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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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21stcenturyyfoxx · 5 years ago

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Best Friends Father: Chapter Four

Warnings: S M U T, Daddy! Keanu, divorce talk, degradation.

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“Then don’t...” you breathed out.

The electricity was stifling, you didn’t know where those words had seemingly pulled themselves out; depths of your desire.

Keanu slipped a firm hand around your waist, grabbing at you possessively.

Luck did not favor.

A knock at the office door abruptly ended whatever force had a hold of you two.

Keanu pulled away, his grip vanishing from your side.

He busied himself with paperwork as he stood there, a faint blush pecked his cheeks. You stood there, dazed.

“Dad, why did mom leave so soon? Is Nana still sick?” Ava said as she entered the office, her voice sounding as if she had been crying; your heart felt heavy.

“Ava, I...” he sighed rubbing his beard with his fingers.

“Hey, Ava, why don’t we go down to Bernard’s and play some pool?” You said suddenly, Keanu looked at you; relief in his eyes. You could sense he wasn’t ready for that confession.

“Sure, dad that ok?” She asked.

“Yeah, could you give me and Y/N a few minutes to discuss this protection order, Bunny?” Keanu smiled half heartedly at his youngest.

Ava nodded before leaving the room, footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Keanu shut the door, locking it.

You felt your heart suddenly pick up speed.

He turned around to face you, his smile fading.

“Thank you, for helping out like that.”

“You’re not ready to tell them and that’s understandable.”

He nodded, twisting his wedding band around his ring finger.

He sighed.

“She has been cheating on me for about a year.” He confessed.

“With someone half her age, but, that’s not a huge issue. The issue is — she had an affair. Then lied to me about it, then I caught her in our bed one night when the kids were gone...” he cleared his throat.

“In bed with her now boyfriend. Our bed.” He chuckled bitterly.

“She couldn’t lie to me then at that point. She told me our marriage had been over for two years, from her end anyway. Then about a month ago she had papers drawn up and served to me stating she wanted a divorce and I should pay her $500,000 a month... because she’s used to living the good life." He sighed, bowing his head as he leaned against the office desk. His arms folded across his chest in defeat.

You stood there stunned but somehow knowingly. You had seen the cracks in the facade long ago. You just never imagined it was as bad as he told you.

“Ke, I’m so sorry that happened.” You said, now standing directly in front of him, your hands grabbing his forearms signaling for him to drop his arms.

Keanu looked up at you, his eyes glossed over with pain.

He suddenly enveloped you in his arms, hugging you tightly.

You inhaled his scent — cigarettes, coffee, and cologne.

You hummed out loud.

“What?” He chuckled, pulling back enough to look down at you.

“You smell nice.” You said blushing at the admission, as you too, pulled back some to look up at him.

Not realizing how close the two of you really were.

You could now notice a change in his eyes.

He looked at you as if he adore you in a way you never sensed.

Keanu swallowed his saliva hard, his body doing what his heart wanted to do but his brain scolded him for; he moved his hand to the side of your face.

You moaned out slightly at his touch, his hand feeling welcomed on your cheek.

“Keanu...” you sighed.

“Yes, my Pretty Girl?” He said lowly.

“Don’t fight it..” you said softly.

“Please?” You said in a manner that set his insides ablaze with lust.

Keanu leaned down, hesitating for a split second.

Closing your eyes, you waited.

Soon you felt a tender kiss to your lips.

You gasped as his free hand found the back of your head, pulling the kiss deeper into a frenzy.

He turned the two of you around so your back was against his desk. You were lifted up and placed atop of it.

His hands working the flesh of your hip, a moan left your lips.

“Y/N?” He sighed as he broke the heated kiss.

“Yeah?” You said looking up at him.

“Y-you need to go take Ava out... I-fuck..” he groaned in frustration. Torn between having you to himself or having you run out with Ava to tend to her.

“It’s alright, Ke. You’ll be here when we get back?”

“Yes..” He said letting you up off the desk top, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“Good, we will... discuss things.” You said as you kissed his cheek, his hand slowly slipping off your hip as he watched you leave him there.

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You and Ava had shot some pool at Bernard’s Bar, she had met up with a friend of hers, his name was Matthew.

You shook your head as she bid you farewell for the night, a smirk on her lips.

You smiled and laughed at how carefree she was.

Soon you found yourself back at the house, your key not working in the locks.

“Shit...” you groaned, pulling your jacket closer to your body.

You called Keanu’s phone.

“Hey, you.” He mused into the line.

“Can you come unlock the door? My key won’t work.” You whined.

You heard ruffling noises and a shaky breath from him.

“What’s the magic word, Sweetness?”

You could practically hear his smirk over the phone.

“Keanu, please?” You did your best to fake moan as if you were turned on, but truth be told, you were. His deep voice was always enough to put a spell on you.

“Fuck... if you weren’t freezing outside my house...” he said.

You saw a shadow walking in the house, coming to the door. You heard it unlock and suddenly saw a boxer clad Reeves standing there.

”If I weren’t freezing outside your house, what, Mr. Reeves?” You taunted, hanging the phone up.

He looked at you, sucking his bottom lip into his teeth.

“I would’ve continued the phone conversation...” he smirked implying a phone sex scenario.

You giggled softly, pushing past his frame into the kitchen.

“Mm, yeah?” You teased, tossing your leather jacket across the barstool at the table. A tight black dress left little to no imagination — and neither did Keanu’s boxers.

You licked your lips suggestively as you did a little twirl for him.

“You like my dress.. Daddy Reeves?” You smiled.

“I love it, actually. It looks good on you..” he leaned against the wall, watching you.

“Yeah? I don’t know, it feels uncomfortable, really. Could you?” You said turning your back to him, exposing the zipper to him. His fingers quickly sliding the small metal down.

His fingers skimmed the tattoo on your back. Traveling his index finger down the length of your spine, you shivered.

“When did you get this, little one?" He asked as he pushed the dress to the floor.

“About three months ago. You like it? I got it in honor of The Matrix.” You smiled sweetly. It was the green codes of The Matrix that ran along your spine, the color pigment bouncing off your skin.

Keanu leaned down pressing kisses to your vertebrae; going down until he was practically on his knees. He grabbed your hips, tugging you downward to his face.

He bit your ass cheek harshly, making you let a loud whimper fall from your lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy... fuck.” He hissed.

“Please, I cant take it, please fuck me.”

You whined.

Keanu quickly spun you around backing you against the wall with a loud thud, his eyes dark and burning with passion.

“Please, what?” He growled.

”Daddy, please fuck my tight little pussy.” You moaned out.

He groaned as he all but ripped the panties you were wearing from your body; his fingers slipping between your slit.

“You’re wet, Little Girl.” He said amused.

“Who made you this wet, baby?”

“You did, Daddy.” You sighed heavily with a shiver as he slid his index finger inside you. Teasing your core.

“Ugh, fuck.” You cried.

Keanu chuckled as he slipped two more fingers inside your heat. His fingers working you expertly.

“You want more?” He hissed.

“Y-Yes!” You whined.

“Then fucking beg for it, you filthy little bitch.” He cursed as he grabbed you by the hair slinging you to the floor, you felt yourself throb at his control over you; but this time you knew the control was only in the sex.

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truelyconfuzednerd-blog · 6 years ago

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Homesick~ A Voltron Fanfiction

Keith couldn’t sleep.

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the red paladin, Keith often times just didn’t sleep. He spent his other nights training and reading and sleeping maybe three to four hours after training just to keep his mind alert and awake.

Tonight was different though. Keith had a sense of dread running through him, a current of nervous energy that hadn’t gone away for the last two hours. Try as he might, no amount of training, meditating or laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, was gonna get him to sleep. He groaned as he resigned himself to a sleepless night, he had really been hoping to get some rest, and held up his hand to the sensor pad by his door.

The door slid open with a whoosh that resounded down the quiet halls, Keith’s soft but steady footprints echoed down the empty halls of the castle and he shivered, wrapping the blanket he had brought with him around himself, as he made his way to the control room to see if anyone else was awake.

As Keith walked down the halls he began to zone out, thinking about the last few days. They had fought a huge battle two days ago against the Galra, they had freed the planet they were currently orbiting and just yesterday they had been thrown one of the biggest parades Keith had ever seen in his life. Especially one that had been thrown together in less then a day. Allura, Coran and Shiro had busied themselves talking with the leaders of the planet and negotiating a peace treaty and joining the coalition. Pidge and Hunk had run off with Matt to look at all the little shops and gifts the locals had to offer them, while Keith did what he did best and stayed out of everyone’s way and Lance….

Keith froze suddenly as he thought back to the previous day. He didn’t remember Lance even being there, but he must have been! Keith wracked his brain for where Lance had been that day and froze when he realized that the blue paladin had been standing off to the side, looking as out of place as Keith himself did. He suddenly realized what had been so different about that day, Lance was nowhere to be seen. Usually the outgoing blue paladin was all over the ship, bugging the shit out of anyone who would listen to him but Keith couldn’t recall seeing him that day besides breakfast, what had happened?

Keith shook himself out of his thoughts when he realized that the observation deck and control room were lit up in a soft blue glow that made keith think of a really big nightlight and he frowned. Was there someone in there? It didn’t look like it from where he was standing but he crept in anyway, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders a little tighter.

