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valkyrayn · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader

Words: 3,724

Tags: mild dubcon, angst and porn, jealousy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, loud sex, rough sex, oral sex, porn with plot (with plot you say? and the crowd cheers)

A/N: i think there are a few from the prompt requests here. writing this was a sport lmao anyway, sorry for the long hiatus. gotta thank Marius for consistently being the horny mascot and reawakening the horny in me with his new card releases. also i’d like to hear your thoughts if i should continue this(?)

also posted on ao3 if you wanna leave comments! 💜

Betrayal is one way to put it.

But god you can’t seem to stop. You can’t seem to get enough of this—of him .

No, it’s not betrayal. As long as they don’t find out…

…that you’re fucking the enemy. Not even in the ‘I’ll destroy his life’ kind of way but literal, actual, fucking. And it’s obscene too—just pure unadulterated passion, the kind that leaves you both in a sweaty mess of entangled limbs and reeking of guilt by the end of it. Although it’s mostly you who deals with the guilt, never him.

And by god you know how bad this is, to sleep with him of all people.

Because he is no longer part of the NXX.

Marius von Hagen had blindsided the whole team, to say the least.

See, the funny thing is, you only started having sex with him after finding out that he has betrayed the group. Maybe it’s the thrill of sleeping with the enemy. Maybe because the sex is so good that the mere sight of his smirk makes your cunt throb. Maybe it’s simply because it’s him.

It was difficult to ignore the growing tension, sexual tension, much to your dismay, between the two of you ever since your first encounter. And it was left brewing for way too long—to a point where it can no longer be contained.

And when it finally happened, it was spilling all over the edges.

And as much as you despise him, you still find yourself at his beck and call. And you hate the grip that he has on you, especially when he calls you his ‘good little slut’ as he pushes your head down on his cock.

But tonight, you’re on a mission. The voice inside your head reminding you like a broken record ‘to not get distracted. This is an in and out mission.’ Swipe the file and exit the building. Simple. Right?

You spoke too soon.

Marius is here. Fuck.

You meet his dark violet eyes from across the room—he’s just entered the room and is immediately surrounded by the directors and VIPs like moths to a flame. Your eyes lock briefly and he stares at you with a bored expression, seemingly unbothered with your presence.

A lady in a sequined dress is now standing by his side, looping her arm over his, her other hand reaching over to fix his collar—there isn’t even a need to, she just needed an excuse to touch him. That bitch has appeared in more than one tabloid news involving Marius.

‘Youngest von Hagen heir’s future wife?’

‘PAX CEO new beau?’

‘Hot affair: International Runway Model & Stellis Sexiest Eligible Bachelor’

Vom’. Your grip around the champagne glass tightens at the sight. Fortunately, you catch yourself almost immediately before it shatters all over your hand. The last thing you want to do is make a scene.

Is this jealousy? No. She just looks annoying as hell.

So you turn away and make your way out of the ballroom, slipping out of the doors just as the master of ceremony starts speaking over the microphone.

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The second the file transfer icon disappears from the screen, you unplug the drive from its port and turn off the computer—with still a lot more time to spare. You can rejoin the banquet and even mingle with the men just to spite Marius. With that thought in mind, you smile to yourself as you slip the thumb drive inside the tiny designated pocket in your brassiere.

“I knew I’d find you in here, jiejie.”

The familiar voice startles you but you remain in your spot, turned away from him. You can feel his eyes on you making the hair stand on the back of your neck. And it’s when you hear the click of the lock that you finally turn to look at him—his back is leaned against the closed door, arms crossed with that sly smirk playing on his lips.

“Give me the drive. I know you have it on you…” He says finally, breaking the brief silence as he pushes himself off the door and starts walking towards you. How naive of you for thinking he wouldn’t have followed you here. He’s not stupid. He’s always five steps ahead of you.

Marius closes in the distance between you, trapping your body against the desk—his tall frame looming over you, his familiar scent clouding your senses. “Or should I...take it from you…” his words turn into a whisper as he leans down and kisses the side of your neck. “…but I won’t be gentle.”

He’s mocking you. You hear your thoughts screaming at you, to refuse him.

You push him away, willing yourself to not fall into his trap again this time. Your team is counting on you , you can’t let him take away the drive. Not this time…not…

” —ah Marius …what are you…”

His hand has found its way under your dress, long slender fingers now playing with the hem of your panties. Despite your earlier protest, you feel your resolve slowly crumbling against his touch.

“Hmm…did you hide it here...” His breath is hot against your ear and your body falls limp against his as it gradually gives in to his touch. He chuckles. “You didn’t put it inside you, did you…?” He slots his leg between you, forcing your thighs apart and starts grinding his knee against your clothed pussy. A moan escapes you at the sudden friction, your hand lands on his chest, gripping onto his shirt in a weak attempt to push him away—but who are you kidding, you’re barely putting any force.

“Fuck you…I’m not giving it to you…” You’re surprised at your retort but he laughs at this. Honestly, you’d laugh at yourself too. Both of you know too well that this is going to end up with you giving him the drive after letting him fuck you senseless.

“Mmm fuck you too…” His low growl makes your cunt throb and before you have a chance to speak once again, he grabs onto the back of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss. Your teeth clash, his tongue messily entwining with yours until you finally give in, reciprocating just as hungrily as you swallow his every breath and moan.

Your resolve is weak against the drug that is Marius von Hagen and it only takes one kiss to completely tear it down. You hate him, you hate this but it feels so good...too good to stop. His kiss is deep and passionate with lust and hatred, but never love. Why would it be anyway?

He pulls your head back by the hair, releasing you from the kiss and reminding you to breathe. For a brief moment, you both just stand there, eyes locked, hearing nothing but the sound of your labored breathing. You press both your palms against his chest, using him as a support as you push yourself off the desk, your eyes locked on his own the entire time.

There’s a glint in his eye, almost as if he’s willing to let you go if you wish to. Your grip tighten against his shirt and all he does is watch you as you wage the war inside your head. The consequences, the guilt that you’ll have to deal with will be immense.

And even with all things considered, you sigh—and slide your hands down his body and stop right at his belt before looking back up at him.

“I fucking hate you.”

Without warning, Marius turns your body around and bends you over—your ass in the air and your feet and palms flat on the floor, presented to him like a prized whore. He’s bent and fucked you in numerous positions before, taking advantage of your flexibility. “…there’s only so many places where you can hide it.”

You feel him push the skirt of your dress up your body, bunching it around your waist before gripping onto it to keep you steady. He wastes no time in pulling your panties down, exposing your embarrassingly soaking cunt to him, leaving no room for you to deny that you want him.

You hear him curse under his breath at the sight and it takes all of him not to immediately shove his cock into your wet heat. He prefers to savor you first.

He plunges his fingers inside your cunt, before leaning in to suck onto your clit—earning him a strangled moan from you. His tongue is hot against your folds, lapping and suckling onto it hungrily, determined to make you cum in his mouth. He loves the way your legs tremble just from the way he’s eating you out.

“Mmmph…you taste so goo–” He moans against your pussy, the vibration shooting electric up your spine, cutting your words off with a gasp. Your cunt starts clenching wildly around his tongue, desperately needing him deeper. He hooks his fingers inside you and hits you at the exact spot where you want him to, instantly making you gush around him. He laps onto your dripping pussy, swallowing your essence as he starts working on unbuckling his belt.

He winces as he pulls out his cock from his pants, hard and erected, balls heavy, aching to unload deep inside your womb. He continues to make you cum with his mouth several more times before finally pulling you off the floor and placing you back onto the cold surface of the desk. You look at him through half lidded eyes, mind still dazed from the orgasms he’s put your body through.

“You’re beautiful…” he says it so casually that you almost missed it. His large hands presses against your inner thighs, spreading your legs open for him to finally fuck you. And just as he lines up his tip against your entrance, you press your palm on his chest, lightly pushing him away.

“Is that what you say to her as well?”

Marius freezes in his spot for a second, as if trying to process what you had just asked. When the realization sinks in, you see his lips curl into a smirk.

“Don’t you think she is?”

You raise your eyebrow. “Think she’s what ?”

“Beautiful?”

You can’t help but let out a scoff. You push him against the chest with both your hands now, ready to leave. This shouldn’t bother you the way it does, but it stings regardless if you have feelings for him or not.

“If you think she is, then why are you here?”

Just as you’re about to push yourself off the desk, he grabs onto your shoulders and pins you flat against the surface, knocking the breath out of you. “Get off me! You—“

And then he’s kissing you again, his mouth swallowing the curses leaving your lips intended for him, his body heavy and pinning you down with nowhere to move. And when he finally pulls away, his eyes bore into you—your death stare mirroring his and if looks could kill, you’d both be dead by now.

“I shouldn’t have let you fuck me..” you manage to say through gritted teeth, that familiar anger returning to your senses. He looks unfazed, used to hearing you say that every time and yet you come right back to him. So instead, he smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he leans in to whisper next to it.

“Then why did you?”

Before you could spit back, you’re both interrupted by the voice of the woman in question—just right outside the door.

“Marius? Love? Are you in there? ” Her sing songy voice makes you roll your eyes. Marius seems unbothered, his eyes never leaving you even as you break eye contact. A small whimper escapes your lips when you suddenly feel his cock pressing against you once again due to the proximity. Realizing this, he immediately makes a move to push himself off of you only to be stopped with your legs wrapping around his waist.

Make up your damn mind, woman—the voice in your head is all but done with you. But this is your chance, to claim what’s yours.

“Fuck me. Fuck me right now..” You can’t believe what you just said but your mouth and body are now acting against your will. “Use me, Marius. Please, ruin me..”

Though confused and simultaneously aroused, Marius was more than happy to oblige. He wastes no time, lining the tip of his cock once again on your entrance before sheathing himself fully inside, making you both moan in unison. “Oh my god..yes you feel so good inside me!” You moan a little bit louder than necessary, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Umm…Marius? Are you in there..?” The woman asks, her voice muffled by the door—thin enough that the noise from inside the room can still bleed into the hallways, which is perfect. You want her to hear you.

Still unbothered by her inquiries, Marius pulls down the front of your dress to expose your tits to him, freeing them from their confines so they can bounce wildly in rhythm to his hard pounding. He leans in to suck on a nipple, making your body jerk against him.

Small fingers threading through his hair, you pull him closer, needing to feel his entire body against you, to feel his sweat on your skin. He grabs onto your ass, adjusting you to an angle that allows him to push deeper inside you.

“Nngh...you’re still so tight…I just fucked you two days ago…” Your walls clench at his words, pulling out a strangled moan from him. It feels like heaven, impaled on his cock like this, your body shaking at every push and pull. You’re high just from the sound, the smell, the sensation—and for a second you even convince yourself that what you have between you is more than just lust and hate.

The door knob rattles, pulling you out of your ludicrous thoughts, hitting you with the realization that the woman is still out there. Too used in keeping it down, since you both are always fucking in secret, you forgot the real reason why you were doing this in the first place.

“Deeper.. harder Marius!” His eyes widen at your command, but he pulls back and pushes your knees to your chest allowing him to slam his hips harder against you.

“Mmm jiejie..you’re so loud.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He laughs, his cock bumping against your cervix and your body instinctively pushes him away only for him to grab your ass and roughly pull you back against him. The scream that came out of you then is not on purpose—and you’re sure as hell everyone in the building could hear that.

“Mmph—fuck! Marius, too deep!”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he smirks, a little too proud of himself for using your own words against you.

The desk starts moving beneath you from the force of his pounding—he fucks you like he hates you (which makes it easy for him because you assume he does), with your entire body in the mercy of his hands. His eyes are fixated on where you’re connected, reveling at the sight of your cunt creaming around his cock as he pushes in and out—changing his pace to hit you at the right spot every time.

“Marius..Mariu—I’m cumming..”

He suddenly pulls out of you and turns your body around before pushing you back onto the desk—the cold surface of the wood against your erect nipples making you shiver. He grabs onto the dress bunched around your waist for leverage as he sinks his huge cock back inside your dripping pussy—cursing into the ceiling at the way your cunt stretches to accommodate him. “Shit…fuck!”

“Nnnghh…please Marius..let me cum! I want to...feel…want you...inside...” you’re mumbling, mind reduced to incoherence. He grabs a fist of your hair and pulls you back, arching your back towards him until you’re close enough for him to lean in and lick the side of your neck.

“Mmm..you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut, can you?” He shoves two of his fingers inside your mouth, making you drool on him as you run your tongue along his digits. “You want the people outside to hear you?” His other hand now on your heaving chest, grabbing onto your breast to play with your sensitive nipple, coating it with your saliva.

“Mmphh… please… ”

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum…”

“Louder.”

“Please I want to…I wanna…”

“She can’t hear you.”

Something snaps in you then. You reach your arm behind you to grab onto his hair and tug him down, forcing him to release his own grip from your hair.

“Marius please fucking make me cum, you asshole!”

“That’s my good girl…”

He pulls away and presses onto the side of your head, planting your cheek against the desk with one hand grabbing onto your ass, spreading you open so he can watch his cock sink into you. “Mmph…fuck baby. Your pussy is so greedy for my cock swallowing me full like this…” The obscene squelching noise of him fucking your soaking cunt is sending him closer to the edge. But he wants this to last longer, wants you to cum for him before he’ll even allow himself to.

His hips slam repeatedly against your ass, the next one harder than before. The feet of the desk screeches against the tiled floor as it gets pushed further towards the wall. Your nails sink into the edge of the desk, holding onto it for dear life, willing your body to him as he fucks you until you’re braindead. You’ve given up on words, the only noise leaving your mouth are strangled moans and screams of his name until you finally cum around him, squirting uncontrollably as he keeps fucking into your hole with punishing thrusts.

“I love how hard you can take it…such a good fucking girl…keep cumming for me…just like that…” His fingers are now circling your clit, stimulating you even further as if your body isn’t still sensitive enough from the explosive orgasm. You thrash beneath him as his pace slows down but now he’s pushing even deeper, ridge and veins brushing against your insides.

The rattling of the door knob becomes more aggressive, now accompanied by loud knocks on the door. But you can’t hear her voice anymore, drowned out completely by Marius’ heavy breathing next to your ear. He pulls you up and tilts your head towards him, his eyes boring into yours, dark amethyst eyes filled with lust.

“Just keep your eyes on me.”

You feel your heart clench—it’s a fleeting moment but for a second, it feels different.

He presses his lips against yours and you melt instantly into the kiss, both your eyes fluttering close as you feel him spill inside you. The warmth of his seed filling your womb triggers another orgasm, the kind that sends your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You both moan into each other's mouths at the release, your cunt clenching tightly around his twitching cock as he continues to shoot his semen inside your walls.

He pulls out and brushes the tip of his cock against your thigh, pumping out the last few drops of his cum and smearing it on your skin, as if to mark you with his scent.

Your body falls weakly onto the desk and he steps back to admire your ruined appearance. Tousled hair, dress disheveled, panties on one side of your ankle and cunt dripping with his cum.

Guilt.

