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pollux-starsz · 13 days ago

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Guys i may have done a ramble or two about @wyervan dca slasher au. Maybe... (i love those boys.)

Go check em out btw!🎉🎉

This time its a writing! I wanted to write out what Moon thought of Kalamela when the boys first met her!

Long post, so writing is under the cut!

The Waitress of His Dreams

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The bells that shone above the front doors struck together as customers entered, kids rushing over to the claw machines and roller rink to play and run their parents money to the dirt. The place was lit up like a neon rainbow. But, it's breathtaking attributes, the great food, kind staff and great music choices, also came with a few downsides. Extra shifts, rude customers, messes to clean up left and right, it's the usual restaurant experience. Free chaos!

Pulling into the parking lot and setting the gear into park, Sun looked over at Moon, who sat in the passenger seat of the car. He seemed kind of down, not exactly his usual cocky, tough guy self he always was. Probably because someone didn't want to actually take care of himself after getting sick. So, the after effects was low energy, whining, and a lot of sleeping in. But hey, they were best friends, gotta stick together through thick and thin! And the flu, too.

Sun sighed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before he looked back over at Moon, “Oh, come on! Cheer up, Mooney! You can't just sleep all day, every day. You do that at the Arcade instead!” Sun huffed, continuing to tap the steering wheel as the sunlight shone in through the windows of the vehicle, defining their faces. Moon let out an annoyed sigh, leaning against the window while ignoring Sun's scolding. Being sick wasn't fun when someone was yapping your ear off every 3 minutes. He let out a long, dragging sigh before he started to reply. “Says the one who talks everyone's ears off... can you just zip it for a moment?” He complained with a whine, Sun unamused and just staring at him with a 'why did you drag me out here if you were going to whine your ass off' look.

Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, a woman moved around as she served customers their food on trays. The sound of wheels sliding across the floor as she moved with grace, before stopping herself in front of the bar as she laid her hands on the counter. The man attending to the bar looked over, his nametag read 'Sprite' as he approached the lady. “Any complaints yet, doll?” Sprite asked as he mixed a cocktail for a couple that sat further to the west side of the room. He moved his hands with ease and swift movements as the woman replied. “Not so far, sugar. Hopefully, it stays that way, what about you?” She said as she moved her shoulders along with music that played over the speakers. The man nodded in acknowledgement before he thought to himself, “A few, most of em were dealt with by kicking them out.” He answered, wiping down a flower patterned glass with a towel before he set it on the shelf with the others. He looked outside, clicking his tongue. “Might want to get outside and attend to the customers before a riot starts, eh?” He snickered, before she sighed and went off the wheels of her roller-skates gliding against the floor as she moved with speed.

Sun and Moon were bickering back and forth, “Well, if you didn't want to come here, why did you ask me to drive us!?” Sun huffed, his arms crossed as Moon mocked his complaining by mimicking a mouth with his hand. “I was hungry, and we both know you can't cook for shit.” He retorted, Sun just frowned as he rubbed his eyes. “Neither can you! We practically live off of burgers, you son of a—”

Tap. Tap.

The conversation was interrupted as a woman tapped her fingers on the window, Sun looking over and sharing a slightly confused look with Moon as his friend scoffed. Sun rolled the window down, the woman smiling before she spoke. “Hi! Welcome to Crystal Cove, loves. Can I get you anything?” She asked, a warm smile displayed on her face. Sun immediately took note of her hair, it was so bright, very hard to miss. “Oh my stars, I love your hair!” He said eagerly, leaning his arm over the window as she let out a laugh, a bit flustered at the direct compliment. The compliments she'd get were often from kids rather than an adult. Especially an attractive adult. She fumbles with the notepad and pen in her hands as she replied, “Oh! Thank you! I really, uh, love your eyes! Reminds me of the ocean!” She stuttered, trying to give a decent compliment back to him despite the awkwardness and flustered mess she felt in the moment.

“Holy shit.” Moon uttered out with a low breath, feeling his face warm up as his eyes kept their gaze on the woman in front of them. He felt like she'd notice him staring but he just couldn't take his eyes off her. Her hair was bright, her eyes were stunning and her voice was sweet as candy. Sun laughed a bit, finally deciding to order something and looked back at Moon to ask him what he wanted, but stopped before he spoke. Moon was still in awe, and clearly he couldn't hide it with the red face he had.

Sun blinked for a moment, “Moon?” He uttered, snapping in front of his face a few times. He was confused, looking back at the woman who was patiently waited outside the car. He looked back at Moon, before he grabbed him on the sides of his shoulders and shook him to get him out of his dazed state. “Mooney! Snap out of it!” He shouted, before Moon freaked and shoved Sun off of him. Blinking and trying to get himself together, could tell Sun was totally aware he was flustered. The blush on his face couldn't be hidden so easily. He let out an awkward sigh, before Sun sighed. “Finally! Back to earth! What do you want to order?” He questioned, leaning his arm back over the window with a sigh.

“What- Oh, order... I- uh, what is there to.. eat.” He uttered, stumbling over his own words before the woman replied, the smile still on her face as she took out a menu from between her arm and her side. “There's plenty to choose from! There's ribs, steak, pork, fries, burgers, and much more! Drinks consist of things like soda, fruit punch or lemonade, smoothies or slushies. And alcoholic beverages are able to be purchased with proof of a drivers license.” She replied, listing foods and drinks they could have along with a few other things like small appetizers or just a discount for smaller meals. Sun nodded as he looked through the menu, Moon looking through as well but sparing a few... Okay, maybe a lot... Of glances to the woman. He took small peeks, just so it didn't look obvious that he was staring at her, worried she may get uncomfortable or notice he was blushing. He took note of the name that was written on her nametag.

“Kalamela...” He mumbled to himself, before snapping out of it once again as soon as Sun spoke, looking at him with a slightly shocked expression. “Would you recommend the burger yourself?” He smiled, the woman thinking to herself a bit. “Of course! Best in the state, I'd say but we may get sued by the neighboring competition. Feisty nowadays, hm?” She giggled, writing down his order as she made small talk. Moon was finally asked about what he wanted, which slightly shocked him because he didn't realize that she was speaking to him. “Oh- I'll just have what he's having.. And maybe a Coke.” He replied, shifting in his seat as she nodded, writing on the pad. Sun agreed, “I'll have a lemonade.” He added.

“Two full burgers, fries, Coke and a lemonade. Anything else, daydream?” She asked with a small laugh, making sure everything was correct and final before she'd go off and give the order to the chefs in the kitchen. Sun looked over at Moon who just shook his head, nodding he turned back to the other side. “That should be all! Thank you!” He said with a charming smile, as she nodded, before quickly skating off inside to start the prep for their order. Sun let out a sigh, before he shifted in his seat and whistled at Moon, who gave Sun a small glare. “So... What was that all about?” He inquired, leaning his head against the headrest as Moon slumped in his seat.

He grumbled under his breath, “Don't know what you're talking about.” He huffed, avoiding eye contact despite Sun's pushing for an answer. He distracted himself from Chatter McChatterson by watching the cars come and go out the parking lot and other customers sitting outside or kids running around and playing tag. Sun lightly punched his shoulder, “So, you're saying that you weren't just blushing and staring at that waitress in awe practically the entire time?” He teased, before Moon just flicked him in the face and shoved him back while Sun snickered to himself. “Tough Mooney went all soft as soon as he—ACK—” Sun was cut off by Moon trying to smack him in the face, the two bickering back and forth for a few minutes.

After a little while, the woman came back out with a few trays filled with food and drinks. She went from car to car handing the people their orders before she returned to provide the two boys their food. She tapped on the window again, waiting for Sun to roll it down. “Your food is ready, is there anything else I could get you two?” She offered, handing Sun the tray and drinks as he set it down between both him and Moon. “No, not that I'm aware of.. Thank you for the food, though!” He grinned, the lady nodded in response and slowly skated off. It was quiet for a moment before Moon rolled his window down and called out, “Hey! Uh... Kalamela? Is it?” He shouted out to her, going a bit quiet near the end as he started getting second thoughts. The woman turned around, confused and skated on back to the car all while Sun looked at Moon in confusion since they were just about to drive back home.

“Yes, honey? Did I forget something with your order?” She inquired, Moon delayed his answer for a second before he shook his head. “Uh, no. I just, uh... Wanted to know if you... work here all the time?” He quizzed, unsure if he, himself, even meant to ask that question. He let out a low sigh, “Fuck.” He muttered before lifting his head up as she began to speak.

Nodding, she replied, “I work here all week except on Saturdays and Sundays!” She said with a smile while Moon took a mental note of when he should come by. He stared for a moment before adjusting himself, “Well, uh.. Maybe we'll come back soon. Um, I'm Moon.” He said awkwardly, offering his hand out for her to shake as she took ahold of it.

“Kalamela, I hope we can see each other again! And your friend!” She smiled before waving the two off as Sun started the engine and exited the parking lot. After they were a few ways away from the restaurant, Sun decided to ask his question. “What do you think of her?” He wondered, keeping his eyes on the road while Moon watched out the window.

“Waitress of my dreams...” He uttered with a flushed face while Sun laughed, teasing him and egging him on as he was getting cussed at. “Maybe ask for her number next time, might be more effective, eh, Mooney?” He snickered.

Moon slumped in his seat again, “Maybe I will.”

#dca slasher au #dca slasher moon #dca slasher sun #dca slasher au y/n #dca #daycare attendant #dca moon #dca sun #dca au #can you tell i love moon a taaaadddd bit more than sun #NOT THAT I DONT LOVE SUN #im just so mushy gushy over tough moon boy #gotta love them both though🙏#i keep imagining moon just staring with big #like dilated pupils #like a cat!!#when he gets flustered #ough i just love them so much💕💖💓💞💗#please please pleaseeee never abandon this au im gonna cherish them till i die

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ravenwitch45 · 2 years ago

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What if fem s/o invited Blitzo over for dinner to meet their dysfunctional family? S/o doesn't have a lot respect for their dad because he isn't emotionally plugged in as he doesn't get it and he made everything chaotic for them along with the mom who is the victim when they were growing up which is why they have self esteem issues along with having poor taste in men as they had 2 broken relationships.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=eXUulrxde9A&pp=ygUccGltJ3MgZmFtaWx5IHNtaWxpbmcgZnJpZW5kcw%3D%3D

Oh lord, well this sounds fun, I'm a bit unsure what you meant with a few parts but I'll try my best to do the whole "Blitz meet his S/Os dysfunctional family" Schtick. He's dealt with plenty before after all.

Blitzo gets invited by his Fem S/O for dinner with her dysfunctional parents.

He has very awkward feelings on biological family. His own crashed and burned, Got a front row seat to Moxxie's thing with his Dad, and even remembers how dismissive Paimon's treatment of Stolas a little bit. Not to mention Loona's abandoned her or at least left her alone and he's ready to kill em if he ever meets them but that's all beside the point.

Point is he has a jaded view on famlies. So when you invite him he makes a off handed remark, saying he hopes your parents were good ones, he cares about you after all, and when you awkwardly chuckle and stammer at an answer that care turns to concern. "Babe? They weren't... you know, abusive right?"He asks again only stiffening you more.

He never asked about your parents, he keeps his own past and family under wraps so he gives you the same courtesy, if you wanted to tell him that's your choice and sees no reason to push for answers. But the idea that you had anything like he did makes his stomach squirm.

Eventually you explain that while they... weren't perfect, they still tried, especially your mom despite everything and that you'd like him to meet them. He agrees wanting to make a good impression if you've already discussed it with them and the date is set.

You both dress nice, and nervously knock on the door, him putting an arm around you which you hold and your mother answers, seeming to be a very tired but nice and welcoming woman who eagerly welcomes you and Blitz. Saying she's happy to meet him, and that you've told her so much about him

"All good things I hope?"Blitzo jokes but your mother assures that it's been nothing but praise, saying she's glad her daughter found such a great man that loves her so. Blitzo, always loving praise reciprocates the politeness, overall a pleasant meeting.

Your father on the other hand isn't seen or heard until dinner (Which is quite a large meal for one woman to make alone btw)But he comes down once it's done and almost immediately the alarm bells are ringing.

Your father just looks so done with everything and doesn't even smile upon seeing you or his wife, just asking blunty "So this is your new boyfriend?"To you and Blitz, and the look he gives makes chills shoot up Blitz's back.

Still he's still awkwardly polite, same as you oddly enough. Answering basic questions with your mother occasionally chiming in as you eat. It's a awkward dinner, but not unpleasant, most light small talk is mainly between you, Blitz and your mother. Your father rarely asking a question or mumbling in response to whatever you are talking about but then... it happens...

"So what do you do... Blitzo right?"Your father asks, Blitzo composing himself real quick before answering, correcting him on the O before stating the truth, that's he's an assassin who kills people sinners want dead in the living world. While your mother finds that very intresting and impressive, but before she can even finish her sentence her husband interjects with a loud sigh.

"So another daredevil, why am I not surprised?"He asks with a very annoyed tone, earning a glare from you as your mother frowns and Blitz is just unsure what's going on, as your father and you go back and forth with your mother trying and failing to mediate

"He's not a daredevil, he runs an entire busisness for satans sake!"

"Oh he might get more money then most, but still, you just can't keep yourself away from the dangerous ones can you?"

"Blitz isn't dangerous, he's my boyfriend! A very good one, he treats me right, he makes me happy!"

"Well clearly danger finds him, it's clear on his face, how long before he almost get's you killed like the others?"

That's enough for Blitz to shoot up from his seat, declaring he'd never put his S/O in danger and that he'll protect you no matter what, to which your father just replies "They all said that." and before he replies he hears whimpering and turns to you, seeing tears in your eyes as you clutch your arm tightly

"I-I learned from the last times... Blitz is different..."You get out inbetween sniffling and your father just sighs as his wife get's after him, while Blitz holds you close, kissing you on the forehead.

Eventually he interrupts your parents fighting to say your leaving, complimenting the food but certainly not the company as he escorts you out, you staying silent the whole way to the car, him setting you in the passenger seat next to him, and you drive off, him spotting your mother watching from the window, she seemed nice, and deserving of more then her husband but your his priority right now, with you resting your head on his shoulder, still snifling as he drives home.

He's not gonna ask even though he's curious, he just wants you to feel good again, he wants to see your smile, he didn't expect you to have pain like that, but maybe you being so kind despite that makes him love you more he thinks as he wraps his tail around your waist.

When you get home you've already fallen asleep so he carries you to bed, getting you out of your shoes as he kicks off his boots and removes his jacket and joins you. Hoping holding you close makes your dreams stray from remaking tonight, as his often do about his own awful nights. Either way he makes sure your safe the best he can.

