#terrible colors and both girls ugh

[stawberrypimpsimp]

Alastor x Reader: The Radio Demon Enjoys a Treat

Word Count: 2,321

You were sick of working for Valentino. He was an asshole, a terrible demon. He has you working non stop but at least you aren't his favorite toy like Angel. You didn't have it as rough as him, he had it bad, but you two formed a quick bond. The mutual hate and restraints Valentino had brought you closer. Angel was able to escape Vals grasp just a bit. He moved out to a hotel, called the Happy Hotel, he said. You envied him. How you wish to escape the clutches of that monster.

Angle cared for you deeply. You wanted to ask him if there was room for you in this hotel. If you could have the temporary escape he gets. You decided to meet up with him at Consent, a sex club.

“Hey there sweet tits!” Said Angle walking up to you at the bar.

“Angle! How’s being a dick sucking slave going for you?” You said laughing

”Oh its great.. Vals got me doing gang bangs back to back. Fuck Im tired!!” Angle said, waving the bartender over for a drink.

“Two twink cosmos”

Next thing you know your 8 shots in and grinding on some random ass sinner. You forgot to talk to Angle about the hotel, to drunk to even remember what the night was about. Out of the corner of your eye you see Val. What the absolute fuck?! Can’t I get away from this sex fiend pimp. You dance your way over to Angel nudging him and slyly pointing out towards Val.

”Ugh.. I don't want to deal with this right now.. Let’s fucking go.” Angel says

You nod in agreement following his lead out, luckily you both sneak past without being seen.

“See ya tomorrow Angel!” You say walking away waving you hand and stumbling into a pole.

”Look youre way too drunk to get home and I'm pretty drunk as well. The hotel is right around the corner. You can stay the night there! I mean Charlie would be happy to meet ya.” Angel says grabbing your hand.

“Thanks Angel I owe ya one.” You say stumbling along his side.

He wasn’t nearly as drunk as you but hey at least you were able to let go for a bit and enjoy yourself.

You both walked up to the hotel, and oh boy was it a bad stay. Extremely disheveled and musty. Angel opened the doors for you and you both walked in. Inside wasn’t as bad as outside you guess but absolutely not what you were expecting when Angel talked about residing in a hotel.

A blonde girl in a red suit comes up to you grabbing your hand and shaking it profusely.

“Hello! My name is Charlie, welcome to the Happy Hotel!” She gets all sentimental and teary all of a sudden. “Angel, I can't believe you brought someone here!”

She was loud, a lot to take in but hey it helped you sober the fuck up but obviously still head ache inducing.

“Uhhhh Hello?” You said with confusion.

“Okay Okay let me show you around! Here we work on rehabilitation and bettering yourself. Let me Introduce you to everyone!!” Charlie said, overly excited.

”Okay sooo you already know Angel! So that introduction is off the list.. Hmm.. OH OH THIS THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN ALL OF HELL! VAGGIE! She is my girlfriend and here to help” The blonde demon said with pure excitement and love. She grabbed the hands of a girl with gray skin and hair that resembles moth wings.

”Hi.. Uh yes I’m Vaggie nice to meet you.” She says with an awkward smile.

Once Charlie stops looking and admiring Vaggie for a little longer she takes my hand dragging me over to what you can describe as a bar. It most certainly does not fit in with the color and decor of the place but you kept you mouth closed.

“This is Husker he is the bartender! He comes off all grumbly and grumpy but I swear he has a soft spot!!”

Husk who appears to be a cat like creature with a theme of playing cards to him. He looks up from the glass he is pouring then looks back down grumbling to himself. Oh well guess grumbly was the perfect word to describe him.

“Hello…?” You say hesitantly. He only gives you a look up again and a nod taking a swig of the glass of booze he just poured.

You look over and see a small little creature running with a knife stabbing bugs. You cant take your eyes off her as she takes the knife and impales a bug. Ew but at least keeping the place.. clean..?

”That over there is Nifty. She is the maid and in charge of keeping the place tip top shape.” Charlie says smiling avoiding watching her stab a few more bugs.

”Do you know any bad boys? You're just a girl.” The short girl said, wide eyed in excitement.

“Sadly yeah, work with a whole bunch of them but thats a topic for another time..” You say looking down trailing off your sentence.

Thankfully that stopped the conversation between you and her and she went back to stabbing bugs. Out of nowhere a black shadow witha green smile appears next to you forming into the shape of a demon. A handsome one at that. Tall and lanky in a striped red suit, a cane resembling a microphone right at his side.

“Well hello dear, I am Alastor the host of the hotel, an absolute pleasure to meet you!.” The demon says charmingly with a grin so wide it almost reaches his eyes, but his voice was off. It sounded like his voice was being broadcasted over a radio.

“Oh, hello?” You say a bit nervously as this man just came out of nowhere.

He grabs your hand bending down giving it a soft kiss. Everyone stopped and looked mouth open and shocked.

”What the fuck freaky face?! You ain’t never done that before.” Said Angel with a surprised look and then a laugh.

Charlie clasped her hands together and gave a long aweeee. You had no idea what was going on why everyone was acting so weird.

“Heh?” You say loudly looking confused and into Alastor glowing red eyes as you try to study what the schlock is about over him.

”Well I've never seen him be so… so gentle?” Charlie said still in awe with hearts in her eyes.

“Charlie my dear, I am simply just being a good host!” Alastor says keeping his smile wide and letting out a chuckle.

“Suuuureeeeee…!” Charlie says teasingly as if she could convince Alastor that she believed him.

“Now let me show our new guest around the hotel. Shall we?” He says in his static voice putting his arm out for you to hold onto.

You look at Angel and he gives you a wink and big grin. Looking at Alastors arm you grab it and begin to walk with him. Using his other hand holding his cane he starts to point out where everything is giving you a tour.

“..and hear darling we have my room!” Alastor says with a smirk.

You feel your face go a bit red. Why is he showing me HIS room?! You deal with horny men all day but this demon is getting you flustered. He opens the door letting you walk in first. There was a dark forest at the hall way point leading to who knows how far. Although it was beautiful. You stand here admiring it till you feel something behind you.

Alastor has his hand on your waist the other on your thigh. Slowly he slides his hand to your upper thigh, leaning into the crook of your neck.

”Well yes it's quite true I put everyone in awe over my affection, but I just simply couldn't stop myself. You are quite a cat my dear. Let me show you how a lady like you should be treated.” Alastor said with his radio voice but in a cooing tone.

Your face goes absolutely red. Shivers go up your spine all the way to the tip of your head. You could melt in his arms with how gently he is touching you. Shaking your head slowly you give a soft nod not even able to get out a word.

He glides his hand up your thigh to your crotch, he takes his hand and slowly starts rubbing it back and forth applying just enough pressure to have a decent amount of friction. The hand on your waist turns into him gliding his finger tips up your stomach making you do a soft gasp. He then reaches your chest and cups your breast. He slowly massages it in the same pace that his hand is going at. His face now buried in your neck kissing it softly. Then you feel a sharp pain letting out a small yelp. He lifts up his head slightly and whispers in your ear with a low radio tone.

”My apologies dear, I couldn’t help myself with how tender your skin is.”

He goes back to your neck licking it softly tending to the wound he left you. You didnt mind, it felt good and exciting. He moved his hand now to the rim of your pants.

“May I show you a good time darling?” He says in a static coo well running his fingers around the rim of your pants playing with them.

You give a simple nod. How does he have you in his clutches so easily? He takes his hand and slips it in your pants.

“Oh my, look how soaked you’ve become.”

He takes his hand and begins to feel your pussy. Running his fingers around your lips then pressing a finger on your slit going up and down slowly well his thumb rubs your clit.

God damn what the hell. You could hardly think, just focusing on all the sensations Alastor is causing you to feel. Your body entranced by the places he’s touching.

“Bed..?” Is all you managed to get out with a moan. You've been holding the moans in your throat as if they were trapped and couldn’t escape but that wasn’t because you weren’t feeling good it was because you were feeling so good. He raises his head to your ear once again.

”As you please my dear.” He says in a deep tone that broadcasted through your ears.

He removes his hands and swoops you off your feet. Holding you in his arms bridal style then setting you gently on his bed. You keep your eye on him, staring into his deep glowing stare.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He says witch a chuckle.

Taking his finger he rips the seem of your pants making them fall off, now on to your panties. You look at him with lust as he returns the same look.

“Now be quite we dont want the other curious of the noise my sweet doe.” He says in his charming radio voice.

He gets on his knees and sets your legs on his shoulders. Alastor begins to kiss your inner thighs. Softly sucking on your skin then gliding his tongue up a bit to the next piece of flesh he is going to tend to. Unspoiled another sharp pain is felt. You knew what it was of course, but oh did it feel good. Between the bites, kisses, and licks he makes his wary up to your pussy. Extremely wet all ready for him to dine on. He wrapped his arms around your thighs digging his hands into them and leans his face in your aching wet crotch, not licking it just yet. He lets out a few heavy breaths causing you to shiver in delight, finally he takes a lick of your slit. His nose nuzzling your clit. He takes his tongue from the back of your pussy gliding it between your lips then finishing it off with a flick of his tongue on your clit. Quickly you took your hands covering your mouth choking back a moan you so desperately want to let out.

“Oh dear.. it appears you may need some help staying silent.”

Next to you a black hole appears on the bed and a tentacle slithers its way out. Black and slick it wraps around your mouth muffling the sounds you cant help but let out.

“Back to business..”

He thrust his head back between your legs licking your increasingly wet slit. Moans attempt to leave your lips but they cant. Arching your back indicating your about to cum he pulls away just barely enough to where you can only feel the tip of his lips.

”Not yet dear” He says smirking.

Damn that smile never leaving his face, that old times radio voice, he is driving you crazy.

Once he knows you won’t reach your peak just yet he wraps his lips around your clit. He starts sucking on it softly, nibbling on it unlike his hard bites, using his tongue sliding back and forth providing flicks. As he does so he slips two fingers inside of you. Dear god. Yes god, this is pure bliss. Alastor begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, now adding a curl to his fingers touching your sweet spot. He continues to pull them in and out. You arch your back and feel sweet realese. You cum on his fingers, him still sucking your clit and slowing down his pumps letting you ride out your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean.

”Im not usually one for sweets but this was a dessert I deeply enjoyed.” Alastor said standing back up looking over you taking in what he will now claim as his darling doe.

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ACT 1. TROUBLE

summary: the plan hatches.

warnings: mentions of death, sex joke

wc: 3k

authors note: this fic has been my wonderfully niche vision for so long.... i hope you all enjoy

next chapter. masterlist

the unforgiving blaring heat of the desert was torturous.

the sun seemed to be beaming from right above, practically frying you and your companions skin as you treaded through the sand. one suffering the consequences worse than another, skin resembling a boiled lobster.

dry, chapped lips silently begging for water, only to be met with the sting of saltwater sweat dripping onto them. you can try to lick them away, but it will only worsen the pain. pain, your muscles ache and your bones feel as if they’ll crumble if you step forward once more. you needed…out.…of the heat……

ah, alas, a river! oh, how lovely, a quench to the terrible thirst…. you reach out towards it, cupping your hands to drink, and are met with the hot, cruel surface of a car door.

