#someone left me in the dryer! ;; ooc

[aliign]

hi it's brad here writing another man with anxiety from a ONE property. like / rt / follow if you're interested in interacting with an indie serizawa katsuya from mp100!

[sciass]

im gonna hop off but heres this from while i was on hiatus. gn

[20leafclover]

i saw that post the other day from someone on here abt how to make ur text small and im still in disbelief that yallve just been shift+ctrl+minus-ing it. i kept going into the html of posts and putting <small> around paragraphs like a fool and now

[little-butterfly-writes]

Hello, can you fulfill my request by writing something fluffy and hilarious yet?? What if when MC decline her date with Victor in weekend because she decided to spend her weekend day by cleaning her mess apartment until she meet an unexpected event happen... I hope this is not hard for you and many thanks if you fulfilled it :)

Messy Date

Hey! I hope this is what you wanted. Victor might be a bit OOC, but I'm unsure. If this isn't what you wanted, let me know so I can fix it.

Word Count - 1,000

Warnings - None

Friday evening in Victor's office.I hold my breath as Victor reads my report. I shift in my seat as Victor looks at me. 

"A lot of minor mistakes, but it's decent otherwise. Amend them and bring it to me on Monday." Victor says, handing me my file. I sigh, relaxing into the sofa. "Dummy, it isn't that bad being here, is it?" He runs his fingers through my head.

I nod, leaning into his hand. "My boss is so mean to me… He makes me do my reports over and over, it's a relief that he finally accepts my report." I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his stomach and looking at him.

Victor scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Well, if you think that, maybe I should be stricter." He looks down at me. I let out a whine.

"No, I want my boss to be softer like my boyfriend." I pout. Victor sits next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "I'm being strict so you'll do your best." Victor nuzzles our noses together. "But as your boyfriend and boss, I'll reward you with something. How about tomorrow night?" He looks at me with soft eyes.

Thinking back to my apartment, all the clothes and papers astrew. I get flustered at the thought. "Uhm….not this weekend. I have some plans with the girls! Can we reschedule?" I chuckle nervously. Victor furrows his brows and gives me a look of confusion. 

"Alright. Let me know when you're free." Victor says while walking me to his office door. I stand on my toes and peck his lips. "I love you, Victor." I peck his nose this time. "I love you too, dummy." He pats my back.

I head back to my apartment at the end of the day, seeing the mess. I groan, dragging my hand across my face.

Saturday, I sleep in to catch up on rest I've lost over the week. When I wake up, I sigh, looking at all the piles of laundry. It's going to be a long day. I shake my head, deciding to fix my report first.

It takes until late evening to fix. Turns out, there were so many mistakes I couldn't leave my desk.

I sigh, rubbing my temples and closing my laptop. It takes me a few minutes to realize someone is knocking on my door.

I get up to answer the door, confused. I haven't ordered food and I'm not expecting any visitors.

I open the door, gasping when I see Victor standing tall. He has bags in his hand, looking like groceries. 

"Victor, what are you doing here!?" I whisper-yell. He comes inside, closing the door behind him. "I thought you were out with friends?" He says with a suspicious tone.

"They, uh...canceled. I stayed home working." I squirm. He huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll give you five seconds to tell me the truth." He crosses his arms. My eyes widened.

"I didn't want you to see my apartment...it's a huge mess right now." I pout, looking down. A minute of silence passes by before I hear a loud chuckle. I look up at him, watching him shake with laughter. Victor wraps his free arm around my waist.

"I don't care if it's messy. I just want to spend time with you." Victor rubs my back. I rest my head on his chest.  "How about you pick up a bit while I make some dinner?" He kisses my forehead.

I nod, watching Victor walk off to the kitchen. I start by gathering all of my laundry and separating whites from colors. I put the first load in the washing machine.

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." Victor calls out. I nod to myself, sweeping the dust from the floor. 

I dump the dust and crumbs into the trash can, washing my hands after before eating. Victor sets the table, setting the plates down. I sit down, looking at him.

"Why did you stop by anyway?" I ask. He coughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I saw your light on while driving from the store. I was getting stuff for our dinner." He mumbles. I giggle at his flustered response. 

We eat dinner, talking about random things from vacations to dessert. I help him wash dishes, giggling and flicking bubbles at him.

We spend the rest of our time together on the couch. I'm curled up at his side while we watch some reality television show. "Are your clothes in the washer done?" He says while patting my head. I shake my head 'no'. 

"It'll be done soon, but I'll toss it in the dryer before bed. I don't want to start it while I'm asleep." I rub my eyes drowsily.

"Why don't you get some sleep? I'll get going after tucking you in." Victor nudges me to go get ready for bed. I give in, going to brush my teeth and put some pajamas on.

I lay in bed, watching Victor move my hamper into my closet. He comes up to me, pulling the blanket up to my chest. "Sleep well, dummy." He says sweetly with a kiss on my forehead.

I grab his sleeve a second before he's too far away. "Victor, wait." I mumble. Victor turns back to me. 

"I have some of your clothes you left here before…. You can stay the night and take them home tomorrow." I trail off, giving him puppy eyes. 

He shakes his head, shaking a bit as he laughs. "Fine, I'll stay tonight. Just for my clothes." Victor trades in slacks and a button up for pajamas I bought him just in case. 

I scooch over, giving Victor room to lay next to me. I nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his scent.

"Good night. Sweet dreams." Victor softly murmurs in my ear. 

"Goodnight Victor. I love you." I smile, busy my face into his neck.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Har-Akir Arc FINAL

“They. Let’s not misgender the horrible person I plan on burning alive.”

“At least tell them you’re the only one there because you didn’t trust us not to immediately open fire. Which, I will point out, is true.”

“Standard double boss raid tactics.”

"Our real challenge will be to locate their ring though. Didn’t they say they placed it in a hidden location?” “Ask your nerd god?”

"I've got a second broom in the hole, if anyone needs it.”

"Alright... Jonni, Marshall, and Gorbash. Come here, and I'll ask for Ioun to watch over you.” “I will try not to flash the Girls during that time. Try.”

It’s about noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, the sun is beating down. Everyone in the caravan has gone into the city to avoid the fight. Azathoth: "Wee-o-wee-woo...wa wa wa.....wee-o-wee-woo....wa WA…."

However, a barge approaches on the river bank, upon it on a throne sits a mummy in ornate gold. A crier on the skiff opens a scroll "This most supreme authority Lord Ankhtepot has been invited by the Necromancer Nima Galzona to observe their latest creation, the Sunbleacher undead. Feel free to ignore us and continue with the fight.”

Nyarlathotep: "Nima is an egg-laying mammal?”

“Oloch’s been eating his Wheeties. Somehow.”

“Also, Nima? I fucked your boots.”

Oloch: ”If the pyromancer agrees to abandon their efreeti lover to her current fate, and leave the Domains of Dread without her, then I will agree.” Jonni: “Sure.” Nima blinks. "Wow really?” Jonni: “Yup. Pinkie swear.” Marshal: "Jonni, there can be no falsehood. The Master and I WILL hold you to this vow.” Jonni: “Oh, we’ll then, fuck that.” Hex and Eldritch Blast on Nima.

You slice "Nima": to pieces, their head lands at your feet. Then its eyes open and smiles. "Get ready for a surprise!” Gorbash: “And cue the magical bullshit.”

Gorbash: “I didn't realize this was a full on asshole convention.” Jonni: “So, was that Oloch or did they fuse into a whole new asshole?” Gorbash: “I think Nima shoved an asshole into another asshole to make a Bigger asshole. And I feel dirty for having spoken those words.” Nyarlathotep: "Tha's a BIG asshole.” Marshal: "So which dispenses the ranch dressing?” "Stop saying asshole." One of the Nima says. Gorbash: “I will if you all stop being Assholes!”

“I got a shitty plan to find real Nima unless someone has a good plan?”

Three Stooges Nimas.

I should note something, after Oloch removed his cloak, the air around him feels different, dryer and hotter. The sunlight seems harsher. OOC: Does that mean fire type moves do more damage?

"Eddie, Jonni can't die. That's a rule!”

Jonni: “Guys, stupid hope to find real Nima or deal with exploding orc?” Poom: "Always exploding first!”

Anhktepot doesn't want this to play by Don King rules.

"Oh no, Oloch is using Solar Flare!”

"BURNING DEATH!” “I said the same thing to Vesh on our Anniversary.”

OSP: “I didn’t ask if my friend was out of range, I said I cast Fireball.”

“Instant gratification is bullshit. The best revenge is knowing your enemy is miserable.”

“I’m talking about an oath sworn to a major league fucking god! Do you think I want the consequences of that?” "Considering how stupid you are, yeah.”

OOC: Anybody else wanna get Yul Brynnar in play on our side?

Poom teleports to a safe distance. Like Goth Mexico.

Nima: ”Also FYI, me and Hazlik can see and hear you through the magic items we gave you.” Jonni: “I mean, I assumed they could. It’s why I kept using the rod for sexy times.” Nima: "And people think I'm a freak.”