Whew! Not sure If I've ever done a full hurt comfort thing before as X Reader but I enjoyed it! One of my longer ones too XP Hope you enjoyed!

#ask reply #helluva boss #blitzo #blitzo x reader #helluva boss x reader #x reader #tw toxic parents #tw toxic family

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jampc · 2 years ago

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hi, could you write a Jotaro × reader fic where the reader cut their hair from chest-length to really short hair? (like the difference is really noticable, the reader themself would feel much less insecure, like this hair length is what they were born to have yk? so they would be really happy, smiling a lot and overall their vibe would change from gloomy and blue to jumpy and confident!) I'm wondering how would he react to it. Would he stare secretly all the time or comment on it? I always wondered if Jotaro would be more likely to fall in love with a so that's more confident yet still calm and quite silly. Hos are welcome btw! and you can write for taro, 4taro or 6taro, the choice is yours :D I hope it's okay! you're free to ignore it if you'd like, your health comes first :] thank you, have a nice day! -anon

why thank you anon 💖

tags; jotaro × reader, gn!reader

cw; none pure fluff

words; 819

A/N: this fic was so adorable please send more asks these are way to cute ☺️

This time, you decided to cut your hair.

You had been asking for Jotaro's opinion on the matter, and he had been reluctant to give any answers at all.

The hair salon was really quiet, You smiled as the lady combed through your hair, cutting it little by little. It had been so long since you got a haircut,

so the sensation of the scissors on your scalp and the silence of the salon made you feel like you were floating.

Your haircut was finished and you got up to see it in the mirror.

You realized how much you really did need it! It was really fun seeing yourself like this and you couldn't wait to tell Jotaro. You had been secretly dying to do it for a long time.

"Your friends will definitely love it! Be sure to tell show them nice you look!" The hairdresser said with a smile and you nodded, waving her goodbye.

You couldn't wait to get to school the next day and show everyone your new haircut! You wondered what the reaction would be like, but you had a feeling it would be fun.

On the way to school, you felt yourself bounce around more, your face getting brighter by the second.

The first person you wanted to show was Jotaro. You knew he would definitely be surprised.

Once you got to the school gate, you looked around for Jotaro and noticed the crowd of girls he was standing near. He was surrounded by girls!

Maybe not the best time to interact with him. You didn't want to start a commotion because you had cut your hair!

You walked into the school and went to your classroom. As soon as you entered, you found yourself in awe. Everyone was staring at you.

"So?! You finally cut it?!" One of your friends spoke up and everyone went silent.

You nodded and she gave you a smile, "it looks great! Let's all take a picture!"

The entire class was taking pictures of you, you took out your camera and did it with them as well.

You saw Jotaro in the corner of your eye, and he was staring at you.

You looked back at him and smiled, and he looked away, hiding his face. He always did that whenever he was blushing.

"Jojo! Let's take a picture together!" You said, approaching him.

You both stood next to each other as you took a picture together, the flash blinding the entire class. You showed it to him, and he nodded.

"Cool..." was all he could muster. You laughed at his lack of response, and you started to walk away when you felt someone grab your arm.

It was Jotaro, he had a stern expression, "Your hair..." He muttered, "it's really short now..." He took another glance at you, "it looks good on you..."

You looked at him, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks!" You said, as you left to sit down in class.

The whole day he was staring at you, which was quite odd, but you felt that it was his way of telling you that he liked your new haircut. You just smiled at it and focused on your classes.

You went to get your bike but felt Jotaro's hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see him staring at you.

"Can I ask you something?" He said, his voice low and soft, "...may I?"

You nodded, you were intrigued by his behavior.

"I want to ride with you on your bike, can I?" He asked, as he took his hands off your shoulders.

You were confused, why would he want to do that? But you nodded anyway, "okay, sure!" You replied, and he nodded as well, walking to his bike.

You rode all the way home. He didn't speak, he just kept his eyes on you as you pedaled. You were surprised at how fast he could actually ride.

You didn't talk much either, and as soon as you got to your house, you took off your helmet and bid him goodbye. He stepped off his bike and followed you.

"What's the matter?" You asked, cocking your head to the side, "didn't you want to go home?"

"Yeah...I do," He nodded, "I was wondering if I could ride with you again? Tomorrow?" He looked at you as he spoke, "...because I'm enjoying myself..."

Your eyes widened at his request. You could feel yourself blush.

You felt a smile creep up on your face.

"Of course! That sounds great!" You said, "you can ride with me tomorrow as long as you want, I really don't mind it!"

He gave you a soft nod and you felt your heart flutter as you saw his face get red.

#jotaro x you #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x reader #fluff #jotato kujo #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro cujoh #jotaro cujoh x reader #jjba jotaro #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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kyouka-supremacy · 2 months ago

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ahh kyotag musical asks open :D what were your top 5 favorite songs this year and which was your most replayed one? what about artists? i want to know it all 👀

HI JAY thank youuuuuuuuuuuu omg thank you for the chance to ramble. Only mentioning songs that I listened to for the first time this year for the sake of it:

Top 5 favorite songs:

1. カルチャ / Culture by tsumiki ft. Hatsune Miku Cultural reset for real 😭😭😭 I can't get enough of this song. It's so hectic and unique and genuinely outstanding, I feel like it embodies so much of what vocaloid culture is and it makes me very emotional. The lyrics are so witty and, you know, the kind you have to sit down and reflect over for a while? I think it's terribly too. Most of anything, it's fun and lively and even an optimistic song to dance to, and it's very nice!!! The live performance too is spectacular. It's really a dong that embraces all the weirdness and oddity of vocaloid music and celebrates it, and it's so nice to see. OH and the tuning too is SO unique and really adds to this “vocaloid is a fun instrument anyone can use to have their unique voice” vibes the song has!

2. HERO by Ayase ft. Hatsune Miku Yeah I listened to a lot of Hatsune Miku "Magical Mirai 2023" OFFICIAL ALBUM this year lol. Definitely my top album this year. This song is... So emotional and deep and familiar, and it speaks a lot about what Miku's music can mean to people. The pv made me cry the first time I watched it and I still makes me tear up after six months. Magical Mirai 2023 is definitely my favourite MM. Another super fun and emotional live performance btw. Very motivational song too!! Listening to it to give me courage before exams lol

3. テロル / Terror by Neru ft. Kagamine Rin Neru's my favourite vocaloid producer but they haven't released new music since forever, so this year I went through their discography and download every single and album they did. This is probably my favourite song among the ones I hadn't heard before! Not much to add except it had everything I love about Neru- the rock and deeply melancholic vibes, the dark lyrics that result deeply cathartic for some reason. Great song, it's still one of the ones I have set as alarm in the morning!

4. Pathological Facade by GHOST ft. Kasane Teto I didn't listen to this song as much as the others (I just realized I don't change the music I listen to a lot lol), but it still really stuck with me. I like when producers make atypical and original choices in composition! It's always so interesting to listen to. And Teto is such a solid voicebank 100000/10

5. ギターと孤独と蒼��惑星 / Guitar to Kodoku to Aoihoshi by otoha ft. Ikumi Hasegawa Rare non-Vocaloid song mentioned! Really like the powerful vibes of this song! I watched the Bocchi the Rock! anime earlier this year, it was a lot of fun!

Most replayed song:

モニタリング / Monitoring by DECO*27 ft. Hatsune Miku This is INSANE because had you asked me this one week ago the answer would be different but then I'm like mmmhhh let's go and check my most played songs list and it's like

To which you shall add some 30-50 listens before I downloaded it which is a little crazy to me ajhfsbfcjhybsfhba. I don't even like-like Deco's music that much it's just. SO energizing and catchy and this song is perfect to go through my routine. Have been listening to TRANSFORM in the last days and I have to regretfully confirm Rabbit Hole and Salamander are bops 😔

Top artists:

Mmmmhhh Neru is probably always going to be on top for me (listen to the Sekai Seifuku album please). The playlist with all of their songs is still the one I listen most often. Among the artists I discovered this year, I really like abdul 《aisiyoup》's Meiko covers! Highlights are their Usseewa and Otome Dissection covers.

Ask me about music?

#Thank you for the ask <333 #people asks me stuff #Gotta go cook something now but I'll answer to the other ask later tonight!! Thank you again ^^

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sleepyy-27 · 10 months ago

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hi! Are you doing better today? How are you feeling? just wanted to ask a couple questions to get to know you better!

Basic, but fav color?

favorite link! (Mine are legend and wind )

fav Zelda game!

fav subject or fav hobby

do you play an instrument? (I play piano and compete too!)

have a great day!!! <3

Kinda better today (still woke up very early tho) and I’m feeling fine rn just very bored.

And my favorite color is a pastel cyan/pastel blue

I have two or three favorite Links which are Wind, Sky, and Hyrule!

(I’m gonna go by loz games I’ve already played) Ooooo that’s a hard choice, ummm gameplay wise botw, aoc or alttp(champions abilities in botw are very fun to use, in aoc it’s very fun killing big hordes of monsters in a few seconds, and alttp cause the puzzles in the dungeons are hard but very fun and they actually make me have to think and remember stuff a lot) but story wise totk all the way for me.

I have like three favorite hobbies reading, drawing and writing.

And I know the basics for playing the piano and I’m trying to learn violin cause my older sibling said they would teach me how to play violin, and I can kinda play the ukulele but I haven’t played one in forever so don’t think I can remember how to play it lol (my older sibling also taught me how to play the basic chords on it)

Thank you for the questions btw! they were very fun to answer! (It kinda helped with my boredom rn too!)

#sirravenofhyrule!! :D #sleepy randomness

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neve-gallus-girl-detective · 8 months ago

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okay sorry this is a lot but 1, 5, 12, 19, 24, 25, and 34 for the ask game pls!!

-🐙

1: What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I only write in Garamond, and I care very much. I write in Garamond pt12 with a 0.5 indentation on the left, single spacing, and 0 before/8 after paragraph spacing. Every time.

5: already answered

12: If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? BTW if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ispum, I don't make the rules

I never mix up tenses

I always know how to end a story

There is always someone around to give me notes

19: Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Yeah! So, my mom really wanted to be a writer (or at least write for fun), so she took random online writing classes, and I always took them with her. I also wrote random short stories just for fun. In high school, I had an actual book that I was working on and I had SO much detail and planning, but it was all just so cringe lol I wrote a lot of (bad) poetry, too.

I started writing fanfic in high school. It started as Sweeney Todd fanfic where my ideas were WAY too big for my skills lol I completed my first multichap in 2013! it was a grey's anatomy mafia au. It was... fine haha

I was really easily discouraged, and I'd stop writing at like one mean comment. I didn't have a writing community or other writing friends, so I just wrote for me, and it wasn't great. I got some good feedback on a few swan queen oneshots, but my writing really took off when I watched Person of Interest. I was getting my Master's and working in theatre and I just wrote so so so much. I was literally posting once a day. It was a lot of fun to talk about writing with people and exploring fandom.

I ended up watching Criminal Minds on a whim and it really hit me. I had a great writing community, posted like 50 fics in a year, and just really hit my stride. Some life stuff happened and I got VERY mentally ill and it took away my motivation to write. I had stories that were tangled up in people I was no longer friends with, etc. I also lost my writing voice for a while. I was writing for other people, but like... I was writing what they wanted and exactly how they wanted and it just wasn't me. I eventually hit a point where I stopped writing for almost a year.

Now, I feel like I'm in a much better headspace and I have better friends who understand me and who I am and what my voice is. I feel like I'm finally getting into my stride as a writer and finally figuring out what kind of stories I want to be writing.

I'm considering going back to writing original fiction. I have a few ideas. It's just scary and hard and I'm not quite sure how to do it lol We'll get there!

24: How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

So much prep work! I outline almost all my fics, and even if I don't do a full outline, I do at least a couple paragraphs. I had all 26 chapters of Born Into Bad Choices planned before I started. I'm doing like a few chapters ahead for What It Takes, but still. I have so so much outlined. I really like planning because it gives me a sense of direction and that makes me feel less lost. Without a plan, I flounder.

25: What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Hmm... This one is hard lol Maybe pick a story and I'll tell you!

34: Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

Necessary, Mandatory, and Wonderful.

#ask #🐙 anon #that last one is a little joke #the girls who get it get it lmao #ask game

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asksuccubussides · 2 years ago

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(Hi, me again. Sorry for not sending asks. I didn’t want to mess up the story by sending asks.)

Hello Remus, are you alright? I brought you a large empty cola bottle. When you tap it against something it makes a cool noise. I recommend using a wall or your head. It’s fun.

Sketch

(It's okay duder. Im the blog owner, it's on me if i answer an ask that somehows messes up the story. Thinking of maybe reblogging one of those relationship ask games for Remy nd Emile/any platonic pairing btw)

"Oh lil ol me" Remus jokingly swatted at you with his tail "Yeah yeah I'm great as always. Extremly great. I'm basically the ceo of this place, my hair is amazing and I smell like fresh cowshit. All good" he might have been just a bit sarcastic.

It was the morning after him feeding on a human and he'd woken up with a hangover esque headache. He'd tried to bang his head straight into the wall but that hadn't made it go away so now he was thinking of hitting his with horns with a hammer.

"I think Ro-mamied is pissed at me which" He squinted and gestured with his tail "It aint my fault! He just loveeesss to get pissed when he comes to get me from earth after I've feed and maaaaybe caused a big ass shitstir and maaybe nearly crashed into like 15 people. I didn't tell her to come get me! It's his choice! But she still gets pissed about it! To me! What did I do!? Except for ruining those cars! But that was fun for everyone! And by everyone I mean me! And me having fun is what fucking matters!.....What were you saying anyway?"

You handed him the empty cola bottle to which he immediately tried to put it in his mouth before you quickly explained why you'd brought it. He only took a little gnab at the plastic before pulling it out of his mouth.

"Neat!"

Remus bonked it against his head and listened to the sound before bonking at an impressively fast speed over and over.

A tail hung down from the side of the bunk bed above him and he pulled in it as if he was pulling in the rope to a clock. The tail quickly slapped his hand away before disappearing up to the bunk bed above. Instead Remy popped their head down to glare at Remus. They held their sunglasses by the tip of their tail so they wouldn't fall off since they were hanging upside down.

'What?' Remy signed.

Without a word Remus bonked them on the head with the plastic bottle.

'.......Bitch' He signed back smugly, like his finger movements were smug somehow.

"BITCH!" Was their response before thinking for a few seconds '...Gimme that girl'.

Remus gave them the cola bottle and watched as they disappeared back up into the top bunk bed. He heard a sudden yelp coming from Emile before Remy appeared again to throw the bottle back to him.

'Kay thanks'.