“are you done, r? you’re gonna set off the alarm.” ellie had destroyed your dramatic scene , rolling her eyes and slumping down on the concrete next to the car. her long ass jorts protected her skin from the heat of the ground.

“no, it can’t be! twas a mirage, my mind has fooled me!” draping a dramatic hand across your forehead, you’re met with a moist surface that you wipe away onto your shorts, falling next to the girl. your shorts however, did not protect you. you slightly hissed in pain, before bringing your knees to your chest.

“they shouldn’t have let you read othello. i think you’re actually going insane.” she bluntly remarks, offering you a light giggle.

your english teacher, honors english if you wanna brag, had just started a shakespeare unit, and you were over the moon. being the first to volunteer to read in class, writing your own gorgeous sonnets about even more gorgeous subjects , and torturing ellie with your constant chiming of “shall i compare thee to a midsummers day?”

“ugh, you hate to see a girl being theatrical.” with a quick roll of your eyes, you crossed your arms and pouted.

“yes, i do.”

ellie knew it wasn’t one of your actual sad pouts, like when she accidentally killed the snail you two found, but simply you being….theatrical. like your wonderful performance in the school musical last year, as sharpay in high school musical. was that fuckass blonde wig a disgrace? absolutely. but your wonderful acting skills distracted from it, or so you hoped.

“you know whats actually making me go insane? the fact that you made me walk to 7-11 in this heat!!! you tryna kill me?”

the taste of the slushy was still lingering in your mouth , along with the red color on your tounge, but the cold it brought was long gone.

“oh my lady, i would never do such a thing! but alas, i required a refreshment, and id hate to go alone.” ellie counters back in her own shitty-british accent , holding a hand to her chest.

“see, told you its fun.” you nudged her elbow with your own, sweaty limbs colliding with a gross “splat”.

“yeah yeah, whatever. you’re right about everything, my glorious queen-“

“indeed!” you interrupted, pout replaced with a cheeky smile.

you both sat for a second, catching your breath. your eyes wandered to ellies arms, and you noticed she had turned into a lobster. her arms were bright red and sunburnt, and you reached out to poke her.

“ow-fuck! why did you do that!!” she winced in pain, moving her arm away.

“jesus, why do you never put on sunscreen? you trying to get tan or something?”

“i didn’t think it would be this bad outside..”

“you’re stupid.”

“you’re mean..”

after a while of you both sitting in comfortable silence, both of your eyes fall on the vehicle across the street. it was the one thing you always loved staring at on this street. the ferrari was reflecting all the beams of ultraviolet hitting it, practically glowing in the humid hellscape. the dashboard and practically everything else was smothered in dust, the cause probably being its idle parking spot, same one it had been occupying since you and ellie were 5 years old. the black detailing and the shiny silver horse enchanted you, despite the cars mildly decrepit state. 13 years later, you wondered if it would even still run. wondered how the engine would feel rumbling underneath you as you pushed against the wind down the empty streets.

people always make driving seem so crazy and thrilling in movies. sharp turns, constant speeding, drifting, it was like the road was a rollercoaster. or maybe you had just watched too many fast and furious movies with your dad.

but every time you were in a car, you were calm. always having an arm out the window, sometimes waving your hand like the ocean, and others making finger legs and doing parkour off of the other cars. when it rained, especially at night, you’d always beg your dad to drive you around. you’d try to count the raindrops on the windshield , and often times you’d let the taps on the windows lull you to sleep.

you have many memories of your dad taking you on drives to get you to sleep. especially when you were younger, and didn’t want to go to bed because you ‘weren’t tired’. every time, he’d just say “you don’t have to sleep, just rest.” sometimes he’d sing the songs he burned onto his cds, other times he’d make lists of things you wanted to do the next day. but no matter what, within 10 minutes you were always out cold. most times he’d keep driving for a bit, just to make sure you were really sleeping, and then carry you as gently as possible up to your room.

now, you knew better than to try and make him carry you up the stairs. you’d have a dramatic stretch, and practically drag yourself to your house before flopping down on the couch. half of the time face first.

you never wanted to be the one driving, though. you didn’t trust yourself behind the wheel, thinking you’d get too relaxed and doze off the second you started driving. or get into a crash. every time you did bumper carts, you’d be the one annoying all the little kids by hitting them a thousand times with your car. plus, highways are scary as fuck.

but for some reason, every time you saw that car parked down your street, you imagined yourself behind the wheel. always with some of those cool ass driving gloves on, and the scorpion jacket ryan gosling had in drive. you’d drift like all those cool dudes in your dads movies, and never ever crash into anyone on the highway. you thought it was blessed with some spell that made everyone who drove it amazing at driving.

ellie had zero faith in you though.

“you’d total that thing in five seconds. do you not remember the last time you tried to drive?”

her rude remark reminded you of the “raspberry incident”, as you called it, from last summer. you were at your grandmas in the countryside, her in the passenger of her big ass suburban trying to teach you to drive in the raspberry fields. you had been pushing a bit hard on the gas a few times, making her tell you to “calm down” , but you were a damn good driver as far as you saw. but it allll went downhill when she made you practice turning. you had turned around one of the rows of berries perfectly, and you were driving a bit too fast to the next corner. but somehow, you turned on the wrong angle and drove straight into the berries. and to make things worse, you kept pushing the gas pedal on accident instead of the brakes. your grandma screaming at you to stop didn’t help much either. you had torn down no more than 1/5 of the row, but nothing happened to the car. a trip to the carwash and it was like nothing ever happened.

“that was soooo long ago. you weren’t even there either! what if i was just over exaggerating when i told you and it wasn’t that bad?”

“you calling yourself a liar?” ellie took a sip of her slushy. the one she made you take this whole treacherous journey for. she was somehow still nursing hers, while yours was in a trash can five blocks back.

“never. how are you still drinking that thing? we’ve been walking for like half an hour!” you grab the drink out of her hand, taking a sip for a biiit too long.

“hey! you can’t even ask? i spent my hard earned money on that thing.“

“oh please, it was only like 3 dollars. you sound like joel right now.”

you both chuckled. ellies dad acted just like yours, that’s probably why they’re such best friends. that and the two dead wives thing, they had a lot in common. and coincidentally, so did you and ellie. you knew each other since you came out of the womb. well, since you came out. ellie was there three weeks before you, and she never let you forget it. constantly on her “respect your elders” bullshit every time you punched her in the arm for stealing your food. you two were fighting over the same toys and blabbering to each other since birth. your parents were convinced you were some baby geniuses that had developed your own language with how much you ‘spoke’ to each other. you two always understood each other.

“whatever dude, i’d be a driving master in that thing. it’d probably be a total chick magnet too. i’d be cleaning that backseat every day.”

ellie poked you in the side at your joke, and you both shoved each other while you laughed.

“yeah, you and your spongebob boxers are definitely soooo seductive.”

“you can’t say shit, you have the matching patrick pair!”

almost half your closet was either clothes you took from ellies house, or ones you bought to match with her. your dad has a whole photo album of old pictures he took of you and her in your matching outfits. and you have a bin in the attic stacked to the brim with your matching halloween costumes. the one matching thing the two of you never took off was your necklaces. it was one of those basic hearts, two pieces of silver that fit together perfectly with “best friends” and an infinity sign engraved on it. you had begged your dad for it while you were at a beach store, and he reluctantly gave in. you had the ‘st ends’ side, and ellie had the ‘be fri’ one. no matter the occasion, even with the excessive amount of necklaces you always wore, that one was always a part of the stack. and ellie only ever wore the one. in fact, the only jewelry she ever wore was the bracelets you two had made for each other and her necklace.

“hey, they’re comfy! i love those things.”

“you know what i’d love?”

“deez nuts in your mouth??”

you slapped ellie on the arm , and she grabbed it in pain.

“fuck you! you know im sensitive right now!!”

“you’ll live. ANYWAYS, i was talking about the car.”

“pssht, who wouldn’t. who leaves a perfect 288 on the side of the road for this long?” ellies inner car-nerd spilled out,eyebrows furrowing in question.

you and ellie had dreamed of that car ever since you were barely taller than the side doors. pretending to drive it when she came over to yours, leaning against it as you ate your ice cream and accidentally setting off the alarm, even peering in through the windows occasionally. the white envelope with a small bulge always intrigued the two of you, desperately wondering what was inside of it. you’d never seen anyone get in or out of it, and you were surprised it lasted this long on this street.

“why’re you still on this anyway? its not like we’re gonna just steal it or something.”

when you stare back at her for a bit too long, she sighs at you and rolls her eyes. your dumb ideas almost always end horribly, and she wasn’t in for all that this summer.

like last year, when you two were working at this big outdoor restaurant. you had somehow convinced her to drive around one of the golf carts, and it ended with you accidentally ramming it into some dudes car. you both quit to avoid the guy, and you’ve never been back since.

“well, why not! i mean really ellie, I’ve seen you break into joels truck before. you could do it.”

it was an isolated incident. she had locked herself out of the car, and she used a random hanger she found in the mall parking lot to squeeze through the crack in the window and unlock the door.

“thats not the same as stealing some random car!!what if the dude who owns it is some mean gangster and he finds out we took his car and he fucking kills us??? or what if its full of a bunch of illegal shit and we get arrested while we’re driving it?”

“since when do you care this much about shit like that? you convinced me to keep a lizard in my closet for three weeks once. plus, do you really think anyone’s gonna come looking for it? that things been there longer than we’ve been alive.”

“even if we do steal it, what if it doesn’t even run anymore? and if it does, are we just gonna hotwire it every time we wanna drive?”

ellie was sadly thinking logically about this , and you weren’t having it. the pout on your face was growing bigger and bigger, and you rolled your eyes at her.

“you’re so boring.”

“im not boring, you’re just insane and impulsive.”

“besides, where would we even hide it? neither of us have a garage or anything.”

“you ask too many questions. come onnnn, this could be our little sappy senior year memory!! even if it goes like, totally wrong and we get arrested or some shit.”

you and ellies high school experience was..lackluster at most. no crazy adventures, no parties, no insane hookups, nothing. every movie about highschool you two had watched had completely lied to you, because it was boring as fuck. i mean, probably not for everyone else, but definitely for you two. this car would be a saving grace for you two, it could top off senior year perfectly.

“your idea of a great senior year memory is grand theft auto?”

“i mean, the games awesome. why not?”

she chuckled a bit at your bad joke, leaving a smile on your face. everything in her was telling her it was an awful idea, but you were giving her your most convincing puppy dog eyes, hands under your chin pleading to her.

you were amazing at persuading her, and the way your eyes practically sparkled when you spoke of even the mere idea of it sent her to the stars. how could she say no to you?

“…let me think about it.”

“WOOOO”

for ellie, ‘let me think about it’ was almost always code for yes. especially when it came to you. the two of you walked back to your house, ellie finally finishing her slushy. she chucked it in your garbage can before leaving you at your door. you tried to hug her goodbye, but she pushed you away.

