#we know you gotta smartphone

[unpopularly-opinionated]

I really wish we could go back to the days of actually acknowledging that ghosting is a shitty thing to do, and yeah sometimes maybe it happens, but you feel bad for doing it because you know it’s shitty, instead of this place we’re at now where gays are pretending they’re morally justified because “you don’t own anybody anything”. Like you don’t have to write 500-word essays on why you don’t wanna see someone anymore but a simple fucking “Not interested, sorry” text would do a whole lot better than keeping them waiting for inevitable disappointment.

This isn’t even about me, this is because I saw some shitheel on Twitter unironically post a handwritten letter he received (context is they live in the same building) after going on a date with a guy, expressing clear enjoyment in said-date, and even going as far as to schedule the next date, before ceasing all communications with the guy shortly after. The dude just wanted to know what was up, but instead of handling it like an adult, the dude instead decided to post the letter online being like “omg this dude is psychotic, please call 911 lol”, and then posted some of their private text messages shortly after.

Thankfully, it seemed like most of the responses were of people calling him on his shit instead of taking his side, but quite a few people were taking his side citing: “no response is a response” which while that’s completely devoid of empathy, immature, and just an overall shitty perspective to have, I can at least recognize that sure, unfortunately no response is in fact a response, but the issue here is that the dude actually gave a response AND SAID HE WANTED TO GO ON ANOTHER DATE! So that entire point is fucking irrelevant.

These are the people we’re talking about when we say the gay community is toxic as fuck. Everyone is so mindbogglingly selfish and self-serving. It’s all “me me me” about every god damned thing. I see these people post nonstop about how dating sucks or how everything is always just about sex, but they’re the reason that’s the case! It’s because assholes like them go through men left and right with zero empathy or acknowledgement that the man is actually a fucking human being with a life and feelings. They’re the center of the universe, it’s always about them.

Anyways, TL;DR: Quit being a child and learn to communicate your lack of interest in someone or die alone.

[importantpuppystarfish]

I fell in love with my sister

Male reader x Yuna

Warnings: Incest, totally blood related siblings

I had never thought I would fell in love with my own sister.

Maybe its because I have been watching too much stepsister porn which leaded me to have the same attraction over my own blood related sister. I had always wished I had a sister to fuck and luckily I found my sister attractive. My love for her has grown stronger ever since she became a member of Itzy.

Her busy schedule as an idol means I rarely get to see her at home; coming by once in a while to spend time with her family. I know its totally wrong to think of her like that but the way she dances and reveals a lot of skin lately makes me uncontrollable to have feelings for her. I have mastrubated quite a few times watching her fancams. My phone gallery is full of her hot fancams & images which I use to imagine nasty stuff. I’m sure plenty of guys think the same way about her, but I’m fortunate that she’s my sister.

I am not even sure if she is a virgin or not, who knows, her company managers might have taken some advantage of her body. I don't know if she feels the same for me. I am left wondering; could she possibly like me?

On a certain night, within the summer hiatus, she reappeared at home. She was dressed in extraordinarily short clothes that exposed her sexy waist. Our eyes locked, and a profound connection seemed to pass between us. We stare into each others soul through our eyes. The home seemed to be empty. Yuna asked curiously "Yo Oppa? Where's mom and dad?". “They’re currently away to village on some business,” I replied. Yuna’s lips curled into a smile as she bit them, displaying a seductive expression. "Guess we gotta be alone and sleeping together then!" said Yuna. I felt a surge of motivation and realized this might be my opportunity to express my feelings for her.

After she took a bath and changed into a T-shirt and shorts, the fragrance of her body was pleasantly appealing. Her body smell was better than flowers and it was turning me on so hard. We cooked the dinner together and had a few talks about our recent lives, how is it going and our memories when we used to live together. While preparing the meal together, we exchanged glances. I look a peek at her tits and ass a lot. It seemed she was aware of my gaze, yet she seemed comfortable with it.

After having dinner and brushing our teeth, it was time for bed. We both felt a subtle attraction between us. I went to toilet to pee. Yeah, I always had a habit of not locking my phone with a PIN or passcode since my parents did not know how to use smartphone so I thought it wasn't necessary. After coming out from the washroom, I realized I was in a difficult situation when I noticed Yuna was browsing through my gallery. She seem to be shocked to discover what she found.

Yuna ~ "So is this the reason you've been peeking at my body while we were cooking? Are you somehow sexually attracted over me?"

I started feeling submissive and scared at what she said.. She seem to be not angry but waiting for my reply.

Yuna speaks again ~ "It's ok.. I understand how boys feel, I know what would've been going through."

Yuna starts approaching towards me. Putting her hands over my arms, head to head looking at each other eyes. She leaned and kiss at my lips aggressively.. Our lips meeting each other aggressively. Her eyes closed but mines open in shock. The whole room was quite, we started getting sweaty due to tensions. She started sliding her tongue inside my mouth leading for a french kiss.. We kissed romantically exchanging our tongues and salivas through our mouth. The kiss lasted pretty long. She opened her tshirt and was wearing a simple bra. Oh god damn she looked like an angel. Yuna starts unbuttoning my pants and said in a freaky way smiling "damn its hard, isn't it? looks like the size is huge".. She made a wow expression in an impressed way looking at my dick.. I was shy and nervous what to do.. This was the time i feel it is heaven.. I never imagined my sister in this position in real life..

Yuna starts to put my cock inside her mouth, she started licking the head with her tongue and starts sucking it like a pro.. It seemed that she was already experienced, she sucked it very well with hesitation and i was moaning really loud in heaven.. I literally cummed inside her mouth that time without permission. Yuna seemed to swallow the cum inside her mouth already. She was smiling. I start making my first move by unbuttoning her bra. She helped me unbutton it, the bra fell off.

She seem to have pink nipples since her skin was really pale. Her tits were massive enough to squeeze really good with my hand.. I start squeezing her boobs, trying to put it on my mouth. She laughed a bit because i was nervous.. She lay down on the bed, allowing me to suck her tits. She put her hands on my head, moaning in joy.. I started exploring her body more downwards.. I started licking her belly, navel & thighs.. Her skin is so fucking delicious.. It was so warm. As i move more downwards, i pulled down her panties. Her pussy looks like flowers! How clean and shaved it is! It was damn wet as well.. I started eating her pussy without hesitation.. I can hear Yuna moaning.. She locked my face and mouth inside her pussy with her thighs & legs.. Eventually she was enjoying and calling me for a kiss to taste herself

We kissed passionately, enjoying each others breathe. Now I started getting out of control and wanting to slide my cock inside her. I started fucking her, it was my first time ever. It felt so good pounding her. Yuna seemed to enjoy her brother's dick inside her. I wanted to cum inside. "Yuna, do you think I should do this?" "Yes i want ur cum inside me oppa!" replied Yuna in excitement. "Oppa please! I want ur cum inside me! Breed me!"

I couldn't control anymore hearing at her sexual seductive words. I instantly cummed inside her without a 2nd thought. I leaned to her face for a kissed. We both French kissed passionately.. Laying both besides each other in the bed. Its late middle night.. All silent in the room.. We can hear our huge breathing. I asked Yuna "What about our parents? What will we explain about our children or should we do an abortion? "

Yuna replied in an odd way "I guess we have to hide them. Lets live together in a another place and start a family. I love you Oppa!". From that day, Yuna is my sister, my wife and the mother of my children!

[eowynstwin]

Omg that last addition to the AC 141 was so cute!!! It just makes me wonder how badly they would freak out when their human misses when trying to catch a tarantula or scorpion and passes out from the sting… high risk high reward

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Soap rushes to the museum cafe when it happens, and finds the old lion at a corner table enjoying a cappuccino to some smooth jazz.

“Captain,” he pants, hands on his knees, “the human got stung.”

Price is unperturbed. He blows a little stream of cool air over his mug, eyes closed with pleasure. “Happened before, Soap. Just needs a little medicine, remember? They’ll be fine.”

“No, sir,” Soap gasps, “scorpion.”

A beat. For a moment, he thinks Price won’t react. He remains completely still, expression totally neutral—

Suddenly the lion flings the mug away, splashing an arc of coffee across the table, and then he’s moving fast, sprinting past an indignant, sputtering Brewster, and it’s all Soap can do after his mad dash to the museum to keep up. He doesn’t know exactly how Price knows which direction to run, but he figures it has something to do with the smartphone Price gave you when you first arrived—it hardly matters. They come upon you quickly, on the south side of the island, lying facedown in the grass and attended by Ghost and Gaz.

“Captain!” Gaz barks, visibly panicking. “They won’t wake up!”

Ghost is less flustered than the young wolf but equally distressed. “Price, we gotta do somethin’ fast, humans don’t take well to venom.”

“How the bloody hell did this happen?” Price growls. He gets on his knees to turn you over; you’re out cold, but still breathing easily.

“They were…” Gaz trails, looking bemused.

“Chasing it,” Ghost finishes. “With a net.”

Price blinks several times. He looks between the bear and the lion, and then at the horse. Soap raises both hands.

“What, are we supposed to stop them?” he demands. “You said we gotta let humans be humans, boss, sometimes they’re—well, er, they’re…”

“Mortally stupid,” Price supplies, bushy brows lowering. “Alright. Help me get ‘em home. They should be comfortable at least, while we figure out what to do.”

He says it perfunctorily, as if he’s ambivalent to your life or death, but when Price lifts your shoulders it’s the gentlest any of the 141 have ever seen him touch another living being. Ghost gets a hold on your legs, and between the two of them, with the younger animals following behind, they make it to your front doorstep.

Then—the moment they reach your door, like magic, your eyes suddenly pop open. It startles everyone so badly, Gaz and Soap jump back with shock.

“Price?” you say, blinking. “Ghost?”

“We’re here,” says the lion. “How do you feel, kid?”

“I’m fine,” you say. “What’s going on?”

“You passed out,” Ghost says. “We saw it happen—don’t you remember the scorpion?”

“Gave us a bloody heart attack!” Gaz cries.

“Ohhhh yeah,” you say. “Oh, I’m okay, guys. It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

Dead silence. Soap’s mouth drops open. Price is as still as a statue.

Ghost lets your feet drop to the ground. “Bloody fuckin’ hell.”

He turns away and stalks off, muttering under his breath. If you’re shocked by the profanity (a violation of another of Price’s many rules), you don’t show it.

“Thanks for bringing me home,” you say, looking innocently up to the lion. “I wanted to change my outfit anyway.”

Wordlessly, Price sets you down. You wave to the three remaining animals, and disappear inside.

“My house,” the lion says wearily. He appears as though he’s aged ten years in five minutes. “Someone get Ghost. I’m breaking out the whisky.”

[gor3-hound]

HEY NOW, YOU'RE AN ALL-STAR - LEON S. KENNEDY

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

a/n: commission for the lovely @nexysworld :3 ft. my fave creation, shrekeon. you guys are in for a treat trust me x

cw: 18+ content, fluff, depictions of alcohol, drunk!leon, dressing up, costume sex, p in v, creampie, bad puns, laughing during sex, implied age gap, size difference + size kink

word count: 1.7k words

In hindsight, introducing your boyfriend to Shrek was definitely not in your top ten for stupid ideas. You'd told him it was a crime to be nearly forty without seeing the movie – and rightfully so. He was an old man at heart, barely having seen a movie past the nineties. You thought you were righting an injustice. Shrek was a movie for everyone, no matter their age. It held up, even years later. You were pretty sure everyone had seen this movie, but then again, your boyfriend could barely even work a smartphone, so you shouldn't be entirely surprised.

The only thing you hadn't quite anticipated how much he'd like it. Leon spent most of the movie cackling like a maniac. Whether that was from the half-bottle of whiskey he downed or the movie itself, you weren't sure. Either way, what was meant to be a light-hearted movie night led you to where you were now – tipsy and laughing at your boyfriend's Shrek getup in his bedroom at nearly midnight.

When you finally manage to catch your breath, you let your eyes trail over to the costume he had laid out on the bed for you. Sexy Farquaad. That alone is enough to send you into another fit of giggles, your brows raising as you look over at him.

“Leon? We are so breaking up.” Your hands lift up the red costume, your eyes flicking between Leon, then back at the outfit. You eye up the wig, barely managing to suppress a smile. Idiot. “Shouldn't I at least be Fiona?”

“Shut up.” He says between drunken giggles, adjusting the headband on his head so it sits properly, grinning at you as the green ears poke out through his hair. “You're smaller. Farquaad suits you, babe. You can pull anythin’ off.”

