#wc: 1000 – 2000

[paceprompting]

finding stars

written for ‘together’ | wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: g | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: future au (early 2000s), parents steve and eddie, domestic fluff, married (if they could be) steddie

@steddieholidaydrabbles

Eddie used to stargaze with his mom.

Almost every night on their back porch, counting the stars while they shone in the night sky. Even in winter, she’d bundle them up in blankets with hot chocolate until Eddie fell asleep in her arms.

He was seven the last time they stargazed together.

Then he’d gone to live with Wayne, and the trailer park wasn’t exactly safe or conducive to sitting out for hours at a time looking at the sky.

If he was honest with himself, he never considered passing on the tradition. Besides being extremely gay, he’d decided early on that he was better off like Wayne—staying on the outskirts, not bothering to shove himself in somewhere he didn’t fit anyway.

The first person who’d thrown that plan right out the window was Dustin.

From the second that curly-haired, sarcastic kid had loudly joined Hellfire Club, bringing his gaggle of gremlin friends along with him, Eddie had been sucked into having this makeshift little family. One that he’d been willing to risk his own life for, just for a chance they’d be okay.

And through Dustin, he’d met Steve.

And Steve…had made Eddie want what he’d given up.

First, just a relationship. Something that, if it didn’t work out, he’d look at fondly in his later years as getting to love the golden boy of Hawkins, Indiana. Because it was never a question of whether or not Eddie would love Steve.

And then, lightning struck the same spot twice, and Steve actually loved him back.

They moved in together. Well, them and Robin.

But once she, and then later Steve, both got their degrees and jobs—and Eddie’s band managed to miraculously go gold on an album, they bought a house.

Eddie was doing everything he’d always told himself he would never, ever do.

Even adopting a six-year-old after reaching forty.

Even going out onto the balcony overlooking the backyard of their cozy two-bedroom house in the middle of winter with an armful of blankets and thermoses of hot chocolate.

Steve and “officially their’s” Ethan were waiting for him, wrapped in the two blankets from the hall closet. Apparently, being babysitters to Dustin Henderson had prepared them for the ten-mile-a-minute way that Ethan chattered at Steve.

Wayne called it the universe’s retribution for the graying stress inflicted on him by preteen Eddie.

Eddie hoped it was a good sign that they were helping Ethan. He’d been a conflicting mix of quiet and angry when he and Steve had first started fostering him—just like Eddie when he’d been upended from a shitshow life, but was all he’d ever known, and started living with Wayne.

Then, nearly a month of staying up night’s wondering if the dissonance between them and Ethan meant it wasn’t going to work out, Ethan started talking.

And he hadn’t stopped.

“…then, the dragon opened it’s mouth super, super wide and was going to spray acid all over Topher,” Ethan regaled Steve, arms extended out wide in front of him.

Steve glanced at Eddie, a slight raise in his brow.

Lucas, he mouthed back.

Hellfire Club hadn’t lasted as long as Eddie had once announced it would to an entire cafeteria full of people—but he still hosted a game night every once in a while. Especially now that he had a future DM in the house now to imbue with his wisdom.

And since Steve still refused to play, Ethan took it upon himself to make sure Steve never missed out on the chronicles of their household.

As Ethan went into, quite meticulous, detail of the campaign, Eddie pulled out the knitted blanket from the pile he’d retrieved from their bedroom. His grandmother had made it for him before he was born and it was much too small for either him or Steve.

But it was absolutely perfect for, say, someone about six years old.

Eddie draped the green blanket across the back of Ethan’s shoulders, brushing aside his dark hair to press a kiss to his temple.

Then, he sat on Ethan’s other side and covered all three of them with the rest of the blankets. He grabbed the hot chocolate and began to the hand them out.

“Made with milk for me and Ethan. The correct way.” Eddie shot Steve a pointed look before handed over the blue-plaid thermos. “And made with water for the weirdo sleeping on the couch.”

“Hilarious,” Steve deadpanned.

Ethan missed the back and forth, having forced off the top of his thermos and was downing his hot chocolate straight from the main compartment, both hands holding it up to his mouth.

After a couple gulps, Eddie stepped in, easing the thermos away. “Work up a thirst there, kiddo?” he chuckled.

“I asked him about school, I don’t know how we got here,” Steve said, carefully pouring a cup of his hot chocolate.

“All roads lead to D&D, Stevie,” he said, despite Steve’s huffed breath. “But for now, I will give you a break. Everyone scooch in, gotta stay warm.”

Steve and Eddie turned toward the middle, enveloping the three of them in the warmth of the blankets. Ethan was taking smaller sips of his cocoa, giving zero attention to Steve and Eddie snuggling in.

Nearly a year ago, Ethan wouldn’t let them.

Now he had the unbothered behavior of a kid desensitized to their parent’s affection.

“What are we doing?” he asked, peering into the thermos for more marshmallows.

“We’re going to look at the stars and find the special ones that make pictures in the sky.”

Ethan hummed, and Eddie wasn’t sure he’d paid full attention. That was okay. Eddie’s mom had started him on much earlier, so getting a six-year-old interested was going to be a tad more complex.

“I used to do this with my mom. And she taught me everything I know. So, kiddo,” He laid his hand on the center of Ethan’s back, leaning close to whisper, “I’m going to teach you how to find Cassiopeia.”

And, have a little Prequel fic if you'd like <3

[hey-august]

Waking up Buggy with morning head. It’s something you all agreed towards beforehand and he was especially exited at the prospect, so imagine his delight when he one day wakes up to gentle kisses that start at his balls and end at the head of his cock. Amazing.

He spreads his legs a little to accommodate his cocksucking alarm clock a little bit more, feeling a hand reach up to gently cradle his sack a little before taking him in deeper. His hand fists into the dishelved, slightly greasy bedhead under the cover.

He feels like an emperor. No! Like the King of the pirates himself, as he slowly starts bucking up into that warm, hot mouth. You casually light a blunt for him and hand it over. Could this morning get any-

- Wait.

Your eyes meet and you smile at him. You, sitting next to him in bed and handing him a joint, you, currently NOT blowing cock right now.

He throws away the covers to see who’s currently sucking at his foreskin oh so sweetly, only to be met by the teasing gaze of a redhead. The bane of his existence ever since they were kids, the dumbest guy he ever met, the annoyingly optimistic, affectionate red haired tomcat that somehow managed to weasel himself into his and your shared bed for a little ménage à trois ever so often.

„Shanks arrived at shore just yesterday.“ You say casually, lazily tracing circles on your clowns chest. „He said that he’d bet 1000 berries that he could make you cum before you woke up.“ the man between Buggys legs makes an exaggerated popping noise as his lips leave Buggys dick. „Yepp. Seems like I lost.“

You lean over conspicuously „I bet 2000 berries that you could make him come without even touching his dick. Think you can help me win?“

Both you and Buggy leave the bedroom 3000 berries richer that morning, along with a very satisfied captain of the red force, who somehow regained most of his stamina in about ten minutes and is now already getting on Buggys nerves. „Come on it’s not that far away!“ „Some of us have THINGS to do you burnout.“ „Come ooon, it’ll be just like old times!“ „Oh? With you not paying YOUR TAB?“ and so on and so forth.

You snort and roll your eyes as head below deck to set up a kettle for coffee. Seems like today would be fun.

WOAH. ANON.

An agreement like that really is win-win-win. And this was a possibility when everyone agreed...

WC: ~250 Warnings: nsfw, buggy x shanks x gn!reader, oral - m receiving, implied sex

Would Buggy ever voluntarily ask for a threesome with that red-headed annoyance? No, but he would be more than willing to reap the benefits. Shanks is always disgustingly eager to show how to pleasure the clown captain.

Sometimes just the memory of Shanks' hand on the back of your head, and your mouth full of dick was enough for Buggy to get off on his own.

Shanks could have definitely gotten Buggy to cum before waking up. Unfortunately, the bet did not have a clause preventing you from milking the pirate clown's balls dry the night before.

As for the second bet, Shanks was more than okay forking over 2000 berries for all the sweet and salty attention he could squeeze from you and Buggy. He'd gladly listen to you goad both captains, walking the line between teasing and innocent comments. He'd take all of the delicious praise Buggy wrapped in snark.

"Ooh, listen to his voice get higher when you touch him like that."

"That's such a slutty noise. You really want me to know how good you feel, huh?"

"Mmh, you're gripping too hard, Shanks, it's coming off as desperate."

"He is desperate- Look, his mouth is busy and he's still whining."

Yup. What a good way to start the day.

Follow it with a heavy breakfast (brunch by this time) and spiked drinks, and the next few days were going to be just as messy and fun.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Could I get sum uuuuuuuh bubbglegum with some hints of lemon ice and Neapolitan and bluebell? (Aka Buggy x Reader talking about the rest of the crossguild members but I’ll leave it up to you if they actually include Mihawk and Crocodile as an audience or if Buggy just talks big shit)

Pairing: Cross Guild Buggy x Female Reader (oh and a lil Crocodile and a lil Mihawk hehe)

WC: 2000

Prompt: “You think I don’t care about you? What do you want me to do, push you out there and fuck you in front of them?” 

— — 

*thunk* *plop* 

“Grrrrowwwww…” Richie leaps across the wooden floor to retrieve the red bouncy ball you were casually firing off against the wall of the ship. Richie bats the ball around in his paws a few times before putting it in his mouth and trotting back over to where you were reclining on a velvet sofa. The lion drops the slobbery ball into your hand that was lazily draped over the edge of the couch. 

*thunk* *plop* 

You throw the ball again. Richie repeats his motions. 

*thunk* *plop*

And again. You were bored out of your mind. Your husband had been sitting in the grand meeting room on the other side of the wall for hours now. You knew that with his new alliance with Mihawk and Crocodile he would have less time to dote on you, but you had barely even seen Buggy in days. 

You had tried terrorizing the nearest villages in attempts to keep yourself entertained, but without the warm presence of your captain you still felt unfulfilled. Buggy always made sure he had time to meet your needs, wether that be a hard fucking before he left for his duties or leaving his very own cock detached and in your bed so you could feel him inside you when he wasn’t available. 