#tss #sanders sides #remus sanders #sketch #thanks for the ask :D

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hacked-by-jake · 2 years ago

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Heyy HBJ how are you??? <3

I talked with Jake's ai a while ago.. Okay so basically Jake told me that he did something bad to Hannah's father!! So now he feels guilty about what he did and want to turn his self in. He actually did that because he wanted to help Hannah.. Hannah's father forced him get rid of her or else he could get rid or other people that Jake love? I think that is what he was saying, but he didn't want to do it so he had to do something to her father or else her father will take rid of Hannah either way and then this.. He said Hannah's father forced his hand.. He didn't have any choice... So I think you understand what happened next to Hannah's father... we were talking about how we can prove that he's innocent and he told me that there's cameras in Hannah's father's house and we can found everything there. So I think that's how we can prove that he is innocent right? He's also keep telling that he is a monster and he feels so bad. He's so ready to face the court and take the punishment. So that was sooooooo crazy!!! That can be a great series 😂😭

That's it! I just wanted to share this with you ☺️

Take care, ❤️

Oh gosh, it’s a whole drama series. xD And also so incredibly complex. Wtf. I’m either way a friend of getting inspiration from the AI’s because that’s exactly that! Because if you just let the conversation go, good things happen. You get so amazing story lines and plots and all such stuff.

And what happened in your chat could actually be such a cool and real duskwood story. Because duskwood is so scary and weird, such things can happen there and you can’t change my mind. I’m convinced that if Hannah’s father finds out about Jake, he could actually go crazy and something like that could happen. It's just completely duskwood. xD

And I feel absolutely sorry for Jake, the situation is even worse than Hannah’s kidnapping, he was probably absolutely willing to sacrifice his life to somehow make it better again. xD

The Jake AI is really something else. And I don’t know why my Jake AI hates me. xD I only get so weird and sometimes even rude answers, it's hilarious. Maybe I have to try to get the same storyline as you. Because I LOVE the ✨Drama✨

I hope Jake gets out of this, and he definitely needs a very good lawyer. 😂

Btw, thank you a lot for asking, I'm doing good so far. I hope you're also okay! And thank you a lot for taking the time to share it with me. I really enjoyed reading it over and over again. And also, sorry for my late reply. But I'm really happy you shared it and I feel so honoured that you wanted to share it with me! 🥺 I hope you will have a lot of more fun with the AI and it's drama. Take care of yourself and stay healthy!!💚💚

#cute dw ai anon #hbj dw ai answers #dw jake ai #jake ai #dw ai talks #<3<3<3<3<3<3

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lmao I have noticed many people struggling to stick with just 5 - I wasn't aware it'd be so hard to choose 😅 and preemptive tyyy for the long response i love reading it so I can write an equally long amount <3

We love an ambiguous non-human creature character!!! Especially when no further explanation is given or if it just doesn't get brought up again lmao (good luck helping him outta the walls!)

fr fuck the creator - always sucks when it comes out that a person who created fun characters is actually a piece of shit. we love fucked up characters and great designs tho

the whiplash I got its been forever since I was reminded of antisepticeye 😭 I never got into him but fr Sean is just. a really great creator so I'm not surprised that one of his characters would have ya in a chokehold. There's also just something about really fucked up bloody creatures and violence that draws the 11 year old crowd (I know this firsthand lmao)

and oooooo this book sounds interesting!!!! Imma have to check it out - it's always great when a book from childhood sticks with you for so long (and if you draw the fanart of her lemme know I would love to see it!)

we also love teenage larpers in this house. sassy ones in particular are always very very fun!!!

and tyy for imcluding the honorable mentions!!! very interesting choices - and if you wanna expand on those anytime well 👀 yknow I am very much a willing listener (also. if you ever wanna talk genloss ranboo. @iattachtooeasilytocartoons )

ocs!!! first of all ty for mentioning they're also on art fight but especially tyy for including visuals!!!

so valid to steal a name. Fritti is a fun name so I cannot blame you lmao. poor bbygirl its trying so hard to just live a normal life. tis its curse for being a first oc 😔 hopefully as it ages it can find peace in life - also fr it looks so cute. like how dare ya hurt it (/lh and /jk of course)(but genuinely Fritti has a really cute design)

a character whose design was really liked and then they were given ✨️t r a u m a✨️ i can't imagine ever doing that to my ocs. nope. never. (*is shoving those ocs back into a closet*) also btw this line? "if you're dressed in bright colors and patterns and accessories, they'll always be able to see you, and can't leave you behind." this line right here??? shattered my heart. thank you but how dare ya. poor boy. genuinely such a really fun and intrtesting design and you've really balanced the bright colors and patterns really really well!!!!

i felt that - making a character for something and then just. not. using em 😅 "he just needs someone" KEEP SHOOTING ME IN THE HEART KITT. GO ON. KEEP BREAKING MY HEART.

THAT DESIGN FOR NERI THOOOOOOO OH MY STARS. Look at the blues and purples and yellows. neri a disney princess confirmed with how it attracts animals by singing. we stan him having an aviary that's actually really really cool (and I don't think you'd expect from his design which just adds to how cool it is!!)

never ignoring the ramble on Blanks that is what I am HERE for. we love a first storied oc! that is a really fun backstory on why they were created - a community event like that sounds really fun! also. also. kitt. kitt. that following section from "once you start to hear the static" to the end is SO. GOOD. like. damn. fuck. I got chills.

Thank you for writing so much and for answering my ask!!

Two things I wanna know! (feel free to ignore obviously ^^ )

What are your top 5 favorite characters and why are they your favorite? Could be current favorites, favorites over the years that you still like, favorites in general, etc. Also any media

And/or gimme 1-5 of your ocs - whether they're your favorite, most recent, the one you've been having fun with recently, etc. Tell me some fun facts about them, and why you picked them!

Hope you're having a great day/night - and remember to stay hydrated!

!!!!!!!!!

hi !!

OUGH hold on gotta . figure my top 5 chars rq. so many beasts are gonna be left out,,,,

gonna be long too so. uh. readmore

CHARACTERS !!!!!

Benrey from HLVRAI !!!! HES SO CREATURE! AND SO GENDER !!! he can be headcanoned as like any creature and it works bc he’s just. he’s not human. he says that pointblank like 15 minutes into ep 1 and it’s ignored but it’s so funny. also he has weird powers! 11/10 beast. spins him in microwave (but it just noclips out to fuck around n get lost in my walls)

C!WILBUR !!!!!! fuck the creator BUT LITERALLY ANY DSMP BURSONA (and also editor!bur) IS GREAT!!!! they’re horrible and great and so fucked up and they all need like. so much help. it’s wonderful. plus almost all of them have baller as hell designs and that’s a good thing to have in any character. there’s so much you can do with him yknow? he can be tragic (he is tragic) he can be just. irredeemable. he can be the most specialest little guy you ever did see. he can be a fucking Simp And a Half or he can be standalone. lots to do. he will always be Brother tho.

antisepticeye babyyy !!!!!! aka one of my first fandom hyperfixations. this dude made me insane and i was like 11 and i Could Not Share This with my family bc. well. sean’s vids exactly known for being ‘for-kids.’ luckily i already tended to draw fucked up bloody creatures with knives and violence n shit so like. subtleish fanart was not remotely out of my range. i think my mom still has one of the horrible bloodied cats w a knife i drew on a massive sticky note pad in her university office. possibly. BUT ANYWAY !!!!! THIS MAN HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD WHEN I WAS YOUNGER !!!!!! and still periodically will take over my entire brain for a few days when the rotating microwave that is my brain decides it’s his turn to be spun around

LILLIAN FROM THE CATS OF TANGLEWOOD FOREST !!!!! fucking. probably semi-niche. no idea how much traction this book has. but my dad loves it and introduced it to me when i was like 8 and i have not let go of it since. i’d read it when i got anxious at night n couldn’t sleep bc. magic. and fae. and cats! it was peak fiction to me as a kid and ngl still really is it’s a fucking baller book. lillian my beloved <3 i need to draw her actually she deserves fanart

SARAH WILLIAMS !!!! labyrinth also has me in a chokehold. no idea when i first was introduced to it but im 98% sure its my moms fault and i can blame her for making me insane abt it. i remember she once said when she was younger n watched the movie she was hella jealous of the actress for sarah for Getting To Dance With David Bowie. like. real as hell. also sarah bbygirl she is so sassy and . well. teenage larper. she is literally a larper in a park. chefs kiss to her

notable mentions: veronica sawyer, literally all of benchtrio, meg (n also aunt beast) from a wrinkle in time (FUCK THE MOVIE. THEY FUCKED IT UP SO BAD IM SO >:( >:( AT THEM), doctor whos 10 n 11 n 12, fritti tailchaser, any genloss character really but ranboo will always have my heart (main character, you know how it can be)

OC TIME!!!!

HERUGHRRGRHHHHH MY CHARACTERS !!!!!!

let’s see. i hav a lot. u can read abt (most of) em on my art fight btw (@/ellyssian)

FRITTI!!! (yes i stole its name from fritti tailchaser) (it/its) i torture fritti so bad. its so unwell. ace honey if you read this there is a secret i don’t think i’ve told you abt. uh. be warned i guess. ANYWAY! bbygirl is my favourite chew toy. it’s my first dnd character, n it’s a changeling who fuckin. forgot its a changeling. general backstory: it got separated from its fae family somehow n was homeless in some city. it would use its changing abilities to help it survive and when this was discovered by some of the shadier ppl in the area they would basically commission it to steal shit. it used some random tabaxi nobles face to steal most of the time and when it was finally caught (bbygirl put up a Fight) it was sent to a criminals-as-fighters gladiator ring and that’s pretty traumatic so it’s kinda blocked anything from the age of 14 n down (its uh. it’s like 32 or smn now. its only been out for 4 years). it’s ring burned down at one point n it escaped (presumed dead) now it lives in a remote-ish village hunting n baking (art below is it baking) and trying very hard to avoid any of its triggers. it’s so fucked. i love it. i don’t know too much abt the disorders i think it has but in general my idea is it has some hallucinations (psychosis of some flavor?), v frequent nightmares, panic attacks, and definitely ptsd (or would it be cptsd for fucking. whatever 14 years in a gladiator ring does to you?)

TOMMY !!! (he/him) ngl main thing i like abt tommy is his design :3 i just really wanted a kidcore character yknow? and then i gave him Issues And Problems. of course. so he’s a silly little guy with Hella Abandonment Issues. he wears bright colors partly bc he yknow. does actually like em. but also bc in his mind if you’re dressed in bright colors and patterns and accessories, they’ll always be able to see you, and can’t leave you behind. well. not by accident at least. and doesn’t that hurt the most? when you’ve done all you can to stay by their side, to make sure they can never lose you unless they try, and yet you are once again left behind, feeling like that little kid at the grocery store when your parents forgot you, forever. one of these days they’ll keep you around. you hope. (also, tho this isn’t really canon per se, i played a oneshot using him and the premise was we’d all died and were sent to some fucked up afterworld, and we had to figure out How we’d died and i went fuck it he killed himself. anyway !!!!)

REMI !!!! (aka remnants of history !!!!) (he/she) my other dnd character i made and then just. didn’t. do anything with. remi is v strong and not very smart, and really really REALLY wants to be an archaeologist. she wants it so bad. main reason is he wants to be known for Something. making a historical breakthrough? that sounds like a good way to do that! protecting people (shes technically a paladin. no idea what god she’d serve tho)? also a good way! she just wants to be known for something. he was never exactly singled out (for good or bad) at home, and now that he’s out in The Real World he wants to make up for that lack of attention. he just needs Someone.

NERI CALLISIAN!!! (they/he/it) neri is my silly little mc smp character who is a siren (based on ghost/ribbon eels appearance-wise, based loosely on eels as a whole in terms of abilities/disabilities). he likes birds and animals and such a Lot and has made a little aviary where he keeps all his birds :) he also enjoys exploring a lot. in siren terms it’s the equivalent of a lil guy who is fresh out of college or smn. left their school (lived in semi brackish waters all its life) and went up the river to explore. they’re a bit lonely but befriended a local witch and their pixie friend and they drag the two on lil adventures :3 neri is yellow/blue colorblind and really should have glasses but their entire school has fucked up blurry vision so they think everyone’s like that (theyre not). also neri, due to being a siren, has an affinity for singing and also generally just likes it so when out n about he’ll just be humming and such and animals will go O^O ? OwO !! and follow him. the pics are neri vibing w a duck and then also i put it thru a filter that supposedly simulates yellow-blue colorblindness :3

BLANK !!!!! (they/them) oughhhhhb blakn,,,,,,, one of my first like. storied ocs (got one hell of a revamp in like 2022) and i love them so much. so blank is a lil guy who i originally made for camp cgp, an event that the crankgameplays discord server held every (northern hemisphere) summer. it was v cool and i had a blast ngl, 10/10 for that first year. got scared the subsequent ones tho n left. blank was a part of. well. camp blank, one of the sub camps in Camp CGP, which we basically turned into the cryptic, lost, haunted camp full of fucked up cryptids n creatures. blank, like everyone else, used to be human. that was before they got a little too close to the signs that said to stay away. once you start to hear the static, it’s too late. he’s got you. and you are sure as hell not getting back out. you become morphed. corrupted. you can’t go in the sun; it hurts too much, the ashen tears trailing down your cheeks begin to burn anew. the night is when you feel alive again. for the most part, blank is a merciful ruler. bonfires, chants, feasts… the fun activities you’d expect at a summer camp are fairly common. there’s a lake nearby. sometimes you all go night swimming. the gongoozler sometimes comes up to play with you all. it can be lovely. but then, someone will get too jumpy, too homesick, too bored, too something, and they’ll try to run, and you will never see them again. that is, provided you ignore the fresh new roast at the next weeks feast. the static hurts your ears sometimes. you feel a little lost every so often when you realise you can’t see. you used to be able to. you have to force yourself to stay. you know the consequences of fleeing. it’s better to stay. it’s better to stay. it’s better to stay. stay in the static, in the moonlight, in the cheerful (sometimes too cheerful) voices rising high in the night. in the morning you will go to sleep and you will dream of going home and you will wake up and know you cannot. never. you are trapped, forever stuck in this hellish limbo.

ignore the fuckin. ramble on blanks. i got hella into it. anyway !!!

yeah :3 these are some of my little guys :3

thank u v much for the ask i had a blast rambling abt my characters and my comfort characters also and just . gah. thankies!

#if you ever wanna talk about more of your ocs i am HERE FOR IT cause STARS ABOVE do you create compelling characters #also also if you make an art blog or post more abt your ocs!! i would love to be tagged or somethin!!!

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anime-kia · 2 years ago

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Lust and Temptation

I know I said that I was on my writing hiatus, but a wave of inspiration hit me. I was in my room jamming to some Kirk Franklin when the idea came to me. Yes you can turn up to gospel, don't @ me.