"Darn, wish we had a cantrip to conjure up some popcorn for this.” "Admire later: we're still in the splash zone", Marshal says as he swerves to avoid a meteor.

"I've never trusted cashews.”

"I mean we're both petty, power-mad slut-mages who solve all our problem with dark magic.”

“By the way, books just a copy of the Kama Sutra I shoved in an overdue library book. Left the real one in hell.” “Huh. Wow those are some pictures.” “Yeah, this one is from the dimension where Picasso got freaky.”

Gorbash follows: Poom always knows the best escape routes.

“So… let your mom know, I just finished one blood feud, I’ve got room in my schedule for a new one.”

Irost comes running, wearing a mask and his viol from the city. "Can't talk. Priests are angry. Gotta go.”

Jonni: “Well. Looks like we’re on the road again. Next stop, killing some bitch.” Poom: "New stop, same as the old stop.”

OOC: BRB, if I seem quiet for a few minutes here and there it’s because my body has decided to stop retaining water.

OOC: I just had unexpected dogs in my apartment. OOC2: ...That is either a problem or the opposite of a problem.

OOC: I mean, Hades won't argue being an asshole.

“I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOUR FACIAL HAIR IS AMAZING!”

OOC: Now he knows all Nima has to do is say "Parmesian" and he will be their personal fight doll.

OOC: Considering our next stop, this:

OOC: I mean, not like the hell-child's gonna be any LESS deadly... Irost: “I'll get the elf outfits ready.”

OOC: Yeah, that necrosplosion almost wiped us.

OOC: ….Those Nimas were Saibamen.

OOC: Or we can mail ourselves somewhere, and rest while we are in transit.

OOC: Itty. Bitty. Living space. OOC2: Comes with the phenomenal cosmic power.

OOC: Speaking of next time, you guys are going to the cornfield.

[teatimewithbees]

not quite there

pairing: OC / Original Clone Trooper Character (hinted at)

tags: fluff, post-clone wars, kind of a fix-it, no order 66

The main character is on Kamino to look through the information about the inhibitor chips after they have been discovered and Palpatine arrested. They take the time to catch up with old friends. 

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(I’m pretty sure Alpha-17 is at least a bit ooc but I decided to ignore that because I wanted to keep this soft.

Also, this can be read as an xReader since the oc doesn’t get a name. I do use they/them pronouns for them though.)

Can also be found on ao3.

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It had been raining for most of the day now, but they came to expect that from Kamino with its constant bad weather. They still didn't like it, preferring to stay on dryer planets. Then again, it had been a necessary for them to come to Tipoca City, with the recent discoveries about the chips and the following arrest of the chancellor.

They let out a sigh as they turned away from the window, looking back at the massive amount of datapads waiting for them on the table. Their initial plan had been to get through as many as possible today, but they hadn't expected how tiring it would be to read through the massive amount of reports the Kaminoans working on Tipoca City had written about the chips and their functions.

„Is this a bad time?“ they hadn't even noticed the door opening, too deep in their thoughts.

„No, come in,“ the clone – Ink – stepped inside, the door closing behind him, „How can I help you?“

„General Ti send me to check up on you. She's been worried since you didn't come to mid meal,“ a non-committal noise left them as they slumped down onto their chair, rolling their lightsaber over the tabletop until it rested perfectly parallel to the datapad in the middle.

„I'm fine. I just got distracted by work,“ Ink nodded but still moved to put down a bottle of water and two ration bars in front of them.

„Thank you, Ink,“ he returned the smile they offered easily.

„My pleasure, general. Just make sure to show up to late meal or General Ti will pick you up,“ it wasn't much of a threat. All their former master was going to do was gently chide them for missing meals. It would throw them back into their padawan days but that wasn't necessarily bad. Their time at Master Ti's side had been great. She certainly tried to keep them as happy as possible, even when their mission had only given her limited opportunities.

„I will do my best,“ Ink only raised an eyebrow, the black standing out against the light blue of his dyed hair. The color looked fresh, as if it was only dyed recently and they assumed the absence of the Kaminoans was one reason for that. Without their controlling presence a lot of the clones seemed more relaxed when moving around the facilities. Now, they only had their rather brief previous visits to compare but their commander had said the same thing after they arrived.

Though it had also been a few hours since they'd last seen him.

„You better. Alpha's already pissed that Acid doesn't take better care of you, sir,“ they rolled their eyes before leveling a pained look at Ink.

„Do I have to go look for them?“ Ink slowly shook his head. No doubt only to make life easier for them. Then again, interrupting their work through actually doing something else and not just staring outside the window might be a good idea.

„I'm sure they're fine, sir,“ the trooper added. They raised an eyebrow, copying Ink's earlier expression. It was easy enough for him to admit defeat.

They yawned as they stood up once more and then stretched. A short pain went through their back as their spine cracked, though it was gone as fast as it came. It was a conscious decision to leave their lightsaber on the desk. They wouldn't need it for now and carrying it around would only be annoying. With any luck they would be back in the office in maybe 15 minutes anyway.

They did take one ration bar with them though, taking a quick sip from the bottle of water before indicating for to leave the room. The door locked once they both stood outside, the harsh light inside the facilities hurting their eyes after spending so much time in the rather dim office.

„Where are they?“ Ink sighed, this time, putting on the painted grey helmet out of the simple unwillingness to carry it the entire time.

„One of the training rooms,“ he informed them. Their eyebrow wandered a bit further up their forehead.

„But they're doing fine, yes?“ they were pretty sure Ink was sending them an annoyed glare through their helmet, though they were pretty much unable to tell. They could feel it, though. It was the way the trooper had tilted his head.

And the force.

„Eat your ration bar, general,“ they would make a comment about Ink ordering them around but they were hungry. Especially now, that they weren't sitting around anymore and actually took more than the two steps between the desk and the window. The smug satisfaction radiating from Ink annoyed them nonetheless.

The training room was five minutes from their office and while they hadn't expected to find Acid in full health, they also hadn't expected for their commander to be thrown across the mat as they entered. Acid hit the mat with a thud, rolling quickly up to get into a defensive position. It was tempting to just watch but that wasn't what they were here for.

„May I steal my commander back, Alpha?“ Acid looked happy enough to get away.

„Depends on his ability to take better care of you,“ an amused smile settled on their face. Hearing things from Alpha himself was always more funny than hearing them from someone else.

„It's really not his job, Alpha. Besides, he won't be able to do it if you keep this up,“ the clone snorted, his posture relaxing the further into the conversation they got. They stepped further into the room, gesturing for Acid to come over. The clone commander seemed happy to do so, jogging to cross the few meters between them.

„Take a shower. You can come back to the office with me if you want,“ they offered, speaking quiet enough to not be heard by everyone else sitting around in the training room.

„Wait for me, then, sir,“ they squeezed Acid's shoulder, smiling at him before he hurried to the bathrooms, sending a smug look at Alpha who only shook his head at him. It was them that took the initiative to walk up to him, accepting his hug, even though they could have lived without a sweaty shirt pressing against their cheek.

„Been a while, vod'ika,“ Alpha greeted now that they didn't have to yell through the entire room to talk.

„I had things to do. Relief missions to lead, all that stuff. I'm only here because Master Ti requested me.“

„I know. I suggested you,“ they snorted.

„You don't need to look out for me. I'm doing fine,“ it was half true, at least. The last month had been the least stressful ever since the war started.

„Now you are,“ and well, that was true. Still, they only rolled their eyes. They wouldn't give Alpha the satisfaction of being right when he was the reason they were now stuck on Kamino for the foreseeable future.

„And you don't have anything better to do, apparently,“ Alpha scoffed, mock offended. And, well, maybe they had missed their banter. It wasn't the same when it was just over comm. Though it was only an added bonus to being able to spend more time with Master Ti. Speaking off, their former master had apparently been worried. They should visit her before going back to work – this time hopefully with the help of Acid.

„What is more important than taking care of my vod'ika?“ they hit him against the arm, unable to hold back their laughter.

„I already said I'm doing fine. No need to beat up my commander over it. I'm not even near as bad as Master Kenobi,“ Alpha seemingly contemplated that for a moment.

„A good point, but Kenobi isn't my vod'ika. You are, though,“ their nose scrunched up when Alpha tapped against it. They batted his hand away, though they didn't bother to hide the smile that had spread on their lips at the words.

„I'm beginning to regret that status,“ they melted into the half-hug Alpha offered, exchanging meaningless banter until Acid returned. They said goodbye to Alpha, ducking away from under his arm to catch up to Acid.

Their commander was standing with Ink, though the younger clone didn't follow them but instead returned to whatever duty he had to attend.

„Let's go see Master Ti and then we'll return to the office,“ they offered, leaning into their commander as they walked through the ever the same looking corridors. Acid hooked his pinkie finger around their own, something that had started early into the clone wars as a way for the both of them to keep together during stealth missions and similar things. By now, it was more affectionate than anything else.

„Of course, general,“ he replied, their shoulders bumping together.

Life wasn't perfect yet. Not until everything had been solved and all of the clones had control over their lives but they were on the right path. Not quite there, but close.