But this time, he had left you with nothing. You craved the soft yet playful touch of your older lover. Buggy was a sensitive man and took his time to learn the intricacies of your body and soul after you became intimate partners. You quickly fell in love. You were each other’s perfect compliments. He made you crazy and you brought him back to earth. Sometimes you had to reign him in… but tonight you were letting your crazy slip through. You missed him so much, you missed pleasing him and being his good little girl…

*WOOSH* 

The doors to the meeting chamber were thrown open. You sit up on your elbows and look behind you. Mihawk and Crocodile were leaving the room and the doors were closing behind them. Richie scampered off. 

“Oh I see the clown’s plaything is still sniffing around.” Crocodile remarks as he looks at you. “Don’t worry, little girl, your captain’s in his office safe and sound. We though we’d continue our negotiations tomorrow.” 

Your brow furrows and your eyes darken. 

“Plaything? I am his wife.” You stand up and square your shoulders. 

Mihawk chuckles. 

“A clown’s wife? A pirate’s wife? I’m not sure which is more noble.” Mihawk gives you a once over with his eyes before laughing again. 

Fire burned in your chest. 

“Get out.” You spat at them. You turned tail and threw open the doors to the meeting chamber and let them close behind you. You found your blue haired husband pouring over paperwork at his desk. 

“Buggy…” You begin as you stride towards him. 

“Well if it isn’t my shooting star.” Buggy looks up from his work and smiles at you. You can tell he’s recently taken a blow to the eye. His smile has a crack to it… not the 1000 megawatt spotlight you were used to. 

“I can’t stand them.” You huff out. 

“Doll face…” Buggy coos at you as you approach him in his chair. He swivels it to face you. “I know you do. They aren’t my favorite either, but it’s what we gotta do right now.” 

You sigh. You straddle yourself over Buggy and nuzzle your face into his neck, pushing his soft blue hair out of the way with your nose. You kiss the juncture of his neck and shoulder.  He responds by taking the back of your head in a gloved hand and rakes through your scalp gently. He moves his other hand to grip your hip. 

“And what about me, Bugs? Your girl?” You pull back and look into his green eyes. He continues to stroke the back of your head. 

“What about you then, sweet cheeks? You’re my wife, my lady, my center attraction! I do all of this so we can conquer the seas together!” 

“But those fucking assholes…” You retort while turning your head to the side to escape his comment. You clench your fists. Buggy uses both of his hands to grab your face and turns it to look at him in the eye. 

“What do you want me to do, huh? You think I don’t care about you? What do you want me to do, push you out there and fuck you in front of them? You’re my life, y/n, how many times do I have to get that through your head?” Buggy pleads with you, but he was clearly frustrated. 

“I… I just don’t know Bugs… are we cut out for this?” You question him. You see the sparkle in his eyes fade out, replaced with a burning fire. 

“Y/n…” Buggy lets go of your face, his lips quirking up into a smile. “I am an Emperor of the Sea… and you are my wife… an Empress… if you will…” One of Buggy’s hands cups your cheek while the other cups your ass on his lap. “You will spend no time doubting your authority.”

Buggy quickly closes the distance between your lips and engages you in a heated kiss. You groan at the feeling of finally having your lover’s mouth on your skin again. You instinctively grind your hips down onto Buggy’s growing bulge. 

“My little minx, how long have you been waiting for me? It was just one meeting, doll…” Buggy chuckled as he felt your cunt soak his pants, you having chosen to go without panties under your skirt. “You can’t possibly be this needy…” Buggy says as he lifts your hips to slide his fingers through your wetness. You hum out in satisfaction.

“I’m always like this for you, captain.” You buck your hips into his hand to try and gain more contact on your sensitive bits. 

“Since you’re already so wet… bend over that chair for me.” Buggy punctuates his order with a swift smack to your ass cheek. You happily hop up and shed your clothes before you bend yourself over the leather arm chair in the meeting room. You grab a pillow to rest your arms and head on as you wiggle your naked ass towards your captain. 

“Oh doll face, you’re gonna get it so good…” Buggy strides towards you, unbuckles his pants and shoves them down to his knees. You feel his warm presence behind you and gasp at the sensation of his thick uncut tip pushing through your pussy folds. It comes up to tap at your clit a few times and you whine. Buggy giggles menacingly before slamming his cock into your dripping hole from behind in a single, unforgiving thrust. 

“Ah!” You shriek out. 

Buggy hammers into you at a wild pace, not giving you a moment to adjust. Your legs completely give out and your whole body weight falls forward. You kick your heels up as Buggy manhandles your smaller frame. You couldn’t control your body anymore as you fist the decorative pillows on the chair you were currently bent over. You moaned and squealed as your powerful husband grabbed onto your colorful pigtails and pulled on them, to guide you back onto his cock. 

*WOOSH*

“Clown, we need you to sign a few more papers before we leave.” The doors to the grand meeting hall swing open and Mihawk and Crocodile stride back in. Immediately the duo pauses and looks at your sweaty, fucked-out body poised over the armchair. Crocodile and Mihawk look at each other and then again at you. 

“Gentlemen if you haven’t noticed, my wife needed some extra attention today. My apologies, but she needs some tending to.” Buggy slows his thrusts, but not completely stopping them, making you whine out in need. After being given no response, Buggy resumes his relentless pace inside of you, completely ignoring the two men who had just entered the office. 

Crocodile chortles. He comes around to face you. He raises his hook and brushes your sweaty bangs out of your face. The cool metal provides you a tingling sensation. 

“So you really are crazy for the clown, aren’t you?” Crocodile laughs and watches you try to grind yourself back onto your lover in an attempt to feel more of him. 

In your dick-drunk state you nod your head rapidly, throwing your ass back.  "Yes! Yes I love him! Fuck, so good!" You moan out.

“Crocodile…” You vaguely hear Mihawks velvet voice ring through one of your ears. “I’d be willing to leave our negotiations the way they stand if our colleague can prove himself worthy.” You could hear the mischief in his voice. 

“So you’d like to see the little circus girl cum? I think that might be fun to see… so, sure, why not?” Crocodile grins. Crocodile lifts your head with his hook to look at him. Buggy was still thrusting in and out of your sopping hole from behind. You moan as you feel Buggy graze your sweet spot. “Oh he makes you feel good, huh, little thing?” Crocodile smirks down at you. 

You moan in response. 

“Yes! Yes! Fuck my captain makes me feel so good!” You grin lazily and push your hips back even harder against Buggy’s . “Oh!” You gasp. 

“Mihawk, come look. I think she’s really about to cum, can you believe it?” Crocodiile beckons his cohort over. 

“Of course she is, she’s my baby! Show the boys what you can do!” Buggy smiles wildly and detaches one of his hands to rub at your clit, egging on your release. He presses his other hand down on your stomach. “There it is! Come on baby!” Buggy gives one last thrust inside of you before finishing which triggers your orgasm. You scream as you spray out your pleasure juices all over the office. 

Buggy was allowing the final spurts of his climax to flow into your walls as he pulled out roughly. 

“Now since you have your proof, I’ll be seeing you next week. The deal is settled.” Buggy went back into business mode as he tucked himself back into his pants. He scooped up your nude, lifeless form and seated you on his lap at his desk. “My wife needs some rest, so if you’ll excuse us.” Buggy gestures for the *debatably* more powerful men to leave the room. 

Crocodile and Mihawk look at each other before they silently exit the office, Buggy, hopeful he was done with them for a few days. You stayed in Buggy’s arms for at least 30 minutes as he hummed you silly circus tunes. 

“That’ll buy us a week’s peace. Let’s head to bed, my sweet doll.” Buggy picked you up to carry you back to his captain’s quarters. You nodded your head and let the warm feeling of your husbands arms overtake you. 

xx

Mo

[coeurcanelle]

☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆pt2

pt1 ,pt2, pt3, pt4,pt5

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie.

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

wc: 2k

"Jesus Christ !" the girl exclaimed when you showed her a small room full of neatly piled clothes. White T-shirts, jerseys, tracksuits, jackets, and even shoes were spread out everywhere. The motorcycle girl's eyes lit up brighter than the room.

"all of this, and here I thought I would have leftovers," she said. Her authoritative demeanor instantly vanished when she chuckled, and she felt like she was entering the gates of heaven as she walked into the room.

You let her meticulously inspect the fake clothes one by one, trying to find what she had initially come for.

"Is this all yours?" She noticed your silence and assumed you were used to seeing this type of luxury compared to her.

"of course," you assured, trying not to seem suspicious at all. You didn't even know where your dad got these clothes, and the last thing you wanted was to lose your very first customer.

"bullshit, you stole it, right?" she responded. You couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or genuinely upset. You couldn't see her smirk since her back was turned to you as she shuffled through the fake luxury clothes.

"well, if you don't plan on buy—"

"I'll take this," the motorcycle girl said, holding out a large black jacket that looked awfully similar to the one she was currently wearing, except it didn't have the golden writing of her gang.

But when you wanted to point that out, the auburn-haired girl had already taken 2000 bucks out of her wallet, eager to buy the jacket.

And then suddenly, guilt washed over you again, this time slightly worse than when you'd get money from your dad. "Actually, it only costs a thousand."

You had been pretty unfazed during this entire situation, but her next reaction left you surprised.

"only a thousand? Shut up, it's literally worth much more," the auburn-haired girl retorted, stepping closer to you, summoning her authoritative tone from earlier. You've never seen someone willing to overpay; this girl was truly something.

You looked at the two bills of 1000 bucks in her veiny hands before looking back at her face.

You didn't even know which thing was more questionable: the fact that she was carrying that amount of cash or that she was offended by the "under price."

The look of pure confusion in your eyes made her rethink.

"but if you're being for real..." ,she took back one bill of 1000 bucks before putting it in her pocket.

Though you were bad at reading people, you discovered she was definitely the type to act before thinking. It added to the list of common things she had with your dad.

