#welcome to the dummy parade

[cigardadmasterdj]

"Hey. Idiot. Go ahead and lick my boots. It's your treat."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Good boy. Yeah, just like a dog. You love licking my boots because you're just a dumb animal, ain't that right you big pussy?"

"Yes, Master. You are always right, Sir."

He drops cigar ash on your head. It burns your scalp. You are fine with that. It's what you deserve.

"Hey, dummy. Get in worship position."

You kneel and bow your head with arms outstretched. He puts a boot on your back.

"Who's my slave forever?"

"I am, Sir." you fervently tell him. You want him to know how much you love him. Every word you utter is a word Master puts in your mouth. Obedience shows your love for him.

"Who's a big dumb animal?"

"I am, Sir."

"Get up, Fido. Open your mouth."

Cigar ash enters your mouth. You always reel from the sensation of it. He hands you a water bottle and down it goes. You are grateful for the water. His cigar smoke fumes around your head as he blows smoke in your face. You inhale it gratefully.

"You're going to make me a big pot roast tonight, huh fag? My little fag wife is gonna make me a pot roast."

"Yes, Sir."

"You know what you're gonna eat? Tofu and lima beans in a blender. You'll eat slave mush. Say you like eating slave mush."

"I like eating slave mush, Master."

"Good boy, Fido. Get up."

He pushes you down and laughs as you try to do so. His glee is sadistic. He blows cigar smoke and parades around so arrogantly. He is fine with owning you. He feels no guilt.

"Alright, for real this time. Get up, jackass."

You are so happy. Every day you are bullied is an adventure. Your Master is so Superior to you. It makes you happy to be put in your place as a slave on a daily basis. You deserve your enslavement.

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MASTER DJ

[sjsmith56]

Another Time

Summary: Memories are mixed up in the Winter Soldier’s mind but he realizes the blond man is the one who knows the truth.

Length: 2.4 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Gabe, Dum Dum, Dot, Dr. Zola, older man in suit (Pierce).

Warnings: Breaks in Bucky’s programming allow old memories to intrude on the present, implied violence, implied torture, anger, fury.

Author notes: As this one-shot starts Bucky and Steve are back in New York, along with the Howling Commandos, home for a hero’s welcome. Except things keep popping up that puzzle Bucky, because they don’t belong. More memories occur, that reinforce the feeling that something isn’t right, especially when they call him Soldat or Soldier. When the blond man calls him Bucky, the Soldier knows this man holds the key to the truth. Durachok = Russian for dummy.

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Together. The two men sat together, Peggy Carter squeezed between them, perched above the back seat of the 1940 Packard convertible. Bucky Barnes’ parents sat on the seat below them, while Rebecca sat in the front seat with the driver, basking in the glory of their son and brother, and the man they had always treated as their own, Steve Rogers, Captain America. As the ticker tape rained down on them, both men and the beautiful woman waved to the throngs of people that lined Broadway, right from Bowling Green up to City Hall. Behind them, in their own vehicles, also sharing the spotlight were the rest of the Howling Commandos, heroes of the war against the Nazis and HYDRA. It was a glorious moment for all of them but especially for the two men from Brooklyn.

As the procession inched past Wall Street the ticker tape seemed to get even heavier, draping itself around the shoulders of everyone in the car. Steve lifted some off of Peggy’s hair and heard yells of “Kiss her” reverberate from the multitudes. Obliging them, he kissed the British beauty, then raised her hand up with his, while she took Bucky’s hand in her other one, raising his as well. They all laughed, then waved at everyone again.

At the end of the parade, in front of City Hall, they disembarked from the car. Bucky’s parents and sister were escorted to their seats, located directly in front of the dais, set up for the ceremony, where the two Brooklyn boys would receive the keys to the city. The rest of the vehicles pulled up and the other Commandos joined them. Dum Dum, married with kids, hugged them, watching with amusement as their mother, his wife, herded them to their seats, still amazed how she did it on her own during the war. Gabe Jones’ family were also there, seated with all the other dignitaries, as if the colour of their skin didn’t matter, not in this day and age. In fact, a white man who was sitting in their seats willingly got up and moved so they could all sit together. Bucky was glad that the rest of New York saw what he and Steve saw in Gabe, a good soldier, as smart and capable as any other man. Placing his arm around the young private’s shoulders, Bucky leaned towards him.