He always feels guilty by the end of it, but his face will never show it. And to further cover it up, he steps back towards you and turns you around only to sheathe his cock back inside you. You make no effort to protest, you’re the one who told him to use your body as he pleases. Your breathy moans fill the room as he begins to fuck you again. No words spoken this time; just mewls and grunts and lewd sounds that your bodies make.

This goes on until the noise outside the door finally stops. She’s probably given up; good.

And when you’re both finally satiated, he finally steps away from you. Standing quietly, a few feet apart from each other as you both tidy yourselves up. Although you opt to not wipe the combined fluids in between your thighs, to serve as a reminder that you’ve once again slept with the enemy.

He leaves the room first, standing tall and unashamedly confident as if he hadn’t just spent the past hour fucking you to oblivion—you, a woman he’s not betrothed to. You watch as the door closes behind him before letting out the biggest sigh. Your heart hurts. So much for thinking that you’re numb to these emotions but as you leave the room and see the woman next to him, you know you were far from being numb.

She catches you staring and rolls her eyes before running her fingers through his hair to fix it, acting all unbothered, as if she hadn’t just heard your screams of pleasure from behind the door caused by the very man she claims as hers. But a side piece like you doesn't phase her; she’s on a mission of her own and that is to make Marius hers.

Your mission?

Not to become attached to him. Failed.

To obtain the info and bring the drive. Fail—

You feel an object poking at you through the hidden slit of your dress. Strange. You pull it out and inspect it—it’s the drive.

You lean against the wall behind you as you clutch onto the small object against your chest, mind reeling. You saw him take it from you; saw him putting it inside his pocket so then why—

The vibrating sound of your phone startles you. It’s a text from an unknown (but familiar) number.

“take the W. but i won’t go easy on you next time.”

You scoff. This was far from over.

#brainrotdump #marius von hagen smut #prompt request #lu jinghe smut #marius x reader #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #tears of themis smut #tears of themis

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mickeys-malarkey · 7 months ago

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How I classify:

Headcanon: there's little to no reason for me to think this – at best I'm going off Vibes™ – but it sparks joy for me to think it, so I choose to think it.

Theory: I think this because I think it's the most logical interpretation of the subtext, even if I 10K% despise it.

Headcanon/theory line straddler: I have this gut feeling that's just. So intense that on the one hand I feel like maybe I'm just imagining things, but on the other hand I just can't shake the idea. It just makes so much sense. Is this intuition? Pareidolia? What's happening to m—?

Probably the most perfect example of this difference for me is: Bendy's identity.

Used to have a theory that he was alive the whole time, maybe from the very first time Henry drew him. Love the idea, my bestie & I are still writing a fanfic around it. But it's only a headcanon to me, now.

For those who don't know, my current theory is:

Joey, Wilson, Mr. Gray/Grey, etc. never were and still aren't the real villains, it always was and still is Nathan Sr. (now better known as the Memory of Joey), who not only has been puppeteering them but has also been slowly editing history to put all the blame for his own crimes onto them, as well. He's tryna use Wilson & Audrey as weapons to destroy Ink Demon/Bendy/Real Joey or, failing that, keep him trapped in the time loop and at odds with his real friends forevermore, all without getting his own hands dirty nor besmirching his own reputation… If he can get rid of/silence them, too, that's a bonus!

Ink Demon can talk now because Real Joey's soul was tethered to the soulless Ink Bendy by a failed ritual and he was unable to go to the afterlife when he died, and he's symbolic of Joey's toxic-because-of-trauma side that Nate Sr. abused and manipulated him into thinking = Helpful/Powerful/Desirable/etc. The Keepers stole Bendy's voice, specifically, to symbolize how Nate Sr. silences & villainizes his victims, because he's symbolic of Joey's good side that Nate Sr. abused and manipulated him into thinking = Helpless/Weak/Undesirable/etc. Bendy tiptoes away during fights with the Lost Ones instead of trying to “help” as Ink Demon because he knows he's lucky if he can control himself in that form and he doesn't wanna hurt his baby girl.

Audrey's “devilish” default Banish power was inherited from Daddy Joey-Bendy and is symbolic of the maladaptive coping mechanisms she inherited from Joey through generational trauma (and a bit of the weirdness of her soul being made from a piece of his and a piece of Daddy Not-Actually-Fake Henry's). Her merging with Ink Demon to stop herself from bleeding out and then choosing to reset the time loop once she sees herself hurt someone who reminds of her dad is symbolic of her processing her memories of Joey/grief over his death, coming to terms with the fact she inherited his toxic traits, and deciding to follow in Joey's footsteps by continuing trying to break the cycle of trauma/abuse and “do better next time.”

You're allowed to like as many different interpretations of a story as you want and also believe that the actual story means something entirely different.

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redpenship · 1 year ago

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I was wondering from in your Buzzsaw Dilemma fanfic, if Sonic may have developed lasting insecurities specifically over steadily becoming more powerless to stop Eggman. Sure the Empire became a lot less bad, but it seemed from Sonics pov that just kinda happened. Meanwhile the consequences became too dangerous for him to destroy most of Eggmans structure and badniks. Even if he'd hide it I think that powerlessness could greatly bother him.

Though i've just realized that you'll probably have more to show about how Sonic handled everything in the sequel fic you're planning. So I'm not sure how much you'd wanna reveal about your ideas here.

This is definitely going to be part of Sonic's story in the sequel, but none of it will be surprising to the reader anyways so I don't mind talking about it. If anything, I would literally spoil the entire sequel if you asked me to, I don't actually care very much haha.

[long post ahead]

I've always kind of believed that Sonic has a somewhat worse time than Tails during the events of the fic, particularly in the sense that although Tails' situation sucks absolute ass, he's at least in the loop about what's really going on. Sonic's perspective is rather bleak: a kid he's growing fond of suddenly dies, and then a couple of weeks later he loses any ability to fight back against Eggman. He has a small victory on Angel Island, but this is ultimately short-lived.

Chapters 4-6 are important for his character, since he really just experiences loss after loss with no ability to stop it. His attempt to hide the Chaos Emeralds results in Amy losing her home, and any guilt he feels over this is only made worse by Eggman winning the fight for the emeralds in the end anyways. Sonic isn't stupid--at this point, he's well aware that he was tricked into collecting the emeralds for Eggman. However, he definitely feels kind of stupid, and especially frustrated with himself for basically ruining Amy's life (even if it wasn't really his fault).

Shortly after, he tags along with Amy and Knuckles on their base raids, but the exploding Badniks make him effectively useless and all he can really do it support the others during their fights. This makes Sonic feel really bad for a few reasons: 1) He can't do anything. 2) The way he sees it, Amy and Knuckles were both kind of dragged into this because of him and it isn't fair that they have to do all the heavy-hitting for him. 3) He is now aware that Eggman is a bit "smarter" so to speak, but doesn't know what he's planning and isn't confident enough in himself to start guessing. The base raids are a band-aid solution to what he knows will be a much bigger problem down the line.

These three points kind of compound into more guilt and frustration when Eggman traps Knuckles on Angel Island. Sonic is pretty certain that Eggman is lying about the bombs, but remains unable to convince Knuckles, who can very easily point to the exploding badniks as proof that Eggman isn't above making this kind of play. Sonic continues to largely blame himself here, as he believes that if he could still defeat badniks, Eggman never would have become successful enough to control someone as he did Knuckles.

Chapter six onwards is when the broader world dynamics come into play. Sonic is very aware of the planet's recent history--the flashback in chapter 2 isn't Sonic giving Tails a nickname, but rather a real "Mobian" name since Miles is English--and knows what it would mean to have Eggman take over the east pacific islands. It's worth noting that Vanilla's story about the fire only happened around seven years before Sonic was born, so you are free to consider the implications of what it means for Sonic to have grown up as parentless kid on South (or Christmas) Island.

After Eggman takes over the islands, and especially after the human states take over the other Mobian territories, is the point where I think he would feel the most powerless. His inability to stop Eggman caused a domino effect leading to the complete domination of his planet. Both Sonic and Tails feel responsible for letting this happen, as though they were both mutually enabling the empire and other states.

The reveal of Alhazen's identity, while a relief to Sonic, also only serves to reaffirm all his insecurity about being the cause of the empire's success. Not only was he powerless to stop everything going on, but he now knows that Tails had been caught in the chemical factory because Sonic hadn't been keeping a close enough eye on him. Tails might think "oh, I was the gasoline, I enabled Eggman and served as the key to the empire's success", but Sonic blames himself for Tails being in that position in the first place. The creation of Alhazen is a direct result of a single mistake: running ahead and forgetting to let the little kid behind him catch up.

Although Mobians in general kinda end up in a better place thanks to Tails' deterrence, the fact that he was incapable of doing anything to help during such a critical moment (well, "moment" meaning basically anything from chapter 4 onward) is going to stick with him probably for the rest of his life. Poor Sonic </3

(very long post haha. ty for your question!!!)

#onesecretperson #fic: the buzzsaw dilemma #redposts

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roboticbuild · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone I need to be insane Abt Asuka NOW!!!! Warning for anyone who cares Abt it I guess this post is gonna have guilty Gear spoilers? I doubt people who see this are gonna care but better to be safe than sorry.

But also hey what if I overanalyzed the lyrics of the Guilty Gear theme for Asuka, The Gravity? Haha, just kidding.......

........Unless?

Read more just in case it becomes long lol

Anyways I've been listening to the Circle on loop and there's obviously a LOT of symbolism, it's guilty gear, but there's a very specific set of lyrics that's making me feel like an insane madman (or thatman.)

So I wanna go over each lyric MOSTLY one by one kind of. And now I will immediately be inconsistent.

Find it, find it

Something unseen

Play back the history, answers within

I think this part is so so important bc I think it shows how Asuka doesn't only choose to never leave the past, but ACTIVELY chooses to stay in the past. It's only MAYBE at the end of strive where he thinks somewhat about the future of himself and the people around him. And even then, he continues to run from his consequences, and the truth of how everything is now. And so, he looks into the past, to find the answers he needs for the present. He thinks about Fredrick, he thinks about Aria- but in the end he doesn't think about Sol Badguy, or Jack-O Valentine. He looks into the past and can only think about his sins, and how he needs to persecute himself to "repent"- when it never was the answer. This isn't to deny he's changing- he absolutely is. But timeline wise? It's only recent. While Sol and Aria's soul (and the fragments we see chars become from her soul) have been changing CONSTANTLY. They've never stopped changing.

And I think it makes something very, very interesting. Where somewhat recent, Sol decided to not look too far into the past, while also being blinded by it. He didn't think of the future, because he- at least in my opinion which is a whole other post- didn't plan to be in a future after his original goal of destroying all gears. Asuka wants the past to be the past again, and Sol wants the past to be destroyed in something similar to a blazing glory.

And Aria? She's like a god damn anchor. She doesn't want to look at the past. She doesn't want it, knowing what has happened. She looks toward the future, and she stands in the present, and she decides she refuses to let the cycle continue. She knows this present and this future isn't her own- she was never supposed to be this far. And so, as she refuses to overwrite Jack-O, she decides one thing, her own choice for herself- this isn't her world. It's Jack-O's. She already had her own time, and she's not going to rip it away like it was ripped away from her.

Does existence have a meaning?

This one is extra interesting to me, as it's eventually followed up by "Does meaning have (a) meaning?" And I think it kind of shows the way Asuka thinks. He over thinks everything, but not the things in the now. He thinks until the definition of things are ripped apart- and on the way he questions his own existence. He questions if all of this was meant to happen. If what he did to Fredrick, to Aria, was truly an act of himself or an act of fate.

And maybe this is me overanalyzing in the "analyze everything" game series, but I think it's in a way shown that Asuka in this song and some parts in general finds fate to be something horrifying. One of the hardest things he has trouble understanding is something out of his control, something that doesn't fit his visual, even if the visual is caring. He couldn't understand why Aria would choose to eventually die than be cryo frozen into a cure, after all. He just... Can't understand it, when isn't the essence of humanity to survive? To live? When he wants to help the people he cares about most? When he loves them, god he loves them, so why would they choose to the "obvious answer" to continue being alive? To continue existence and love and care?

And so he rips down meaning after meaning to do what he can to understand definition and not person, because he doesn't know how.

The reality of truth, the reality of truth

what should we accept?

Reality of truth, reality

This. Makes me fucking insane.

Because it's a part of Asuka, understanding he needs to accept the present. The reality of truth- that Sol isn't Fredrick, and Jack-O isn't Aria. The reality that Sol isn't just gonna be buddy buddy with him again like old times, nor is Aria coming back. That everything has changed, and he barely has. And he can't help but wonder, if he should accept it. If he should accept the now instead of his original goal of making the past real again. He isn't sure, and after the events of Strive ESPECIALLY not sure at all. And it kind of scares him, I think. He fears change so badly, after all.

As the Universe turned black

Okay here's the part that led to me making this post at like seven am. I think the "Universe" turning black is a part of the next lyric, but also its own type of thing. He almost ended humanity. Even if for the people he loves and cares about, even if outside forces were involved- He still almost ended humanity.

And I think this shows how hopeless he felt, witnessing the Crusades. Watching as he knew that was Aria, that was fucking Aria, in Justice. Even if it was a mixture of things, it was still her! It was still her!!!!! And he fucked everything up. And he knows this so god damn well, especially as he witnesses Sol bring her down.

Did the Sun ever defy fate?

This one is connected to the above part, yes. It shows Asuka's fear of fate, shows how he believes it to be inescapable and world ending. After all, when the Sun goes out, so does the world. And when the sun is gone, only black will fill the stars, without the light of the Sun.

But not only that: It's also about Sol.

It's about how Sol, with the Flame of Corruption within, who tries to burn the past and present- and with every attempt, everything traces back to Sol as well, and he's the one to stop it because it's in his way. How Asuka sees what Sol does now as an inescapable path of horrifying, world ending fate. And how Asuka has felt for so long it was his own fate to be killed by Sol.

Beyond it all, do you recognize me?

THE BIG INSANITY INDUCER EVERYONE. MY GOD. I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME.

It's so. Clear as day. It's how Asuka hadn't confronted Sol because he was scared of losing his friends. How Asuka runs away and away and away. How Asuka wonders, I must be so different now. He must not recognize me anymore. How in one of the dialogue things as vs Sol, he says Sol is the one who hasn't changed. And when Sol replies that he's one to talk? It just makes me crazy. Because Asuka sees himself as someone who has changed so god damn much, when he hasn't. He simply hasn't. And he continues the cycle, to fulfill his want for knowledge and understanding of this world and universe. He continues, over and over, and admits it to himself: he's not different. He's so recognizable to the point it's horrifying. He has the hair from the past. He has the demeanor, everything. Meanwhile, Sol has changed so much he could be considered near unrecognizable.

And, in the end, even if he's starting to finally face the present? He wants everything back. He wants Fredrick back. He wants Aria back. He wants it to be the same again, and he wants Sol to recognize him as his friend, not the person who caused him so much despair and pain. He doesn't want Sol. He wants Fredrick. He wants Fredrick.

