way I could just leave her as a forgotten memory as I had thought earlier.

She knew too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to make you something to eat.” Y/N said, smiling kindly. My phone began buzzing in my pocket; I knew it had to be one of the boys.

I immediately shook my head in protest, “No Y/N, I should go.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I don’t deserve your hospitality.” I pulled my phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Ruffilo. 32 missed texts.

Jolly: You alright?

Jolly: Almost done?

Jolly: It’s been almost two hours since I’ve heard anything.

Jolly: You should’ve been done within the first hour.

Jolly: Your location says you’re still there; where are you?

Jolly: Noah answer your fucking phone.

My anxiety must have been visible on my face when I saw the messages because Y/N noticed and asked, "Where do you live? Can I at least give you a ride home?"

I shook my head, "It's fine, I can walk."

But when Y/N checked the time and saw that it was three in the morning, she insisted, "Noah, it's not safe for you to walk alone at this hour."

I almost scoffed at her concern, but instead placed a hand on her shoulder and reassured her, "Y/N, I'll be okay."

She made a frustrated face and pouted her lips, which for some reason sent my heart racing.

"Noah," she marched towards the front door and grabbed her keys while slipping on cow-shaped slippers. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Let's go pretty boy."

"I'll walk," I said firmly, putting my phone back in my pocket.

Y/N furrowed her brows again and glared at me, causing butterflies to stir in my stomach. What is happening to me?

"You look cute when you're angry."

Y/N opened the door and pointed outside. "You think I'm cute when I'm angry? Then I'll be fucking gorgeous if you're not in my car in two seconds," she seethed.

I raised my hands in surrender and chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."

We squeezed into her small silver Chevy Spark and I joked about its size. "Could you have gotten a smaller car?"

She turned up the heat before fiddling with the music, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I must say I didn't expect to have an over 6-foot-tall thief in my passenger seat."

I rolled my eyes, knowing she had a valid point. The guilt gnawed at me once again. Y/N pressed play and the song blared through the small speakers. She turned to me and asked for the address.

"If you know where the Marlborough Motel is, that's where we're headed."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked at me. "Wait, you actually live near there?" Her expression crumpled in sympathy when I nodded. But I refused to accept her pity. We lived in that rundown motel, but it was still better than nothing.

She drove out of the driveway and towards our destination while one of us listened to the song blasting through the car speakers, its lyrics piercing my ears.

You played the cards, you know I wanted to see Behind the curtain, always pulling the strings in my head

But now I think it's time to cut the ends I won't make the same mistake again

Once she dropped me off, I would leave her behind forever. I had to, for my sanity, and hers.

“I mean, housekeeping must be a blessing?” Y/N said gently, giving me a quaint smile.

“Yes, I enjoy the smell of cheap laundry detergent and a stranger filtering through my stuff.”

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I gazed out the car window, taking in the rows of illuminated houses and streetlights as they passed by. Exhaustion weighed down my body, but I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Jolly was going to have a fit when I got home - especially now that I had dragged someone else into this mess and failed a job. Just another checkmark on the list of my screw-ups. And to top it off, I had nothing to show for all the trouble I went through.

But then my mind snapped back to reality as I remembered my backpack - the one with the gun inside. The one I had carelessly left behind at Y/N's house. Panic set in as I realized she would find it, along with all her prescription medications neatly stored inside. My heart raced at the thought of her finding those bottles.

My throat felt tight at the realization, but I swallowed the nerves, reminding myself that I’d never see her again after today. I’ll forget about her, and this. I won’t need to see her disappointment.

You got what you deserved And that was me You saw me at my worst You saw the worst in me

We arrived at the motel and I sighed, realizing the light was still on. No doubt the boys were still up waiting for me. Y/N and I sat quietly for a moment before she turned to look at me.

“Well, level two friendly stranger.” Y/N coughed, breaking the awkward silence in the cramped vehicle. I looked at her and forced a smile. She smiled back, but my heart ached with the realization that this would be our goodbye. I studied every inch of her face, trying to imprint her features into my memory. I knew I couldn't face her again after this.

"Thanks for this wild adventure," she chuckled. "It was definitely a confusing situation, but I'm glad you were my first criminal experience."

Unsure of how to respond, I attempted to make a joke. "And thank you for being my favourite victim."

My own words stung as they reminded me of my past felonies, but I supposed she truly was my favourite victim. If it wasn't too messed up to say something like that.

"Will I see you for your usual coffee?" She asked, hope seeping through her eyes. How could she want to see me again?

"Yeah," I replied with a forced laugh, lying through each breath. "See you then."

I stepped out of the car and turned to wave before opening the door to the motel room. My heart ached as Y/N drove away.

Goodbye.

Tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that I'm wrong

Chapter four

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[astoopidfool]

Fuck it Friday Delayed

Tagged by @loulou-land

Sorry for the late posting. I've been insanely sick all week and barely had the energy to exist, let alone use a computer. It also means I haven't really worked on a whole lot in the last few weeks but I'll try to give you a little som'in som'in.