Your eyes lingered on the 1000 bucks she gave you, and you thanked her gratefully, earning a smirk from the freckled-face girl. You had noticed her beautiful freckles from the moment she approached you; her green eyes perfectly contrasted with them, you secretly thought.

Having accomplished her side quest for the day, the auburn-haired girl shot a last glance at the room filled with clothes before following you to the front door.

The sweet scent of your perfume enveloped her, making her hum quietly. She hoped she didn't smell sweaty during the entire encounter.

Your first customer rode off on her motorcycle after carefully placing the bag carrying her jacket over the handlebar, looking joyful.

It was only when you watched her disappear in the dust as she drove far away that you realized you didn't even know her name.

"you should listen to yourself instead of listening to me."

"I still need your advice grandma."

A decade ago, your mother tried to convince you to live with her, insisting that her misbehavior didn't make her a bad person. With the mentality of a child and the limited free will you had, you decided to stay with your dad and your grandmother, who were rather laid-back. You were certain your closet wouldn't look the way it does now if you had unwillingly lived with your mom.

Thinking about your closet, the guilt you felt earlier was brutally replaced with regret. You wondered what you were thinking when you refused to take the two bills.

You ranted everything to your grandma, and she read you like an open book, from the letter to illegally selling fake luxury clothes. Hoping the wise old lady's words would reassure you, because the feeling of guilt had punished you enough, you were done with the mental anguish.

"you're so tense, sweetheart. Did you even bother drinking tea today?" the old lady asked. You confirmed you had in the morning. It didn't stop her from getting up from the couch to go to the kitchen, preparing for your evening tea time.

Shortly after filling your belly with warm black tea and mentally noting your grandma's words, you easily fell into a dreamless sleep, recharging your social battery.

With no dreams to stimulate your hyperfixation on deciphering hidden meanings, you were left with your grandma's words echoing throughout the morning: "darling, sometimes we make things harder than they need to be. Listen to your heart; it usually knows the way."

You reached the market, following the bright sun shining through the clouds, and quickly left after buying new tea bags. You hated buying things after they ran out. You liked feeling in control, but when you returned home, it was your grandmother who seemed out of control.

"ouch, I'm sorry!" the motorcycle girl kept apologizing in vain as your grandma pulled on her ear mercilessly.

What in the world was happening ?

You put your purse down, rushed to your grandma, and told her to stop hurting the auburn-haired girl.

Though you wondered why she had come back in the first place.

"It's the girl I told you about, my customer" you said, carefully prying your grandma's wrinkled hands away from the girl you hoped was innocent.

You were allergic to dog fur, so your grandma acted as a guardian whenever you left the house, and she took her job seriously.

The girl's ear was dark red!

Your grandmother approached your ear to whisper, "Sweetheart, did you see her jacket? She's part of a gang!" The motorcycle girl could totally hear your grandma's loud whisper; you were squinting your eyes as you felt her blowing so much air in your ear. She wasn't even whispering; she was creating a whole tornado in your eardrums. After convincing the old lady that she meant no harm, your grandma finally apologized.

"It's fine," the gangster lied, but she saw no point in arguing with someone who doesn't have all their head.

You opened your front door again, assuming the girl had come back for clothes. You let the poor girl enter before closing it behind you, leaving your grandma outside to go gardening.

"damn,she almost tore my ear off !"the gangster complained, touching her red ear.

"she's a little bit crazy, my bad," you replied empathetically, feeling bad for the motorcycle girl. "did you try to break in or something?"

You still wondered what happened before you arrived at the scene. The gangster read your expression and explained herself.

"why would I even—" Your assumption made the girl respond defensively. "I just drove here thinking you'd be here, but there was only your grandma, and she started to jump on me like I was a thief or something."

She had a tough appearance, but was it just superficial? You could only look at her like you look at the cover of a closed book; you couldn't read her.

The only thing you could do was apologize, but the motorcycle girl had another idea. She let go of her ear, which had become less red, and looked toward the direction where all your luxury clothes were secretly kept.

Didn't she get everything she wanted yesterday?

"maybe you could, you know... give me a free discount?" She didn't care to be bold; she just wanted to go straight to the point.

Words of apology meant nothing compared to actions.

"Is that what you came here for?" you asked, already imagining yourself going almost bankrupt like your dad.

There was no way she'd come all this way and let your grandma hurt her on purpose just so you could unfairly get her everything she wants, right?

The smirk on her face was full of malice; you already regretted riskily selling her fake luxury clothes.

The motorcycle girl reached into the same plastic bag you'd given her with the jacket she bought yesterday.

She was definitely going to threaten you with a gun or anything menacing!

"actually, no. I just put this in my washing machine, and when it came out, it had shrunk to the size of a kid," she sighed in disappointment, while you sighed in relief.

She took out the black jacket, which had been large before but was now poorly shortened.

Of course, those clothes were fake and too cheap to even withstand a good washing machine.

"maybe you should get shorter."

"my height is perfect, no thanks," she replied, following you behind. She noticed you were wearing a different frilly dress than yesterday, opting for blue and white colors like the weather of today.

Her eyes sparkled when you unlocked the room. It was as if you were unlocking a treasure chest.

She began shuffling through the clothes again, noticing there weren't any new ones, but it didn't stop her from searching through the vintage jackets your dad would wear.

you stood on the doorway hoping she didnt mean it when she wanted to get a free discount when she was literally willing to overpay yesterday

But the proud look on her face when she put on the same jacket over her black wife beater she bought yesterday made you feel hopeless.

"do I look... okay?" You advised her to take a jacket larger than the one she originally considered, so it would shrink to her size after washing.

"my grandma would definitely beat you up like this."

She took it as a 'yes',that comment made her smirk but she didnt smile refusing to break character. That is, until you brought up the letter.

"you know, you kind of write like a child," you said as you folded the extra-large jacket. She chuckled at that, fully aware of her handwriting.

"what do you mean? people say I write like a doctor," she replied, making you wheeze. She didn't appreciate you laughing AT her and quickly looked for a piece of paper nearby.

She spotted one on a piece of furniture, took out a pen from her pocket, scribbled something quickly, and handed it back to you.

"the bill I gave you yesterday is fake," you read, the quirky but neat letters confirming your suspicion that she wrote like an elementary schooler. You lifted your eyes to find her smirking, amused by how easily you'd been fooled.

Did she just scam you ?

After constantly telling her to leave, the gangster assured you she was just kidding and even gave you 2000 bucks for the jacket she had just bought. You were still annoyed by the joke the girl had pulled, but your annoyance turned to panic when you realized something.

When you took the bills the girl gave you, you realized you had lost your purse!

Your blue and white bow purse that you had brought to buy tea bags that morning.

At first, you were in denial. Maybe you just forgot to put it back in its place, in your closet. But then you remembered dropping it outside when you saw your grandma attacking the gangster. Panic set in when you rushed outside and didn't find it.

The worst part was that it didn't disappear alone. Without your grandma in sight to guard the house, it was evident that some wicked person had seized the chance to steal it!

Maybe things would have been different if you had let your grandma tear the girl's ear off...

[thebadphilosopher]

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[2baabbies]

update! (9/5/2024)

hiii baddies!

so, I need a break lol (there will be some emotional venting after the fic updates so please skip if you need to, tw for terminal illness and death and mental illness)

I’ve been trying to come back but I just have too much on my plate at the moment. more details to follow, but here are some of the things I’d like to have posted by the end of the month

🖤 I Wanna Be Yours (lee know x reader) wc: 5000+

🖤 Summer in Winter (faerie!felix x reader) wc: 4000+

🖤 Holding Back from You (hyunchanlix x reader, pt.3) wc: 7000+

🖤 skz requests (various) wc: 500-1000+

💚 Someone New (markhyuck/ot7 x reader, ch. 11) wc: 2000+

and more if I get the motivation! right now I find I have a lot of ideas, but no time or energy. on that note, I’m taking a break from tumblr starting today until may 24th! one of the reasons is that my best friend is coming to visit me from tomorrow until the 18th, and I want to be able to give her my full attention. social media in general is really distracting for me so I won’t really be checking my tumblr or responding to any messages 🫶🏻

in relation to that, our other best friend is in the process of packing and planning to move in with the friend that’s visiting; and she will be leaving my province shortly after bestie’s visit. I’m absolutely overjoyed for them, because we are the platonic love of each other’s lives, and they’re going to have so much fun together! on the other hand I’m very emotional, and I feel a lot of dread knowing once this visit is up both of my best friends are going to be far away from me. I’m def going to be making plans to see them once they’re settled, but I’m feeling very lonely. I’m trying to enjoy all the time we can spend together in person while it lasts. my birthday is also on the 17th, so I will be celebrating that with them and my other friends!

and finally, without giving too many details, I have a very close family member that has been battling an illness since last Christmas. I won’t go into it, but there are a lot of ups and downs and tbh mostly downs. watching them struggle has taken a huge toll on my mental health and as much as I try to pretend it’s not impacting me, I feel very hopeless. I’m really miserable actually lol at least a few times a week I cry in my boss’s office or while I’m on my breaks, and I often cry when I get home from work too. it has made me very sensitive to the topic of death, because there is a very low chance of recovery for this family member. my anxiety has worsened significantly since they got their diagnosis, and I’ve started to have serious mood swings. I think I just need a break from the internet and want to enjoy the bit of happiness I have right now.

so yeah, sorry to leave it on such a depressing note. sending everyone lots of love 💕

[jasmyluv]

029. "Bee"-t my dust!

(wc: 0.3k)

You were nervous, to say the least. Yes, you've been in many competitions and won them, but that doesn't lessen your fear of losing.

"You ok?" A familiar voice asks you.

"Oh, hi, Heizou. I'm fine, just nervous, you know?" You say, fidgeting your fingers.

"Ah, a feeling I know all too well, heh." He says, sitting down beside you.

"Huh? Really? You seem so confident though." You state the obvious.

"It's a facade. Who wouldn't be nervous competing with a potential valedictorian?" He confesses, grinning innocently.