“The world is our oyster, Gabe,” he remarked. “We’re going places. Just you see.”

“Sure, Sarge,” smiled the black man. “We’re going to change the world, starting with New York.”

The assembly was called to order, starting with the singing of the national anthem. For a moment, Bucky saw a black flag with a strange red insignia on it, fluttering behind all the Stars and Stripes that were waving in the wind. But when he looked again, it wasn’t there, and he figured with all he drank the night before he was seeing things. Wouldn’t be the first time he did that after having a little bender.

“Except you can’t get drunk anymore, remember?”

He turned around to see who was saying that. Of course, he could get drunk. He was a man, just like any other man. Figuring that someone was playing a joke on him he ignored it and focused on the mayor, who was approaching the microphone. He thanked everyone for coming out on such a glorious summer day. Which was odd, because Bucky remembered waking up a couple of days before and there was snow on the ground.

“That was a dream, durachok.”

There was that voice again. Once more he looked for whoever was speaking out of turn before turning his attention back to the mayor. That man was going on about Bucky joining the 107th, then Steve being changed by the super soldier serum in Project Rebirth, that turned him into Captain America.

“Now we have two super soldiers, that fought side by side, ridding the world of those who sought power just for the sake of it,” droned on the man.

Bucky was already bored and looked around, seeing a gorgeous blonde sitting beside an older general. He winked at her, and the general noticed, frowning at Bucky, then motioning to an aide and whispering in his ear. The general wore a little pin in his lapel and Bucky found himself staring at it, thinking it seemed familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he saw it before. It kind of resembled an octopus with its tentacles spread out. Before he could place it, he felt a hand on his left arm and looked up to see a smiling face, offering him a program. The man wouldn’t take no for an answer, so Bucky took the small pamphlet and idly opened it up. It was blank and he looked for the man who gave it to him to get one with printing on it, but he had already left. Before he could get up to find him, he heard his name again and immediately looked up, seeing the mayor gesture to him with a medal in his hand.

Smiling, Bucky stood up, strode confidently to the mayor and shook his hand. Then he glanced at his parents, expecting them to be proud as he received his medal. But instead, his mother and sister were crying, while his father had his arm around them, struggling to keep his composure.

“As you can see the soldier responds well to his name,” said the mayor, who suddenly seemed much shorter, with thinning hair and glasses. Bucky looked at him curiously. Whatever was the man talking about? “Soldier, who do you serve?”

“The United States of America,” replied Bucky.

It was obvious, wasn’t it? He was wearing the sergeant’s uniform of the United States Army. But when he looked down again, he was surprised to see he wasn’t wearing his army uniform. He was wearing plain black clothing, harsh and severe in look. The small man pinned the medal to his chest then stepped back and smiled at Bucky, waving him back to his seat. As he sat down, he looked closer at the medal and noticed it was like the pin that he saw on the general’s uniform. Its insignia was of a black octopus, its tentacles spread out out over a red background and he suddenly recognized it as the memory of where he knew it from made him afraid.

“No,” he murmured, then his murmurs became yells. “No, I’m not …. Get it off me! Get it off me!”

As he thrashed, he felt jolts from several different sources hitting his body and forcing him to his knees. Before he blacked out, the last thing he remembered was a heavy black boot aimed at his head. 🔹🔹 🔹

The music was too loud, and he opened his eyes. He was on the dance floor, right in front of the big band and a redhead was holding him up around the waist.

“Come on Sarge,” she said. “Cap said I had to get you back to base. You have a big mission tomorrow.”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” asked Bucky, burying his face in her hair as her perfume invaded his senses.

“It’s me, Dot,” she laughed. “You really have had a few, haven’t you? Come on, soldier.”

Suddenly, they were outside and the cool breeze from the ocean revived him. He looked around, recognizing the boardwalk at Rockaway Beach. He must have been at the dancehall there and had a little too many double whiskeys. Dot still had her arm around him and was pulling him along the boardwalk.

“Where are we going, Dolores?” he asked, knowing that using her full name would irritate her but he didn’t care because he liked when she got all up in his face.

“Bucky, you know I don’t like my name,” she whined. “Now be a good boy and do as I order.”

“Oh, you’re ordering me now?” He laughed at her trying to be all dominant with him. “Give me a kiss first, and then you can order me around.”

