#so in case I'm mistaken I just wanna hear you say you got me baby are you mine?

[earl-grey-love]

This is all I've got so far unfortunately, but honestly I love it 🤭

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

sweet talk is without a doubt going to end up on my spotify wrapped this year and its all @babsvibes fault 👈🏻

these are just a few songs from my louigan playlist!! i had to leave a lot of my favorites off of this graphic for spacing reasons, and i'll include them under the cut 👇🏻

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

"and the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways - so in case i'm mistaken, i just wanna hear you say, "you got me baby, are you mine?"

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

"with her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean - she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene"

Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift

"and baby for you, i would fall from grace, just to touch your face - if you walk away, i'd beg you on my knees to stay"

Hermit the Frog - MARINA

"i can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed, and i can't help he sometimes likes to come and rest his little head"

The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

"'cause you're the last of a dying breed, write our names in the wet concrete - i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me?"

Why Did It Have To Be Me? - ABBA

"falling in love with a woman like you happens so quickly, there's nothing to do - it's only natural, but why did it have to be me?"

imgonnagetyouback - Taylor Swift

"even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you"

@louiganweek

[th30ra3k3n]

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken, I

Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby"

"Are you mine?"

[He’s] a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when [he's] not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

for @guakamole

[charaznablescanontoyota]

🎵 the classics: silconnie and darcydakota (or perhaps even sildarcy and conniekota if u are feeling spicy)

hmmMM let me do one for each

silconnie: warmth - bastille

never good, just the bad and the ugly, laid in front of you nothing quite like seeing the world through the tv's window feeling helpless, i look for distraction, i go searching for you wandering through our city to find some solace at your door

darcydakota: portions for foxes - rilo kiley

it's just bad news, bad news, bad news 'cause you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me, like you

sildarcy: don't let's start - they might be giants

don't, don't, don't let's start i've got a weak heart and i don't get around how you get around

conniekota: r u mine? - arctic monkeys

and the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways so in case I'm mistaken, i just wanna hear you say, "you got me baby"

bonus silvkota: i couldn't do it alone - the dear hunter

wait, stay pick it up if you want me, please i couldn't do it alone (a dead dog should know) i couldn't do it alone (a dead man should know)

[victor-aguilar]

I GO CRAZY CAUSE HERE ISNT WHERE I WANNA BE

AND SATISFACTION FEELS LIKE A DISTANT MEMORY

AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, ALL I

WANNA EVER SAY IS "ARE YOU MINE?"

ARE YOU MINE?

ARE YOU MINE? OH AH

I GUESS WHAT I'M TRYNA SAY IS I NEED THE DEEP END, KEEP IMAGINING MEETING, WISHED AWAY

ENTIRE LIFETIMES, LOST TRACK OF TIME AND SPACE

SHE'S A SILVER LINING, CLIMBING ON MY DESIRE

AND I GO CRAZY, CAUSE HERE ISN'T WHERE I WANNA BE

AND SATISFACTION FEELS LIKE A DISTANT MEMORY

AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, ALL I

WANNA EVER SAY IS "ARE YOU MINE?"

WELL, ARE YOU MINE? (ARE YOU MINE TOMORROW?)

ARE YOU MINE? (OR JUST MINE TONIGHT?)

ARE YOU MINE? (ARE YOU MINE?)

AND THE THRILL OF THE CHASE MOVES IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

SO IN CASE I'M MISTAKEN, I

JUST WANNA HEAR YOU SAY, "YOU GOT ME, BABY"

ARE YOU MINE?

SHE'S A SILVER LINING, LONE RANGER RIDING THROUGH AN OPEN SPACE

IN MY MIND WHEN SHE'S NOT RIGHT THERE BESIDE ME

AND I GO CRAZY, CAUSE HERE ISN'T WHERE I WANNA BE

AND SATISFACTION FEELS LIKE A DISTANT MEMORY

AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, ALL I

WANNA EVER SAY IS "ARE YOU MINE?"

WELL, ARE YOU MINE? (ARE YOU MINE TOMORROW?)

ARE YOU MINE? (OR JUST MINE TONIGHT?)

ARE YOU MINE? (ARE YOU MINE TOMMORROW, OH AH, OR JUST MINE TONIGHT?)