[bughead-fic-request]

Psycho Killer: Chapter 4 - Paperwork

Summary: Archie Andrews hated when his job took him to high places. Betty Cooper loved when her job took her to posh places. Jughead’s job only took him to dark places. This is a story chronicling the lives of three young hired killers. AU/Majorly OOC, sex, swearing and violence.

Words: 3,902

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, mentions of extreme violence and cannibalism and swearing. 

A/N: I edited this myself so there are probably errors. Here is chapter 1, 2 and 3 also find the story on AO3.

Betty was awoken by her phone on Monday morning. She, Jughead and Archie had spent the rest of the weekend in an alcohol filled haze and she couldn’t remember going to bed the night before.

She began moving her arm around looking for her phone but couldn’t find it. She stopped searching when the buzzing ceased and she brought her hand to her head. “Ugh.” Betty groaned rolling over to plant her face in her pillow.

Her eyes weren't closed a minute before her phone started buzzing again. “Oh for fuck,” she muttered as she found her phone resting on her bedside table. “What?” Betty snarled as she pressed the device to her ear.

“Where the fuck are you three?” An angry English female voice yelled into the phone angering Betty’s hangover.

“Who is this?” Betty asked sitting up slowly, reaching for her underwear. She knew there was no way she was going back to sleep now.

“I have zero fucking patience for your attitude today, Agent. I need you, Agent Jones and Agent Andrews in my office in an hour.”

“Cheryl?” Betty questioned as she put on a bra and turned when she heard a knocking at the front door.

“Betty, you were supposed to be here three hours ago!” Cheryl was shouting but Cheryl was always shouting.

Betty started nudging Archie. “There’s someone at the door.” She said.

He made a mumbling noise and rolled over so his back was to her.

“What?” Cheryl asked.

“I wasn’t speaking to you, Blossom!” Betty stood when she realized getting Archie to wake up would be like raising the dead. She stumbled towards her bedroom door as the knocking became louder and more persistent.

“Where are Archie and Jughead? I’ve been calling them all morning. I hope you understand that just because all three of you are good at your jobs does not exempt you from the rules.”

“They’re sleeping. I’m getting them up now.” Betty assured her handler as she opened the door just as Jughead was opening his.

He was only wearing boxer briefs and his hair was in disarray around his head.  “What the fuck is that?” He asked Betty, he had clearly just woken up and was still disoriented.

“It’s the front door, can you get it?” She asked going back into her room.

Jughead nodded and headed down the hallway.

“COOPER!” Cheryl yelled.

“WHAT?!” Betty screamed back her accent thickening. “We’re fucking coming, I’m getting them. We will be there for the debrief!”

“I’m sending a car.” Cheryl said and hung up the phone.

Betty made a noise of frustration and threw her phone on the bed. “Archie!” She yelled at him and kicked the corner of her mattress.

He opened his eyes a sliver and he rolled over on his back with a chuckle.

“Fuck.” Betty muttered as she left her room with the intention of speaking to Jughead.

Jughead opened the front door to see their maid standing on the other side. “Right, hello Sara.” Jughead’s voice was low and raspy as he moved away from the door to allow her in.  

“Hello Mr. Jones.” Sara said quietly. She kept her eyes low and stepped into the condo. Sara hated cleaning their condo, she was terrified of Archie and Betty and petrified of Jughead. She walked past his nearly naked form, clutching her container of clean products, hoping he couldn’t see her trembling.

“There’s a large mess in the kitchen so I would start there.” He informed her. “And Sara,” the small dark haired woman finally made eye contact with him. “Stay out of the bedrooms.” There were many personal things in their bedrooms and it was easier if she just stayed out of them.

Sara nodded and stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, flinching at the blood she saw on the floor.

“Jughead?” He turned to see Betty standing at the threshold of the hallway. She was still only in a black bra and panties.

“Yeah?” He smoothed out his hair and rubbed his chest.

“We have to be at Attentäter in fifty minutes, a car will be here soon.” She turned and walked right into Archie who was completely naked.

“Morning baby.” He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

Betty looked up at him. “Please put on some fucking clothes. Sara’s here.” She growled as she moved past him and headed back to her room.

Archie looked up and smirked at their maid, “Good morning, Sara.”

Sara returned a reserved smile. She knew their jobs were confidential and she was not to talk about anything she saw when she was in their condo; at least that’s what the person who hired her told her. She knew that whatever they did they weren’t the good guys. They looked dangerous, like she could see death on their hands and feel the ghosts of their wrong doing all around her. “Good morning, Mr. Andrews,” she murmured.

Archie sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. “Fuck.” He moaned as he exhaled, leaning back into the cushion. “How much trouble do you think we’d get in if we, you know,” Archie brought his finger up to his neck and dragged it slowly, “killed Cheryl?”

“I think someone would notice, yeah.” Jughead laughed, leaning over the couch grabbing cigarette. “I’d get dressed man, Betty’s in a mood.” He brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply.

“Bets only has one mood in the morning.” Archie quipped lighting another cigarette as Jughead headed down the hallway to get dressed.

He found a white dress shirt, a navy blue sweater and dark jeans before stuffing all his dirty clothes in his laundry bag. He exited his room and walked across the hall knocking on Betty’s door. “Gather up you laundry. If Sara is here she might as well do it.” Jughead shouted.

The door flung open and Betty walked out. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, she was wearing black dress shorts, a sheer cream coloured button up with a black bra underneath and bright red stilettos. “Here,” she said smiling at him as she threw a bag full of her clothes his way. “You are going to be sweltering in that.” She motioned to Jughead’s sweater as she closed her door and went over to Archie’s room which was located at the end of the hall.

“What would you have me wear?” Jughead questioned as he watched her gather up Archie’s clothing and shove it into her own laundry bag that he was holding open. Archie’s clothes cluttered the floor along with most of his possession. He wasn’t a tidy man.

“What would I dress you in?” Betty stopped to look at Jughead with her large grin that made his heart beat faster.

“Yeah,” he shrugged leaning up against the door frame, the laundry bag knocking against his long legs.

She made a small squeal sound and clapped her hands together rapidly. Betty loved clothes and she loved when she when she could dress someone. Archie allowed her to dress him all the time but Jughead always refused.

She turned and strolled over to Archie’s closet. Jughead watched her with interest as she let her fingers run over the shirts hanging in their roommates closet. She took out a pair of khakis, a light blue shirt and draped them over her arm before picking up a pair of boat shoes.

“I hate to break it to you but I’m not going to fit into any of Archie’s clothes.” Jughead said running his large hands through his hair which he had forgotten to comb.

“I know, the naked fool in the living room needs something to wear though.” She rolled her eyes. “I need to see your closet.” She said passing Jughead giving him a playful poke in the chest.

Betty turned the handle and let herself in to a room she almost never went in. She was always shocked to see how tidy Jughead kept his bedroom considering how messy the rest of the condo was. It wasn’t an overly large space, a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, two dark bedside tables on each side with a lamp on top of both and small alarm clock on one. There was a small desk in the corner and three bookshelves jammed with books against the wall which was directly across from his row of floor to ceiling windows.

Betty put her hand on the knob of his closet door and began to turn it but stopped just before she opened it. “May I?” She asked.

“Be my guest.” Jughead’s mouth pulled into a half smile as he sat down on his bed.

She opened the door and began looking around at his wardrobe which mainly consisted of black, blue and concert t-shirts. She smiled when she found a white linen shirt in the very back. “This,” she chirped, handing it to him. “tuck it in and roll up the sleeves,” she spun and grabbed a pair of aviators off his dresser, “these too.”

Jughead stood and took off his sweater and dress shirt putting them in one of the two sacks he had collected. He put on the shirt and tucked it in as instructed. “Better?” He questioned taking the glasses from her.

He watched as she pursed her lips and looked at the shirt intensely, wisps of blonde hair framing her face. She reached forward and undid a button so some of his chest hair could be seen. “Better.” She smiled and walked out his room heading towards the living room, her heels clicking against the hardwood.

Jughead looked at himself in a full length mirror attached to his closet door. Betty was right, he did look better.

He grabbed the laundry and placed it by the washer and dryer hidden in the foyer. “Sara, please wash these as well. Fold them and leave the piles on the couch like usual.”

Sara nodded and continued cleaning the kitchen. He looked over at Betty and Archie who had just finished buttoning up his shirt. “You think that car is here yet?” Archie asked. “I want to hit The Attendant.”

“Agreed.” Betty said slipping her hand into Archie’s back pocket as they headed for the door. Jughead sighed at their affection and slid the glasses onto his face following them out of the apartment.

After they picked up coffee, the car dropped them off in front of a small office building. The three of them walked across a marble foyer before stepping into an elevator. Betty pushed the B button and they rode in silence until they reached the basement.

They transferred to a different elevator which required all three of them give a retinal scan. Once that was completed they rode the elevator for another thirty-seconds.  

The doors opened to a bustling office. Cubicles littered the space and faux windows lined the circumference of the area to give the illusion that everyone wasn’t a few miles underground. In addition to hired killers, or agents as they were normally called, a lot of paperwork, IT preparation and research was needed before and after someone was killed.