What he saw inside made him stop and stare in shock and awe. The whole room was filled with a star map of the entire Milky Way. No colours of red and green like they used to tell which planets were allied with them or the Galra, just the soft blue glow of the stars. Keith looked around and frowned when his eyes fell upon the huddled figure in the middle of the room. The green jacket and smooth yet ruffled brown hair told him exactly who it was and yet he didn’t want to believe it.

He started to open his mouth but a sniffle and shoulders shaking as the figure curled up tighter and buried their head into their arms made him stop and hesitate for a second before he heard a soft whisper filling the room.

“I miss you guys so much.” Lance whispered, reaching out a finger to touch the hologram of Earth that was right in front of him. “It was Mamî’s birthday today, I’ve been keeping track so I know how big you guys are getting. I cant believe I’ve been here for so long. I don’t even know if you guys know I’m alive. But I am… I am alive and I think about you guys every single day.”

Keith moved forward as Lance’s voice trailed off into sobs and then in one quick decision he swung the blanket off his own shoulders and wrapped it around Lance as he sat down next to the sobbing blue paladin.

Lance jumped, not having noticed Keith standing there. “Ke-Keith?!” his voice was shaking, tight with emotion. “Wh-Wh-What are y-you doing here?”

Keith shushed him and wrapped an arm around the still shaking boy. “Couldn’t sleep.” he murmured. “Doesn’t really matter. Whats up? You okay?”

Lance nodded, trying to pull himself together, moving to scoot away from Keith. “Yeah, just a long day…”

Keith tightened his arm around Lance and shook his head. “Lance, I heard you talking, you miss your family don’t you?”

Lance froze at the mention of his family and his face fell once again from the stoic mask he had created for himself when Keith walked in the room. He clamped his lips shut and turned away from Keith, not saying a word, but Keith saw the tears starting to shine in his eyes again.

“You’ve been missing them a lot lately haven’t you?” Keith spoke softly, trying his best to comfort his friend the way he could remember Shiro doing to him at the Garrison. “I noticed you weren’t very happy at the parade the other day, and you haven’t been around much today.”

Lance slowly nodded, still keeping his head turned away and keeping his body held stiff, away from Keith as much as he could.

“You know you can come talk to us Lance,” Keith ignored how Lance was trying to pull away, his shoulders beginning to tremble slightly, and gently started to rub circles on the blue paladins back. “We are always here for you to come talk to about anything, or just be there if you need us. Im sure Pidge and Hunk would be happy to hang with you and talk with you, as would Shiro and I.”

“But you guys all have each other!” Lance burst out before he clamped his mouth shut again, looking chagrined at his outburst.

Keith frowned. “Lance you know you are a part of our group right? None of us is excluding you.”

When Lance didn’t respond, Keith grabbed his arm gently and tugged enough to get Lance’s attention. “Come one Lance, look at me please.”

Keith gasped softly when Lance turned to face him a minute later and tears were streaming down the dark skinned boys cheeks.

“Lance please, Keith shifted his weight so he was facing Lance and reached out a hand to cup Lance’s cheek and wipe away a track of tears with his thumb. “Talk to me, what is going through your head right now?”

Lance only hesitated for a second before he opened his mouth and words came spilling out, almost faster then Keith could understand. “Pidge has Hunk and they do tech stuff with Matt and Shiro, Allura and Coran are always doing leadership stuff except when Shiro is training with you and I’m just over here by myself doing what I do best, being alone.”

Keith opened his mouth to protest but he couldn’t seem to get a word in with how fast Lance was going.

“I mean, I'm used to this at home, everyone is always off with somebody else and I get stuck watching the younger kids, thats what sucks about being the youngest-older child of the family. I should be fine with this happening here. Me, figuring out what to do on my own, without anyone else there for me.”

Keith felt his heart drop as Lance continued to talk, seemingly not even taking a breath. Seriously how was he talking so much without breathing?

“But…” Lance’s face fell as he finally took a breath. “At least at home, i saw my family for dinner each night, we watched movies together, we celebrated birthdays almost every month, every day had something. Here it’s just kinda empty, more empty then I thought space could feel…”

Keith watches as Lance breaks off in a sob, glancing back at the hologram still in front of them, casting a blue light on their skin and around the whole room, he gently reached out and was shocked when Lance suddenly turned into him and curled up tighter into himself. “Lance…” he began and paused trying to figure out the best way to say what he wanted to say.

“Lance, why didn’t you say anything?” He ended up asking, cursing his brain for not being good with words.

“I- I d-didn’t wanna bo-bother anyone.” Lance spoke through silent sobs and Keith didn’t hesitate anymore. He pulled Lance into his lap with surprising strength and wrapped his arms around the younger boy.

“You are never gonna bother us to the point where we don’t like you Lance.” He whispered softly, pulling Lance close to his chest. “You are always gonna be our friend and our brother, we could never dislike you and you are never gonna be a bother. I will always be here for you, no matter what, I promise you that.”

Lance stiffened as Keith wrapped his arms around him and for a minute Keith thought he had gone to far but a loud sob suddenly ripped itself from Lance’s throat and he collapsed into Keith’s arms and Keith found himself with an arm full of quivering, sobbing Lance. He was quick to comfort him, one hand snaking up to Lance’s curly hair to gently run his fingers through the dark curls, and the other rubbing circles on his back. He let the blue paladin cry for almost twenty minutes before he noticed the sobs dying down, he glanced down to see Lance curled up with his face buried into Keith's neck and one arm wrapped around the red paladin while his other hand grabbed onto Keith's jacket with an iron grip.

“Lance?” Keith softly asked, brushing Lance’s hair out of his face.

Keith didn't receive a reply, not a verbal one anyway. Lance shifted slightly and whimpered softly into Keith's neck as he slowly fell asleep.

“Get some rest buddy, everything's is okay.” Keith murmured and gently laid back against the control panel, cradling Lance in his arms.

#keith x lance #lance needs a hug #keith is a good friend #whoops i mean boyfriend #voltron

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nanesedih · 4 years ago

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[25/04, 01:08] Carolina S Yana: Mau minta maaf

Dan bagaimana cara memperbaiki kesalahanku

Dan aku tetap ingat dan sayang andrea

[25/04, 01:28] Naomi: you're still my mom.

i know you love me.

you don't have to fix anything.

back then, i was really small, i haven't even have a soul.

i don't feel anything.

[25/04, 01:29] Naomi: i don't know but there are people that nurture me here.

they educate me.

they make me to be me.

[25/04, 09:57] Carolina S Yana: Mungkin tanya

Kenapa 10 th lalu mendatangi eya bude dan om jon

Ada yg ingin disampaikan?

[25/04, 10:01] Naomi: i just want to confirm about your worries.

you have a lot of worries about me that time.

and i have the chance to confirm.

don't worry mother.

i'm doing fine here.

they're really kind to me here.

they teach me a lot of things.

[25/04, 10:04] Carolina S Yana: Andrea...

Can I see you for a moment?

Or will we meet sometime?

Are they angel that nurture you all this time ? 😇

I wanna thanks them

[25/04, 10:07] Carolina S Yana: Did you came to my dream, fathers dream, and naomis dream last night?

What else you want to tell us, andrea

Ooh how I miss you , dear...

I made a song for you that time

[25/04, 10:10] Naomi: yes, mother.

i am, myself, are trained to become angel too.

our purpose is now to help humans.

you can see me for a moment if i have the permission to.

let's meet for a moment if i have the chance, mother.

[25/04, 10:12] Naomi: thankyou for remembering me.

thankyou for trying to contact me.

let's meet if i still have the permission to be here, mother.

i want to meet you too.

[25/04, 10:39] Naomi: i could confirm this is andrea

[25/04, 10:39] Naomi: energi dia beda

[25/04, 10:41] Naomi: ya sama". selesaikan semuanya sekarang supaya kamu bisa terbantu lega

[25/04, 10:41] Naomi: dia tidak akan berada di dunia ini untuk waktu yg lama

[25/04, 15:09] Carolina S Yana: [25/04, 13:54] eya XL: Aku geter bacanya

[25/04, 13:54] eya XL: Andrea sayang banget sama mama

[25/04, 13:54] eya XL: Sayang banget tulus banget

[25/04, 13:55] eya XL: Ga ada sedih marah atau apapun

[25/04, 13:56] eya XL: Sepertinya emang dia dilatih untuk seperti itu. Kan dia bukan lost soul.

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Setauku emang dulu om john bilang

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Andrea senyum

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Itu naomi bisa liat andrea ga?

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Soalnya seingetku aku pernah liat dia warnanya emas

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Sekelilingnya

[25/04, 15:10] Naomi: iyaaa emas sekelilingnya

[25/04, 15:10] Naomi: kaya tali nyala"

[25/04, 15:10] Naomi: terang gitu

[25/04, 19:42] Carolina S Yana: Om bilang makasih

Krn jd di hati jg jd lebih lega

Andrea baik dan sangat jd baik

Tp tetap kita akan ditanyain pertanggungjawaban nanti kalau sdh is dead

[25/04, 19:55] Naomi: td aku sempet ngobrol sm andrea, pas lg mandi

kan aku kalo mandi sering ngelamun, trus mikirin, "kok andrea bisa tumbuh ya?"

trus entah kepanggil atau gmn, andrea jawab "every seed of child that get aborted are stuck in this world. but sometimes they come, they choose a few of us, and the choosen ones are brought to their place, they train us, and so.

and the trained people there, we help the seeds that are stuck in this world. so its just keep going."