She grabbed his face with her one hand. “Obey,” she commanded, and he suddenly didn’t like her tone, pulling his face away from her.

“You’re not my mother,” he grumbled, angry that this red headed woman who had strung him along for weeks now wanted him to obey her.

A slap across the face jolted him and Dot’s face disappeared in the darkness, replaced by the face of an angry man, whose scarred visage seemed to be cut from shards of steel.

“Soldier, you are to obey!” he hissed. “Perform your mission!”

“Fuck you,” spewed Bucky, then he put his left hand around the man’s throat and was shocked to see his hand was covered with a shiny metal.

Without a thought he pushed the man away from him, not even noticing that he had sent him through a wall. Then he focused on his hand and flexed it before trying to find the edge of the metal so he could peel off the shiny surface. There was no edge and as he switched his gaze further and further up the arm, he saw nothing but metal. He heard distinct mechanical whirring sounds as he twisted and turned the limb desperately searching for the lock that would remove this covering from his arm. Frantically, he began hitting it against the wall, then at a pillar covered in stone, wanting desperately to knock the metal off. Even as he succeeded in knocking parts of the metal off, he couldn’t see any skin beneath it. Instead, he saw machinery, gears, and nuts, and bolts, that clinked and clanked against each other before seizing up so that he couldn’t move his arm at all. His last thought then was wondering why all of the walls seemed to grow arms that were holding him down. One of them held a syringe and it bit into his neck, almost immediately, making him feel drowsy.

“Why?” he asked, over and over again. “Why?”

“Go to sleep, Soldat,” was the only response he heard before everything went dark. 🔹 🔹 🔹

It had been a confusing day. Two targets that turned to four, only one successful. Then a battle with a man he was sure he had seen before, who fought like him, hit for hit, blow for blow, moves that countered every one of his moves. The mask had been knocked off the Soldier’s face, exposing him to the air, and the blond target called him Bucky, like he knew him.

As he sat there in the lab, while the technician repaired the damage to his arm, there were flashes of another time, many other times. The target was there, calling him by name, laughing with him, crying for him, his face getting further and further away. Memories of what was done to the Soldier, his arm gone and replaced with a metal one, the torture, the machine …. With a rage that engulfed him he swept the technician away and sat up, vibrating with anger and fury. All the guards stepped forward with their guns pointed at him and he waited.

The older man in the suit appeared then, asking for his mission report but the Soldier wanted to know about the man on the bridge. He was slapped several times and could feel the anger building again but he held it back. The older man was dangerous and capable of hurting the Soldier. As he blathered on about the gift the Soldier had been to mankind, he focused on one thing, and one thing only. The man who called him Bucky. Somehow, he would find out the truth about him.

Later, he glared at the man who had called him Bucky. He remembered someone telling him to focus on the blond man but during the preparation for the mission the reason for focusing became lost and all he remembered was the death of this man was his mission. Nothing else mattered. They fought, with fist, and kicks, guns and knives, and that stupid shield that felt so familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember why it did. Then the Soldier was trapped, certain that his mission had failed, and the fear of his punishment filled his mind, soaked his brain in anticipation of the agony he would be subjected to. He almost cried as the man came closer and lifted the metal that trapped the Soldier, allowing him to slide out. Why? Why did he do that?

“I’m not going to fight you, Bucky,” said the man, throwing the shield away.

The fury of his mission returned, and he hit the man over and over and over again, until his face was bloody and once again, there was something familiar from another time about the man. Something buried so deep, that it wasn’t even a memory anymore. It was a feeling, a certainty, that this face was important to him, this face had been something precious and fragile, this face had been the face of a friend.

“I’m with you to the end of the line.”

Those words … he knew those words, from another place, another time, a time when this man was his brother. Then the blond man was gone, fallen through the broken glass to the river below, and a sickening feeling of dread filled the Soldier’s entire being. The mission to kill was replaced by something else. He had to find the man, find him and save him, because his life meant everything to the Soldier.

Letting go of the metal beam he plunged into the river, opened his eyes and found the man, sinking in the murky water, drowning right in front of him. Ignoring the pain of his broken right arm, he swam down to where the blond man was and pulled him up, kicking his feet until they broke the surface. Then he pulled the man to the water’s edge and looked at him for a long moment, making sure he was breathing before turning away. Until another time, the next time, when maybe he would remember.