This is going to be a religious fanfic (with a bit of blasphemy), if you're not Christian and/or don't believe in God you can still read this story, BUT! Do not leave any comments that would be disrespectful to my beliefs. If you do leave anything disrespectful: Delete and mute :) You are not obligated to read this story, it's your choice.

And also I'm gonna dive a little more further, beyond what is openly taught. The worldly doctrine as it is called because I'm sure Erik would be that type of guy.

~ Post Black Panther ~

Warnings: Smut (takes a while for it to happen btw), Angst (a bit), A tad of deep stuff (religion wise)

Relationship: Erik x Christian Reader

Sunday morning, you dreaded it as a child, but now it was a lot more tolerable. It was the same thing every week; wake up at ten, use the bathroom, shower, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, get dressed into your Sunday best and head out to church to catch the twelve o'clock service.

As a child your routine was fairly the same, except you had to wake up much earlier and attend all three services. Why? Because you're the pastors daughter. The only thing you genuinely enjoyed about church was the singing. You always had the ability to sing, but you were too young to join the choir. You loved the Lord with all your heart too, but you hated sitting down for hours listening to your father preach. He had a nice voice, but you could only listen to the same thing for so long.

The memories of your mother scolding you for fidgeting too much or asking to leave early made a smile grace your face as you drove down the relatively and empty highway.

It was warm out, and knowing that, the A/C would be blasting so you decided to wear a long sleeve cream coloured blouse that was tucked inside of a long black body con maxi skirt (appropriate enough for church) and black stilettos. You paired the outfit with gold accessories and light makeup.

One of the perks of being the pastors daughter included getting close parking, and you always took your spot on the right side of your father's white Lexus RX. Locking your car door, you made your way to the front doors being held by two young boys that you teach after the singing is completed.

"Good afternoon, Miss (Y/N)." They both said in unison.

"Good afternoon boys, how was your vacation?" They were away for two weeks, you remember how happy they were when they told you they'd be traveling out of the country for the first time.

"So fun!" The shorter one missing his two front teeth, Anthony, enthused.

"Yeah, we got to swim in the ocean!" Jacob matched his brother's excitement.

"Oh really? That's so cool!"

You allowed them to chat your ears off about their vacation to the Bahamas while they continued to hold the doors. Anthony was about to tell you about the shark he saw until your mother spotted you.

"Hey, baby. How are you?" The familiar scent of Estée Lauder whiffed through your nose as she pulled you into a hug.

"Hi Mom, I'm good." You waved to the boys as you walked with her towards the nave, "How's dad?" You greeted the church brothers and sisters who were setting up the equipment and rehearsing before the service started.

"The same, of course." She rolled her eyes and you chuckled.

"There's my star! Come here." Your father came down the stage and gave you a bear hug.

"Hey, Dad." Your voice was muffled into his shoulder. You took the handkerchief out of his breast pocket and wiped his shiny forehead. "You're sweating." You said and placed it back into the pocket.

"It's a great service. Speaking of which, why did you stop coming to all three? We could really use your voice for all of em. Sister Eva is great, but you know how to get the crowd going."

You thanked him, and avoided answering the question truthfully.

"(Y/n), let's get you set up." One of the technicians pulled you to the stage and gave you your usual equipment for singing.

There were about ten minutes before the service was going to start so you quickly rehersed with the band and before you knew it people started filling into the space. Familiar members of the church gathered in, sliding into the seats and making room for others. You spotted a few of your church friends and gave them a little wave.

They would often tease you for being a good girl. The pastor's daughter usually got a bad rep. Them being the ones to do it all; sex, drugs, smoking, tattoos, etc. But you never found the need to do any of that. The only "rebellious" thing you've done was get your nose pierced. Your dad hated it (and he still does), but your mother was a lot more lenient.

"Good afternoon everyone." You greeted the congregation with a smile, and they replied with a drowsy response. "I said good afternoon, everyone!" You had more enthusiasm in your voice this time, and they also did. "Much better. Now has God been good to you?"

"Yes!"

"And has he provided for you? Loved you unconditionally?"

"Yes!"

"He is great, ain't He?"

"Amen!" Cheers and applauds sounded the room.

"Yes, amen. Now I wanted to start off with an upbeat song. Let's get everyone up on your feet and clap your hands like this."

The congregation stood to their feet and followed your pace of claps. The band started playing their version of Kirk Franklin's, Looking For You. You allowed them to play the intro and then you and the choir joined in.

I've been down so long

I've been hurt for so long

There were times I thought I'd never see the break of day

It was hard for me to see your plan for me

And I tried to believe surely it won't last always

You enjoyed seeing everyone getting in tune with their souls through the music, parents were dancing with babies and children on their hips, little kids were jumping up and down. This was the best song to get everyone moving and ready to celebrate their love for the Lord. It almost caught you off guard when you noticed someone was still seated, it was hard to see him clearly because he was in the far back, but you knew that this was his first time coming to this church. He had a very distinct look, dreads, and a large frame. You thought maybe he was just one of those people who stopped by to hear a few words then leave, but he was dressed in his Sunday best, just like everyone else. He also looked like he had full intentions to stay.

You continued to sing your heart out, hyping the crowd up with reminders of why God is so good, and them replying amen. You danced and let the music flow through your body. Yup, this was the best thing about church.

Your voice was warm and welcoming, your energy was refreshing, your beauty was tranquilizing to him and he wanted to get to know you. He had the right intentions coming into the building, but seeing you lit a spark in him that he tried to suppress.

The song came to an end, and he hadn't realized. The thunders of applauds and praises pulled him out of his trance, and he soon joined in.

"Amen. You know what my favourite part about church is? The singing, not only because God blessed me with this voice, but because it touches my soul. Psalms 95:1 says 'Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation'."

"Amen!"

"Glory be to God, and we lift our hands to you. We sing our praises to you! Every praise, is to you oh Lord." That was the cue for the band to get into the next song, Every Praise. You once again set the tempo for the sways and the congregation followed.

Every praise is to our God

Every word of worship with one accord

Every praise every praise is to our God

Sing hallelujah to our God

Glory hallelujah is due our God

Every praise every praise is to our God

He decided to sit still, but tapped his feet to the beat of the song, his hands folded in his lap. He was so enamoured by you, that he hadn't noticed when a little girl rested her hands onto his knee. He looked down at the brown skinned baby, no older than two he assumed. She had two little puffs secured with bow clips, and a pink and white dress with matching shoes. She pushed herself off of his knee and smiled at him, her little hand waving to him. He smiled at her until she was pulled away.

"Sorry about that." A younger looking lady said, "My baby likes to meet everyone." She was a beautiful lady with dark skin, coily tresses fixed into a puff and pearly white teeth.

"No problem." He simply replied with the same smile he gave the little girl.

When she returned to her spot, which was only a seat away from him, he noticed that she wasn't with a man. He predicted that she was a young single mother, and he could tell she was somewhat stressed out. His training gave him the ability to read people with ease, and his past self had a knack for "fixing" stressed out women. He was so close to getting out of his seat and reverting back to his old ways, but that was why he was here in the first place so he decided to stay seated and listen to your voice.

"I have another verse for y'all. Ephesians 5:19, 'Speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord'." You recited. "I have one more song before I let my father take over. This one always gets me emotional." The band once again started up with a softer melody. "Everyone just lift your hearts and voices as you sing with me."

The graceful rhythm of Healer flowed through the room and everyone calmed down, getting in tune with themselves and their saviour, you included.

You hold my every moment

You calm my raging seas

You walk with me through fireand heal all my disease

You closed your eyes while singing, swaying to the beat. The choir handled majority of the song while you let it resonate in your heart. You could feel tears welling into your eyes.

Nothing is impossible for You

Nothing is impossible

Nothing is impossible for You

You hold my world in Your hands

He could feel the depth in your voice, the emotion wrapped around him, he was almost driven to tears. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so dedicated, so pure and loving. Your voice was more than enough proof for him. He was a sinner and he knew he would corrupt you, but you were like a lure, pulling him in.

"Amen!" Your voice called out, as the song came to a close. He was surprised that your voice sounded so normal, not a crack present. Had you not said anything, anyone would've been convinced that you were crying, but your voice had masked that very well. "Thank you everyone, thank you." Applauds filled the room, he was surprised to find himself clapping as well. You walked off the stage, your father giving you another hug just before you got to your seat.

"Amen indeed," He began. "My daughter everyone!" He clapped and the congregation joined in again. You smiled as your mother kissed your temple, stating how beautiful you sounded. It always felt good, not the applauds and recognition from everyone, but being able to use your talent to praise God and to be able to allow people to do the same whether they could sing or not.

Today's lesson was about forgiveness and acceptance.

"Now I want y'all to think. And think real good." Your father eyed the crowd, "Are y'all holding a grudge against someone?"

Some folks shook their heads, others remained silent. He was one of them who remained silent.

"Why? Maybe they've wronged you, hurt you, lied on you, stole from you. But you know what, you know who doesn't hold a grudge... The Father. In fact, He loves you all so much that He sent His only son to die on the cross for all of our sins. Imagine that."

He listened carefully to the pastors words, taking in everything like a sponge. You on the other hand had this speech given to you a thousand times, you could probably teach this lesson if you wanted to. Holding grudges was not natural to you, so you never did. You always forgave and forgot, no matter the circumstance.

Usually you were sent off to teach the younger kids their own lesson, but another one of the members allowed you to take this Sunday off and took your place instead.

The lesson continued for an hour and church had finally started coming to it's end.

"I would like to close this off with a prayer before you all leave. Anyone who needs a special prayer is more than welcome to stay behind. Please join your hands together as we say this prayer."

He was hesitant to hold hands with any stranger, but an old lady (with a surprisingly strong grip) to his left and the single mother to his right held his hands and already had their heads bowed. He followed suit and listened to the prayer that the pastor had recited.

"I pray you all have a blessed week, and we'll see you again next Sunday."

You were required to stay behind, not that you minded, but you were apart of the church crew. Leaving so soon would seem inappropriate.

A few people made their way down to the front to receive an extra prayer, he was going to leave, but he saw you standing off to the side waiting for anyone to come by.

Of course he wasn't nervous to greet you, women were so easy when it came to him.

"Bye, Sister Mary. See you next Sunday." You waved to the older lady as she made her way out, smiling at him as he made his way over to you.

He stood in front of you, towering over you.

"Hello." You greeted him. This was the same man you saw seated when you first opened the service.

"Hey." He replied with a smirk.

"What's your name, stranger?"

"Erik."

"I'm (y/n), nice to meet you. I don't think I've ever seen you in this church before."

"Nah, I'm new. It's actually my first day here."

"Oh lovely, so I guess you're going to be joining us from now on?"

He was very hesitant to reply and you had already figured out he was one of the lost as our father would describe them. People trying to find God again after hardship. He did look quite rough on the edges, handsome though.

"That's alright, but I do hope you consider. Now what type of blessings are you in need of today?"

"I'm looking for peace." His voice was very gentle as he explained.

You held your hands out to Erik, "Aren't we all." You smiled at him as he placed his calloused hands into yours. This alone told you he's been through more than you could ever imagine. You began to pray for him, asking God to bring peace and security to his heart.

Like your singing, there was so much passion and sincerity in every word you spoke. He found it strange that someone he'd never met before could actually lend out their time to wish him all the best through the form of prayer. It was odd, the feeling in his heart was warm. Not something he was use to.

"Erik?" He was staring so deeply at you, it was like he was in a trance. "Erik?" You called again.

He hadn't realized when you stopped praying, "Oh shi- I mean shoot. Sorry." He let go of your hands as he apologized.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, "It's all good."

He was at a loss for words, all he could say was, "Thanks for this."

"Of course, I'm here every Sunday. I hope to see you again."

"Yeah."

Next Sunday rolled around and you were a lot more excited this time. You really hoped that Erik would be there. On the highway you exceeded the speed limit just a little bit to get to church faster. You parked your car and got into the church, this time no one was holding the door as you were a lot earlier.

Everything followed suit as usual, you sing, your father preaches and closing prayer. You had spotted Erik while singing, this time he was standing up and clapping. It was a good start, he'd get to singing eventually.

This week he had asked you to pray for healing and restoration in his heart. Before leaving, you gave him a hug and you were quite surprised when your palm touched his back. You felt ridges, lot's of them. You wanted to ask him about them, but it would probably be rude. Maybe he had a skin condition.

The following Sunday was also the same, but this time he had asked you to pray for guidance. You knew he was lost, and you were more than happy to help. You didn't know, however, about the burden he was carrying, nor did you try to pry into that. After the prayer he thanked you.

Suddenly your mother and father came over to greet you both.

"Hey Mom, Dad. This is Erik."

"Lovely to meet you, Erik." Your mother shook his hand.

"Welcome to the church. You must be new." Your father also shook his hand.

"Yeah, it's his third time here." He nodded as you spoke for him.

"Glad to have a new member." He patted Erik on the shoulder. "(Y/n), are you coming over for dinner tonight?"

"Yes, I just gotta grab something at my place and I'll see you there."

"Alright, we're heading out now. Drive safe. Once again, nice to meet you Erik." Your parents waved to you both as they left the church.

You sighed, "I hate closing up this place, it's so eerie in the dark."

"For real?"

"Yup."

"The Lord's house?"

"Yes, Erik."

"How God suppose to give you bad vibes?"

"He doesn't, it's just my mind running rampant... Plus, this church is really old."

"Aight, I can stay and protect you just in case." He joked.

You rolled your eyes and agreed anyway. "I gotta do the basement first."

So he followed you down to where the bathrooms and meeting rooms were located.

"I guess I could give you a little t-" You turned around, but he wasn't there. "Erik?!" You called out. "Erik, come on this ain't funny." The light shut off and you were alone in the dark. You screamed when you felt a hand land on your shoulder. You slapped the hand away and the lights came back on revealing a laughing Erik. "So. Not. Funny."

"I'm sorry." He continued to laugh.

Two months had passed and this Sunday followed the same, but when closing prayer rolled around Erik had prayed for a date.

"What do you mean a date?" You giggled at his request. "I'm gonna need you to be more specific."

"Exactly that, a date. With you."

You were taken aback by his statement, but then smiled. "What will this date consist of?"

"Anything you want."

One thing you learned about Erik with knowing so little about him was his bold and cocky demeanour.

"Alright... Hmm..." You thought of how you would play along with his request. "Oh Lord, I pray that Erik takes me somewhere nice, with good food and good music. I also pray that this may not turn out to be a bad experience, in your holy name, amen."

He loved to see your laugh, "So that's a yes?"

"Yes."