[yourlips-my-lips-apocalypse]

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine? Oh, ah

I guess what I'm tryin' to say is I need the deep end

Keep imaginin' meetin', wished away entire lifetimes

Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days

Great escape, lost track of time and space

She's a silver linin', climbin' on my desire

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)

Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)

Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken, I

Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby"

"Are you mine?"

[selineram3421]

Hey!! Can I request headcanons for Angel dust taking his s/o out to do karaoke? Him being the show off that he is, he really wants to impress them but reader actually steals the show instead leaving Angel like: 😳😏🥵

Ooo damn, ok.

Headcanon for Angel and his S/O:

Karaoke Night!

Angel X Reader

Today's date night was planned by Angel and he thought karaoke would be the best option. Getting a room for just the two of you and ordered a couple of drinks.

Both of you sit on the couch and start going through the list of songs on the tablet.

At first its silly songs, just for good laughs to start the night.

"Ok, ok. I've got a song!"

Angel sings Milkshake by Kelis.

When he finishes you take one last sip from your cup and hold your hand out for the microphone.

"I have the perfect song."

You sing Shoes by Kelly.

Then you both look for songs for each other to sing.

"Don't look! Just wait.", you put up the song and give him the mic.

The song you picked for Angel was Tungs by The Frights.

"Do you like my style? Have you seen my shoes? 'Cause they've been ripped to shit from walking the world for you."

When the song is done, Angel takes the tablet and puts your song.

"Your turn sweets!"

R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys shows up on the big screen.

"And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways. So in case I'm mistaken, I just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby." Are you mine?"

The next songs you choose your own.

Angel picks one and takes the mic. "Ready hun?" Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5, Christina Aguilera pops up on the screen.

"And it goes like this. Take me by the tongue, and I'll know you~ Kiss me till you're drunk and I'll show you."

He sings making his way over to the couch and starts kissing you, making you blush like crazy.

"All the moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like Jagger. I've get the mo-oo-o-ves like Jagger."

"You're gonna regret that.", you say once the song is over.

He shrugs and gives you one last peck. You put a song and take the microphone as he sits down.

Angel peeks at the song you chose. Boyfriend by Dave Cameron. His immediate thought is: Oh shit.

You smirk once he looks back at you, the song beginning to play.

"What are the chances? Everyone's dancing and he's not with you. The universe must have divined this.", you sing, slowly walking over to him.

Angel's panicking because damn. This is a really hot song and oh fuck you look hella hot right now. You sit next to him on the couch.

"What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?", you sing and grab his wrist, tugging him forward. Now he's the flustered one.

"I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did, up all night, I won't quit.", you kiss the corner of his lip. "Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman." You tilt his head to the side and whisper the next part after kissing his neck. "Plus all my clothes would fit."

.....

Anyway karaoke was fun.

.

I went through so many songs just for this.

~Seline, the person.

ML for Angel Dust🕸

[onsunnyside]

♔⌎ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Welcome to the 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 for the characters of 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 for the readers.

❝ Being an omega in this day and age isn’t easy, and these poor girls couldn’t have been more unlucky with enrolling at Howard College.

Some thirst for change, others merely want a way out, and the rest are too innocent to even notice their ultimate demise. ❞

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬: ATA!Reader (starlet), CL!Reader (legacy), SOS!Reader (cherry), NF!Reader, YG!Reader (casanova), and K!Reader (pet).

𝗔/𝗡 | where I’m from, the legal drinking age is 19, and unfortunately, I wrote this story with that in mind, so even though the legal drinking age in the U.S. is 21, just bear with me. Also, I’ll probably add new members if new projects come out !! Note: all visuals made by me (crest, dividers, moodboards, etc.) but no images belong to me. 

α (alpha) |  β (beta) |  Ω (omega)

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 | The photos used for each reader are not meant to represent a specific ethnicity, body type or ideal—the set was created for the general vibe of the reader! I imagine the readers in their early-to-mid twenties, feel free to choose a specific age yourself.

𝐇𝐂𝐕 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬:

| ATA!Reader (starlet) |  3rd Year | Ω | Theatre Arts/Drama Major | Omega Rights Activist

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an addictive union of deep coffee and vanilla with seductive hints of pear and orange blossom.

❝ And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways. So in case I'm mistaken, I just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby" "Are you mine?" ❞ — Arctic Monkeys, R U Mine

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | With dreams of velvet curtains, rows of adoring fans and flashing cameras, you’ve always been fierce with an unbreakable ambition. Your rose-coloured glasses have long since shattered, and you have the unlucky gift of seeing society for what it really is—a cruel kingdom, an unfair hierarchy based on status. Always honouring the alphas, leaving everyone else to scramble for the crumbs to survive.