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Hell y Ass 🤘

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Yeah

Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting

Anybody coming after me, get no pass from me

Oh my god, this is blasphemous, they don't blast for me

Just trying to get this fast money, you a crash dummy

Fill my heart with the darkness, I feel like Ansem

Get them grumpy at the game, oh they're Arin Hanson

SP where I came boy, I stay advancing

CRT ghosting, I am Danny Phantom

Shit, I'm going off on tangents, still I get the cosine

Lay them on they back, wait, that shit is no lie

Younging's stepping to me saying that my shit is old time

I've been Lo-fi since before you called it Lo-fi, bitch

In a bull fight pit, trying to hold my shit

Wave a flag same color as a old spice stick

Read the scrolls I writ, how you've grown to exist

What is Jar Jar Binks, to the four five six?

When I die, put the bullet on my tombstone

Sorry who are you? Couldn't tell like this a new phone

Covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky

If you're trying to rob me you're gonna have to find the clue scroll

Pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe

You ain't been the same since we dropped, boy that's sad to see

Captains at the wheel, you don't want to be a casualty

Lost in my lane, if you're hating, get the savagery

Doubled up on bad investment

Probably try if I had contestants

Got 'em gasping like asthma breaths and

They all mad, looking sad and desperate

Love the looks that I get, when I pass pedestrians

And all the words that you got ain't

Mean shit when the devil speak in Latin

You can possum and piss on yourself when he passing

Cause it's all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon

You a passionate kid, but you old now, what happened?

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

I want that cash money, rap money

Everything is trash money

Bitch, I feel like Jimmy Neutron

'Cause I got that blast on me

Watch my wrist, it does glisten, fridge

You is just a pussy bitch

I can tell 'cause your mom's dressed you in that Rip and Dip

Yeah, welcome to the Black Parade

We saving face like labor day

We doing shit the fatal way

You cannot keep up with the pace

It's cloud mac with that booky shit

Music biz, lucrative

Bitch I feel like Harrison

I'm a fucking fugitive

Bumping MCR, Sony MDRs on me

I fill up every bar fully, feel my empty heart

Jody Highroller never love a bitch, could've made the league

Rap game whoever, just throw a name on the beat

The flow is ever discreet, I am anything but

Like our denim we tough, so tie an enemy up

And I'll fry them granted he fucked, the ire in me is spilling over

Akin to cobras how I spit before I kill them slowly

Rest in peace, tearing throats open like they mezzanines

Blow like desert eagle let the smoke up out my chest to breath

Keenly coded with the meanest kinda motus

And the coldest soul eroded no condolence till I'm older, got a

Callous style it's all malice a foul paladin

Silence I found solace in sliding these sly talons in

Blessed with maligned madness and chatter that chall acquiesce

Black is my soul agonous bragging, we so back in this

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Basilisk by Cemetery Drive

[beardedmrbean]

Joe Biden has been slammed as a "dummy" for not following instructions during a military inspection in Poland.

The American president made a surprise trip to Ukraine this week as he visited Ukrainian counterpart Volodymyr Zelensky in Kyiv, and the cameras were out in a big way as Biden then arrived in the Polish capital to make a key speech.

On Monday, he reviewed a military honor guard alongside Polish President Andrzej Duda outside the Presidential Palace as part of a welcoming ceremony. Biden was filmed moving off the red carpet during the inspection, as the Polish president and others guided him back onto it, which was picked up by some on social media.

Taking footage from Ruptly TV, some social media users like Matt Clark of Patriot One News shared a 12-second clip that showed President Biden's awkward moment.

"Oh FFS! Biden can't even follow simple walking directions while inspecting the Guard of Honor in Warsaw, Poland," Clark wrote before addressing the president. "You're supposed to stay ON the red carpet dummy!!"

The footage shows Biden walking alongside Duda on a red carpet wide enough for two people. As they reach the end of the line, they swing around to seemingly walk back the same way, but Biden appears to walk off to the left before he's urged by an aide to walk back the way he came along the carpet.

When one Twitter user pointed out that both presidents are walking off the carpet, Clark replied suggesting that's not the case. "Yeah, to save Joe the embarrassment. The guide literally points to the carpet hoping Joe would get back on it, but NOPE!" he wrote with another crying laughing emoji. Dozens of people commented on Clark's initial post with laughing emojis.