And, with the backing vocals? The "the wings, the wings, Gravity"? The sun burns Asuka's wings every time, and makes him fall. And he continues to fly again and again, to continue the cycle he made for himself.

So in conclusion. This guy is so fucked up and I think about him a lot.

#guilty gear #guilty gear strive #asuka r kreutz #sol badguy #Fredrick #Aria #jack o valentine #I FORGOT LAST NAMES FOR ARIA AND FRED NAUUUURRR #long post #gif

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chaosnocontrol · 1 year ago

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Sonic oc junk

Silly sonic oc introduction thing?? I guess

This is Kira, aka Kurai

(the more I look at this shitty drawing, the more I feel like I can't draw )

Backstory under the cut, for those who wanna read it :)

Ok so uh, his backstory is still being rewritten, due to the fact that the last 2 I did didn't make much sense, and he was too emo to me, soo.. Yeah, but his backstory now goes something like this:

once apon a time, a hedgehog scientist and a normal wolf lady fell in love ,they get married, blah blah blah, The hedgehog scientist starts to experiment with dark Gaia energy, testing how it affects the mobian body, (this taking place WAY before unleashed) but his reaserch is inconclusive, but just as he started losing hope,getting desperate , he did the unthinkable. He did the experiment on his (sence pregnant) wife, and it worked, just not in the way he expected it to, as it turned her into, what whould be deemed a monster (Basically a werehog but wolf, a werewolf if you will,) and instead of attempting to find a cure for his were-Wife,like a decent husband, He, basicly left her.

So now, the very much pregger single-mom is essentially hated and hunted by the village she once lived in, due to her new form(its in like,very late 90s- early 2000s-ish, and that village was isolated as hell ), so much so , its was to the point that people made folktales about her, (although folktales about beasts in that area were rather common ) and while that was happening, she basicly had to take care of this child, with little to no parental experience, and no one to help her, in the middle of the woods(and probably too stubborn to just give up or ask for help), she did her best to raise this child on her own, skipping a bit through the story...were-wife finds her deadbeat husband, and uh," accidentally" murders him...skipping through more of the story, her child is now, about, four, and she's been doing a surprisingly good job parenting. But remember the folktales? Well now people are claiming to have seen a beast in the forest, causing people to start actively hunting for said beast, and well, it was a bad few months to be a werewolf single mom cuz uh. She got confronted by said hunters, she defended herself(And probably killed one of them..), she was critically injured in the exchang, she retreated, they tracked her down and finished the job..Darn! Right in front of her four year old child! I'm sure that won't cause any issues in the future..

Time skipping a few years.

Kira is like 7 now and has no friends. Nor family (That he knows of :) )

And has just been living off the trash of the local village, small rodents, and the occasional fish, and the locals think he's some sort of creature or pest and children tease him for being weird.

And one day, he met a person,or rather, a fox. Briana fox to be specific (her name is still a wip and might change)an aspiring scientist and engineer who happened to be passing through the village. Blah blah blah, she takes this child under her wing

Yet another timeskip,later..

Briana, at this point, has been working on a project, a project to change the world. (Literally) observing the constant loop of interaction between sonic and eggman: eggman creates a deadly machine, sonic,+Co stop and destroy it, the world continues to constantly be destroyed and rebuilt, and in the eyes of Briana, its like a spiral of ants. Constantly circling in an endless loop untill the inevitable demise of the planet . And she's sick of it. So she devises a plan to enact whats known as the "Genisis wave", using the power of the chaos emeralds, and a machine of her creation. With the assistance of Kira, (whom she re-named "Kurai" after experimenting and geneticly modifying him),and others (Who are still being worked on,but might be revealed in due time )

Those assisting Briana in her hunt, were modified to be able to fight spasific people in sonics "Immediate friend group" (That of whom she just assumed were friends with sonic)

Kurai/ Kira was then modified to be able to go toe-to-toe with sonic himself, matching his speed with his spetilized Water Based "Air shoes" (shoes??? Boots???I don't know anymore), and semi elastic limbs (I wonder where did those come from..)

and thats it! I think-

Thank you for listening to me rambling about my sonic oc :)

ALSO PLEASE EXUSE MY SPELLING MISTAKES AND STORY INCONSISTENCIESh, I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 4 IN THE MORNING-

heres a Kira doodle icon thing for your troubles :)

also, fun fact, if you Google his name, one of the first things that oops up is his old ass wiki page from over 2 years ago that I wish they would delete and I need to rewrite. But I have no fucking clue how . :,)

#art #sth #sonic fanart #rambles #my art #sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic fan character #sonic original character #sonic au #yes. This is the kurai from character.ai #if anyone is wondering #And the first wiki result for when you search up his name

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roboyomo · 6 months ago

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Yea tell us

yyyYIPPPEEEEEE!!!!! okay so i decided. scrap (MOST OF) the context i am just gonna talk about the idea regarding Kenix and Yaku that has been rotting my brain

The important context - At the end of the story of the first arc, aka Yaku's chapter and the final chapter for the first arc, it is revealed that everyone - including the two gods, the entire crew working at the company in Ortu Lunae and the Seven Deadly Sins crew is fated to die as the first universe is being reduced to nothing by the Ommigod, Aileth. They decide the fate of everything as they exist as a concept in outer space, and no one else can change what they have written to be as fate if it is not them who is making the changes. The only survivors destined by fate were exactly Yaku and Kenix. But Yaku has denied the idea of his loved ones dying to the end of the first universe, so he has cursed himself and willingly put himself in a timeloop until he can find a way to save them (Little did he know that now Kenix is also fucking stuck in this timeloop and they are the only ones aware technically). ANYWAYS YEA YAKU'S PI (PI = Peak Insanity, the chapter where the character goes through it. and it is the peak of that. They Are Cursed and are manifesting physical forms of their curses) CHAPTER REVOLVES AROUND HIM ATTEMPTING TO GO BACK TO THE START OF THE LOOP AGAIN AFTER HE HAS FAILED AND KENIX IS TRYING TO STOP THIS GUY BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN MORE THAN 13,000 YEARS AND IT IS NOT WORKING AT ALL. (if you wanna know more about that chapter them let me know!!!! i'll gladly rant about them. ALSO QUICK NOTE, KENIX'S AND KEN'S PI CHAPTER TAKES PLACE BEFORE YAKU'S, WHICH MEANS BY THE TIME THAT THE EVENTS OF YAKU'S CHAPTER HAPPEN, THE CURSE THAT BINDED KENIX TO THIS EVIL NATURE AND WHAT KEPT KEN FROM EXISTING AS A PHYSICAL BEING AND NOT AS A CONCEPT IS BROKEN THEREFORE THEY ARE FREE)

Yea I thought about this one idea for Yaku’s PI chapter a bit more and The partially-cursed form Yaku and Kenix fight where right before the full form of the curse manifests, Yaku wants to hear that Kenix is proud of everything Yaku was able to achieve through his determination despite being so weak at the start, holding onto the last bits of sanity before he fully gets taken over by the curse and he won't be exactly conscious. And additionally,

In the full cursed form battle, Kenix is very obviously not using his full potential when fighting Yaku. He wishes to hurt him as little as possible because he cannot bring himself to kill the last person that knew him on a personal level and was still standing. As well as wanting to let Yaku live and move on eventually so he could continue his journey with Kenix at his side. He still has some sort of hope that he can bring him back to his senses with less damage done to him Meanwhile Yaku is going all out. He is now not aware of his surroundings at all, he just wants to kill Kenix of this timeloop so he could do it all over again. He knows that Kenix will be back anyway if he restarts the loop once again, so he is only just an obstacle to Yaku's another attempt of saving others in this timeloop.

they also. both mirror and parallel each other so hard in the story.

Kenix and Yaku are especially dear to me due to their own parallels and mirrors in the story Kenix has always been about acceptance. The acceptance of his miserable fate, in the end thinking that giving in to his curse and meeting his demise would be the best option of all, while Yaku has always been about denial. He denied everything awful happening to him and he strived forward to change it for the better Which both of the qualities are shown in different lights in their perspective PI chapters - in Kenix's PI chapter, Kenix's acceptance of this destructive fate is what is bound to destroy him through his curse manifesting as the final stage and Yaku's denial that denied the idea of Kenix going out like this eventually saved him from his curse and finally freed him from these hundreds upon hundreds of years of anguish. Though in Yaku's PI chapter, it is shown that Yaku's denial and determination for better things are the reason they are stuck in this loop of misery. He had denied the idea of everyone else dying so he made his duty to give them back their lives when it was, in fact, impossible to complete as a task from the start. Kenix's acceptance is trying to help Yaku be able to move on from this duty of his so he could march down his path further and come to terms with the deaths of his loved ones instead of reversing the deaths in the worst ways possible.

they parallel each other so hard. the depiction of Yaku who is deserving of praise for his determination and the wish to keep everyone safe and happy and the depiction of akenix as someone who accepts awful things far too easily and is not resisting all the terrific incidents, having evil intentions for others Going from that to now Yaku being depicted as the one who brought the misery upon others through that denial alone, while Kenix is depicted as someone who has been able to come to terms with the fact that his loved ones will meet their demise, attempting to let himself grieve. Yaku starting to parallel Kenix’s selfish plans and insane actions while Kenix starts to parallel Yaku’s heroism and the hope that he can save one last person he knows. While also mirroring each other during the start and the end of the First Story Arc. (Yaku's hopeful and determined attitude mirroring Kenix's insane, hopeless and "It cannot be helped" mentality and sticking to his selfish plans at the start of the story, and then the same but in reverse for the end of the story where Kenix is hoping to bring back his nephew and essentially the last person alive that knew him on a personal level, while Yaku is following those same selfish desires and going just as insane.

#i am not okay about them in any way i hold them very dear to my heart.#anyways YEA. WE HAVE MISSED A LOT OF THE MIDDLE PART BUT YAKU IS DEFINITELY NOT AWARE OF HEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS.#i wish to talk about them again because there is. so much to them and their story #they might be my best written characters. amor and apollo taking second place.#yomo ocs?!#yomoposting

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years ago

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter III: Bleed the Freak

masterlist | playlist | chapter II

summary: you continue getting used to your circumstances, staying strong willed in the fight against the one thing you want.

tags/warnings: adult themes, excessive drinking, angst, rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, gnc!reader, slow burn, heartbreak

a/n: am i destroying your lives with how sad these two idiots are yet? hopefully ch IV will be out much sooner, im already writing it. this one is a lot of filler but y’all need to learn what happened in the time gap somehow! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. reblog to support the author!

June 1986

“Tada!” Eddie gestures to your new bed frame, shoved against the wall of a brand new trailer in Forrest Hills.

“You sure you want this? We’ve only been together for six months. What if we hate each other? What if-“

“Sh, sh. Babe, if I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have done it. C’mon, now.” Eddie grabs your mattress from against the wall. “Help me move this?”

You grab the other corners of the mattress, heaving it onto your new frame. “Wanna try it out?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes before shoving him onto the mattress, still without any sheets.

Present Day

Your POV

“So-“ “Um-“ You both speak at the same time.

“You can-“ “You go-“

You both laugh dryly, then fall to an awkward silence. You break it first, “Look, you shouldn’t feel like you have to talk to me, I don’t know what Steve said, but-“

“Y/n, if I didn’t want to talk, I wouldn’t.”

You nod, a little embarrassed.

“How’re you doing?” You ask him finally.

He raises an eyebrow at you, genuine confusion written on his features. “How am I doing? That’s a stupid question.” You roll your eyes. This is the most you’ve spoken to him in years, and none of it is substantial. You squirm under his glare, suddenly very aware of your shoes.

“Look, I’m not happy about it either, seeing you has brought up a lot of unwanted memories.”

“Unwanted?” You almost think he sounds hurt.

You nod, your lips pressed together. Icing Eddie out is the only way you see yourself making it through the season. “You think I wanna drag up all our dirty laundry on my first big tour? It’s not like we ended things too amicably. This shouldn’t be at the forefront of my mind right now.”

Eddie shrugs, his arms crossed over his chest. “I didn’t know you still felt so strongly.” You can’t tell if he’s putting on an act, or if he’s finally over you.

“Well, how do you feel?” You shouldn’t care. You should stop talking to him right now, actually.

He shrugs again. “Album cover kinda threw me for a loop.” He chuckles nervously.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

Eddie snorts, but he doesn’t look amused. “How’d you imagine me finding out, then?”

“You wouldn’t have been anywhere close to me, for one. I dunno, I pictured you watching MTV or something, or seeing it at a record store and falling to your knees.” You try to joke, but he doesn’t laugh. “Something less immediate, I guess.”

“So you’ve been thinking about me?”

You groan, “I didn’t really have a choice, considering the subject matter.” Eddie looks at you, worry carved into his forehead. “You haven’t listened to it yet, huh?”

“Should I be concerned?”

It’s your turn to shrug. “Depends on how you receive it, I guess.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

You take a sip of your drink, willing it to get you drunker. “I’m not trying to reassure you. I don’t need your feelings on my conscience.” It comes out harsher than you intend, and Eddie winces at your words. You don’t take them back though. The further you can push Eddie away, the better both your chances for a good tour are, you’re convinced.

“Right, well, I’m gonna go.”

You nod. “I think that’s a good idea.”

He turns, throws the door open, and saunters out of the green room. It takes everything in you not to break down.

Eddie’s POV

Ouch. Eddie isn’t sure what he expected, but he can feel his hopes crash down. His heart sinks to his stomach as he wills himself back into the crowd. No one’s around to guard him, and he lets the fans swarm like locusts, ready to eat him alive.

“Hey, HEY! Back up, move aside!” Steve comes galloping from the far side of the room, wiggling his lanky limbs between sweaty bodies as they fight to reach the tips of Eddie’s fingers, or the ends of his hair. “Eddie, man, what the fuck are you doing?! You need to tell a guard, or me, when you do this shit!” Steve’s shrieking over the screaming girls surrounding him. Eddie ignores his protests, snatching markers to sign tickets, posters, and any pieces of skin offered to him. It doesn’t fill the void in his chest, the one you’d left when you ripped his heart out, but it’s a welcome distraction. It feels good to mean something to these strangers without having to give a shit about them in return.

Just as Eddie’s thoughts are about to pull him under, Steve yanks his wrist out of the mob of people, and into a seat at the bar. “Nope, no, Eddie’s not signing things right now, you gotta go.” Steve shoos the remaining kids away, while Eddie waves at the few that catch his eyes. “Are you suicidal?” Steve sits back into his own stool. Eddie avoids the question, biting his bottom lip until he tastes blood. “Oh my god, are you suicidal? What happened?”

Instead of answering right away, Eddie waves the bartender down, and orders his fourth whiskey of the evening. The room is only slightly spinning, Eddie knows how to hold his liquor. He’d rather face the consequences tomorrow than have his mind stuck on you all night, the words that flew from your tongue and right into his heart, somehow breaking it all over again.

When she returns with his drink, Eddie hands the bartender a five, sending the busty brunette a wink. She giggles at him pathetically, leaning into Eddie to whisper in his ear. He nods his response, whispering back to her before she skips away, a shit eating grin on her face.