“lobster skin. it still hurts. youll probably wanna hug me more tomorrow.”

and the next day, at 8:30, ellie showed up at your window with a toolbox smelling like aloe vera.

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Rendezvous Chapter 3

Chapter summary: The girl hears her mother cry many times because of this man who is supposed to be his father. She doesn’t have much information, she just hears a lot that she looks like him. She heard stories of the ships belonging to a bad man, so she thinks her father is bad. But why would her Mama go to a man like him? Why didn't he search for them? Did he forget about them?

A/N: Apologies for the late update, I had a hectic week lol

I was thinking the child would be similar to Anya from SpyxFam in terms of being a bit mature at her age

Words: 3,334

Chapter 4

Tags: Hurt/comfort, character death implied!, MC and Sylus' child, don't worry this is angst but with happy ending, Sylus is a girl dad hands down

You are so thankful to the wisdom of the mothers and the healers in the tribe in raising a baby girl. She is now five years old and is a rambunctious child. You are amused sometimes as she looks like a little Sylus running around and playing with other kids. But it is also a reminder that she is Sylus and your child. For five years, you didn’t hear any news about him. You had accepted that he probably moved on to his ambitions, or maybe to another woman. It hurts you deeply, but you can’t bring chaos to your life anymore, especially such violence and desolation, to your daughter’s life.

“Maybe it's a good time for you and your daughter if it is still in your consideration to return, dear,” the old woman said. “But rest assured that if you do intend to stay longer, it is alright as well,”

“Thank you,” you said. “I have heard news from the warriors that the nearby cities in the far end had been seeing large ships similar to the one you arrived in,” she said. Your eyes widened. Why is Onychinus in the far cities other than in the N109 Zone? “The warriors heard terrible stories about those ships, so we are planning to move to a farther place,” she said. “So this is the right time to decide, so the journey back won’t be much further,” Your mind is swirling in thoughts if Sylus is still the leader of Onychinus or if there is a new management. “They heard stories of the ship conquering city by city, making them do allegiance to their favor,” You know Onychinus, everything it touches will go to chaos, intentional or not. You can’t bring such things to the tribe.

“Mama, can I go with the warriors please?” her daughter approached her. You sighed, your little girl has the rebellious and mischievous trait from her father. She wanted to be a fighter and often hung out around and amazed at the trained men in the tribe. She wanted to go with them and watch them hunt food. “They are hunting and going farther today, so I can’t allow you,” you reasoned out. Your daughter pouted in response. “And no usage of Evol, you promised,” you followed. This is the dangerous part of handling her, she retaliates by using it in any form, especially when she gets hurt. Both of you discovered it when she was being teased for having a different hair color. Next thing you knew, the kid was crying because she broke his toy in a dark red mist. ‘Ugh, I carried her for nine months after a literal explosion and deserted in a field, squeezed her out of my body and looked like a spitting image of her father,’ you thought whenever you remember it.

You sat down beside her. Despite her age, your daughter has the trait of being mature and understanding, again, just like Sylus. “I want to ask you something, dear,” you said. The girl looked up to you. “Do you want to go to another place? It is much better there,” you asked. “We going now?” she asked back. As young as she is, you did tell her the general situation of things, but her appearance made her realize that she is different from the tribe. “Yes, sadly. They are going further for safety,” you said. “We would be much safer and have more access to the city,” The daughter hummed and looked at the fields, probably thinking about what to decide. “It’s okay, I’ll give you more time-” you stopped when she hugged your waist. “Okay, Mama,” she answered. You were surprised at how fast she responded and you are always grateful for having a good daughter as you hugged her in return.

“I heard the city people while trading goods… Someone important arrived in the city,” the warrior said. Your daughter is hearing their conversations as she is huddled in a basket attached to a horse. Before the warriors depart for a hunt, she sneaks in the basket while you are sleeping. “There is one ship that landed near our hunting spot, but it looked harmless. There is only one camp there but there is not much activity around it… There it is,” Your daughter peeked and saw a huge ship. It only has one illuminated bonfire beside it.

The warriors did make a camp to rest. The girl remained inside the basket, hearing the conversations. “That ship… I only saw one man going out there,” one of the warriors said. “He has the same color as hers… White-haired and has red eyes,”

“Do you think they are from the same place?” one asked. “We did find her in the same type of ship.” The little girl’s eyes widened as she knew it was her mother. Despite being very young, she was hearing a lot of things from adults that she knew she wasn’t supposed to hear.

The warriors are sleeping when she is able to get out of the basket, put her hood on her cloak on and went to the direction of the ship. The little girl is curious about the stories she has been hearing, but it all started when she accidentally eavesdropped on you and the healer talking.

“I assumed that your daughter looked more like her father,” the old woman said. You chuckled. “Yes, she is so much like her father,” you answered. “We saw a ship that looked like when you arrived here but it was going towards the city,” You were surprised by this information. “The warriors said they didn’t see any white-haired man with red eyes,” You were saddened, it's been many years but you are still longing for Sylus. “I feel you are missing him,” she said. “Oh dear, we can arrange your travel if you decide to go back,”

“I am aware of that but… She is still young,” you said. “I’m just making sure she is well for the journey,” The old woman chuckled. “Well, she has been going with the warriors a lot, so I think she would be one,” You chuckled as well in response. “Don’t underestimate children, my dear. They have huge potential despite their innocence in the world,” the old woman said.

“I just thought that… He would find us sooner or later,” you said, opening up your long-time anxieties.

“Dear, even if it takes long if he indeed loves you, he will search for you till the end of the world. Though I understand your longing,” she said. “The tribe is in a remote place, yet I’m still hoping you three would meet again,”

The girl hears her mother cry many times because of this man who is supposed to be his father. She pouted remembering it again. She doesn’t have much information, she just hears a lot that she looks like him. She heard stories of the ships belonging to a bad man, so she thinks her father is bad. But why would her Mama go to a man like him? He didn’t search for them, she heard he didn’t even know her Mama had a baby, who was her. Her mother got into the tribe because she was taken away by a ship that looked in front of her at that moment.

Why didn't he search for them? Did he forget about them?

As she hides from the distance, she can see a man being illuminated by the bonfire. She was wondering why the man was alone. Upon looking closer, the man is looking at a small item but it was too far for her to see. The man is tall, wears a cloak, has… White hair and red eyes.

In reaction, she accidentally sat down in shock, making the leaves rustle. Before she could go elsewhere, a force enveloped her, and was dragged from her hiding to the bonfire area.

Red eyes stared at her. She was enveloped in fear more. Whoever his man is, he looks mean. “Someone was being sneaky,” he said in a deep voice. Black and red mists enveloped her more, his right eye turning red. “Stop!” she yelled, mists appearing around her. The mists from the man quickly disappeared, making her fall down and instinctively scooting away from him. The man looked shocked and looked at his hand for a second before going back at her. He tried it one more time and the mist could grab her arm. She yelled and glared at him, her eyes emitting a red glow from the covered hood, black and red mists swirling around her, disabling his hold on her. Her eyes gazed at the man intently, suddenly she was hearing something while gazing into his eyes. She is hearing a familiar name and the desire to see her and their child again. Both are shocked as her powers reach the limit and quickly dissipate, stopping the voice and the mists. The man halts his either, being surprised that she can do that.

Sylus was not surprised that the mysterious little girl in front of him had the same Evol as his, he was surprised that she was fast and strong enough to use her Evol against him at her age. Sylus took reigns and used his Evol to grab her, as she seemed to have reached her limit already. “Let me go, you’re the mean man!” she exclaimed. “You are a kid sneaking up in a vast field in the middle of the night. I’m assuming you have business with me,” he spoke. “I would be the mean man if you continue to thrash… Like a hissing kitten,” he followed. Calling this kid like a kitten reminded him of you, especially when you first met him.

The girl quickly stopped but crossed her arms while being levitated. “This ship scares my tribe! Leave us alone!” she said. His eyebrow was raised before he hummed as he gently set her down. “I guess our business aligns then. Why don’t we have a deal?” Sylus said. The hooded girl looked at him. “I’m looking for someone,” he continued. “If you help me find that person I was looking for, I will leave your tribe alone, even offer protection, if you fancy,”

“No, you will just double-cross me or something, we don’t need you to protect, you bad man,” she answered. Well, smart little girl, Sylus thought. “I uphold my deals, sweetie,” Sylus said. “I might be a bad man, but I do the end of my bargain, don’t worry,”

The girl squints her eyes as if she is thinking hard. She doesn’t have much leverage in this matter. “Okay, but you have to tell me who are you looking for,” Sylus looked in the distance, he held the small item he was holding earlier. The crow brooch. “A woman,” he said. “She was in a ship that crashed here many years ago,” he then proceeded to describe that woman. Her eyes widened when he mentioned the crash but covered because of the hood. The girl thought the description he said, there is a certain longing to that and is very similar to what you look like. She snapped her thoughts as she thought she would protect you. “I might know someone,” she answered. Sylus glared. “‘Might’ is not a good retort,” he said. “I am not here to waste time,” he said as the sound of flapping wings and cawing was heard. A black bird landed on his shoulder. It cawed softly beside him and Sylus listened as if he understood him.

“Mephisto is telling me that there is a group of warriors nearby,” he said. “They are the warriors from my tribe,” the little girl said. “Okay, we will leave them be,” Sylus said. The girl was relieved somewhat to hear that. He looked at her slyly. “Let me guess, you sneaked in by them?” The little girl was surprised and looked away, making him chuckle. “They will leave in the dawn but if we follow them, they will notice,” she followed. Sylus hummed. “Don’t worry, he will fly again to see where we will be heading,” Sylus said. “Okay, but I do know how to navigate back,” the little girl said. “I’ll help to find that person you want. The elders might know that crash,” Sylus glared at her but let her be.

“So his name is Mephisto?” she asked, looking at the bird preening beside him. “Yes, I made him,” he replied. The girl was confused and looked closer, he was indeed mechanical. “Whoa… I thought he was a real bird,” Sylus smirked, basking in the compliment. He lets Mephisto roam the skies again as he flies in his order. “The winds will get stronger tonight, he shouldn't roam long,” the little girl said. Sylus looked above and felt the wind, thinking she did have a sense of survival skills. “You better rest, we have a long day of travel back. It’s not that far,” she followed and lay down, her head resting on the log. Out of nowhere, a bag was thrown at her. “What-” she said, realizing it was a sleeping bag. She looked at Sylus, who was already lying down from a distance. Her eyes squinted, making her wonder how her mother fell in love with such a man. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep from the long travel and anxious thoughts.

Sylus wakes up early and looks at the girl, who is still sleeping in the sleeping bag. He has a hunch of why she sneaked up on him last night, far deeper reasons than the tribe. As he packed up his things, he looked at the small trinket attached to his bag, it was the pouch you gave him when you were stuck with him in the grasslands. He always remembered you wherever he went, bringing something that reminded him of you. He wanted to get to the tribe fast to learn if his intel was true. He stood up and reached out to the little girl to wake up. She gasped before doing so and used her Evol to stop his hand.