The world is not a place of wonder and magic, it’s crawling with monsters who have dehumanized your kind and stripped away your rights. Although, you firmly believe not all hope is lost, you will keep fighting even if no one will listen, all it takes is to try, and you haven’t failed anything yet.

Starring in: 𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭 | #tough act: reader

| CL!Reader (legacy) |  2nd Year | Ω | Kappa Phi Legacy | Natasha’s little sister | Journalism Major

About Kappa Phi: #hc: kappa

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an uplifting mix of wild strawberries, youthful vanilla and jasmine.

❝ How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you’re always flying off to blue perfection? ❞ — Rumi, the pattern improves

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | All your life, you’ve strived for the best. Spending many years following in your mother’s footsteps, idolizing her, and allowing yourself to be belittled in the process. You thought being in Kappa Phi would solve all of your problems, mend your relationship with your mother, and get you one foot into the highly competitive world of journalism, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

Unfortunately, being Kappa Phi’s newest legacy came with a few sacrifices—from yourself, both externally and internally, and ultimately, giving up all control in your life.

Starring in: 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲  |  #captains legacy: reader

| SOS!Reader (cherry)  |  1st Year | Ω | Culinary Major & Aspiring Baker

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a combination of toasty warm florals, from freesia, rose and jasmine, with a lingering dash of baked sweets.

❝ Glued up, sometimes it's too much. I'm fucked up and clueless….life would be boring. Empty but no hurting (hurting). Is it necessary to touch when it's scary? ❞ — Melanie Martinez, Glued

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Be good and do good, honour yourself and your family, have faith in the beings of the heavens. You are sheltered and introverted, never making decisions for yourself, just obeying every command of your parents. Their guidance has bled into every inch of your life—but you don’t know any better, never having the chance to create or solve things yourself. All you had to do was follow their rules and live up to any expectations, be the virtuous daughter of their dreams.

Who knew all of that micromanaging, protection, censorship and guidance would make you the perfect prey?

❝ 3 Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? 4 The one who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god. ❞ — Psalm 24:3-4

Starring in: 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧’ | #sos: reader

| NF!Reader  |  2nd Year | Ω | Visual Arts Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a subtle cloud of grapefruit and orange with white florals, and a bit of paint.

❝ ...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough? ❞ — Vincent van Gogh

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | You love cashmere sweaters, the morning breeze and the sound of rain, the softest things hold a special place in your shy, reserved heart. A lover of the arts, but an overwhelming revere for the visual kind—sculptures, photography, painting and drawing, and even architecture.

To you, the world and its inhabitants are art, individual completed pieces, unforgeable, and remarkable in their own ways. You are art too, and you’re hanging in the Louvre. But unlike others, you are incomplete. There is an empty corner at the bottom, just waiting for a signature to finish the masterpiece—to make you into something more, an art piece that belongs to another.

Starring in: 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 | #non finito: reader

| YG!Reader (casanova)  |  4th Year | Ω | Howard College Cheerleader | was in a now shut down sorority | Fashion Major (Styling)

Note: casanova is in 3rd year in Young Gods, and 4th year in the rest of the fics.

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an attention-grabbing fusion with a woody, earthy and spicy base that leaves a faint trail of sweet patchouli behind.

❝ Out if the ash I rise....And I eat men like air. ❞ — Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus (4)

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | The seductive glamour girl, the spoiled homecoming queen, the campus brat—you’re a casanova with swaying hips and a trail of broken hearts behind you. Life was handed to you on a sparkling silver platter and at the hands of your affluent family. Practically bathing in riches, you’ve won various beauty pageants and cheerleading competitions. Being an omega is not a place of pity or loss of pride. There is an undeniable lure surrounding the lowest class—and shame is not in your vocabulary. Your status is not a curse but a blessing, omegas are sensual and captivating creatures who could own the world if they wanted but that doesn’t interest you.

You crave the perfect life with the wealth and reputation of your creditable and successful family. Even if that means an arranged marriage. Although, they never said you must be faithful, being the temptress of Howard College, you’ve had your fair share of lovers and don’t plan on being loyal anytime soon. You’d rather be caught dead than bowing at the feet of an alpha. You demand control and attention, regardless of how defiant and untamed your methods are, you will be your own god.