Steve can’t help but sit there, mouth agape, eyes wide. “What?” Eddie asks, almost innocently.

“What the hell was that?”

“She told me when she gets off, I told her she could help me get off.” Eddie shrugs. When she returns, she slides him a piece of paper with her number scribbled on it. “Thanks, darlin’. I’ll be sure to call.” He’s grown used to the attention from people, fans of not. It’s easy to get into bed with someone when there aren’t strings attached. Eddie hasn’t let himself love since losing you. On tour he chooses to fill his spare time with meaningless sex, trying his best not to picture you on top of him instead. But he’d never say that out loud, even to Steve.

Steve can read Eddie like a book, though. “That shit isn’t healthy, man. It’s not my business as your friend what you do or who you do it with, but as your Record Label Assigned Babysitter for this tour, it’s the first thing I need to watch out for.” He tries getting Eddie to look at him, but his eyes are behind him, already signaling the bartender to bring him a fifth drink. “Alright, that’s it. I’m cutting you off.” Steve yanks Eddie’s free arm as hard as he can, managing to bring him to his feet.

“C’mon, big boy, let me play a little longer.” Eddie whines, making a scene of grabbing for the counter.

Steve only rolls his eyes before tossing another three dollars onto the bar, and begins dragging Eddie back towards the dressing rooms while shielding him as best he can from the crowd.

You POV

It’s 3AM when you and Robin finally swing your hotel room door open. “That wasn’t so bad!” Robin exclaims, ripping her tight t-shirt over her head in favor of a much baggier one. You do the same, ripping your dress from your body like you’re unwrapping a christmas present. Once you’ve pulled up your shorts, you climb into your bed, facing Robin as she mirrors your position.

“It was kinda bad.” You mumble, avoiding her gaze.

Her eyes widen. “Do tell?”

You sigh, knowing this will probably all reach Steve by lunch tomorrow whether Eddie tells him or Robin. You decide there’s nothing worth dancing around it. “I talked to Eddie.” Robin’s mouth falls open, but she doesn’t interrupt. “Not for long, not really about anything. I think I might’ve been a bit mean. I told him I didn’t care how he felt about the album.”

Robin’s quiet for a second, hopefully not completely judging your character. “I think you do care. Immensely.” There’s no hint of sarcasm in her voice, she’s simply telling it like it is. And of course, she’s right. “You told me yourself, when we were writing Decay With Me, you didn’t want to hold him back from his dreams, right? So you never told him about us getting signed to Sub Pop.” It rips you apart hearing Robin’s gentle voice give you such a harsh reality check.

“I know, and I still stand by that decision. I’m sure he’s grateful for it.” It hurts to speak the words out loud, but you mean them. Eddie deserves to be the rockstar he was born to be, and you were only ever holding him back. Getting signed was an excuse to leave, but telling him that would have had him trying to make it work between you two. If you were being honest with yourself, you wanted the space from him, too. You’d wanted to find who you were outside of Eddie, beyond your relationship with him, and all you’d discovered was that you’d made a huge mistake.

Eddie’s POV

He hunches over the toilet of his hotel room, making noises he’d previously only heard in horror movies. He can usually hold his liquor, but all the whiskey combined with his conversation with you has left him drained and sick. Luckily, he has the hotel room to himself, and plans to use that to his advantage. He pulls the bartender’s number out of his pocket. When he can’t read the numbers, he tosses it in the trash.

When the room stops spinning, Eddie rises from his spot on the floor, heaving himself to his feet. He barely makes it to the bed, where he flops down onto the mattress, still fully clothed. He lands on something sharp, and rummages around in his jacket until he pulls the CD out of his pocket. Eddie inspects it again, willing himself to open it. Instead he flips it over, and reads the track list.

Decay With Me

Choke On It

Underneath Hell

Pretty Boy

Indiana

Broken Brain

Tighten Up

Skin Deep

Smell Her On You

Tinnitus

Going Home

He reads them over and over again, theorizing what they could be about before he plays the album. He’s not even sure he wants to listen, if he’s ready for the words you could’ve written about him. He’s written his own, about you, masking his feelings in analogy and imagery, but you’ve always been unafraid of saying exactly what you mean. He knows it will be the reality check he needs to really get over you, but he wants to keep his grip on the false hope for as long as he can. He shoves the album into his suitcase, willing his brain to forget about it for now.

“Up and at ‘em, big guy!” Steve barges into Eddie’s hotel room early, rousing him from another dream about you, or nightmare about the Upside Down, immediately making him aware of the intense pounding in his head. He throws his pillow over his face and groans as Steve busies opening the shades. “C’mon, man,” He yanks the comforter off of Eddie, pulling another frustrated growl from him. “You have press all day today, or did you forget that when you were drowning yourself in liquor?”

“Just give me five minutes and another whiskey, I’ll be good as new!” Eddie whines into the pillow. Steve exhales as Eddie rolls over, hands resting on his hips as he makes sure Eddie commits to standing up.

“Are you able to function?” Steve’s tone is stern, and guilt settles deeply into Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah, man. I’m good.”

“What the hell happened last night?”

“You walked me to my fuckin’ death is what happened.” Eddie spits as he enters the bathroom to splash water on his tired face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/n wanted nothing to do with me. Told me they don’t care about,” he air quotes, “‘my feelings.’”

Steve looks at Eddie with genuine sympathy. “I’m sorry, man. They’re gonna be a lot harder to break than I thought. Just know they didn’t mean that.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I should’ve known better than to listen to you.”

“You can cry about how I’m the devil on our way to the interview, let’s go!”

“The devil would let me have another drink.” Eddie mumbles, gathering his clothes from the previous night.

“Not gonna happen!”

Your POV

The shoot for Spin Magazine is hectic, with stylists and makeup artists bustling around you like a glamorous pit crew. Right now, you’re in clothes you’d wear everyday; an oversized flannel, a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, a long black skirt, and big, thick boots. Despite the comfort of familiarity, the outfit is still purposefully exaggerated, but it’s nothing compared to the dress waiting for you on the rack.

You try your best not to squirm while Harley does your makeup. She’s the one friend you hadn’t lost touch with from Boston. She’d made a point of insisting on being your personal makeup artist “when you make it big.” Though you’d snorted at her words only a decade ago, you kept your promise.

Harley moves on to Robin, patting dark red eyeshadow on her eyelids. You inspect yourself in the vanity, the mirror streaked and dusty. Something turns in your stomach as your thoughts escape you. Death Dance is still a relatively small name in your scene, even since getting signed. Having all of this attention on you is something you still can’t fathom. You wanted this, you do want this, but you’re not so sure you can handle the pressure. People are constantly watching you, some even waiting for you to fail.

“Y/n?!”

“Yeah, hi, what?” You’re snapped out of your spiral before you get too stuck, knowing it’s a breakdown you’ll return to later.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for like five minutes!” Robin waves her hand in front of your face, and you don’t even blink. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I'm great! Let’s get this show on the road!” You shrug your shoulders, shaking off the weight stuck on your back. Sylvie comes up behind you, clasping their hands on your shoulders, and you relax at their touch.

“You got this. Let’s go look sexy!”

The rest of your bandmates agree with piercing cheers, and you join them.

Eddie’s POV

“So, on your new album Freak Show, there’s a song titled Sweetheart. It’s far different from the rest of the tracks, a calming break before the climax of Severed Thumb and Wiped Clean. What influenced this mood change?”

The interviewer is a young girl, probably in college. She’s wearing a light blue blouse, buttoned all the way to the top, and a pair of white jeans. She sits across from Eddie in their dressing room, as he waits for CC to be called for their shoot. Eddie bounces his leg nervously, jonesing for a cigarette.

“Uh, well,” he laughs timidly, “Sweetheart is about someone that was once very close to me. It’s about love and loss, and a whole shit ton of heartbreak, and the one person that never made me feel like, the freak, y’know?”

The girl nods, scribbling something on her notepad. “Do you still talk to this person?” She’s not prying for explicit information, unlike plenty of interviewers Eddie’s experienced.

“That’s um, it’s complicated.” No. It isn’t. He doesn’t talk to you anymore, not on purpose. Beyond the failed conversation last night, Eddie doesn’t know if he’ll ever get to speak to you again outside of shop talk.

She moves on. “Who would you consider to be Corroded Coffin’s influences? Biggest inspirations?”

Eddie hates this question. He doesn’t try to make his music sound like anyone else’s, but originality is dead in the eyes of art, he’s learned. He humors her. “We’re all really big Metallica fans. Master of Puppets has a huge spot in my heart. Bands like Rage Against the Machine, Nine Inch Nails, and Alice in Chains were also on frequent rotation during the early stages of writing. Bleed the Freak is a masterpiece of a song.”

The interview continues, with Eddie trying his best to stay focused. He spots you walking down the hallway, past his room, dressed in a long tattered dress, your bandmates in suits of the same condition. He wonders how you must feel, being in the spotlight for real for the first time.

“Eddie, wrap it up, your turn for makeup.” Steve snaps him back to reality. Eddie sends Steve a thumbs up, and the interviewer says her goodbyes before shuffling out of the dressing room. As soon as the door closes, Eddie sends a shot of whiskey down his throat, and wills himself to continue the day.

chapter IV

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casliveblog · 2 months ago

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Custom Toonami Block Week 191 Rundown

The Witch from Mercury: Now that we’ve basically had a soft reboot for the status quo from the start of the series, Suletta’s overcompensating and doubling down on her slice of life shenanigans, trying to forget what kind of series she’s really in. You know as soon as they gave her the Holder title I knew there’d be an arc where they rip it away from her, idk if it was that predictable but to be fair I didn’t see exactly how it would come about either. Seeing her struggling, Chuchu actually grabs hold of relevance again and plans a trip for Suletta to go tell Miorine off for being awful to her, always nice to see the rat girl being plot relevant. The one generic Earth House kid is left behind and gets wiretapped by the one tan girl everyone makes porn of and neither have had enough plot relevance for me to remember their names. Nika, Fake Ceres #2 and Norea hang out in the closet of people that don’t wanna be part of the plot right now and basically confirm all the things we already know about the Fake Cereses project where his goal is basically to win the Game of Thrones by just not dying longer than anybody else, basically the Peta Hunger Games strategy. Guel’s having trouble securing support for his company given he’s literally a kid fresh out of school whose resume are beating the main character in a fight and two weeks as a space janitor. Prospera reveals that apparently everyone was fucking around with Gundam shit behind the scenes and Guel’s dad was making a secret Gundam before the series began too, as well as another separate machine that’s supposed to link with Aerial. Miorine is not having this and refuses to associate with any show of force, instead resolving to go to Earth where Shaddiq has inadvertently stoked the riots against the Fortune 500 so she can give peace talks and completely rebuke the ‘if you want peace prepare for war’ philosophy Prospera is trying to push on her. While on her way to see Miorine, Suletta finds Aerial just open and follows her Frieren Mimic instincts and hops right in, venting in her safe space about how bad she feels about stuff and bro it’s about to get a lot worse. The Eri spirits contact her and tell her now that they’ve achieved a high connection to the world they don’t need Suletta at all (which is like the WORST thing you can tell Suletta) and that she’s a clone and all that shit but now Aerial can move on its own and both they and Prospera tell Suletta to just go back to school and continue doing slice of life shit which is honestly a lot more benevolent than I thought they’d be, like I still get why Suletta’s upset at being used and thrown out, that’s consistent for her character but I also thought the process of Eri’s incarnation would be more of a problem given Miorine basically sold her soul to avoid it but no Suletta’s fine and gets to go back to school and shit and that sucks for her but also why was Miorine so dead set on Suletta not being a part of this anymore when she basically did the whole plan anyway and turned out relatively unharmed? Guess it depends on what comes next in the plan and what Suletta is specifically being excused from.

Inuyasha The Final Act: It’s the finale of the battle with Naraku, two hundred episodes in the making and ngl everyone kinda steamrolls him, they’ve spent the entire series powering up OHKO attacks to get around his bullshit so even when he has an infinite regeneration loop powered by an infinite energy source he doesn’t stand a chance. His last gambit is to lurch his huge spide corpse towards Kaede’s village and crush it in on last move of pathetic spite. That’s ridiculously in-character for Naraku since his whole character is spite but given we’ve seen dozens of villages destroyed over the course of the series and the only one we really care about from Kaede’s village is Kaede it probably doesn’t hit as hard as it probably should despite the place being basically the home base for the whole series. Feels like they missed the opportunity to write some filler episodes fleshing out some extras from the village once they realized this was where the series was going but oh well. As they destroy Naraku’s body Kagome gets one final flash of insight and sees the jewel, repeating the mantra she gave herself at the beginning of the series to believe in herself and shoot to pierce the Shikon Jewel, only this time it doesn’t shatter but seems to be actually wounded by the arrow that contains all the growth Kagome’s gained over the course of the series (feel like the anime missed an opportunity for a cool flashback here to remind everyone this is a callback to her shattering the jewel the first time but again oh well). Naraku makes it to the Bone Eater’s Well and is basically in fetus mode, saying he didn’t get Kikyo like he wanted and in the end the jewel was just using him too, sucking Kagome into a Meidou and Inuyasha following soon after once they realize the well disappeared. We basically get a retread of the dream sequence from the Tsubaki arc where Kagome’s back in the modern era and everything suspiciously forms around her having a normal life until she suddenly remembers Inuyasha. Meanwhile Kagome’s family see the well disappeared and start freaking out, even her friends being clued in on something supernatural going on as Inuyasha shouts from the depths of hell that he’ll find her. The last ploy of the Shikon Jewel unfolds as it bids Kagome to make a wish on it, any wish that will give it power over her, make her need its power to achieve her goals will suck her into it to replace Midoriko and Naraku to replace Magatsuhi so it can be reborn and continue to cause havoc throughout the world as Inuyasha races to save her. I kinda like how the preview for the last episode doesn’t fuck around like they straight up tell you Kagome’s gonna get out of this and the last episode will be mostly epilogue it’s just kinda funny, reminds me of the Yu Yu Hakusho episode previews where they’re like ‘yeah that cliffhanger isn’t gonna be what most of the episode is about”.

Castlevania: Isaac is having a change of heart and the fires of his revenge are starting to cool as he rebuilds the town he destroyed and starts to revel in being the leader in an army instead of a pawn, refusing to get roped into Varney’s schemes and having a weird combination of a power trip and a redemption arc. Meanwhile Striga and Morana are having doubts about the feasibility of controlling and maintaining half the known world because this is the “everyone gets cold feet about everything they’re doing” arc and idk how I feel about it, like I guess it’s realistic to be hit with the logistics of all the grand plans of the previous seasons but having everyone just kinda not feel so great about everything so suddenly during this season feels like backpedalling and makes everyone seem wishy-washy. The conversation’s a bit interrupted when they get attacked by random farmers trying to rip open their tents and we find out Striga basically hat Guts’s armor from Berserk and has a really cool scene ripping the entire army to shreds, realizing in the process that no matter how hard the push down that there’ll always be shitty rebellions across such a wide breadth of lands they’ll have to keep tabs on. Lastly we get Trevor and Sypha examining Targoviste and seeing whatever the so-called Underground Court has been doing it hasn’t done shit for the people suffering like shit hasn’t been rebuilt at all and even all the bodies are basically still in the streets so they’re not too keen on helping this kangaroo court.