Every agent had a handler, a researcher and an IT person. Betty, Archie and Jughead were assigned to Cheryl Blossom who acted as their handler. She was the liaison between them and the client, she organized any travel and decided who would kill who and why.

Kevin Keller was their researcher; he learned the ins and outs of each mark. This information allowed the agents to be at the right place at the right time. They knew if the mark had a family, an aggressive dog, fetishes or a deep dark secret they could exploit. If an agent was sent to kill a person the chances of them having a dark secret were pretty high.

Lastly, Josie McCoy was their IT person. She would shut down video cameras, security systems, jam cell phone signals and trigger alarms; whatever they needed to get the job done.

Both Josie and Kevin were already in Cheryl’s office when the three agents entered.

“Hey guys!” Betty sang as she hugged both of them.

Josie was wearing dark grey dress pants and a lilac blouse that stood out against her dark brown skin. Her head was shaved and she wore little make-up, her full lips, velvety looking skin and large brown eyes didn’t need it. Josie was always business casual.

Kevin on the other hand was wearing a faded Jurassic Park t-shirt and distressed jeans. A few tattoos were scattered against his skin and his brown hair was short against his head. His glasses kept slipping down his nose which he had to keep pushing up while he waited for Betty to hug him. Kevin was one of the nicest people Betty, Archie or Jughead had ever met, he was rarely seen without a smile ear to ear.

Archie took a seat, grabbing the croissant which was sitting on a plate on Cheryl’s desk and took a large bite. Archie liked debriefs, he hated everything leading up to them but the actually debrief he loved, he got off on hearing how amazing he was.

He looked over at Jughead who took the seat next to his and offered him the rest of the flakey pastry. “You hungry?”

Jughead shook his head and pushed his sunglasses up so they were resting on his head. He hated debriefs, he hated going over the events of his most recent kill.

Betty sat down beside Jughead and settled in for what she knew was going to be a boring twenty minutes. Betty was indifferent to the debriefs, she knew they needed to be done but were ultimately pointless, everything always went according to plan.

Cheryl entered the room in her usually huff. Her red hair was combed back in a perfect, frizz free ponytail and she was dressed in a fitted black suit with a black shirt underneath. “So wonderful of you three to join us.” She said bitingly as she took her seat. “I just wanted to congratulate all three of you on very successful-” she stopped talking when she looked down at the empty plate on her desk. “Did someone eat my croissant?”

“Oh, was that not put out for us?” Archie asked trying to appear as innocent as possible. He knew from the moment he took the croissant it was for his handler.

“Why would I put out one croissant for six people?” She snapped, her pale skin flushed as red as the lipstick that covered her full lips.

Archie shrugged trying his hardest to hide his smirk. “You’re a weird chick, I thought maybe it was like an experiment or something. If we had the balls to take the croissant then we’d win a prize.”

Cheryl stared at him dumbfounded before turning to Betty with a shake of her head.

“You are unbelievable sometimes.” Jughead muttered to his friend.

“What? I was hungry.” Archie grinned. “You look nice by the way.”

“Thanks.” Jughead replied with a small smile.

“Betty, everything went perfectly with James Stephenson and Mr. Todd is more than pleased.” She handed Betty the file which she would have to close with her final remarks and observations. “Thank you Josie for shutting down the cameras and Kevin for the intel.”

“That’s it?” Betty questioned. “Nothing you need me to improve on?”

“Be on time for the next debrief.” Cheryl said with tight lipped smile before turning to face Archie.

“Mr. Andrews,” she said with a sigh opening the file of Kieran Levitt. “Mrs. Levitt is very thankful for your expertise when it came to killing her husband. She even sent you a basket of mini muffins. They arrived this morning and are currently on your desk.” Cheryl handed the file to Archie. “Again, thank you Kevin and Josie for all your help on that one.”

Archie leaned forward and looked over at his two office bound co-workers. “Stop by my desk later, you deserve some of those muffins too.” Archie gave a wink and leaned back in his chair.

“That’s very kind of you,” said Josie in her upper class London accent.

“Yeah, thanks man.” Kevin said with a grin, his accent giving away that he was a native of Manchester.  

“Mr. Jones,” Cheryl said looking through the file which had the name ‘Stephanie Grant’ written on the side. “From the looks of it you had a very interesting Friday night.”

“Don’t I always?” Jughead muttered.

“Mr. Grant paid an extra twenty-thousand pounds he was so satisfied with your performance, may I ask why he gave you such a generous tip?” The ginger clasped her hands to together while the rest of the room waited expectantly.

“Twenty? I thought you said ten!” Archie said smacking Jughead on the chest.

“I decided to omit some details.” Jughead had dealt with some fucked things in his day but this was definitely one of the more grotesque.  

“He gets a twenty-thousand dollar tip and I get a basket of mini muffins? We do the same job!” Archie wailed. “I climbed a fucking tree!”

“I keep people alive when half of them are missing, you and I do not do the same job.” Jughead was keeping his voice as steady and curt as possible.  

“Agent Jones, please enlighten us as to why your job is so different?” Cheryl suggested.

Betty turned towards him excited to hear what he was going to say. She didn’t envy his job but she was always intrigued by it. The bloodlust that was rooted deep inside of her needed it.

Josie and Kevin shifted uncomfortably, listening to what Jughead had to do always left them with a heavy heart and a churning stomach.

Jughead sighed before he spoke. “I don’t think we should allow the clients in the room with me anymore. There are too many unknown variables and if we do continue to allow this, a more complete contract needs to be drawn up.” He began biting his fingernails. “It should cost more too.”

“Why do you say that?”

“The first ten was because he wanted to hear her scream, he wanted her to experience a pain unlike any other, he wanted her to experience terror. Making her scream was easy, it was what the other ten was for that was difficult even for me.” Jughead could feel the tension in the room, the anticipation was thick in the air.

“Well, out with it!” Cheryl commanded.

“By this point she was missing parts of her legs, a hand, an organ or two and her face had more or less been mutilated. Then he pulled me aside and asked me if he could eat part of her.” He felt the shift in the room.

“Cannibalism?” Cheryl asked.

“There is nothing in the contract that forbids it.” Jughead pointed out. “He was very adamant about that.”

“What the fuck?” Archie whispered.

“What did you do?” Betty questioned, clamping her hand on his knee. She was fascinated how much pain a person could withstand, how much the body could live without, what it could go through before it gave out.

“After spending a reasonable amount of time trying to talk him out of it, I asked him what part he wanted, cut off a piece of her breast and he ate it front of her.”

“Excuse me.” Kevin rushed from the room his hand over his mouth.

“Raw?” Betty probed him further.

He nodded.

"Was she conscious?" Cheryl asked with curiosity.

“Yes,” Jughead answered sharply.

“Why?” Archie demanded. “Why would he do that?”

“Like I said, he wanted shock and horror. She killed his daughter and people do strange things in the name of their children.” Jughead rubbed his face. “Can I please have my file?”

“I’m not finished.” Cheryl barked. “How did she die?” She was writing furiously.

“She bled out.” Jughead leaned forward cradling his face in his hands. “I cut the femoral artery when she was no longer responsive to stimulus.”

Cheryl nodded slowly, she had seen the pictures the clean up crew had taken. It was a mess to say the least. “Yes, well, we’ll revise the contract, there needs to be some limits.” She handed the file to Jughead. “I have been informed the three of you have a number of unclosed files. You will not be assigned anything new till you have caught up.”

“That’s bullshit.” Archie moaned.

“It’s your job. You’re all dismissed.” Cheryl began looking at her computer clearly implying that she was done with them even if they weren’t done with her.

Jughead was the first one out of the room. He didn’t want to answer anymore questions, he just wanted to finish his work and move on. It had only been three days but he could feel the itch, he would need another kill soon.  

“Hey Jughead, you look nice today.” He stopped and looked at Jane, a young woman who worked in surveillance. She had barely looked at him before let alone spoken to him.  

“Thanks.” He said harshly not knowing how to handle the compliment and kept moving towards the small office he shared with Betty and Archie who weren’t far behind him.

“So…” Archie was always the first one to speak once they were all settled and the door had been closed. “You want to talk about it?”

“Yeah Jug, why didn’t you tell us about that? We know your job is intense but that was something else.” Betty walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’ve never heard of anything like that before.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It was just a job like all the others, gruesome yes, but death is death.” He switched on his computer before opening the file. He was up to date on most of his, only 20 were outstanding.

Betty didn’t believe he was fine. She knew that he could handle a lot, carnage was a part of who he was but everyone had a limit. She shook her head and sat down at her desk. She had about 80 files to close.

“Let’s close this shit and we’ll go to the club tonight, let loose.” Archie suggested as he danced smoothly around the office. “Work on those dance moves.”

“I don’t want to go to the club.” Jughead removed the glasses from his head and threw them on his desk.

“You will with the right chemical mix.” He cocked an eyebrow and waited for Jughead to say yes. “You in Bets?”