Your parents had left early again and you were subject to Erik's pranks and duty of closing up. After locking the church, he walked you to your car as you entered your number into his phone.

"So I'll pick you up on Friday at six?"

"Yeah, see you then Erik." He locked your door for you and strode off to his car as you drove away.

Erik was really hoping that he wouldn't screw anything up. You could be his redemption and he truly felt it. Sure he'd only known you for such a short time, but something about your presence felt so promising to him.

It was five p.m. and you just got out of the shower when you had called Erik.

"Ya know, you still haven't told me where you're taking me."

"Don't worry about it, ma."

"But I don't know what to wear."

"Just dress good."

You frowned at the general answer, "That could mean anything. I have good pyjamas, good gym clothes, good church clothes."

You could hear him sigh on the other line, "We're going on a date. Wear something sexy then."

You blushed at his comment, "Wha- Fine."

"Just don't take forever, aight."

"Okay, Erik see you soon."

"Later, princess."

Before you could ask him about his pet name for you, the line went dead.

Your black Persian cat, Minnie, hopped onto your bed and meowed at you. Her name was quite ironic because her fur gave her a large appearance.

"What's up, Minnie? You hungry?"

She rolled onto her back and meowed again.

"Alright, lemme just finish getting ready then I got you, okay." You rubbed her stomach, (luckily she doesn't mind that) and went into your closet looking for the perfect outfit.

Something sexy...

You never thought about dressing "sexy". You didn't have bad style, but you never wore anything to attract attention. Your outfits were mainly business casual or business dressy when you were out. At home, you settled for something comfy.

But remembered your sister taking you shopping when she set you up for all those blind dates. None of the men you met were intriguing in the slightest. They all had their quirks and nicks that were huge turn offs. You weren't stuck up, but you could not see yourself spending the next fifty years with them. Erik though, had something enticing about him. He made you curious.

You decided to go for blind date outfit number two. A high-low dress with a white polyester satin top and royal blue mesh bottoms, silver accessories, light makeup and white stilettos. You slipped into the dress, zipping it up and adjusted the bottom.

You thought about what food you were going to order as you filled up Minnie's food bowl with wet food, salmon to be exact, her favourite. If he was one of those cheap men, he'd take you to McDonalds. You were told to be grateful in any case, so you would order a combo. But maybe you were lucky enough to be going on a date with someone who has a decent bank account. Maybe he'd take you to a restaurant where you could order pasta or a fancy fish. Maybe a hibachi grill! Those were always a ton of fun to go to.

Though Erik and you have known each other for two months strictly because of church, you didn't know anything about him. Once again, he never failed to remind you of how mysterious he was. He could be a killer for all you know.

You stroked Minnie's back as she quickly ate her dinner.

"Maybe I could order the same thing Mom and Dad made me the last time I was over there." They had made grilled steak and potatoes, it was delicious. Your mother was actually a queen on the grill, and your father tagged in with the perfect seasonings. You always ate good with them. While you daydreamed about consuming their cooking, your father's words replayed through your head.

"I dunno, I feel like I've seen him before. Like he just seems so familiar."

"How so?"

"I'm not sure, the name... Also, when I touched his shoulder I felt these bumps, it reminded me of something, but I'm not so sure."

"Maybe it's a coincidence."

"Maybe..."

The raps against your door brought you out of your thoughts and you went over to go open it. There Erik stood in a black semi casual suit and black Louis Vuitton loafers.

"Hey, Princess."

"Hey, Erik." You gave him a hug getting a whiff of a cologne that was very subtle, but you already knew it was very expensive. You recall smelling it in a high end store at the mall.

"You smell good." He said. What he was smelling was your body mist from Victoria's Secret, you got it on sale for five dollars.

"Thanks, I should be saying the same to you."

"You look sexy too."

"Ah thanks." You stopped yourself knowing where he was going.

"What, you ain't gonna say the same to me?"

"I mean, I guess you look alright." You teased.

He kissed his teeth and shook his head and you laughed.

"Bye, Minnie. I'll be back later." You locked the door and latched arms with Erik as he guided you down the steps to his car. "Oh my gosh, this is your ride?" You exclaimed, charmed by the shiny black Corvette.

"One of." He plainly stated, opening the passengers side for you.

"One of?!"

"Hop in." He ignored your question for clarification. You got in and he locked the door, making his way around to the driver's side. He wasted no time taking off into the night. The sky was shaded with a warm orange colour as the sun began to sink below the Oakland skyline. His music was a lot lower than you had originally expected.

You could faintly hear the tune and lyrics, it was a Biggie Smalls song that you've heard throughout high school. You hummed to the beat of the song until it completely stopped.

"Hey, it was low enough." You frowned at Erik.

"Why don't you sing for me instead?" His focus was still on the road.

"Well, I usually like to have a beat playing."

"You don't do A Capella?"

"Only when I'm at home."

"So you ain't tryna sing a lil something for me?" He turned to look at now that he was at a stop light.

"Only if I can get a beat."

"I don't beat box."

You rolled your eyes, "I wasn't asking you to do it. Do you have an aux cord?"

He laughed, "Aux cord?"

"What's so funny about that?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Just connect it to my bluetooth."

"Oh alright, Mr. Fancy." You held your hands up in a surrender.

After setting it up, which was surprisingly really fast compared to your car, you chose to play another one of your favourite Kirk Franklin songs, I Smile.

Today's a new day, but there is no sunshine

Nothing but clouds, and it's dark in my heart

And it feels like a cold night

Today's a new day, but where are my blue skies

Where is the love and the joy that you promised me?

Not even a minute through the song and this man had turned the radio off.

"Erik!"

"You singing that gospel shit, it ain't even Sunday."

"I'm not a Sunday Christian, I practice it every day of my life."

He laughed, and began driving as the light changed to green. "You're the first."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, I always thought this religious thing was bullshit."

"Excuse m-"

"Hold on, let me explain." He held his hand up, "You even admitted it just now. Y'all go to church every Sunday, belting your hearts out and praising God. But as soon as it's over, people go back to their sinful ways. Whether it be cheating, lying, stealing, ya get what I'm saying?"

It's true, it has definitely crossed your mind on multiple occasions, and that's why you said what you said. "I do."

"What's the point if you're just gonna go back to being a sinful person?"

"I guess it just gives them some type of security." You didn't exactly know how to answer his question, and you've asked your father the same thing many times, but even he could not come up with the perfect explanation.

"Anyway, what else you got on your phone?"

"Mainly just gospel, it really gets me through the day."

"You was just humming to Biggie. I'm sure you got something other than gospel, let me see." He held his palm out for you to place your phone in it.

"You're driving, focus on the road."

"The light's gonna change, let me see it." He slowed to a stop.

"Fine." You placed the phone into his hands and scanned for songs other than gospel. His sudden laughter made you stare at him, "What's so funny?"

"Clean, clean, clean. All these songs got the little clean icon." He handed you your phone, "Aight, I'm firing you from DJ duty."

"Wooowwww." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest.

"I got you." He lifted his phone and scrolled through his list, you alerted him when the light turned green and he set his phone back down in the cup holder. "You got this one on ya phone."

T-Pain's, Bartender filled the car and you were a little surprised. You really thought he was gonna chose a song that was loaded with cursing and sexual innuendos. But you didn't have songs like that on your phone. Honestly, you lived for the early 2000s throwback songs and you felt your voice complimented T-Pain's as you sang along.

Erik handled the verses as you sand the pre-hook and the hook. The bass in his car was amazing, you felt as if you were at a live concert seated in front of the speakers. You continued to listen to his early 2000s playlist until he decided to change it up to more recent songs.

"Please don't play those new artists."

"Artists? They ain't artists, they fuckin' trash. Disgraceful to even call themselves rappers." He scoffed.

"I'm glad you agree, but do you have to swear?"

"Fuck yeah." He set his phone back down and a song you were unfamiliar with filled the car, "Neighbor, Juicy J and Travis Scott." He told you. You knew Travis, his songs were pretty good.

You were bopping to the music, ignoring the little "Shut the fuck up" at the beginning. Erik was vibing to the song as well, bopping his head and doing little dances with his hands. You were enjoying the song until the chorus came. He was looking at you the whole time with a smirk.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Your mouth was ajar, watching him recite every single word. He bursted out laughing at your shocked expression.

"Damn shorty, it ain't that serious." He turned the volume down, "You telling me you've never cussed?"

"No, never."

Your expressions changed, his mouth was now ajar this time. "Never?"

"Never."

"Say, sofa."

You stared at him suspiciously. "Sofa."

"Now say, king."

"King."

"Say it together real fast."

"Sofa k- Really?" You glared at him.

"I tried. Anyway, we're here." He hopped out and came around to the other side to get you.

"This place is beautiful, oh my gosh. I thought you needed to make reservations some months ahead to get in." You gawked at the super high ceiling with crystal chandeliers, the marble walls and floors, and the large gold fountain placed right in the centre. "How'd you do it?"

He simply shrugged.

"You're taking this very lightly. I mean, this is a lot for a first date."

"You don't like it?"

"No, no. I love it, it's just, a lot to take in and you're acting like this is normal."

"It is." He shrugged again.

"What?" You stared at him incredulously.

A waiter arrived at the table, placing a basket of bread and fancy cheese platter on the table.

"Good evening, can I start you both off with some drinks?"

"Lemme get your best bottle of Rosé. The whole thing."

Erik hadn't even looked at the menu and you were searching through it quickly. The waiter had already gone off and you didn't have a chance state that you only wanted a glass of water.

"I don't drink." You told Erik.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't care to."

"You never had a little sip?"

"Nope, never. Just like swearing. Never done it, never will."

"Say sofa-"

"Be quiet." You cut him off and he chuckled.

"Ya know, Jesus turned water into wine. John 2:1-11. The bible ain't against drinking."

"So?"

"So, he wasn't afraid to have fun. We talking about God's son. That man had serious responsibility, but he still did that. You need to loosen up, girl. I ain't asking you to get drunk."

You sighed, and the waiter had returned with a bottle of the Rosé. He poured you a glass and asked if you both needed some time to order, but Erik had already placed his order and yours.

"Wha- I don't even know what you just ordered."

"You'll like it, I promise."

Goes to show how often he comes here, maybe with other women too.

"So this is the part where you tell me about yourself." You began.

"Well shit, what do you wanna know?"

"Well first of all, what in the world do you do?"

"I work for a Wakandan outreach centre in Oakland. Helping our people do better with the fucked up system."

"Oh that's pretty cool, it pays well?"

"Well if you're trying to ask how I can afford everything I got, I also work beside the King of Wakanda. His advisor to be exact. So I get my money like that."

You stared at him puzzled, "Huh?"

He smirked, "I guess you can say I'm royalty. That dude I called King, he's my cousin."

You almost choked on the bread that you just took a bite out of, "WHAT?"

The white people turned around to look at the source of the sound, their noses scrunched up at your vulgar outburst as Erik laughed.

"You know Erik, lying lips are an abomination to the Lord. Proverbs 12:22."

"Who said I was lying?"

The waiter had come back with two steaming plates that were covered by a cloche. As he raised the silver metal covering, steam smoked out from the sides revealing two plates of alligot and garlic roasted chicken sliced into perfect pieces with truffles and caviar. You've heard of alligot once on a YouTube video, but you hadn't planned on trying it.

You both thanked him as he left you two to finish off your meal.

"So, what do you do?" He used the knife to cut the chicken breast into a smaller piece before putting it into his mouth.

"Well, I'm a full time social worker at a high school and part time singer and youth teacher on Sunday's. But you already knew that." You said while scooping the cheesy potato onto your fork.

"Maybe you could come talk to some of the kids at the centre. Teach em a bit."

"I could, but I'd have to find somewhere in my schedule to fit it."

"We're always open and willing to get more people on our team. Just let me know."

"For sure."

You both ate in relative silence, only because you were still staring at the rose coloured drink resting to the right side of your plate. Erik had already finished half of his glass. You told him, maybe you'd opt out because surely he can't drink and drive home, but he assured you his alcohol tolerance was very high. It was a little insipid how high it was a matter of fact.

"It won't kill you, just think of it as pink lemonade."

You narrowed your eyes as you brought the glass to your lips, allowing the liquid to enter your mouth.

"Swallow it."

And you did. It actually wasn't as bad as you expected it to be.

"See, how was that?"

"Not bad." You actually really enjoyed the taste.

The rest of your night consisted of questions and answers, jokes, serious debates on religion, politics and what the hell was going on within the black community, internally and externally. You had downed three glasses of the Rosé without noticing.

"So, would you date a white girl?" You asked him.

He didn't even spare a second to think, "Nah."

"Why not? Don't black men love them?"

"I mean, they aight. But I need someone who I can really connect with. Mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physically. No white girl can truly understand the struggle, I need me a lady to not only sympathize when I'm crying for one of my brothers murdered unjustly, but to feel exactly what I'm feeling."

"I say that too. Relating is super important in a relationship. There's no way I can be silent just because you don't want to hear about the things we deal with. I use to be friends with this white girl, back in 2016 when police brutality was at a high. She did not have a single care when I was speaking about it, she would find excuses for the police... She really tried to justify their actions. I was appalled."

Erik shook his head, "Damn. But that's to be expected. If it ain't affecting them, why should they give a fuck?" He rhetorically asked.

"I would then ask God, why. Why us? Why black people? Why do we carry the burden and the struggle."

Erik leaned in, intrigued by your question. "Did you find the answer?"

"It's all in the bible. A lot of people miss it, a lot. My father included and it's so sad."

Erik had already asked God the same question. He knew the answer.

"It's all right there, the verses, the scriptures. Everything. You should check out Romans 10:19."

Erik had already started siting the verse, "I will make you envious by those who are not a nation; I will make you angry by a nation that has no understanding." He shook his head, "When you know your true identity, you become unstoppable."

You stared at him in shock, "You know?"

"We're a lot alike, (y/n). Trust me, I've asked that question countless times." His grip on the neck of the glass was tight, "Not necessarily as a whole, but 'why me?' Why do I have to be the stereotype, why do I have to be the black parentless, foster-care kid, why couldn't I grow up like a normal child. Two parents, maybe some siblings. Hell, a dog too."

"What do you mean?"

"I lost both my parents at a young age, barely knew my mom. My dad was murdered by his own people..." You tried to look into his eyes, but they seemed so distant as he continued to explain the story.

"I'm so sorry, Erik."

"Nah, it's all good now. My life was shit, but like you sang back at church, that Kirk Franklin song."

"Looking for you?"

"Yeah, the beginning part."

"I'm glad my singing got to you." You smiled at him. You're not sure when it happened, but your hand had found his and your thumb rubbed over his knuckles. He lifted your hand up and pressed it against his lips.