Your gaze flicks over to Leon as he adjusts the headband, and you can't help but snort out a laugh, letting your gaze trail his body to take in the whole outfit. Fake belly and everything. You don't even wanna know how much he paid for the costumes. Drunk Leon should not be allowed anywhere near a computer. His spending habits while intoxicated seemed to be getting worse and worse. “Jesus. There's no way you're not pulling my leg.”

“I'm being so serious. You don't wanna make me mad, baby, or it'll… it'll be ogre for you.”

Another laugh, and you reach up to playfully flick one of his ears, shaking your head. “I hate you. You're ridiculous.”

“You gotta give me love’s first kiss to get me back to Leon, baby. If you don't, I'm gonna be stuck like this.” He says with a grin, leaning towards you with his lips puckered. “Don't make me do the accent.”

“God. Please, not the accent.” You say between giggles, looping your arms around his neck to tug him closer, a stupid smile gracing your features. “I'll do anything you want, just please, not the accent.”

“Anything, huh? You gonna put on that sexy ‘lil costume for me?” He murmurs, leaning forward to kiss you. His lips meet yours as he places his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to his body. His tongue brushes against your lower lip until you part them, but then he's pulling away from you.

“Leon? What… come on, babe.” You whine, leaning forward in an attempt to kiss him, but he's quick to place a finger against your chest to stop you from advancing further, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“Not a chance, sweetheart. I didn't get all dressed up for you to take it easy. You want me to dive into that swamp of yours? Costume goes on.”

You shoot him a glare that can only be described as murderous, but all he does is grin wider, looking between the costume and you. With a dramatic sigh, you pick up the costume and make your way towards the bathroom with the plan of changing into it. When you return to the bedroom, Leon's lounging back casually on the bed with his arms behind his bed, still in the Shrek outfit. He lets out a low whistle, tilting his head to the side.

“Damn. You're looking shreksy, babe.”

“No.” You reply quickly, making your way over to the bed.

“Shrektacular?” 

“Absolutely not.”

“Work with me here, angel. I only have so many Shrek puns at my disposal, y'know?” He says cheekily, patting his lap. Another deep, irritated exhale leaves you as you settle, placing your palms firmly on his chest.

“Atta girl. Red might be your colour. Hottest evil little Lord I've ever seen.” He teases, his hands coming up to adjust the hat resting atop your head. He lets out a soft giggle once more, his eyes trailing down your body. His hands reach up to thread through your hair, and then he's pulling you into another kiss.

It doesn't take you long to get into it, the taste of whiskey filling your mouth as his tongue sloppily meets yours as he licks into your mouth. He pulls you closer so you're pressed flush against him, his hips rocking up against you. He slowly starts to harden, his hands grasping your hips to make you grind down against him.

Your little moans are swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. He reaches between your legs, grabbing the fabric of the costume and tearing it open, just enough for him to be able to slip a few fingers past the cloth to gather your wetness before circling your sensitive nub.

He pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath, pulling his hand away to pull the brown trousers down enough to free his cock. He gives it a few languid pumps before lining up with your entrance, sinking into your tight heat with a low groan of pleasure.

“Thought you weren't into this, baby? ‘Cause you acted like it, but you're soaking me already, and I haven't even started fucking you yet.” He breathes out, his brows furrowing as he leisurely starts to thrust up into you.

All you can manage is a low whine, your hands grasping the brown vest of his costume, your head hanging as you feel his cock rub against your sweet spot, the hat falling off your head and dropping on the bed next to the both of you. “Leon… shut… shut up.”

“Aww, sweetheart. You don't like it when a big, strong ogre explores all your… fuck… layers?” He huffs out, his voice coming out a little breathless as he grabs your waist. His large hands grip you easily, using his strength to drag you up and down on his cock, controlling the pace of each of your movements.

You let out an annoyed whine, your eyes squeezing shut as you bounce your hips against his, trying to focus on the familiar feeling of your boyfriend's cock filling you up. You feel him shaking slightly, and you crack your eyes open only to see the asshole is trying to suppress another fit of laughter at your reaction.

“You are such a dick.” You grunt, grinding his cock deep inside of you until you hear Leon gasp and moan, the smirk instantly getting wiped from his face. You smile in triumph, but it's short-lived as he finds yet another pun to annoy you with.

“Better in you than out - that's what I always say.” Your hips falter as you groan, and Leon uses that as an opportunity to flip both of you over, hooking your ankles over his shoulders so he can pound you into the mattress. The cushion of the fake stomach smacks against your thighs with every thrust, and Leon's fake ears become skewed as he throws his head back in pleasure.

He seems to forget all about feeding you shitty puns as he buries himself to the hilt with every thrust, the new position allowing him to kiss your cervix every time he pushes forward. He can barely think with your cunt sucking him in, drenching him with your arousal. All you can do is whimper as he pistons into you, your body jerking up with the strength of his movements. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric of the white shirt he's wearing.

“Leon… m'close…” You breathe out, your back arching off the bed. He lets out a deep moan in response, pressing his hips flush against your ass so he can grind his pelvis against your clit, giving you the extra simulation needed to push you over the edge. You cry out his name as you cum, your walls clenching down around his length. 

Leon pulls back slightly to thrust shallowly into you a few more times before he follows behind you, his release making his thighs tremble slightly. He shoots thick white ropes of cum deep into your tight walls, his breaths coming out in short gasps. He collapses against you after a moment, his cock softening inside of you before he pulls out, tucking you against his side.

“This costume is making me sweat.” He grunts after a few moments of cuddling up to you, pressing his lips to your forehead before standing up, his joints cracking as he stretches. He holds out a hand towards you, giving you a slightly sleepy smile. 

“C'mon, my little all-star. Let's get you in the bath. Maybe we can cuddle up after, and you can show me Shrek 2 tonight?” At the sight of you face palming, he lets out a loud chuckle, slipping his arms under your body so he can cradle you against his chest, carrying you over to the bathroom.

“C'mon, baby. I promise not to dress up as Shrek again. Maybe next time I'll be real nice and get that prince's costume.” He teases, pressing another kiss to your forehead. You pull your hands away from your face to glare at him, and he gives you a grin that you know means trouble. “Just kidding, sweetheart.”

You both know he isn't.

[yuurei20]

Prefect Dialogue Options in Twisted Wonderland: Book 1 (pt1)

Option 1: I guess...? Ace: What kinda wishy-washy answer is that?!

Option 2: It does seem a tad extreme. Ace: Riiight?!

Option 1: He may have been a little extreme... Grim: But you stole food! That ain't cool!

Option 2: Stealing food is a serious offense. Ace: Aw, you gotta be kiddin' me!

Option 1: Grrr... Ace: Grim's getting away...do we have a deal, or what?

Option 2: Yessir! Right away, sirs! n/a

Option 1: I don't have a smartphone. Cater: For real? I've read about luddites like you, but never imagined l'd meet one in the wild! I know a place that sells the latest models cheap. How about you and I go on a phone-shopping date?

Option 2: What, what...?! Cater: What is up with you, Prefect? You look so tense! It's okay, baby! Relax! Relaaaaax! I bet you're the type that's awkward IRL but can text up a storm, huh? Just give me your info already!

Option 1: That was your fault for causing trouble, Grim. Grim: Grrrrr... But that collar really hurt, and it shut off all my magic! That's just rude!

Option 2: So what's this "signature spell" he mentioned? n/a

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Date Night

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Black!Nurse Reader

Warnings: mdni, mentions of sex, jokes about age.

Main Masterlist

WC: 1.3k

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Being at the Avengers Compound on your day off used to be weird. Avengers are cool and all, and you’re very appreciative for the chance to be considered ‘part of the team’ even if you only worked in the Medbay. No one wants to hang around their place of work when they don’t need to be. Then you started seeing a certain blue-eyed brunette super soldier.

So here you are walking through the main hallways to the the gym and passing a good amount of agents and techs enjoying their breaks. Then you hear your name being called. You look up from your phone and see Aaliyah, a friend of yours that works in the special equipment department (aka Avengers Weapons Only). You walk up to the cafe where her and some other work mates like to frequent.

“Hey Liyah, I didn’t know you were working today.”

She brings you in for a side hug. “I know, I’m not supposed to be, but Mr. Wilson just had to call me on my day off about fixing redwing.” Her cool demeanor shudders as the Falcon’s name coasts out of her lips.

You smirk. “I think he would prefer if you just called him Sam or your boyfriend. Your pick.”

She covers her face and shakes her head. “How about we talk about why you’re here on your day off? The Medbay is about 6 floors up and on the other side of campus.”

“Hey, I’m completely fine with saying I’m here for my man.” 

The light cockiness in your voice paints a mischievous grin on her lips. “Oh speaking of your boyfriend, does Barnes know how to use a pc- no a toaster- nope a smartphone?”

“Oh fuck off, is that what yall actually think?” You scoff as a people 10ft away from you shake their heads. “No fucking way, you can’t be serious!”

“Girl half of these people have never even seen him in person and they work in the same building he lives in.” Kyla, another nurse, says from the end of the table.

You roll your eyes and look at Aaliyah. “For real?” She nods her head.

“You know he wasn’t frozen for 70 years straight right? He couldn’t be a spy if he didn’t know how to blend in.” 

“How does he work a phone with the metal arm though?” She asks as someone comes up behind her.

“He has a flip phone, gotta remember he’s an old man.” Sam chuckles as she jolts out of her skin.

“You asshole! I told you to wait downstairs.” He shrugs and throws an arm around her. 

“You said you’d be back by 2:30, now I’m a punctual man baby. I waited a whole 5 minutes before tracking you down.” She buries her face in his chest to hide how he flustered her with the pet name. So cute.

“You should be going too, the old man has not stopped talking about you since we got here. I swear I’m gonna ask for a new mission partner.” You smile then hug them goodbye.

The walk from the break center/ cafeteria to the weapons testing arena and gym is a 5 minute straight shot. It also where you’d more times than not find your boyfriend. In the miniscule chance that he isn’t, you could probably find him in a conference room, with Captain Rogers outside lapping civilians or his suite. The kitchen exactly because those soldiers can eat. 

But the second those sliding doors open to his personal gun range, you see him just like you knew you would. He sat on a stool at a table with his muscular back adorned in a form fitting black henley and black jeans that emphasized his ridiculously thick thighs. His neck length brown hair is tied up in an adorable blue silk scrunchie as he dissembles his favorite rifle to clean it. You lean against the door frame just admiring the man’s beauty for a while more. He most definitely knows your behind him thanks to his enhances senses and experience as a spy, but that would not stop you from-

“Enjoying the view pretty girl?” Exactly, he gets it.

You smile and walk up to him, “absolutely.” You hum hugging his back and tracing your short almond acrylics across his abdomen.

A strong warm hand covers yours as he chuckles, a deep almost gravely laugh that electrifies every cell in your body. “I’ll be done in a couple minutes, then we can go.” 

You watch from over his shoulder the way his hands work in tandem to polish each nook and cranny of the gun. His vibraninum fingers curling around the body of it cause a shiver down your spine as you think about the nights you spend withering in his bed thanks to them. You shake those thoughts away and lay your head on his shoulder.

He brings one of your hands up and places his soft lips to your knuckles. “Fuck you smell so good. I knew you were coming before you hit the door.” He groans extending the kiss to your wrist before placing your hand back on his stomach.

“It’s your favorite, and you haven’t even seen the whole outfit yet.” 

He lets out another one of those heavenly chuckles. “Aw baby, did you get all dressed up for me?” The gun clicks shut and you feel yourself spinning around to face him.

“You like?” He takes your hand and you beam as he spins your once more. 

Since you were just going to a drive in movie, you paired a simple black top with your his favorite pair of dark gray baggy jeans that hug your waist and accentuate your ass just the way he likes. You couldn’t go wrong with some gold jewelry that shines beautifully on your brown skin. The whole look complimented itself.

Your 4c hair on the other hand didn’t want to cooperate this morning, the week old braid out was at its wits end and desperately needs all the mousse and gel washed out of it. So you did what you had to, found a giant hair tie, slicked your edges back and finger coiled a few strands in the front to give the look back some of it’s life. 

He nods biting his lip and looking you up and down. “You look just how you smell: decadent, like one of those death by chocolate cakes you love. And like you want to spend the rest of this weekend in my bed naked.” He smirks.