“You know I am.” She didn’t turn around but continued to look at the papers scattered all over the place. She was trying desperately to separate all the jobs from one another, they were all a blur in her head now.

Archie began dancing over to the distressed man. “Come on, Jug? Jughead? Agent Jones?”

“Yes,” Jughead huffed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will go to the club but I want fucking good MDMA.” He pointed sternly at Archie before turning back to his work.

Archie fist pumped a few times. “Hells yeah!” He turned around and took a file off the top of the massive pile at his desk. He had at least 200 of them.

Then they did paperwork for the rest of the working day.

[someguywithakeyboard]

Throwback Tuesday

Max: Hey. I'm just stating facts here.

Dad: So am I. I never remembered finding best friend Chloe's underwear under your bed when I cleaned your room.

Max: I was at SCHOOL. You CANNOT prove that the underwear was taken off there WHILE I was at the house.

Max: I promised you, dad, not in the house.

Dad: You wake up go to school, Chloe wakes up and goes who knows where and then I clean your room and find her underwear. The logic is compelling honey.

Max: There is no proof that she changed before I left.

Max: Plus, how do you know the underwear is hers?

Dad: You wear leopard print underwear?

Max: ... No, but as far as I know, neither does Chlo...

Dad: ...

Max: ...

Max: Dad....

Max: ... whose underwear is that...

Dad: WHOS FUCKING UNDERWEAR IS THIS!!!!

Max: WHY DO WE HAVE WEIRD UNDERWEAR IN OUR HOUSE

Max: WHY IS IT IN MY ROOM?!?!?!?!?

Dad: YOU TELL ME

Max: OMG I HAVE NO IDEAAAAAA

Max: OMG WHAT IF ITS FROM ONE OF THE GIRLS FROM BLACKWELL

Max: OMG I'M GONNA BARF

Max: WHAT IF THEY WERE LEFT IN THE DRYER WHEN I DID LAUNDRY AND I TOOK THEM WITH MINE

Dad: MOTHER OF BUDDHA

Max: BY ODINS RAVEN

Dad: THAT DOESN'T TELL HER WHOS THEY ARE

Dad: I'M SO PROUD/DISGUSTED RIGHT NOW

Max: .... Maybe I can put them back in the laundry room and someone can pick them up?!

Max: DAD I DIDNT MEAN TO TAKE ANYONES UNDERWEAR

Dad: There's a name on the underwear...

Max: ... Who puts their name in their underwear

Dad: Oh god, should I look...?

Max: NO

Max: DAD, PUT DOWN THE UNDERWEAR

Dad: WHY ARE YOU TAKING PEOPLE'S UNDERWEAR MAXINE CAULFIELD

Max: I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T MEAN TO IT MUST HAVE GOTTEN IN WITH MINE WHEN I DID LAUNDRY

Dad: SUUUUUUURE!

Dad: WHAT HAS MY CHILD BECOME!?

Max: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!

Dad: So what do I even do with them!

Max: ... Leave them there. I'll come and grab them today after school and I'll smuggle them back into the laundry room and we'll be all set.

Dad: Well I guess I can cross whatever the hell just happened off my bucket list

Max: Top moments of being a dad?

Dad: top moments of something...

(OOC: -Kate finds her underwear she's been missing in the laundry room later that night-)

[aspthetically-gentle-spirit]

Raindrops and Music

Word Count: 1,373 Warnings~Nope~

Prompt-Warm cups of tea while it’s raining outside and one of your partners is singing in the kitchen and the other is playing with your hair.

Pairing-Lafayette/Alex/John

A/n-Look I wrote a thing. I’d like to thank @aaronbrahsir for letting me use this prompt that someone sent into their blog. Also you should check them out because their writing is really good. Sorry if its not that good or the people are very ooc. Thank you for reading!

Alex walked quickly down the wet sidewalk, his clothes getting damp from the rain. When he had left for work that morning it had only been cloudy so he ignored Lafayette’s suggestion of a umbrella and rush out the door instead.  Some point during the day it had started to rain and then the rain became pouring. He couldn’t wait to get home. To Lafayette who would scold him for his carelessness. To john who would laugh and cuddle him on the couch while they watched John’s favorite show.

John laid on the couch watching the raindrops stream down the window. Every now and again he would throw a look over at the door, Alex should be home soon. Lafayette was grumbling something in french as he worked on the pastries he had to make for an upcoming party. John stared at the window again. Most rainy days made him restless, there wasn’t much you could do in a small New York apartment and Lafayette usually refused to go in public if it was raining. He was so convinced that Alex or him would catch a cold from the rain.

Alex threw open the door of the house and rushed in. John was already up and heading for him. No words were exchanged at first just a quick kiss as Alex pulled the wet coat from his body. He took his shoes off and then pulled John into a hug.

“Oh thank god, you’re so warm.” Alex put his hands against John's skin. John bit back a laugh as Alex tried to press his body closer in an attempt to steal his body heat.

“I love you too. How was work? Was Jefferson insufferable?” Alex removed his body from John and headed for the kitchen.

“When is he not insufferable? I swear it’s like he wakes up every morning and looks in the mirror and asks himself how can he be annoying this time. What’s with that god awful coat he wears all the time?” Alex continued on with his daily Jefferson rant as he entered the kitchen. Lafayette stopped what he was doing as Alex walked in, he flashed them both a big smile.

“Mon cheri!” Alex gave Lafayette a quick kiss and tried to move away. Lafayette grabbed his arm and pulled him back for a longer kiss. John didn’t hold back his chuckle at how quickly Alex gave into lafayette, it was like all fight left him when he was given even the slightest bit of attention. “Alex you are all wet. You need to change your clothes.”

“I was getting there Laf, I just wanted to get my welcome home kiss, and a glass of water.” Alex opened cupboard next to Lafayette’s head.

“No. You go get changed into some warm clothes. I put some in the dry for when you got home. I told you you should have brought an umbrella with you. I’ll get you a cup of tea.”

Alex was about to argue but Lafayette was already shoving him out of the kitchen. John followed him as he headed for the washer and dryer. He leaned against the door until he grew bored of waiting for Alex to pay attention to him.

“Alex it’s raining. So I was hoping we could cuddle on the couch and watch my favorite show?” Alex turned to look at his curly haired boyfriend. John was staring pleadingly at him, his eyes held just a dash of excitement and he was smiling one of his award winning smiles. Alex smiled back and nodded at him, and as soon as he did John ran off.

True to Lafayette word there was a fresh set of clothes in the dryer for him. There was even a pair of socks so his feet wouldn’t be cold. Alex took off the old clothes making sure to put them right into the wash machine and putting the warm clothes on. He padded to the living room area where John was at.

John had set the couch up for the most comfort, he brought out the best pillows and the softest blanket he could find. Alex laid down and stretched out while John finished setting up the T.V.. When he finally got it turned on John laid down in front of Alex. Lafayette came in a few minutes later with two cups of tea. He set the mugs down on the table and gave them both a kiss.

They watched T.V. for awhile adding small commentary every now and again. However Alex had seen this show so many times before that he had quickly grown bored of it. Now he was playing with John’s hair as he stared out the window. His current raindrop was in a race with the raindrop he deemed to be Jeffersons raindrop. He watched the raindrops as he ran his fingers through John’s hair.

The feeling paired with the sound of the T.V. was making John ever so comfortable. That was until the feeling stopped and the T.V. was cut off. He rolled around to look at Alex who was now holding the remote.

“Alex”John whined but Alex shushed him quickly and continued his staring at the kitchen door.

“Listen John.” John was half tempted to grab the remote back and turn the show back on but he listened to Alex. He didn’t hear anything at first but after a few moments he heard a faint noise. The noise got slowly louder until he understood what it was. Lafayette was singing a song softly in french. Neither him or Alex moved as they listened to him sing.

“What’s he singing Lex?” John whispered after a bit of time and he readjusted into a more comfortable position. He wrapped his arms around Alex and pressed his face against him. Alex moved around some as well until he was good also. He continued his playing with John's hair as he pick up the words from the song.

“He’s singing a love song.” John let out a small hum. They both became quiet again as they listened to Laf sing. Occasionally one of them would shift around causing a small noise but other then that the only sound filling the apartment was the rain and Lafayette's singing. John felt his eyes getting heavy and he let out a small yawn and hugged Alex closer. Before long he was drifting off to sleep.

An hour had past before Lafayette emerged from the kitchen, the pastries were in the oven and the timer had been set. He was expecting his boys to be watching a show but they weren’t. John was curled happily into Alex, they both seemed to be fast asleep. Lafayette smiled at their sleeping bodies and picked up the cold tea. When he came back Alex was looking at him.

“Good morning my love. Did you enjoy your little nap?” Lafayette sat in the chair next to the couch.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” Alex managed around the small yawn he gave out. “Did you finish the pastries for tomorrow?”

“They are in the oven now. They’ll be ready for the Schuyler's party.” Alex’s eyes fluttered shut slightly before he forced them open to look at Laf. “Mon cheri you should go back to sleep. You haven’t been getting much sleep recently take the time now. I’ll wake you and John up later.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel lonely. I can stay up with you.” even as Alex was talking his eyes were closing and he was pressing his face harder into the pillow.