[25/04, 19:59] Naomi: trus kan aku tanya "why are you answering me now? i'm taking a shower and i'm just talking with myself. i don't expect you to answer actually."

andrea jawab "you guys have a lot of questions about me. and i want to clarify all of the questions while i have the opportunity."

[25/04, 23:35] Naomi: seingetku kurang lebih, "humans make mistakes. they have their own choices. and we can't change humans. we could only accompany them, without getting in the way for them."

[25/04, 23:45] Carolina S Yana: Mau nanya

Gimana cara aku dan om bisa lihat andrea ?

Bajunya andrea suka ga? Gimana cara supaya nyampe ke andrea?

Atau ga perlu ?

[25/04, 23:47] Carolina S Yana: Andrea ada pesan ga buat adik2nya

Eya dan dewa ?

[25/04, 23:48] Naomi: yes, but, i can't prove too much

[25/04, 23:49] Naomi: i like the dress, mother. thank you. it suits me really well.

[25/04, 23:53] Carolina S Yana: Ada pesan juga buat father ga?

[25/04, 23:54] Naomi: just be careful of this world. everything happens really fast. and sometimes it gets out of control.

[25/04, 23:55] Carolina S Yana: Aku td kaya denger

Mother its me andrea

I love you

[25/04, 23:56] Carolina S Yana: Aku berusaha merem sambil alfatihah

[25/04, 23:56] Carolina S Yana: Cuma lihat semacam kuning2 ga jelas

[25/04, 23:56] Naomi: itu aura di sekitarnya

[25/04, 23:56] Naomi: cahaya" gitu

[25/04, 23:56] Naomi: aksennya british bgt

[25/04, 23:59] Carolina S Yana: Andrea

I cant see u

Its okey mother

I really want to see u

Maybe some other time mother

[26/04, 00:05] Naomi: mother, you made a song for me, right?

can i hear it?

[26/04, 00:05] Naomi: i really want to spend this opportunity with you guys

[26/04, 00:06] Carolina S Yana: A little bit forget

Have to find the lyric first

But, i remember the beginning of the song

[26/04, 00:09] Naomi: having a conversation like this is already more than enough

[26/04, 00:10] Naomi: i'll spend 1 or 2 days here

[26/04, 00:10] Naomi: and then i have to go back

[26/04, 00:10] Carolina S Yana: Humans day ?

[26/04, 00:10] Naomi: yes

[26/04, 00:11] Carolina S Yana: Maybe tomorrow with naomi, i can see u

[26/04, 00:12] Naomi: i can't make sure. but we can try it, mother.

[26/04, 00:13] Carolina S Yana: So sorry andrea, i miss the lyric and the music too

[26/04, 00:14] Naomi: it's okay mother. thank you.

[26/04, 00:15] Carolina S Yana: How old are you now, andrea ?

28 in humans ?

Or different there?

[26/04, 00:17] Naomi: "we are different here. when we are brought here, we got to be eternal. our purpose is to help humans with their choices. we are eternal, mother"

[26/04, 00:40] Carolina S Yana: Kalau andrea pingin punya panggilan khusus buat eya boleh banget katanya

[26/04, 00:45] Naomi: i like "Selena". at first i want to use it for my last name. but i think it'll suits her more.

[26/04, 00:46] Carolina S Yana: Wow

What the meaning of selena, andrea ?

[26/04, 00:47] Naomi: it's the name of one of my friend

[26/04, 00:47] Naomi: we grew together

[26/04, 00:48] Carolina S Yana: Eya like that name, andrea

[26/04, 00:48] Carolina S Yana: You can call her

[26/04, 00:48] Carolina S Yana: With this special name

[26/04, 00:54] Naomi: selena, i'm sorry for all things that happens to you that time. i'm sorry for leaving you alone. i should've try to protect you.

thank you for seeing me that time. i just wanted to confirm about all of your questions. i'm sorry if i scared you back then.

thank you, selena.

let's meet again sometimes.

[26/04, 00:58] Carolina S Yana: It's okay Andrea. To be honest i wasnt really sure what i was seeing back then.. it was blurred even tho i could "see" the bigger picture of you. But Im glad i could see you. At least i know you're in good hands.

[26/04, 01:01] Naomi: i'm doing really well. you don't have to worry about me. i hope you're doing well too.

[26/04, 01:07] Naomi: dia bilang "it'll be better if they keep the dress themselves. so they could get a memory of me."

[26/04, 01:27] Naomi: "see you tommorow." kata andrea

[26/04, 01:32] Carolina S Yana: See you andrea

[26/04, 01:58] Naomi: dia jg sempet bilang, "some humans, the choosen ones, like you and selena, have a purpose too. the choosen ones are assigned to raise the world vibrations. you guys can do so by helping the lost spirits like you usually do, and etc. you can ask for the help of angels too, that now you trust them ;)"

[26/04, 02:00] Naomi: people won't believe you for doing this. but please keep doing what you usually do for the sake of the world

[26/04, 02:22] Naomi: kenapa kalian ga boleh kesini tanpa izin?

because if we stay on earth for too long, humans or even us, angels, could get attached to each other.

you won't like to see that happens.

[26/04, 02:33] Carolina S Yana: Dan why andrea choosen. Eya dan kamu jg choosen

[26/04, 02:34] Naomi: andrea jg bersyukur bgt dia dibawa dan dilatih sampai jd kaya skrg

[26/04, 02:34] Carolina S Yana: Aku dan om jg bersyukur banget

[26/04, 02:34] Carolina S Yana: Kalau ga dia lost soul ya

[26/04, 20:38] Naomi: jd td sempet ngobrol lumayan banyak sm andrea.

dia bilang "let's talk again tonight, mother still have questions about me. let's finish all of this tonight. tell father not to worry about me. i'm doing very well now."

[26/04, 20:40] Naomi: trus aku sempet mikir sendiri, what if i get emotional when you're going back?

dia lgsg tegas "you as a light worker are not allowed to get attached. you'll get more lessons in the future."

[26/04, 20:44] Naomi: td jg aku sempet dibersihin sm andrea. dia bilang "i'll cleanse you now, and i'll cleanse you again tonight before i go. i could only help you this time. you'll have to survive by your own in the future. there are going to be a lot of moments, so be prepared."

lalu pas dibersihin kepalaku entah diapain, kaya dimasukin samting di kiri atas.

andrea bilang "this could help you in the future."

[26/04, 20:47] Naomi: trus pas kepalaku dimasukin itu tetiba wanginya andrea makin kuat. sampe skrg masih wangi kuat bgt.

dia bilang "if you smell this suddenly, it's a sign from me."

aku jawab "i'll try to make this smell when i get home. i'll give it to mother too as a remembrance from you."

[26/04, 21:05] Carolina S Yana: Om mikir andrea juga ya?

[26/04, 21:06] Carolina S Yana: Why I know andrea is a girl ? Before ?

[26/04, 21:06] Carolina S Yana: Andrea felt me all this time ?

[26/04, 21:07] Carolina S Yana: Are you really in heaven? Literally heaven ?

[26/04, 21:07] Carolina S Yana: So if Im doing good I will meet you at heaven?

[26/04, 21:07] Carolina S Yana: What about my sin for you back then?

[26/04, 21:13] Naomi: there will be questions, mother. but don't worry. i were saved by them. and i have become one of them. i have forgive you from the first time. please keep this for yourself, mother.

[26/04, 21:21] Carolina S Yana: Thankyou andrea

[26/04, 21:22] Carolina S Yana: Thankyou for forgive me and your father

[26/04, 21:22] Carolina S Yana: Have you been there when father and brother had a big accident 3 years ago?

[26/04, 21:22] Carolina S Yana: Just curious

[26/04, 21:23] Naomi: "no, i can't be there that time. i can't mess with the timeline"

[26/04, 21:35] Carolina S Yana: Your sister selena dont want to continue with her gift?

[26/04, 21:36] Carolina S Yana: Do you mind if i pray in arabic ? Or how should i do

[26/04, 21:38] Naomi: it's okay mother. its her choice. don't force her because it could only get worse."

[26/04, 21:45] Naomi: just do as you usually do, mother. do the one you trust the most. don't force anything you don't trust

[26/04, 22:00] Carolina S Yana: Andrea, they allowed yiu to have family in this world?

[26/04, 22:00] Naomi: no they don't

[26/04, 22:01] Naomi: they just allow us to visit

[26/04, 22:01] Naomi: we could get too attached

[26/04, 22:01] Carolina S Yana: Why they allowed you to visit me ?

[26/04, 22:02] Naomi: i bring messages i have to tell, mother.

[26/04, 22:03] Carolina S Yana: Oh. The messages you give me in the first night?

[26/04, 22:03] Naomi: yes, mother.

[26/04, 22:03] Carolina S Yana: Okay...thankyou angels for allowing my andrea to visit me 🙏🏻

[26/04, 22:08] Carolina S Yana: U have to leave now?

[26/04, 22:08] Naomi: no, we still have a few hours.

[26/04, 22:08] Carolina S Yana: Thanks God

[26/04, 22:41] Naomi: all of us will meet at the end. i hope.

[26/04, 22:42] Naomi: all of us have a different path. and we can't force the path.