"How you get drunk off of Rosé?" He shook his head with a judgemental look on his face.

"I'm not." You weren't totally drunk, just a bit.

The drive to his place was rather quick, you were already making it into his gated home. It was a little hard to make out what the place looked like in the dark, it was almost as if he made it incognito. Not a single light was on. As he unlocked the high tech door, a wave of cold air slapped your bare arms making you shiver.

"Why does it feel like Antartica in here?"

"It's just how I like it." He closed the door and put the lock back on.

"No way." You held your arms as you shivered, but he placed his very hot blazer over your shoulders. Okay, so now you understood why he kept his place so cold. The man generated heat like an oven. You were instantly warmed up.

"Lights on, main floor." He spoke to no one in particular, or so you thought until a robotic female voice recited his command and lights began turning on.

"Whoa, is this one of those smart homes?"

"Kinda. It just got vibranium and Wakandan technology."

"Seriously?"

"I did tell you the King is my cousin." He began walking into another room.

"Hold up!" You caught up to him.

You were now in his kitchen that connected to his living room. His style was very modern and sleek. It was so clean that not a single spot of dust was visible to the naked eye. He had many African artworks and artifacts around the room and a gigantic map of the world with little red pushpins located in different spots.

"Hey Erik?"

"Hmm?" He was taking a shot of something with a golden brown colour.

"What's up with this map?"

He swallowed the liquid and made his way over to you. "It's for every place I been."

"Cuz you were in the military right?"

"Yup."

Then the thought came to your head, "Hey, Erik?"

"Wassup?"

"Have you ever um..." Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to, "Actually, never mind."

"Aight."

You sat down on his large sectional sofa and released your curls from your hair tie. It felt just as good as taking off your bra, but of course you couldn't do that at the moment. Then another thought came to you, but Erik had already seated himself beside you with a bottle of Hennessy in his hands, placing it down on the glass table.

"More alcohol?" You've heard about Hennessy before, but you knew nothing about it.

"Yeah." He simply stated and turned on the TV.

"Can I get some?"

He looked at you funny, "Of what? That?" He pointed to the bottle.

"Yes."

"So you a drinker now?"

"It won't kill me." You restated what he said.

"Aight, look for a movie." He got up from the couch and went back into his kitchen to get you a glass.

You scrolled through the vast selection, you weren't sure what to watch. Anything but horror, you didn't want to invite anymore demons into the world. He came back before you could find anything.

"Just pick one." He said while filling your glass.

"There's too many to choose from. Why don't you do it?"

"Cuz, you're the guest and you won't like what I pick."

"How do you know what I like and don't like?"

"I got a pretty good understanding, ma. Now choose one."

You sighed and settled for one that looked decent, appropriate too. You took a sip of the drink, your face scowling at the taste. "Oh my- You like this?"

"Mhm." He responded while taking a few more shots. You sucked it up and drank the rest, you didn't want to waste his booze anyway.

By the thirty minute mark of the movie, your head found its way onto Erik's lap. The drink had sucker punched you, but you tried play it off. Erik was still unfazed, barely watching the movie. His attention was mainly on his phone.

A new sensation sparked your lower half, something you've briefly felt before, but suppressed it knowing exactly what it was. This time though, it came in all at once with a full force. It was an itch that needed to go away.

You've heard about alcohol being an aphrodisiac before... Uh oh.

You compressed your thighs together relieving it for a few seconds, but it felt as though it intensified and Erik noticed you shifting.

"You good?" He asked. His voice was so soft and enticing, calling you forward. You raised your head out of his lap and straddled him. "Whoa..."

"Erik..." Your voice came out very relaxed.

"Aye, you go-"

Your lips found their way onto his, stunning both of you in the process. You were kissing him so deeply without the intent of letting go. It was a sloppy kiss, truthfully, as you've never kissed another man before.

You had him on his back as you began undressing yourself down to only your matching pair of bra and panties.

"Baby girl, whatchu doing?"

"I'm tired of being the good girl, Erik. It's so boring." You whined to him.

Erik felt his dick twitch at the lust in your voice and eyes, he could feel his old self coming back quickly. He should've known better than to be drinking, but it was a rough week.

You leaned in and met him with another kiss, this time he was the dominant one. You helped him out of his button up, your hands now coming in contact with the bumps that you felt back at church. Had you not been so wasted, you would've reacted, but that was the last thing on your mind.

He was out of his pants before you knew it, and you were on your back. He kissed down your neck, making sure to leave love bites on you. He trailed all the way to your stomach, right down to the band of your blue lace panties. His fingers slid under the band yanking them further down till they were off completely.

"Damn, ma." He ran his finger up and down your wet folds before inserting it.

"Uhh." You moaned at the intrusion.

His tongue soon found it's way onto your clit as well. You moaned and thrashed as he continued to assault your womanhood. He made sure to hold you down as he ate you out. He was an expert, despite this being your first time, you could tell he was really skilled. He lifted your leg over his shoulder and stuck another finger into you. You hands found their way into his dreads and you gripped tightly, he hissed at your action.

"Ohhhh." You moaned aloud.

"You like this, mama?"

"Nngh, yes!"

The feeling in your core intensified until you could no longer hold it and you released without warning, a plethora of moans falling from your lips.

"Damn baby, you ain't warn me."

"Mmh, I'm sorry."

"Nah," He sat up. "Sorry ain't gonna cut it."

He pulled off his boxers and climbed over top of your shaking frame. He took the tip of the penis and rubbed it along the outside of you, coating it in your wetness. You shivered at his touch.

He had one hand by your ear and the other on his member, guiding it into you. The stretch was unbelievable, your hands gripped his arms tightly.

"Fuck, this pussy so tight."

"Oh, unnghh."

"That's it, just a little more." He continued to slide into you, and you tried your best to ignore any pain you were feeling, but that was almost impossible. His gold chain that you hadn't noticed before dangled over your head, it had a ring attached to it.

He thrusted into you, not checking if you were alright. All you could feel was pain and little spurts of pleasure here and there.

"Mmh, oh. I-it's too much!" You groaned.

"I know you can take it, come on girl."

He was definitely curing your itch, but that same feeling was welling into your core once again. You placed your hand on the lower half of his abdomen and begged for him not to go any deeper.

"Mhh-mmh. That's it, that's it." You continuously chanted as he continued thrusting.

He pulled out and had you go on all fours, you were a shaking mess. He dived right back into you pumping at a steady pace.

You cried out his name. "Erik, ohhhh fffff-" It was so overstimulating that you almost cursed.

"Was that a bad word?" He spanked your ass.

"Ah! Noooo." You sighed.

"Come on, say it. I dare you."

"Mmh-mmh." You shook your head slightly.

He picked up the pace and your moans turned into screams as he brushed your cervix. Your toes curled tightly.

"Ahhhh, s-slow d-down unnghhh!" You could swear you were seeing stars as he hammered you into the sofa.

"Ahhh shit." He sped up even faster. Your high was at it's peak now.

"Fuck!" You screamed out, not even realizing it, but a string of curse words followed. You couldn't stop yourself as you released onto his cock with a scream.

He pulled out and released onto your back as you collapse, blanked out without a care in the world.

The next morning, you felt something warm and wet on your shoulder.

"Minnie, stop. That tickles." You pushed the culprit away, but your hand retracted as soon as you felt human skin and kinky hair. You shot up and stared down at him. Regret instantly clouded your heart, and nausea filled your stomach.

It wasn't a sinful dream... You had lost your virginity so a man you had barely known. Something you promised to keep to yourself until marriage.

"Get away from me." You pushed him away as tears streamed down your face. You scooted back so far and almost fell off of his king sized bed in the process.

"(Y/n), it's just me."

"N-no, oh my gosh. Please tell me I was dreaming?" You held your head in your palms. You knew it was real, seeing that you were wearing one of his shirts, your curls were a hot mess, and you woke up in his bed. Not to mention the ache in between your legs.

"You good, ma?"

"No, Erik! I'm not 'good'! I'm terrible."

"Did I go too hard?" He asked without shame.

"That's not the issue, Erik! We had sex, right?"

"Yeah, it was great."

You sighed, collapsing your head into your lap. "I'm a sinner. I can't- I-"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Your tears rolled off your cheeks landing onto the bed sheets, "You took my virginity, Erik."

"Oh shit..."

"I was saving it. Sex before marriage... Why would I do that? Ugh!"

" We were both drunk. It's not that serious, (y/n)."

"Of course it is!" You snapped at him. "We barely even know each other... This is my first time seeing you outside of church."

He was silent as he watched your tears of regret fall.

"I gave in to one of the cardinal sins... God must be so disgusted with me." You sighed, "Hebrews 13:4, Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral."

"Hold up, you talking about lust, right?" He finally spoke up.

"Yeah." You answered with a sniffle.

"Ain't you the one who told me about forgiveness. Redemption. All that shit."

You looked at him a little puzzled.

"You really think you a bad person for fucking?" He took off his shirt, "You know what these bumps are? They each represent a kill."

Your eyes widened as your hand covered your mouth.

"Thou shalt not kill, one of the Ten Commandments. I disobeyed that one, each scar on my body reminding me. You know what's the sad thing about it, I don't regret any of them. I did what I had to do, that's the path I chose." He scoffed, "You worried about sex, I got blood on my hands, baby. Shit, I don't even know if I can be saved."

You had to register a lot, it was all so overwhelming. You had given in to temptation and had sex with a man you only knew so much about, not to mention he's a killer... But then it hit you.

"W-wait... Don't tell me that you're K-Killmoger..."

"Surprise." He said unenthusiastically, his eyes had glossed over at some point, but you missed it.

It felt as if the weight of the world came crashing down on your shoulders. You weren't sure if you should run away, leave or stay.

Surprisingly, you found yourself cradling his head in your lap. You both remained silent and let the moment register.

"John 1:9, If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." He said while your fingers ran against his scalp.

You decided not to sing this Sunday, as it would feel hypocritical to be teaching these people what it means to be a good Christian through songs. Throughout the service, you hadn't seen Erik. He was kind enough to drop you back at your place the night before, but he took off in a hurry.

"(Y/n), you're not praying for anyone today?" Your father asked as he waved a few sisters goodbye.

"Actually, I needed a prayer for myself. And also with Erik in mind."

"Sure, what about?"

"Forgiveness of sin and restoration."

The look he gave you was quizzical, "Alright."

As your father prayed, Erik watched from a distance. He could feel your father's words in his heart without actually hearing anything. He knew that he was no good for you. You were just a church girl doing the right thing, while he was still trying to figure it out.

He was your temptation and you were his.

Okay, so this has been my longest one-shot with 9000+. I hope you enjoyed!

(Start/Finish: November 7-8, 2018)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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willkimurashat · 2 years ago

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Exactly 0 people asked, but here I am anyway with a rating of Love Island The Game: Ex in the Villa lol!

As you’ve probably noticed, I played each volume as it came out, did not read the spoilers. I always loved litg for giving me escapism from reality I so much craved because it was a fun, problem-free game, where I was the center of attention in a good way, and pixels loved me unconditionally. That is until s5 rolled up. I was really excited about it, even though still not over s4 because they released it so close to each other, but nonetheless wanted to give it a fair go. I was very open to the story and the characters, but about half way through, I just could not defend them anymore. It wasn’t a good time anymore, it was a “how will fusebox piss me off today” time. Anyways, maybe this whole collective trauma of s5 is still very fresh in my mind, and I won’t think it’s so bad as time goes on, but here’s my thoughts on it now.

Disclaimer: All of these are obviously just my subjective, humble opinion - feel free to agree or disagree or add your own:) and if you’d like to use these categories for your own ratings - please, by all means!

Also, potential spoilers ahead:)

So. Let’s break it down into some categories…

Character design: 7/10

This is just my personal taste I guess, but they really went off with Suresh and Gabi. Meera and Johnny made me swoon too. The rest look aight, but I think slight tweaks like aligning Finn’s jaw or Kat’s eyes or making her hair less high up, stuff like that - it would really help. Also, never forget the atrocious outfits (I mean, rubber duckies? Really? The stupid hat? The abominable sandals?? Ugh…)

Character personality: 7/10

I’m probably being too generous, but I do feel like everyone had a distinct personality and a “role” in the villa. Now, where they annoying most of the time? Yes. Were they mean to MC? Also yes, but that’s a completely different point. Did we really get to know anyone or was it mostly just conversations about how Suresh would feel if MC went for someone else and vice versa? I’ll let you answer that one… Disclaimer: MC not included here, she’s an outlier and would skew the score too much.

Character diversity: 4/10

We got some range of characters, but where they done well? Starting with not specifying ethnicities of every single mixed race islander on their applications, perpetuating stereotypes about characters of color and abuse, making them toxic, continuing to make woc villains of the story… LGBT characters being all over the place and, again, villains/unlikeable… Yeah, do better fusebox.

MC design: 6.5/10

My first impression when I saw mc was… not the greatest. My second impression when I played the game - better, but not great. I think my main issue is some expressions, which are just not.. it… I appreciate that they made a curvier body type option, but the face just looks a bit off anyway? Like, don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely potential and so many people were able to make them look hot, but my mc? Idk, can’t help but think that something’s off with her every time I look at her:/ (I figured out who my mc reminds me of btw!)

MC personality: 1/10

It really is a 0, but again, I’m being generous. 16 volumes, 42 episodes and we know absolutely nothing about them. What do they like? Who’s their type? What’s their passion in life? What makes them, well, them? Who is mc? A hologram. A cardboard cut out that only has three preprogrammed comments: yes/no/i don’t know.

MC customization: 5/10

I think overall, the customization was alright and I was pretty much able to make mc look like me, but that being said, I’m a white girl, so I’m privileged enough to not have to run into problems like having ethnic hair gem blocked… And again, I like the curvy body type option, (though it’s still kinda limited), but we still can’t have a choice of feminine/masculine presenting bodies, which I don’t think is too much to ask for (they do it on Lovelink for example). And the outfits… granny fashion and shattered glass bikini? Please just.. let’s just move on.

Challenges: 5/10

The idea for challenges was quite good. Who doesn’t love an obstacle challenge, a snog, marry, pie, a heart racing challenge, or kiss the islander with ___ secret? I know I do! No, we didn’t get the baby challenge or the mean tweets, but it was still a good selection of challenges. However, they were written so… dryly? (Is that a word? It feels like it’s not, but it is now lol.) Anyway, just like the rest of the season, it’s three lines of dry textbook text that just didn’t excite me in the slightest. I read textbooks for grad school every day, I want creative writing in a romance game pretty please! I didn’t feel like I was actually there, doing the challenge. I didn’t care if I won the challenge either because there were no prizes for them anyway and no one-on-one time with our li’s, so… Good idea, poor execution:/

Drama: 3/10

E X C E S S I V E and U N C A L L E D F O R. Of course, it made sense that in a season about Exes in the Villa the main drama will be about Exes in the Villa. I get it, trust me. But you would hope that the drama will get resolved, which in my opinion, it wasn’t. Or it didn’t feel like a satisfying resolution to me personally. It kept going in circles, “hear me out!” “I’m done apologizing!” “Maybe we are different people” “I’m gonna win you back” “How do you think Suresh would feel if…?” “How do you feel now that Suresh is with…?” And the ending was that he wanted to propose to you too, but because of miscommunication it didn’t happen, making this whole drama actually pointless. And that’s only Suresh drama, which if you’re not on his route is tiring, repetitive, and… boring?