The girl looked at him angrily. “Sweetie, it is only me,” he said. “I… Okay,” the girl releases his hand. “Please don’t do that. I don’t like people sneaking up on me,” she said. She doesn’t want her hood to be lowered down. “Oh, but you sneaking up on me last night was alright?” he crossed his arms but smirked. She blushed in embarrassment. “I was going to talk to you! I just don’t know the timing!” she defended. “It’s just… I don’t like someone pulling my hood down. My hair is weird,” she said. “How so?” Sylus said. “Other kids tease me of how weird it looks, so I often wear a hood,” she replied, making a half lie. She does get teased but she doesn’t care, she retaliates even. She doesn’t want him to give other ideas as they look alike. “Hmm, don’t listen to them, as far as I’m concerned, you can confront and defend yourself,” he said as he brought his bag. His statement has a hint of truth, she often does it as she wants to show them she isn’t backing down but something stops her thoughts. “That’s…” she trailed off. Sylus stopped as she pointed at the pouch. “Did… Did the person you’re looking for give that to you?” The little girl asked. Sylus didn’t respond, but the girl knew the answer. “I… I’m familiar with that pouch,” she said. “... My tribe does that,” Sylus responded with a hum. “Well, adds more reason to visit your tribe then,”

Despite the windy weather in the grasslands, Sylus and the little girl continued to travel. The two had been walking for a while now and all they could see was seemingly endless grass. The little girl looked at Sylus while they were staying for a break. He was looking a bit uncomfortable, probably due to the heat. “I didn’t know you had encountered my tribe before, they often are remote,” she said. “It was… An accidental event,” he answered. “And that person you were looking for, she gave that pouch, right?” she said. “You said it was many years ago… Do you think she is still-” she stopped as she felt the intense glare from the man. “She is important to me, far more than you imagined,” he said with a rough, pained voice as he returned his gaze to the food he was cooking. “What if somehow you meet her again?” the little girl asked, anticipating his answer. “Then, the world will be much better again,” She felt the yearning in his answer. “I will make sure she will be mine this time and… Not lose her and our child again,” he continued. The little girl internally gasped, she was surprised but masked it quickly. She felt his gaze again. “I believed they survived. It was… A challenge to find her this time,” he spoke. She felt the pain in his voice as if he had been searching for that long.

There were a lot of thoughts in the little girl’s head, especially him saying “Our child”. “You know, I was curious what the city looks like,” the little girl said. “I’ve been hearing stories, I heard it was scary,” she followed. “A bad man was going around, no one knows him but many people are scared of him,” Sylus didn’t answer but listened to her. “My mother was considering visiting and maybe staying there for good,” she said. “Maybe if you hold your end of the bargain, I can show you and your mother around,” Sylus said. “Why only your mother? Where is your father?” he casually asked. The little girl looked sad in response. “I don’t know, he probably had left us. My mother is still waiting for him to return,” He remained silent, remembering luck was not on his side since, he was still searching for the love of his life and his little one.

They continued to walk as the winds were getting stronger. The little girl looked up and saw Mephisto struggling to fly. “He should be getting down, the winds are howling but it would be temporary!” She yelled as the winds were noisy. “He would be fine, I would just repair him,” he said. She sees Sylus started to struggle in walking. The girl looked above again and saw Mephisto losing control to fly and was thrown back and falling. She ran while looking at the trajectory where the mechanical bird might fall. Sylus was surprised that she would still run for the bird. Despite struggling, she jumped to catch Mephisto, bracing for the rough fall on the grass. She opened her eyes and saw herself floating, with an energy holding around her. Looking back, she sees Sylus with his hand out, using his Evol while holding onto the grass. Mephisto cawed weakly on her hold, she fixed herself, making sure she was still hooded as Sylus brought them back to him.

They continued walking when the winds calmed down. She held Mephisto, who had his wing broken. Despite being mechanical, the little girl is still worried. “I told you, I can fix him later. He is fine,” Sylus reassured. Mephisto cawed in response and was calm under the girl’s hold as if he were grateful for catching him.

Sylus looked at the girl again, remembering the time she was running towards the bird. Her hair was white, and her eyes were red, just like his. But she looks so much like you. Her face, her powers, her personality, her past… He remembered his dreams of holding his little girl. He had the intense urge to protect her in realization, using his Evol to make sure she was safe.

“Look!” she yelled as she pointed at the distance, seeing huts and goats roaming. “We have arrived!”

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (33)

*How the Tribute-Mentor first official meeting went*

Coryo: Hi, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: Hey, Snow White~.🥰 How’s it been? You still drunk?

Coryo: Not great, not terrible. Disappointingly sober.

Lucy Gray: Do you have food by any chance?

Coryo: Yeah. My super rich boyfriend brought me an extra sandwich earlier.

Lucy Gray: Can I have it?🥺

Coryo: Sure. I’m willing to trade it for a song.

Lucy Gray: Snow On The Beach?

Coryo: You know it, Bestie~.😌

Sejanus: Marcus~! Hey, Marcus! It’s me, Sejanus!😀

Marcus: *Still in denial* Who’s Marcus? I’m not Marcus.

Sejanus: Oh, c’mon! We literally met at the train station the other day!

Marcus: That wasn’t me.

Sejanus: I’m pretty sure it was you.

Marcus: Nope. Never met you before.

Sejanus: Stop lying, Marcus! I even introduced you to my gorgeous boyfriend!

Marcus: Nah, bro. That was a different Marcus, from a different District 2.

Sejanus: But- but there’s only one District 2?!😭

Festus: Yo, Carl! Carl from District 4, remember me?😀

Coral: Ugh! It’s Coral, stupid!

Festus: Well, whatever. Wanna go steal some food from the school kitchen?

Coral: Are we even allowed-

Festus: Never stopped me and my friends before. So you in?

Coral: Sure. Why not. Lead the way.

Persephone: What’s your favorite food?

Mizzen: Weird question, but fish, I guess? And you?

Persephone: Maid stew.

Mizzen: You mean meat stew, right?

Persephone: Sure! Maid stew is the best and cheapest meat in today’s market.

Mizzen: You mean meat stew, right?!

Persephone: *grins* If that’s what you want to hear.😈

Mizzen: Are you a canni-

Persephone: Wanna taste my homemade “beef” jerky?😀

Lysistrata: Hi, Jessup! It’s me! The Great Lizzie Vickers!

Jessup: Yo, Vitamin Girl, do you have more of those sugar pills you gave me the other day?

Lysistrata: Oh, those pills? That would be 4 cabbages and 2 cans of beans, please.🙂

Jessup: I thought you gave them to me for free?!

Lysistrata: Free? In this economy?!

Livia: If you haven’t heard of me before, I feel so sorry for you. So sorry.🙄💅

Facet: Slow down, girlie. We haven’t even introduced ourselves.

Livia: Fine. I’m Livia Cardew and my mama runs the biggest bank in Panem. And you?

Facet: I’m Facet the fantastic fashionista of District 1.

Livia: A fashionista?! What’s your favorite color?

Facet: Girl, hot pink is the only valid color in Panem.

Livia: Omg! I totally agree with you, bestie!

Facet: Do you like shopping?

Livia: Like?! I love shopping!

Facet: Heels or flats?😏

Livia: Heels forever!

Facet: Feathers or leather?

Livia: I live and breathe for both.

Facet: Girl, same.

Livia: You’re officially my new best friend. Let’s get out of here and go ✨shopping✨!

Facet: Lead the way, bestie!

Palmyra: Do you like tomato soup?

Velvereen: Yeah?

Palmyra: Do you want to try my homemade tomato soup?

Velvereen: Umm. . . Why does your “homemade” soup looks so weird?

Palmyra: It’s totally normal. I made it myself.

Velvereen: Girl, I’m gonna be honest with you.

Palmyra: Sure! I love honesty.😀

Velvereen: Your soup smells like rat poison.

Palmyra: It’s just for aesthetics.

Velvereen: I’m not sure-

Palmyra: Oh, don’t be scared! Do you want to try it or not?

Velvereen: *Sweats nervously* Is it fresh?

Palmyra: Define ✨fresh✨.

Felix: Hi, my name is-

Dill: Oh, please don’t tell me you’re a stupid Ravinstill!

Felix: Wha- Why?!

Dill: I would rather die than be mentored by one of President Ravinstill’s family members!

Felix: Oh.☹️

Dill: So are you?!😠

Felix: A Ravinstill?! Nope. Never. We’re not even related.

Dill: Prove it!

Felix: My name’s Philip Raven’s Bill and I’m just an ordinary law abiding citizen!

Dill: Raven’s Bill? That sounds fake-

Felix: I swear I’m Philip Raven’s Bill. Just ask the Dean.

Dill: Ok? *turns to Casca* Yo, Dean, is my mentor Philip Raven’s Bill?

Casca: Yeah! You got a problem with that?!

Dill: Oh, thank the heavens! My prayers have been answered!

Felix: So-

Dill: You’re now my new best friend, Philip!

Felix: *sweats nervously* Sure, Dill.

Clemensia: Hi. I’m your Mentor.

Reaper: *Glares* Are you normal?

Clemensia: Pretty much.

Reaper: Oh, thank Panem! Thank you, Panem! I got the normal one! The normal one! *starts happy dancing*

Clemensia: Sh*t. I got the weird one.

Florus: Sabyn, is it?

Sabyn: Yeah. And you?

Florus: Florus Friend, at your service-

Sabyn: Let me guess, your parents are a bunch of wealthy gardeners, who are secretly disappointed with you.

Florus: Dammit! How did you know?!

Sabyn: Honestly, just look at you.

Florus: Ughhh! I need to call my therapist!😩🔪

Sabyn: Sign me up too.

Io: Hi. My name is Io Jasper-

Circ: Are you smart?

Io: Yeah.

Circ: How smart?

Io: I can create a mini nuclear missile with a 2B pencil.😊

Circ: Marry me! Please, marry me!

Urban: *Bored AF* So Teslee, tell me, what’s your talent?

Teslee: Hacking.

Urban: You know how to hack?!😀 That’s quite amazing-

Teslee: Hacking your loser ass, you stupid ass nerd!😂

Urban: *flips the table* F*ck this!

Casca: *walks in* That’s another demerit for you, Mr. Turban!

Urban: It’s Urban! Dammit!🤬🔪

Dennis: Hey, Hy. I’m Dennis.

Hy: *coughs* Hi. I’m dying.

Dennis: You’re dying?! But we just met?!

Hy: Asthma is a b*tch.

Dennis: Asthma?! In this era?! I’m calling my doctor!

Hy: I think the Tributes are not allowed to-

Dennis: It’s fine! My doctor works at the Black Market.

Hy: Works where?!

Dennis: It’s totally legal, bro.😉

Iphigenia: Hi, Soul! I’m-

Sol: It’s Sol.

Iphigenia: Sal!😀

Sol: Sol.

Iphigenia: Ok.