“I’m not being a Grinch. I’d just like to get him settled in and thenn… maybe…” Tommy sing-sonnged as he reached out and snagged Evan’s waist and pulled him in tighter so that their bodies touched from chest to groin. He leaned in, breathing hot air against his ear, “we can spend some quality time… together.” He nipped Evan’s earlobe for a moment but was interrupted by a loud meow followed by a lithe body rubbing vigorously along the back of his calves. “Damn it.”  Tommy stepped back, tripping over the thing, only managing to not fall and bash his head against the edge of the tub due to his boyfriend’s quick reflexes. Evan’s laugh echoed in the small space as Tommy cursed. “Yeah, I don’t think Rain is too hyped by that idea.” Once righted, he pulled Tommy close once again, keeping a couple of inches between their mouths as he breathed, “But I’m very much on board.” Tommy swallowed hard even as he thought, it’s going to be like having a God damn toddler. This wasn’t exactly at the top of his list for things that excited him. That being said, he couldn’t be all that angry. Seeing Evan happy? It made the struggles worth it.

[choshasan]

Credits to; Me.

If you see this anywjere other than here or @/Mhay_B on instagram, that's not me, please report!

(Also, yes. I'm an idiot who forgot to sing it ✨️)

Anyway, I've been getting back into Hazbin Hotel lately, and I love this cute lil spider so, I drew him!

This was originally meant to be just a quick sketch of angie, and it ended up taking me 6¾ fucking episodes of Hazbin Hotel to make ✨️

I love this lil dude so much srsly...

I rarely buy plushies.. but I did buy the Angel Meow from Theplushshop cuz I love Angie so much 🫥 and I love him ✨️

[jjs-brainrot]

And with that, I've watched pretty much all of the shows I planned to check out this season. So now it's time to rank my first impressions of them!

Just as a reminder: This will be my ranking of these shows based purely on how I felt about the first 1-3 episodes. Continuations and anime that I've already read the source material for will be put into a separate rank after the rest.

Honestly, this is turning into a fantastic season already. Multiple high quality CGDCTs, lots of yuri and lots of good music from both OPs/EDs and insert songs. I genuinely have high hopes for most of the shows on my list this season.

A-Tier (sold on it in 1 episode)

Rock is a Lady's Modesty

Class S Ojou-samas rocking out while drenched in sweat and flipping each other off while also being super gay and having bdsm fantasies about each other.

This show was made for me and is already my number 1 series from this season.

Mono: Weekend Animation

Photography club yuri! Super fun and cute first episode that's already way surpassed Yuru Camp in gayness within 1 episode. Cute/pleasant vibes, very funny humor and Akiyama is already my pathetic little meow meow of the season.

A Ninja and Assassin Under One Roof (Ninkoro)

Assassin girl who has zero qualms committing murder x ninja girl who has zero qualms hiding the body yuri. The comedy was hilarious, both of the MCs had great chemistry together and the animation was Studio Shaft doing what Studio Shaft usually does. Absolutely need more.

Food for the Soul (Hibimeshi)

The foodie anime of the season that also doubles as the "she's just like me fr fr!" ultra introvert girl anime of the season. The Food porn was top tier and I related so hard with Mako's social anxieties…

I'll just have to remember not to watch this series on an empty stomach because damn that's some good food porn…

Princession Orchestra

Welcome back Symphogear…. SymphoCure?… Singing toku magical girls and also there's a disaster at a concert by episode 1 so yeah. Welcome back.

B-Tier (strong start but I need a few more episodes to lock it in)

The Catcher in the Ballpark!

You know what? Sure, I'm down to be convinced that ballparks are actually fun experiences. The cute gyaru beer seller is already doing most of the work tbh…

C-Tier (rough start but has some promise)

Nothing

D-Tier (I'll stick it out but they're on thin ice)

Guilty Gear Strive Dual Rulers

Look, I get it. Trying to summarize even a small portion of what the fuck is going on in Guilty Gear isn't easy (Woolie literally took multiple hours to do it).

But with that being said: holy hell is that a rough start for the series. Maybe it'll start pulling itself up in the next couple of episode, but those first two episodes do not give me any high hopes for the series.

…Also good luck to anyone going into this anime cold without any story context from the games (and weirdly canon pachinko machine) cause uh… it definitely expects you to already know what's going on…

F-Tier (lol, no.)

Nothing

(S)pecial-Tier (I've already read the source material or it's a continuation)

I've Been Killing Slimes For 300 Years And Maxed Out My Level S2

The immortal witch is back and ready to add more girlfriends and daughters to her harem!… and if the OP is anything to go off of, she's going to double its size.

DNF (Could be good, could be bad, but I couldn't finish episode 1 for some reason or another)

Nothing

[pastafossa]

Pet loss below the cut.

Cato was my cat. That's the long and short of it.

From the first night I had him when he curled up against my neck to fall asleep with me, to his final night when he curled up on my chest to try and comfort me, there is not a single day I've been home that I haven't had my kitten chow with me. He was my tiny shadow, always trotting along after me or singing at me from around the house with that long Siamese wail or bringing me scores of socks he hid god knows where (although once he brought me an entire umbrella instead, which he was understandably proud of). He was by my pillow every night cuddled up against my arm, and we fit together like two puzzle pieces, like that little crook in my arm was designed for him, for his exact shape and size. He was with me through my health issues, through high school and college, through moving states, through covid, through tears, through the loss of other pets. He was there as I really learned to write, and there is not a single chapter of TRT that was written without his presence for at least a section of it even if it meant I had to stop editing or writing for a bit and just stare at the words instead because he wanted to be held NOW. And he even managed to hold off the cancer just long enough to walk with me through mom's hospital stay and her return home. I was his person, and he was my soul cat, a piece of me.

I was so torn last night. He was clearly in pain, dehydrated, wobbly, confused and restless, and couldn't get to the litter box. It had been really clear this week the moment was coming, that the cancer was going to take him soon. I'd had this big plan, to have it all happen at home in peace. He hated the vet, hated the stress, but it happened so fast, and I just... knew he couldn't wait for the vet's office to open so she could come here. He'd chosen his time and it was now.