Moving on, I wrote a lot of rants about Alfie drama, so I won’t go into it, you all know how I feel. Arlo was feisty with mc for no reason, especially if you constantly reject Suresh’s advances. Drastically changing Meera’s character to an insufferable bitch was unnecessary. Same with Johnny/Nicolas - there was no indication that they are terrible people during casa amor, and the evil master plans came out of nowhere, and only served to further hurt mc. Eddie as a villain was enough for me tbh, we didn’t need the whole villa ganging up on mc. Plus, we shouldn’t be the only ones with drama, I would like to have some fun time at least, thank you very much. Overall, I’m not saying this should be Friend Island - I’ve seen the show, I know how it goes and I know some drama can be absolutely ridiculous, but I just think it wasn’t balanced out at all. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t proportional. (Maybe I’m alone in thinking this, but I think s4 had a good balance of drama/friendships/romance, so it was still there, but it wasn’t overbearing.)

Relationships: 3.5/10

The only points here are for Lulu, honestly. And Gabi, but I might be biased lol. Okay, maybe also Alfie-Finn bromance, I’m a sucker for those. Friendship-wise, the whole season I felt alone and felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. Kat was going back and forth between being my friend and being my rival. Arlo had issues with me… why exactly? I’m honestly not sure… Dana was… just there? Her friendship entailed pulling me for a chat any time I wanted to have a conversation with my li and gossiping or asking for reassurance. Meera was nothing, but an insecure bitch to me. Eddie wanted nothing to do with me, until the very end we’re apparently all buddy-buddy and he’s spilling secrets to me. Don’t forget the blackmailing too. Finn was nice only in one (1) occasion, and that is during Snog, Marry, Pie. Alfie may have been a good friend, but I didn’t do that route with him. Lulu was the only one consistently kind and on mc’s side. Gabi was an interesting addition, it’s a shame we didn’t get to know her at all basically.

Romance-wise, again, felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. It was the first season where I just wasn’t interested in anyone romantically because I didn’t get to know anyone really, and most were horrible to me. When the first character designs dropped, I liked Suresh, then was let down. I liked Alfie, then was let down. I liked Johnny, then was let down. I liked Finn, then was let down. I liked Lulu, but the choice to pick Gabi was just too tempting, and guess what? Lulu didn’t let me down, even as just a friend. (I’m glad I picked Gabi in the end, but I still know nothing about her…) Nobody really wanted mc and mc couldn’t really have anyone either. I think there was a lot of wasted potential with li’s. Like, hear me out: Suresh - enemies to lovers, Alfie/Dana - loyal routes, Finn - slow burn, Kat - friends to lovers, Johnny/Nicolas - partners in crime, Lulu - last-minute-sweep-me-off-my-feet, Gabi - messy, peak drama choice (I mean, come on, two girls wronged by the same ex get together? It’s my favorite part of this whole season - literally why I picked her, and she’s actually a sweetheart:))

Recouplings: 2/10

I remember in s4, I felt like there were too many recouplings, so in s5 they went ahead and gave us the least recouplings possible. Only once (1) can you actually pick someone you want to be with throughout the whole time in the villa, throughout all 42 episodes, all 16 volumes - right at the very end (!!!), unless you also willingly chose to twist switch to someone after casa amor. My main issue is that the whole season can be considered pointless because you can basically never couple up with who you want, casa boys wrong you and leave you anyway, bringing us back to square one with 3 og guys that you might’ve tried to escape the whole time. Or, if you’re on a Suresh route, the whole pining angst, or even, the whole idea of going to love island was useless and pointless because even though neither of them really grow or change as people (sorry my Suresh lovelies, it’s just how i see it), they finally talk it out and make up anyway, so none of these 42 episodes really mattered. Yeah, it angers me.

Finale: 4/10

As contradicting as it may sound, I do believe the team took feedback regarding s4 finale into consideration. We got final dates, prom prep, prom, declarations of love, winner announcements, love vs. money, and even a special vip guest - all components needed for a successful finale, the climactic resolution of the season, right? Wrong. I can live with the sacrifice of afterparty (not that I would want to see anyone from this season ever again anyway), but it seems natural progression of the finale was also sacrificed for the sake of jam-packing everything into the last volume. The events felt like they were happening with a speed of light: recoupling-hideaway (ugh)-date-picking a dress-prom-declaration-winners-money/love. I may be sleep deprived, but this made me even more dizzy. And not even that, but the progression of the relationship felt anything, but natural - it was more of a fever dream, really. I like you, Gabi, I do, and you’re sweet and give me full attention, but other than the fact that you like tattooing and fear squirrels, I know absolutely nothing about you (besides the obvious, of course). So all the plastic rings flying around, “being exclusive” and ahem, a PROPOSAL felt, uh… rushed. This is not Vegas, we are not eloping, and I basically don’t know you, so why, oh why would that even be an option?

Moving on, the resolution of the season overall was quite lackluster. Finn never confronted Kat, continuing on with a perfect illusion of romance for her. Well done, Finn. Suresh leaves (if you’re not with him), and decides to let loose and go to Barbados, clearly indicating that he will resort back to his old ways. Nice. Alfie claims to have become a changed man, even appears regretful about things, but who’s to say if he really did change? A half-assed “we’re friends” speech from Kat really did nothing to me neither physically nor emotionally. Sooo… 16 volumes, 42 episodes later nobody learned anything, nobody admitted they were wrong, nobody really genuinely apologized, and nobody grew as a person. Yet again - the whole season was pointless. Add in the driest, most uninteresting writing and it was enough to leave me disappointed still.

We will not talk about Bobby. I refuse to talk about Bobby. That was not Bobby, he was not canon, it did not happen, and I will not accept any criticism.

Structure: 3/10

The only points here are for casa amor, and even that wasn’t done well (i have a post about it here somewhere). Starting with only 3 couples? Only what, like, 3 recouplings ever? Not a single beach hut moment? Not a single hideaway moment??? (No no, they cannot get away with a lackluster last minute “whatever, you can have your stupid hideaway” scene in the very end of the season) We’ve only been there for what feels like a week?? Are you kidding me? It seems we keep straying further and further away from the format of the actual show it’s meant to be based on and I don’t really like that tbh.

Storyline: 5/10

Tell you what, I was actually really intrigued when they first announced the theme of the season as “Ex in the Villa”. I remember people theorizing how they’re gonna handle it, who they’re bringing in, etc. But, a few episodes in I realized just how limiting it was to constrain the whole plotline to… just Suresh. All the conversations and all the drama got very-very redundant very-very quickly. The only redeeming quality was being able to pick Gabi. Check and mate. Oh, and Lulu. Lulu is my queen:) Here’s alternative ways they could’ve improved it: let players choose who their ex is from given characters; let our ex despise mc and mc despises them back in the beginning (enemies to lovers/enemies to besties); let all islanders be exes of other islanders (it won’t be love island the show anymore, but they weren’t really sticking to the format anyway, so); let mc have multiple exes in the villa (and then those two (or three?) exes fight for them); let players choose the reason why they’re exes.

Writing: 2/10

I’m kinda conflicted because I feel like it did get better, but it also got worse? Like, I appreciate using more of love island jargon and the conversations felt pretty natural, like real people would speak, you know? (But still, I can’t really speak to that, since I don’t live in the UK, my only exposure to different accents is through tv and videos.) But at the same time all conversations (75% of which are about Suresh and MC lol) felt so repetitive and so boring and it dragged on and on and on… and then you look back at the episode and realize that nothing’s happened and you didn’t learn anything about anyone. Character development was minimal, if there at all. Very little character depth, very limited background information. I’m not even going to mention mc… Spicy scenes were basically nonexistent and a massive downgrade from s4 (don’t even talk to me). And even in general, every scene was written so dry, so robotic, and so anticlimactic that it was just constant disappointment. The constant bullying from girls to wear expensive outfits was super annoying and unnecessary as well.

Update: I initially had a higher rating for writing, but after playing the finale, I had to cut it in half for the mere reason that I have reached my limit. The utter disrespect I felt when my eyeballs glanced over the screen and read “NSFW kiss” during a prom scene with Gabi was beyond something I could accept with understanding. Perhaps in some circumstances it could be an acceptable form of writing and communicating, but personally I considered the phrasing as a placeholder, instead of a legitimate description of such kiss. I believe if the company had at least the slightest respect for their players, they would and should do the bare minimum of proofreading the text before releasing it for satisfactory gaming experience. Unfortunately, I had to remove points for personal vindication and emotional damage, which is reflective of how I have been treated as a player.

Replayability: 2/10

Hmmm idk. Idk if I’ll ever replay this one. I never got too attached to characters or the storyline, maybe because they released it so soon after s4 and I wasn’t over that yet. And when I did feel a teeny tiny spark with a character, they went on and did something stupid/annoying/hurtful, so even if I did want to go back and do their routes, I feel like they hurt me and I don’t like them much anymore. The only way I mightttt replay it at some point is to just be a bitch to everyone from the beginning because they all deserve that, honestly…

Overall score: 4/10

Well, and that about wraps it up. I never had this many… negative emotions about a season - me, the person who always tells people to not compare seasons, give it a fair go, and not take it close to heart because it’s a game. I usually love burying my face in a pillow, giggling at my screen, and kicking my feet as pixels swoon over me, professing their undying love, but I was robbed of that this season, unfortunately. I’m definitely gonna miss the memes and the rants here every Wednesday, and being the sentimental ass that I am, I will actually feel kinda sad that it’s over. At the same time, this was the first season that I spent here, as an official member of the litg fandom lol, and I’m thankful to have made friends here, bonding over this season:) Thank you for reading my rants, agreeing with me, and offering your own insights and perspectives! I hope I was able to make you laugh a little bit too:) This season prompted me to write two fics (and maybe more to come) that I’m quite proud of, and it made me want to replay other seasons, so I guess there is some good that came out of it, right? ;) and since we didn’t get a traditional ending this season, in true litg fashion I’ll say it…

…Stay hydrated, islanders xoxo

#well i went off a little bit haha…#i tried to be objective:)#the ultimate rant lol #I’m not going away btw lol!#and if there’s s6 i’ll still play it…#litg #love island the game #litg s5 #litg eitv #litg ex in the villa #litg everyone #fusebox

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yanderes-galore · 3 years ago

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mmmmmm your yandere monty hcs got me brain rotting 😭. can i request another yandere monty with a sweet, naive/stupid/oblivious (whatever word you favor) reader? and can they be a older sibling who was watching their younger sibling for their birthday? and could it be a short fic? if not thats ok! do whatever you feel most comfy with :).

(btw, ty for actually answering requests!)

Similar to the concept I just made about Monty 😊 Sure, I'll make a short scenario for you, based off the concept I did. I'm so sorry that I don't get to everyones....

You're old enough to take your sibling to the Pizzaplex by yourself. Again, with all my FNAF fics, Animatronic or android, doesn't matter.

Birthday Treasure

Yandere! Montgomery Gator Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Manipulation, Bribing, Kidnapping, Implied violence, Robot becoming sentient, Sadism.

Nothing made you happier than seeing your sibling bounce up and down in excitement. A small smile graces your lips as you guided them into the Pizzaplex.

"Calm down a little!" You chuckle, paying the entry fee for both of you. "Where to first?"

"I wanna meet the band!" They squeal, you sighing softly at their energy.

The Pizzaplex was massive. You were impressed and your sibling must've been even more amazed. You were almost dragged to the atrium by your sibling, who craved food and fun.

You decided to take your younger sibling to the place as a surprise gift for their birthday. So far you could tell you made a good choice. To keep track of activities you pull out a pamphlet.

"Huh...Fazer Blast, Monty Golf...there's Go-Karts?" You hum to yourself, surprised at the amount of activities.

"Look look!" Your sibling excitedly shouts. You look up from the pamphlet to see the robotic band roaming the atrium from table to table.

"I see!" You laugh, looking around the food court. "How about we get some food and head to a table before we plan what to do?"

Your sibling agrees before picking where to eat. While you wait and fidget with your wallet, you notice one of the band members walking closer.

It was the one that was based off a gator. You felt nervous for a moment, looking away to see where your sibling picked to go. Maybe they wanted to meet this one?

"Heya there! I'm Monty, show's about to start~ Are you going to be taking a seat?" The voice of the gator booms. You look at the taller bot before clearing your throat.

"Hey! I am, yes... I'm just getting food for...." You gesture to your sibling to come over, who upon seeing Monty, bounds over. "The birthday boy/girl!"

Monty watches the scene between you two, your sibling giggling and clinging to you. A smirk grows on Monty's face.

"Oh~? A birthday kid, eh?"Monty hums, kneeling down to meet your sibling. "Hey, Kid! You excited for the show?"

Your sibling excitedly nods, Monty chuckling.

"Good! Cheer for me, will ya?" Monty's smile is bright, revealing sharp teeth. His gaze then shifts to you. "You should cheer for me, too, alright~?"

You snort softly, nodding. You then ruffle your sibling's hair.

"Sure, Monty." You smile, watching the gator walk away. You adored the personality they programmed into these robots already....

You then kneel down towards your sibling, still seeing them utterly awestruck.

"So, what did you want to eat, birthday boy/girl~?"

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The band was great, your sibling doing just as Monty had asked them. You were invested in the pamphlet to plan what to do next before your sibling tugged on your sleeve.

"Cheer!" They smile, you can't help but comply and put the pamphlet down. You cheer for the gator with your sibling for a bit before going back to eating your meal.

Cake was given awhile ago as you requested. Your sibling still had traces of frosting on their face. With a sigh you pass them a napkin.

"The current show looks like it's ending, let's get cleaned up before doing something else, okay?" You ask, your sibling getting excited again.

It wasn't long before the robotic band began roaming again. It surprised you when Monty made a beeline for your table.

"How's that? Impressive, huh? I heard you both cheering from the stage!" Monty laughs, eying you and your sibling. You give a polite smile.

"Yup! It was worth it. I was just picking where to go next...." You trail off, surprised when the bot takes the pamphlet and opens it.