Sol: I’m hungry.

Iphigenia: Ok.

Sol: Are you gonna feed me or what?

Iphigenia: Of course! I even bought a truck load of doughnuts just for you!

Sol: You what?!

Iphigenia: And here’s a basket of grapes and oranges-

Sol: Where the heck did you even harvest these?!

Iphigenia: And here’s a box of chicken nuggets and chocolates-

Sol: Slow down-

Iphigenia: And here’s a large bag of garlic fries and-

Sol: Are you the food fairy?!

Apollo: Hello, sunshine! I’m your-

Otto: Can I pet your hair?

Apollo: Sure!😀

Otto: It’s so smooth and fluffy.

Apollo: Thanks!☺️

Otto: What did you use to make it so soft?

Apollo: My dog’s shampoo!😊

Otto: Your dog’s what?!

Diana: Hello, moonshine! I’m Dia-

Ginnee: Where’s the booze?

Diana: I think I’m not allowed to-

Ginnee: Give me a bottle of posca and I’ll trade you a secret.

Diana: What kind of secret?😀

Ginnee: A spicy one.

Diana: About who?

Ginnee: About the Tributes.

Diana: Deal!

Vipsania: Hey.

Treech: Hi.

Vipsania: Cool hat, bro.

Treech: Thanks, bro.

Vipsania: You work out?

Treech: Yeah. And you?

Vipsania: Every single day, bro.

Treech: Cool. Me too.

Vipsania: Wanna skip this boring meeting and go to the gym, bro?

Treech: Sure. Lead the way, bro.

Pup: Hi. I’m your Mentor-

Lamina: *starts crying*

Pup: My name is Pliny.😀

Lamina: *is still crying*

Pup: But my friends call me Pup!

Lamina: Like a puppy?

Pup: Yes. That’s right!

Lamina: Can I have a puppy?🥺

Pup: I- I’m not sure if that’s allowed-

Lamina: *starts crying again* But I want to pet a cute puppy!😭

Pup: I told you that you’re not allowed-

Lamina: *is now wailing like a madman* Give me the cute puppy!!

Pup: *starts panicking* Apollo! Yo, Apollo Ring, help a brother out!

Apollo: what’s the problem, bro?

Pup: Let my Tribute pet you.

Apollo: Pet me? Oh, sure. No problem, bro!😊

Lamina: A puppy! I’m so happy! *starts petting Apollo’s head*

Pup: Yup. Problem solved.

Juno: Hello, peasant Bobby. I’m-

Bobbin: It’s Bobbin.

Juno: Whatever. I don’t care. I’m royalty.

Bobbin: Royalty?! Are you a Ravinstill?!

Juno: Better. I’m a Phipps!😎

Bobbin: A what?

Juno: A Phipps! The most ancient and noble family in all of Panem!

Bobbin: I still don’t get it.

Juno: Ughhh! I’m surrounded by stupid peasants.🙄💅

Hilarius: Hello, fellow human.

Wovey: What’s your name?

Hilarius: Umm. . . Don’t laugh. It’s Hilarius.

Wovey: Ok. I won’t laugh. So what is it?

Hilarius: I already told you.

Wovey: No, you didn’t.

Hilarius: Yes, I did. It’s Hilarius.

Wovey: What’s hilarious?

Hilarius: My name!

Wovey: Seriously, what’s your real name?

Hilarius: Hilarius!

Wovey: Are you joking right now?

Hilarius: Ughhh! Fine. You can call me Hilari.

Wovey: Hillary?! Now that’s hilarious!🤣

Gaius: Yo! You’re Pablo, right?😀

Panlo: It’s PAN. LO! P. A. N. L. O. Panlo!

Gaius: Like the bread?!

Panlo: Exactly!

Gaius: Can I call you “Bread Boy” instead?

Panlo: No.

Gaius: Pretty please?🥺

Panlo: No!

Gaius: Oh, c’mon, Pablo! Bread Boy is the perfect stage name.

Panlo: If you want me to die from embarrassment!

Gaius: But think about that sweet sweet money, Bread Boy.

Panlo: I do love money.

Gaius: And fame!

Panlo: Fine! But make sure I get more than half of the shares.

Gaius: No problem, Pablo-

Panlo: It’s Panlo.

Gaius: Whatever you say, Panini.

Androcles: Hi! My name is Andie. I’m a Kleptomaniac and I like to steal stuff.

Sheaf: You like to what?!

Androcles: Sh*t! That came out wrong. Can I try again?

Sheaf: Umm. . . Sure?

Androcles: Ok. Deep breath. Don’t be weird. She’s just a girl.

Sheaf: I’m ready when you are?

Androcles: *exhales* Hi! My name is Andie and I’m a proud delinquent- Sh*t! That came out wrong again!

Sheaf: It’s ok. Take all the time that you need. I’m just here to help.

Androcles: Ok. Let’s try again. Hi! My name is Andie and I stole the President’s dog once.😀

Sheaf: You stole a dog?! You monster!

Androcles: Ughhh! Why am I failing so bad?! What is wrong with me?!

Sheaf: Maybe you’re just nervous because I’m pretty?

Androcles: Nah, bro. Felix, Coryo, and Clemmie are prettier.

Sheaf: Well, it was worth a try. So take four?

Androcles: Yeah. I think I’m ready.

Sheaf: Ok. Go!

Androcles: Hi, Tribute! My name is Andie and my mom blackmails people for a living- Nevermind. I give up.

Sheaf: How about you let me introduce myself first?

Androcles: I’m cool with that.

Sheaf: Alright. Here we go. Hello, Andie! My name is Sheaf and I like to dance for money- Sh*t! That came out wrong.

Androcles: Yep. I think we’re doomed.

Domitia: Hello, Tanner. How’s the-

Tanner: You know my name?

Domitia: A little birdie told me.

Tanner: Brandy was right! I shouldn’t have trusted Lucy Gray!

Domitia: Lucy Gray didn’t snitch on you. Brandy did.

Tanner: What?! Why?!

Domitia: I gave her a big slice of my family’s premium ham.

Tanner: That little snitch! When I get my hands on that neck-

Domitia: Tanner, do you like cows?

Tanner: Yeah. I slaughter them from time to time. Why? You like cows?

Domitia: I’m a Whimsiwick! My whole family loves cows!

Tanner: A Whimsiwick?! You’re that famous but crazy Dairy Heiress?!

Domitia: Yup! That’s me!

Tanner: My whole District practically works for you! I work for you!

Domitia: That’s true!

Tanner: That’s great! You’re rich!

Domitia: Do you want to see my exclusive dairy cow collection?😀

Tanner: Are you single?

Arachne: I can’t believe that I have to introduce myself-

Brandy: Where’s my sandwich, little girl.

Arachne: You rude little sh*t! I’m still talking-

Brandy: Are you gonna cry home to mommy?

Arachne: Shut up, farmer!

Brandy: Oh, don’t be such a whiny loser, circus freak.

Arachne: How dare you call me that! You’re the loser, you District scum!

Brandy: Is that all you’ve got, you certified Capitol b*tch!

Arachne: Oh, you just crossed the line, you dirty animal!

Brandy: You pampered little banshee!

Arachne: You impoverish ugly creature from the sewers!

Brandy: You-

Casca: Oi! That’s enough insults for today. You’re embarrassing yourselves in front of Panem.

Arachne: She started it!

Brandy: Yes, I did.

Casca: And both of you may continue tomorrow.

Arachne: Fine!

Brandy: Whatever.🙄

Casca: Also, Brandy won this round.

Arachne: Dammit!

[gutspiller]

call me if you get lost - I

not posting all chapters here since it's already finished, but thought i'd add the first!!! read the full 16 chapters on ao3 here

"You're insufferable."

Usually, you would've been more keen on your wording around men -- customers. Not this time around, though, as the man before you sneers with a reprehensible school girl giggle. His name is Alastor, as you'd come to know him, the (in)famous radio host of New Orleans! New Orleans' prized treasure and sanctity.

In your eyes? A hard-headed, outcast, fool. One very, very, unfortunate day, he called. And now you're stuck with this dolt.

You cross your arms in disdain. This was the third appointment of the week scheduled with him. There are two others. It's Wednesday. Doesn't he have something to do, his own popular radio show to host? Simply.. annoying. There was no other word to describe this situation, you thought, but then you realized there were. Nasty, annoying, annoying, insolent, crabby, maddening. It was like he wanted you to himself. There are a million other call girls, flappers, prostitutes.. whatever, to please his mindlessness. His apparent 'loneliness' he once dramatically declared he had.

"Are you done playing with your food yet?" You ask with a frown, groaning when his smile only widens. The ends of his golden eyes crinkle in satisfaction. Did he want a reaction for his insulting behavior? Well, he's about to damn get it!

He tilts his head to the side, acting all dollish and ditzy. Raising one brow, he starts his blabbering. Again. "Hm?" He jumps with a start, straightening back up. "Are you implying something with that retort of yours, my dear?" Of course. This f- "Why, I'd adore to eat that cute face of yours up," Grabbing your cheek with one hand and pinching it, he talks in that freakishly demeaning baby voice he does when he wants the total control he already has with his status, 'back'. "But I'm afraid I might get poisoned, my dear!" You grimace. Is he serious?

He already has you under his thumb, whether you like it or not. You both already know this- It's implied with your profession, and that stupid influential persona of his. He smiles. Terribly. Leaning in, so close your plush lips graze over his- and Alastor, your most excruciating client, swipes a bite with his sharp teeth to your lower lip. You play into his sick idea of a game, teasingly squinting your eyes, urging him to press harder.

Your bottom lip is surely losing color by now, but it quickly comes back when you feel a familiar copper taste linger on your tongue. Your lip starts to sting, and just when you think he's done, he slips his own tongue in your mouth. Grabbing your face with both his hands, Alastor pulls you closer than ever before. His saliva mixes with the burgundy-colored, smooth substance. It's fresh, new, and most importantly- exciting. Invigorating. It urges you for more.

It urges you to come back again on Thursday.. and then Friday, or whenever he calls you for a quick power trip.

It's not always this smooth sailing, though.

Sometimes this.. man, will call in advance, but will be absent from his place of residence at the appointed time. It's, frankly, worrying. For you! Of course, as you're locked outside bordering on pushing daisies. Often he fails to show for a good half-hour, until he finally shows up. Sweat like dew on his pretty caramel skin, rushing to the doorstep you stand angrily at.

He should really consider adding a bench. Or you should raise your prices.

Or both. Who's to say?

You. You're to say.

Quickly, after huffing and puffing all the way here (Ugh), he unlocks the spruce door to his home, politely ushering you in. Of course, he acts like a gentleman, but only for the first thirty seconds of his presence being known.

And then it starts all over again.

With how much he occupies your work schedule, you may as well drop all offers from other people- also considering his odd possessiveness with you. 

Really, someone needs to put him in his place.