I held him at the emergency vet when they gave him the sedative. I managed to choke out that silly singing tone that always made him happy, as I called him every last nickname he knew: my Cato-wato kitten chow, my Cato kins, my little Mr. meow meow, my sweet happy baby kitty. I made sure all he could see with those big beautiful blue eyes of his was me, as I petted his soft little ears and scratched his neck just the way he liked. And he actually managed to purr for me. He purred as he slipped away and the lights went out, and it was the last sound I ever got to hear from him.

I already miss you so, so much, my sweet old kitty, my Cato kitten chow. I'm sorry it couldn't be at home. But thank you for purring for me. Thank you for spending your journey with me. Thank you for the love you gave me. Thank you for the big meows and the headbonks and perching on my shoulder to interrupt with a breaking news story of Meow Meow. Thank you for the stealing of hundreds of my socks over 16 years and the way you always wanted to sit on me regardless of convenience or your own comfort. Thank you for letting me scoop you up for head smoochies, guarding me from nightmares, and solemnly supervising over 150 chapters of TRT. My soul cat, my baby kitty, my lovebug. I will always love and miss you. And one day I'll see you again.

[bluescluesposting]

So sorry to hear about your dog. It's important to know that the grieving process, be it for humans or pets, is meant to be experienced at your own pace. Don't feel like you need "get over it", especially if someone else tells you that insensitively. Go through your feelings when you feel them and it'll make the process, while slower, a lot better emotionally.

Thank you so much 💙

This is why the blog hasn't been active lately and why I haven't been doing the day-of-the-week posts every day. This still hurts so badly. I ended up having to lock myself in the bathroom at work and cry for a few minutes on Monday since it really hit me that I'm never seeing her again. I've just felt so on edge and not wanting to do anything. She was my baby girl. She was so sweet, happy, and always excited when I came home. Now I'm trying to adjust to not having my daily routines with her (I almost put food in her bowl the day after she died), and my cat has been having a rough time- I keep seeing him looking around for her, staring at her favorite chair, and doing these long, drawn-out meows that he only does in distress. They were best buddies.

And...she loved Blue's Clues. I think it was the way Steve talked to the audience. Maybe the excited ways he'd ask if you saw a clue or something else almost sounded in her mind like "You wanna go out?" or "You want a Greenie?". One of her favorite toys was a Blue plushie that I gave her a few years ago. With most of her toys she gets pretty rough, but not with any toy that's supposed to be a dog. I'd even see her giving Blue kisses. Along with Wishbone and the 101 Dalmatians films (and TV show), this was her "thunderstorm show"- something that calmed her down whenever there was thunder outside or fireworks, two things she hated. She even barked at the end of every line in "We Just Got a Letter" once like she was trying to sing along.

But yeah, things might be slower on here for a little while. I still just need some more time.

[pretttydemonboy]

@ragsy are you afraid I can't handle a little gunpoint threat?? what do you take me for?? @zincbot oh no, a saw trap of friendship

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

lack of supervision, eldest daughter syndrome,

2. show us a picture of your handwriting?

3. three films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Repo! The Genetic Opera, Halloween (1978), and A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

"make my comics, boy" is always a classic

"purse purse tophat tophat" utterly incomprehensible but still very funny

5. what made you start your blog?

fuck if i remember, i've been here too goddamn long

6. what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

imposter syndrome/the mortifying ordeal of being known

7. what scares you the most and why?

uh. dying! because unfortunately I don't have a strong belief in any kind of afterlife so all I can think of is that my consciousness will just...end one day and wow I fucking hate that idea.

8. any reoccurring dreams?

Not really, although there was that one time I had repeated nightmares about spiders which was...fun.

9. tell a story about your childhood

one time i covered my entire house, including one of my cats, in baby powder.

10. would you say you’re an emotional person?

lmao yeah

11. what do you consider to be romance?

taking care of each other, thoughtful gestures, lil thinkin of you gifts

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

go watch Sinners in theaters right fuckign now

13. what are you doing right now?

other than answering these questions I'm listening to the Sinners soundtrack (that movie is so fucking good PLEASE GO FUCKING SEE IT)

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

take singing lessons

15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

honestly i was gonna try and come up with something poetic but I think it's just the place where I can be completely unmasked

16. if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

can i get rid of the executive dysfunction bullshit puhLEASE

17. name 3 things that make you happy

food, music, cats

18. do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

yeah bud! there's too much wack shit in the universe that we can't explain, why not ghosts and aliens

19. favourite thing about the day?

i love being awake for that like, mid morning time frame, but not actually having anywhere to go about it. mid morning just feels like a good time to do stuff.

20. favourite things about the night?

getting into bed after a long day and like, at first it's a lil chilly because it's been empty for so long, but then you slowly warm up and achieve cocoon realness

21. are you a spiritual person?

not reaaaaaally? i feel like...I want to be. sometimes. it's complicated

22. say 3 things about someone you love

the handsomest boy! with the loudest meows! and the softest fur!

23. say 3 things about someone you hate

HOPE YOU DIE HOPE YOU DIE HOPE YOU DIE

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

getting back into writing, even if i'm not super consistent, even if it's hard

25. fave season and why?

fall because summer is too hot, winter is too cold, and spring is too pollen

26. fave colour and why?

purple! it's always been my favorite color and if i'm being 100% honest, it's because it is also my mom's favorite color

27. any nicknames?