Starring in: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 | #yg: reader

| Kalopsia!Reader (pet)  |  1st Year | Ω | Dance Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a soft blend of sage and white tea, with inviting white iris and musk that never goes out of style.

❝ Instead it’s slow and insidious, slinking through you like ink through water, until it permeates every inch of your soul. ❞ — Karina Halle, A Nordic King

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | “Be careful, sweetheart, the city can be wicked” to your kind—it went unsaid in the postcards from your parents but you were timid, unscathed, and terribly gullible, so that warning went straight over your head. From a small town to living with your grandparents, you were so blissfully aware of the monsters that lurk within the skyscrapers and bustling streets, and most importantly, the darkness clouding Howard College.

A pristine freshman is the latest talk on campus, and you being an unmated omega only pushes you further into the spotlight. You were bound to catch the gaze of your new peers, including the popular, rugged, and cold-hearted alphas of the infamous fraternity, Arcadia Phi.

You wander straight into their trap, blinded by the endless beauty of the new big and bright city—or foolish naivety.

Starring in: 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #kalopsia: reader

[youareprobablynott]

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken,

I just wanna hear you say you got me baby

Are you mine?

Arctic Monkeys - Are you mine

[dreaming-of-assclass]

You probably expected this from me so for the ask game, Maehara pls!!

Love him!!! <3

Random things I associate with him:

Penguins

Takes forever to decide what to watch on Netflix

Running to catch a train on time

Smoothies

Perfectly clear skin

Laughing at the worst times

Necklaces

Song rec based on him:

R U Mine? By Arctic Monkeys

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken, I

Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby”

“Are you mine?”

[ilovevillains]

Singing songs in a late-night drive with the Haitani brothers 🌃

Rindo is saying: Mickey lost.

WARNING: THE MUSIC VIDEOS MIGHT HAVE FLASH LIGHTS EFFECTS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SEX, POWER PLAY, VIOLENCE.

Album: Tokyo Revengers Playlist

I can't believe Kisaki's playlist is the most popular one, LMAO 🤣!

PRELUDE:

Hello and welcome back to another Tokyo Revengers' playlist. This is the last of the first part of the playlists I made. Remember that I'm taking a break during the rest of the Christmas celebration, I'll be back on January 14, 2002.

Today is the day for the ones and only Haitani brothers, one of the duos I love 🖤 I swear this two are the type of friends that won't make you stop laughing all the time you spend with them (and you cannot change my mind 🤣). Anyways, I talk more about them in the outro, enjoy the music!

🌃 Separate and Ever Deadly, The Last Puppet Show

When we walked the streets together All the faces seemed to smile back And now the pavements Have nothing to offer And all the faces seem to need a slap

🌃 COPYCAT, billie eilish

Don't be cautious, don't be kind You committed, I'm your crime Push my button anytime You got your finger on the trigger But your trigger finger's mine

🌃 bad guy, billie eilish

I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role I'll be your animal

🌃 Savage, Bahari

I am the tide, I know you're drowning You're on a ride, be careful who you trust Don't get it twisted 'cause, I could be really into us Or I can leave you just because, because

🌃 Howl, Alexandra Savior

Handsome dictator of my crimes I can't tell if they're yours, I can't tell if they're mine Sweet revelation, bitter wine I'm dreaming but mostly I'm feeling behind

🌃 Water U, Koda

Here in my car I’m a king in a cage And the city is burning

🌃 MAMMAMIA, Måneskin

Oh, mamma-mia-ma, ma-mamma mia-ah You wanna touch my body? I say you're not allowed You wanna handle me, but I'm a bit too much I'll burn all the place down, 'cause I'm too fucking hot

🌃 So Nice to Meet You, Koko

See I can’t help but like the way you’re acting shy (shh) Not saying much and barely looking in my eyes (my eyes) I’m only here because of you I think you know that (yeah) Know that you might be everything I want you to know

🌃 R U Mine?, Artic Monkeys

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways So in case I'm mistaken, I Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby" "Are you mine?"

🌃 Heaven, The Neighbourhood

You make me feel like God And I'm watchin' you fall from above

OUTRO

Haitani, Haitani, Haitani brothers, my kings (my heavenly kings). I'm going to be honest: I went speechless for a moment here because I don't know what to say about them (I love them so much).