[26/04, 22:43] Carolina S Yana: Will you still feel me after this time?

[26/04, 22:44] Naomi: mother, i could feel you all the time.

[26/04, 22:44] Naomi: i just don't have the chance to come.

[26/04, 22:47] Carolina S Yana: Its okey

Im happy to "see" you and feel you now and "talk" with you...

Please say thankyou to all the people that choosed you and nurture you and educated you all this time

[26/04, 22:47] Carolina S Yana: Aku sangat lega

Aduh apa inggris nya

Sambil diajak ngobrol ini ilang vocab semua

[26/04, 22:48] Naomi: i'm very relieved (?)

[26/04, 22:49] Naomi: yes i will, mother.

[26/04, 22:54] Naomi: i hope i could solve all of your curiosity about me this time. i'm sorry for making you worried for years.

[26/04, 22:56] Carolina S Yana: Your father say

I love her

He loves you andrea

[26/04, 22:58] Naomi: yes, mother.

[26/04, 22:59] Naomi: please tell indah it's not her fault to be born in this world. she still needs some help.

[26/04, 22:59] Naomi: it applies to you too, mother.

[26/04, 23:00] Naomi: it's not your fault.

[26/04, 23:00] Naomi: it's just the path of your life.

[26/04, 23:00] Naomi: don't cry, i love you, mother.

[26/04, 23:07] Carolina S Yana: Im not cry and im not sad

Im very very happy for you andrea

My sweet girl

I love you

[26/04, 23:08] Carolina S Yana: It is not your fault...andrea

Its our fault

[26/04, 23:08] Carolina S Yana: Your father say

Maafin papa

[26/04, 23:09] Carolina S Yana: Will you come to his and my dream?

We will very happy to see you

[26/04, 23:09] Carolina S Yana: We can not see you

[26/04, 23:10] Carolina S Yana: We are not gifted

[26/04, 23:10] Carolina S Yana: Okey i will do

[26/04, 23:11] Carolina S Yana: You want to say something more to your sister brother and father ?

[26/04, 23:11] Naomi: father, i hope you're doing well.

[26/04, 23:12] Naomi: i'll try...

[26/04, 23:13] Naomi: mother, you already have a "picture" of me in your heart. just use that for visualisation. it's okay, mother. you don't have to see me.

[26/04, 23:13] Naomi: it's getting warm here, i think i have to go by midnight

[26/04, 23:15] Carolina S Yana: Yes.

And your father have a visual from your sister that wearing you dress

[26/04, 23:17] Carolina S Yana: We will keep your dress and put on some parfume from naomi

[26/04, 23:18] Naomi: yes, mother. just remember if you smell that suddenly, it's a sign coming from me.

[26/04, 23:22] Naomi: father, thank you for everything.

selena, you don't have to force yourself through things you hate. if want to close your gift, it's your choice. you can do that if it ease you.

hi brother, just believe what you believe. don't put pressure to believe anything.

[26/04, 23:24] Carolina S Yana: Father say

Kamu akan selalu di hatinya papa dan dipikiran papa

[26/04, 23:24] Naomi: i know, father.

[26/04, 23:26] Naomi: mother, i actually want to write you a letter but i don't have the time.

mother, thank you for everything you have done to me. your prayers, your music, your presence means a lot to me.

[26/04, 23:26] Naomi: let's keep going and let's have a good life.

[26/04, 23:27] Naomi: do you have anything to say, mother?

[26/04, 23:28] Naomi: i have to go in a moment

[26/04, 23:28] Carolina S Yana: Your fathers just say

ilove you

[26/04, 23:28] Carolina S Yana: I love you andrea

[26/04, 23:28] Carolina S Yana: Jadilah kamu

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Saya sudah lega

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Terimaaksih atas 2 3 hari ini

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Jadilah kamu seperti yg memang seharusnya

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Jadilah baik

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: We love you...

[26/04, 23:30] Carolina S Yana: Bye andrea...

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axelsagewrites · 7 years ago

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Jace Wayland*Christmas Party

Jace X Fem!Warlock!Reader Warning-Kinda smutty? but not really

(Y/F/J/F)= your fav junk food (Y/H/T)= Your hometown

Masterlist HERE

Wattpad HERE

Being a warlock who was over two hundred years old meant you didn’t find mundane holidays as exciting as you used to. Most of your friends didn’t celebrate, well apart from Magnus. Ragnor Fell didn’t care for holidays, Catrina Loss was too busy to care, Raphael didn’t talk about anything close to religion due to his past. All your other warlock or vampire friends just didn’t care anymore. Well, Magnus did but it was really just an excuse to throw another lavish party. Your plans for December 20th was to eat (Y/F/J/F) and watch Netflix. Not productive but stress-free. Your plans were interrupted by someone pounding on your door. You paused the tv and stayed silent. The knocking didn’t stop. You sighed aggressively and stood up and stomped to your door. “WHO DARES DISTURB THE HIGH WARLOCK OF (Y/H/T)?” You yelled. “Don’t steal my line!” An all to familiar voice whined. You flung the door open and glowered at the glittery Warlock. “What?” You asked bluntly. He looked at your outfit and rolled his eyes. “You haven’t even started getting ready.” He pushed past you and into your apartment. “Come in. I insist. Welcome to my humble abode. So glad you’re here.” You said in a flat voice, giving a fake bow. Magnus just crossed his arms and stared at you. “Get ready for what?” you sighed. “Christmas party,” he made hand gestures as if to say ‘you idiot, how did you forget?’. “I invited you over a month ago.” “And I told you I wasn’t going over a month ago.” You flung yourself onto the couch. Magnus walked in front of you and put his hands on his hips. “Oh, please tell, what amazing plans do you have tonight?” “Netflix.” You looked passed him, holding the remote, and looking for something to watch. “Netflix and chill?” he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. “Are you finally getting back onto the field?” “Nope.” You popped the P and kept searching. Magnus groaned. “You need to get over them. It was over a century ago.” “If your new lover, whose name escapes me, broke up with you because you accidentally set his house on fire because someone was trying to kill you, would you get over it?” “That’s why?” You nodded. “Then id say ‘fuck you’ and try move on. Just because it was bad once doesn’t mean it cant get better.” You rolled your eyes. “Besides its Christmas! Time to party.” “Naw.” Magnus stormed off somewhere but you didn’t pay attention. Well until he flung a random dress and heels at you. You pulled the dress away from your face and glared at him. “Get. Changed. I need to go set out your makeup.” You knew there was no point in arguing with Magnus so did as he said. He took it upon himself to ‘beat your face’, his words not yours, and do your hair. You’ve got to admit, Magnus is amazing at makeup. Magnus was late to his own party because of you but you didn’t care. It was his own fault. Besides Magnus said its good to be ‘fashionably late’ and that the ‘party don’t start till he walks in’ to quote ke$hia. Magnus introduced you to Alec briefly before he dragged him away somewhere. This left you with his hot friend Jace. You couldn’t even deny Jace was hot but that didn’t mean you were about to throw yourself on him. you talked for a few minutes before going to get a drink. Well, another but who's counting. You hadn’t been to one of Magnus’s parties for a while but soon remembered why you loved them. The night was a blur of dancing, drinking, flirting, chatting and a few party tricks. You’re favourite was to impress some newer downworlders with simple magic. The one they seemed to like the most was when you made smoke come out your fingertips and shape itself into different things, like a Seelie dancing or a rose blooming. You won't lie, you did make out with this one vampire for a brief period of time but who can blame you? They're naturally flawless. You weren’t planning on going home with someone but as the night went on you were less against the idea. Seelies loved dancing and you happened to see some old friends who quickly dragged you to the dance floor. Being tipsy and having the time of your century, your dancing was slightly risky. This caught the eye of a certain shadowhunter. Soon you felt someone dancing behind you. Turning your head you saw the golden blonde. You smirked and started dancing with him. why not? One thing leads to another and you and Jace were making out in a corner. “Follow me.” You whispered, sending him a wink. He grabbed your hand as you lead him through Magnus’s flat. You didn’t want to portal home and you also assumed he lived in the institute so decided Magnus probably wouldn’t mind you using his guest room. You opened the door and made sure no one was in there before dragging Jace in and shutting the door, locking it with magic. When you turned Jace was smirking at you. “You sure Magnus wants us in here?” “He won't mind.” Jace cocked an eyebrow, which was hot as hell. “He told me to get laid.” Jace walked closer until he was pressing you against the door. “What makes you think you’ll get laid?” he whispered in your ear. Your face displayed a smirk to match his. “Are you really gonna say no?” You asked. With every word you walked forward, forcing him to get closer to the bed. “Hell no,” Jace said. You smirked and gave him a small push, making him land on the bed. He pushed himself up slightly, leaning on his arms. You quickly connected your lips to his. Jace ran his fingers through your hair while your hands traced his abs. One of his hands went from your hair to the hem of your dress. “Shall we?”

Do you want this to continue? I was thinking of doing a part 2 which could either be smut, or someone walking in on them so they don't...idk, what do you readers want?