Samicus, Sam-a-Lam-a-Ding-Dong (Don't ask), Sammy, Demon

28. do you collect anything?

stickers, pins, and honestly? blankets. I have so many blankets

29. what do you do when you’re sad?

retail therapy, or i'll pop an edible and play video games and distract myself from the sads

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

i mean deadass? edibles and video games have yet to let me down

31. are you messy or organised?

both. things have their place until i put them somewhere else and forget about them and then they sit there for months on end until i finally get the motivation to move them to their proper place. also I have an actual organizational system for all my beads and i periodically reorganize them for fun

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

three!

33. any hobbies?

so many! I write, I make jewelry, i play ttrpgs, i play viddy games, etc etc

34. any pet peeves?

people who talk on the phone when they're checking out at a store

35. do you trust easily?

36. are you an open book or do you have walls up?

the best walls are the ones people don't even notice because you appear to let them in by sharing stuff you've deemed safe

uh. i mean what

37. share a secret.

i cheated on a spanish test once in middle school in the most obvious way possible it is a fucking miracle i wasn't caught

38. fave song at the moment?

Kekka Orai by Kocchi no Kento (it's the opening theme for MHA: Vigilantes and it's so fun!)

39. youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

i mean i guess the only answer really is markiplier, he's the only one I watch with any consistency and even then it's usually fnaf and outlast rewatches. he's funny and at this point it's comfort media watching him get the shit scared out of him lol

40. any bad habits?

skin picking and forgetting to eat are the biggest ones i think

JESUS CHRIST THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT IT WAS FUN

[rubydreamsuwu]

I got webfishing earlier today and it's been wacky.

Pretty much everyone I've seen on there has been from California for some reason (i originally thought it was just demographics but someone mentioned it's probably like a California server. There was one person from Oregon too so it might be a timezone thing)

There was someone playing midis on guitar and doing requests and they played like a whole set of music, including songs from Portal, Steven Universe, as well as New York I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down by LCD Soundsystem, and Night Running from BNA. The server host was going to log off so they played Want You Gone from Portal 2 to end on, and like 4-5 people (myself included) were all singing along by meowing and barking.

Also there was one point where around 3-4 people were incredibly drunk and their chat messages were nearly unreadable, and it took like an hour or two to wear off

10/10 game

[bumblee27]

RIGHT! Someone on Pinterest said that the fool in her wedding gown (Esther) and the woman from Coyote Stories (Margaret) are a couple, and the Beyond Beyond Beyond girl is their daughter, and then I blacked out and when I woke up this was in my Google docs. I honestly think it's the best thing I've ever written.

-

She kicked her heels against the legs of the chair she was sat on in a rhythmic pattern, and stared into her teacup (if it could be called that - it was a dishevelled thing, formed out of red clay from the river. She had made it when she was little, and her mother insisted it held too much nostalgic value to be thrown away.) with furrowed eyebrows, deep in concentration. She tried rotating the cup, looking for a shape in the leaves gathered at the bottom.

“Mama, can I have some help?”

The woman finished laying down the bundles of dried herbs she had just collected from their hook above the fire onto the sideboard for her lover to cut. “What do you need, my cub?”

“I'm trying to read my leaves. I think I can see an arrow, but I'm not sure.”

“Well, trust your instinct.” She leaned over her daughter's head to look into the cup. “The longer you overthink it, the more the message gets lost in translation. If the first thing you saw was an arrow, then it's probably an arrow.”

The girl nodded slowly.

The woman at the sink glanced over her shoulder from compiling the now finely chopped herbs into a large glass jar. “Esther, love, I need the next lot.”

“On it.”

The girl leaned back in her chair. “What does it mean?”

Esther looked to her partner. “Margaret? This is your speciality.”

“An arrow, was it? Uh,” she paused to think. “That means you'll find important information coming from the direction it points to.”

The girl looked at the arrow, and followed its point with her eyes to the front door. They had carved it themselves from red pine. It was ajar a fraction of an inch.

The cat that had been curled up at her feet nudged her leg with a cold nose. She smiled down at him and scratched behind his ears. Her chair scraped against the floor when she pushed it back to stand up. “I'm going out.”

“Alright, dear. Stay safe. Don't do anything your mama would.”

Esther clapped a hand to her chest as though she had just been deeply betrayed.

“Oh, but that rules out anything fun..”

Margaret turned to look at her daughter, whose sly grin stretched to the very corners of her face. Esther gave a triumphant cackle - “That's my girl!” - and ruffled her mousy hair.

“Go on, then. I'm sure there's some new discovery waiting for you ”

The girl looked down at the cat. “Come on!” and jogged over to the door.

“Be back for dinner!”

“I will!”

She paused to pull on her boots, pushing open the door and watching as a murder of crows that had been pecking at the ground in front of their house took off in various directions, expressing a number of caws of agitation at being disturbed.

She stepped out, and took a moment to breathe in the air. It was crisp, but not cold.

October was her favourite season.

She made a sort of window shape with her hands, and looked up at the sky through it. The clouds were gathered thick, and they were the colour of bone. She traced the silver lining with her finger.

An impatient meow pulled her from her thoughts. She laughed. “I'm coming, I'm coming!”

Autumn leaves crunched beneath foot and paw.

Her breath caught in her throat and she froze where she stood when somewhere, far, far away, a howl resounded through the forest. And another. And another. And then there was a whole chorus, and they were singing to the earth, and, God, it was just the most beautiful thing.

A laugh that made no noise escaped her throat, and she beamed. The wind started to pick up, so she turned her collar up against it.

And then she started to run.