Of the two brothers, my favorite is Rindou, I think that I would vibe more with him (and maybe I'm wrong). Ran is okay, I love him I would hang around and make fun of a lot of shit with him, but Rindou hits me different 🤣.

What I love about them and the gang they are, in which King Izana leads, is just that they are BRUTAL. I do not like violence (sometimes is unnecessary and useless), but if someone brags about being good at fighting... they better fuc**ng be. That's the case of these two gentleman. They really are strong and brutal and I hate the fact that [IF YOU READ THE MANGA, YOU KNOW]. That's the grudge I will always have with writers and creators introducing OP characters and then you don't know what the hell just happened 🤣.

In conclusion: in this page we believe in the Haitani brothers supremacy!

Remember that I will not be publishing on December. I will resume my publishing on January 14,2022. I hope you have a good Christmas and I wish for you a new year filled with success and happiness ❤

-Villain Lover🖤

[fluffwritingcorp]

HI HELLO!! if ur in the mood, could we pretty please get some headcanons towards hanma about taking him to a festival?? since it's festival season here and already basically summer, i'd love to hear what you think would happen towards this!! super fluffy if that's okay, ur so talented and loved!! — 🐏

AHHH i love festivals and Hanma what a great combination Sheep anon:)

Route Chosen: Hanma Shuji

Yn Selected: Gn

Warnings: Hanma being Hanma, also Hanma threatening someone, and some cursing

Let the Route Begin!

You were just chilling at Hanma's house sitting on the couch with your boyfriends head in your lap when he knocked against you arm to your attention

"You don't have any plans Saturday right?"

"No why Hanma?"

"Well now you do so don't go making any got it Babe?"

"Wait Hanma what are you planning?"

He gave you a cocky smirk and just turn his head so his face would be in your lap

"Not telling it's a surprise"

"Hanma last time you said that it was because you wanted me to go to a gang meeting because and I quote 'Wanted something pretty to look at'"

"Well yeah Babe what do you want me to do look at Kisaki the entire time? I would much rather look at your cute face"

Hanma refused to tell you anything about these so called plans he had he just told you to dress casual and dress for the warm weather

Saturday came and he picked you up he still wouldn't say anything about the plans he had it wasn't long until you realized he was taking to the festival in town!

"Surprise Babe we're at the festival and I'm paying for everything"

Hanma kept that promise he would buy any food or drink you wanted plus you two rode all the rides there.

As you two were walking and discussing where you wanted to get food at you eyes got caught on a game stand where if you won you got a squishmallow (im obsessed with squsihmallows yall) not only that but it was the really big ones and they had the cow you've been wanting

"Then I told Kisaki he can shut the f- Babe are you paying attention?"

"Huh? Yeah sorry you were talking about Kisaki being a dumbass?"

Hanma's eyes followed yours to see what you were looking at and he noticed the stand that all those stuffed animals that you seemed obsessed with for some reason

"Babe do you want me to win you a squishmellow?"

"... yes"

Hanma pulled you to the stand it was a simple game all he had to do was knock down the bottles and he would win

He paid the guy at the stand and got three balls when Hanma threw them it was a perfect hit except not all of them fell Hanma kept trying but no matter how hard he threw not of the bottles would go down

"Whops sorry about that but it seems like you loose wanna try again?"

"You know what man I'll try again anything my Baby wants they get"

Hanma paid for three more balls and again not all of them would go down. Hanma did this two more times and you could tell he was getting frustrated.

"Hanma it's okay I don't have to have it"

"Naw Babe you're getting that damn cow but I think I'm realizing something"

"What?"

"I'm being cheated I should have guess it but I didn't catch on until about the third time the bottle on the bottom right corner never falls hey man you wanna tell me what that's about?"

The man behind the stand just shrugged his shoulders playing dumb

"No sir I think you're mistaken I haven't rigged anything"

Hanma got close to the guys face pulling his by his collar

"Now listen here man in case you didn't know I'm part of the Valhalla gang and i bet my boys would love to play with someone who's cheated me out of a lot of money or you can go and grab all the cow squishmellows you have and we can both go about our day. Which one are you picking?"

The man was obviously scared of Hanma now and did as he was told he grabbed all the cow squishmallows he had and handed them to him

"Good choice come on Babe grab your winnings"

You and Hanma walked away with all the cow squishmallows

"Shu you didn't have to do that you probably scared that man half to death"

"Okay and? What baby wants baby gets"

You huffed but leaned up and gave Hanma a kiss on the cheek as a thank you

"Hey shu"

"Yes babe?"