Clark wasn't the only one who was scathing in his assessment of Biden in Poland. "Someone come get their pappy," wrote the Twitter Blue subscriber Matt $RPatriot, as he claimed Biden looked "to be in a state of trance and lost."

"Guys trying to teach Biden how he's supposed to walk on the red carpet and it's not working!" wrote Twitter user @kung_fu_jedim retweeting the video. "What an embarrassment to our country, watching a dementia patient being paraded around like a toddler! The world thinks we're idiots!"

Dozens of people commented on Clark's initial post with laughing emojis.

Others stuck up for 80-year-old Biden during his frantic 48-hour trip to Eastern Europe. NBC Chief Foreign Correspondent Richard Engel commented on Monday night that Biden is "showing a lot of stamina" before listing the details of his journey. "A secret visit to a warzone. Two ten hour train trips. A major speech in Poland. The travel alone would be exhausting," Engel wrote.

However, some Twitter users pointed to the video Clark shared as an example of him not showing great stamina. "You cannot be serious right now," one Twitter user wrote to Engel.

This latest clip of Biden, which was criticized by some, came after many had speculated Biden fell down the stairs of Air Force One after a blurry video showed someone tumbling down the steps. Newsweek confirmed that the person seen falling wasn't the president after a different video, shared to YouTube by ABC News, showed that Biden walked down the steps of the plane without falling.

Biden visited Zelensky in Kyiv on Monday, with the months of security planning only being signed off officially on Friday. The White House social media accounts shared details of how it happened, as he landed in Poland, took a 10-hour train into Kyiv, before leaving again over five hours later.

[housano]

Housano's Live-A-Half Assed Summaries Presents: Welcome to the Black Masquerade Parts 5 and 6: ACAB= All Chassards are Bastards

CW: Live a Hero Spoilers, Suicide Mention

I lost the cord that connects my phone to the laptop so I'm afraid no pictures on this recap. That and I'm tired.

For Part 4 Click Here

Part 5- What's your function, corruption?

So we are almost caught up to the present situation with briefly before where the Chassard agent is trying to provoke and accuse us of stealing the Pauderna. During the body check, they find a piece of the Pauderna in our suit/dress (!) which means somebody slipped it in there and that's proof enough it was either us or the villains. Giasal speaks ups and says he doesn't give a flying fuck about a dress, he just wanted to fight...okay I know I made a Genshin joke about him, but he is the Live a Hero equivalent of Childe. Still we are suspect #1 in the eyes of the Chassard. However, Astosis works his magic and convinces them to release Nessen and Yohack as: Nessen was not part of the original group and came to join by happenstance, and Yohack was not the original contracted operator and had to fill it so even if there was a plan, he would not be privy to that.

Which brings us back to the present where it seems any justification or evidence is insignificant, as the Chassard are hellbent on accusing us of the theft because their beliefs are the law of the land. In other words, Cloges is Twitter. So we are paraded out and it's announced that we are the culprit that has stolen the Pauderna and have been found guilty (technically we are supposed to get a trial, but it's more for the motions than actually proving our innocence). But hark! Our locksmith and dummy thiccums have returned to free us and have proof we were set up. Giasal even gets freed and starts going to town on that smug bastard. Giasal, you are no longer on my shit list for having a name that starts with Gia-, you are my motherfucking ride or die now. Anywho we go back to the ballroom where Yohack and Nessen reveal a hidden passage.

Part 6- I wanna see the receipts

In the sewers that look similar to one we would fine a certain king avoiding his duties we get updated on what they have discovered. In the streets shortly after being released, Yohack is depressed and Nessen asks him what's wrong. Yohack comments how our beloved protagonist's sitation is eerily similar to what happened when him and his parents were banished from Cloges. He said his parents ran a very popular clothing store where they brought in a lot of outsiders and incorporated various technologies along with Cloges traditions. However, an odd request came to their studio during the last Waning Festival, where they were requested to repair Pauderna, but were arrested with the accusation of trying to damage Pauderna. Evidence was produced such as scissors with their fingerprints on it, and they were immediately stripped of their citizenship and banished from the planet. Nessen inquired if it's painful to be back, which Yohack said not really. As thanks to leaving, he met a master locksmith and learned his craft and that Astosis and a lot of the townsfolk still believed them even after the evidence was produced.