Her pulse was clear, and rushing in her ears. She didn't quite know where she was going; she just ran.

Happy. And free.

[cyclogenesis]

sad stuff

So my kitty cat Klaus died yesterday. I've been worrying over her for the last month+ as she wasn't eating well, taking her to the vet a couple times and getting her on some appetite stimulates that last week just stopped working. This worried the vet enough to call us in last Friday for x-rays, where I got the awful news that she had lung cancer. (Lung cancer! At least she looked cool smoking cigs all those years.) The vet told me she had anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of weeks to live if the meds helped and she bounced back a little.

...she didn't. I couldn't get her to eat a single thing from then on; my babygirl was decidedly over it. I've spent the last six days crawling into bed with her at like 7pm and then just dozing on and off with her for like 12-14 hours, bringing her into the living room to sit next to me on the couch while I read books and looked at her every couple minutes to check if she was still breathing and cuddled her and cried into her fur. She got so skinny that she was just fluff and bones, and she just couldn't get comfortable for anything; I genuinely did not see her sleep even once unless she was doing it with her eyes open.

Three days ago I kept trying to get up for a shower but she kept looking at me so I'd just crawl back into bed with her. When I got out of the shower she had gotten herself all the way over to me to make sure the shower didn't eat me, I guess, and I petted her and she purred her increasingly whistly little purr. Two days ago I tried to make the shower quick and she was outside the bathroom door when I got out; that was as far as she could make it. Yesterday morning she could only stare at me from the bed as soon as I got out, and I got one final little flutter of a purr out of her.

I spent the last week waiting for her to die, not wanting to take my eyes off her for a minute. She managed a few little sips of water when I brought her a little bowl, but through it all she still kept trying to be normal - jumping off the couch even when it made her stumble, doing her best with the litter box even though she was so weak I had to take her out of it after myself. On Wednesday night I held her close and told her I was sorry that she was hurting so much and that I would make it stop for her and the next day I called the vets that helped our old cat Libby cross over and took the only appointment they had, for 3pm. That gave me another hour to hold her, and then they came, and they helped her finally sleep, and they took her away from me.

She was only thirteen years old. I had her since she was a baby, I helped raise her when she was a feral kitten off the street at the kitten shelter where I volunteered and then I took her home. She was fluffy and funny and purred on sight, even if you just said hello to her. I could call her name 'til my voice gave out and she wouldn't come to me, but no matter where she was in the house I could coax her out by singing her a song. I found this out one night when I was singing on the couch, really into it, and then she startled the hell out of me by licking my elbow and meowing in concern. Either my singing voice is an irresistible siren call or she interpreted it as me wailing for help. Even odds. She liked Florence + the Machine, not so much Ethel Cain. We both agreed that Paramore was out of my range but I tried it anyway. But making up a song about whatever I needed her to crawl out from under the bed for was usually the safest bet.

She had a little patch of white on her belly that I called the Nuzzle Target because when she'd roll onto her back I would stick my face in her fluffy tummy and nuzzle away. She was a spirited communicator and would let me know when it was bedtime, or when I needed to move a pillow so she could lay not on the pillow, but adjacent to it. If I slept too late in the morning, she would come in and meow at me, confirm I was awake, and then wander back out of the room. Once I came home from work and she was on the porch repeating this weird meow I'd never heard before, over and over again, and when I went to check on her she was crouched over a large weird bug on its back and I realized she'd literally been yelling "bug! bug! bug!" at me.

She leaves me with a collection of shirts and hoodies with holes in the back left shoulder because when I'd pick her up I'd sling her over my shoulder like a stole and she would knead ecstatically and then get her claws stuck in the fabric and growl at me because her claws were stuck and it was clearly my fault. She leaves me with an empty spot on the couch next to me and an empty spot on the bed and an empty spot on the windowsill where we'd sit and she'd get fresh air and I'd type away on my laptop and the local squirrel would periodically yell at us. She leaves me with an empty space in my heart.

My little muffin, my baby bear. I'll miss her forever. You better come and find me in the next one, cat.

[accirax]

combining some of @sapphireroses282's asks into one post! (what they said is indented)

2nd greet from the same person but I guess with a slightly more positive ending/reply. (Almost feels like a take two haha. 😅) Also, oooh~ I wonder what they said to him at the end to get that response~? 😏😉

Alec, with Derek threatening him at gunpoint behind the camera: haha yeah i guess my life isn't totally over asker hahahaha

given that it's for the same person and Alec somewhat retcons what he said, i do wonder if it was genuinely a re-do of a greeting that someone wasn't happy with. either way, i wonder what happened for Alec to go from 7th most favorite to most favorite in the interrim.

makes sense that he used to be a librarian, though, given his title of The Librarian. that also means he was probably making a slightly above average salary for the UK, given some baseline research. though, if he's competing to be Riya's sugar daddy, he's still losing to Connor. (/j)

My two favourite Aiden greetings~ ^^ Viester's singing voice is ❤Godly❤ and Aiden was super cute in the 2nd one~! 😊

the Aiden singing greetings make me conceptually happy because i feel like Viester enjoys the chance to learn and perform new songs for everybody. you can hear the happiness in his voice... or he's just flexing his acting skills as well, lol.

and that staring contest cracked me up. i guess the asker really did only ask about Aiden's favorite color? funny, given how everyone else seems to be asking for like three answers minimum plus a song. speaking of alternate universes, though, Aiden has the same rationale behind his favorite color as an alternate universe version of Winnie the Pooh. not the canonical one, though.