Konosuba: It’s the final episode of the season and it’s time for a climax! Kazuma gives Alderp the entire amount of Darkness’s debt and lets the wedding crowd have at it like ‘yup, here it is, now it’s your job to keep it’ and they crash the wedding with Kazuma basically implying he owns Darkness now which they get as much mileage out of as you’d imagine. Megumin and Yunyun also crash the entrance to break them out and Megumin threatens to nuke the whole city and no one is entirely convinced she’s not crazy enough to just do it. She eventually has to hold in an Explosion spell like a really big fart and detonates it partway above the town and the way it’s animated reminds me of the breaching of Wall Maria in Attack on Titan which is really funny. All the Adventurers of the guild refuse to go after Darkness for her bounty and even get in the way of the cops trying to to after her so the group can make a clean getaway. I really like how this season has fleshed out the side-adventurers and how they’re all similar scumbags to Kazuma to a somewhat lesser degree. They meet up with Darkness’s dad to say goodbye before fleeing the country but as usual Aqua figures out it’s just a curse and heals him. Like they said they couldn’t heal someone who died of natural causes so I get why they didn’t do that before but like… did they even try? Aqua says it was a doozy of a curse so maybe the previous priests were just weaker than Aqua and assumed it was natural because they couldn’t cure it but it seems like that’d have come up at some point. Anyway turns out Alderp had the other Isekai Treasure that summons a demon Maxwell whose powers are basically like Rett Con from Rick and Morty where he’s allowed to change anything he wants and pretend like it’s always been that way. Vanir shows up to bust out his demon buddy, revealing that was his plan all along to flush Alderp out and Maxwell harvests Alderp’s soul Princess and the Frog style after their contract is concluded. Now that the guy that’s pressing charges on them mysteriously disappeared the group is free to go because that’s how law works I guess. Kazuma even gets his money back for saving Darkness’s dad and the group laughs over the idea that Darkness joins Senku in the ‘momentarily married to a royal’ club. This was a pretty fun season, definitely a lot more going on than Season 2 and a lot more moments of sincerity than Season 1 which is what I was looking for all along, I know the VNs are done so idk how many more seasons there’ll be of it presuming they keep the anime going since it seems to be a hit but I’ll be looking forward to it.

Delicious in Dungeon: Izutsumi takes Marcille hostage and demands to have her curses lifted, the group make her some food and get to work but end up getting interrupted and fighting the paper shinigami she was cursed with while Senshi goes into Sanji modes and gets pissy about her wasting food. Honestly I’m surprised it took this long for them to find a picky eater, feel like that’s a lot more common (I say as a picky eater x.x) but they do end up recruiting her despite telling her they probably can’t remove her cat-person curse and make her human and realistically have no plan for what to do about Falin so they’re making it up as they go along. Next Marcille gets attacked by a dream demon and Laios has to Inception into her dream to save her and we find out she basically has the same fear as Frieren has where she watches people she loves die way faster than she does and given she’s only about fifty and her people live to be four hundred this problem is only going to get worse from here. Laios gives her the empowerment speech for her to wish for Mad Mage’s Grimmoire to bonk the fear of death in the face with and they escape. It’s really funny that in the end Marcille remembers Laios as a fluffy dog and we really are just doubling down on Laios having that dog in him. Kinda confusing that the Nightmare Demons are actually mollusks that sneak into pillows like if it’s a physical thing you’d think checking for those before you sleep would be standard protocol in a dungeon.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: The group continues to agonize over how to beat Frieren’s clone, finding out from the survivor of the previous episode’s party and Lawnie’s familial info that the clones are basically AI mud dolls created by a monster hiding at the end of the dungeon. Fern makes a plan to take advantage of Frieren’s slight weakness to sneak attacks during battle and the others stand guard to hold off the remaining clones. Frieren fights herself in a world-ending battle, giving her clone an opening she can take advantage of and giving Fern the opening she needs to quickdraw kill her. Frieren flashes back to talking with Serie after Flamme’s death and apparently humans didn’t practice magic on any sort of scale before Flamme, basically needing special permission to not be burned as a witch and Flamme was literally the birth of human magecraft not just because she was strong but because she actually founded the instiutions that made it legal for humans to practice magic, with the global magical arms race that entails and the doors of defeating the demon king that opens up, even if she only did it so more people could experience the simple joy of magic she felt. This is all fascinating but bottom line is Serie claims a human mage will someday kill Frieren and we’re doing some loopholes here since Fern is technically killing her clone.

Revolutionary Girl Utena: So as expected this episode is about Nanami and as such is a complete fucking farce. Nanami notices a suspicious amount of accidents happening around her and assumes someone’s trying to kill her which is kind of a safe bet because she’s awful. She goes to Utena and Miki about it and then overhears her brother and Anthy talking about killing roaches and comes to the logical conclusion that her brother has put a hit out on her and is using the most clumsy pacifist girl in the school to carry it out. This culminates when a wild horse is let loose in the school (THERE’S A HORSE IN THE HOSPITAL) and a little kid saves her, thus becoming her boyfriend because that’s how shit works in this universe even though he’s like half her age and that’s even more illegal than the stuff she’s usually into. Still since we’ve established that Nanmi’s awful, having a ten year old for a boyfriend basically means he becomes her butler and does a lot of menial chores and random fighting for her. Sidenote but I kinda like how Anthy’s mostly absent this episode and it’s Utena and Miki reacting to all this shit, like Miki’s just kinda slid right into the friend group pretty easily, given has the last episode ended I wasn’t sure what his status was but it’s nice to see he and Utena are still on good terms. Mitsuru reveals that he actually set Nanami up so he could save her by reenacting something he watched Touga save her from as a kid, essentially paralleling him with Utena as wanting to emulate someone cool they saw as a child rather than filling the opposite part of the romance plot. I really like the gag of Nanami hearing this like she’s wiretapped him or something but really she’s just standing right in front of him holding a microphone, it’s so fucking dumb, this girl drags the IQ of the plot down by like fifty points whenever she’s on screen. However turns out there’s a THIRD wild animal on the loose because Nanami’s plots love the rule of threes and only one of these was staged, now a Kangaroo is on the loose and kicks Utena’s ass which I think means the Kangaroo gets Anthy now, but Nanami does show a little concern for Mitsuru and saves him out of basic concern for losing a hired hand, so she’s still awful but she doesn’t want her minions to die at least. Touga comes and fucking punches out the kangaroo out of nowhere and the three leave to be a weird semi-incestuous threesome that deserve each other. Meanwhile Utena’s just sitting there like ‘fuck bro that guy just one-shot a fucking Kangaroo and I’m gonna have to fight him, shit…’

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #The Witch from Mercury #Inuyasha #Castlevania #Konosuba #Delicious in Dungeon #Frieren #Sousou no Frieren #Revolutionary Girl Utena

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amber-lucca44 · 2 months ago

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Artists Of The Month (August 2024) ⭐

1. Metallica

So, continuing what I was doing last month, I kept listening to discographies of some of my favorite artists. Metallica was one of them, and well they have lots of albums so here they are. 😅♥️

And their discography... Metallica in the 80s? Yes. Yes always. Amazing run of 4 thrash metal classics. I think we can all agree those 4 albums are some of the best metal albums ever.

90s and early 2000s...? Uhhhhhhh... Well the self titled was great. 🙂😭

Anyways yeah, Metallica was artist of the month by quite a bit lol. As for songs, didn't replay much songs in particular, maybe "Creeping Death" and "Seek & Destroy" a bit. ♥️

2. The Used

As for The Used, amazing discography mostly 💖

Their debut has to be my favorite album by them, but not by much at all, since just about every one of their albums are consistently great (maybe "The Canyon" wasn't as good to me as the other ones, but they never really missed ♥️)

As for songs, there were a few I replayed a bit, mostly "Watered Down" and "The Lottery" (The Used and Caleb Shomo ahhhhhhh 😭💖💖)

3. The Pretty Reckless

The Pretty Reckless being here was a combination of both hearing their discography and playing a few songs on loop lol. 😅💕

Well first of all, all of their albums so far have been great (hard to ever miss when you have vocals by Taylor Momsen tbh 😭💖). Death By Rock And Roll was my favorite, but not by much. 😅♥️

As for the songs I looped, "Heaven Knows" was probably the song I played the most this month in general lol ♥️

Other songs I played a lot were probably "Make Me Wanna Die" and "Miss Nothing" 💖

4. Nas

Nas' discography is... Bumpy as hell lol. Bumpier than Metallica's, they had a solid decade at least. My experience hearing Nas' discography was like a coin toss every time, never knew if I'd love it or not. An amazing album could follow a 1/10 lol 😂😭

I'm undecided on which is my favorite album though. Illmatic, God's Son and Hip Hop Is Dead, as well as the King's Disease trilogy (mostly KDIII), are all in contention 😭♥️

As for songs, there were a few I played a lot, maybe "Michael & Quincy", "All Bad" and "Get Down" were the three I replayed the most 💕

5. Architects / You Me At Six (they tied 😗)

Oh damn look another draw 😭

With Architects, I finished listening to their discography again as you might have expected ig (amazing music 😭♥️), and yeah replayed a few songs a bit, like "Doomsday", "Gone With The Wind" and "Naysayer" ♥️

As for You Me At Six, I didn't actually listen to any of their albums this month, they are 100% here based on individual songs I played a lot, mostly "If You Run", "Deep Cuts" and "Save It For The Bedroom" 😁💖💕

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mylesstories · 1 year ago

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incorrect quotes !!

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mari: wake me up-

marco: before you go go

julia: when september ends

caleb: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

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mari: you know, marco gives caleb flowers everyday, i wish you’d do that too.

julia: okay

*later*

julia: *gives caleb flowers*

caleb: ???

julia: i don’t know, i’m confused as well

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caleb: stop doing that

marco: doing what?

caleb: saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you

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marco: be a better person!!

caleb: why?!

marco: because someone needs to have morals in this relationship, and it sure as fuck ain’t gonna be me, sweetheart!!

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marco: i owe you one

caleb: that’s okay. you can just date me and we’ll call it even

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marco: would you slap lucas-

mari: yes.

marco: i didn’t even finish!

mari: sorry, continue.

marco: would you slap lucas for $10?

mari: i would do it for free

lucas: rude…

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caleb: you get turned back into a baby, but you retain all your skills and memory. what do you do?

mari: eat a nickel

caleb: a reminder: you have retained all your skills and memories

leo: eat a nickel

caleb: okay.

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lucas: hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?

marco: why?

lucas: i want to wander around playing it to annoy leo

marco: technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that

lucas: marco, you have opened my eyes

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caleb: julia doesn’t look very happy

mari: that’s her happy. she’s just a bitch

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leo: hey, you want a tarot reading?

caleb: those are pokémon cards

leo: you got a magikarp

caleb: …

leo: it means “fuck you”

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mari: i’ve been dropping her the most insanely obvious hints for, like, a year now. no response

julia: wow. she sounds stupid

mari: but she’s not. she’s really smart, actually. just dense

julia: maybe you need to be more obvious? like, i don’t know… “hey! i love you!”

mari: i guess you’re right. hey julia! i love you!

julia: see? just say that!

mari: holy fucking shit

julia: if that flies over her head then, sorry mari, but they’re too dumb for you

mari: julia.

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mari: i am so cool. i am an absolute chad. i am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness-

julia: hi!

mari: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

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julia: being gay is a constant battle between “i wish to sit on a window bench with my girlfriend, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds” and “hey, let’s go throw rocks at fascists” and i think that’s very sexy of us

mari: if the window’s open and you time it right, you can do both

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“you’re straight”

caleb: the fuck, no i’m not

leo: excuse the hell out of you?

lucas: ding dong, you are wrong!

julia: who told you that? and why did they lie?

mari: rude

marco: *punches the person*

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caleb: marco and i were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us

julia: what did you do?

caleb: he chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window and-

marco: *walking in* who wants a steering wheel?

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lucas: can you cut me some slack, leo? i’m sort of in love

leo: i’m sorry, but that’s not really my problem

lucas: i’m in love with you

leo: *blushes* oh. that brings me in the loop a little

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leo: count me in!

mari: who the hell are you?

leo: oh, you know my brother! he worked at wendy’s

mari: oh yeah, caleb! how is he doing?

leo: oh yeah, not too good. he’s been dead for the past month

lucas: what the hell, he didn’t tell us!

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marco, wearing shades: rule one of destroying the world

marco: *does finger guns* you gotta look good while doing it

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lucas: do you want to explain this text you sent me last night?

leo: it was autocorrect

lucas: autocorrect wrote “you’re so hot. please step on me”?

leo: yes.

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caleb: being gay isn’t a choice. it’s a game and i’m winning

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marco: yeah, well, i’ve never died so how do i know that god is real

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caleb: ugh, crushes are so dumb

marco: i know. whenever i’m near the person i like i just start acting stupid

caleb: but you’re always acting stupid?

marco: …

marco: yeah, don’t think about that too hard

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lucas: my level of gay has reached “sighing deeply whenever anything extremely heterosexual happens near me”

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marco: i’m gonna nickname my hypothetical child “lil bitch”

julia: i see you’re passing on your name

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marco: i know you love them

leo: i am not in love with lucas!

marco, staring at leo: i never said who…

leo: *realises*

leo: shit. well, anyways-

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julia: i’ve invited you here because i crave the deadliest game

marco, nodding: knife monopoly

julia: i was actually gonna play russian roulette, but now i’m really interested in whatever knife monopoly is

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julia: italics

marco: yeah, italians

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caleb: i’m an expert in identifying birds

mari: okay, what about those ones flying over there?

caleb: yeah, they’re all birds

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lucas: my life is a little too much panic and not enough disco

marco: my life is a little too much fall and not enough boy

mari: my life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance

leo: my life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons

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mari: you know what i asked santa for this christmas?

julia: if you say me, i swear i’ll-

mari: you? what? no, i asked him for that cool ninjago set we saw in target!

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mari: i think we can all agree i’m the ten amongst these threes

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lucas: i started school with straight a’s. now i’m not even straight

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caleb: do you guys hear something?

mari: i hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up

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marco: i don’t need to go to bed. i’m not tired, i’ll be fine

caleb: but, darling, i’ll be so lonely without you. come curl up in my arms so i can feel whole again

marco: o-oh. well. are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?

caleb: is it working?