You hook your arms around his neck, step into the spot between his strong legs. “Well Mr. Barnes, we can’t have that. You promised me dinner and movie and the look’s not complete yet.” 

He raises a brow and dips his face to yours. “Oh yea,” he says huskily. “What could possibly be missing? You already have the body glitter.” The takes an imaginary bite out of your glazed arm. You nod at the leather jacket hanging on the hook by the door and he grins instantly.

“Go walkin’ around in that and everyone will know you’re mine.” He growls, his crystal blues deepening in hue flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” You whisper against his lips tilting your head to connect them to yours.

His soft lips melted into yours perfectly, your hands pull on the hair tie locking away his silky locks and gently pull at them. He groans languidly licking into your mouth and swiftly lifting you into his lap, his hands holding firmly on your ass. Just like that it feels like the first time. Your heart beating heavily against your chest while you learn each other mouths. Tugging at his roots a bit more you nip his bottom lip and smile.

“You love playing with fire love.” 

You cheekily chuckle pulling back, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

He squeezes your cheeks then playfully smacks one inciting a gasp from you. “A dangerous, dangerous game that could cost you your night.”

“Aw but my favorite movie is playing.” Your fake pout morphs itself into a smirk. “Or maybe I wanted to makeout with my hot Brooklyn boyfriend in public without anyone knowing.” He bites his lip as you look at him with siren eyes.

“And people wonder why I can’t stop talking about you, my girl is a damn minx. Fuck it, lets go.” He sighs as you jump off his lap and grab his leather jacket.

While he’s securely putting away his rifle, you look over at him and smirk putting on the jacket. “Thanks daddy.”

His eyes go wide as you walk out the door giggling.

Gotta love date night.

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AN: I was missing the character that brought me back to my passion, so this was really for me but yall can enjoy it too xox

as always likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

Book 4 — Chapter 3

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Boi you think that’s all for Ruggie? I mean, fair assumption but he’s got gram gram to feed man.

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The children! The street children! Ruggie playing big brother to them all. It’s adorable. And yus gram gram gotta eat good too. Bye Ruggie!

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*coughtsunderecough* Nope! Tell us all about your precious cacti Jack. No way you only got one there.

I love that for Ruggie. And Jack explaining it all to us is just showing off his admiration for him. It's adorable.

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Damn Grim 😂 I mean, if he grew up lacking in food it only makes sense that he’d wanna help kids dealing with the same shit. Ruggie likes his food but he ain’t selfish unlikesomepeople

Leonaaaaaaaa! Nice to see you sirrrr. My eyes have been blessed this day.

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God this man. One kid, bitch we know you taking about Cheka. Just bring the child here, I shall happily take care of him. Cheka is the most adorable little thing.

And yeah of course he doesn’t need anything here. He rich. He’s got plenty of shit. Mans probably wouldn’t care for most of his stuff if it disappeared. Wish any of us could say the same. I literally just got my first smartphone over here. So like Leona, care to share your number? Hmmmmmm?

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I MEAN MOOD THO. Fuck work for school breaks. It’s called a break for a goddamn reason. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to do our school work between dumping wood and feeding ourselves and praying Ramshackle's roof doesn't cave in.

Also Jack, don't call me out like that

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CATER PLEASE GIVE MORE LORE ABOUT YOUR SISTERS! WHAT YOU MEAN BY RUN RAGGED?! I NEED DETAILS!

Also bro what you mean Trey's family runs one of those. Haven't you'll been like besties for 3 years now? Surely you know this shit. And like I'm sure he'd take cute small Trey siblings and baking over whatever drama happens at his house.

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RIDDLE BABY! He is not okay. Poor boi. Riddle, send a sign and we will murder. We got a phone now, one text and the bitch will die 100% guarantee. Rip to his poor mouth when he's home. Wonder what disgusting shit she'll cook up for winter holiday feasts.

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All the luck. You've got this, comrade! 🫡

Also man, Trey got the ban from the house? I suppose that's fair seeing as he's got all the sugary sweets. Would Riddle even be able to go to the store with his mom breathing down his neck? I have my doubts

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YESSSS FLOYD RIDDLE CONTENT FOR THE WIN! Floyd, we may need you on stand by for murderous purposes, just in case ya know. May need some manslaughter up in here. For Goldfishie!

Masterlist

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

If Dev ever does get redeemed in season 2 (PLEASE WATCH FAIRLY ODD PARENTS A NEW WISH WHEN IT DROPS ON NETFLIX NOVEMBER 14), I NEED to see Jasmine and Dev interact as friends 😭 We know how he feels about Winn (he thinks they’re really cool) and we DEFINITELY knows how he feels about Hazel 💀 but I don’t really think we got any interactions or like any mentions about how he feels about her in like any episode besides maybe him introducing Hazel to everyone?? I could be missing something and if I am please correct me!

In my personal opinion, I feel they’d be gossip besties?? I could definitely be reading into Jasmine’s character wrong and if I am, I apologize but I desperately need interactions with them 💔 they remind me of that one Henry Danger Musical song 😭 I think it’s called You’ll Never Believe What Happened (I’ll copy and paste the lyrics to match them and the situation)

Dev: Sorry it took me so—

Jasmine: Ooh, Dev, you'll never believe what happened!

Dev: No, I know.

Jasmine: There's a musical curse over Dimmadelphia!

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Jasmine: And you'll never believe who did it!

Dev: Irep? (I couldn’t think of a better replacement 😭)

Jasmine: Irep!

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Jasmine: Ooh, Dev, you'll never believe how he did it!

Dev: The speakers.

Jasmine: He took control of the speakers.

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Dev & Jasmine: And then put out a weird kind of frequency and now we have to sing!

Dev: Jasmine!

Jasmine: Yeah?

Dev: Thanks for filling me in.

Jasmine: Sure!

They also remind me of the smartphone hour if we’re going the gossip bestie route:

Jasmine: O-M-G Dev, answer me! Woah, wait until I tell you what I heard! It's too fucked to type. This shit is ripe! Call back, I'll yell you every word.

Dev: Jasmine Tran calling, Jasmine Tran calling, Jasmine Tran calling. Hey!

Jasmine: Oh my God, oh my God, okay so, at the end of last night's party, very end of last night's party, Did you see Rich? (I couldn’t think of a replacement ☹️)

Dev: Oh, I saw Rich.

Jasmine: So he's behaving hazy like a tweakin' junkie, flailing crazy like a freakin' monkey!

Dev: He's gotta learn to handle his high, shouldn't drink so much for a small guy.

Jasmine: Right, but, he wasn't drunk.

Dev: The hell you say, Jasmine?

Jasmine: Yo, he wasn't drunk!

Dev: The hell you say, Jasmine?

Jasmine: No! Because I heard from Whispers Fred (I tried to think of a good replacement), that Rich had barely touched a drop. Which means that you can't blame the things he did on alcohol. It's just so terrible, I don't want to relive it all! But do you want me to tell you?

Dev: Spit it out! Spit it out!

Jasmine: You really want me to tell you?

Dev: Spit it out! Spit it out!

Jasmine: I'll tell you 'cause you are my closest friend!

Dev: No I'm not.

Jasmine: Yeah, I know. But here's what happened at the party's end. Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! Woah! Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! Ohh, I thought I was dreamin', everybody was screamin', when Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! When Rich set a fire and he burned down the house!

Sorry for another very long post but thank you so much for reading <3 I hope you have a great day or night!

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and worst of both worlds (part 12)

Tw: injury, yandere and monty just being a creep

the University option was 60% wben the votes were 20, idk y suddenly u guys decided to favour 5 blocks away from ur house too

Damn from what i seen theres like distinct team monty and team Yves, ngl as writer i am biased towards Yves he my favourite

Part 13

You told him that you need to go to class.

Montgomery frowned. "If ya' say so." He shifted his gears and began driving away.

You looked at the scenery around you. This place is definitely not somewhere you visited before, you see a few buses driving by. But none of which you recognize.

"You free during the weekends?" He asked.

You said no.

Montgomery pouted. "Well, when are you free?"

You shrugged and said being a university student is demanding.

He sighed dejectedly. "What do I know, I only have a high school diploma. Wasn't one for the books, I'd rather git' out there and make me some cash."

You stayed silent.

"You ain't built for that, it really ain't for the faint hearted. So you gotta stay in school and try your hardest, sweetheart. Follow your dreams of becoming... whatever you wanted to be."

You nodded in acknowledgement. But Montgomery kept talking.

"I came to the city 'cause I heard I can make it big there. I didn't really have a plan, I was hopin' I'd make big bucks and start my own business." He switched his blinker on as he readies himself to make a turn.

"It was totally harder than I thought. I moved from city to city, was broke in every single one and I had to live out of my car if I wanted to eat. The people, all of 'em were mean as hell no matter where I go. They're nothin' like the people back home."

Curiosity gets the best of you and you asked why didn't he just return to base.

He laughed. "I didn't wanna hear an 'I told you so' from my family. I had to fight to get out of that damn farm. I can't imagine the humiliation if I come back home, tail between my legs, empty handed."

The air between you became quiet after that.

"So... what are ya' studying?"

You tried your best to explain your degree and the profession that you're hoping to work as. Montgomery hummed in response.

"I dunno much about that. But it sure sounds stressful and too brainy for me. You're such a smart kid."

You said thanks.

"A little lackin' in the brawn department though. That's why you need me to protect ya'." He grinned. "We sure are such a great match! When I get that business idea of mine up and runnin', you're gonna be handling the books. I'll be handlin' the shop- the physical part. We're gonna be swimmin' in riches, in no time!"

You didn't respond to that, making his excited laughter die down quickly.

"...Or you could just choose what'cha wanna do. Fine by me, I'll fund it the best I can." Montgomery is starting to look uncomfortable, it seems like he's trying to make some conversation with you. But you didn't want to give him any more of your attention.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly.

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"Sixth period, I guess." He stopped in front of the entrance. You wonder if he's confused as to why he barely sees anyone around now.

You looked at the time. It's 11:45AM. The bus is coming in 5 minutes.

"Here." He shoved something into your hands. "Treat yourself to something nice." You uncrumpled it to reveal two $20 bills.

You thanked him and pulled the handle of the door.

"Wait! I want your number!" He got out of his car and ran up to you.

You said that you don't remember and you don't have your phone with you.

"You don't remember your own phone number?" He stared in disbelief.

You said that with the advancement of technology, no one needs to remember any phone numbers. It's all stored in the smartphone.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I think you should memorize at least a couple of em'. What are ya' gonna do when your phone breaks, huh? You're gonna be doomed!"

Yeah. Like how you are right now.

You tried to end the conversation by agreeing and saying bye.

"I have an idea." You yelped as he grabbed you by the wrist. He pulled out a pen and uncapped it, Montgomery wrote a string of numbers on your arm.

You can only watch as he decorated your entire forearm in horror. How are you going to explain this to Yves?

"There, that's my number."

You pulled your arm away and told him that you're going to be late for class.

"Don't forget to call me!" He hollered as you move far, far away from him.

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Finally, $40 richer, 100% more disturbed, 200% sweatier, you reached your house. 20 minutes late.

You dragged yourself onto the porch and struck your arm repeatedly against the door. Panting with your tongue out like a dog.

You wiped the sweat off your brow as the door opened. Thinking it's one of your housemates, you tried walking past them, only to be grabbed by the shoulders.

"(Name)!"

You looked up and saw Yves with the most haunting expression you've ever seen on his beautiful yet bruised face. Half it was still concealed by his hair. There was a mix of worry, sadness, anger and relief. It was an expression that guarantees you're in trouble.

You stared at him for a few seconds, his dilated pupil never left yours. You felt like you were on a court trial during those 20 seconds, Yves seemingly scrutinizing every aspect of your soul.

You burst into tears, sobbing loudly and pathetically. You didn't know where to start, you had so many unmet needs at the moment.

You're roasting in your own skin and sunburnt, you don't even have a wink of sleep, you feel violated by Montgomery, your stomach hurts from eating the greasy fast food, your muscles are aching from that epinephrine shot, you have a headache, you don't like how your clothes stuck to your body and Yves is mad at you.

One of the needs was immediately met when he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm not upset at you." He whispered, pressing kisses on your head. You cried harder and sunk into him deeper.

Of course, he knew what happened, where you went and what Montgomery did. All of it was caught on surveillance cameras and they're easy to hack into. He heard the conversations between you and him, Montgomery should upgrade his phone, it didn't even put up a fight when he tried accessing it remotely.