“I’ll be alright.” Lafayette got up and pulled the blanket up and around them more. “You get some sleep.”

“Okay and Laf?”Lafayette hummed a response as he moved the hair out John’s face and gave him a forehead kiss. “You should sing more. John and I both agree. You sound really good.”

Alex peeked out slightly when Lafayette didn’t say anything. His cheeks were a slight red and he looked rather adorable. His face softened even more before he replied. He let a smile grace his features as he pressed a kiss to Alex’s forehead.

“Thank you mon cheri. Get some sleep.”

[elysiumrp]

Congratulations CASS! You have been accepted as Samantha Deane. Please go through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours. If you need more time, make sure you send a message to the main.

Now, here’s a character I know Admin Dannah holds dear to her heart. As you’ve seen, Elysium has been around for a hot minute, Samantha Deane being one of those who has as well. And now, there is someone who has gotten such a comprehension about her in such little space and it’s about damn time. There are so many possibilities to extend her development outwards, whether with people or self-paras. You’ve shown that in your application, expressing your ideas for her from her mom, her dad, her freedom, your app has it all. And that sample para! Uh, just everything about the application got the character down to a T. We’re beyond thrilled to see her impact with the Resistance and the others she meets here. Welcome to Elysium!!

OOC INFO

Name: Cass Age: 20  Timezone: AST Preferred Pronouns: She / Her  Previous RP Experience: [RFP] Activity Level: I’d give myself about an 8. I’m basically home all the time because I’m on leave from school/work, so there’s not a whole lot else I’ll be doing during the day besides rewatching old tv shows and hanging out on the dashboard.  Anything Else: N/A! :)

IC INFO

Character Name: Samantha Deane Why did you choose this character:

I like the possibilities that come with Samantha. Her bio tells the story of her life, but gives me the wiggle room to decide how she reacted to it. And one other thing that drew me to her is that despite losing both of her parents, she doesn’t play the victim. She’s not crippled by her grief. She doesn’t let the word “orphan” define her. She seems like a tough cookie to crack and I like that about her. She quite literally has nobody left to lean on… but she doesn’t feel like she needs anyone. She isn’t stuck beneath her grief, instead, it’s kind of the opposite. It seems to have motivated her into changing things about herself and trying to protect people who are trapped like she once was. I’d really love the opportunity to learn more about who she is as a character and explore her personality through plots in this group and make connections with people… to kind of build Samantha a new family. 

Describe your plan for them:

In Samantha’s biography, there isn’t a lot said about her personality as a character – and one of my main goals if I were to be accepted would be to figure that out. I’m a big believer in discovering traits through plotlines and conversations in character, so that would probably be a big focus for me at the get-go.I know that Samantha is tired of living under the constant supervision of people; first, it was her father, and now the human government. So it’s really time that Samantha truly have the freedom she wants and deserves, and I’d like to make that a focus for her as a character. She’s someone who isn’t willing to back down anymore, it’s her turn to be rebellious and get what she wants, and that’s exactly what I think she would be trying to do. I know that in her biography it says that she chose to accept her mother’s death was a simple act of violence and had nothing to do with her species – but I think another cool plotline to explore down the road would have to do with Samantha changing her mind about that and growing suspicious about the details surrounding her mother’s murder. Her connection with Alexandra could help with that, I think, or something contradictory could be revealed at some point and she could start to investigate on her own. I think that as Samantha comes into her own more and more as time goes on, it would really help her get more in tune with her magic – not that she isn’t already, but I imagine the more confident in herself she becomes, the stronger her affinity for magic would be. 

Describe your character’s feelings and reactions to the initial reveal of the supernatural world:

I think Samantha experienced a little bit of a bitter/sweet reaction. In one way, it put her and the people she’d been around her whole life in a lot more danger than before. As a matter of fact, the whole reason her father was killed was because he was a witch – because he was different. Samantha’s initial reaction to the supernatural being revealed as apart of the world was with fear of what was to come. She worried that needless slaughters would take place by the humans before they took the time to stop and consider other options. But at the same time, the ability to be herself and not have to hide like she’d been doing her entire life… – that brought with it a sense of freedom, which Samantha as a character has never really had much of. 

Describe your character’s feelings and reactions to the current state of the world, and how it impacts them as an individual:

Samantha has never been a rebel. As a child and even as she aged, she did as she was told. She focused on her studies and magic, she stayed out of trouble, she adhered to insane rules and curfews set by her father, all without blinking an eye. She listened to her father because she loved him and knew he thought it was what was best for her. But to have rules forced upon her by people who don’t understand her – who only want to oppress her because she is different – it has lit a fire in Samantha like none other before. The Resistance has given the girl a chance to stand up not only for herself, but for others who are being stifled as she once was. Sam wants to change the way the world is now, and because she spent years being sheltered and controlled, Sam has the patience to fight the battle in a smart way, as opposed to a way that is directed with anger. 

Para Sample:

Today was the day. Or, at least, that was what Samantha kept telling herself. The calendar that hung beside the door to her apartment had the date circled with a thick red marker. Today was the day. It had been just long enough. No; it had been too long. Samantha awoke that morning later than usual. She’d laid awake the night before, her dark eyes trained to the ceiling and her mind wandering. And every time her eyelids would flutter shut, the haunting image would reappear and she’d startle awake. Her stomach would twist with guilt and she’d lay awake for another ten minutes before repeating the same cycle again. Samantha twisted the shower knob as far left as it would go. A moment later, steam began to fill the bathroom, causing the glass that surrounded the tub to fog up. Concentrating for a moment, Sam’s eyebrow furrowed and she stared directly at the glass. 

The fog cleared for a moment, only to return when she released her concentration. At least the guilt she felt within the pit of her stomach hadn’t affected her magic, then. Samantha stalled her plans for the day for as long as she could. Her shower ran so long that the hot water wasn’t really hot by the end of it. She didn’t use a blow dryer, instead, she waited for the air to dry her hair. She even made herself a real breakfast instead of simply grabbing a bagel and running out the door like she normally did. But as the number on the ovens clock ventured later into the day, she only felt worse. Finally, just after 11, Sam knew she couldn’t put it off any longer. She put on the same black dress she’d worn to the funeral, grabbed her bag and stepped outside. The cool New York air greeted her almost like a slap to the face, and Sam considered running back inside and pushing her plan back another day. This weather could be some sort of sign, you know, telling me to just wait until tomorrow… she thought to herself. Right?

Wrong. With a sigh that was more than filled with resignation, Samantha locked the door to her apartment and set off towards the parking lot. It had been exactly a year since her father and the rest of the Council had been killed. And for the last 365 days, Samantha hadn’t strayed from the routine her father had forced her to keep for nearly her entire life. The routine was the last thing she had left of her father that was more than a family heirloom or a silly possession locked away in storage. But she knew it was time that she create her own life, her own routine, her own rules. It was time for Samantha to really enjoy her life instead of just making it through every day, one hour at a time. As she drove to the cemetery, the overcast sky turned darker. The clouds went from a white to gray, and as Samantha placed her car into park in one of the spots marked visitor, it started to rain. “Nice.” Samantha groaned. She peered into the back seat of her car, hoping to find an umbrella. No such luck. “Naturally it would rain.”  But it had to be done.The closer to her father’s grave Samantha got, the harder the rain fell. By the time she found herself standing before the tomb stone that read her father’s name with the epitaph Beloved father and friend, her hair was soaked and she had started to shiver. For just a second, her eyes darted to the connected grave that shared her last name. Her mother. Sam sighed. “Am I supposed to say something?” Samantha mumbled, her eyes shooting around the surrounding graves, in case someone was nearby to overhear her talking to herself. She was alone, most people smart enough not to visit a grave when it was pouring outside. “They always say something in the movies. I… hi, Dad. Hi, mom. It’s been a while.”

Samantha spent an hour talking to her parents. Though at first it was hard to force words past her lips, the more she spoke, the easier it was. And the better she felt. With every detail of her life she shared with her parents, she felt a little bit of weight lift off of her shoulders. She talked about her job at Nouveau and the people she’d met there and even mentioned the Resistance for a moment; though she was unsure how her father would feel about it, if he could hear what she was saying. The rain eventually stopped. The clouds began to lighten up, returning to the overcast white they had been before. As Samantha made her way back to her car, she fished her phone out of her bag. Pulling up a contact she hadn’t used in a while, there was just a moment of pause before she hit the call button. After just two rings, Alexandra answered. Sam could hear the surprise in her voice.  “Hey, Lex,” Sam said just as she reached her car. She slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine with her free hand, reaching over to crank the heat. “Yeah, it’s me, Samantha. Let’s go out tonight.” Goodbye, routine. Hello, freedom. 

Any questions/concerns/things you’d like to change: (siblings to add, pronouns, sexuality you’d like to specify, personality, face claim, history, etc., etc.)