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lucas: i believe in you, julia!

julia, to herself: god, i must suck. the nicest thing lucas can think to say to me is that he doesn’t doubt my existence

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noah: go to sleep or you’ll hate yourself in the morning!

leo: i’ll hate myself in the morning regardless

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caleb: let’s all agree that going up the stairs on all fours is actually the best experience on earth

noah: conversely, going down the stairs on all fours is actually the most terrifying experience on earth

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*marco and lucas enter a dive bar*

marco: look, i know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink

lucas, in a scuba diving suit: i would like to leave, please

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lucas: guys! i found a 100 dollar bill!

lucas: *looks around* … should i keep it?

julia: lucas, just do the right thing

noah: and put it in your bag

julia: no—

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leo: *spits a mouthful of blood onto the floor* you’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths

dentist: please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you

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mari: where are you going?

marco: hell, eventually

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lucas: wanna head some dark humour

mari: yeah, i love dark humour

lucas: alright

lucas: *turns off the lights*

lucas: knock knock

mari: turn the damn lights back on

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lucas: im bored, any suggestions?

julia: sleeping is nice

lucas: i acknowledge your suggestion, and i’m deciding to ignore it

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marco: you remind me of the ocean

mari: because i’m deep and mysterious?

marco: no, because youre full of salt and you scare people

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julia: can i have your number?

mari, visibly texting: i don’t have a phone

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noah: here you go, mari, a nice hot cup of coffee!

mari: it’s cold

noah: a nice cup of coffee

mari: it’s horrible!

noah: a cup of coffee

mari: im not sure if this even IS coffee

noah: c u p

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caleb: i’ve been described as a “heartless villain” and a “little shit”, but i prefer… “has alternative ways of having fun”

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julia: team a will consist of myself, marco, mari and lucas

julia: team b will consist of caleb

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marco: *dies*

julia: timer starts now! when is he coming back? i say two months!

lucas: bullshit. one month

mari: nah, half a month

noah, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MARCO JUST DIED!

caleb, scratching his chin in thought: one week

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marco: did you wash the dishes?

leo: i thought you wanted to do that…

marco: *chuckles* you were WRONG

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lucas: why does julia always do the laundry so loudly?

marco: so everyone knows that no one helps her out in the house

julia, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

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caleb: if i had a face like yours, i’d put it on a wall and throw a brick at it

leo: if i had a face like YOURS, i’d put it on a brick and throw a wall at it

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lucas: so, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department”

lucas: now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing

lucas: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

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noah: if julia and i were drowning, who would you save?

mari: you two can’t swim?

noah: it’s a hypothetical question, mari! who would you save?

mari: my time and effort

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leo: julia, take out the trash

julia: sure, noah, will you go out on a date with me?

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caleb: remember everyone, violence is never the answer

noah: you’re right, caleb… violence can’t be the answer

caleb: correct, noah. now, onto the next lesso—

noah: violence is the question

noah: and the answer is yes!

caleb: noah, no!!

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leo, upon learning how julia did a magic trick: so you’re not magic?

julia: well, not really

leo: you’re just a liar

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caleb: quick! you must come with me! you’re in great danger!

mari: why?!

caleb: because i’ll kill you if you don’t

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mari: what are your three best qualities?

julia: i’m hot, i have soft hair, and sometimes i cry because i love my friends

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leo: are you trying to give me a fucking aneurysm?

caleb: pretty sure we all are

lucas: i wasn’t

marco: i was

mari: i was trying to stop him, for your consideration

julia: i just cause aneurysms naturally

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mari: what do people in relationships even do?

marco: care about someone with your whole heart and dedicate your life to making them happy

mari: okay. didn’t ask

julia: asks question

julia: “didn’t ask”

mari: thanks for the play by play, captain fuck

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noah and marco: *speaking spanish*

noah: i know, i know

mari: you speak spanish?

noah: no, i just know the phrase “this is all your fault” in every language marco speaks

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julia: i am 39 cheetos tall

leo: why… are you measuring your height in cheetos?

julia: because we’re out of doritos

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noah: do you love marco?

caleb: yeah, i do

noah: julia! i told you i knew it! you owe me 100 bucks!

julia: we all love marco. you should’ve asked if he was IN love with him

caleb: i thought that was implied

julia: …

noah: …

caleb, looking straight at julia: congrats noah, you just won 100 bucks

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marco: can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project?

noah: do it or you’re straight

marco: i said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

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lucas: would you rather kill julia, or—

leo: yes, kill her

lucas: i didn’t say the other thing—

leo: i don’t to hear it

julia: … i’m feeling a little unsafe

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julia: i’m proud to identify as morosexual. i’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. someone asked me what the spanish word for “tortilla” was once, and now i dream of kissing them under the moonlight

mari: what kind of animal is the pink panther?

julia, already taking off her clothes: god, mari, you’re so fucking stupid

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leo: hand me the people opener

caleb: …

caleb: pardon?

leo, annoyed: the…— just hand it to me!

caleb, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

leo: how do you not know what a people opener is? it’s pointy- you know? with a handle?

caleb: knife. it’s called a knife

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caleb, about marco: can i tell him he looks nice?

noah: sure

caleb: can i tell him i respect him?

noah: maybe, if he asks

caleb: should i show him an oil painting i made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs?

noah: …

noah: i’d save that for later

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lucas: i thought i told to you to stop reading my emails

marco: well, i thought i told you to stop keeping secrets!

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caleb: well, mari, is there anything you would like to say to noah?

mari: how do i put this delicately? you’re a horrible roommate and no one likes you

caleb: how about we frame our statement with “web you do this, it makes me feel this”?

mari: when you live here, it makes me angry. because you’re a horrible roommate and no one likes you

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the squad: *walking to the mall*

marco: hey, have any of you guys seen mari? they’ve been gone for a while

lucas: eh, nope

noah: no, i haven’t…

leo: probably ran off to mcdonald’s or something

mari: hey

marco: ooh, there you are—

lucas: what the fu—

leo: i— where were you?!

mari: walking right behind you guys

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julia: hey, thanks for checking in, im ✨still a piece of garbage✨

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marco: i just got the best idea i’ve ever had in my entire life!

*later*

lucas, to marco: that was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life

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lucas: you’re mean!

julia: you’re meaner!

lucas: yeah, well, you’re ugly too!

julia: you’re uglier!

lucas: you’re a dumbass!

julia: you’re a dumberass!

lucas: you think “dumberass” is a good insult!

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mari: julia’s refusing to wear her glasses!

julia: mari, look, i wore the glasses for a day. my eyes are much better now. watch

julia: *points to marco* marco

julia: *points to noah* noah

julia: *points to caleb* sasquatch

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caleb: thanks for opening my message and not responding

lucas: all good dude, any time

caleb: fuck you

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julia: why do you think i don’t like you? i do. i would kill for you

julia: ask me to kill for you

mari; … first of all, calm down—

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caleb: i can’t take you seriously wearing that

marco: aw, you take me seriously at all?

caleb: fair point

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mari: alright, listen up you little shits

mari: not you noah. you’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here

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julia: *sees someone doing something stupid*

julia: what an idiot

julia: *realises it’s mari*

julia: wait, that’s MY idiot!

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mari: i’m sorry for being annoying

mari: it will happen again

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marco: underestimate me. that’ll be fun

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noah: how late were you up last night?

marco & julia, in tandem: me?

noah: no, not you two. you stay up late all the time

noah, to mari: you

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julia: can you be serious for five minutes?

caleb: my record is four, but i think i can do it

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mari: hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?

julia: why?

mari: i want to wander around playing it to annoy caleb

julia: technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that

mari: julia, you have opened my eyes

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mari: please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact posses what many cultures would call a soul

julia: what? “to my knowledge”? do a lot of people not know if they’re robots?

mari: thank you for your confirmation

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caleb: can we get a birthday cake?

leo: it’s not our birthday

caleb: the cake won’t know!

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lucas: the best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. deal with it

mari: darkness without light is an abyss. light without darkness is blinding. you cannot have a coin with one side

marco: YO SOCRATES! IT’S A FUCKING COOKIE!

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caleb: could you be any more annoying?

mari: yes

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caleb: i don’t even use tubberware anymore

julia: what are you saying? say it again

caleb: tubberware

julia: say it again. slow

caleb: tubberware

julia: slow, very slow — actually, say the first syllable

caleb: tub

julia: wrong

caleb: what do you mean, wrong?

julia: i thought i caught that. you’re saying tub. it’s p

caleb: what are you talking about?

julia: tupperware. tupper

caleb: it’s tupper?

julia: it’s tupper, always has been, always will be

caleb: i thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub

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lucas: you have any sunscreen?

leo: you can’t get sunburnt from a bonfire—

lucas: it’s for my marshmallow ya dummy

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caleb: can i go to the pool?

noah: sure, we’ll go as soon as i’m free

caleb: no, can i go by myself?

noah: you don’t want to go with me?

caleb: you just go around challenging random people to cannonball contests

noah: it’s the only way to establish dominance

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mari: why are you doing this?

caleb: same reason i do everything, mari. to get someone to like me

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caleb: truth or dare?

julia: truth!

caleb: do you—

mari: i dare you to kiss me

julia: *kisses mari*

caleb, to lucas: she said “truth”, right?

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mari: *sighs* i have no friends…

lucas: …

lucas: *coughs* bitch, what am i? a roach?

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noah: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

julia: what was that?

noah: the sound of someone else’s problem

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lucas: look, leo, if you can fit your head down the gun’s barrel, you can assume it doesn’t have a non-lethal setting

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lucas: money… is like president trading cards

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mari: ew. what kind of tea is this?

marco: i boiled gatorade

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lucas: what’s your greatest weakness?

leo: interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics

lucas: could you give me an example?

leo: yes, i could

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marco: you’re a lying piece of shit!

mari: oh yeah? you’re the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

leo: i’m leaving and i’m taking lucas with me!

julia, gathering cards: aaaaand that’s enough monopoly for today

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mari: look, i’m glad everyone’s on the same page

mari: but it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”

noah: that’s not even clever

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leo: slams books down in front of marco*

leo: boils up some mountain dew. it’s gonna be long night

marco: you could of said literally anything else

leo: cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble

marco: i’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. i won’t win. i realise this now

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mari: impossible burger? please

mari: through christ, all things are possible

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noah: ask me anything. go ahead, i’ll give you a straight answer

marco: why are we so fucking awesome?

noah: that’s the best fucking question anybody’s ever asked

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mari: let me copy your homework

caleb: i was gonna copy yours

mari: well, shit

caleb: guess i’m not doing it

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noah, texting marco: roses are red, tony hawk is a skater

marco’s phone, auto-replying: i’m driving right now—i’ll get back to you later

*later*

marco, texting back: fuck you

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leo: mari has never seen star wars? lucas, the only people in the universe who haven’t seen star wars are the characters in star wars and that’s cause they lived them, lucas! that’s cause they lives the star wars!

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mari: hey marco, have you seen the photographer?

marco: nope. have you seen the meat tenderiser?

mari, confused: what?

marco, grabbing the meat tenderiser out of the drawer: no reason, cute guy things!

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julia: i have a problem

marco: kill it

julia: can you chill for like, two seconds?

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caleb: there’s no i in happyness…

mari: there is if you fucking spell it right

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marco: why is noah making me do the dishes again? you haven’t washed them in a week, julia!

julia: it’s because i’m noah’s favourite

marco: i hate you

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leo: so, julia and marco

leo: according to this, you two are being accused of: armed robbery, vandalism, drug abuse, grand theft auto…

julia: we had a bad day

leo: and… MURDER?!

marco: it was a pretty bad day…

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julia: you’re a horrible person!

marco: maybe. but i’m rich and pretty, so it doesn’t really matter

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noah: rules were made to be broken

lucas: they were made to be followed. nothing is made to be broken

caleb: uh, piñatas

julia: glow sticks

marco: karate boards

mari: spaghetti when you have a small pot

noah: rules

lucas: …

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mari: are we fighting or flirting?

julia: i’m pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck—

mari: your point?

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julia: you want to know why people are so afraid of clowns? well you know what people say about how their feet aren’t the only thing that’s big? and how people who drive really big cars have small dicks? well clowns are out there with their big feet and tiny cars…

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julia: how gould you like your pancakes?

caleb: plain

leo: with sprinkles!

mari: chocolate chips

lucas: potatoes

*caleb, leo, and mari look at lucas*

lucas: what? they’re good

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noah: that’s greatly offensive to my people

leo: college dropouts?

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leo: so we’re gonna read what we wrote down so we can tell everyone in the class something about ourselves

noah: okay, my name is noah but you can refer to me as lord farquaad

leo: okay tha ts not happening— how about you!

mari: i’m mari and i like the movie white chicks!

leo: … okay… whatever, i respect that

caleb: my name is caleb and i hate this place, it actually sucks here…

leo: okay… and you…

marco: *nervous* uhhh my name is marco and my favourite colour is… math

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leo: what does a winner to when life gives them lemons?

lucas: um, make lemonade?

leo: no, they squeeze them right back into life’s eyes!

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lucas, dramatically: they called me a fool

marco, sick of lucas’s shit: they weren’t wrong

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mari: but who gets which pencil?

julia: since they’re my things, i get the good one, leo gets the broken one and you don’t get one because fuck you

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mari: okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

julia: AS ENEMIES?!

mari:

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caleb, smugly, fate security arrives to escort leo and marco out: to, do you wanna walk out of here or do you want to be carried out?

leo, in defeat: let’s go

marco: wait

leo: what?

marco: i’d kinda like to be carried out…

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caleb: hey, if you type in your password, it’ll show in stars

caleb: ********* see!

lucas: hunter2

lucas: doesn’t look like stars to me

caleb: lucas: *******

caleb: that’s what i see

lucas: oh, really?

caleb: absolutely

lucas: you can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2

lucas: haha, does that look funny to you?

caleb: lol, yes. see when YOU type hunter2, it shows to us as *******

lucas: that’s cool. i didn’t know this site did that

caleb: yup. no matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******

lucas: awesome

lucas: wait, how do you know my password?

caleb: er, i just copy pasted YOUR ******’s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause it’s your password

lucas: oh, ok

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mari: you’re ignoring all your problems

lucas: i know

mari: you also know it’s an unhealthy coping mechanism?

lucas: i’m ignoreing that fact as well

mari:

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caleb: due to personal reasons, i will be fucking sinking to the bottom of an ocean in a large metal box

lucas: did marco say “i love you” and you said “thanks”?

caleb: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL—

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julia: my only talent is being stress

lucas: don’t you mean stressed?

julia: no

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lucas: wow! leo made you cry?

marco, tearing up: yea, and he said some really mean things that are only partly true

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marco: *yawns*

caleb: yeah, being that pretty must be tiring

marco: then you must be exhausted

leo: will you two shut up? some of us are lonely

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lucas: have you heard about murphy’s law? the one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong?

caleb: yeah, i have

lucas: have you heard about cole’s law?

caleb: is this a joke about coleslaw?

lucas: … maybe

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lucas: hey, caleb, where are you going?

caleb: well, it depends. when i die, probably hell

caleb: but right now i’m going to mcdonald’s

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marco: how do you connect with a fictional character?

caleb: what?

mari: what?

lucas: what?

leo: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* i’m glad you asked

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mari: do you take constructive criticism?

caleb: not without crying

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caleb, teaching julia to drive: okay, you’re driving and mari and noah walk into the road. quick, what do you hit?

julia: oh, definitely noah. i could never hurt mari

caleb, massaging his temples: the brakes. you hit the brakes

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mari: you know what bothers me? bats. why can bats fly?

lucas: not again!

mari: no. seriously, who gave them the right, they’re mammals! mammals walk on land, no exceptions

julia: just wait until you hear about whales

mari: what now?