All because he didn't predict that you would be anaphylactic to your new medicine. If you knew he's virtually everywhere and watching your every move, Yves would have immediately intercepted before you could even put a foot down on the floor.

Yves let you wet his clothes until you calmed down enough for him to pull you into the house, where it is much cooler and dimmer. Your nosy housemates were peeking from the hallway, but this time Yves wasn't acting so nice. He shot them all a death glare, which made them promptly retreat into their rooms.

He closes the door and leads you to the sofa. Where he allowed you to let your emotions out on his chest, while sitting on his lap.

A hand stroking the back of your head, another pulling you close to him. Yves placed his lips on your forehead as snot drips down your nose and onto Yves. He doesn't mind your sweat or skin flakes.

Yves does appreciate that Montgomery was there at the right time. When you started to rub your eyes excessively, Yves was already on the highway, doing 120 miles per hour on an 80 limit. He knows something is wrong.

Unfortunately, though, he was too late and Montgomery already drove off with you. So he had to do a detour and tailgate him instead.

He did all the calculations and thought of all the possible outcomes in his head. And... to his dismay, the best one was to let everything that happened to you happen. Yves lets go and allows Montgomery to be the hero for today for the sake of your life.

But you were never in any real danger. Yves was following closely behind this entire time. Of course, you're definitely going to be uncomfortable. However, he knows you're not stupid, he could not slip a single "coincidence" that will allow him to save you from Montgomery. It's going to be too implausible to happen given that Yves is still a relatively "normal" person in your eyes.

You hiccupped in his chest, apologizing over and over again. Yves assured you that you did nothing wrong. He reached for his bag, taking out a packet of wet wipes and dry facial tissues.

He began cleaning you with the damp towel. Yves did not flinch when you coughed right into his face and had thick, opaque mucus land on his eyelashes. He continued wiping away the snot and tears while letting a glob of green rest on his eye.

If you had lingered at the university longer, Yves would have 'coincidentally' bumped and picked you up instead. Under the guise of him searching for you because he arrived early at your place to find the front door unlocked, your bag in your room and your phone on the table. Very unusual behavior of you.

But he underestimated your desperation to catch the next bus. You have broken his records, that was the fastest you ever ran since middle school and he has the data to back it up.

Now that you're slowly relaxing, Yves removed the goop from his eye using another wet wipe. His long eyelashes clumped together from the moisture. He continued by drying you using the facial tissues, which includes drying the sweat from your back and to your rear. Who gives a damn if Yves has his hands up your shirt and down your pants, it's Yves. You trust him.

You didn't pay enough attention to wonder why he brought some aloe gel today out of all days. Yves snapped the lid open and applied a pea sized amount on his fingertips. Yves spread it evenly on your now peeling skin, you let your shoulders sag as the gel soothes the burning pain.

Montgomery proved himself useful, twice. First, by saving your life. Second, by helping Yves look much more appealing to you. Doesn't his feather-like touches feel nice? It's nothing like that brute's talons.

Yves only wished that he had half a brain to feed you something appropriate and not an artery-blocking lump of fat and sugar. Four, of them plus two grease saturated hash browns, to be precise. God, Montgomery is spineless, he should have stopped you or at least found a way to make you eat slower.

You fell limp onto him as he skillfully massaged your scalp with his fingers. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tingles travel down your spine, causing you to forget about the soreness you've been experiencing.

Yves had a look of disdain when he caught a glimpse of Montgomery's phone number written on your arm in pen ink. He doesn't know when to quit, does he?

You never once stopped to wonder how he knew to prepare a pack of ice wrapped in a towel even before you came back. He brought the chilly item to your neck, cooling down one of your crucial points.

Yves continued massaging your head to relieve you of any tension. He ticked off his mental checklists on your needs, another thing is going to be off his list very soon.

He watches your eyelids droop until your eyes are fully closed. Now draped across his lap, you're starting to snore and drift into slumberland.

He sighed. Caressing your tender leg as you sleep.

"You are such a troublemaker." He quietly hissed. Scooping you into his strong arms.

Yves carried you into your room, where he lowered you onto your bed. He didn't put the blanket on you, because you will overheat, wake up and panic again.

He went out and retrieved his bag. Yves took out his portable fan and placed it near you, so the moving air could cool you down further. If you weren't so bashful and considerate, he would have installed a portable air conditioning unit in your room already. But he knows you will find the gesture too extravagant and start to spiral out of control with your self depreciation.

He closed the curtains, turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the otherwise dark room are the holes in your curtains and his laptop screen.

Yves took a seat, put on his reading glasses and began typing away. One hand keying in the information, the other holding the wretched medication that hospitalized you.

[down-to-helltown]

actually you know what i have genuine thoughts on the whole world of antonblast now.

-like apparently every other landmass is GONE. the only pieces of land that aren't roleplaying as the titanic are florida, japan, and brazil. brazil is a pretty big country, but florida and japan are less so. does the remaining human population just live on these three landmasses, or is it like a 'Waterworld' situation where there's small pockets of people living on manmade structures in the ocean? (also rip to any antonblast/pizza tower crossover AUs that now gotta work around this lore)

-there's an imp in the boiler city level that mentions the air being cleaner in hell. and honestly depending on how long its been since the radiation cleared, lil man's right. satan probably got a minor case of radiation poisoning when he sucked anton's redness out, who knows how many fumes anton's breathed in over the course of his life. that's also probably why annie used to be a more realistic human skin color back in earlier designs but now looks like the wicked witch of the west.

-it might also explain the lowkey 2000s aesthetic the game has in like a diagetic way. casette tapes are a collectible and there isn't a lot of mentions of modern tech like smartphones n stuff, which would make sense if like every member of sillicon valley is now hundreds of miles in the friggin pacific.

-unrelated to the post apocalypse lore, but like... hell exists. does that mean heaven also exists in antonblast? i joked about it in a previous post, but does hell function as a punishment for the wicked when they die? we only get two levels in hell before we beat the brakes off of satan, so i doubt we explore all of hell; maybe there's more of it where all the eternal punishment takes place. well... before satan blows it the fuck up in the satan switch ending.

-dammit now i wanna see what satan looked like back when he was an angel. he's perfect the way he is, but im really curious now..

[maddogofshimano]

The Tiger’s Repayment of a Favor: Saejima Boss Rush

Spoilers for Y4

Hell yes a new Saejima event! I’m always so excited for these, even if things are almost always going VERY poorly for Saejima in one way or another. He’s just a trouble magnet

Given the glut of resources I’ve accumulated over the years I blew nearly all of them on this event so that I could finally have a top 500 placement and get a fancy title plate 😎😎😎

Anyways, on to the event!

Summary: Shortly after the events of Y4, Saejima gets lost and is helped out by a kind stranger. When he finds that same stranger in trouble, he will go to any lengths to return the favor.

[On a certain day in 2010] [Almost immediately after Saejima Taiga, on the recommendation of Kiryu Kazuma and Majima Goro, launched the Tojo Clan Direct Line Saejima Family...] [Saejima was visiting the grave of his sister, Saejima Yasuko, and arrived in a town outside of Kamurocho.]

Saejima: ...Shit. I ended up gettin' lost. I ain't got a clue about places like this...

Saejima: I figured I'd stop by that restaurant Majima was talkin' up... Saejima: ...Oh. Now that I think about it, I got that smartphone Majima gave me. Is there a way to see a map on it?

<phone beeps> Saejima: Now where... is the map... supposed to be on this thing? This it? <phone beeps> Saejima: Nope, it ain't here. Is this it? No... maybe this? <phone beeps multiple times> Saejima: Oh, looks like this is it. Then, to search for a store... ya do this? Nah... is it this one? <phone beeps even more times, followed by thuds(?)> Saejima: Woah! The screen ain't workin' all the sudden!? I-Is it broken!!??

Glasses Wearing Man: Ladidadida~  ...Hm? Is something the matter?

Saejima: Ah, nah, I just went 'n' busted this smart phone... Man: Busted? ...Ah, it's actually just frozen. I could fix it for you if you'd like? Saejima: ...Is that alright? Man: Sure. I'm in a good mood because my work is going well, you know? Well, I suppose I don't actually do that much. Man: Hmm, just force-close the app... Huzzah, you're all good to go! Saejima: Oh! Ya really did it! Ya made it work! Saejima: I'm in your debt! What's your name?

Man: Oh no, I didn't do anything worth remembering my name for! See ya! Ladida~ 🎵 (tl note: I have no idea if this is less of a bizarre thing to say in Japan) <he leaves> Saejima: ...Heh, I had no clue how that was gonna go. Well then, let's check out that restaurant Majima mentioned... <Saejima finally gets his meal in Definitely Not Kamurocho> Saejima: Whew~! That was good food! Wouldn't expect anythin' less from a place my kyoudai recommended.

Saejima: Now then... I oughta get headin' home. ...Hm? Chinpira: Raaah!!!!

<the punk punches the man> Man: Guh... <he drops to the floor> Beefy Yakuza: ......

Chinpira: Oi! Don't fall over already Kosakai! We're not done here... (tl note: the name is 小酒井 with other readings being Osakai and Kozakai. Kosakai seems the most common) Saejima: Stop.

Chinpira: Ah, who the fuck are you? Saejima: I got no clue what this is about, but if ya wanna take it any further you'll be facin' me. Kosakai: U-.... Ughh... Y-You're... Saejima: It's alright. Stay back. Chinpira: ...So you're protecting that thief? Saejima: ...Thief? Chinpira: Don't ya know? This here Kosakai's made a killing off of petty thefts and swindling. Chinpira: He got carried away though and swiped our aniki's wallet, so we gotta teach him a lesson. Saejima: The hell? Is that true? Kosakai: ............ Saejima: Sure looks like he's tellin' the truth. Saejima: Don't tell me that when ya said work was goin' good... ya meant ya pulled a scummy job like that? (tl note: extremely funny for Saejima to get offended about stealing wallets. you are a crime boss) Kosakai: ...Yes. Chinpira: Now you get that he's not worth sticking your neck out for, right? So hurry up and move. Saejima: ...Nope, ain't movin'. Kosakai: !? Chinpira: What was that? Saejima: I'll take the punishment in his place. Leave him be. Kosakai: Umm... What are you... Chinpira: This isn't a fucking joke!!!! <Saejima gets punched> Chinpira: ...How's that? Still feeling the same?

Saejima: ...I ain't gonna hit back, so you're free to hit me as much as ya like. Teach me a lesson to your heart's content. (tl note: holding my head and trying to cobble together a wording that is accurate but doesn't just read as totally obscene in a masochistic kind of way but Saejima is making this so difficult) Chinpira: Tch... Fine, have it your way!!!! <a whole lot of beating sounds> Chinpira: Haa... Haa...

Saejima: ...Haa ...Haa... Are ya... satisfied now...? Chinpira: There's still more! <another punch> Saejima: ....Gh! Chinpira: Haa... Haa.... Saejima: If you're determined to do this, ya gotta do more. This ain't gonna take me down.  Kosakai: Wh-Why are you letting yourself get this badly hurt... Kosakai: All because of one little chat on the street? Doing this for my sake... when you're a total stranger to me... why on earth... Saejima: Well, why did ya help me out earlier? Kosakai: Eh? With your smart phone, you mean...? That was... I mean, I was in a good mood and just sort of felt like it. Saejima: Y'see... I also "just sort of felt like it". Kosakai: M-Mister... Chinpira: Haa... Haa... You just sort of felt like it? Stop fucking around... I'm gonna kill you... Beefy Yakuza: ...Wait. Chinpira: Eh... a-aniki... Beefy Yakuza: ...You're a stand-up guy, aren't you? I like you.

Saejima: ...You the boss? Kasagi: Yeah, Kasagi's the name. The owner of the wallet Kosakai tried to make off with. (tl note: name is 笠木 which can also be Kasaki but I went with Kasagi so it was a little more different from Kosakai) Kasagi: But after witnessing your manly spirit, I'm willing to forgive him. Saejima: Really? Kasagi: Yep. But, I'd lose face if I just let ya go back home like this. Kasagi: You know a lot about fighting, don't you? I'm actually one of those kinds of guys... Seeing someone strong gets me aching. (tl note: jesus fucking christ this really is just a BDSM scene) Kasagi: What do you say, will you fight me? Saejima: A fight, huh? Kasagi: A one-on-one fight, and if you win I'll let him walk free. If I win, then you'll hand that guy over like a good boy.  Kasagi: ...So how about it? Saejima: ...I'll do it. Since it'll make ya feel better. (tl note: the verb here is 気がすむ which is "to be satisfied" or "to feel good" which. look I'm trying really hard here to not make this all sound like dialogue from a porno but they're not helping me out!!) Kasagi: Good. And sorry about the damage, I'm not very good at holding back. You'll have to forgive me. Saejima: Ya better not go easy. Now hurry up 'n' come at me...! Kasagi: Heh, I thought you'd say that. Let's go all out then!