N/A! :)

[aliign]

alright i should try and put posts out while the iron's hot ig. please like this if you want a lil starter (with regular post-claw serizawa unless. ud like smth different.) , multis pls specify Who With + if you'd like to plan smth out beforehand, feel free to send a dm!

[sciass]

thinkin a lot abt ace attorney recently and realized just tonight that me being a big fan of will powers (large buff cutesy + shy hero actor who hides his face bc he thinks he'll scare kids) can lead directly to me being a big fan of king (tall intimidating cutesy + anxious hero who is actually weak as fuck.) turns out ive been the exact same person since i was 11

[20leafclover]

hi. im sorry for being gone but yknow how things are. im open to continuing threads w folks i left high and dry if you im me but if youre new or would like to make a new thread with clover, like this ! no cap for right now

[pure-rage]

Joke’s on you

Pairings: JokerxReader

Warnings: Swearing, Daddy kink, sexual references

Notes: This fic is based of a scene from “The Wolf of Wall Street”. This is my first fanfiction I’ve ever written so I apologise if the writing is too OOC or if my idea is similar to others (that would be completely unintentional). I don’t know if it will be any good but oh well

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You hummed as you gathered together all the ingredients and placed them on the kitchen bench. J had been rather stressed from work recently, so you decided to make him his favourite type of cake as a nice surprise. 

You started to measure the flour, but it all seemed to have disappeared overnight. Strange, you thought. You turned to grab a new packet out of the pantry as J strolled in. You smiled warmly at him. He observed all the ingredients laid out and grinned. “You making something for me, huh baby?” he chuckled. “You know I’d do anything for you,” you replied, smirking at him. He circled around you, staring at the eggs you had laid out neatly in a row. He laughed softly. “What-” you begin to say as you turned around, only to have an egg cracked open on your head. “WHAT THE FUCK J!” you screeched as the yoke started running down your face. J laughed manically. “YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU CAN BAKE YOU OWN DAMN CAKE!” you yelled as you turned around in a huff, marching upstairs. You could still hear J laughing.

Asshole, you thought stormed into the bedroom you and J shared. You looked into the mirror in your vanity and sighed. Your hair was completely ruined. You stripped down and got into the shower, washing the egg out of your hair the best you could. 

By the time you managed to do so, your rage had slowly faded away. You reached for your hair dryer, mentally chiding yourself for overreacting so much to a simple prank. You should apologise to J. “Hey J,-” you started to call out as you switched on your hair dryer, coughing aggressively as you did so. You quickly switched the hair dryer off. You blinked, to remove the white powdering making your eyes burn. You hadn’t noticed J standing in the doorway watching you, and he was now doubled over laughing. So that’s were the flour went. You checked your reflection in the mirror, your face now paler than even J. The flour was everywhere, including all in your freshly-washed hair. You whipped your head around to glare at J. “I’ll have to have another shower now, J!” you said, thoroughly pissed off. He just kept laughing. “You look hilarious!” He cackled evilly. “Aren’t you going to apologise?” you asked him, clearly annoyed. “Why would I?” he kept laughing. You felt the anger reach it’s peak inside of you. “Get out!” you shouted at him, shoving him through the open doorway. “Y/N…” he started, but you turned on your heel, storming back into the bathroom and slamming the door behind you.

By the time you had washed your hair for the second time today, you had come up with the perfect revenge. If he wants to start a war, he’s got another thing coming, you thought evilly. You peaked out into the bedroom. He had left, thank goodness. You started doing you hair and make-up, taking special care to make sure that you made yourself look as desirable as possible. Then you strolled over into your closet, humming to yourself as you looked through the numerous clothes that J had gotten you. Perfect, you thought to yourself as you pulled out the new sexy lingerie that J had gotten you a few days ago. You pulled on your favourite pair of strappy high heels, to complete the look. You smiled to yourself as you looked into the full-length mirror. You twirled, admiring your own work. This’ll get ‘em, you thought mischievously. “Puddin!” you called out to him. “What? So now your talking to me, huh?” he replied from the bottom of the stairs. You smiled at him, “I’ve got to show you something! In the bedroom, if you know what I mean…” you bit your lip seductively. He grinned, now quickly ascending the stairs. You raced back into your bedroom, lying down on the enormous bed seductively.

 A few moments later, J walked into the room. His eyes raked over you, growling appreciatively when he saw your choice of clothes. “This your apology for yelling at daddy, sweetheart?” he chuckled. You didn’t say anything, just giggled and put on the most innocent look you could muster. J slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and you admired his seemingly perfect body. Stop, you thought, I can't get distracted or this’ll never work. J seductively climbed onto the foot of the bed, and began to crawl towards you. “Not so fast,” you stated, lifting your leg and pushing your heel up onto to his chest, preventing him from coming any closer. He growled, not understanding the game you were playing. You giggled, your plan going perfectly. “Apologise,” you said. He stopped growling and sat back on his knees, confused. “What?” He faltered. “Apologise for pulling those mean tricks on me.” He grinned. “That’s not the way this works, sweetheart,” he growled menacingly. He went to spread your legs apart, but you quickly pulled them back. “Until you apologise,” you stated, “you can look, but you can’t touch.” Anger flashed in his eyes, and now you were slightly frightened. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all, you thought. “I think someone,” he muttered darkly, as a huge smile formed on his face,  “needs to be punished.” Realising what he meant, your heart rate increased, all anger and plans for sweet revenge gone in replace for a much better reward. “Yes, daddy,” you said seductively, rather pleased with the turn of events. It was going to be an eventful night…

[lennoxfraser-blog]

ooc week: day three

RAPID FIRE:

Tea or coffee? tbh lately it’s been coffee bc i’m getting old and need a kick in the ass to get through the day, so. coffee.

Stars or planets? planets.

Sun or moon? moon.

Black or white? black.

The zoo or the aquarium? the zoo!!!!!!!!!

Drama or comedy? kdrama :}

Thriller or adventure? adventure. i can’t watch scary movies bc even though i’m not scared at the time, it tends to stick in my brain and i get zero sleep bc of bad dreams.

Short walks to the fridge or long walks on the beach? short walks to the fridge. [anakin skywalker voice] i hate sand.

Indoors or outdoors? indoors. outdoor has too many variables.

Animals or plants? animals. i used to want to be a veterinarian!!

Time alone or time with others? time alone 100%%%%%

Introvert or extrovert? introvert.

Silence or music? i’m very fine with silence but i love singing badly to music too. i also need music if i’m writing or being creative, so i def couldn’t live without music.

Darkness or light? darkness.

Cats or dogs? i can never decide. i love my cat, and i prefer their independence.

Dancing or being the wallflower? wallflower. i don’t think my self-esteem would allow me to dance in public lol

Right or left? i’m right handed and always take right-optioned choices but i always make my characters lefties.

Werewolves or vampires? ;) honestly.......... vampires. (says me who made a whole rp about werewolves)

Dressing stylishly or dressing comfortably? comfortably omg i don’t change out of pyjamas all day if i don’t have to.

Sunrise or sunset? sunrise. 

Lead or follow? leadership is something i can and will do if i don’t feel satisfied with someone else’s leadership, but i can follow just fine. this is why i admin a roleplay i crave control goodbye

Optimist or pessimist? pessimism is my default.

Staying up late or waking up early? literally both. catch four hours of sleep and do it all over again.

Speaking up or staying silent? i speak up in my head, plan what i would say, and then open my mouth and almost burst into tears lmao i can’t argue to save my life, but i feel like my ideas are good so i’d much rather speak up through text.

White lies or brutal honesty? tbh white lies.

Ask for permission before doing the stupid thing or ask for forgiveness after doing the stupid thing? permission tbh i need peer reviews, ratings, signed permission slips, the WORKS before i do anything ever. catch me texting my friends “do you think i should do this?” or “can we talk about what would happen if i did this” just bc i’d rather be logical and rational than jumping into something too quickly. quintessential ravenclaw trait.

LONG FORM:

Pet peeves: FEET. IN ALL FORMS. LITERALLY DO NOT SHOW ME YOUR FEET. also something that pisses me off is when i’m told information i already know.... like if someone repeats a story to me, i have zero patience.... or if they rehash information prior to adding new information, i will cut them off, fill it in with a brief explanation to show i understand, before letting them continue. idk why i think just hearing things for the second, third, fourth time always feels like wasting time? i can’t do it. people who cough and sneeze and don’t make an effort to cover their mouth/nose with something other than their damn hands. slow internet. NO INTERNET.

Bad habits: like above, a bad habit is cutting people who off who are rehashing a story or information. i don’t cut them off in general, only in that situation, but i could def work on that lol. chewing my nails. buying shit that i don’t need, especially books. 

Favourite scents (your amortentia!): coconut, vanilla, the smell of clothes when they come out of the dryer. 

Favourite animal: tbh either lions or owls. at a zoo, i’d ideally spend the whole day at the lion enclosure, watching them sleep.

Favourite colour: green!!!!