That lucky little... H-huh!? 😳 Jealous?? Who's jealous? Not me-! Who- Who said I was jealous!?!? Ok jokes aside, I'm kinda confused on why his fav dish is grilled asparagus now when he said it was spaghetti bolognese or smth in another greeting... Ah well, whatever.

i wonder how Alec's ex-wife would react to knowing that so many people are trying to rizz this dude up in her absence. then again, he's popular on the "we love pathetic men" website, so if she's not into failwives, maybe she just thinks everyone's insane.

as for the food thing, i'm guessing they might not have wanted to double up on the exact same content in greetings? like, especially if they were sent in at around the same time, i could see them not wanting the second person to feel like they were ripped off for getting the exact same info that someone else already happened to ask a little bit earlier. perhaps Alec's favorite meal is spaghetti bolognese with a side of grilled asparagus.

Yep. This is it. This is the best one. No question. It's stuff like this that truly makes me thankful for the DC fandom! 😭❤ Why did that last meow sound so suave/flirty too?!?! 😂🙈 (I'd be surprised if Raitix didn't have to do multiple takes of this because he kept bursting out laughing during it. Sounded like he was close to it tho) I'd say it was definitely worth the $80~! 😁

y'know, if they were going to go this far, they should've added cat ears as a costume as well. (/j)

Oh hey, I've just seen some art you've done for DC and stuff, do you take (free) requests?

i've been looking at setting up a ko-fi recently, so hopefully i'll have an option for paid commissions open soon!

[charliesinfern0]

my ai x ichi playlist :3 i might add some more songs and add some ideas that i had for each song, but i need to go to bed like right now -_-

edit: ok song explanation time!! :3 under the cut!

drop pop candy: its just a super cute song that i think really fits their dynamic! ai sings the first verse with a more positive outlook, while ichi sings the second verse with a bit more negative outlook, but they look forward to whatever they do together! :3 also bc of the cat lyrics hehe

Who Said Anything (About Falling In Love)?: ichi is scared of being in love,, but he is just so in love with ai... he really doesn't believe that she actually likes him at first... but she does!! :( he wants to tell her how he feels, but he doesn't want to mess up their friendship, bc he cant even believe that theyre friends!!!

Celeste: THE LYRICS JUST FIT!!! im so tempted to just copy paste all of them here but i wont,,, just the chorus ^^ 'You're something out of a dream / Messing with my head / And I've been looking for you / Are you hiding? / 'Cause I like the way you're calling to me / Your spell upon me / You're something out of a dream / And I like it, though I fight it' AAAAAA IT JUST FITS SO WELL!! especially the last couple of lines.... he likes the way she makes him feel even though he thinks he shouldnt be feeling this way about her!!!! AAUUUGHH T_T

Love At First Sight: the beginning verses make me think of how nervous he would be around her once he realizes he loves her... then the whole chorus is just so him, especially the 'Darkened nights and violent things / Vaudevillian girls and violin strings / All of the these are the prettiest things when I'm in love' line

When We First Met: one of the many things that ichi loves about ai is her hair, he always thought it looked so soft and wanted to pet it, and he always notices when she changed it, and thats what this whole song is about!! how time goes on, and he grows more in love with her with each passing day ^^

Beings: this song just gives me nostalgia from when i first got into osomatsu-san, bc i first heard it in and osomatsu-san edits compilation hehe ^^ and i found the full song on accident while looking for songs for this playlist, so it was fate!! :D

Sunburn: this song just gives such first date vibes, its so cute, he just loves her so much!!!!! also the cat's meow line is ichi :3

So Alright, Cool, Whatever: the pining... the pining ichi went through before he finally confessed!!! he was just hoping so hard that she loved him the way her loved her.... :(

[gege-wondering-around]

I hope your world is a happy one at the moment! 🩵I was wondering: what are some of the things that never fail to make you smile?

Hi darling, so sorry it took me so long to answer you! hope you are having an amazing day!💗

I've been thinking about your question since it first caught my eyes a few days ago and between thinking about the answe and dancing between drivers ed and working on my WIP i got lost in time!

Anyway!

my WIPs:

Something that never fails to make me smile are surely my WIPs! Ant time i work on them (rn only on one of'em) i get so happy with myself!

I have a very horrible memory so whenever i re-read something i wrote even a week ago, i don't remeber much of it and i get always surprised by what i wrote and by how much i like it (it's also the reason why sometimes i read the same fics without even noticing it till the end!)

I was always the kinda person who preferred to write than to speak, so I've been writing (poetry, little scenes without any connections, little works maybe never finished from when i was in middle school, and my WIPs now) for basically all my life! the major reason of why i started writing a while back was to express myself, my pain and my thoughts while i was going through a hard time in my life, but now I got to enjoy this as a way of being alive and it brightens my day to be able to write such wonderful things (I'll post a fic soon, so i promise there'll be some ground for this info in a little while).

here's a little thing i wrote in my latest fic (coming soon probably)

So, I basically love writing! I also learned english because i like writing and i never like writing in my native language...

my cat:

big old boy here is my good old pal Bounty! (nobody calls him that, but whatever ahah)

He is clumsy, fat, friendly, a ball of fur and a basic dork! He loves nothing more than to give and recieve love and he has an obsession with his food (he meows as loudly as possible when he wanna eat) and he has been by my side for 8 years now, from when i first got down a bad road to now (where i'm all better) and he has never left me!