<the event happened, and I got way too many points>

Kasagi: S-... Strong...

<he hits the floor> Chinpira: A-Aniki!?

Saejima: ...Whew... Well then, I'll be takin' this guy.

<they start to leave, Kasagi pulls himself off the ground> Kasagi: Guh... W... Wait a minute.... Saejima: What d'ya want now? Kasagi: ...Who are you? Don't tell me... you're yakuza too? Saejima: ...I'm simply someone who got in a fight with ya. Who I am's got nothin' to do with that. Kasagi: I'm not trying to start shit again. I just... want to know who you are. Saejima: ...Saejima Taiga. Of the Tojo Clan. Kasagi: Saejima Taiga... You mean from the Saejima Family...? Saejima: ...We're leavin'. Kosakai: Y-Yes sir. <they leave> Kasagi: ...No wonder I wasn't a match for him.

Kosakai: ...U-Um... Thank you very much. If there's anything I can do to repay you...

Saejima: I was just returnin' the favor. No need to repay me. Kosakai: No way! But that's... but you... you didn't just help me out there. Kosakai: Thanks to you, Saejima-san... I've decided to stop with the petty theft and swindling... Saejima: Huh? What d'ya mean? Kosakai: Having seen you trying to return a tiny favor with no thought as to the risk you were putting yourself in... I realized how pathetic I was, preying on the good intentions of others. Kosakai: So... I'm going to live a respectable life, so that I can become the kind of man you are, Saejima-san. Saejima: ...That's just swell. If that's what ya want, then go for it. Kosakai: Yes sir! So, I want to repay the favor of you teaching me that! Saejima: I see... But don't worry about payin' me back. I've got an awful lotta favors I never managed to return. Kosakai: Eh... but... Saejima: If you're really determined to repay it, then pass the kindness on to someone else. Saejima: ...Just like ya did for me, back then.

Kosakai: ........Gotcha. I understand. Saejima: Well then, see ya. <Saejima leaves> Kosakai: Thank you so much! Saejima: Favors, huh... I've got a debt to Boss Sasai... I really wonder if I can pay it back.

<EVENT END>

Bonus stuff!

we do get the fun bits of lore that Kiryu recommended Saejima for a patriarch position, Majima is the one who gave Saejima a phone between games, and Saejima considers Majima a trustworthy foodie. along with one more thing...

I think we might have to consider if having dudes wail on him is some sort of fetish for Saejima and he’s just not quite aware of it. how many times has he just let someone beat on him when he really did not need to. really shines a new light on that whole thing with Kugihara

so just a few weeks ago they added a new rarity to the game beyond KSR, we now have UR. please take a look at the stat disparity going on here. it’s hurting me

the banner for the event had UR Majima and UR Saejima, so obviously I blew all my diamonds on it. I ended up with............ 4 Majimas!!!! the odds were 50/50!!!!!!!

in other news this blog is getting real close to 1,000 followers(!!!!) so I will have to update my event list in preparation for another translation give away. look forward to it!

[bea-l-zebul]

Pride Month is almost upon us once again folks, and I’ve been reflecting on that. I have some thoughts.

We’re not safe in the USA anymore

Not a huge revelation I know, most of us have been paying attention because we don’t have the choice to opt out.

If you didn’t know though, The ACLU just released a travel advisory for Florida. If you are a POC, a woman, or LGBTQ+ (especially Trans/Non-binary) it is not safe or advisable for you to travel to Florida.

Florida has already made it clear that they will kidnap Trans Children from their supportive parents and place them into abusive foster situations.

Apparently a trans person has already died from DeSatans newest law which allows doctors to discriminate and deny care to people based on “ethical or moral” grounds.

Florida has fully embraced the genocide of Trans and Non-Binary people. Full Stop. They have started eradication efforts through denial of medical care.

Pride can’t be about celebration this year. Not with this going on. We don’t have equality or equity, we shouldn’t be celebrating a “win” that doesn’t exist.

Pride needs to go back to its roots, it’s gotta go back to being a protest for our right to live life as we see fit, without fear of dying. Not some corporate block party tying to appeal to the cishets fragile heteronormative sensibilities.

If it causes “ally’s” to leave, fine, that means they were performative and were most likely causing division within the community anyway.

Pride should be a protest.

Im also suggesting we start boycotting products from Florida.

In the 1970’s when Anita Bryant started her “think of the children” shtick, the LGBTQ+ community boycotted Florida Orange. Gay Bars started serving “Anita Bryant’s” instead of screwdrivers, which used apple juice in place of orange juice.

Guess who inevitably lost her contract?

We need to bring the boycotts back, not because of a bigoted spokesperson, but because of where the tax dollars from purchasing these things goes.

Boycott Florida Orange, do not buy anything that contains orange juice, do not buy oranges.

Boycott Airlines that use parts in their planes from Florida, better yet don’t fly at all if you can avoid it

Same thing with smartphones, do not upgrade your smartphone “just because”, most smartphone parts manufactured in the USA are made in Florida.

Do not buy anything that is made in and/or shipped from Florida.

Do not go to Florida for Disney World, Sea World, or Universal Studios, in fact don’t vacation in Florida at all, do not let your money fund their tourist industry, which is (obviously) paying taxes to the state.

Protest This Pride and Hit Florida Where it Hurts for however long this takes.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Yuu can do it!

Part 71

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“Now, Jamil-san, if you wanted control over the Headmaster, you merely needed to ask,” Azul said, crouching a safe distance away, a cold smile playing across his lips. Someone’s phone hovered by his head, trembling just slightly in the air, as if the wind magic holding it up was slightly unstable. “I’m in the habit of granting wishes, you know.”

“You…” Jamil said, looking lost.

“I happen to know quite a lot of… unsavory information that the Headmaster surely wouldn’t want to come to light.”

(Azul’s eyes, briefly, flicked to Ito. They merely raised an eyebrow in return.)

“And what do you want for that information?”

“I’m afraid that you don’t have any bargaining chips in this scenario, not anymore. I believe I could get quite a lot from you for this alone.”

Azul snatched the phone out of the air, peering down at it through his glasses for just a second, before smiling and tapping a few buttons. He turned the screen around to show a picture of Jamil strangling Ito.

Jamil flinched.

“This is quite a distasteful sight, don’t you think?” Azul said. “A mage picking on a poor, magicless human.”

Ito gave a halfhearted laugh. “That’s rich coming from you – don’t think I forgot how many times your ‘BFFs’ beat us up.”

Azul ignored them, but they had expected that so they weren’t particularly offended.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this conversation short for now. If I make a deal with you in front of them, I might be murdered.”

“What?” Jamil said.

“Hiya!” said Kuroki, from far closer to Ito’s head than they’d expected. He held his ‘gun’ in a lazy hand, but the threat was definitely still there. “I suggest you let go of them. Now.”

Jamil was quick to do so, backing a few steps away from Ito, his hands in the air.

Ito sighed. “Kuroki, you –.”

They were dragged, roughly, to their feet. A hand slid into their pocket and pulled out Azul’s phone.

“You’re on thin ice right now,” Enma said, waving the phone a few times before throwing his arm around their shoulders, dragging them into his side. “We knew you were up to something, but I’ve gotta admit — you being on his side was a little surprising. Care to explain?”

Ito winced. “I felt bad for him –.”

“Nice try, you’re incapable of pity,” Kuroki said.

Ito crossed their arms over their chest.

Enma pressed a kiss to the top of their head. “We’ll talk about it later.”

We absolutely will not, Ito thought, flashing a hesitant smile his way.

But their attention was quickly stolen away from that impending problem, because Kalim’s voice floated past their ear, wavering with just barely restrained tears:

“Jamil?”

Jamil flinched. Hard. “Kalim? You – how much did you hear?”

“All of it, from start to finish,” said Jade. “Your entire conversation, from the moment you left the lounge, was streamed from my smartphone.”

Jamil’s eyes blew wide as abject terror set in. “No – no, you didn’t.”

(Ito’s eyes flicked to meet Kuroki’s. He shook his head, minutely. So, no, it wasn’t actually streamed, just recorded. But that didn’t make things much better.)

“We did! You’re famous, Umihebi-kun! You had, like, five thousand viewers at your peak!”

Everyone grimaced for a second at Floyd’s new voice. It was… weirdly deep. It didn’t suit him at all. It was also entirely out of place right now – the comedic note was not suiting their current genre.

Kalim, hesitantly, reached out and touched Jamil’s arm. “It’s not true, is it?”

Jamil pressed his lips together thinly.

“Just – I’ve always fallen asleep at random times. Tell me – tell me that’s what’s going on.”

Jamil still wouldn’t talk, his eyes on the floor. Silently, he shrugged Kalim’s hand off of him.

Kalim was quick to put it back, a tinge of desperation in his voice, now, as he said, “You wouldn’t do any of that, right? You – we’re best friends! You wouldn’t –.”

“Don’t. Don’t say that,” Jamil said, finally. “We’re not friends. You – own me, Kalim! We aren’t friends!”

Kalim flinched back a step.

Jamil snorted, once, at the sight. And that opened the floodgates. He doubled over, laughter spilling from his lips, until he seemingly couldn’t stand anymore, crashing to his knees, only holding himself up with a single hand.

“Ja – Jamil –.”

Jamil’s eyes shot up to look at him. His hair had come undone during the fall, cascading around his face messily, leaving him looking almost deranged.

“Don’t touch me,” he said, the grin on his face far past the point of mania. “I’m fucking sick of you. Four years! All I wanted were four fucking years away from you! I figured, if I could just – exist for a while and see what it was like to be a normal person, I could go back once I graduated and be – content with my life. But no! You wouldn’t even give me that!”

He gave another crackling peal of laughter.

The air around them felt thicker than it should have. Filled with anything but oxygen. Every inhale ached, leaving their head dangerously light.

Kuroki stumbled, crashing into Enma and Ito, clinging to their shirts to stay halfway upright.

“It – it doesn’t matter, though. I’m doomed!” Jamil said. “Forget four years away from you – I’d be lucky to make it to tomorrow! So, do me a favor, and get out!”

Ito blinked.

Their head felt clear. Which, in their opinion, was a win.

They were also falling through the air at high speeds, though, so it was hard to feel particularly happy about this.

Ito, dully, watched the ground get closer.

Hm. Wonder how much that’ll hurt.

Maybe, if they were lucky, it wouldn’t hurt at all!

(They were never lucky, were they?)

A body went crashing into theirs, and the air was stolen from their lungs.

They flipped themself over.

They weren’t the only one who was falling.

A glance down showed Jade and Floyd plummeting through the air.

A glance up showed Kalim and Azul.

Kuroki was the furthest up. A bright blue light shrouded his body. He was getting further and further away by the second. Perhaps Grim was trying to slow his descent. But Kuroki was, of course, far heavier than the monster. And it wasn’t as if Grim was particularly adept at magic. There was no way he’d be able to save him.

Everyone was passed out cold.

Enma was the only other human who was currently awake. He was the one who had crashed into them – seemingly on purpose, as he was gripping their shoulders, desperately screaming something that was lost to the wind.

They squinted at his mouth.

Ki… mi…  mo… wa… ta… shi…

What?

They could only shake their head.

Enma looked devastated. Arms wrapped around them, so tightly that it was almost hard to breathe. He tucked his face into the crook of their neck.

Well, they supposed there was really nothing they could do but wait for the ground to hit them. They didn’t have any magic, and the people who did have magic weren’t waking up…

Their mouth went dry.

There was one way they could think of.

Back in their world, it was said that, if you saw the dead, they would offer their hand to you. For an introductory shake, to help you to your feet, to hold you. And, if you accepted, they’d take you home with them.

(Back in their world, it was said that, if the dead reached out to you, they weren’t intending on taking you anywhere nice.)

They weren’t entirely sure what would happen. Or if anything would happen.