[kteezy997]

I'm With You- Part Six// Lee (Bones and All)

Info: reader missing Lee, depressed Lee, some fluff

You spent the next couple of weeks sleeping in the truck in secluded areas of rural towns. Spending nights in cheap motel rooms, and trying to heal from what you had seen. It was hard to unsee it, to unfeel it. You forced yourself to think of the happy times you had with Lee, and luckily, they outweighed the bad thing. Somehow.

You had never felt so seen, so loved in all your life. You didn't see a future for yourself without him. You missed him terribly. But you were terrified of the things he had done, and of what he could do in the future. However, you knew him, how tender and sweet he was to the core. How selfless he was and how incredibly kind he was with you.

"Don't disappear on me forever." he had pleaded with you, "Please, find me again, let me explain!" You kept repeating his words in your mind over and over. His voice in your head broke your heart. You pitied the part of him that you knew so well: the lonely drifter whose only source of love was from his sister that he couldn't be too close to. He was an outsider, just like you. You knew what it was to be alone. Now Lee, you knew, was more alone than ever.

You had to see him, at least one last time. If he wasn't meant to be in your life, you'd feel it. You drove back to his hometown in Kentucky. The very same town that you had shared a Wendy's meal in his aunt's abandoned home, and you had laughed more during that meal with him than you had in a long time.

As you drove the truck through the town, you saw his sister, Kayla, entering an ice cream parlor with some friends. This was your chance at finding Lee. You parked near the ice cream place, and nonchalantly leaned against the truck. "Hey, Kayla." you said to the blonde girl as she walked out of the building, ice cream cone in hand.

"Hey." she answered, eyeing you. "I met you a while back, I-uh, I'm Lee's friend." you said, nervously. "Yeah, I remember." Kayla turned to her friends, "You guys go on ahead, I'll be there in a minute." Now the two of you were alone, and she joined you at the front of the truck. "So, have you seen Lee?" you asked. "Yeah, yeah he's been staying out at the lake, just outside of town. I'm glad he's been staying close, but he just ...seems to be going through somethin', I guess."

"If you don't mind me asking, why did he not come around much anyway?" "Ugh, it's so stupid, people don't even remember what happened with the cops anymore. That was three years ago. He spent three days in jail, and they let him out." "Jail? What happened?" your heart started pounding. "It was our dad, he and Lee got into a fight because dad hit me, and he hit Lee too. Lee told me to call the cops, and I did. But when they got there, dad was gone and there was blood on Lee, but it was all Lee's blood."

After your talk with Kayla, you wanted to hear Lee's side of the story more than before. You wanted to know everything, you wanted to understand. Kayla gave you directions to the lake where Lee had set up a tent. You parked the truck and walked around, looking for him. You saw him from afar, sitting on the bank by himself. You ran toward him, "Lee!" you called out.

He turned and looked at you, getting up. "Y/n?" You ran into his arms, hugging him. He didn't know what to do at first. He was surprised to see you, let alone the fact that you had your arms around him. After a moment, you felt his hands on your back. You took a second to pull away and look at his face. "I've missed you so much." you admitted. "So, you're not scared of me then?" he asked, his eyes were darkened with melancholy. You shook your head 'no.' Lee smiled weakly and pulled you into another hug. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you." he said, holding you tight.

That night, he took you swimming in the lake just as they were setting off fireworks for the Fourth of July. You both looked up from the water, watching the colors spread out across the sky. You swam around a little, and felt Lee come behind you and he took you in his arms. Your back was pressed against his naked chest. You felt at ease again, for the first time since you had been separated.

You let him hold you and you watched the remainder of the firework show. You leaned against him, and let your hand run slowly across the top of the water. “Lee?” you asked, resting your head against his. “Hmm?” “We should put your tent to good use, and just get lost somewhere.” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling. He squeezed you a little bit tighter, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You felt him shift slightly and his lips met your neck with sweet, wet kisses. It was like time had stopped since you last saw each other, Lee wasn’t missing a beat. “Let’s leave tonight.” he said, his breath hitting your skin as he spoke. “Okay, I’m down.” You turned, facing him and placing your hands on his shoulders for stability in the water. You loved how cute he looked with wet hair and tiny droplets running down his face. His lips turned up into a grin, and he slowly leaned in to kiss you. And you welcomed his lips on yours, feeling elated that you were in his arms again.

@chalabagellunafluff @gatoenlaciudad @sexylifestylesblog @quicksilversg1rl

[destinygoldenstar]

Fusing Total Drama Characters In Sims 4 (Part 9)

I’m fusing Total Drama characters in Sims 4 using the genetic mechanic.

Why?

I don’t flipping know. Why not?

I’m gonna do EVERY pairing possible. This post is just gonna be however long Tumblr allows for images.

So let’s just get into it.

I’m using my own TD Sims for this. They’re in the Gallery if you want them. As well as all these pairings and sims that get generated. So what you want.

Lindsay + Bridgette

Alright, let’s see…

Oh wow. That girl is like, the PERFECT Lindsay/Bridgette fusion

Well one, I love her, two, she actually looks like Lindsay and Bridgette fused together. With the blue and the fashionable crop top and the heel version of sandals, and her hairstyle… this actually looks perfect.

The boy is whatever. He’s got a lot of animal print on for some reason.

The boys name is Jordan. He’s good & proper.

The girls name is Shea. She’s a dog lover & gloomy

Lindsay + Trent

Alright, let’s see…

Oh geez, they’re both mismatch.

Welp. This one was a fail.

The girls name is Lyric. She’s active & loves the outdoors.

That’s funny cause one of my project’s characters name is Lyric. (‘Danganronpa The Privileged Traitor’, look forward to it)

The boys name is Isaac. He’s proper & good.

Okay, really? You’re gonna give the boys the same traits?

Lindsay + Harold

What should’ve been Action’s finale.

Let’s see what sims comes up with…

WHO IS THIS BOY?!?!

This boy is CRAZY looking. Where’d you come from?!?!

Why do you have a mohawk?! Earrings?! A neon colored shirt?!

The girl is adorable. Why are the Harold daughters so cute?

The girls name is Elliana. She’s a loner & goofball.

The boys name is Finley. He’s practice makes perfect & a party animal.

Lindsay + Courtney

Here’s a pairing that’d never happen.

But let’s see…

Okay. The boy is terrible.

I’m sorry. But he’s bald. And he’s mismatch all over. That one was a fail.

The girls cute though. I think it’s a trend now that I like the Lindsay generated girls but not the boys.

The boys name is Angelo. He’s mean & hates children.

So yeah… his personality doesn’t make up for it.

The girls name is Marisa. She’s lacrosse intolerant & cheerful.

Aww she’s got a bit of both her parents.

Lindsay & Beth

Last one for today. And of course we got the two besties.

This should be interesting…

Oh gosh…

Okay, the boy, HIDEOUS. Top to bottom. Mismatch clothes. He’s got an ugly cap. He clearly has Beth’s genes when it comes to face. He’s got nose rings. UGH.

The girls actually very pretty…? Like, I’m surprised. This is a cute red dress she’s got going. And that hair? She’s pretty.

Congrats Beth, you did something right for… twice. Admittedly.

The girls name is Yvette. She’s self assured & evil.

…I take it back.

The boys name is Simon. He’s an animal enthusiast & good.

I guess this is a ‘looks aren’t everything’ story. Cause wow is that convenient that the hot one is evil and the ugly one is good.

Would be an interesting story though.

Say these generated sims were on a team on a show. What’s their team name?

[meiloorunsmoothie]

tl5y 🫠, a sparknotes review

okay, round two! similar to the finding neverland post (basically a play by play of my thoughts while i watched), but this time no gifs...cause i'm lazy. i did add song titles though.

enter if you dare ⬇️

still hurting

so it's just occurred to me that i've never actually seen a movie with anna kendrick (minus trolls, i have seen that) (no i haven't seen pitch perfect)

i'm tempted to pause right now and read the letter

shiksa goddess

oh hi jere-OH...

poofy hair :D

see i'm smiling (apparently i had no thoughts during this song)

ack jamie 😬

moving too fast

THE. POOFY. HAIR.

the little jump!

the way she's just watching him while he's walking around the room singing 💀 (honestly same)

ah it's very nice to have visual context along with this song

ASHLEY

ASHLEY

ASHLEY

a part of that

i think i'm starting to understand what he means when he says he's a lot like jamie in real life

"for cathy" oh gosh i feel like this movie's going to really get me

the schmuel song

SCHMUEL

i love anna kendrick's deadpan-ness

why have i never put the two and two together that he's a writer so that's why he tells stories, hence schmuel 💀

NO IT GLITCHED ihavetorewind (rewindsbacktothebeginning)

SCHMUEL

a summer in ohio

betsy wolfe? that's a fun easter egg

OH THAT'S WHERE THAT EYEBROW GIF IS FROM

the next ten minutes

at this point, i've heard "the next ten minutes ago" so many times that i half expected laura osnes' voice to come in during this scene

this is a happy song but i'm sad

a miracle would happen/when you come home to me

oh gosh jamie 😭

okay but this song is a bop

ASHLEY

ASHLEY

ASHLEY

(yeah it's just going to be like this every time she shows up)

jamie...

climbing uphill

hey jason robert brown - how many cameos are in this movie 🤨

oh this is fun (but for real, this is me every time i'm on a stage)

i would like to read this "light out of darkness" book please

wait i'm confused - i thought cathy was telling it backwards. didn't they just get married? why is all going terribly in this song 💀

if i didn't believe in you

oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh

okay i wasn't sure where this was going when it started but...😳💀😭

the acting in the scene >>>, from both of them

i can do better than that

no. i don't want to see this after that.

blew me off with a heartfelt letter...

no don't cut the hair (clearly i prioritize all the right things)

nobody needs to know

ASHLEY...i can't tell if i like that she's the one jamie cheated with 😵‍💫

is this the girl from spiderman: homecoming (my brain is obviously focusing on the important things) (oh it is btw)

conscious, deliberate mistake.........

ack the shiksa goddess callback

goodbye until tomorrow/i could never rescue you

he's very growly in this movie

HIM IN THE BACKGROUND WRITING THE NOTE

ugh jamie. there's nothing to say.

i like the color contrasting in the movie though

oh this is a tragic medley

why is he carrying the suitcase instead of rolling it like a normal person

um. how dare this movie. i'm going to go rewatch finding neverland.

consensus: if you love jeremy jordan, you should watch this movie. also, if you hate jeremy jordan, you should watch this movie.

[shaunamilfman]

Wanted to share some Random YJ headcannons I have for the girlies.

Shauna:

- Despite not showing it she needs a lot of physical touch, always needs to be next to or holding her s/o in some ways, holding pinkies, grabbing her s/o’s belt loop. Whenever she gives hugs from behind she ALWAYS rests her chin/head on your shoulder.

- BARNES AND NOBLE DATES!!! Reading each other to sleep is a love language, sharing books and leaving notes in the margins for each other, giving recommendations, it’s all so important for her.