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marco, knocking on the door: leo, open up!

leo: it all started when i was a kid

marco: that’s not what i—

mari: let him finish!

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marco: i’m so happy two of my favourite people are getting along

leo: uh, julia and caleb are not getting along

marco: they’re not trying to kill each other

leo: you may have a point

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caleb: if i say i love you, will you say it back?

marco: yes

caleb: i love you

marco: it back

*later*

noah: why is caleb crying face-down on the floor?

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*leo is reading a clifford the big red dog book*

julia, watching: how did he get to be so big? do they ever explain that?

leo: well, emily’s live for him grew, and so did he

julia: well, your dog is pretty small. guess that says something about you, huh?

leo, angrily shutting the book: YOU’RE SMALL! WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS?!?!

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marco: mint is just cold spicy

his friends: …

mari: what the actual fuck is wrong with you

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noah: okay! let’s play kiss marry kill!

noah: first who would you kill?

*leo points at marco*

*julia points at marco*

*caleb points at marco*

marco: *shrugs* i would kill me too

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julia: remember, if you die in the simulation—

lucas: yeah, yeah, i know, if you die in the simulation you die in real life

julia: what? no! you need to reset the simulation with the terminal! what is WRONG with you?!

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noah: how did you break your leg?

mari: do you see those porch stairs?

noah: yes

mari: i didn’t

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julia: tell me a little about yourself

lucas: i’d rather not, i really like this group

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marco: *holds a gun out to leo*

leo: i-i don’t believe in guns

marco: well, trust me, they’re very real. now take it

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marco: leo? i mixed redbull with coffee and now i can see sounds, should i worry?

leo: marco, i swear to god—

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julia: you know what they say: you snooze you lose. and it looks like you snost and you lost

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leo, watching noah: ah yes. the mysterious and beautiful noah, so demure…

leo: … i wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes

noah: *screaming*

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caleb: i wanna die

leo: we all do, you aren’t special!

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mari: cool, any other secrets?

noah: i still sleep with the blanket i had as a baby

mari: aww—

noah, stern: i use it as a gag when taking peoples pets hostage

mari:

mari: there’s no punchline ‘cause it’s not a joke isn’t it?

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noah: the path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem

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marco: what is everyone for halloween?

leo: i’m superman

lucas: a clown

marco: so i’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

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caleb: i’m not superstitious… but i am a little stitious

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julia: i’d make fun of your height, but there isn’t enough to make fun of

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lucas, on the phone: uh… hey, noah, i uh, i’ve been stabbed

julia: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?

lucas: wait— you aren’t noah. sorry— i didn’t mean to call you—

julia: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THATS BEEN STABBED

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caleb: evil never sleeps!

marco: but ugly gets plenty of rest

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lucas: who would you swipe right for? caleb or noah?

julia: i would delete the app

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noah: if it pleases the court i would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT!

lucas: …

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lucas: i’m going to get myself some soup

noah: be careful not to burn yourself, it’s hot

lucas: pfft, i won’t burn myself

*30 seconds later*

lucas, entering the room: i burned myself

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marco: i haven’t slept in 72 hours…

julia: i haven’t slept in 80. i’m the insomnia queen!

caleb: ha! i haven’t slept in 90 hours, i’m aiming for an even 100

leo: what the fuck is wrong with you people

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noah: if i die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

marco: “if”

leo: great, the only party i’m ever invited to and they might not even die

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mari: yeah, i don’t like people

marco: oh, well now that’s not fair mari. have you met all of them?

mari: i’ve met enough of them. people. what a bunch of bastards

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caleb: so, marco, do you have a crush on anyone?

marco: the only crush i have is this crushing anxiety

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marco: time freezes for everyone but you one day. what do you do?

caleb: oh… i’d mildly trouble everyone

marco: alright, so what would you do?

caleb: i’d shave a one inch thick line in every thick beard i saw

caleb: i’d twist all the lightbulbs just a little bit so no one would know when they aren’t working

caleb: id make every wing on girls eyeliner just a little bit higher than the other one

caleb: and i’d tie everyone’s shoelaces together

caleb: and then lastly, i’d snip a little hole in every tea bag

marco:

marco: remind me to never allow you to have power

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leo: good morning!

lucas, checking his watch: correct

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mari: where is noah?

leo: i’ll do you one better, who is noah??

julia: here’s a better question, why is noah?

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caleb: i did it! i memorised everything in the book! i’m gonna ace this test!

noah: ok, caleb, i’ll give you one more question before you go. what ended in 1918?

caleb: 1917

noah: … you’re ready

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marco: i’m a witch. i mixed some herbs and crystals together and now my cat knows the f-word

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julia: *points at leo* a human turtleneck, *points at lucas* a narcissistic monster, *points at noah* and literally the dumbest person i’ve ever met

noah: and who am i? describe me now

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julia: there’s beer in the cooler

leo: what about for the children?

julia: you can get water from that water fountain and use it to water down the beer

marco: why don’t we just give the kids water?

julia, angrily: i suppose you could do that!

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leo: go fuck yourself

lucas: come over here and fuck me yourself you coward

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noah: life is like julia. it’s short

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julia: caleb! i thought you were dead!

caleb: no, just in deep cover

julia: … but it was an open casket

caleb: it was very deep

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noah: you think that’s cringe? moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid leo

leo: hey, fuck you

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lucas: why is marco crying on the floor?

mari: he’s drunk

lucas: and?

mari: he saw a picture of caleb’s husband

lucas: but he’s caleb’s husband

mari: i know

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julia: *writing a letter*

julia: dear santa, i’m writing to let you know i’ve been naughty… and it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard

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lucas: did you bring marco?

mari, gesturing to noah: no, but i brought the next best thing

lucas: noah? the next best thing would be julia

noah: i would be offended, but julia is freakishly strong

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lucas: i think leo is in trouble

caleb: alright. struggling to give a fuck, if i’m honest

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marco: if i’m extra sarcastic with you it probably means i’m flirting with you or you really annoys me and i can’t handle your crap… have fun figuring out which one

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lucas: what do you call disobeying the law?

the friendgroup: a hobby

lucas: *crosses his arms*

the friendgroup: that we do not engage in

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noah: it’s not that i don’t trust leo, i just… don’t trust his impulse control

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marco: lucas! what did i tell you about lying?

lucas, looking down: … that it only works on caleb

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julia: you have you’re weirdly sincere humility

leo: i prefer the term “self-loathing”, actually

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caleb: if i fall down these stairs, i’m just going to lay down and accept my fate

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marco: don’t weep for the stupid. you’ll be crying all day

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mari: which country has the most birds?

mari: portu-geese!

marco: that’s a language

mari: portu-gull?

marco: good recovery

noah: don’t you mean good re-dovery

julia: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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leo: editors note: what the fuck?

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marco: silence is golden

julia: duct tape is silver

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leo: we’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship

mari: we’re not friends

leo, holding an axe: we’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence

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julia, entering the room: *sees caleb and leaves*

caleb, watching julia leave: there’s my monthly dose of julia

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julia: good news!

noah: you found where i hid your phone?

julia: …

noah: you found your phone?

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lucas: do dragons fart fire?

caleb: i don’t know

lucas: i thought you went to college

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noah: what’s the most efficient way to burn calories?

marco: exercise more!

julia: set yourself on fire

leo: there are two kinds of people

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julia: if you think i’m playing favourites, you’re wrong. i love all of you equally!

julia, earlier: i don’t care for caleb

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marco: just a minute. i need to go take out the trash

caleb: oh. we’re going out?

marco: wh…

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caleb, texting: answer your phone

marco, texting back: wait a minute, i can’t find my phone

caleb: understood

caleb, 5 minutes later: you’re a terrible person. you know you’re killing me. you’re killing me, marco

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lucas: i am convinced marco and mari share a braincell

julia: and it’s not in use very often, it seems

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mari: can i offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

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mari: i feel so burnt out

caleb: don’t worry, it’ll be over soon

mari: are you gonna… assassinate me?

caleb: well not if you’re expecting it

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caleb: do you support gay rights?

mari: i’m literally gay

lucas: she’s avoiding the question!

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lucas: hey, are you okay with swearing? asking for a friend

marco: yeah?

lucas: bitch

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#oc // marco #oc // caleb #oc // julia #oc // mariana #oc // leonardo #oc // lucas #incorrect quotes #the good the bad and the okay i guess #mylesstories

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hornime · 4 years ago

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voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt.

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear.

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it.

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen.

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing.

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

#i have never played a game of valorant in my life #for someone thats only watched their friends play i think this is pretty decent #like wtf is ascent idfk #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma x reader #tw.dubcon #kenma

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blockgamepirate · 3 years ago

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(im sorry for sending an ask about this, i just personally didn't want to rb dsmp lore discussion on my blog but i had some thoughts on the techno post you made? feel free to ignore this completely)

I guess.. part of my (personal) reservation with the idea that ctechno had no idea of pogtopia's goals is that the majority of people aren't agreeing with him and wilbur.

frankly, wilbur's the only other person (to my memory) who brings up destroying the gov instead of just taking it over, while in the clips you showed tommy, tubbo, and quack all show that they DONT want that. why is he believing wilburs word on pogtopia's goals over anyone elses? ESPECIALLY as an anarchist, this should be a communal decision and not one made by the "leader" aka wilbur. and majority says no. at the very least, the lack of unity in making a decision (especially such a big one) should make him less sure about the shared end goal.

that, combined with the fact that he immediately put aside the opportunity to learn more about pogtopia's goals ("we'll burn that bridge when we come to it") puts a sour taste in my mouth because it instead feels to me like he instead didn't bother to try and communicate to make sure they had the same goals.

while i completely get the point you made abt wanting to avoid infighting (before a major battle especially), when multiple different people suddenly seemingly have a different goal than you, its something you should want to clear up to make sure no misunderstandings happen-- bc thats exactly how both sides end up "betraying" one another when in reality they were never on the same side to begin with. its not something that SHOULD be left to deal with later, so him pushing for that makes it feel to me instead that he just doesnt.... want to deal with it.

in short, i feel like despite what you said there was still reasonable doubt in the goals of pogtopia (via a lack of unity in the goal at hand) that techno just... didn't bother to look into or check beyond his intial thoughts. even with the rumors of a traitor, a majority of (or at least multiple) members disagreeing on such a fundemental point don't (to me) get rid of that existing doubt.

I understand your point is that he was out of the loop and thus came to his own conclusions on pogtopia's purpose, and i agree! i think instead the issues people have w techno and pogtopia is techno's not attempting to get into the loop, which is a pattern that continues into later arcs-- he jumps into things without full information on the situation or context, but assured that he's right regardless of how little he actually knows (eggpire, dream in prison, etc)

again-- i realize we have benefit of the omniscient viewer so signs become much more obvious to us, and even then characters are allowed (and encouraged!) to have fatal flaws like techno (often, imo) working off of incomplete information and not trying actively to fill in those gaps! but... idk, it still a point i also get feeling very irritated by (again, esp from our POV), bc he's so sure he's right when he's often clueless and it can be frustrating and unsatisfying to watch.

idk if this had a point tbh. i just wanted to talk abt your post i guess. thank you for reading if you got this far, i just needed a place to ramble to someone here but i didn't wanna linger on it i guess. i hope you have a great day/night ✌️

--enderspawn

I mean the thing is that the original members of Pogtopia were Wilbur, Tommy and Techno, right? With Tubbo joining right after.

And as far as I can tell, Tommy never said anything about wanting to reinstall a government, at least not when Techno was there to hear it, he was actually the one who on day one was talking about how they no longer had their titles and would be equal from now on while Wilbur was still clinging to the idea of being the president. Tommy was very insistent on "taking back" L'Manburg and on not blowing it up, but again: nothing about a government. (And as we found out later, Tommy didn't even want to be a president in the end. He wasn't actually motivated by political power, and honestly I think a lot of the time he was kinda just going along with it because he felt like that was what he was supposed to strive for.)

Tommy seemed to be satisfied with the plan to only blow Manburg up IF nothing else works, right? But there was never any talk about objecting to the anarchism afterwards.

On top of that, Pogtopia was effectively an anarchist commune, or close enough, despite Wilbur kind of taking a leadership role in an informal way, so it makes sense to assume that the people who made it and the people who joined it would approve of that kind of social system, right?

I mean is it a bit naive of him? Yes, definitely, but I really don't think it's unreasonable. If people are joining your anarchist commune and your vocally anarchist cause (as of after the Red Festival at least, when Wilbur gets on fully board the anarchy train), you'd think they would be fine with that. You'd think that if they weren't fine with it they'd start their own separate movement, or something.

(This is actually what I thought would happen at the time! I thought Wilbur, Techno and Dream would team up and Tommy, Tubbo and Niki would form their own group and then recruit others. But it didn't end up happening, probably because Tommy is too loyal to Wilbur to let him go, and Niki probably cared about Wilbur too much too. Idk.)

Or if not, then you'd think they would protest the anarchism a bit louder and even if Techno himself missed this, it wouldn't be weird of him to assume that Wilbur would tell him if there was so much ideological conflict going on. (And as we found out yesterday, Wilbur was well aware and kept Techno in the dark intentionally.) Techno trusted Wilbur to do the talking to the others, he even said as much in the stream after the Red Festival. Techno is obviously not very good at the whole socialising thing himself and he knows it.

But all Techno heard about was the whole "to bomb or not to bomb" question, and this has nothing to do with what you do afterwards. You don't have to bomb the country to make it anarchist after all.

Another factor here, which is another example of Techno being kind of naive, is that as he says in the narration of his video, he thought that the people who had been victimised by the government would understand better than anyone that such a system could not be allowed to stand. (He made this mistake AGAIN with Tommy after exile, thinking that surely this time Tommy would come to agree with him.)

So idk if this answer satisfies you at all, but I don't really have time to work in this any more than this, I've already spent way too much time on Tumblr today :| (this is also why I don't have the time to condense this down to a reasonable length either)

I guess what I'd say is that Techno was definitely naive and affected by confirmation bias and kind of a recluse and a bit of an edgelord individualist at least early on, which are genuine flaws of his, but I think his conclusions are fairly reasonable anyway. And he was being intentionally misled by Wilbur. Also he was very vocal about his own ideology and goals while the other Pogtopians never said anything to him about disagreeing with those goals, up until Quackity and Tubbo right before battle. "Taking back L'Manburg" just isn't specific enough here, Techno never had anything against reclaiming the country from Schlatt, obviously, he even made his fireworks in L'Manburg colours in support of the cause.