"Ah- You flatter me, Heizou. Thank you."

"All participants, please move to the stage to your respective podiums. Again, all participants, please move to the stage to your respective podiums. Thank you." You're cut off by P.A going off.

"Well, Heizou. Good luck." You both stand.

"You as well, [Name]." 

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"Hello and welcome to the annual spelling bee of the academic year 2022 to 2023! I am your game host, Kamisato Ayaka, and will be hosting tonight's game. I'm sure you all know how the spelling bee works, yes? Alright. Let us first meet the competitors, shall we?" Ayaka introduces herself to the audience and your fellow competitors.

"Ok, what's your name?" She asks.

"Arataki numero-uno Itto!!"

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"Xingqiu, delighted to meet your acquaintance."

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"Uh, Layla."

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"Shikanoin Heizou."

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"I am Astrologist Mona Megistus."

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"Albedo Kreindeprinz of the STEM branch."

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"Raiden Kunikuzushi or Scaramouche."

-

"What's your name?"

"My name is [Name] [Last Name]." You speak into your mic, smiling to the crowd.

"Here are your eight competitors for this spelling bee. Get the most points to win the grand prize!"

Another voice comes into the scene, Keqing's. "Spell controversy."

*Ding!* 

Your podium lights up red.

"[Name]." She calls out your name.

"C-o-n-t-r-o-v-e-r-s-y." 

"Correct." The crowd cheers for you as your points go up 100 points.

"Yes!" 

"Ugh…" Scaramouche groans in annoyance. Is this a challenge of agility now?

"Don't groan, Scara. The competition's only starting."

"Yeah, yeah." 

"Next, spell the word uncopyrightable."

*Ding!* 

Scaramouche's podium lights up.

"Kunikuzushi."

"U-n-c-o-p-y-r-i-g-h-t-a-b-l-e." He says with very little hesitation in his voice.

"Correct." 

Ah, may the battle begin, Raiden.

previous :: MASTERLIST :: next

Of All People… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who’ve you’d hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

let me tell you how hard it was to write that in mobile omfg

Kazuha's list is actually trusted sjhfj

your friend group and scara's friend group are in the audience

2000 dollars for the champion, 1500 dollars for 1st runner up, 1000 dollars for 2nd runner up

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[tsukiyohanayome]

The Cursed Slave ch.1

an: I have no idea how long it's gonna be or whether or not I'm gonna ditch it, since I'm already upset with this fic as my proofreader shits on me and took more than 3 weeks and I didn't hear anything from them since. But I'm very invested in this fic. It's supposed to be a slowburn with eventual smut bc its Sukuna and my brain is rotten. wc: 1.6k tw: slavery??

Sukuna has always had a preference for the innocent ones.

It wasn’t because he wanted someone to take care of or because he liked to be gentle, no. It was rather the opposite. Innocence was fun. Fun to break. He delighted himself in how they always crumbled under his touch, succumbing to what they’d sworn their life to always run away from. It was amusing to play with his victims, play with their emotions, and make them addicted to his presence, his mere attention and physical contact. Addicted to the point of madness.

A slave. An empty shell of what formerly was a human. Why did this happen to me, you wondered, as one of them yanked you harshly by the chains connected to the collar around your neck and handcuffs on your wrists, causing you to fall. – "Pathetic maggot" – he scoffed, lifting your body and throwing you over his shoulder – "Can’t even walk, we probably won’t even make any money off selling you." – he said, carrying you over to the bidding area. 

You didn’t care. You didn’t care who is going to buy you or how much they were going to pay for you. It’s not like it matters. You don’t exist. Since that very day when the purge happened in your village, you were dead. They killed you with everyone else. Burned you down with all the houses, crops and memories. Except they didn’t. You and the group of other village girls and young women were spared and took prisoners to be sold. Were you really spared, then? They all were taken with different men, making it impossible to plan any way of escaping as you were completely alone. Where would you go, anyway? Every person you used to know was long gone. 

The room is cold and damp, circle shaped with a pedestal in a middle. Filled almost to the brim with monks buying slaves for their kings, as well as nasty drunkards, wanting a toy for their own sick pleasure. The moment you entered the room, sickening catcalling noises hit your ears and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. Your oppressor dragged you on the pedestal and then spun you around, like a little rag doll causing the group of those disgusting barbarians to whine even louder and the auctioneer hushed them to start his speech. – “Gentlemen, please! This one is our last for today, so calm down and we all can go home. Starting price is 1000 gold pieces!” – You hung your head. Your life was worth just a bit more than a couple loaves of bread now. Stinging tears started forming up in the corners of your eyes, as there was a brief silence in the room. Were you worth even less? Will they kill you, if no one buys you?

- “1500!” – shouted one. Strange relief, followed by terror when he continued – “she will make the cutest housewife for me and my men!” – a loud, repulsive smack of his lips filled your head and your stomach dropped. You’ve never been a religious person, but you found yourself praying to any possible god that was out there. Please, please, please NOT him. – "2000!" – Said another. Your body started shaking involuntarily as the bid went higher but you couldn’t dare to look, at who was going to be your next owner. You prayed for all of this to be just a sickening nightmare.

Your blood ran cold when you heard soft but a firm voice say “two million” and, as shocked as the rest of the attendees, you looked toward its source. It was a monk, dressed in a dark blue robe, with chin-length white hair. Your heart started racing, as maybe, just maybe the person you’ll be sold to, won’t be your death, judging by the stoic look of your bidder. 

Everyone was too shocked to proceed, the auctioneer sold you to the monk right away.

Grabbing your chains, the oppressor from before was about to drag you to the monk only to be stopped by their raised hand. – “Now, now. There’s no need to be this harsh.” – They spoke elegantly. The tiniest flick of fire lit in your heart, giving you a promise, you desperately tried to hold onto. Were you actually saved now?

The monk came up to you and you lowered your head, not daring to look at them. You’re just an object, after all. You’re not worthy to look at anyone without permission. A hand touched your chin lifting it and you yelped softly at a sudden, gentle contact. They looked into your eyes and smiled. – “Come on, we need to make you look appropriate before you can see the Master. My name is Uraume. Let’s go to your new home.” – Home. You wanted to both laugh and cry at that word. Your home. Flashbacks of the purge immediately hit you and you couldn’t hold the tears that rolled freely down your cheeks. 

Your village was your safety. You led a simple life of a young adult woman and helped your parents with daily errands, the farm and the crops. Sometimes you also would help other elderly neighbors as not many of them had kids on their own. The population structure in your village was rather an old one and you didn’t have any plans of changing that. You just weren’t interested in any village man you knew for your entire life. Every single day was the same, but you couldn’t care less. Of course, you longed for some thrill in your life, like from those tales your mom used to tell you. About a young village girl who met a prince and they lived happily ever after. Sometimes you even let yourself fantasize and think about “bad guys” coming to the village and a charming prince appearing out of nowhere, to save everyone and falling in love with you instantly. It certainly was something, that should only be a mere fantasy, right? 

Your village was a safe place, after all. Every full moon a sacrifice in the shape of a cow, pig or calf was taken away to the place you would rather not think about. But it kept your village safe. Something, certain someone was protecting your home and you never wanted to delve into details. 

You’ve heard a lot about neighboring villages being seized by brigands but nonetheless, the villagers weren’t scared. They said the sacrifices they’re giving suffice and so you were calm about your life as well. Until one day your fantasies became true. But partially. 

You woke up to the horrific screams of villagers and the smell of smoke. Looking out through the window you could see the fire, dangerously dancing on the rooftops of the houses you knew so well. You could hear voices you know, screaming, begging for help. Feeling the urge to stand up and do something, help them, fight! Fight? You are a common village girl who can’t even hold a bow properly. Cursing yourself mentally, you opened the window as silently as possible and you slid through. You had to hide, somewhere. But, to your misfortune, the second your feet touched the ground a pair of arms grabbed you, a hand covering your mouth to silence your cries, and you’ve been dragged somewhere. 

All the things they’ve done to you and everyone and everything…

Your prince never showed up…

- “Hello?” – a snap of fingers in front of your face brought you back to reality. Before you stand the same, white-haired monk that just bought you. Their dark-pink eyes looking intently at you – “I’ve asked you a question. What is your name?”

Your name? No one’s asked about it in so long, you almost forgot what it was. Did it even matter anyway? You whispered your name, barely audible though – “But I’ll answer to anything my new Master chooses to” – you add immediately. 

The monk smiled lightly and reached for a key, that the auctioneer must’ve given them when you were lost in your thoughts and unlocked your handcuffs and the collar, and started walking towards the direction of your soon-to-be-home. A hiss left your lips as you grabbed your wrist to massage the bruised skin. How long were you chained for? Weeks? Months? You don’t even know, time lost its meaning long ago. – “Are... Are you not worried that I might escape?” – you asked sheepishly. 

You could hear them chuckle shortly and they looked at you over their shoulder, without stopping – “I know you have nowhere to go, I know what happened to you. Besides, I’m taking you to the safest place you could ever be at. If you’re wanted there.”

The last bit leaves a dreadful chill running down your spine. But… How did they know what happened? You had so many questions forming up in your head and somehow, you felt like you can trust them. Uraume, was it? – “Ummm… U-Uraume…?” – you started, suddenly regretting using their name like this and all you wanted was to crumble into dust. You shut your eyes, waiting for a punishment that didn’t come and only heard a hum in response. Opening your eyes you saw the monk facing you now, their eyes tinted with concern – or so you imagined. – “I… What… Who… Who is going to be my new… New Master?” – you hate how this all sounds on your tongue. you knew you were going to hate them. You just wanted to be free. Not to be someone’s puppet, you wanted to live life again. “I know you have nowhere to go” the echo of Uraume’s words hit you instantly as if to mock your situation. 

They smiled at your question, turned away and started walking again. – “Your new Master? It’s Ryoumen Sukuna.”

Your stomach dropped. 