Kindness:

It's not very tangible but it just makes me glad to have fought so i'm able to witness how kind people can be! It reminds me the world isn't just cruel and unfair, but it can be kind and caring especially when we are towards each other!

and to give you an example of kindness, i'll bring out a passion of mine i dont really talk about here...

big old pal here comes from an anime called Trigun, his name is Vash.

buddy had no other goal than to be kind to everyone in every way possible despite everyone was against him cause they thought he was the bad guy cause he was different than them (let's say, he is the personification of what keeps humanity going in the show) and buddy here wanted nothing more than to help and despite carrrying this huge big boy here

he didn't use to shot to anyone, his aim was always towards the bad guys' weapons to make them drop 'em and his air the excellent!

to me, old pal above is one of the many examples of kindness i can think about but i think i can give you another we are both familiar with...

(from pinterest)

i mean, if he isn't a symbol of kindness without pulling in any "big ones" of kindness (and by this i mean a more popular person), i don't know what else to say...

my spotify playlist of the moment:

just love these songs and i just sing them all day

and here they are!

those never fails to make me smile!

hope you're having an amazing day and im about to run to your ask box to ask the same cause im too curious now to know your answer to this🫂✨

forgive any typos <3

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 22nd November

Carole King and Gerry Goffin are having a heck of a year, aren't they? Even just a year ago, they were barely a blip on the radar, but this year, it's hit after hit. And when you get songs like this, you can see why - this is pure pop, fine-tuned and well-made for maximum appeal, with teen idol Bobby as its fresh, youthful face.

Take Good Care of My Baby - Bobby Vee (peaked at Number 3)

We open with a single piano hit, and then Bobby's voice, singing over a sparse arrangement of chords, ringing out in an alomst solemn, hymn-like style as Bobby unfolds his woes. My tears are falling, he sings, 'cause you've taken her away / And though it really hurts me so / There's something that I gotta say. And then the music picks up, the drums and the guitars jumping in to inject life back into the song. It's the same trick that Walkin' Back to Happiness pulled off, and it's one I feel like I've seen quite a lot recently, more generally. Which I'm not complaining about, because it really does work, letting you set a suitably sentimental tone, without sacrificing the pace and energy of the song. Plus, it's like a fun little surprise, the first time you listen!

Unfortunately, Bobby is still quite miserable once the song gets going. You see, he's lost his girl, and is now singing to the boy who stole her away, entreating him to take good care of my baby / Please don't ever make her blue. This feels, in some ways, like the opposite number to Hats Off to Larry. There, Del was congratulating the man who took his girl, thanking him for breaking her heart. Here, Bobby shows a more caring side, hoping that his girl's next romance treats her well. And the reason for this becomes clear as the song continues, with lines about how if I'd been true / I know she'd never be with you. Yes, while Del's girl cheated on him and broke his heart, here, it's Bobby who's being breaking the hearts. He cheated, and having your girl stolen away's just the consequence of that. Hence Bobby's defeated, wan plea, begging his successor to do a better job.

There's something delightfully pathetic about this - and it only gets worse with the final, desperate lines, letting the addressee know that if you should discover / That you don't really love her / Just send my baby back home to me. Which does, admittedly, make the poor anonymous girl sound like something you bought online that arrived in the wrong size and needs sending back. But it's also just really sad, as a line - Bobby accepting that he's lost her, fair and square, but unable to resist trying his chances, one last time. It's not the most flattering look for Bobby, but there's something that's honestly kind of appealing about a guy just being abjectly, performatively defeated like this. I dunno, I don't think you can call a real-life person a "poor little meow meow", but it's definitely vibe-adjacent, whatever Bobby's got going on here.

Musically, it's also solidly well made, which I've kind of just come to expect from these Brill Building pop numbers. They're very polished, with lots of strings and backing singers, along side the now-standard drums, guitar and piano, and often a very "full" sound, with quite a lot going on at any given time. Add in a voice that's well-suited to the song - Bobby's got a good line in "mournful but still sweet" - a and you've got a recipe for a hit. I'm not in any way surprised that this did as well as it did.

This isn't a "wow, this blew my socks off" kind of hit, but I really did appreciate the quality of this one. Plus, it made me want to give Bobby a hug, which is probably a win. He still sounds like a knock-off Buddy Holly, but it was less prominent here than it has been, on other tracks, too, which is nice.

Favourite song of the appealingly sad bunch: Take Good Care of My Baby

[walkthefallout]

Been meaning to do this for forever now, thanks @mementokore for the tag!

Get to Know your Mutuals

When I first made this blog, I was a teenager and obsessed with two bands: Fall Out Boy and Walk the Moon. I wanted something that smashed both together that sounded cool- so Walk the Fallout was created! Ended up working out and just sticking.

What is the Origin of your Blog Title?

Oh dear. I haven't been active in Fandom spaces for a long while, and that goes for the ships I shipped too. So this is gonna be a mash of what I used to be obsessed with + the ones I'm currently obsessed with!

OTPs + Shipnames:

Stolitz (Blitz x Stolas- Helluva Boss),Klance (Voltron: Legendary Defenders), Bloodweave (Astarion x Gale - Baldurs Gate 3) WyllStarion (Wyll x Astarion), probably way more, but we don't have the time for all that 💜

That's a great Question. I love cool colors - Purples, Blues, Greens, and the various shades in between!

Favorite Color:

Baldurs Gate 3, Hades, Assassin's Creed: Unity, I'm a sucker for excellent stories, gorgeous artstyles, and various ways to play the game.