Last time they had held hands with anyone without gloves, however briefly, they had been yanked into Kuroki’s body. They weren’t sure what that had meant – maybe, if they were all already in Hell, there simply wasn’t anywhere else they could take him. Or maybe it didn't mean anything at all. They’d been hit with a botched potion at the same time, maybe they really had just fucked up that bad, and Ito touching someone’s hand wouldn’t do anything at all.

They worried their lip.

Enma was trembling, terrified. It was nothing like the elated expression they had glimpsed back when they had been fighting Leona’s Overblot. They wanted to think that that was a momentary lapse in judgment, but they had a sinking feeling that the difference was only that Ito was, supposedly, in danger as well.

They swallowed, thickly.

Well, they had to try.

If they offered Enma their hand, they knew he would take it, no questions asked.

And, hey, if they were right about the three of them being in Hell, it wouldn’t even be a problem! Nothing would happen! They’d all hit the ground, of course, and that would suck, but it wasn’t like they could die a second time. And, even if they could, they’d come back. Hell wouldn’t allow their torture to be cut short that easily.

(For the first time ever, they found themself hoping that they were right.)

They peeled one of their gloves off, watching it zip away from them. It whizzed past Azul’s ear, just shy of whacking him in the face.

Aw, man, that would have been funny –.

They started frantically searching Enma’s pockets. If Enma noticed, he didn’t care, pressing closer to them, as if trying to become one with them.

Their fingers locked around a small box, and they pulled out Azul's phone.

They looked at Azul. Falling above them.

They let go of the phone.

The phone went slamming into Azul’s shoulder, and the boy’s eyes fluttered open. For just a second, he was drowsy, his eyes just barely peeking open. His lips tugged downward in annoyance. And then realization hit him, and he jolted, his expression alight with horror.

He briefly fumbled through his pockets before a cane materialized in his hand.

It's almost funny, how the most impossible problems can be solved with just a little bit of magic.

They stopped falling. Abruptly. Somewhat painfully so.

(It was nowhere near as abrupt as hitting the ground would have been.)

They heard Enma groan.

They heard Enma groan!

They peeled his face out of hiding, peering into his eyes, and found that he was wide awake. Alive.

They glanced past him and saw Kuroki floating far above them.

Elation bubbled out of them in a brief laugh, and they were quick to press a kiss to Enma’s nose.

“What were you trying to say earlier?” they asked.

Enma smiled. “Doesn’t matter now.”

They raised an eyebrow. But, frankly, Enma didn’t need to know what they had just been thinking, so… he could keep his secrets.

“You’re always more affectionate when we nearly die,” Enma said. “Maybe I should ‘almost die’ more often.”

“Absolutely not,” Ito said, rolling their eyes. They took his face into their hands. “You already do that way too much, young man.”

Enma blinked in surprise. Briefly, his eyes flicked to the side, as if to confirm that one of their gloves was off.

Hesitantly, he lifted a hand, as if intending to put it over their own, hold it there – hold it.

They felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over their head.

They yanked their hand away.

Something in his expression dimmed.

They tucked his face back into the crook of their neck.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Shouldn’t rush you. You’ll – you’ll come to us when you’re ready.”

I’m sorry, they thought. I can’t risk it.

~

They landed, delicately, on the ground.

Azul looked exhausted.

But not nearly as exhausted as the Leech twins and Kalim, who were still passed out cold.

Kuroki stirred almost the second he touched the ground, before Ito and Enma could even properly detangle themselves and run over. He looked remarkably pale. He kissed the sand. Some of it surely got into his mouth, and the taste couldn't have been good, but he didn’t seem to care.

“If I ever leave the ground again I’m fucking killing everyone,” Kuroki announced.

“Aw, even if I pick you up?” Enma asked.

“Especially if you pick me up,” he said. His eyes flicked over Ito and Enma, and a complicated expression made its way across his face, before he smiled. “Nice to know that, despite your best efforts, you two are still alive.”

Ito crossed their arms over their chest. “Why do you think I’m suicidal? Enma, I get –.”

“Hey?!”

“– but I haven’t done anything to give that impression!”

“You just have the vibes,” said Grim.

The three Yuus looked at him, frowns on their faces.

Grim hung his head. “Fake slang again?”

“... no, you used it right,” said Kuroki. “I dunno. It feels weird when you do it.”

“Aren’t you three cold?” Azul asked.

The Yuus looked up. The other people were awake, now. Apparently. Not that they particularly cared about them.

“Nah,” said Ito.

“Is it cold?” said Kuroki.

Floyd’s mouth swung wide open (like a harlot) and, when he exhaled, the air in front of him steamed up.

Kuroki’s eyebrows knit in confusion. He looked down at himself, at the goosebumps littering his skin, at the way he was trembling just slightly.

“Adrenaline,” Enma said, flashing a (clumsy) thumbs up.

“Or hypothermia,” said Jade.

They considered this.

“Ooooh,” they chorused, in unison.

“What’s a 'hypothermia'?” Grim said, raising a paw.

“When people get too cold, they die,” Floyd explained, none too gently.

Well, his weird, too-deep voice was gone (Azul must have nullified their contract), so at least it wasn’t putting them even more on edge.

Not that it helped that much. Grim’s eyes widened in horror. He turned to his henchmen. “Well – well, I can warm them up –!”

“We don’t need to deal with another Overblot,” said Azul, shaking his head. “But we do need to get them out of the cold –.”

Ito frowned. “Viper-senpai Overblotted?”

They tried to remember, but… their mind came up more-or-less blank. They certainly remembered that Jamil could have Overblotted, his emotions had been running high, but the Overblot itself...

“Ah, yes, you were the first one to fall under his control,” said Jade. “Perhaps because constant exposure to Viper-san’s magic has weakened you to it… or because of a certain willingness you may possess to being controlled by him.”

(Enma and Kuroki, apparently reminded of Ito’s ‘betrayal’, sent them twin glares out of the corners of their eyes. Ito winced just slightly. Damn. They should have stayed quiet.)

"That's not the point," Floyd said. "We should get going before we've got bodies to bury."

Well, that wasn't a pretty image.

Needless to say, they started walking.

“Kalim-san? Are you coming?” said Jade.

Or not.

“Perhaps his hypothermia is setting in faster than we thought,” Azul muttered. “He’s shaking quite a lot…”

Ito glanced back.

Kalim was crying.

“Pendejos,” Ito muttered under their breath.

Then, they sighed and detached from their little huddle of friends in favor of walking over to Kalim.

“Senpai?”

Kalim sniffled, wiping at his tears frantically. “I’m – I’m just – one second, please.”

Ito hesitated, briefly. They rather liked the idea of not getting involved in someone’s emotional breakdown. It was awkward. No thanks.

But they also remembered that night in the tunnel, when the desert had rained.

Azul was right, they really didn’t need to deal with another Overblot.

(And, perhaps, despite what Kuroki claimed, they were capable of some level of empathy. They could understand, better than most, just how much moving past the denial phase of grief sucked.)

They – slowly, giving him ample time to push them away – reached out and set their gloved hand on his shoulder.

They weren’t sure what would cheer Kalim up, but they could make an educated guess:

“Do you need a hug?”

Kalim didn’t answer. He simply threw himself into their arms. Sobbing into their shirt.

They sighed, hugging him back.

“It's all my fault… I drove Jamil to the brink without even realizing it.”

Ito shook their head. “It’s not your fault. Not really.”

“Yeah,” said Kuroki. “It’s Viper-senpai’s fault.”

Ito sent him a glare. “You don’t even believe that.”

“Who’s to say,” said Kuroki, batting his eyelashes.

They fought the urge to roll their eyes. It wasn’t what Kalim needed right now.

“It’s neither of your faults. Okay? He’s not even mad at you. You’re, like, impossible to be mad at. I think that makes it worse, actually… he’s mad at what you represent… Basically! You’re both trapped in an unfair system. Blaming each other – or yourselves – isn’t going to help anything.”

Kalim sniffled. “Then what would help?”

“Uhhh…” said Ito.

“You’re being too nice,” Floyd cut in. “It’s kinda disgusting.”

Kalim blinked. “It is?”

“Yes,” everyone chorused.

Ito pinched the bridge of their nose. This school…

“Just say you’re going to punch him in the face or something. Like a normal person,” said Floyd.

“That’s not normal! Or the point! Listen, senpai, Viper-senpai is lashing out at you because he feels trapped,” Ito said. “It’s not on you… or him, really. It’s just unfortunate circumstances.”

“Yeah, he’s got a sad backstory, but that doesn’t mean he should lash out like this,” said Enma.

“Of course he shouldn’t,” Ito groaned. “But wouldn’t you do the same?”

“I vote you lash out back,” said Kuroki.

“Yeah. Crying is gross and weird and awful. Hit him instead,” Floyd agreed, nodding vehemently.

“He certainly deserves at least one hit. If someone were to betray me in the way Viper-san just betrayed you… they wouldn’t get the chance to do it again,” said Jade.

“Jamil wouldn’t betray me!”

“He just did, though,” said Enma.

“It’s okay to denounce him as a traitor, he is one,” Azul said.

Ito worried their lip. “Guys, come on, you’re not helping…”

“Not trying to,” said Grim.

Ito kicked some sand at him. It didn’t even close to hit him, he was hovering a good meter off of the ground, but Grim still quieted, so Ito took the win.

“If you’re not going to help, don’t say anything,” they said. They pointed at the horizon. “Start walking. This is, like, the only decent guy in this whole school, you are not allowed to ruin him.”

“If he gets ruined that’s Viper-senpai’s fault, too,” muttered Enma.

They pointed more aggressively.

Enma rolled his eyes and held his hands up in mocking surrender.

After a second, Azul spoke up: “It’s not your fault in the least, Kalim-san. You were born into a high social class. Anyone with that kind of upbringing would take a lot of things for granted.”

“Add on your naturally innocent disposition…” said Jade.

“Umihebi-kun took advantage of you for something you can’t control, Rakko-chan.”

There it is, Ito thought, spitefully.

“So… Jamil is… bad…?” Kalim said, slowly, sounding out every syllable.

“YES!” said everyone, in unison.

(Ito’s “No” was solidly drowned out.)

“In that case, I'd better get back fast! I need to punch him and call him the traitor he is! I owe him that much!”

Enma and Kuroki cheered.

(Ito, briefly, tipped their head forward to rest on Kalim’s shoulder, groaning. They had started all of this by comforting Kalim, but now they needed comfort. “I tried,” they said, to no one, since clearly no one was listening to them.)

“Small problem with that plan, Rakko-chan: we ain’t getting home anytime soon.”

Oh. Right. They were stranded.

Oooooh, they should have concentrated on that. Now that they were thinking about it, the cold was biting through their clothes. They grabbed Kalim by the arm and dragged him with them to join the small huddle of humans around their resident fire-themed monster.

“They’ll freeze if we try to walk back,” said Floyd, his arms crossed over his chest. “And I don’t think they’ll be able to run like this.”

“I’m not sure we have many other options,” Azul said, somewhat mournfully.

“If we were underwater, we might be able to swim back in time, however…” Jade knelt to pick up a handful of sand, as if to emphasize his point that there was no place drier than a desert.

Kalim perked up. “Underwater?”

Azul sent a wry smile his way. “Floyd and Jade can easily outpace brooms when they're in their true forms. But we can't exactly create a river for them…”

“Oh! I can!”

“... WHAT.”

Rainclouds gathered overhead, and the three mermen watched on, stunned as water began to pour down in sloughs. A river began to form before their very eyes.

The Yuus shuddered under the torrent of rain. As if it wasn’t already cold enough…

Not that Ito concentrated on that for long.

“Why are they stripping?!”

~

As they made their way down the steps to Scarabia dorm, Ito noted that the air wasn’t quite as thick as it had been the last time they were there. It was still slightly hard to breathe, but that was solely due to the ink staining the air. Their head no longer pounded, so Jamil must have lessened the reach of his mind control spell.

(Or, maybe, he had already run out of magic reserves, and ‘Jamil’ was no more. Ito would prefer if that wasn’t the case – they weren’t particularly fond of the idea of seeing the guy's corpse, after all.)

They kept their eyes on the floor. Dead beetles littered the stairs, making it hard to find a place to step.

They made it down to Scarabia without any major incidents, though.

Not that this was a particularly good thing. Frankly, a delay would have been appreciated.

In the largest banquet room, Jamil sat at the head of the table. A giant snake lumbered behind him, swaying just slightly to music that Ito couldn’t hear. Nestled in the snake's fangs was a giant inkwell.

It was already halfway full.

“Didn’t know Jamil liked parties…” Kalim mumbled.