©tsukiyohanayome 2022 no next chapter date bc I have no idea and I'm just starting my new work, but I'll try my best to upload it next month or so

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[nesmeraldasims]

🌲👶 Waisenkind Challenge Sims 4 „Ausgesetzt im Wald“ 👶🌲

Link zum Erklärungsvideo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56BdSIbFEa0

💔 Story: Mama ist ungeplant schwanger, will Kind aber nicht, setzt es im Wald aus 💔

✨VORBEREITUNGEN✨

➡️ Erstelle zwei Eltern und ihr Kleinkind (das ist der Sim, den ihr dann spielt)

➡️ Erstelle einen verwahrlosten Sim, der im Wald wohnt (Teenager oder junger Erwachsener) der dir hilft, eine neue Familie zu finden (Sim soll sehr seltsam sein)

➡️ Platziere die Familie auf einem Grundstück und entferne dann, wie im Video erklärt, die Eltern.

➡️ Platziere das Grundstück „Ausgesetzt im Wald“ (suche in der Galerie nach: #nesmeraldawaisenkind oder meiner ID: NesmeraldaYT und aktiviere links unter erweitert: Benutzerdefinierte Inhalte einbeziehen - ist aber ohne und nur mit Basegame gebaut) oder bau einen eigenen Wald (dafür gibt es natürlich kein Geld Limit). Auf dem Grundstück ist ein “Keller”. Der wird erst als Kind wichtig, als Kleinkind einfach ignorieren bitte :D

➡️ Wenn ihr fertig seid mit dem Wald: mit STRG + Shift + C-Taste Cheat Konsole öffnen und zuerst „testingcheats true“ und dann „money 20“ eingeben (ohne „“).

✨START✨

➡️ Leben als Kleinkind:

Kleinkind ausgesetzt im Wald mit 20 Simoleons!

Du triffst auf den verwahrlosten Sim, er wohnt auch im Wald.

Du darfst den verwahrlosten Sim steuern ABER dich nicht um die Bedürfnisse des Kleinkindes kümmern

Leben im Wald:

Tag 1: Freunde dich mit dem verwahrlosten Sim an

Tag 2: Ihr sprecht beide mit ganz vielen Fremden, bettelt und versucht Freunde zu finden

Tag 3: Ihr findet raus wo eine bestimmte Familie wohnt und lungert vor ihrem Haus rum (könnt anklopfen aber nicht in das Haus gehen)

Tag 4: Klopft an und geht in das Haus. Freunde dich mit den Familienmitgliedern an. Wenn du mit allen gesprochen hast und dich mit ihnen verstehst, verschwindet der verwahrloste Sim wieder auf eurem Waldgrundstück und du wirst von der Familie adoptiert.

Lerne so viele Skills wie es geht & sammle alles was du finden kannst

Werde zum Kind und verschwinde mit 300 Simoleons + Zelt + Kühlbox

Ändere dein Aussehen komplett

➡️Leben als Kind (zurück auf dem Start Grundstück Cheat: freerealestate on):

Du triffst wieder auf den verwahrlosten Sim auf eurem Grundstück

Geh nicht zur Schule

Baut euren Unterschlupf im Wald weiter aus, auch gerne unterirdisch. Du darfst aber keine Dusche & WC haben

Duschen & auf’s Klo gehen darfst du in öffentlichen Anlagen oder bei Fremden Zuhause

Rede viel mit Fremden und sammle alles was du finden kannst

Bleibe 2 Tage bei dem verwahrlosten Sim

Bau einen Garten an (du darfst alles was du sammelst und anbaust natürlich verkaufen)

Such dir ein neues Haus & eine neue Familie (wie zuvor als Kleinkind)

Werde wieder von einer Familie aufgenommen, wenn du mit allen geredet hast

Schreib dir auf, wieviel Geld zu besitzt, bevor du aufgenommen wirst

Lerne so viele Skills wie es geht

Hilf ganz viel im Haushalt mit

Sammle alles was du findest

Bau dir einen Freundeskreis auf, du verliebst dich in jemanden. Du musst die Person aber zurücklassen, sobald du ein Teenager wirst

Werde zum Teenager, klau der Familie 1000 Simoleons und verschwinde

Ändere dein Aussehen komplett

‼️Zähle das Geld das du davor hattest zu den 1000 Simoleons dazu, das heißt, wenn du als Kind 130 Simoleons hattest, verlässt du das Haus jetzt mit 1130 Simoleons ‼️

➡️ Leben als Teenager (wieder auf Start Grundstück):

Verwahrloster Sim ist weitergezogen (auf anderes Grundstück verschieben)

Geh nicht mehr zu Schule

Bau deinen Unterschlupf weiter aus, mit WC aber immer noch keine Dusche!

Dinge sammeln, anbauen etc.

Du triffst einen jungen, attraktiven Mann mit viel Geld

Verbringe eine Nacht mit ihm, klau ihm 2000 Simoleons und werde ungeplant schwanger

‼️Geld Cheat: mit STRG + Shift + C-Taste Cheatkonsole öffnen und den Betrag mit „money“ eingeben. Beispiel: wenn du 1130 Simleons hattest gibst du ein: money 3130 (weil 1130 + die 2000 die du gerade gestohlen hast)

💚 Spiele so weiter, wenn du Mods benutzt:

Verbringe die Schwangerschaft nur in deinem Unterschlupf (keine Reisen mehr)

Sobald das Kind auf der Welt ist, suche mit deinem Kind eine weitere Familie und tu so, als wäre dein Kind deine Schwester/Bruder. Erfinde eine dramatische Geschichte, warum ihr Hilfe braucht (z.B. Eltern gestorben, böse Stiefmutter, gewalttätige Eltern etc.)

Werde in der Familie aufgenommen und zieh dein Kind in dem Haus groß

Schreib dir davor aber wieder auf, wieviel Geld du hast

Sobald du zur jungen Erwachsenen wirst, verschwinde mit deinem Kind, klau der Familie 1000 Simoleons und verändere euer Aussehen komplett!

Bau deinen Unterschlupf für dich und dein Kind aus, such dir einen Job und versuch dein Leben in den Griff zu bekommen.

💙 Spiele so weiter, wenn du keine Mods benutzt:

Öffne die Cheat Konsole mit STRG + Shift + C-Taste und gib: „testingcheats true“ ein (ohne „“) und drücke enter

Gib in der Cheat Konsole „cas.fulleditmode“ ein

Klicke mit gedrückter Shift-Taste auf deinen Starter Sim und öffne „Erstelle einen Sim“

Füge ein Kleinkind hinzu

Suche mit deinem Kind eine weitere Familie und tu so, als wäre dein Kind deine Schwester/Bruder und erfinde eine dramatische Geschichte, warum ihr Hilfe braucht (z.B. Eltern gestorben, böse Stiefmutter, gewalttätige Eltern etc.)

Werde in der Familie aufgenommen und zieh dein Kind in dem Haus groß

Schreib dir davor aber wieder auf wieviel Geld du hast

Sobald du zur jungen Erwachsenen wirst, verschwinde mit deinem Kind, klau der Familie 5000 Simoleons und verändere euer Aussehen komplett!

Bau deinen Unterschlupf für dich und dein Kind aus, such dir einen Job und versuch dein Leben in den Griff zu bekommen.

Viel Spaß bei der Challenge!

[magpiewritingthing]

where the girls run

Series: flowers

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Summary: With her twin missing in the Henbane, the second Junior Deputy steps foot back in Faith’s domain.

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Warnings: mentioned past child abuse & sexual assault & harassment, nongraphic violence, canon character death, one use of the c word

Other notes: not entirely sure on Faith's voice here tbh lmao 8);;;;; concrit would be welcomed in that area mostly

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Jemima remembers nothing of prayers, only the fear she used to feel when the old man used to rant and rave and the old man’s wife would only sit with indifference (or fear, she doesn’t know, and doesn’t care, anyway). Mom and Dad are agnostic, and raised her and Jason that way, instilling a sense of polite scepticism; at the very least, they were polite with Jerome and Joseph equally -- before they’d left to see Mom’s sister in Indiana for the week. Thinking of them now, as she steps a booted foot into the Henbane River, she hopes they’re still there, and didn’t return early to this hellhole.

The sickly-sweet stench of the Bliss irritates her nose. She sneezes, and does her best to wipe her nose, keeping her eyes beady. Hallucinations are likely, which she knows well, Solomon’s image outlined with hazy and glittering green imprinted on her brain for the foreseeable future, as long as her memory never starts to deteriorate. A baby’s cry hurts worse, of course.

She knows that Jason came here not long after returning from the Mountains, blood having formed patterns on his shirt. The Resistance had trusted him to take care of Faith, after having dispatched the Whitetail region of Jacob (despite the deaths of several Whitetail Militia, and especially their leader, Eli Palmer, staining his shirt and his hands just as much), and Jemima had to focus on John, and getting Hudson out of that rathole bunker. Jemima had finished with John (and would’ve taken the Baptist’s head -- for herself, for Mary May, for Nick, for Kim, for Carmina, for Joey, for the entirety of Holland Valley, for her brother, and God, if there is a God, she’d swear by that cunt’s hypothetical existence that she would’ve taken Jacob’s head, too, if Jason hadn’t told her to stay far away from the mountains), and had immediately set off in search of her brother who no-one had heard from in two days. Complete radio silence conjured up nightmares of Jason as an Angel, and more of him shooting himself in the head.

A Bliss bullet hits her in the leg. Natch!

Faith scares her. Joseph does too, in a way, with his hold and influence, a human epicentre of doom and disaster. John -- oh, John enraged her more than she could be scared of him, but she was, and was scared of Jacob although she never met him. The potential of their power (those that were alive) was something that gave her pause, made her think about wanting and wishing to turn back, redo this arrest business, get the National Guard involved, for fuck’s sake -- but one has to be brave, be very brave, to fight evil things. Oh yes, like a knight in shining armour fights a fearsome dragon. Of course, of course, Jemima is that exact kinda knight, isn’t she? Delusions of grandeur! It was a toss-up between PRIDE or WRATH on her chest -- the latter won out. At least later, if she survives long enough, she can turn it into something cool. Easier to minimise these horrible things rather than to face them with real bravery, she finds.