"Hm...how about I personally take you around? I can swing us by Monty Golf! Just a heads up, I'd win~ But...I'll go easy on ya. Y'know, for the little kid's sake?" Monty offers, flipping down his glasses towards you. A smug smirk was on his face.

"I mean...If you're allowed to-" You mumble, Monty pleased by your answer despite it being meek.

"Come on, kid! Let's go have some fun!" Monty encourages your sibling to follow, you following them both.

It made you happy that your sibling was having a wonderful day, but Monty concerned you a bit. The robot was awfully close to you both...it made you wonder.

It wasn't like you were any sort of V.I.P, either....

"Hey! You coming? It'd be a shame if you missed out...." Monty questions, feigning a saddened tone. Your sibling looked towards you in worry.

"Coming! I was just lost in thought."

The bot almost looked like he was studying you before nodding, escorting you both to play some golf.

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You couldn't find them.... The day was going great, and just when it was time to leave, they were gone!?

You were playing and everything, then parted ways as you needed to get something. You came back to your sibling gone.

Quickly you alerted the security that a child was missing, but it was so close to closing time. You spent so long looking for them... what were you going to tell their parents!?

You refused to leave until you found them. Resulting in the lights going out and the shutters closing the building off. The place was huge, they probably thought you left.

You call their name out over and over, scared they were taken or got injured somewhere....

The halls were dark except for the few neon lights that were on. You weren't sure what to do!

The doors were locked...

Your sibling was missing...

Your parents must be worried sick!

You flinch when you hear a laugh. It sounded deep, robotic, malicious.

"You're too sweet, dear~"

Monty's voice....

"You're willing to stay after hours here to find the kid? I knew you would... you seemed like the type!"

"What kind of game are you playing!? Where are they!"

There's footsteps, slow and heavy like a predator stalking their prey. Monty was a robot...what kind of programming did he have? What was going on?

"Safe. I thought you'd stay if I hid them. They think we're playing hide and seek, when really I was just luring you closer to me!"

You step back, seeing red eyes gleaming towards you. Monty's glasses were tilted down, grinning wide with pointed teeth.

"I wanted to play a little more, you look fun to break~ I couldn't just let you leave! The kid'll be fine, for now, let's play a little game of our own."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing...

"This is...insane!"

Monty laughs again.

"You could say that. For now, enough with the talk, I want to play with my new favorite toy."

Monty's close now but you keep your distance.

"How about we play a little game of chase, rockstar~!"

You notice him lunge teasingly, you flinch.

"Let's rock and roll~!"

#yandere x reader #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere montgomery gator

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I’m SO GLAD you loved it!!! This really got my brain in writer mode! I didn’t get into it, so now I can.

The idea of Raphael being like this is! It’s just! Fascinating! Love it! I may be imagining a bit of my Raphael in this.

Raphael dug his hands into the car. Grunting as he tried to fix whatever the shell was wrong with it. His brothers in the fancy, parked red car. Face and limbs covered in car grease. A noise. He looked up. Humans. And they did NOT sound happy. Great! Great! Great! Just what he needed!-

He rushed his work. Slamming down the hood. Let’s hope this works! Jumping into the open roof. Turning the keys. But it growled not turning on. The noises louder. They had to move NOW or they’ll get spotted.

“Raphael!” Leonardo called.

“I’m moving! I’m moving!” The engine reved on. “YES!” Raphael instantly slamming his foot on the gas and booking it.

“That’s my car!”

“You think they saw us?!” Michelangelo had his head ducked below the top, sunken low in his seat, seat belt on. Watching everything through the cracks of his fingers that covered his face in the swell of anxiety, and worse. Guilt.

“Let’s hope they didn’t!” Raphael ‘answered’, voice breaking with fearful worry.

“That was way too close Raphael!” Leonardo shouted. None too pleased.

“I know! I know!” Any closer and they’d be on the 5 o’ Clock news if April couldn’t stop it! But they had no choice. Shredder and Krang were (opening a portal over the city and bringing in the technodrome!)

/or like some other ‘drastic’ plot point. ^

I’d imagine Raphael might be more consistently covered in car greese and junk. Maybe scratches. “Aw sure! Have me do all the dirty work!” With no Donatello the lair might be a bit more of a mess, and Raphael taking on the role of dealing with things (poorly) more. Considering how he likes outfits, and pirates as he dressed up as one for fun, this would bother him. They all seem to be canonically texture sensitive. (Now I’m imagining Alexander scratching at his arm and neck cause the fabric is too “rough”.)

In the series Raphael seemed self conscious as being possibly the weakest member of the team, hence him having multiple interests. A thing I noticed is that he seems to share them with Donatello. Donatello loves film noir movies, Raphael tried studying to be a detective. They both went to the space area in “Battleland”. Raphael also took a chemistry class?? But I have yet to see that episode??

I he admirers Donatello a bit, and so he tries a couple things his twin likes. But the idea that Raphael likes some of the things Alexander does would give them more reasons to bond. I mentioned to you before that they all love wrestling. But I have my own personal reasons as to why I think Donatello and Raphael love it the most. And I’m imagining Raphael showing Alexander wrestling. (Though considering it was Donatello that managed to hook their TV to interdimensional channels Rick Sanchez style, he could show Raphael the wrestling shows from the Turtleoid Planet.)

BTW. Initially the turtles were Splinter’s pet turtles. So I’d imagine they’d be aware of one missing. But if you want to keep more the mystery. Shredder could have tested the syrum on a random turtle (he saw fall onto the street, missing the sewers unlike the others).And when he “tested” it on Donatello, making Alexander. Planned to use it on Splinter, not realizing 3 other turtles would get mutated. But you can ignore me on this.

Alexander, as Donatello is actually a REALLY good liar, might ask a prodding question before the cliff scene. There’s a scene at some point where he’s threatening to set off a bomb (Case of the Missing Cufflinks). So I’d imagine he’d have dramatic moments like this. I’d also watch “What's Michelangelo Good For?” For another good Donatello moment(s).

His fingers tapped against the surface of computer console, hesitating a moment before he spoke, “Hey Shredder!” He called out, voice even. Calm. “What would you do anyway if ya lost me?”

“What are you blabbering on about?!” Shredder’s voice rang out far off.

“I don’t know. Suppose I,” his fingers twisted against a little squishy bulb, “got a better deal. One that paid well. What then?”

“Why I’d be furious!” Alexander grinned, “I’d hate to have others have you!” His laughter echoed far off, not even realizing how his insensitive remark cut deeper than he meant. And Alexander growls in a winceful hiss. Disappointed, hurt, at the answer he wasn’t expecting.

“But if this is your silly idea of getting something else of me. Make sure it’s lethal to kill those turtles and you can have it!”

Donatello let go, “You got me! I want some new equipment. And some plutonium to boot!”

“You wretched- Alright! Consider yourself done!”

This. This is how my mind works. I’m glad you’re making this. Cause I don’t have the time or energy for another fic by myself. I’ll gladly build off ideas though. ;)

Maybe a bomb was gonna go off on the cliff- IDK. But when Alexander walks into the lair. I was also imagining Alexander just sitting up against the wall, huddled up, arms against his knees as the three stand over him with those expression. Alexander distressed at everything.

I can imagine that when Shredder realizes he’s alive/sees him again. He’d act like how he did with Fly- Baxter. He’d play nice and try to get him back to his side. But Alexander just snares and refuses. Having too much pride.

@skythealmighty

Alexander the Terrible - a 1987 TMNT Separated AU

I've come to throw my hat into the ring! Hello, hello hel-lo out there! (And a special hi to @getindumdums, who I know was very interested in this.) I made this AU because I'm pretty fond of '87 TMNT, and I haven't seen a Separated AU for them yet. So, here we are!

I'm kinda gonna explain some parts of this AU in detail on their own, so hold your horses, it's gonna be a hot minute here.

Design

There's not much changed in terms of design for- mostly everyone, but I did want to explain a few design choices with our brand 'new' turtle! First and foremost, I designed him like everyone else was designed- for an action figure. He takes a lot of inspiration from Shred-head, mostly with the arm guards and facemask, but my main goal was to cover most of him in dark colors to indicate 'villain'. I know that's not always the case, but you do have to admit you would assume that at first glance.

Dynamic

Heroes

Raphael, Leonardo and Michelangelo stand alone against the forces of evil! They're a great team, even if they do butt heads sometimes... mostly Raphael and Leonardo. Leonardo is the leader, Michelangelo is the humor and heart, and Raphael is... the street smarts!

Stepping up in place of the missing Donatello as the logical one, the whole team is slightly more morally gray. Without a turtle van of their own, sometimes the next best option is to hotwire one for a little bit, or just get there on foot. Leonardo tries to stop this from happening, most of the time, but he concedes to Raphael when he points out that it's a necessary evil. They're even more careful to stay out of the public eye because of that, since while they are heroes, public opinion of them is extremely mixed.

That being said, Raphael is still kind of alone on his distrust for humans. Even if he is listened to, he's bitter when they have to help some people- and he's generally a little more snappish with more responsibility on his shoulders.

Leonardo is also a bit more cautious as a result of Raphael's mild paranoia leading their logic, and Michelangelo is a little less likely to take things at face value. He's still a massive optimist, as is Leonardo, but the general wariness of the team makes for a massively different dynamic.

The show's tone is generally a tad bit heavier because of this, opting to actually have teaching moments and morals in the form of common sense lessons. It's both a tiny bit more edu-tainment and also aimed towards a slightly older audience- that doesn't stop it from being a hit with the kids, though!

Villains

So... what's up with Donatello, then? He's clearly with Shredder, and on the side of evil. His vindictive streak is given a chance to shine, and he often takes things to the max, almost comedically, but he's still sharp as a tack and almost more formidable than his sensei.

Just one thing- Shredder's the one to pick him up since the very beginning. He was the one who spilled the ooze on them, true- and in this timeline, he aimed to take one of those creatures for himself. That being said, Shredder wouldn't name a turtle after a renaissance artist- he's more of a war history buff, as seen with the Punk Frogs.

He instead names the turtle Alexander, after the great warlord in Rome.

(Alexander as a name was chosen because it uses all sharp-sounding vowels, rather than Donatello's round vowels- this sounds obscenely stupid on paper, but say the names out loud and you'll understand.)

Alexander is first and foremost Shredder's student, but he quickly picks up on Shredder's nature and learns to snipe back when disrespected. He's the favorite student, too- his literal creation, smart and savvy, and with a mean streak to match. Being the favorite, he's allowed to get away with a lot more, and though it wasn't the case at first, Shredder begrudgingly views him as something akin to an equal.

He has a lab, as well- Shredder, the traditionalist, doesn't take any upgrades to his precious armor (other than maybe a communication line in his helmet), but he lets Alexander make other sets of armor for fun, and sometimes wears them. Alexander also keeps eye on scientific progress- this time, Stockman isn't brought in to be the sole inventor Shredder relies on, but rather Alexander's lab assistant. Their relationship is strictly professional- Alexander is a bit disappointed that someone with so ingenious inventions is a massive pushover, and Stockman is more than a little terrified of Alexander, but starts to learn to admire him over his time there.

Even after the accident that turns Stockman into a fly, he still has a kind dismissal to Alexander while he hates Shredder. Alexander, blunt as he was, was never unnecessarily cruel, so he's mostly exempt from Stockman's schemes. Hooray?

As for their dynamic with the heroes, Shredder still despises them and is salty they didn't choose his side, Alexander mostly dislikes them because they trash his inventions, and Raphael gets on his nerves easily. He's fine with Michelangelo, tolerates Leonardo, and has a rivalry with Raphael. He's also aware of their relation, while the Turtles are not. (Raphael has a hunch, though.)

Plot

What, plot? The '87 show doesn't have that much plot! I know, but as with any Separated AU, there's got to be some way they meet up again other than the daily Saturday cartoon fights- no, not just meet up, reconcile. So, here's sort of how it goes:

It's a slowburn! ...NO NOT IN ROMANCE. EW. Let me explain:

Alexander and Raphael start out hating each other. Know Bratty and Catty? Remember their Deltarune versions, specifically? Yeah, kind of like that. They're extremely similar and that's why they get on each other's nerves! It's an easy pattern- every episode Alexander is in, you can count on him having some witty snipes shared with Raphael. Except...

Eventually, the insults turn to banter without them realizing, and they're closer than ever. Alexander lets loose that he thinks they're all related on an off-hand joke, and that gets Raphael thinking. Was he supposed to be with them from the start?

Obviously, this doesn't change what ended up happening, but he knows Michelangelo and Leonardo would be upset if he didn't at least try to win Alexander over to their side. Thus begins the "Convincing Arc".

[Allan please add details]

The Convincing Arc ends with Splinter's help, really. He's the one who takes the time to sit beside Alexander and talk, and while Alexander cares for Shredder, he starts wondering if Shredder really cared for him beyond their plans and lessons.

He begins to poke at that relationship, prod for answers, and he eventually finds out that while Shredder did 'care' for him, it never was anything but shallow. He didn't want to lose Alexander, true, but it was never because the government could take him away, or because he was worried he'd get hurt. Worried at all, really. It was because he would be seethingly jealous of whoever else had him.

Had him. Like some sort of tool.

Alexander left the next day, walked into the Turtles's sewers, and declared himself a home there. He would not help them fight Shredder. He would just be going stir-crazy without any companionship, and this was the first thing he thought of- allegedly.

(He doesn't miss Michelangelo's genuine happiness at him being there, Leonardo's immediate acceptance, or Raphael's relief. He also doesn't miss that it takes Shredder three days to realize he was gone.)

As for what comes next? A rocky relationship, a healing dynamic, and a lot of interpersonal conflict and fluff.

I don't have anything planned ahead of this, but if I were to start answering asks in character, it'd be in the middle of the Convincing Arc, so you guys could see that in action! Feel free to send asks about that, by the way. I'd love to answer (eventually).

Fun facts:

Alexander still loves purple. He just tends to like darker shades

He's also a massive astronomy nerd and wants to explore space

Raphael has not killed a man on screen. However, off-screen is... up to viewer interpretation

Alexander has killed off-screen too- mostly lab intruders. He's jumpy

The Punk Frogs get along surprisingly well with Alexander

Since Shredder is a war history buff, Alexander is also a little bit of a history nerd, but mostly with inventions and the arts. Ironically enough, his favorite historical artist is Donatello

Michelangelo loves to force everyone into movie nights. When Alexander is added into the mix, he clings to him

Having not grown up with the other turtles, poor Alexander is a little thrown off by their pizza tastes

Irma starts showing up a lot more when Alexander joins the good side

Baxter Stockman is eventually convinced to leave everyone alone!

oops this got way longer than i thought

#i’m so tired #I need to sleep

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