Ito’s eyes flicked to the many people walking around, trays in their hands.

It wasn’t a party. These people were making offerings before an altar.

Enma lifted a food-laden tray from one of their hands.

The person didn’t even seem to notice. They still had their hand out as if they were holding it, even.

Their expressions were completely flat. Emotionless. Even the ones that usually smiled. Their faces were entirely lax, their smile lines a thing of the past.

It was unsettling.

Ito didn’t want to look at it anymore.

They picked up a pitcher.

Kuroki grabbed a nearby cornucopia and hugged it to his chest.

They exchanged glances, before walking forward as one, making their way over to Jamil.

The mages were quick to follow suit, even if they were a few minutes late.

Ito presented the pitcher to Jamil.

Jamil chuckled, grabbing the pitcher and drinking straight from it, downing the entire thing in one go. He raised the empty jug in the air in a strange kind of toast.

“Bring on the food! Bring on the drinks! Today we celebrate the disposal of the old, useless king, and the crowning of a far more deserving successor!”

“Here here!” chorused the few people holding drinks.

Jamil grinned like a drunk man – perhaps he was drunk on power.

“I think I understand That Fool, now,” Jamil said. “Anything you could ever need, at your fingertips… ah, it’s easy to get carried away!”

“Not that you would!” someone piped up.

“Only you could wield this much power safely!” another said.

“Only those deserving of this kind of power can do so!” said yet another.

Jamil chuckled. “Yes, yes, keep the praises coming!”

Azul, always quick on the draw, said, “I never realized what a gallant figure you cut.”

“That throne looks like it was made for you,” said Grim, looking slightly jealous that Jamil got to sit in one.

“I love your hair,” said Ito, entirely truthful.

(Yes, Jamil’s hair was currently made of snakes. What can they say? He made it work. They were slightly jealous.)

“And?” said Jamil.

“It is hard to believe anyone ever mistook you for average, your eyes betray your intelligence,” Jade said, barely managing to hide a smile behind his hand.

“You’re objectively attractive,” Enma said.

(Jade narrowed his eyes at Enma, no longer looking quite as amused.)

“This is all true…” Jamil nodded along. “Anything else?”

Floyd shrugged. “Your shoulders are very broad. Very manly.”

“You look sooooo strong and powerful!” Kalim said, beaming.

Jamil jumped at the sound of his voice, though, his head swinging around to look at Kalim.

“Aw fuck,” said Grim.

They were swarmed in seconds.

… well, all of the mages were. The Yuus were left alone, funnily enough.

“I don’t know whether to be insulted or not,” said Enma.

Kuroki glanced at Jamil, making sure he was properly distracted, and then he pulled a handful of blackberries out of his cornucopia. He popped one in his mouth, and smiled.

“Dude, these are so good. Try one.”

Enma raised an eyebrow, but pulled out a pomegranate. He seemed skeptical but, once he tried it, he lit up. He grabbed Ito by the wrist, prompting them to take something for themself.

Ito accepted an apple, absently biting into it (it was surprisingly juicy) as they watched the mayhem.

Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Grim went to work beating down the hordes of students that were sent their way. They weren’t particularly hard to take down, from the looks of things, they appeared to be just as mindless as zombies, so their tactics were painfully juvenile. They weren’t really that big of an issue… or, at least, they wouldn’t be, if there weren’t so many of them.

Kalim seemed to be struggling to lift his pen against any of his dormmates.

This was unfortunate for him, because Jamil had quite the vendetta against him, and all of the dorm members were absolutely aiming for him.

“Jamil! You’re a coward and a traitor!” Kalim yelled, the phrasing ever so slightly awkward. He was really bad at being ‘mean’. “If you want the Housewarden seat for yourself, then fight me for it!”

Jamil laughed. “If you can’t beat a few random students, you would have never won against me, anyway!”

Kalim’s expression steeled, and he finally turned his wand on another student.

The student hit the wall head-first.

“Oooooh, shit, that looks like it hurt,” Kuroki commented.

“Would it kill you guys to help?!” Azul snapped, his usual decorum gone.

“I mean. Maybe,” said Ito.

Azul probably would have sent a glare their way, but then someone bit him, so he had bigger issues.

Oh. So the zombie imagery was getting more blatant by the second. Oof.

The Yuus looked at each other, briefly.

And then, in unison, tipped their heads back and groaned, their shared braincell protesting the idea of fighting yet another Overblot.

But they were already there, and Ito supposed letting someone die was immoral or whatever…

“Hey, guys,” said Enma, still staring at the ceiling. “Do you remember the mines?”

His friends’ smiles went sharp.

Ito hummed and pulled out the mirror shard they had grabbed what felt like years ago at this point. They weighed it in their hand for just a second, before tucking it back into hiding.

“Viper-senpaaaaiiiii,” Enma whined, flopping against the table dramatically. “Why won’t you attack us?”

Jamil gave them an incredulous look. “Because I’m not stupid?”

Kuroki scowled. “Everyone underestimates us. You’d think I’d get used to it, but it still sucks –.”

“I’m not underestimating you,” Jamil said. “You three have been involved in stopping three separate Overblots. I’m not intent on getting on your bad sides.”

The Yuus blinked.

They…

They hadn’t expected that.

Ito was, strangely, flattered. “Aw, really?”

“Yes,” said Jamil, flatly.

“Well, I think it’s a little late for that,” said Kuroki.

Jamil frowned. “I tried to make Ito more open with you. Is that really so terrible?”

Enma and Kuroki glowered at him.

Ito sighed, waltzing over to Jamil. He jumped just slightly, surprised to find them as close to him as they were.

“Don’t listen to them. Look at me, Viper-senpai… this isn’t like you.”

This kind of pick-me behavior wasn't like Ito, either.

They slid their mirror shard beneath one of the snake’s dark scales, a smile creeping across their face when something that was too dark to be mere blood spilled over their hands.

So, these things were possible to damage, their inkwells weren't the only vulnerable point, just the most vulnerable…

Was there a way to safely sever a Phantom from its human?

Because, if there was, they could use the bioweapon without fearing that it might kill the host, too –!

The snake batted them away.

... ‘batted’ is such a kind word for what happened. It brings to mind a kitten, pawing at a toy. A soft hit. And, to be fair, it probably was a lot like swatting a fly, for Jamil.

They certainly went flying, skidding across the banquet table a couple of times before finally coming to a stop.

Ito sat up slowly, groaning. They were glad that Ace’s clothes were as thick as they were – there was a fork sticking out of their calf and, while it had definitely broken the skin (they could see blood, slowly seeping through the fabric, mierdamierdamierda look AWAY), it definitely would have been worse if they’d been wearing anything thinner than sweatpants.

“Fine, you want me to fight you?” Jamil said, breathing hard. “I suppose I can grant your wish.”

For all of the lucidity that Jamil seemed to have, even in this state, he was still in the middle of an Overblot – get him mad enough, and all of that pesky logic is quick to fall to the wayside.

Ito dove off of the table. A shudder ran through them as the hardwood cracked beneath the snake’s tail.

Needless to say, they took off running.

They ducked behind the nearest pillar.

It only took three hits from the snake before the pillar crumbled, too.

“Spread out!” said Kuroki. “He can’t keep eyes on all of us!”

“Well, he can if you tell him the plan!” Enma screamed back.

(Only Ito and Kuroki knew him well enough to recognize the smile in his voice.)

The Yuus scattered, running from pillar to pillar for the sake of cover.

Occasionally, one of them would rush forward and attack the Phantom. Ito would find a chink to stab, or Kuroki would yank a scale out, or Enma would grab the nearest heavy object and chuck it at the Phantom’s head…

Finally, the phantom bashed its tail against one of Kuroki’s hiding places, and a chunk of the ceiling gave way above it.

Adobe slammed down onto its head, sending the Phantom to the floor, the glass crack-ing.

For just a second, it looked like it was over. The Phantom didn’t so much as twitch under the rubble. Ink spilled over the stone. The Yuus waited, with bated breath, for the Phantom to dissolve into nothing, for Jamil to return to normal.

But then the Phantom stirred. Slowly, it pushed the stone away.

It was damaged. The top half of the inkwell had been smashed into nothing. The ink was spilling over the edges of the glass.

But it was still alive.

The three humans huddled together behind another pillar. Jamil should be wary of breaking the building's supports, now, and he had lost sight of them in all of the chaos. They should be fine, for at least a little while.

“Shiiiiit,” Kuroki groaned.

“At least the inkwell can’t fill up all the way, now,” said Ito, trying to look on the bright side.

Kuroki had no such intentions: “I think we drew the short straw.”

“I vote for a redo,” said Enma.

“We did our civic duty. Viper-senpai won’t die. Let's grab Grim and make a run for it.”

They didn't know for sure whether or not Jamil would live. Hopefully, if the inkwell couldn't fill, the monster wouldn’t be able to fully form, and Jamil wouldn’t die.

It was just a theory. But, in their current state, it wasn’t like they had many other options.

Enma pushed Ito’s pant leg up so he could peer at their wound. It… wasn’t particularly bad, but Ito still felt sick at the sight of it. “Can I have your – uh – was it a knife?”

Ito handed over their mirror shard, and Enma was quick to cut their pants above the knee, using the fabric to make a temporary bandage, because bleeding out would not help them win this fight.

Not that they wanted to continue it.

The original spurt of adrenaline was already fading. Ito’s legs throbbed. Every breath the Yuus gave ached in their chests. They had never fought an Overblot all alone like this, and they were not eager to finish the fight on their own.

“Is it really that hard to get rid of a bunch of random students?” Ito complained. “Where are those stupid mages?”

“You called?” Jamil said, his tone sickly sweet.

The Yuus nearly tripped over themselves to get away.

But Ito wasn’t as fast as they should have been.

(And, even if they had been, Jamil reached out, he was clearly aiming to grab one of them. Ito would never let something like this get ahold of Enma or Kuroki, not if they could help it.)

A hand locked around their arm, and they were lifted off the ground.

Jamil smiled. “Let’s see you freaks attack me when one of your precious friends is in danger, too.”

Ito was tossed into the inkwell.

They could swim.

But the ink was too thick to get any purchase in. It was like trying to run in a dream - there was something heavy weighing them down, and the goal just kept getting further and further away. They sunk, slowly, toward the bottom, their arms and legs flailing wildly as they tried to get any sense of anything.

For just a second, their hand slid out of the ink. The air outside was horribly cold in comparison.

They flinched back in surprise and, by the time they had processed their mistake, they had lost their bearings.

Until, of course, their back hit the glass.

Surrounded by glass… they currently contained their bioweapons within glass vials. Would it behave the same here, stopping the second it hit the glass, or did the entire Phantom count as biological matter?

They didn’t have many other options. Enma and Kuroki wouldn’t let anyone shoot at the Phantom while Ito was in ‘danger’. Especially considering they didn’t really like Jamil enough to save him.

Either way, there was a low chance that Jamil would make it out of this alive.

So, they had to choose the option with any chance at all.

They opened the vial.

The world behind their eyelids turned neon green.

But Ito should be fine.

It was a bioweapon. It couldn’t do anything to someone who was already dead.

[artbyremi]

TGCTOTR Ch. 2 Preview

“And even though you went through all the effort of making a literal spreadsheet, you never thought to ask them if they had already made plans?” April’s voice echoed through the sewers through a video call on Leo’s phone. “Leo, you know I really care about you but like—what the fuck?”

“I know—I know,” Leo, whined as he rolled over on his bed, keeping his phone in the air to keep himself in view. “I dunno, I just ended up getting caught up with things,” he pouted. “Please help me to not feel like a dumbass.” 

April sighed on the other end, “Well, I can’t exactly help what you are.” 

“Aragghhh,” Leo moaned, smashing his face into his pillow. “As my partner, can't you like hype me up or something?”

“Not when you’re being dumb,” she said plainly. 

Leo moaned into his pillow again. He felt stupid enough and she wasn’t making things any better, but he couldn’t exactly be mad at her when she was spitting facts in his face. 

Leo lifted his head, when he heard a small knock on the side of the wall. Splinter was standing in the doorway, a hand holding the curtain open. Leo turned back to his phone, “Gotta go, Hon. My Dad’s here.” Leo hung up the call, then shoved his phone into the pocket of his khaki shorts. “Hey, Dad,” he said, his voice sounding a little raspy. 

“Hello, my son,” Splinter said as he entered the room and sat on the bed beside Leo. He had that we need to have a talk kind of look. 