And I do think that there is more fault on the side of the other Pogtopians for leading him on, even if they did it unintentionally and just weren't considering his opinions. Which is what seems to have happened, they knew he was an anarchist but they just sort of dismissed the significance of this. Quackity is the first one to actually bring this up as a potential problem and he does it by accusing Techno of potentially becoming a traitor, not by trying to negotiate with him or hear him out. And Tommy just told Techno to shut up while they were talking about who the next president should be.

They all knew that he was an anarchist, they just didn't think it was important. I mean I think they just kinda assumed that he knew the plan, to be fair, after all Wilbur obviously knew it too, but it's still kinda dismissive lbr.

And to be honest this is something that happens in real life a lot too, to anarchists who try to work with non-anarchist groups for a common goal. Our concerns tend to be dismissed and it's kinda just assumed that we'll just go along with it anyway because we're usually the minority. And we tend to be the first ones to get kicked out when we're no longer convenient. That's my experience anyway. And yes, it does feel like we're being used when that happens. The difference is, I guess, that we usually see it coming because we've learned from history and past experiences. Techno apparently hasn't.

#long post #dream smp #technoblade #asks #enderspawn

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tojisveryown · 3 years ago

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With you

Art creds: sira_Julyspring on tw Synopsis: You'll always find yourself running. Running away from the sorcerers that seem to be after your beloved, but how far can your legs take you before you get too tired? Warnings: None Tags: fluff, angst, right person not enough time Word Count: 1k

one ⋆ two ⋆ three ⋆ four ⋆ five

It all started with you hopelessly falling in love with a curse that sought to destroy your family name. How was it even possible that a mere human could fall in love with a curse? You couldn't understand it either, but something you would never understand is the way he had always spared you.

Always slaughtering your clan, left from right, but never in front of your sight. He made sure he killed every last remaining clan member until it was just you left. You couldn't understand why, until he finally made eye contact with you. The King of Curses was in love with you.

He killed your family, and yet your heart still pulsated at the man in front of you. You couldn't blame him, your families tie back into years on end. The both of you were destined to meet, but neither of you were supposed to be curses.

Betrayal ran deep in your family, however what happened years ago was nothing of the sort. Two young boys trying to make a name for themselves in the Jujutsu world. Sadly, one of them had been misdirected which had caused the current rivalry and war between the family's to worsen. Your clan will forever be known as the clan who cheated their way to the top after the massacre of the Sukuna clan. Never had you expected some of them to survive, let alone expect one of them to get their revenge.

After the death of your family you followed Sukuna around. You would've never guessed that the two of you would've gradually fallen in love. In the beginning you had told yourself this was for survival, and that being with him was the only way you can get around. You had originally planned to leave him in the dust after you've found a way out the loop, however one thing led to another and the two of you were now happily married.

Running. Running is what you two were good at. You two constantly had to pack your things and move to the next village or maybe even across seas in fear of a sorcerer showing up to execute Sukuna. Fear, the both of you lived in fear. Despite Sukuna being incredibly strong he'd rather live a peaceful life with you than continue being labeled as the King of Curses.

You didn't mind. You loved your husband and you knew the consequences of it. In all honesty part of you loved it. You loved running hand in hand away from the ones who pointed out your forbidden love. The rush of adrenaline filled the void Sukuna was constantly filling.

Your life wasn't what you pictured it to be, but you were happy. That's all that mattered.

"Y/N! Y/N? We have to go. They're here again."

"Fuck. They found us that fast?" You sighed, running upstairs to grab your go-bag, your husband following you closely.

"I'm not the King of Curses for nothing doll," He chuckled while putting a leather jacket over his long sleeve "of course they'd find us. We didn't exactly run very far."

"Yeah and who's fault is that?" You snapped, recalling the current events of your husband complaining about being woken up from his slumber which caused you two only to escape to the next village.

"Sorry sorry. Won't happen again. Ready love?" He held his hand out like he always did before you two ran. Like always you grasped onto it, and the two of you began running.

This wasn't the first time you two had ran away, nor was it the second. You and Ryo had been doing this for about ten times all in the past five years.

The pleads of the sorcerers asking you two to stop running made you and Ryo laugh. You'd never stop running. Not in a million years. You and Ryo could handle this. Anything's possible as long as you have each other.

As you were running you looked back on the first time you two had slipped passed the sorcerers.

The sunlight peaking from the small window was enough to let you scan through the room you waited in. The room seemed empty. Two small chairs aside each other along with one rounded table in the middle filled the room, the rest of the space wasn't occupied. There really wasn't a need to add more furniture. He insisted on keeping your small house simple and plain.

As the sun was rising slowly you waited a bit more. Right when the sun began to fill the room with light you started with your day. You didn't have enough money to afford an alarm clock so you figured the sun was good enough.

Just as you finished getting dressed Sukuna barged into your home. He frantically looked around for you. You had heard a few things break, but in that moment it really didn't matter.

"Y/N! There you are — Oh good! You're dressed." Sukuna roughly grabbed your hand and dragged you to the back door. "We have to run. Sorcerers, they're here."

"They're after us?" You questioned all while trying to keep up with his animalistic speed.

"No. They're after me." By now you two were far into the forest, but it wouldn't take long before the sorcerers arrived. Your heart was racing. Trying to catch your breath you leaned on a tree while Sukuna kept a look out. "Look, I don't wanna drag you further into my mess. There's a small town a few blocks over. If you keep running north you'll find it by noon." He held his hand out and dropped a bag filled with money that would be enough to get you by for a while. "Live a new life there. Sorcerers won't find you, you're just an ordinary girl now that your clans gone. Go!"

"No."

"What are you foolish!? Go before they catch us, you brat."

You fought back the aching in your foot. By now you had caught your breath and you were ready to continue running. You grabbed ahold of the accursed man in front of you and began running hand in hand. What was supposed to be an ordinary day turned out to be the start of your very odd future.

"Living a life with me would only do you harm, are you really alright with that?"

"If I wasn't I wouldn't be running with you."

"Foolish little girl."

Note: I'm excited to continue this HAHA. As always, send an ask if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series. Taglist: @sookyshima

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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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Hey! Could you do a Regulus fluff with the prompt 17. “This reminded me of you.”

from a boy, to a man

regulus black x fem!reader

summary: regulus finds his way back to you after destroying the horcruxes.

word count: 2.0k

warnings: mentions of self harm (bleeding, scratching, scabs), insinuations of depression, mentions of anxiety, self hatred, poor mental health/not taking care of ones self, angst-fluff

a/n: amelia amelia i wanna kiss u thank u sm for helping me baby @fives-cup-of-coffee

dark stygian swirls. the infinite markings submerged in his pallid sickly flesh that had healed prolongingly into a lustre of peach. but the black branding lay delineated, every curvature, every edge lay as detailed as when it had first been cursed into his complexion.

the relevance of scrubbing his nails against the dermis until it scalded the nerve endings in his left forearm had become insignificant. the carmine scabs fading over time but the reminder of his baleful past prompting his memory.

the branding was the only thing that could make him clutch his arm in a bashful sense. yet the only talisman evoking his senses to remain his strong demeanour was the minuscule silver-plated band that lay on his thumb tightly.

jewelry. it was your familiarity.

necklaces, rings, earrings, they all somehow coordinated with you, your essence. something complimentary to you complexion, soothing important to your family as they were heirs.

when strolling the corridors you received the compliments, it was rather flattering. it was something people began to notice over some time, but you never had owned a bracelet. it was common to own bracelets such as heirlooms but you had never received such an entity until the age of eleven.

august 28th, 1971

the sun was fading into the familiar evening hues of feverish vermillion and a slow fading shade of apricot blending into the sky. the prelude to dawn at its beginning while you gaped at it intensely, the fresh pricks of grass hitting your bottom under the shell-pink dress you had been dressed in as well as the small gusts of wind looming through the air as a small reminder of where you had been rather than slipping into your mind into an abyss of daydreams.

the wind began to increase, hitting the delicacy of your skin. the little nips at your skin producing a small shiver from the curvature of your spine to the muscles in your legs. the moment was serene, like something you read about in fairytale books about a princess awaiting her prince, almost silent. until a faint boyish voice had interrupted the tranquillity.

“’ve got a gift for you.”

your body slightly sprung at the sound interrupting the deep prolonged silence. You began to crane your neck behind you, a short boy awaiting for you to glimpse at him, your eyes were met with deep aquamarine irises that swirled in the hues of virescent green and cerulean blue. a small twinkle found carved into his irises in them at your attention.

“regulus,” you muttered, viewing as the boy sat next to you with something particularly large clutched in his hand.

he held up a gold circlet with intricate detailing that had been engraved in the brass item. as well as an emerald gem placed directly in the centre. the main focus of the bracelet, if you will. your brows began to force together into a pronounced frown, your optics glancing from his digits clutched around the object to his features, his shell-pink lips fixed into a quirk as well as a small gleam of virtue flaring in his irises

“what’s this for?” you began to query, taking the rather dense manacle into your palm and staring at it for a moment. “it’s a bracelet, i know that you don’t have any so i got you one.” he retorted faintly, a small sense of pride and adoration swelling in his belly. but he wasn't of age to particularly identify those feelings yet.

“think of it as a present, before school starts.”

your face steadily began to upturn at his endeavours, a scramble of letters trying to escape the cavern of your mouth in a enliven venture to thank him for his doting thoughts about you.

the memory becomes a slow fading blear as recollects his thoughts and narrows his eyes in a sneer at his maimed reflection. the caliginous imprint taunting regulus through the obstruct mirror, his hand beginning to clutch over the mantle flesh ensuing the laceration that had been flung under the downpour of searing water minutes prior.

he recollected every detailed moment of that night, the way your eyes glimpsed at the bracelet every couple of seconds in elation. even at eleven years old in a floral shell-pink dress, in the distance you looked so angelic. he didn't know as an eleven-year-old boy and now only loathed himself for realizing so much later in life.

following his departure, he had glimpsed down at the silver ring that was clung onto his thumb that you had gifted following the bracelet, a ring he had to move around several fingers till it fit perfectly again. this incident similar to a parallel between scenarios. the small band holding himself together in a way that couldn't be understood by another.

the girl he had loved, adorned, the girl that was now a woman who had let him weep into her shoulder, the woman who made sure that he would take care of his body to keep it in a healthy state, the girl that was now a woman that would cheer for him amid his quidditch games till her throat was raw, the girl who was now a woman whom he still had loved wasn’t there to clutch onto his arm and whisper to him that everything was going to be alright.

the subconscious that laid embedded into your skull was subsequently pivoting in rapid twists till it was firmly knotted without anymore pondering to be completed. the footprint of where the boy had once been subtly faded without a trace as to where, the boy who grew into a man with mangled black tendrils that sat in entangled twists, the man with a structured jaw whilst he was old enough to spew out curse words to his mother, the boy who was now a man who you loved had vanished beneath your fingertips without a trace.

the man that was once a boy had taken a vow that potentially concluded his life and vanished for, ‘your safety,’ as he pronounced before departing from your vapid figure. the last i love you escaping from his lips as a final message in case it would be the last time you would hear it from him.

then you became alone, all fucking alone.

he huffed whilst pacing almost becoming nauseated, crackling at his knuckles due to the submerging coarse of anxiety running thickly through his blood. it was enough to swivel into the crevices of his spine and sprawl into his brain like sporadically placed letters in an intense game of pool, his mind configuring ways on how to address you after almost a year of his blatant absence.

the minuscule of a second he had after the duration of his completed mission, regulus had ventured to find almost every piece of detailed information that had been absent in his mind for the last ticking days where he hadn’t spoken to you. almost as if he hadn’t played the recurrent memory of you laughing at his foolish jokes in the slytherin common room in the deep hours of the night following a few hushed whispers, in a recurrent loop to the point where he could recall every faint characteristic that you had worn with pride.

your thumbs were absentmindedly twiddling in an abyss-like daydream, similar to the ones you had as a young girl, the collision of decrepit wood and firm knuckles splintering the perpetuating silence that had sunken depressingly into your flat. a look of puzzlement contorted onto your features, you paused and speculated as to whom was at your apartment as you weren't used to having such visitors.

opting to leisurely trudge to the door in exhaustion, the door had revealed regulus arcturus black with an ivory box clutched in his hand and a nervous grin quirked on his lips. you stopped, taken back for a moment. a revelling thought peering into your conscious mind to ultimately shut the door closed and pretend this moment, the moment that you had dreamed of till the early hours in the morning wasn’t occurring. instead, grappling at his hand and pulling him into a close-knit embrace till you could feel like hast respires in his chest along with the palpitating beats of his trembling heart against your sternum.

he sighed in relief, his hands melding into the curvature of your waist. the tension in your frame gradually disentangling from the days that had surpassed without the boy who was now a man, a man with a sallow complexion and sickly carved features stood in front of you with now a tearful grin that was almost quivering awaiting forgiveness that he was frightful he would never receive.

“what have you done to yourself, regulus?” your hands melded into the sharp curvature of his cheeks, the balmy embrace of your hands warming his figure like a camper that had created fire without months of warmth. his optics began to gape at the floor of your flat, ignoring your question with the clearness of his throat.

“nevermind me, this reminded me of you.” he clarified while bringing the box into your viewpoint. “regulus.” you pardoned him but taking a grasp on the box and setting it down on the oak-wood table with a small ‘clink.’

“what’s happened to you— why didn’t you come back for me?”

“i was scared, i didn’t want to leave you. i promise you that, i just— i didn’t want to come back and you would hate me.” regulus confessed with a stutter, a mild nervous tic he had obtained when he was young. as well as when he ventured to drag his slender fingers between his swoop of curls but found it rather difficult as they were mangled together.

you frowned disquietly. the boy that had endured your whines, and your tantrums as to when a fifth-year hufflepuff had ticked you off rather irritatingly. the boy who was now a man, whom you had loved, and he knew you had loved. continued to think that you had hated him when that had been opposite.

"I don't hate you, reg. I never have, I don't think you can hate the person i love the most." his hands fell back in place to the contour of your waistline, the palms of his hands steadily dragging themselves in a comforting motion while your fingers delicately pushed into his hair.

“your hairs a mess, reg,” you observed with a sated smile, the smallest of a chuckle escaping his lips after his mouth had almost been sewn shut by voldemort himself. the thought of regulus laughing could’ve turned heads now because of how unusual and unfamiliar the sound was. but it was the same child-like giggle he expressed on the hogwarts train several years ago.

“yeah,” he chuckled again, louder this time. he felt the small indulging swirls coming up from his eyes, the downpour of tears almost cascading down his cheeks before he brought his digits to slide them across his sockets, “brush it for me? like old times?”

he wasn’t sad anymore, he didn’t feel dejected, he didn’t feel the urge to lay in a bed that was poorly made with creased sheets and never get up again, the tears threatening his face were delightful ones. they were tears of elation, that the girl who was now a woman had remainingly loved him.

he was home, an unfamiliar concept now wrapping him in an unyielding enclasp. regulus was home.

he sat upon a bench, looking at a reflection no longer splintered with guilt, or narrowing eyes. his eyes moved in an upward motion, his irises seeing the way you languidly dragged a brush through his tuffs and a small smile quirking at your lips.

“i love you, too. i didn’t want you to think i forgot.”

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