#Jace Wayland #Jace Herondale #Jace Lightwood #jace morgenstern #jacewayland #jace wayland imagine #jace herondale imagine #shadowhunters #shadowhunter cast #shadowworld #shadowhunter imagine #shadowhunters imagine #shadowhunter smut

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rqs902 · 4 years ago

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so i watched the two-part first ep of the coming one super band (gosh darn it was long...) and it made me realize it’s been a while since ive watched a non-idol show LOL. overall it was more interesting to watch than i expected. i didnt have high expectations going in bc its not my usual type of show, but i knew i wanted to at least give it a try bc of ljt. i heard about what happened to hjx prior to this, so that put a damper on my spirits, but i still wanted to see how ljt would do. i did not imagine him in a band before this, but now i kind of can.

i just cried a little inside when zhou zhennan asked liao juntao if zjy talks like mao buyi... oof

i find it amusing that they all call ljt liao laoshi and he has lots of fanboys hahah and zzn calls him taotao and seems really close to him still

aw the way zzn specifically asks ljt to sing “don’t talk to me”, a song he hasn’t released yet, means they must keep in close contact and ljt shares his music with him, and zzn takes his songs to heart and truly listens and likes them.

wow zzn really knows ljt’s guitar skills and rhythmic strengths and additional music styles could be demonstrated through this song and he wanted his friend to promote himself better by showing off a new song that may be more captivating to an audience in this type of setting. it really seemed like he was trying to protect and help ljt with genuine care. it’s been three years and the mrzz friendship still going strong warms my heart

OF COURSE THEY WOULD BRING UP “who” IT’S HIS CLAIM TO FAME SONG. and 3 years later, its still an amazing song. one of my favorites.

also ljt’s quirky personality was one of my favorite characteristics about him. his talent and music goes without saying, he’s one of my favorite (if not my actual favorite) music makers. but his personality also just seems so fun and slightly strange LOL but like the way he pats his chest after each performance like hes calming his nerves (but you cant tell at all while hes singing) is such a contrast.

UGH watching the montage from mrzz and then his story all the way through zzn’s crying literally brought me to tears.... lang lang saying how he could tell ljt has been through a lot... oh gosh and then those old clips of liao juntao with zhou zhennan, ma boqian, mao buyi, zhong yixuan UGH it just brought back so many memories and then the flashback to where ljt chose to battle meng zikun instead of wang jingli EVEN THOUGH HE KNEW HE WOULD LOSE AND HE HAD A BETTER CHANCE OF BEATING WJL......... aaaaaaahhhhhhhh because he wanted to protect his friends and let them go on to the next round. and never forget xue zhiqian’s heart-breaking “your choice may force you to struggle for another ten years” because he knew ljt was giving up such a rare opportunity. and mby just breaking down watching his friend commit career suicide basically ugh- that just- ughhh

and the fact that even as a judge now, zhou zhennan just couldnt stop himself from crying when ljt called him “bro”

can you imagine what it’s like to be so close to success and to live the next three years knowing you had just as much capability and possibility as freaking mao buyi and zhou zhennan but you were still left behind, by such a hugely immense degree. to have lost too early on, even though you definitely had the talent to have at least made it to the next round, but you care too much about your friends to force your way through.

ljt says he doesnt regret, and that is amazing to me. mao buyi and zhou zhennan are literally both judges on shows like this now. and hes still... a contestant.

lol wait i just had a thought, is ljt to super band what zzn was to produce camp? i really hope so. i feel like its inevitable tencent will favor him bc hes already signed to wjjw???? and hes probably the only one who has somewhat public recognition already? i really want ljt to debut as f-man... i cant imagine him on the sidelines. he deserves and needs to be the center of this eventual 5 person band. if wjjw messes him up again im literally going to question everything.

ive never gone into a show with such a strong bias and desire for that bias to be center -- ive never dared to ask for that -- but ill say it again, ljt NEEDS AND DESERVES it. i didnt realize i felt so strongly about him until now.

anyway, i can totally see how ljt and szb would get along, they both seem to have such sad stories (and ugh why is ljt so humble) but also how is tencent gonna deal with not having ljt as an f-man tho LOL

ouch watching the he junxiong part made my heart hurt... i heard about what happened, but watching it actually happen was still jarring. him not saying he wants his music to be commercialized, is that a reaction from what happened to “time of youth” ? It did feel like tencent stole that song from him and didnt credit him enough :\ so maybe he’d rather his music be remembered as in he wants to be remembered for his music? i do agree with zzn that hjx didnt sing the song as well as I expected him to this time though... my impression of he junxiong from produce camp was that he has a really nice voice and is really great at making music. but im surprised how much his attitude has changed. but i can understand it must be hard for him to see zzn sitting in front of him and not giving him his support. i guess from there in contrast, ljt’s humbleness is admirable. man, i wonder if/when we’ll see hjx again. tencent’s gonna hate him now lol.......

random but xu yang visually reminds me of yueyue and zhao ke visually reminds me of mu ziyang LOL also, i respect that hu yutong saw ryp was struggling with public speaking and let him go, but then went over to talk to him privately. he didnt want to make him uncomfortable and did his best to be gentle with his tone. but i agree it will be questionable for someone with such strong ideas like hyt to thrive in a group setting.

there are a couple of kids besides ljt who im interested in, enough that i think ill keep watching this show for now, but also not enough for me to not be miffed that there are SO MANY extra clips/ shows (YET AGAIN) and i just dont want to / dont have time to watch them all just to look for ljt..... and ljt is still the main reason why id watch, so im gonna have to figure out if theres a way for me to just watch the ljt clips lol..................

also side note, seeing them do physically strenuous activities like three legged racing in the previews gave me horror flashbacks to afo and im so scarred from that show that seeing stuff like that just makes me super scared thinking that someone is going to get hurt. ugh its just so unnecessary and such a bad idea. this was one of the worst parts about afo, the fact that the trainees kept getting injured doing dumb activities. why risk injury when your physical ability to do something as arbitrary as a three legged race should have no impact on your ability to succeed in a music competition???? it just seems so unnecessary and just there to add drama. sure it can build teamwork, but there are safer ways to build teamwork that may not lead to sprained ankles or scraped faces (UGH AFO)

but anyway, if anyone else is actually watching this show, let me know! I saw a few people on twitter, but i dont think its gaining as much traction as an idol show would, since its a band show.

#rants

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fidelishaereticus · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @legolasgoldy :D

Rules are the standard answer questions and tag 10 blogs you wish to know more about!

Age: o u kno, somewhere between 20 and 2000. it fluctuates.

Born: December 11th

Current time: 14:18

Last drink: keemun tea or water.

Easiest person to talk to: @thisbackworld

Favorite song: ????? i do not comprehend this question i love way too many music. To pick a random song from my like top 40 or whatever (all tied) Slowly Comes My Night by Deine Lakaien marked an important turning point in my appreciation of music and i dearly love it.

Grossest memory: o fuck um,. a pizza. a pizza that was awful,,,,just.,,bad smells bad texture bad eveyrthing, but i thought i had to at least try to eat it, i was like. 8. i stopped eating it and walked away but the grossness lingered, haunted me, morphed a horrible nausea monster that c o n s u m e d my thought and being. i couldn’t bear the thought of food for the rest of the day. i have no idea why this was so awful but. it’s at least ONE OF my grossest memories.

Horror yes or horror no? yeeeeeeeeeeeee though, there must be sthg else interesting going on alongside the horror. I like horror as an addition to a great character dynamic or a setting or a conceptually fascinating topic. also, in addition to enjoying physical horror, i HERE for conceptual/existential horror (my brain cranks that shit out on a daily basis but i cope with it through explorations in literature/art/etc)

In love: YEes. well. im either in love or i’m depressed. whenever i’m in a good mood i’m in love with something or someone. its what make life worth living

Jealous of people? nope. with the caveat that i draw a HUGE distinction between envy and jealousy. To me, jealousy is “being possessive of the Good Things that one enjoys or possess,” perhaps even being paranoid that others will take them away. Jealousy is Feanor. In this sense, I don’t have a jealous bone in my body. So long as I can still enjoy the Good Thing, i’m more than happy to share. I want everyone to have the Good Things!!! Envy, on the other hand. I can not abide watching other people enjoy certain Good Things that are denied me. I’m absolutely horrible about this.

Ke$ha: her music is great fun, though it’s not the kind of thing i would usually listen to on my own. she seems like a cool person tho

Love at first sight or should I walk by again: Not quite sure what this question is asking but in general, walk by again---and maybe show me something cool? Something you made? Idk, the human body, stripped of imagination, is not attractive to me. And in general i fall harder if my aesthetics are challenged and stretched rather than instantaneously catered to.

Middle name: Danger. >B)

Number of siblings: one, sister

One wish: uh,...*sweats*.,, I’m guessing that “omniscience” and “omnipotence” are Right Out? More realistically, i just want the climate change apocalypse to stop. i want amurica run no dun dun to stop. I also want the facts of existence not to suck. i want to not have to watch my body and the bodies of my friends fall apart in slow motion while the world burns. haha none of this is realistic i don’t ever wish for anything realistic

Person you called last: My dad

Question you’re always asked: uhhh....no idea.

Reason to smile: MY KITTERS, MY FREENNSS, MUSHROOMS, THE SEAAA, and also the fact that a few people like my nascent stories

Time you woke up: 7am

Underwear color: well if i had my way they’d all be deep prussian blue or ultramarine (or skintone, cuz some clothes require that) but instead they’re a v dumb fuchsia, bc thats what came in the Affordable Bag that was in my size, alas fund to buy fidelis fuckable!blue panties. no lace, just sexy color.