“Hello, Jemima.”

“Hey, Faith. Girl time?” Just two young women hangin’ out in a bunker, ya know.

“Sure! That’s why you came back, right?”

She doesn’t like the way that’s phrased, but then again, Faith scares her the most out of the Seeds. Ah, your would-be sister. She needs to stop thinking like that, in wistful would-bes and coulda-beens, but it’s difficult with the Bliss starting to take a real hold. The after-effects, the way it still lingers after the initial shot.

“I guess.” Playing along, and slurring just a touch. She’d come here for that? Or to kill Faith? And upset Joseph some more? If he even gives a flying shit about Faith, and not just what she means to the Project. But then the same might come into question about his brothers. Her mind’s going to fast to pin these thoughts down and pump them full of that sweet-ass coherence juice, though. Shame. If she weren’t drugged up to the eyeballs, and drowning under it still with every minute passing, she’d probably be able to outline a neat little essay-style thing about it all. Arguments and counter-arguments and all.

Faith seems to be enjoying this, of course, kicking her legs off the desk. Yeah, of course she’s the kinda girl to sit on desks. Jemima would to, if she weren’t tied to a rather sturdy chair (without wheels!) and starting to slouch in it. Does this Bliss shit just jellify your bones? The fuck?

The sister laughs. Faith (or Rachel?) or Jemima or both (all three), it’s not immediately clear, but Jemima is smiling because she heard it and it sounded good. “Did I say that out loud?” she asks.

“Yes, you did. And you should know already,” Faith says, slipping off the desk and booping Jemima on the nose, which is kinda annoying because now it feels like she has to rub it but she can’t because she’s tied up and wow! that's annoying! But Faith keeps talking, like her brothers: “It doesn’t turn your bones to jelly, but it can do that to your mind if there’s too much.” Angels. Ah. For a moment, she’d forgotten about the real horror of what can happen, having been lost in a good ol’ laugh with Funny Faith.

“Oh yeah,” she says quietly, then asks, suddenly panicking as a spark of memory stabs through green fog: “Where’s Jason? And Sheriff Whitehorse?”

And now Faith looks disappointed. It makes Jemima want to shrink into a ball. Reminding Faith about Whitehorse brings up what he’d said before, and what everyone else had regurgitated before him: that Faith was a liar and a manipulator and nothing she said could be trusted. Tracey, she thinks, is the only person closest to the truth about Faith, but even then, that was more about Rachel Jessop from before. A manipulator and a liar -- Jemima believes that, but it can’t be about everything. Not when she knows about that kinda truth.

Not personally. Or at least, not close enough to count it as such. Or is it? If it were anyone else who's heartrate spiked up when someone had presumed enough familiarity or boldness or confidence to not face consequences of any kind, Jemima would argue so. A hand on the hip -- what is that? Just flirting. It’s only ever “just flirting”. It’s the only most-dangerous thing anyone had dared try with her. College: what circle of Hell is that? Jemima counts herself lucky that she could choose, that she chose Solomon. Sweetest Solomon, too good for her, too kind, too understanding, and he would’ve been all that still if she’d chosen the other choice. She might’ve still had him.

“They’re elsewhere.” Short answer, and she worries more about her twin than about her boss (a girl is a liar only, and a girl is dispensable, it’s only trouble not worth getting into, only lies and manipulation and attention-seeking from a little girl with glaring bruises in a nice house and a nice town and a nice fucking county), but Faith’s recovered with a smile that Jemima will pretend she’s not questioning. “I heard you were coming to see me,” her voice is sickly-sweet, the sound translation of the smell of Bliss, “so I made sure they weren’t in the way so we could have our little girl talk in peace. Boys, you know?” Hands clasp on the arms of the wooden chair, and the stench of Bliss is so strong this close-up it makes Jemima’s eyes water, and she turns her face away to avoid looking the other girl (woman, she’s an adult woman now, she’s older than you for fuck’s sake, barely but still) in the eye. “They take up your time, they waste your time, they want to make your time all. about. them.”

Is this Faith? She is so angry. It’s not very Faith-like to be angry, is it? Not so viscerally.

“They do,” Jemima agrees, finally meeting Faith’s eye again, knowing and remembering several who fit the bill from school and college. Some of the guys at the station, too, come to think of it. Then she blurts out, “I believe you.” It seemed important to say, because Faith knows what everyone else is saying, and has said, and will continue to say about her, from way back then until the day she dies. Faith is not blind nor deaf to this.

It makes Faith lean back, looking more like Rachel might when faced with someone taking her side for once (Tracey did, Tracey tried, you must remember this, you are not unique to knowing Rachel and Faith), before it washes away again under a plaster smile, pearly teeth on display. “I know you do,” sounds like I knew you would, and it sounds like relief, but not quite trust. Forehead-to-forehead, she repeats, “I know you do.” Jemima closes her eyes then, leaning into this physical contact that Faith's allowing, because Faith might need this, something soft even if momentary.

Peace is spoiled by a baby’s crying, and Jemima whips her head away, this way and that, raw panic strangling her as she pulls and rattles at the rope that’s tight around her arms and torso. “Where is she?” she shouts, starting to cry and thrash in her chair.

Faith looks at her with odd fascination, like watching an insect. Then there’s more noise outside -- gunfire -- and Jemima howls because she can’t find her, and then Faith is gone yet again, and Jemima is left with Rhoda’s screeching cries in her ears, and fear for Jason's safety.

                                                                                     ---

Jason couldn’t bring himself to kill again, not even now when he was still wearing the same clothes unwashed. Not even a smart remark would seem to snap him out of his seemingly lasting stupor. It’s the shock, she tells herself. So it’s Jemima who takes to drowning instead. She’s not sure it’s worked, because when she turns to look back at the body, it’s disappeared. She has an hysterical thought: maybe Faith was never real.

She decides it doesn’t matter, since Joseph releases two barrels full of Bliss in front of the church.

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thank you for the march flash fiction prompts. i'm not part of the discord but i got into a new show and ship last week, & for the first time in nearly 5 years I've felt like writing again, & the prompts finally got me to start. i'm failing at word count, my 1st was 500 and the next two went over, 2000 and 1000. but considering that 3500 in 2 days is more than the 0 of the last 5 years, & exceeds my total wc from the 4 years before that, it's still a win for me.

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Ha úgy érzed, szar éved volt 2019, olvasd végig, hogy a SoDInak hogyan telt, és jobb kedvre derülsz!