Favorite Game:

Everything from Epic:The Musical. Just A Man, Dangerous, Different Beast, Legendary, WOULD YOU FALL IN LOOOVE WITH ME AGAIIIN - also Case 143 by Stray Kids- AND CAST THE BRONZE BY RAYNES- I love music. It changes all the time but there are the current earworms.

Song Stuck in your Head:

I apologize. Alot. Half the time for things that don't need to be apologized for/did not involve me to apologize for something. I also make alot of weird noises when I'm feeling strong emotions (embarrassed, happy)- squeaks, sputters, meows on the odd occasion- it's involuntary as hell and I don't realize it's happening till I'm doing it.

Weirdest Habit/Trait:

Reading, Writing, Listening to music, singing, going on walks/hikes, listening/watching Dimension 20 and the various things on Dropout

Hobbies:

I'm a Lighting Technician for a stage lighting company! We lighting for Concerts, raves, award shows, you name it! It's my job to test, clean, and repair any lights for all those different scenarios!

If you work, what's your Profession:

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

I want to be a Producer for TV and or Stage. I fell in love with the production side of things when I was in Drama in High School, and since then I've been teaching myself sound editing, video editing- I went to College for it once upon a time, but 2020 hit and I had to put a pause on that and focus on taking care of my family. Maybe someday I'll get back to it.

Something you're good at:

I'm good at writing! At least, I think so. I love to world build and put characters into different scenarios to see how they would react. I'm also good at listening to people's issues - I like making people feel heard!

Something you're bad at:

Socializing. I cannot initiate conversations or talk on the spot to save my life. I use a script when in talking to people at work - and even if I think someone is cool or chill- I just hold those feelings in and die :)

Something you're love:

I adore storytelling in nearly every aspect so far. Musicals? Leitmotifs IN said musical? Film, television, animation, books, you name it, I can't get enough of it. I love the creativity that people express due to their imaginations and experiences. I love people, Man. The possibilities for creativity and compassion are infinite.

Dimension 20. Holy moly, I cannot talk ENOUGH about the beautiful storylines and character arcs that these gorgeously talented storytellers make together. It's D&D, it's Improv, it's collaborative storytelling at it's finest, AND we get super detailed settings and maps and Battlesets? And that's not even talking about the actual players and DMs THEMSLEVES- i will go on forever.

Something you're can talk for Hours off the cuff:

Spiders, Coconut, cruelty/selfishness for the sake of it, AI of any kind, honestly. And forcing others to confirm to one specific way of thinking/life.

Something you're Hate:

I love collecting Things at different times. I collect CDs, rocks, posters, tarot card decks, Boots- my current collection I'm actively working on is Photocards and Lightsticks of different Kpop groups!

Something you Collect:

Something you Forget:

...Alot. All the time. My short term memory is garbage, I will forget what you told me the moment you tell me a second or third thing in sequence 😭

That... is an excellent question! Physical touch and Quality time, I think. If we can just sit against eachother and watch a marathon together, I'm SO good.

What is your Love Language?

Favorite Movie/Show?

Oh BOY. So many, all the time. Dimension 20, Helluva Boss, and Queer Eye are my favorite shows right Now, but my favorite of all time is Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

As for movies, my favorite as of right now is Hundreds of Beavers. I am a SUCKER for Slapstick and clever storytelling that always comes back. It's for free on YouTube and I highly recommend it!!! Of all time though, I love the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Beauty and the Beast, Dirty Dancing, and The Boys in the Band. There's definitely more, but those are my main for now!

Chicken Enchiladas with green sauce are PEAK. Also, freshly baked Red Bean paste buns. I also love Poké and Sushi- fish is my favorite meat for sure especially raw. I also jsut love seafood in general. Even if I'm not sure I'll like something, I'll still try it bevause I love eating.

Favorite Food?

Favorite animal?

Owls! Screech Owls and Barn Owls specifically. I also love Dogs - labradors and Australian Sheppards, and cats! Also Ermines/Stoats!

What were you like as a child?

Great question. As far as I've been told, I was spoiled rotten but a pleasure to have in class! I made friends with everyone I was put next to, and I was also really bright with my school work itself, so I never got in trouble. I also was just a good kid, so I didn't do anything that was actually detrimental. As I got older, I got quieter though. Life happens, trauma happens. Things change, y'know?

Favorite subject in School?

Math, History! Math always felt like I was solving puzzles and every new formula was a new one to use/solve!

History was learning the story of the world, and I was obsessed with learning about all the different cultures, as well as the details of how my country came to be how it is.

Least favorite subject?

English. Ironic all things considered, but whenever it came to analyzing stories and interpreting them, my interpretations were always "wrong" and weren't what the teachers were looking for.

What's your best character trait?

What's your worst character trait?

Everything I do when it comes to others comes from a place of wanting to understand and help them. I make it a goal to be helpful and caring above all else.

I have a very hot temper. Specifically when things go wrong or someone is intentionally being mean/ignorant, my patience runs thin very fast 😅

I would live in a place of my own. With my own rules and my own space to genuinely relax and be myself with no expectations from others. Somewhere I could be quiet and not have to worry about taking care of other people every moment of the day.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

An excellent question that I really don't have an answer to. I guess my grandma? The older I get, the more it realize I still have so many questions for her- about our family, her life, her advice... telling her the things I've experienced and learned about myself. It is what it is though. And I can only hope I'm Stull doing right by her 💜

If you could Travel in time, who would you want to meet?

Tag who you want to join as well!! I'd love to make some new Mutuals and hopefully this helps you make some as well! Let's see here

@sweetbee0108

@dknope07

@twistedkarmaa

@paranoidmoonart

Thats all I got, have fun!