Vacation destination: i thought this said vaccination destination and had to stare at it for a good long moment there like ‘oh did i get the flu shot yet?’ um. aside from the olympic peninsula and mt rainier, which are just a few hrs drive away, uh,., boston, so i can visit my friends. thats all i want. but i cant because Money :/

Worst habit: lol im with you @legolasgoldy overapologizing is DEFINITELy one of my most annoying habits. Additionally i have a lot of chaotic/self-destructive/negligent tendencies that eventually pile up until i can’t contain the mess they’re causing anymore and then they effect other people & thats.....bad.

X-rays: ....*nods*....nice. looking at bones is cool.

Favorite food: i don’t have favourites but uh.. FISH EVERY DAY 3X A DAY FRESH FROM SEA (i love raw salmon).

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius. i don’t really believe this means anything but if you do that’s cool too

Tagging: imm....not tagging, buit if you see this consider yourself tagged!! EVERYBODY IS TAGGED. NOBODY IS TAGGED.

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago

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ishqbaaz 16.10.17 lb

this is my 4th IB episode of the fucking day. hahahaha fuck me why am i such a masochist?????

puri ki puri paltan ek ke peeche ek.

LMAO ANIKA BADI URDU PHOOT RAHI HAI.

khud ko hi adaab kar rahi hai. i love this stupid girl soooo much.

GOD YUCK I HATE SHIVAAY KE YEH DUM MAARO DUM WAALE SUNGLASSES SO MUCH.

oh tanya, girl, leave his ungrateful asssssssssss already.

after using him for sex. coz #uhHuhHoneyyyyyyyyyy 😏😏😏

ugh fuckkkkkkkkkk rudraaaa i really don’t wanna see his bullshit plot.

RUDRA YOU LITERALLY GOT A JOB LIKE YESTERDAY, COULD YOU FUCKING SHOW UP THERE INSTEAD OF FLYING OFF TO GOA TO PARTY

PLEASE ABHAY; JUST TAKE YOUR REVENGE ON THE OBEROIS BY KILLING RUDRA.

SOMEONE GIVE THIS GIRL A FUCKING MEDAL FOR DEALING WITH THE BHOSADPAPPU THAT IS RUDRA SINGH OBEROI 🥇🥇🥇

lol airport mein security ki kya zaroorat, when Shivaay’s Awareness™ waala radar is always on alert.

wow anika, maangne par hi seeeeedha face to face.

anika, you should have at least switched up your eye makeup to throw him off a little.

ok shivaay, burkhewaali ko zyaada ghoorega toh andar ho jayega.

wifey senses tinglingggggg!!!!!!

OMFG HER HYDERABADI URDU HAHAHAHA

oh hoooooooooo “aniSa begum”, yahaan bhi tadi. he’s going to knowwwwwww!!!

tanya also has catchphrase just like her hubby - “agar tum smart ho, toh main bhi OVERSMART hoon.”

the thing is, she reallly really isn’t. she isn’t even basic level smart? sigh.

how did she know shivaay’s going to goa???

oh god bua and the don. fwding.

OK BHAVYA, KNEE THIS FUCKER IN THE NUTS ALREADY

lol her name is baby???? pakka mallu christian hogi.

UM HOW IS SHE CALLING BHAVYA AUNTY???? when she herself looks older than jhanviiiiiii also???????

mansi’s skin is looking hella bad in the last few eps. girl, kuch facial-vacial karao.

ok shivaay, you’re acting hellllla shady in an airporttttttttt. you’re going to get fucking arrested.

ouffff more of this bua-don nonsense.

omfg hahahahaha shivaay’s double take on seeing tanya. i cackledddd.

why did he just randomly kick the bag???

oh nooooooooo, meds gir gaye! beech flight attack aa jayega is idiot ko!

oh good. wife has seen. and to the rescue. as usual. this man would be dead and reincarnated into his 5th avatar by now if not for her.

oh shit he knows. HE KNOWSSSS.

OK SHIVAAY, YOU DON’T JUST GO GRABBING AT RANDOM WOMEN LIKE THAT, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU THINK THEY’RE YOUR WIFE.

LMAO SHE KEEPS SAYING “SHUFFUR” FOR “SHOHAR”

ok so shivaay just goes around correcting EVERYONE’S language then, not just people he knows. what an insufferable twit.

OK ANIKA, STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW YOUR SHOHAR LIKES TO BREAK MOBILE PHONE-AA. YOU’RE TIPPING HIM OFF.

LMAOOOOOOO SHE JUST RAN AWAY

“yeh 100% anika hai.”

patidev ka sensor aaj tak kabhi fail hua hai kya???? 😆😆😆

fwding bua - don nonsense.

“shivaay kitne bade chantumaiiii hai, burkhe mein pehchaan liya!”

pffftttt, anika you idiot; it’s not like you made it particularly difficult for him.

oh great, buaji is here. and she’s seen anika.

OH GOD TANYA TOO.

OH NO BUAJI LOCKED ANIKA IN THE TOILET

why does the toilet lock from the outside in the first place?!?!!?!

LMAOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHA BUAJI LOCKED TANYA INSTEAD OF ANIKA

they’re gonna fuck shivaay over and go on another flight to some place else???

UGH RUDRA AND HIS STUPIDDDDD BABY ARE WE GOING TO WASTE ALL THE EPISODE ON THIS GARBAGE, SHOW ME MY DIL KA PREET DILPREET AND MY BABY BIRDIE GAURI

who the fuckkkkkkkkk is mona and why is this don being weird around anika???

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RUN ANIKA RUNNNNNNNN

lollllllllllllllllll shivaaay’s confusion waale double takes seeing real wife, fake wife, family members, uske upar awareness waali ghanti bhi baj rahi hai zor zor se sar mein. i can’t stop cackling at his haalat.

HE’S WEARING NOT EXACTLY A SUBTLE SUIT, USKE UPAR YELLOW GOGGLES AND HOPING NOT TO BE NOTICED BY HIS OWN DAMN PARENTS WHAT AN IDIOT

LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL I KNEW THEY’D SCREW SHIVAAY OVER. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. BETA YEH (LITERALLY) TERE BAAP HAI.

LOOK AT THEIR SMUGGGGGG GRINS. I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT.

lol tanyaaaa is so behind the curve.

so finally it’s just gonna be shivika and ruvya in goa.

YESSSSS BHAVYA, FUCK HIM OVERRRRRRR. I WANT HIM DEAD.

god anika, you really need to get a fucking life. honestly just, idk get a job or something, man. have some interests outside of your dumbass husband.

i can’t concentrate on anything shivaay is thinking because my god wtf is this outfit. it’s just so fucking ugly.

ENOUGH OF THIS GARBAGE GIMME RIKARAAAAAAAA

OUFFFFF NOOOO NOT MORE TANYAAAAA

sup abhay. hot as ever, i see.

also still a chooth, i see.

OUFF WHAT IS WITH THESE 4 LIONS GIRLS AND GETTING INTO THE BOOTS OF CARS

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO OMG SHE GOT INTO THE BOOT OF THE WRONG CAR HAHAHAHA THIS IS NOTTTT A GOOD DAY FOR TANYA

ok how can you just request an update on a patient like that????

great. abhay’s gonna go murder shukla.

WHAT? SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI IS FLYING COACH?????? THIS IS THE MOST UNREALISTIC THING THIS SHOW HAS EVER SHOWN. EVER. EVEN MORE THAN THE FREEZER DABBA FACE MASK KAALA JAADOOO STUFF.

lmaooooo even the flight attendant is like “mr. oberoi aap economy class mein???”

“haan i just wanted to experience, goa jaana economy class mein, HOW DOES IT FEEL.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

why the fuck is bhavya just… standing around? he didn’t get her a seat??? aise khade hokar jayegi kya goa, as if this is a local train?

YAAAAAAAAAAS OMG TELL ME SHIVAAY CAUGHT HIM BEING AN ASSHOLE AND IS GOING TO SLAP SOME SENSE INTO HIM

lmao why are these two reacting like they haven’t seen each other…

oh wait, yes they haven’t seen each other since shivaay went missing a few weeks ago.

aw, even bhavya’s happy to see shivaay.

PLEASE SHIVAAY. HE IS GONNA RUN THE WHOLE THING INTO THE GROUND. STOP PLAYING COPS AND ROBBERS AND FOCUS ON YOUR BUSINESS ALREADY.

aw, shivaay’s happy to see bhavya too! how cute.

rudra fully knows shivaay will beat his ass if he knows the truth so he’s lying through his teeth.

OMFG WHAT EVEN IS THIS SUNDARI BUA PLOTTTTT DIAMONDS ON HER TEETH I CANT EVEN

ANSWER THE QUESTION ABOUT YOUR WIFE, SHIVAAY!!!!!!

ok om ka naam hi mat lo, fucking this whole episode has been such a waste of time without my dilpreet’s cuteness.

LOL RUDRA’S REACTION ON HEARING SHIVAAY’S FLYING COACH

who these fuckingggg randos?

oh richa ka mangetar. and some other ugly.

ohhhhhhhhhh god ugly’s fallen in love with gauri already.

why isn’t mangetar telling friend that she’s married????

aaaaaaaaaaand abhay’s here to murder shukla.

but the murder foursome are here too.

siiiiiiiiiiiigh, these people are going to stress shukla into fucking dying.

wow. shukla’s a wafaadaar one.

did he even actually say anything or just awaiiii ka chutiyaapa aur time waste???

WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN GOING ON???? PLANE MEIN NAACH GAANA????? SHIVAAY’S GONNA THINK THIS IS WHAT GOES DOWN IN COACH ON THE REGULAR.

and great. he’s standing there and philosophizing about love which… god i don’t even have the strength to touch today.

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs #161017 ib lb

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tabiswife · 7 years ago

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Tag~

I was tagged by @yongguksgummysmile 💗💗Thank You💗💗

Rules: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people!

The last: 1. Drink -Water. 2. Phone call -My mom. 3. Text message -My uncle. 4. Song you listend too -Summer 127-Nct 127. 5. Time you cried -The other day it was over some family stuff. 6. Dated someone twice -No. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it -No,I’ve actually never been kissed. 8. Been cheated on -No. 9. Lost someone special -Not yet… 10. Been depressed -Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up -No. List three favorite colors: 12.Red 13.Gold 14.Creamy off white. In the last year have you: 15. Made new friends -Yes. 16. Fallen out of love -No. 17. Laughed until you cried -Yes,what is life without laughter. 18. Found someone who talked about you-Kinda but it was harmless. 19. Met someone who changed you -Yes,that motherfucker. 20. Found out who your friends are -No. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list -No,thank God. General: 22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life -About 90% expect for some MonBebes I friended. 23. Do you have any pets -Yes,lots actually. 24. Do you want to change your name -No I like my name. 25. What did you do for your last birthday -Had a family dinner. 26. What time did you wake up -11:08 a.m. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night -On the couch watching dekospatch 3 lmao. 28. Name something you cant wait for -My new purse and MX cd to get here. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom -A few hours ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life -Idk that’s kinda a loaded question. 31. What are you listening to right now -Silsila Ye Chahat Ke-from Devdas. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom -No,I know of some Toms but never actually talked to one. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves -Nothing atm. 34. Most visited website -Tumblr,sadly. 35. Elementary -Finished. 36. Middle school -Finished. 37. High school -I’m homeschooled and I’m a few months behind so I won’t graduate till next year. 38. Collage -I’m stuck between going to become a physiologist or going to cosmetology school and be a MUA but idk yet it’s stressing me out. 39. Hair color -Dark brown with tealish tips but I’m going back red soon. 40. Long or short hair -Long. 41. Do you have a crush on someone -No. 42. What do you like about yourself -I answered a ask thing about this the other day,several things actually. 43. Piercings -My ears but I’m planning on getting my nipples done for my birthday and I’d like several others too. 44. Blood type -Idk actually. 45. Nickname -Girlie,mook,anna banana,butter face. 46. Relationship status -Single. 47. Pronouns -She/her. 48. Favorite tv show -Hannibal,The Get Down,AHS,HTGAWM. 49. Tattoos -None but I’d like some. 50. Right or left hand -Right. 51. Surgery -I had my tonsils out. 52. Sport -I love watching basketball but I’m not a sports person. 53. Vacation -I’m poor,poor folks don’t vacation. 54. Pair of trainers -Sneakers? Then yeah. 55. Eating -I eat breakfast and dinner I don’t like eating lunch because I feel too full. 56. Drinking -I try to stay as hydrated as possible but I love Dr.Pepper too much for my own good. 57. Im about to -Nothing. 58. Waiting for -Nothing I’m chillin rn. 59. Want -Money 😜 60. Get married -Perhaps one day. 61. Career -Phycologist or MUA. Which is better: 62. Hugs or kisses -Hugs. 63. Lips or eyes -Lips. 64. Shorter or taller -Taller. 65. Older or younger -Older. 66. Nice arms or nice stomach -Nice arms,gosh I love someone with nice biceps. 67. Sensitive or loud -Both,an equal partnership. 68. Hook up or relationship -Relationship. 69. Troublemaker or hesitant -I’m a very hesitant person so perhaps a troublemaker to keep it interesting. Have you ever: 70. Kissed a stranger -No. 71. Drank hard liquor -No,don’t plan to either. 72. Lost glasses/contact lenses -No don’t wear them. 73. Turned someone down -No. 74. Sex on first date -No,personally I wouldn’t consider sex unless I was with a person for a good while like a year or so but that’s just me. 75. Broken someones heart -No. 76. Had your heart broken -No. 77. Been arrested -No. 78. Cried when someone died -Yes,I’ve had my fair share of death these last two years. 79. Fallen for a friend -No. Do you believe in 80. Yourself -Mostly,but I do question myself too much. 81. Miracles -Yes,I��ve seen them happen. 82. Love at first sight -Yes. 83. Santa Claus -No. 84. Kiss on the first date -If I really felt them then yes. 85. Angles -Yes,I’m Christian(though I am looking into becoming an Orthodox Christian but that’s another post) 86. Fate -Yes,she’s a bitch. 87. Ghosts -Yes,I’ve seen them. 88. Supernatural -^^^^ Other: 89. Current best friends name -My mom,so Sonia. 90. Eye color -Dark Brown. 91. Favorite movie -The Prince of Egypt or The Hobbit:A unexpected journey. 92. People you can trust -My family. I tag: @barackabomination @holyschmidt-im-quisenghoran @softboynamjoon @novaya-model @ilovepuppysizedelephants @besidejubaby @all-for-the-love-of-rocknroll @theincarnatefireofhell @warof-hormone @powers-of-killjoy @nebulaegem @heybabybee @bigboijihoon @drakeofficialvevo @softsoo @sonuwoo @sailoralderaan @rapmonhyuk @shavvty @pyropes like always you don’t have to do this!!

#whew this was big #thanks again sweetie!!#long post #tag thing

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drinkshaming-blog · 8 years ago

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>Gamzee: Transport eggs.

You illuminate the path ahead of you, unwavering in your light as you gingerly carry a large, padded basket full of eggs towards one of the incubation caverns. Your bare feet pad softly against the rocky ground, dark stone tinted a hundred colors from sweeps of blood and paint running through the crevices. As you walk, you sing to the basket under your breath.

Ahead, the entry you remember is gone, as well as several of the murals that were beside it. You stop and frown. Your memory isn’t that bad, is it?

“Gamzee!” calls a voice from down the tunnel. “Ataki’e!”

You look up and wave in greeting. “Ataki’la, kenna.”

A troll a few sweeps older than you, Datayn, approaches you, carrying an armful of failed eggs. She nods to the wall where the entry should be. “Eylna te hariek’a juni pate, ah, saulo tog’una fabrei ne’gi, tellai.” Her expression darkens momentarily. “Temai’e herum herei te taki’e kureti aue.”

Your eyebrows lift and you study the wall, or rather the unwieldy rubble that makes up the wall. It’s difficult to tell where there’s been a recent collapse because there are so many old collapses-- there’s an old saying that goes hariek’a hennei kala re’ue ni’a, or ‘every wall of the caverns is made of someone’s ruins’. Datayn says eight jades and forty eggs were lost to a collapse three nights ago. You turn your gaze back to Datayn with a soft smile. “Auwae. Malai, malai, kenna.”

She smiles back. “Malai, malai, tellai.”

“Reke’te aue hyeni’el keji keia unelli te orema?”

“Paela taei ke me’ei.”

“Fa’ele key te jyre’kl te haeme’ai saulo taki’e?”

“Ah, raenu keai ke’ea ne’a dayn, melliaku.”

“Ta, auwae. Kelli’a ieneta ue!” You carefully rotate one of the eggs in your basket.

“Ieneta ue,” she echoes, nodding towards the failed eggs in her arms. “Temai’ilee kaki morei, shereya, Gamzee.” She laughs at her own joke and allows you to adjust the rhododendron in her hair before she continues on her path and you alter yours, turning right at the next fork to make your way to another incubation cavern.

As you walk, you check your messages, scrolling through a couple notifications about various projects you’re collaborating on (and sighing softly at your conversations with Tavros and Karkat respectively) until you reach your conversation with your supervisor.

GAMZEE: no worries, motherfucker GAMZEE: youll get a chance to see these legs again sooner or later haha JAREED: |et’s aim for ‘sooner’. GAMZEE: sure thing :o) JAREED: you are hard at work, i assume? GAMZEE: be up and carrying some motherfucking eggs around right now actually JAREED: oh! are you, uh. |uminescent? GAMZEE: yeah haha i lights all up whenever shits dark GAMZEE: helps a brother get around easy JAREED: that’s pretty hot.

Your smile widens. Motherfuck, for all the respect he doesn’t have for you, this thing you’re doing with him feels pretty good.

GAMZEE: you think? JAREED: yeah, the who|e g|owing thing, as we|| as the makeup stuff you wear. JAREED: and you. you are beautifu|. GAMZEE: haha damn thanks GAMZEE: thats all some nice shit to hear from a motherfucker as you GAMZEE: which, here cant make no judgements cause i dont all talk to so many highbloods JAREED: you are the first jade i’ve spoken to as we||. GAMZEE: really? JAREED: yes. i have heard stories about friends of friends who have had… encounters with jades, of course, but it is difficu|t to discern how much of that is pure boasting. JAREED: i think most tro||s want to find out what it’s |ike. GAMZEE: wow GAMZEE: that mean a brother just got lucky or something? JAREED: yeah, i got to see you for myse|f. GAMZEE: all kinds of motherfucking good shit that be haha GAMZEE: this fucker getting to talk at ya such how, shades and looks and everything JAREED: nothing you say makes sense. it’s cute. GAMZEE: haha aight JAREED: it’s because you speak that backwards jade dia|ect, right? it’s very exotic.