"How the fuck are we going to get these home on your motorcycle?"

Hanma paused and turned to look at you he obviously didn't think that one through

"Fuck"

I hope you enjoy it baby! I had a lot of fun with this one!

[dandelion-whirl]

Often times I can't differentiate my sentimentality of asking "Are You Mine?" and imposing 'One can't own a person'. The human idea of possessiveness is tricky and bafflingly sodomising in that you never know how fucked it is to put labels on things one doesn't even have an authority over. Even more so, "Are we...?" How does one define a "We"? Who decides who the "We" is for? Who gets to ascertain whether there truly is a "We"? Who gets to set the nomenclature right for this ascertained "We"?

"And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken, I

Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby"

"Are you mine?""

Does language even allow one to ask "Are we ours?"

Maybe it should! Seems only fair to create an ours, an us in a WE.

[briannafrostgirl]

Paper

An original story by BriannaFrostgirl

The prison cart shook violently with every bump of the road, which were numerous on the clay roads of Lemoyne. With each bump, the shackles that were wearing into Brianna Murphy's wrists and ankles rattled like an angry ghost. She'd long since given up on trying to pick the lock. Her fingers never had been well suited for such fine work and as such her skills were more than a little rusty. Her charm on the other hand...

The bounty hunter was a woman and a beautiful one at that. And well, Brianna had always had a way with the ladies...

The hunter was dressed smartly in shades of grey and black, with a red tie around her neck providing a splash of color and a gold pocket watch tucked into her best pocket. Her curly brown hair was tied up in a simple ponytail, her posture was impeccable, and she had just the right amount of sweat on her brow. She already looked plenty formidable but it was her eyes that told the full story. Deep brown and full of loss and sorrow and determination. The eyes of a woman not lightly crossed. She was focused on the road but Brianna had no doubt that she was more than ready to use the Lancaster repeater on her lap at a second's notice. She was taciturn but the smallest smile played at the corner of her lips, giving the Irishwoman the confidence to try.

"That's a fine gun," she said cheerily in a thick Galway accent. "Looks like it's got a custom frame and grip, if I'm not mistaken."

"You are not," the hunter replied with a little smile, brandishing the gun like a proud mother. "She's my pride and joy, so I keep her well maintained. Only the best for my baby, right? You like her?"

"Oh aye, she's a masterfull piece of work alright," Brianna replied with a grin. "As is the woman holding her."

The other two prisoners - a couple of Lemoyne Raiders who didn't know about bathing or laundry from the smell of them - both groaned but the hunter let out a little chuckle.

"You comin' onto me, miss?" She asked

"Depends. Is it working?" Brianna replied with a smirk.

"Only a little," the hunter laughed. "Not enough to let you out of that cage of that's what you're wondering."

"Would it help if I said I was framed?" Brianna asked playfully, batting her eyelashes coquetishly.

"Well, I got a paper here says you killed three men in Valentine" the hunter replied, brandishing the paper in question. "That true?"

"Well, you're missing some crucial context there..."

"Which is...?"

"They took my hat," Brianna shrugged. "And they cheated at cards. They were assholes, no one will miss em."

"Well that clearly ain't true since someone put a price on your head, Miss Murphy," the hunter chuckled to herself.

Brianna sighed and slumped back down in her seat.

"Looks like you done struck out," one of her traveling companions said with a gleeful smile that showed off his three remaining teeth. "I always heard you Brits was queer but Lord knows I didn't know how right that was."

"Shut your mouth or I'll have to be hanged for four murders instead of three," she replied sulkily.

"Save your threats, Irish," Toothless chuckled. "We'll be out of this cage soon enough. The Lord provides. Or in this case, my brother."

Brianna looked up from her shackles, her eyes narrowed. "Your what?"

BOOM!! The cart was thrown to the side of the road in an explosion of dirt and fire. Brianna could hear the horses bolt, could feel the blood slick on the back of her head. And she could see the other two prisoners gleefully slip out the back, cheering and hollering like wild dogs. With a groan, Brianna rolled out of her seat and followed them.

The side of the road had been torn apart by dynamite, leaving a deep rut that would no doubt annoy travelers for years to come. Toothless' compatriot had his shackles around the hunter's throat, a revolver to her head. Another man in confederate wear, the brother, she supposed, was busy breaking the lock on Toothless' handcuffs.