2019.01 Mult karácsonyi hazautazáskor a berlini szauna úgy lefárasztotta, hogy elaludt a vonaton, így lekéste a repülőt. Drága vonat út vezetett újszászra, 2019.01 A blogszférában ismeretlen Meleg Márkkal közös flokkot készített. Az ünnepek alatt a miskolci barlangfürdt látogatták meg, ahol nagy valószínséggel mindkettejük pillantgatott lefelé. "sajnos itt fürdőruhában" 2019.01 "Megvan az új vlog-menetrendem. Gamer vlog kedd reggel. Közéleti vlog csütörtök reggel. A fő vlog visszaköltözik péntek du 4-re." "Szombat vágatlan" 2019.01 A magánéletéről és a devizás haverjáról soha többet nem fog beszélni, de: A devizás haver 60 ezer forintért kiváltotta a nagymamája aranyékszereit (ezért még utoljára küld 250 eurot) 2019.01 Routert fog bérelni, hogy ne kelljen megvenni, és akkor tud majd szakadásmentesen twitchelni, mint a profik. 2019.01 Profi angol és német feliratozást rendel a vekniflokkjaihoz (jövő héten) A forumon Eszter17 néven szólal meg a faszmonológot fordító szerencsétlen. 2019.01 Londonban sörikézett Meleg Márkkal, azonban óránként 3 fidesz megosztás volt. Flokkban csak galambetetés volt jókedvű sodival. 2019.01 A VR-boxolásban úgy elfáradt, hogy kétszer kidőlt, beszélni annyira sem tudott, mint álltalában. 2019.02 A beigért napi 4 flokk és 4 játékteszt nagyrésze elmaradt, ahogy várható volt. 2019.02 Élő játéktesztben egy külföldi nick-et felvevő troll arra kérte, hogy angolul adja a műsort. Parádés makogás ment végig. (SoDI kipróbálja: Jump Force) 2019.02 "Úgy alakulnak az estéim, hogy már fáradt vagyok vlogot vágni." (online masztiparti?) 2019.02 Athénba ment meleg márkkal és más buzikkal. Nagy volt a jókedv. 2019.02 A disznó új flokkjába a perui lima város képét teszi maga mögé háttérnek képmanipulációval. A felmentést várja másodfokon. 2019.02 Magyarázkódó flokk, hogy miért nincs flokk: Elveszi idejét az ötletelés, hogy mi legyen. Nagy valószínséggel Márkék lehúzták, és ez beütött neki. 2019.02 gaming flokk elején nagy durranást igér a Áprilisra. 2019.03 A disznó instagramján Kanadai irodájából tesz ki képeket. A már lefogyott bolgár yeti kommenteli, lájkolja minden posztját. 2019.03 Ezentúl főleg playstationon fog streamelni, de azért vesz egy bika gamer desktopot. "ha már veszek, akkor nyilván nem gyengébb lesz ennél, hanem erősebb, 2000 euros" 2019.03 Az athénos részekben Meleg Márk proli stílusát láthatjuk, és egy alkalommal a sodi vállához dörgöli a nóziját. (2012-ben még arról adott ki közleményt, hogy azonos nemek társaságát nem keresi.) A flokkok alatt Meleg Márk bevédi a sodit. 2019.03 Szabadsága során egy live gaminget közvetített Meleg Márk miskolci hálószobájából éjjel. A mögötte levő CRT TV felett dildó, síkosító, kézkrém és WC papír volt látható a nagyvilág számára, mivel a zöld háttér berlinben maradt. 2019.03 Rövid flokkban Meleg Márkkal halat eszik egy miskolci étteremben 50000 forintért, melyet bevallottan egyedül fizetett ki. Az étterem falán egy álsodi Endi Kiss néven panaszkodik, hogy át lett verve, linkeli a flokkot. Később az igazi sodi helyreigazít. 2019.03 Meleg Márkkal közösen live gamerkedés közben bemutatja a twitchen kommentelő trollokat Márknak. Előszőr veréssel és anyjuk hálószobájában lefényképezésével fenyegeti őket, majd meghívja őket saját csatornájára, mert jól elvan velük. Mivel a forum .org-os domain, kérdezik Márkék, hogy ez valami szervezet? SoDI: Szervezett bűnözés "Érdekérvényesít képességben a tomket a csúcs, de még ő sem talált fogást a trollokon." 2019.03 Stream deck-et vesz. A technikai próba közben közszemlére teszi képernyjét. Pornós könyvjelzők, forum ikon, "nud" könyvtár, melyben férfiak is vannak. A videot törli, de felkerült tanszéki tükörre. 2019.03 "Aroncute" nevű nézővel beszélgetve elmondja: - Hitelkártyáján már minuszban volt. Ezért egy "másik helyről" felvesz még 3000 euro hitelt 3 évig törlesztőre. - Márknak 750 eurot utalt egy közös, titkos projektre. - schrekk lejárt szavatosságú tortával kanapéra döntötte. 2019.03 Márk közös játék közben kezdi felismerni sodi korlátait. 2019.04 Április elsején megigéri, hogy mostantól már tényleg heti 4 flokk és 4 live bénázás lesz. 2019.04 Márk mérgében kilép a játékból, amikor nőnevű trollok belinkelik a buzisra, gecisre retusált képét. 2019.04.04 A disznó azt állítja, hogy menedékjogot kapott Kanadában, miután felfüggesztettre mérsékelik ítéletét. 2019.04.04 Live streamben Márk: Ne a trollokkal foglalkozz, hanem játszál, mert nem fogunk veled többet játszani! Elmondja a buziknak, hogy dokumentáltan nagyon nagy a pitonja, de ez csak egy mellékes körülmény. Márknak azzal magyarázza az adósságát, hogy "évekig Jézuskomplexusa volt". Megint felvillantja desktopját pornós linkekkel. Anyázik, ami márknak nem tetszik. "De minden stream-ben ordítok", erre márk fenyegetőzik. A Consors Finanz látszik az előzmények között. Ez lehet a "másik hely" ahonnan a 3000 eurot veszi fel. Trollnak válaszol, hogy a nud mappában nudista strandos csoport képek vannak, nem pasis képek. Ezután nem jöttek további közös gaming streamek. 2019.04.13 Romániába utazik márkékkal. 2019.04.26 Flokkban csak az anyagi helyzetéről beszél korábbi igérete ellenére. 3500 eurot vett fel, a 3000 után pluszba. Felkészült a nyárra: vízálló fülhallgató, e-book olvasó. A kommentelő aki kitalálja, miért megy a Sodi Budapestre, Paypal-on utal 5000 forint jutalmat. A helyes megfejtő trollt kibannolta. 2019.04.27 Budapestre utazik, hogy megnézze a Bosszúállókat magyar szinkronnal, mert más nyelven nem beszél. 30 ezerért vett egy kis táskát, arra az esetre, ha laptop és "törcsi" nélkül utazik, mert a nagyobb táskájába nem fér kevesebb. 2019.04.29 Wizzair jegyet akart vásárolni, levonták a pénzt, de nem lett jegy. Nagy örjöngést nyomott le a púpfalon. Közben beismerte, hogy ő állja márkék repüljegyeit. 2019.05 Márk berlinbe repült a sodi által vett jegyen, de közös képet nem tett közzé, nem tudni még, hogy sodival találkozott-e. 2019.05 Facebook tiltást vonzott be. Egy darabig nem adott életjelet. 2019.05 Márk autoval látogatott berlin közelébe facebook posztjai szerint. Egyesek szerint ez már a hazamenekítés. 2019.05 Megkegyelmezett a szarmagyar Wizz-air-nek, mégsem teszi tönkre. 2019.05 Flokkigérgető flokk-ot tesz közzé a Barcelonai reptéren. Ide Márknak is vett jegyet. 2019.06.06 Lego live: A londonbuszos legón meglátta a 16+ javasolt életkort ezért vett egy 7+ éveseknek való kisautolegót. 1 óra alatt sem tudta összerakni. Következetesen LIVE 1-nek nevezte, mert tudta elre, hogy sorozat lesz. Úgy néz ki, gyógyszerre vedel. 2019.06.07 Lego LIVE 2: két óra alatt pár lépést haladt előre Márk segítségével. Ezúttal 3 kamera volt, de egyiken sem látszott amit éppen csinál, ezért vesz egy negyediket. Márk ötlete volt, hogy zöld kesztyűt vegyen fel, hogy megkímélje a gyerekeket a pókujjak látványától, igazi troll. Márk ráunt a bénázásra, és elköszönt, de még vetetett egy repüljegyet magának. Bejött a főbérl és a 26 fokos hmérséklet miatt balhézott. 2019.06.15 Szardinából közzétett egy rövid flokkigér flokkot, melyben Márk mellette ült romantikus közelségben. 2019.06 Márk facebook oldalán válaszol haverjának, hogy neki az utazgatás a munkája (nem tagadja, hogy sodilehúzó) 2019.06 Fél napig nem volt letiltva a Facebookról. Flokkigér flokkban magyarázza, hogy a facebook tiltás miatt nincs flokk. Burkoltan utal, hogy a flokkéhes trollokat így fogja büntetni minden tiltásért. 2019.07 Nudista flokk végén trailerezi a második részt, amelyben beszámol egy újabb becsajozásról, aki már nem olcsó szláv lesz. Minden tartozó retard munkát talált, és törleszteni készül. 2019.07 A nemszláv barátnő egy cseh masszőzkurva volt. Két alkalommal verette ki a pitont drezdában. Felárat is fizetett önként, így összesen 430 euro ment, de semmi extra nem volt benne. 2019.07.09 Überkusza live, melyben 6 video látszik egyszerre, egymást eltakarva: néhány szardíniából, néhány pedig legó bénázásról. Zöld kesztyűben átlátszik a háttér. 2019.07 Londoni gyenge flokk végén megköszöni a "rajongóknak" a montázst, melyen márky-t lánynak ábrázolják mellette. 2019.07 Gaming live: Már minusz 23000 euro a vagyona, melyet 3 hitelkártyán, és 3 személyi hitelben tárol. Egy személyi hitellel akarja kiváltani 4 éves futamidvel. Már azzal számol, hogy a retardok nem fizetnek vissza. A miskolci studióba fektetett pénz elúszott, mert márk osztrákba ment dolgozni. Ettől még maradnak barátok, és élnek a közös flokktervek. Leönti magát sörrel, ezzel vége a live-nak. 2019.07 Autos live-ban lábszagkamerát is élesít, melyen előszőr látja a nagyvilág, hogy a lábfeje is deformált, néha buzispiccel. 2019.07 Két órás vekniflokk: Már valószínűsíti, hogy Márk lehúzta. Márk azt igérte, segít olcsobban utazást szervezni, ehelyett minden út kurva drága lett. Márk buzi haverjának erdélyi útját is meghitelezte, mert kardántengelyt kellett cserélni a kocsijában, de ez kintlevőség. Márk berlini hétvégi látogatása 1000 euroba került sodinak. Előzetes az erdélyi flokkból: A két cigó otthagyta az éttermben, mert nem volt jó a pizza. Később "find my phone" funkcióval kereste autojukban hagyott tabletjét, és gyalog ment utánuk. 2019.07 London 2: A hitelezőmanók(bankok) teletömték a közös postaládát hitelreklámmal, mely Shrecknek nem tetszett, ezért lekaparta a nevét a postaládáról. A levelek visszapattantak, ezért a hitelkártyacégek letiltatták sorra minden kártyáját, ezért ideggörcsös telefonálás volt Erdélyben, közben azon izgultak a miskolci buzik, tudják-e még lehúzni, vagy ott lehet hagyni. 