Leo wasn’t exactly in the mood for a talk but still leaned his head against his father’s shoulder and groaned. “I’m so so stupid.”

Splinter wrapped an arm around Leo’s shell, pulling him into a comforting side embrace. “You’re not stupid.” Leo knew Splinter was lying to make him feel better. That was kind of his job as a father. 

“I am stupid,” Leo mumbled, pressing his face further into Splinter’s wiry fur. “We had talked about it one night a couple months ago so I just assumed that they weren’t making plans.” 

In hindsight, one conversation at 3AM in the middle of January wasn’t exactly the same as making concrete plans. Leo had been meaning to remind them. Life had just started moving so fast. It was almost too fast. Then suddenly Spring Break was the next week and Leo panic-made a spreadsheet. 

It was stupid. 

How had he been paying so little attention to his homelife to not realize his brothers had all made other Spring Break obligations?

“Well, Leo,” Splinter said, giving the young boy’s shoulder a squeeze. “You have been a bit.” The rat paused as if trying to come up with the right thing to say. “A bit distant at home,” Splinter finally admitted. 

A little distant? 

Leo wasn’t distant. Didn’t his dad know he loved his family? That he would do anything for his father and his brothers. Being told he was distant was not something he wanted to hear.

“I’m not distant,” Leo argued, a little more defensively than he would have liked. “I come home before curfew and I attend family dinner every night.” 

Splinter let out a soft sigh, “And how many times do I have to tell you to put away that phone of yours?” Splinter’s voice grew a little more brusque as he patted the pocket with Leo’s smartphone.

Leo felt his cheeks grow a little warm. It was true that he had been on his phone a little more at dinner these days. “It’s only because it’s April texting me, Dad!” Leo pushed. “If it was Scumbug wouldn’t you want to text her back right away?” 

“No,” Splinter responded almost immediately. “Scum knows that family dinner is my time with my kids and that will always take precedence over our relationship.” 

Leo twiddled with his fingers in his lap. Being the only other one in the family, currently in a romantic relationship, Leo had been hoping Splinter would understand. Maybe it was different because he and Scumbug were so much older. 

“I wasn’t trying to ignore everybody,” Leo muttered quietly. “It’s just–April’s really important to me and I don’t wanna mess this up.” 

Splinter let out another exacerbated sigh. “I know April is important to you. We all love April and we’re all so happy for you two.” Leo gave a warm smile at that. “But you can’t brush off everyone else in your life to spend 24/7 with your girlfriend.”

Leo pulled a knee up to his chest so he could rest his cheek against it. “I’m not trying to spend 24/7 with April. I wanted to spend spring break with my brothers and I’m helping you with the dojo, aren’t I?”

“Right and I appreciate all your help. It’s certainly nice to see you again. But–” Splinter’s face dropped back to a frown. “Even if you haven’t quite realized it, you’ve been brushing off your brothers a lot.” 

Leo knew there were a few times that he had promised to spend with his brothers and changed plans at the last minute whether it was to help April with April Tonight, a sudden decision to go on a date or an influx of school stress. It was only a few times, though, but even only a few times could have been hurtful to any of his brothers. 

Guilt was beginning to settle in. He might be a good boyfriend but he was a bad brother. 

“I really did want us all to spend spring break together,” Leo muttered into his knee. It felt like he had broken a few threads of the strong rope that was he and his brothers’ bond. He needed to make it up to them. He needed to come up with a schedule for April Tonight, studying, date nights, work on the dojo, and time with his brothers. 

“Raph, Donnie, and Mikey aren’t leaving until the day after tomorrow.” Splinter said, his tone getting a bit lighter. He must have known Leo was feeling remorseful. The rat reached into his pocket, piquing Leo’s curiosity. He placed a white envelope into Leo’s hands, giving him a warm smile. “You four enjoy your one day of spring break together. I’ll finish up whatever packing the others need to get done.” 

Leo put his knee down and opened the envelope. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting. Maybe tickets for a Mets game or a Broadway show or maybe that Area 53 Laser Tag place in Brooklyn? 

Leo’s face lit up as he pulled out the tickets, “Wow, Dad! Luna Park?” 

Luna Park was the ever iconic amusement park located on Coney Island. It was on the Boys’ bucket list of things they could finally do now as members of society. It was easy to sneak into a movie or a sports game but going to an amusement park had always been out of the question. Leo was itching to ride his first rollercoaster and eat awful calorie-filled theme park food. 

Splinter nodded with a smile, “You boys have fun tomorrow.” He pulled Leo into a tight side embrace.”And take lots and lots of pictures! I could really use a new lock screen for my phone.” 

Leo struggled to get out of his Dad’s tight hold. “We will! We will. I promise.” He paused for a moment then he muttered, “Does it have to be your lock screen though? That’s so embarrassing.” 

A sly smile spread across Splinter’s face, “Why isn’t that part of my job, hmm? To embarrass you four.” Leo was still wriggling, trying to escape Splinter’s tight grasp. 

“You’re the worst!” Leo whined, not bothering to hide the smile on his face.

Thanks for reading! Expect the full chap sometime this weekend!

[amazingbananabread]

How do you think your ocs would feel about mine?

(Srry If I asked this before)

✧ MEW ✧

Melissa 👾: A child in this house? Melissa only hope for Mew to be safe and sound, though the fact the child is also a cat person and the fact she could defend herself, Mel doesn't really do much besides drawing with Mew and playing on her smartphone. Mel likes her, just that she is a bit..intimidated because she had betrayed and killed a ratman.

`` U-uh, I don't got much opinion for the cat child, she's pretty okay and cute, I hope we hang out later on..i-i just hope she doesn't do anything harm on me though, nn.. :^[ ``

Mary 💡: The moth lady doesn't know much about Mew other the fact she witnessed the child stealing a cookie on a night. Despite that, Mary thinks she's pretty nice, hoping to talk with her someday.

`` Oh? About one of the members in that house over there? I do not know much about the little girl other than she have some cat features. Though, I wish to meet her, I don't know why but she looks so adorable! ``

Goat Guy and The Wandering Horse 🐐🐎: the (three) two of them don't know anyone in the Ivory House but they might've seen each other every now and then. Their opinions is that they think Mew's should stay inside and don't explore much in the forest as they know how dangerous it is out here.

`` Don't know who that is, but hope she don't become a stray. (🐐) ``

`` Neigh (agree..🐎) ``

✶ HITCHHIKER C ✶

Melissa 👾: Melissa don't know a lot about Hitchhiker C but what does she knows is that she kept seeing the guy with the dog guy she forgot the name of. She doesn't really have anything to say other than good for him. Keep moving that dawg! 💜

`` I don't know who is that..eh, hope he's good i-i guess. :V ``

Mary 💡: oh she knows him! Well, more like sees him but she saw him multiple times, either killing or not, he's always seems to have some bloods on him.

Though, she's just hope Hitchhiker C doesn't kill her with that axe of his. It look scary..

`` The guy's..a bit scary, i-in my opinion- I'm sure the guy's a good person! J-just..um, let's hope he's likes moths.. ``

Goat Guy NN 🐐: Goat saws the killing that were made by Hitchhiker C, so they being scared of him is underestimating to say the least. If they ever see him again,he would run away FAST.

`` W-why are you mentioning him to me? Can we just talk about something else? Like a g-gem? Shows? I just don't want t-talk about him right now...he's horrifying.. ``

The Wandering Horse 🐎: Phillips doesn't really care about him to be honest, he think he's just trying to survive in the wild, just the way he does it is...very red and bloody. Jane on the other hand, is scared of Hitch.C even though he sounds pretty nice and a chill guy when Phillips was talking with him one time.

`` Neigh..what, you want me to break character for this? Well, C's a nice guy i guess, liked to talk with him but he's gotta chill on the killing, kept seeing him in red. Does he wash his clothes? Eh.. (Phillips) ``

`` U-umm..i don't know bout him, but I hope he doesn't try to kill us later on. (Jane) ``

✢ DANNY ✢

Melissa 👾: Mel encountered the ratman multiple times before Mew killed him off, and she thinks he nice, a bit awkward but then again, she's kinda like him too so..

Such a shame that Danny died, Melissa would've shown him her fanart of him.

`` Awh man, still sad that he died..but anyways, Danny's a good guy, we often talk here and there about stuffs. Sometimes, he would tell me more about the other ratmen. Hope he's in heaven. ``

Mary, Goat Guy, T.W.H 💡🐐🐎: they don't know him, so uh......oof

[hermitlifemuicals]

hi the smartphone hour from BMC but iinstead of rich burned down the house its scar burned down the ranch send ask

Horn club hour!

parody of smartphone hour from BMC

OML, Clee, Answer this See, just you wait till i share what i seen!

I got the tea to spill , this juice is real

Call back

Ill tell you the whole scene 

Scott s smajor calling Ugh, Scott s smajor calling

Scott s smajor calling

Yo

Oh my god oh my god okay so

At the end of last weeks session

The very end of last weeks session

Did you see scar

Yeah i saw scar 

So hes behaving crazy like a ticking timebomb

Jumping racing like a soulbound slimeball

Hes gotta learn he should rest some more

Shouldn't skip on sleep as a wild guy 

Right but he wasnt tired

The hell you say, smajor?

Yeah, he wasnt tired

the hell you say, smajor?

Yeah i heard form grian then

That scar had gone to sleep at ten

Which means you cant blame the things he did on insomnia 

Its just so bad i do not know how to respond to ya

But do you want me to share it?

Spit it out !

Spit it out !

You really want me to share it?

Spit it out !

Spit it out !

Ill tell you cause you are my soul mate

No im not

Yeah i know

But here's what happened when the sessions late

Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch

Woah!

Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

Oh i thought it was crazy 

Every surface was flamy 

When Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

When Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

O-M-L pearl, things to tell

Just wait until i share what i had seen

Ignore

Wait, and then capital D : colon 

Im sorry that scott left you in session one and it was all him

And im not upset with you

Lets never let him or martyn come between us ever again okay?

Zombie, double heart, crescent moon

Hey?

We cool?

For now..

OKAY SO!

At the end of last weeks session

Did you see scar

No i was alone

So hes acting wild  and i was concerned 

 Cause with his style he could take any turn

Hes gotta really learn how to keep his lives 

Shouldt be so crazy on his second life 

Mhm

Hes gotta really learn how to keep his lives 

Shouldt be so crazy on his second life 

yeah ! but he didnt die!

You cant blame what he did on yellow

Its just so awful but i am going to tell tho

Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch

Woah!

Oh i thought it was crazy 

Every surface was flamy 

When Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

When Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

Hey every soulbould 

Did you hear

Scar set a fire now go out and share

Blasting in chat (chat!)

Blasting a horn (horn!)

Blasting in chat (chat!)

Horn! (horn!)

Release the information as you record 

So spread the word (woooord)

That scar is stripped (stripped?)

Wait i meant screwed (Oh)

Did I say stripped? (yeah)

Sorry chat thats just my auto correct 

(always be aware of auto correct)

S-C-H-R

Can’t you tell 

Just how much i care if you’re doing well

Changed my skin to look like yours

Now i know why you did that for 

S-C-H-R

Its a thing 

I see, we see, they see that you where suffering

S-C-H-R

Can’t you tell 

Just how much i love this content well

Hi! (Hi! Hi! Hi!)

Yo! (Yo! Yo! Yo!)

Sup! (Sup! Sup! Sup!)

Fire!

Hey! (Ha!)

Talk it, chat it, pass it, talk it!

(incoherenct talking) 

Ready? Okay

Here we go!

Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

Woah (ahhh!)

Scar set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

It was so terribly gory

I got the whole bloody story

Well, I didnt quite “see” 

But i know what happened trust me!

When scar set a fire and he burned the ranch down

When scar set a fire and exploded the ground

When scar set a fire using breadsticks and clay

When scar set a fire ‘cause he knew he was gay

When scar set a fire and it melted his eyes

When scar set a fire and he totally died 

When scare set a fire and he burned down the ranch!

Burned it down!

Woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Did ya hear? Did ya hear?

Burned it down!

Woah

Did ya hear? Did ya hear? (He's burning down)

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Woah!)

Burned it down!

Woah (Burned it down!)

Did ya hear? Did ya hear?

That Scar set a fire and he burned down the-

Scar set a fire and he burned down the-

Scar set a fire and he burned down the Ranch!

He told me 'cause he's my best friend!

Scar set a fire and he burned down the Ranch!

Send!

End!