Jackie:

- She does in fact have a hoard of stuffed animals on her bed that she loves probably more than her s/o, you will have to sleep with all of them piled around you when you sleep at hers because she says she’ll “Feel bad about putting them on the floor for the night”

- (However if you also have a special stuffed animal she is unnecessarily jealous of it and will take it out of your hands as you sleep and takes its place)

- Legit can think of any excuse to have either of you touch each other “Hey babe can you rub some sunscreen on my shoulders I can’t reach.” “Oh my god you look so tense let me give you a massage” “Is there any way you can help me roll out my leg? It’s soooo sore from practice.”

Van:

- Adores lego sets, her s/o has to physically pull her away from the lego section at target.

- If you guys ever go for walks in the park or on the beach, she will always bring back the “coolest rock/leaf” to give to you

- LOVES ice hockey cause of how violent it is

Nat

- Infuriatingly good at Mario Kart

- Absolutely adores horror movies but she especially loves terrible horror movies, bad plot? terrible acting? Awful monster makeup? that’s her shit.

- Despises winter because she gets cold easily but LOVES snow, she’s absolutely mesmerized when its snowing outside, she’s basically plastered to the window looking outside

Lottie:

- Ma’am cannot regulate her body heat so she will 100% go in for a hug and you’ll jump back cause her hands are FREEZING. She will then attempt to warm her hands by putting them under your shirt.

- Absolutely DESTROYS people in Monopoly and the worst person to play with. No mercy from her at all. She becomes a whole different person.

- Will always scoot over towards you in the night when you’re sleeping so when you wake up her side is completely unoccupied, she is pressed up against you and you are hanging off the edge of the bed.

damn this is some good shit bro. i don't have much to add this is quality work.

i love the idea of like subtly touchy shauna. the belt loop thing is so real. you and Shauna writing back and forth to each other in the margins if the book your both reading??? you both have a specific color pen for it so when you reread you can always tell who said what.

Jackie Taylor def has an army sleeping on her bed that you gotta sleep around. your spooning her while she's spooning a giant fucking stuffed animal. she makes you turn them all face down/away when your fucking her fr. Jackie taking your fav stuffed animal from you so you can hold her instead?? her ass is so petty omg.

ugh van is such a cool rock girl omg. she brings you weirdly shaped leaves and cool shells she finds. you have to have a whole shelf dedicated to her little gifts she brings you.

Nat would kick your ass at Mario kart idk why that's so true. she doesn't buy in to cart strategies either she just full sends it on link. nat and the universal monster movies??

i do HC lottie as always cold. mentioned before that she presses her cold fucking feet against you while yall are sleeping. she has no shame with the hands thing all of your friends think she's coping a feel in front of them the first time she does it. lottie matthews always steals your blankets you wake up shivering with one leg off the bed every night

[goat-and-a-pig]

Chapter 10

Present

“So Stud, I’ve got a question for you.” Icarus glanced over nonchalantly, his face betraying no hint of his plot.

“Sup,” said Stud. He glanced over his shoulder. He obviously wasn’t paying attention.

Perfect.

“Spud Potatoes?!? Seriously?!?” Icarus burst out laughing. Stan turned the color of a ripe tomato. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that wasn’t my… best alias.” He grimaced.

“Wasn’t your best one? Does that mean you have more than one? Is Stud Pilfer even your real name? What is your real name? Do you really spell it P-I-L-F-I-R? Seems a bit tacky-” Stud cut him off. “NO, they’re just terrible at spelling!” He glared at him. “Also, I don’t really “do” backstory. But I am fascinated by yours! I assume I can’t ask about Bill.”

“Nope.”

“Or your weird name.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Or your sidekick, Invisi-Girl.”

“Hey!” Mabel shouted. “I am a person, and I am right here. Any questions about me you ask to my face, punk.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Sheesh, okay.” Stud (if that even was his name) chuckled. “So here’s my question- why’d you never leave the spaceship? You figured people were looking for you- right?” Icarus squirmed. “Well, Bill said I was too weak for the first year, and for the next nine I needed to build up my immunity to the radiation-”

“I never got mutated,” Stud interrupted. “And Mabel hasn’t been there for ten years, right?” She nodded. “So why wasn’t she mutated either?” Icarus frowned. What he said made sense, but it didn’t agree with what Bill said-

A shout arose from the tunnel. “PILFER!” A mustachioed guard yelled at them with more guards behind him.

They booked it.

When they got outside, Icarus could see the guards plus a big man and a small child with big white hair (or maybe it was an extremely short old person; Icarus couldn’t tell the age or gender from here) in handcuffs. Wait… Is that guard a centaur or just riding a horse? He’s too far away… He looked around at his settings, losing his train of thought. They were in a clearing with a canyon and a wooden dam. Who builds a wooden dam? That is so structurally unstable! I mean, come on-

“Dam it,” Stud puffed, breaking Icarus’ internal rant. Icarus looked pointedly at him and then at Mabel, to which Mabel rolled her eyes at. “No, dam it! As in, if we get them all down there and you stay up to break the dam-”

“-We can flood the canyon and get away!” Finished Icarus excitedly. “Yep,” said Stud, a bit miffed that Icarus stole his thunder. “What about the prisoners though? Are they good guys or bad guys?”

“Bad guys,” Stud and Mabel replied in unison. They eyed each other suspiciously. Stud broke first. “I, uh, might’ve cheated them off of their fair share of the profit,” he admitted. “But to be fair, they deserve it! Lil’ Gideon is so annoying! How is he so evil for a ten-year-old?” Mabel scoffed. “He deserved it,” she said darkly. Seeing their looks, she explained. “He’s my ex (sort of). And he’s really clingy! He wouldn’t stop sending me these creepy love letters and- ugh. Forget it.” Yikes. “Here, I’ll be motive enough to get Gideon down there. Bud will follow him from there. You get the guards.” Icarus grabbed her shoulder. “Are you sure about this Mabel?” He asked quietly. She looked up at him, determination gleaming in her eyes. “Icarus,” she said softly. “I know I’m twelve. But I’m more capable than you think I am. I’ll be safe, I promise.” He nodded uneasily.

“I’m gonna need a weapon, because you’ll need my gun. You got any?” Icarus felt around. “Here, take this.” He handed Stud his D, D, & More D rulebook. “Seriously?” But Stud went with it, waved his arms and shouted, “Catch me if you can, suckers!” while running down into the canyon. Mabel went over to Gideon (whichever one that was) and got both of them out of their handcuffs, pretending to help them. He caught the last part of her monologue. “So you’ve decided to take me back?” The short one asked. Guess that was Gideon. Eugh. “Heck no!” She smacked Gideon’s hand that had been creeping its way toward hers. “W-what?” He asked bewilderedly. “I said NO, Gideon! I think you need to learn what that means!” She sprinted down the path.

Gideon took the bait. Icarus could practically see the steam coming out of his ears as the other man (Bud?) lifted him onto his shoulders and ran after her. Down there, it looked like Stud was almost out of luck. He looked up at Icarus who mimed a hitting motion. Stud lifted the book and hit the guard forcefully on his head, knocking him out. “Hey! Your nerd thing is pretty good at putting people to sleep- in more ways than one!” His voice carried as he laughed. He continued to whack people. Icarus rolled his eyes and began to shoot.

Being made out of wood, the bullets went through easily. And being old, it didn’t take long for all of the strategically placed holes water was bursting through to make it collapse. The wood started to creak. Icarus only had to place one more bullet.

“Stud! Mabel!” He cried. They began running up the pathway. “Well I beat the-” he glanced at Mabel “-crap outta those guys. I don’t think you need to shoot it open.” He handed Icarus his book back. “Oh, okay,” Icarus agreed.

Then the dam flooded and swept them all away.

_____

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!” They screamed. They held tightly to one another as they were swept away. The guards and prisoners screamed too as all three groups were rushed onto different paths from a three way fork. Icarus, Mabel, and Stud spotted a cave and swam for it to escape the rapids. But as soon as they entered, rocks fell, blocking their exit and leaving enough tiny holes for water to start flooding in.

“No, no, no, no, no,” muttered Stud, panicked. He tried to get some rocks out of the other wall of the cave so they could break free, but with the water rising in the pitch black cave, it was futile.

“It’s useless. I can’t see.” Stud sighed. Mabel shivered and Icarus pulled her closer, his hair dripping on her forehead.

“Stan Pines.”

“Huh?”

“You asked me what my real name is; it’s Stanley Filbrick Pines. Feels like something I should get off my chest before I die.” Mabel gasped softly. “No way,” she whispered. Icarus smiled. “You know, I think I like Stan better.” Icarus felt Stan shrug. “Eh, suit yourself.” They sat in silence for a second, then Icarus spoke up.

“My eye glows when I say an incantation,” he offered. Then it struck him. “My eye glows when I say an incantation!” The water had almost completely filled the cave. He began to speak quickly.

“A-X-O-L-O-T-L!

My time has come to drown!

I invoke the ancient power-”

The water filled the room.

Icarus hesitantly opened his eyes- and could see! It had worked! Stan began to move the rocks frantically, scraping his hand in the process. He moved a rock and found a hole for water to leak from. Then another. And another. With each stone removed, they had a greater chance of living.

Suddenly, the wall broke and they tumbled out with it.

[allamericansbitch]

bestie here's the tea:

so basically little mix and nicki collabed together with their song woman like me in 2018, and vocally supported her when she was actively beefing with cardi at the time

flash forward to 2020, when jesy nelson of little mix, who is a WHITE woman appeared to have a darker skin tone than the women of color in the band (leigh anne is black, jade thirlwall is yemeni) in their music video for sweet melody. she's been criticised for years preceding this for overly tanning, but it got to a new head in that year, when it was just too obvious to ignore

in 2021, this disappeared for a bit after she gained sympathy and support for her mental health struggles, (she's spoken about struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts) and for leaving the band. she even made a documentary at the time called odd one out which talked about the body dysmorphia she struggled with for years that the other girls also appeared and supported in

now things get WORSE in 2022, when jesy and nicki collab on her debut single, Boyz. Which is a TERRIBLE song, you have to see the MV to believe me. Basically its her, a white woman, fantasising about "bad boys from the hood" which is black men, with blackfishing mannerisms and just ugh. its too gross to explain. watch the mv, you'll understand. watch her jingle bell ball performance too for her black mannerisms that she adopted.

the single was a disaster both commerically and critically, people were surprised that a member of a group as acclaimed as little mix could release a song like this. the blackfishing accusations came back, and then it was outed that leigh anne had a conversation about her blackfishing before she left the group, but obviously it was brushed aside and dismissed.

then nicki invitied jesy on an ig live mocking leigh anne, calling her a clown (leigh anne had just given birth to twins at the time) and a hypocrite, saying that she was targeting jesy on purpose and not every artist who has blackfished in the past. and jesy sat there during the live laughing and kiking at her bandmate and best friend of over a decade getting humiliated online. shortly after this, the rest of little mix and jesy unfollowed each other and they are not on good terms to this day.

the absolutely laughable thing about this is that after this, nicki never acknowledged jesy publicly, even though the latter often comments on her ig account. just used her for the momentum and infamous attention her song was getting and just dropped her like that.

oh my god now i actually remember some of this, completely forgot about the fact she was featured on that god-awful song until now and i remember that livestream... god....