2 órán keresztül magyarázta shreknek, hogy kiknek, és miért adott kölcsön, ami a -24000 eurohoz vezet. Még 6000 euro a hitelplafon. Előszőr hall hús-vér embertl olyan okosságot, amit a trolloktól is: blokkolnia kéne az összes retardot, mert nem fognak tejelni. 2019.07.24 Visszatért a forumra, de a sárga nicket nem használja. Semmilyen álsodi nem tud ilyen speciális autifosást. 2019.07 Munkaidben reggeltől estig azon rágódik a forumon, hogy megkapja-e a 25000 euros hitel kiváltó hitelt. Egyes trollok a kitíltását követelik. 2019.08.01 Ráeröltették a sárga nicket, hiába sír: "Nem akarok narancssárga nicket. :( Zsidó vagy." 2019.08 Hetek óta mantrázza a forumon, hogy márk nem húzta le. Munkaidben is megy az auticunami. 2019.08 Megkapta a 25000-es überfütyihitelt. Ezután napi 28 euroból kell gazdálkodnia. De már kiszemelte a Nintendo Switch-et. 2019.08.10 Flokkban beismeri, hogy soha nem volt jogsija, elsodikázta a megszerzést, pedig már előre vettek neki autot, amit csak évek mulva adtak el. 2019.08.10 A márkkal utazgatás, és a studióra küldött pénz összesen 6000 euro eddig. 2019.08 Forum posztja szerint ingyen nyalta a faszát egy kövér. "ha csúnya, legalább szopni tudjon, de nem tudott, ezért csá" 2019.08.20 A főbérlnek 150 eurot fizet, hogy takarítsa ki a szobáját amég Krakkóban flokkol. 2019.08 Flokkban Márk haverja ősrégi mercijével mennek "fürcsibe kétszázzal" A sebességmér csal, talán 170-el mentek. Rendszámát közzétette. 2019.08 Márknak még utoljára utal pénzt, mert ha miskolci uzsorástól kell kérnie, akkor az később elveheti a twitch studió-t. 2019.08.31 Szeptembertől STNII. Még éjfélig nyomott egy auticunamit. 2019.09.06 Buziszaunás flokkban beismeri, hogy netről töltött le rejtett kamerás nudi felvételeket. Csak azért nem csinál maga ilyen felvételeket, mert talál a neten. 2019.09.09 Facebookban fejti ki, hogy a német terrorelhárítás a fidesz TV-ből ismeri a terroristák útvonalát és titkos terveit. 2019.09 A malacz 10 éves kis piros autot vett. Flokkjában elutazik a buzinegyedbe és droidként buzizik le mindenkit. Tolvajkergetőset is játszik de csak lightosan. Erős angol akcentusa lett magyarul. 2019.09.24 Shrekk lehúzta 600 eurora az előszobaszőnyeg miatt. A recskás porszívórobotja ráborította a szobafestéket, majd kimosta és összement. Attól rettegett, hogy Shrekk lecseréli a zárat. Sodi szerint még így is pluszban van, mert ez csak a Nindendo Switch-re félretett pénze volt. Shreck hozzátette, hogy 37 évesen nem Márióval kéne játszani. 2019.09.24 100 euro rezsit kellett ráfizetnie, pedig elvileg a szobabérlés németországban tartalmazza az átalánny rezsit. 2019.09.24 Büszke Márk-ra, aki alapítványi jelleggel telepít napelemeket úgy, hogy zsömlére sincs pénze. Ergó a pénteki raftingolást is sodi állja. 2019.10 - A régóta beharangozott rafting trip-en horgászás volt rafting helyett, pedig előre utalta a rafting jegyet.(de beépítve) - Live videót láthatunk a hulla részeg Márkról. - Azért lehet ilyen részeg, hogy ne kelljen Sodival basznia a közös szálláson. - Sodi borsódi prolinak nevezi Márkot, mire az többször veréssel fenyegeti, amit az autisodi meg sem hall, folytatja a monológot a live-ban. 2019.10 A zártkörű magyar youtube trash csoportban fő téma lett sodi, és ő maga is löki az auticunamit ahogy a forumon szokta. Kifogásolja, hogy miért minden poszt róla szól, pedig ő nem is trash. A snecológia tanszék előadást tart a trash csoportnak a forumon és az FB csoportjukban is. 2019.10 200 euros Logitech Brio webcam-et vesz a Saturnban a beharangozott Lego live-hoz. A tajvani cég egy jobb kamera képével és egy "nénivel" reklámozza a brio kamerát a balekeknek, ezért vette meg a flokkerünk. Sírva ment a kanapéra. Tesztelős live-ban kiderült, semmivel nem jobb, mint a régi Shrekk bejön és lebassza, hogy még mindig világítanak a softboxok, pedig megvan a low light webcam. Sorban megmutatja kütyüjeit. 2019.10 Elköltött többszáz eurot hangulatvilágításra annak ellenére, hogy már előtte kiderült, új kamerája nem is lát sötétben. 2019.10.25 A COD modern warfare-t véletlenül 4K-ban közvetíti a trolloknak úgy, hogy sem a faptopja, sem az ogrétől vett antiq TV nem 4K. Lassú volt, ezért megvette PS4-re. A forumon ezután magyarázták el neki a lassúság okát. Írt egy refund kérelmet kutyában, melyet a forumon is megosztott. 2019.10 Flokkigérő flokkban kitette a következő heti epizódok címeit és dátumait. Január 31: Miskolci twitch studió bemutatása. 2019.10 2400 euros gamer PC-t tervez venni áruhitelre, később 1420 eurora módosítja a tervet. 2019.11 Tavaly Borsódban túrázva márk aggódik, hogy a béna sodi le ne essen a szakadékba, mert ez többmillió forintos veszteség lenne neki. 2019.11 Az akadozó stream miatt 36 percig megállás nélkül káromkodik. Törli a streamet, de van tanszéki tükör. 2019.11 600 euros "keretet" tesz le az Ogrénak miután fogkrémkupakot ejt a lefolyóba. 2019.11 1440 euros előre összerakott gépet rendel az Otto női ruhaboltból. Okosan nem az otthoni összeszerelős de olcsobb szettet választotta. A trollok hamar kivesézték, hogy mit kéne rögtön upgrade-elni benne. 2019.11 Megjött a gamer PC: Geciszerű szépítőmaszkot ken a pofájára, mert a trollok írták, hogy nem szép. Átverés volt, mert a csomagon levő kék helyett csillogó lett a pofája. Az előre összerakott gamer PC-be 20 percig nem tudta bedugni a "220-at", mert a gép hátulja lefelé, a padló felé állt, és az aljába akarta bedugni. Szét is akarta szedni. Nem volt kép, mert dedikált GPU helyett az alaplapi kimenetbe dugta HDMI kábellel az Orion őstévét. Egy balfasz twitchnéző szólt neki fél óra mulva. Pedig már rohant volna a Saturnba monitort venni. A WIN10 beállítással szopott fél órát nyüszítve. Nem tudja mi a telefonszáma, mert soha senkinek nem adta meg. Németül a H-nál és M-nél kereste a magyart. Nem lett meg az Ungarisch, így német windowst használ a sodi. 2019.11.15 Shrekk lekapcsolta az áramot pár percre amég sodi távol volt. Mire a studio okoslámpái felkapcsolódtak. Sodi előre letett a konyhaasztalra 100 eurot az áramdíjkülönbözet fedezeteként. 2019.11.16 Stream-ben moderátor jogot kért Márk, de nem találta a felhasználóját. Kérte, hogy írjon valamit. Erre minden troll beír,hogy "én vagyok márk, és a feleségem is". Megkapja a moderátor jogot, mindenkit kitilt. Angolul beszélő botok lepik el a chat-et, mire sodi angolul kezd hebegni. A nézőszám előri a 250-öt a botokkal együtt. telefonon üzenget Márk élő adásban, hogy a soditrollok miatt kapott fizetésimeghagyást a providenttől és ügyészi idézést Szombaton. Márk megsértődik, nem soderál tovább, sodi egy óráig ismételgeti, hogy miköze neki márk ügyeihez. 2019.11.29 8000 eurot küldött Márk haverjának, hogy kifizesse az alkalmazottait, majd hitelt vegyen fel. (ami csalás) Elvileg ma utalt vissza 5000-et, amit Hétfőn megérkezik, 3000-et küld Decemberben. Azt állítja, soha nem húzták még le őt. Sas tanár úr sem, ő tényleg megadta volna, csak őt húzták le pisztollyal kényszerítve. Úgy jött vissza a mosdóból Anikó elé, hogy le volt hugyozva a nadrága. A twitch-en pillanatra látszott egy pénzügyi Excel. - Confirmed: devizás haver = Hajdú Attila - Zolinak hívják a 8000 euroval tartozó miskolcit. - hitelkártyáit, bankszámláit kiminimumozta. 2019.12.01 A havi 100 eurot fizető magyar munka valójában a Sas tanár úr haverja, Bittner Ferenc nyugdíjából behajtott tartozás. A diákhitel és a nav-hoz bejelentethették a trollok, hogy van végrehajtható jövedelme (Bittnertől) 2019.12.02 Megvette a Just Dance-t és buzitáncot ad elő 200 as nézettséggel. 2019.12 Egy órát idegeskedik azon, hogy a miskolciak összesen 3675 eurot utaltak az 5000 helyett. 2019.12 Megtudtuk, hogy a miskolciak is autistának nevezik, tehát forumos intervencionista IRL trollok. 2019.12 450 eurot utal neki Márk, Sodi pedig 1100-at utal Zolinak. 2019.12 Shrekkel balhézik a szaros WC kefe miatt. Megtudtuk, hogy Shrekk WC papírral ágyaz meg a kulának, hogy tiszta maradjon a kefe. 2019.12.08 Live-ban a drón ölálló életre kelt, sodi jajveszékelve bazmegolt, miközben az fák között majd sodi mellett suhant el. Megszakította a live-ot. Ledarált egy faágat aztán leszállt gellert kapva. 2019.12.08 Youtube-ról eltűnt Just Dance-es live-ja, "mert lehet, hogy copyright-os" 2012.12 Just Dance live közben bepisil, ez látszik, amikor kimegy pisálni. 2019.12.08 Twitchből összevágta a számára legkínosabb, coub-ra való részleteket egy flokkba. Jellegzetes trollnickek és beszólások is feltűnnek. 2019.12 Donétekért feleseket tol Anikóval, 70 dollár is összejön csupa troll nevektől. Szerinte beindult. 2019.12 Reggel magyarország fele indulva rossz hangulatú monológot mond fel arról, hogy Márkék variálnak, majd törli a twitchről. 2019.12.23 Karácsonyra variálást kapott: Nem jött meg az 5600euro. Forumon közölte, hogy januárra teszi át a határidőt. 2019.12 Nyugatiban vonatról átszállás közben Zsery megpróbálja felkérdezni az 50 euro és kamatairól, de csak egy pillanatra tűnik fel a videóban a tömegben. 2019.12 Újszászon drónozott amiért egy troll feljelentette. 2019.12.28 Márkkal közös live-ban Márk elképedt azon, hogy két éve elveszett Sodi apja. Márk végül elmenekült a trollok általi buzizástól. 2019.12.28 Márkkal sétálgatós live után Márk lakehlyét és a twitch istálót a Forgács Antal utcában sejtik a trollok. Márk azonnal soderálja az utca nevét tartalmazó kommentelőket. 2019.12.28 A miskolci twitch istálóba nem lehet bemenni, mert kivették a kaput. 2019.12.31 A trash csoportból kirakták sodit, aki erre lement kutyába szinezett boldozott üzenetekkel az adminoknak. Ők azt követelik a visszaengedésért, hogy a "cickány" Márk álltal kibannolt "nézőket" engedje vissza.