Favourite place to go (local or otherwise) (photos get bonus points): about five minutes from my house is the beach and a cliff that overlooks the beach. there’s a watch tower there, and beneath the hill is actually these tunnels that they used during WW2 bc they thought Japan was going to invade so they stored weapons and ammo there. anyway, sitting up on the hill and looking out across the water is my favourite place to go to think, and i usually always go there with my mum to talk. i’ll include some pictures at the end!!

Favourite meme: honestly, i love the “tag yourself, i’m ____” meme. whether that’s when people make the photos and poorly spelt options, or even just when someone posts a photo/text post and drags the OP by saying “tag yourself, i’m the ___” 

Do you have any creative or artistic abilities? so i write, and i’m hopefully alright at that. i used to do art, and i’m mediocre at drawing but i don’t do it to create, i usually draw to express story ideas or a character’s look/feel. i can crochet, idk if that’s necessarily creative or artistic. i can play the harmonica parts for “piano man” by billy joel!!! 

Talk about something that made you happy today, yesterday, this week: a few things did!! i went to a bookstore and bought some books, so that made me feel materialistically happy. right after that i got sick at my friend’s house with a cold that came on within a few hours and that wasn’t great but it made me happy that i had a friend who would take care of me lol. also i’ve been very productive this week despite illness, so that made me happy upon reflection!! 

Talk about an experience that made you feel proud or confident: tbh when i feel very bad about my confidence, i remember this one time when i was in high school (so i was 17) and we had mentor groups, which is when the ~smart kids~ are assigned to a teacher and mentored for the year. (the teacher basically just asks how you’re doing lol) ANYWAY we had a mentor day at a camp-like place, where there’s archery and games and shit. being a bigger girl in these kind of places = anxiety in the first place, and there was a zipline thing where you climb a telegraph pole (with no ropes? wtf?), strap into the zipline, and then they push you off and you fly down a rope for a few hundred metres. anyway, all my friends had gone, and time was running out, and i WANTED to do it, but my anxiety was like..... ur literally too big... also if you do, everyone will laugh.... and then i was just like ? fuck it???????? so i climbed the shit out of that terrifying pole, i strapped myself in, and i went down that zipline like Tris from Divergent and like. no one laughed? they were cheering? it was one of the most liberating moments of my life, just bc i realised that a lot of my fears are only in my head and not actually reality, and that if you want something, even if its small, you should go for it. i’m proud of myself for doing it.

Talk about something/someone that makes you feel relaxed: my bed makes me feel relaxed, but also probably talking to my mum - if i have a problem, i know that she’ll listen and help if she can.

Talk about something you’re yet to try for the first time but want to: everything i want to do is simply just so i can write about it better? lmao???? so i’d want to kiss someone so i could write about it more accurately, i’d want to get high so i could write about it better. i can’t drink bc of health reasons, but if i could, i’d like to get drunk to write about it better. mostly everything is just so i can be a better, more rounded writer. 

Who are your role models and why: tbh idk if i have role models. i used to, but the older i get, the more i feel as though i rely less on looking up to people?? i really admire a lot of writers though, like Neil Gaiman and Leigh Bardugo and even J.K Rowling. also even though she’s a youtuber, i admire Zoe Sugg bc she just seems like a good person with a good heart? she’s been very open about mental illness and she’s written books and released a make up line and she’s... just normal? that’s a great role model, esp for younger people, so i’m glad she’s got a huge audience. 

Talk about something you want to do this year: this year!!! this year is going to be organisation central, hopefully. i want to start/restart my book review blog where i write about books because that’s what makes me happy. i also have some RP goals, and they’ll hopefully be fulfilled very soon. i want to write more original fiction this year, and i want to read a lot more widely than i did last year. 

[florafraser-blog]

OOC WEEK: this or that

RAPID FIRE:

Tea or coffee? tea. leaf juice over bean juice.

Stars or planets? planets. pluto is my girlfriend.

Sun or moon? moon. u can’t stare directly @ the sun, but u CAN stare directly @ the moon.

Black or white? black, like my Soul.

The zoo or the aquarium? aquarium!!!!!! lemme watch the fishes!!!!!!

Drama or comedy? drama drama drama drama

Thriller or adventure? thriller Always.

Short walks to the fridge or long walks on the beach? can i have a short walk on the beach?

Indoors or outdoors? both. both is nice, as long as there are no bugs in either environment.

Animals or plants? animals.

Time alone or time with others? listen, human beings exhaust me, but i also require constant attention.

Introvert or extrovert? introvert.

Silence or music? music.

Darkness or light? light, but like, only well lit light.

Cats or dogs? dogs.

Dancing or being the wallflower? dancing my lil toosh off.

Right or left? right.

Werewolves or vampires? i had a rly long ‘the vampire diaries’ phase ok. immortality fascinates me. vampires.

Dressing stylishly or dressing comfortably? as i’ve said to carlie before, my style is “cultivated messiness” aka i look like i put 0 effort in but in a cute way, but i actually put 0 effort in. so dressing comfy but in a stylish way!!!!!

Sunrise or sunset? sunset.

Lead or follow? a lil bit of both. sometimes, u gotta lead when nobody else is doing jack shit, but sometimes, u gotta keep ur mouth shut and follow so that other people are responsible for the Anarchy

Optimist or pessimist? lil bit of both. it’s hard 2 be optimistic when a tangerine is in charge of ur country.

Staying up late or waking up early? staying up late!

Speaking up or staying silent? speaking up always and forever.

White lies or brutal honesty? depends on what the situation calls for. as a rule, i like to be honest, but with the people i’m close with, sometimes that will do more harm than good, and sometimes, you just have to let people come to a conclusion on their own.

Ask for permission before doing the stupid thing or ask for forgiveness after doing the stupid thing? 100% ask for forgiveness after doing the stupid thing.

LONG FORM:

Pet peeves: ppl leaving the toilet seat up, ppl who walk slowly, ppl who eat tuna in public (that shit is STINKY), ppl who stand too close to u in line, ppl who don’t ask permission before they take something of urs or touch something of urs, ppl who sneeze into their hands

Bad habits: not eating enough fruits and vegetables or drinking enough water, spending too much $$ on useless crap, liking boys, not wearing my orthotics, not finishing my food, procrastinating on my work (GUESS WHAT I’M DOING RIGHT NOW), ignoring all of my problems in hopes that they’ll go away, not charging my devices.....ever....., never cleaning my glasses, undoing the hems on all of my clothes

Favourite scents (your amortentia!): peppermint, nail polish remover, freshly baked bread, lavender, dryer sheets, petrol

Favourite animal: ORCA!!!! WHALES!!!!!!

Favourite colour: green~

Favourite place to go (local or otherwise) (photos get bonus points): there’s a student run coffee shop on USC’s campus called “ground zero” and they have the best milkshakes known to man, but they also just in general have such good study vibes and writing vibes, so i spend like 98% of my time there.

Favourite meme: the evil kermit meme

Do you have any creative or artistic abilities? i goddamn hope so!!!!!!!! i would like to think i can write semi well, and that’s about it. i can’t draw or sing or paint, so writing is basically all i’ve got. i also feel like i have Some Aesthetic sensibilities, so i’d be somewhat ok at photography and cinematography, but i’m not actually that interested in the latter, just the former.

Talk about something that made you happy today, yesterday, this week: one of my best friends came w me to see the movie “lion” on monday. i’d already seen it, but i really wanted her to see it, and she got us FREE TICKETS at this beautiful theater in santa monica, and we went, and she loved it, and just seeing her enjoy this thing that i loved made me rly rly happy :’)

Talk about an experience that made you feel proud or confident: OK i bought overalls over christmas break, and let me tell u, i have never felt more confident than i feel in these overalls bc not only do i look Good, i look Gay, and today i put them on, and curled my hair, and i feel like the prettiest goddamn human being in existence :’)

Talk about something/someone that makes you feel relaxed: carlie!!!!!!!!!! this is gonna get sappy i’m trying 2 kill her when she wakes up!!!!!!! but talking to carlie alway makes me feel really calm and chill, even if we’re being super high key about something. and if something’s going Wrong, i know i can talk to her because she always has a Good Perspective that Soothes and Supports, and i love her very dearly :’))))))

Talk about something you’re yet to try for the first time but want to: this is dumb, but i’ve never done a face mask before??? i rly want to??? i want my Skin To Feel Soft And Nourished. i also want to dye my hair and become even more of an aesthetic hoe than i already am

Who are your role models and why: 1) david fincher, for just saying fuck u @ everything and doing whatever the hell he wants 2) viola davis, for her constant intelligence and perseverance and strength 3) shonda goddamn rhimes, for creating an empire 4) amy elliot dunne, for being a BAD ASS BITCH 5) peter paige, for continuing to bring nuanced queer stories to the screen, as an actor, as a writer, as a person 6) all of the friends in my life who are just.........amazing and complicated and driven and heartfelt who constantly give me a reason to want to be the best version of myself

Talk about something you want to do this year: i want to start flossing. flossing and i have never gotten along. but my dentist told me i was like THIS close to having perfect teeth, if only i flossed more, so i was like....u know what.....why not go the extra mile......this is my new year’s resolution, and it’s lame, but it’s Mine.