[hermit-called-he]

BOLD

You make me feel so goddamn bold

I don’t know where I got all of this confidence, truth be told 

Maybe the quarantine is really getting to my brain 

Oh there is so much to gain 

I can’t believe I asked you for dinner on Valentine’s Day

You haven’t texted back yet and that fills me with dismay 

I am such an anxious girl oh my god 

I don’t know why you don’t think me oh so very odd

I feel like the dumbest person alive right now 

And that feeling is really hitting me like the full force of a snow plow 

This is all illogical, I know 

But I can’t help it when my thoughts decide they want to go to and fro 

God this feels like a new low 

I am ashamed of how often you are on my mind

I talk about how much I adore you all the goddamn time 

I’m miserable right now just analyzing my behavior 

I feel like this crush is slowly absorbing all of my personality’s flavor 

I’m so tempted to take my offer back but I shouldn’t be a coward about something like this 

God I really do destroy myself 

I just wish I could be in a state of naive bliss 

Why do you have to occupy most of the room on my thought shelf? 

I feel like I’m shrinking slowly, maybe even becoming a little elf 

You might think me bold on the surface but I’m all nerves underneath 

My thoughts go round and round so much they could form a giant Christmas wreath 

What makes you so special that I just have to talk about you all the time? 

Is it your love of Trek? Our lovely discussions about Who? The fact that you think not giving everyone equality should be a crime? 

God I walk such a fragile line 

I don’t want to be that girl that is too obvious but how else would you know I’m so engrossed in every part of you? 

I live for your sarcastic repartee and all those little other texting things you like to do

You keep me on my feet and I dream, 

Dream so hard about what it would be like to love you for a long time 

Somehow that feels like a huge crime 

As I’m writing this, I feel moments away from crying

Waiting for you to answer makes me feel like I’m lowkey dying 

I know you’re making your way to my location right now 

But god do I wish you could be here somehow 

I feel like a failure in the flesh

The boldness might just make me plummet to my untimely death 

I really don’t want us to be put in the position where I force you to break my heart 

That seems like an unfair course of action to chart 

I promise I don’t think you’re anything more than human 

I know people are quick to say that people like us are incredible, that we’re superhuman 

We both know we have flaws and if I might be honest, sir 

Yours are only more endearing the more I learn about them 

I’m drawn to you like a fish to a lure 

And with my dislike of feeling, this all makes me feel so very grim 

You make me want to be bold

Not because you are, obviously, I know you better than to think that

But you inspire me to venture out a little into the cold 

I wish I didn’t overthink it so much since it makes me feel like complete crap 

I don’t want to feel this level of sad over things I can’t control 

I need to stop imagining that you are the guy I win when I reach the goal 

That sounds so fucked up ugh 

I should stop trying to make your heartstrings tug 

I’m such a useless person at finding people who would love me like that 

I have too many trust issues which causes me to push everyone away 

I’m as jumpy as a terrified cat 

I just want to stop being so terribly affected by everything that you say 

So yes, this is where being bold gets me 

It gives me so much anxiety that I want to scurry up and hide in the branches of a tree 

I know if you saw these you’d tell me all my worrying is useless 

But that’s probably because you don’t think I should see myself as loveless 

You try to paint my world full of optimistic colors 

That makes me feel so goddamn happy that you think I should be in love with myself before I turn to others 

I can’t bring myself to agree because I’m so paralyzed by the fact you even like me 

Is this what years of being told I shouldn’t toe the line gets me? 

I suppose it is, especially if I consider simply asking you to grab dinner with me to be particularly risky 

I don’t know what to feel now, perhaps I should stop rambling and make myself another form of busy

[ravendruid]

Hello! I recently came across your fics and I love them! Could I maybe ask for a prompt where either Vex or Percy gets jealous? I don't think I ever read that in a fic.

Hi! Thank you so much for reading my fics! It means a lot to me :'D I'm always happy to take prompts, and I will always do my best to write them! I assumed you meant jealous of Vax/Keyleth. I hope that's okay! I picked Vex because I couldn't imagine a scene where Percy gets jealous. I hope you like it, it was really fun to write! Consider this a drabble for Be In My Eyes.

Vex had an assortment of books laid out in front of her on the kitchen table, some of them highlighted in multiple colors, others had notes on the margins, but the only thing they all had in common was the million little plastic tabs she used to mark pages. She was trying to focus on the graphic of the human skeleton in front of her when Vax let out a particularly thunderous laugh.

Open floors are great ways to make a house feel bigger but terrible for studying, especially when you only have access to one desk in your bedroom, which was taken by Pike at the moment. 

“Can you guys please just… less?” She asked her brother.

Vax looked at her in shock. He and Keyleth had been playing games on the console for hours, and they wouldn’t stop talking and laughing loudly. Vex could feel herself reach her boiling point.  

“Sorry.” He mumbled, returning his attention to Keyleth, whose face was red as a tomato. 

Vex tried to focus again on the graphic, writing down the names of the different bones and trying to memorize where they were located. She hadn’t even reached the ankle bones when Vax screamed in triumph after finally beating Keyleth at the game they were playing.

“SERIOUSLY! Is it much to ask for a moment of silence in this house?” Vex’ahlia burst. She had gotten up so suddenly that the noise of the wooden chair hitting the floor made her jump. “UGH. Fine!” She groaned, collecting her things and stuffing them haphazardly inside her backpack.

“Vex, I– - Keyleth got up from the couch and tried to apologize, but Vex just ran past her, quickly slipped on her shoes, and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

“Vex’ahlia.” Vax caught up to her before the elevator did, and Vex had no choice but to face him angrily.

“What, brother.” She spat the last word.

“What was that all about?” Vax looked genuinely confused.

“I don’t know, you tell me. You know that we have a big exam coming, and I’ve been having trouble keeping up with classes.”

“You could have just let us know we were being loud. We could have gone to my bedroom or something.” Vax tried to reach his hand to touch his sister’s arm, but she pulled away.

“Oh right, because that’s exactly what I would have wanted to see… Gods, Vax. Just leave me, and I’ll be fine. Go back to Keyleth!”

“Vex’ahlia, are you jealous?” Vax chuckled incredulously. 

Just as she was about to tell him to fuck off, the elevator behind her dinged and the doors opened to show two girls standing inside, a tall blonde girl they had met on their first day and a shorter girl they didn’t recognize, who were both looking at the twins expectantly. Vex’ahlia scorned her brother and walked inside the elevator, pressing the button to close the doors.

“Vex, pleas–”

The last thing Vex saw before the elevator’s doors closed was her brother’s pleading eyes. What if she was jealous? What if she wanted her brother to spend more time with her? She was his twin. They were all they had in life. So what? “Ugh! Men…” She grunted, forgetting she was not alone and jumping at the sound of the two snickering girls behind her.

[saitseeing]

hey!! im not sure if you're still taking questions for the ask game, but how about 1, 9, 10, 20, and 32?

Hi!! Yeah I totally am. (Honestly you could send me asks from a game I posted like a month ago and I'd still answer haha) 1) create a 7 member girl or boy group with existing idols -- Okay so I decided to do both because I had too many ideas in my head. -- For girl group: Sunmi, Chungha, Swan from Purple Kiss, Bibi, Dia from Pixy, Mia from Everglow, and Sori from Cocosori. They would be such a powerhouse of interesting vocals and good dancers, plus Bibi has such a unique image and take that I think would make for such a killer influence on Sunmi, Swan, and Dia's already slightly darker concepts. -- For boy group: Hongjoong from Ateez, Yeonjun from TXT, Donghun from ACE, Hanse from Victon, Cho Seungyoun, Lee Changyoon from ONF, and Woosung from The Rose. Sure, they've got a great balance of vocals, rap, and dance, but more importantly, they are all fashion hoes. Just imagine the styling that would come out of this mix it would be absolutely terrible or absolutely incredible and the two are not mutually exclusive.

9) a group that deserved better </3 -- Ugh there are so many to choose from. B1A4, Pristin, Pentagon, E'last, Rainz, Lightsum, Bugaboo, I could go on, but I think right now, for very obvious reasons, Omega X. No one deserves to go through the abuse they endured, and even now they're going to be fighting a legal battle for who knows how long. They've all been through so much and I'm just really wishing the best for them.

10) song to most likely make you crash your car while driving or get pulled over for speeding -- Good lord Beep Beep from BTOB. I literally had to remove it from one of my playlists because every time it came on while driving the car horns made me Panic.

20) favorite group with a color in the title -- Golden Child! I love their music and I feel like they're so underrated.

32) if you could magically bring back a disbanded group but had to disband another, who would you bring back and who would you disband? -- Oof this is so hard. I think if I could bring a group back, I'd pick Rainz. They really never got any attention at all but their discography was legitimately so good. I really enjoy all the stuff coming from the boys now in their respective groups (specifically WEI, TAN, and Eunki's solo stuff) but I loved their sound when they were together and I'd love to get it back for just a little while. For a group I'd disband, honestly I'd say Blackpink. Their music has felt so flat and repetitive since DduDduDdu, and I Pink Venom in particular felt like such a waste of their performance skills, Jennie especially. Plus, Rose's solo song Hard To Love is so much stronger than the rest of that album, I just really feel like it's time for them to hone their individual colors instead of being churned through Teddy's leftovers.

Send me some numbers!

[irlactualhuman]

Flattered. @pestisly @black-eyed-seas

Last Song: I was singing some gospel nonsense in the car (voice training and I know... probably hundreds of them by heart. Don't judge. How we are raised only matters in the reflection of who we become.) Last I listened to... I think it was Etta James. Forget which.

Fav Color: Orange. It's both passionate and creative.

Last movie/TV show: I caught up on Breaking News on Dropout last night. Fucking belly laughed a few times. I needed that.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory/Spicy girl. Italian, Mexican, and Mediterranean are my favorite flavor profiles. V similar, but with distinct differences. Fucking love me an olive or two. Or a bottle of them...

Relationship Status: Trans Girl Dating Hell(tm) Its... not complicated. Very simply, really. My ex wife and I are laughing on the surface, but both equally frustrated for inverse reasons. She's looking for sex and getting a whole bunch of folks tryna catch feelings. I'm tryna catch feelings and finding only chasers. Ugh.

Last thing I googled: Shakespeare's Sonnets. I shitpost poetry and prose from time to time. Or godawful raps. Or terribly mangled showtunes. Yall still sleep on Gaston, lose no sleep for Gaston, gonna hard-core regret missing out on Gaston!

Current Obsession: A minecraft build I started last weekend. Build a mountain-side villa. Might turn it into an estate. Also voice acting and training!! I got range!

Tag some folks: @gingertomcat @ginny-erinschild @caxycreations @wysteria-vines @xx-milfslayer-xx @bunnygirlwhore @samreich (for shits and giggles. Hmu and ill send you my portfolio! Horribly solicited, I apologize, but a girl gotta try.)

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @meghawhopp <33

Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl

[foxfiregrove]

They're so *ugly*