Does he think you’re speaking in the mother tongue? Does he think that’s the mother tongue?

GAMZEE: sure GAMZEE: so this all you tryna make a story for ya friends friends to gossip at, if ya catch? JAREED: abso|utely. i want you.

Oh, man. This is obviously intensely objectifying, but fuck it’s nice to be wanted. Why don’t you fall in love with people who fetishize you like Jareed does, again? (Because you would and do choose real, all-consuming, unrequited love over someone fickle who actually wants you any night. Which is a miracle unto itself.)

GAMZEE: thanks :o) JAREED: i’|| try to find an excuse to visit the caverns soon. GAMZEE: oh aight JAREED: is the new diet for the mother grub working out? GAMZEE: yeah shit be going down right as rain yo

You hear singing and see flickering light ahead, and shut off your palmhusk, checking on the eggs instead of paying attention to the new message vibration. Before long, you find yourself cutting through an enormous cavern where rows of jades are hauling on lines and handling levers to move huge vats of genetic material (a job far too delicate for machines- one off-temper unit and the entire gene pool could be poisoned). You walk down one of the lines as they continue to sing, and stop beside one particular troll.

“Yo, Kerede,” you greet him.

The jagged scar on his face twists as he smiles up at you, continuing to haul in time with the song. “Hey, brother. How’s the night treating you?”

“Some fine shit, tellai. You?”

He shrugs as much as he can. “Got stuck hauling, but we having a good time here.” Something catches someone’s attention; they raise their hand and call for the others to stop. The motion pauses and several trolls hurry over to check out whatever’s wrong with the slurry. Kerede steps away from the line; you decaptchalogue a skein of water and hand it to him. “Thanks, man. You going to the festival this week, right?”

“Yeah, motherfucker just heard of all that,” you reply. “Gotta pay respects and shit. Been a while since the last big event, anyway.”

“True, shit’ll be nice.” Kerede carefully pours some water over the back of his neck. “Anyways, I’m near finished with the inseam on that hat for ya’ friend. Probably be done in a night or two, depending how busy I am. Having a nice time with it.” He finishes dousing himself in water and holds out his arms invitingly; you carefully hand your basket to him and stretch.

“Damn, aight. Thanks. Anything a motherfucker can do back at ya?” you ask.

He thinks about that for a moment. “Oh, I been working on some fancy dress for my palemate’s wriggling day in a few perigees here, could use some patterned silk for a shawl kinda thing.”

You nod. It isn’t repayment for his services, that isn’t how things work down here; it’s a way to keep busy, to keep creating, to help a brother. And this sounds like something you’d enjoy in your free time. “What size you thinking? Might need to find some help getting dyes and all.”

“Well-” A call goes up for workers to return to their places. “Shit.” He hands your basket and water skein back to you and repositions himself beside the line. “I’ll message you the details, okay?”

“Sounds good, brother.” You smile at him. “See you.”

He returns your smile and you’re on your way again as the singing starts back up.

Some time later, you see seashells dotting the walls of the tunnel, most broken into a few pieces by centuries of pressure at least. A few jades are carefully digging some of the shells out of the stone. They must be on break. You watch them gently scrape at the insides of the shells, presumably to make sure they’re the type that can be used to make a certain rich fuchsia pigment. One of the trolls calls to you and asks if you’d like some dye from these once it’s been treated. You say yes, definitely, and thank him-- without stopping; you’ve wasted some time already and you don’t want these eggs to cool down too much.

A few minutes later, you’re humming softly to yourself and the eggs when a smaller troll, barely younger than you, falls in step beside you. There’s something strange about the shape of her torso, not distinctly noticeable but undeniably there; she herself was killed in a collapse not too long ago. She’s holding a basket of eggs as well, you notice as she amiably joins in with the words to your song. “Cover your crystal eyes, and let your colors bleed and blend with mine... Making, uh-- motherfuck, forgot the lyrics.”

You laugh. “‘Sup, Ellane?”

“Thirsty as shit,” she replies frankly.

“Mm, I feel ya. Should check in with Ya’alei? Motherfucker might got something to spare,” you suggest. Ellane nods. “Mine best friend got me all fed couple nights ago,” you add, some pride in your tone.

She cocks her head. “Who?”

“Karkat.”

Her eyes widen, a grin playing across her face. “The cute cerulean who was here like last week? He is, so. Oh.”

You give another soft laugh, keeping an eye on your basket. “He’s the only cerulean you ever met, sister.”

“Yeah, but I’ve seen them in movies. He’s motherfucking cute. Have you ever met another cerulean, anyways?”

Shrug affably. “Nah, I ain’t. Got a good point.”

“Was he the one you went out with?” Her gaze traces the colorful shapes on the cavern walls as she moves past them.

“Yeah.” You smile at the memory.

“Sweet messiahs, that must have been so cool. How was that, anyways?”

“Some miracle shit. Brother took me to see some wildflowers and all, we sat around most the night. Hardly wanted to come back.” There’s probably some totally obvious note of disproportionate happiness in your voice.

She quirks an eyebrow. “So are you pale for him or what?”

“Yeah,” you reply simply. The two of you reach the entrance to the incubation cavern and head inside, navigating around clutches of eggs to find an open space. This area is tinged with the sulfurous smell of the hot air channeled up into this chamber from the boiling wells deep below. You step over one of the naturally occurring vents that line the wall of the cavern, feeling its intense heat on your legs-- it reminds you of the sweeps before the game, when you were the youngest troll in the caverns and your relatively diminutive size made you the perfect candidate to lower yourself down into the vents and locate blockages or problems. It reminds you of crawling for what felt like weeks through narrow winding tunnels, sometimes having to press your back and feet against the sides so you didn’t fall, of scraped shoulders and skinned knees and damp clothing, of a parched tongue that painfully juxtaposed the air so humid you thought you’d suffocate, of heat rashes and ambiguous chemical burns, of having to grope your way along the wall through total and inexhaustible darkness.

Motherfuck, you wish you had your bioluminescence then. Maybe you’ll go back down there sometime. You smile and continue to follow Ellane, breaking your trance with “Sorry, what’d you motherfucking say?”

“Does he know?” she repeats.

“Don’t think so,” you say as she sets her basket down and lays a thick cover out in a wide, shallow depression in the cavern floor. “Ain’t trying to make it known, but ain’t tryna hide it neither.”

“Are you gonna make a move?”

“Nope. Motherfucker ain’t any way, like, available for that feelings shit, nor interested in a brother. Just friend shit.” You set down your own basket and start transferring the eggs to the cover.

She examines one of her eggs and then sets it aside with a little sigh. “And you’re happy with that?”

“Sure thing.” You smile down at the eggs. “I love him, ya know, don’t need nothing back. Brother knows I’m there for him, that’s the best I motherfuckin’ need.” You know if he knew how you feel, he’d try to cut ties with you; you know it’s bound to happen sometime. But he’s here for now, and you’re happy with that, and the little pining lump in the center of your chest just reminds you how good you felt when he was yours. And that’s not a bad thing. You squint at the ceiling, trying to fit words together. “It’s, uh. You know, tou’na leiva, for a motherfucker, like takalou na’e hekemai? Reke ali’i jeya fe’all, gaiye pala he works shit out. It all... hennai ali’e ta, last time. Kinda, um, ehuwei te’a. Miracle shit.”

She gives a little nod. “Ah, I got you. Ca’ali te, brother.”

You adjust an egg in the clutch with a laugh. “Yeah, ca’ali te.” Ellane reaches over to you and wipes at what you assume is a spot of smudged paint near your jaw, starting to hum another song. You quickly check your messages again; before Kerede’s recent message about the shawl for his moirail is one from Tavros, which does hurt a little, as fresh wounds tend to do. You smile, at her in thanks and at yourself for being able to help Tavros out as well as you can.

The mineral deposits in the incubation cavern glimmer as you and Ellane make your way out, the light from your bodies reflecting against the crystals, and you take a moment to take in the huge murals that illuminate the walls nearly as much as your bioluminescence does. They bear lines of scripture, depict messiahs and cavern workers and flowering trees and moon cycles, scenes of violence and kindness.

The caverns are beautiful, you think for the hundred thousandth time over the course of your life, all decked out in centuries’ worth of paints and stardust stains in every color imaginable, all full of siblings in their own paints and flowers and stardust singing songs and performing ancient rites and lighting their paths with the radiance of their own bodies. Making inks and baskets and clothes purely for the love of making. No wildflowers could be this vibrant, you think. You work hard, all of you, scraped shoulders and blistered palms and crushed ribs, hands grasping blindly in the dark, purely for the sake of creating something good, and you have. Here, deep beneath the surface of Alternia, is the garden of the sun.

These caverns must have been a lifeless place before the Faith was born-- you can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for your people back when they were really slaves. And without the Faith, they still would be. Without the Faith, you can only imagine that these caverns, here beautiful, the garden of the sun, would be dark and empty.

You like to think that you’re like the caverns.

#prayers #longpost //#slavery //#death //#claustrophobia //#fetishization //#casteism //#more people being attracted to karkat //#blood //#ask to tag //

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