"What did I tell you, Irish?" He chuckled gleefully. "The Lord provides..."

His chains broken, the talkative bastard bent down and scooped up a revolver from the dirt, tossing it into Brianna's outstretched hands.

"We gotta get outta here, Clem," his brother said, his eyes flitting every which way - a walking, talking bundle of nerves. "No way the sheriff in Rhodes didn't hear that blast."

"In a minute," Toothless replied, rolling his eyes. "Jesus, Joe, you worry too goddamn much. We gotta deal with our captor first..."

He chuckled gleefully, picking up her repeater and reloading it.

"Jesus, Clem..." Joe groaned. "Just put a bullet in her head and let's go."

Brianna winced in spite of herself. "Isn't that a little excessive? Why don't we just tie her up and be on our merry way."

Toothless let out a nasty gaffaw. "You going soft, Irish? You caught feelings for this bounty huntin’ piece of trash."

He approached the hunter, getting his face within inches of hers. "Don't you want to get even with this bitch? She was gonna hang you..."

Brianna rolled her eyes.

"I think I'm gonna make it slow..." Toothless added, his voice getting even nastier if that was possible. "A drop of blood for every one my brothers she's seen hanged."

The hunter gave Brianna a determined stare. "You really sure these folks are the kind you wanna associate with, Miss Murphy?"

Brianna looked at her feet. "It's better than dyin'."

"Is it?" The hunter's gaze remained fixed on Brianna, ignoring her captors entirely. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather die with my honor intact than throw in with these inbred bastards." 

"Shut the hell up," Toothless growled, jamming the gun butt into her head. "Maybe I should just put a bullet in you right now."

Despite the blow, the hunter's gaze remained fixed on Brianna.

She sighed and cocked her gun. "Fuck it."

And with the speed and ease of a practiced marksman, she spun her revolver up and put a round into Toothless' skull.

"What the hell???"

Both Joe and the man who was holding the hunter turned their guns on Brianna, their faces full of shock as their compatriot's lifeless body slumped to the dirt. Quick as lightning, the hunter jammed her knee into her captor's groin, causing him to double over in pain and drop his revolver into her waiting hand. She spun it with grace and put two shots into Joe's chest. Before he even hit the ground, she had put a round into the third man's head and easily extricated herself from his grip.

Brianna stared at her, dumbfounded. "You... You didn't need my help at all, did you?"

The hunter winked at her. "Not really. But I wanted to see what you'd do."

Brianna's cheeks flushed. "I guess we’ve got a stop to make in Rhodes, huh?"

"I guess that depends on you..." The hunter smirked.

She pulled a piece of paper from her vest pocket and wrapped it around her revolver, tossing it to Brianna. She unfurled the paper, her jaw dropping at its contents.

"A bounty hunting license?"

"It pays the bills and it's good honest work," the hunter replied. "And as long as you're doing good, honest work, you and I don't have a problem."

She held up Brianna's wanted poster and tore it in two. "Just try not to shoot anybody else over cards, okay?"

Brianna grinned as she pulled off Joe's gun belt and slipped her two new revolvers into it. "No promises, but I will try."

"Fair enough," the hunter laughed.

She glanced around at the carnage around them, her hands on her hips.

"Well if you wanted to start on your new line of work early, I got three bodies to take into the sheriff in Rhodes and no wagon to transport them," she said with a smile.

Brianna shrugged and hoisted Toothless' corpse up onto her shoulder. "Well I got nowhere better to be, so..."

As the two women headed off down the road, hauling the three confederates along with them, Brianna glanced at her new traveling companion.

"So, uh... About earlier. I didn't have a shot with you, did I?"

The hunter gave her a playful grin. "Well, buy me a drink once we hit Rhodes and we'll see..."

[weareasong]

...

I'm a puppet on a string

Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches

Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine? Oh, ah

...

I guess what I'm tryin' to say is I need the deep end

Keep imaginin' meetin', wished away entire lifetimes

Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days

Great escape, lost track of time and space

She's a silver linin', climbin' on my desire

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)

Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)

Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

...

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken, I

Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby"

"Are you mine?"

...

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)

Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)

Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

(end)

[undertheinfluenceofmusic]

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken,

I just wanna hear you say, "you got me baby"

"are you mine?"