This reminds Yohack that Asostis was the one who oversaw his parent's trial and remembered the words Astosis said about how he hasn't forgotten his parents and that the memories are still in "that place". Yohack immediately takes Nessen to Astosis' office. He mentions how he used to sneak in through the window when he was a kid. Astosis gave him a spare key after his father changed the locks, and told him to break in anytime. Though he has a tad more gut than back then, he's able to get through and let Nessen in. We learn that shortly after the trial of his parents, Astosis father committed suicide due the public stigma from it and Astosis worked his way to become an extremely prominent lawyer.

They conclude that the proof must be tied to Yohack's parent's trial and try to look for the court records. They search everywhere but couldn't find anything and conclude it must be in the safe. After several attempts at the pins, Yohack realizes that Astosis told him the code when he said "I haven't forgotten your parents": the date they were sentenced. They find a drawing of the venue which shows the hidden passage which was near where Pauderna was displayed. Yohack then discovers the safe has a false back and in it his parents case records with several notes and receipts that to the surprise of no one, the evidence was fraudulent. However, what is even more interesting is that the fraudulent evidence goes back several generations. With this they rusk back to save our protagonist from the show trial.

Now that we are caught up and in the hidden passage, Nessen theorizes that the real culprit must have snagged it when the lights went out and brought it into the secret passage. Yohack theorizes that they are doing to this purge anyone who isn't born of Cloges, such as his parents and rig the evidence as a means to justify removing them. Yohack said that Chassard originally represented the will of all people but has progressively radicalized to be only those born on Cloges and remove any "undesirables". Yohack goes on to say some sage wisdom in that it's fine if you feel that way and keep it to yourself, but when you take it out on people who have done nothing wrong and suppress anyone who opposses you, that's where he draws the line and wants to put an end to their tyranny.

We then go out to be prepared for battle only to find Giasal having the time of his life. He comments how pathetic the Chassard are and how they hope to win with numbers rather than skill or strength. Astosis tries to stop everything but the Chassard Bastard from earlier demands that Pauderna be produced. Suddenly Maculata reappears holding Pauderna and says it's time to reveal the truth....in Part 7.

Welcome to the Black Masquerade Parts 5+6- All Chassards are Bastards- END

For Part 7, click here

[fatefought]

@perfectaches sent: five times watched: ( five times the receiver watched the sender while they were working or doing something )

one. artificial grass is rough against exposed calves as ezra klair sits patiently in his academy class. they're throwing knives today. normally, several students would go at the same time. davern kanesly made a show of misusing the weaponry. a tenured academy professor yelled until he was red as gym shirt klair wore, then the whole class was punished. this delay will ensure students won't be dismissed until supper time at the earliest, but he patiently waits.

she has his attention. thea ellis typically does. at this point in their lives, the two of them are eye level with one another. those years will soon pass. he watches as she walks up to the designated line. her set of knives are always shiny, like she personally polishes them. all eyes are on thea, not just his. skillful hands are quick and concise as a practice dummy feels her rage. thirty-three knives in sixty seconds, not her best. still very impressive, regardless of what the professor says.

two. ezra met her in the morning, before either was in their sunday best. he'd pled with her to not volunteer. there's no practicality in it. refusing your designation means societal shunning in district two. still he paints a picture of living on the outskirts in a desperate attempt to persuade her. she tends to plants well ; he's gifted with his hands. between the young man and woman, the pair can live off the land. ( unsurprisingly, it's waved off. )

heels of her dressy shoes echo in the air as thea ellis strides across the stage. there's a smugness in the toothy grin she parades. ( will he ever kiss those lips again ? ) both tributes from two are welcomed with a roar of applause from adoring hometown citizens once both names are clearly acknowledged in a thick, capitol accent. for some reason, ezra klair doesn't feel like celebrating.

three. calloused fingertips graze lightly over a bare back. it's light and meant to comfort as the woman before him is somewhere in the in-between. she's not in a deep slumber, but the words she tells him are incoherent as her subconscious is only half lit. she'd came in on the train from the capitol two hours ago. makeup was unsmudged and eyes were dry, but the darkness hid in plain sight ; why would the city be mindful of being sinister if nobody objects anyways ?

this isn't the first time he's learned of the realities that surround thea. they don't talk about it. they can if she's ever ready to. instead, he drew her a bath and cooked her dinner. afterwards, they went to lay down. soft sheets adorn them. he'll hold her close. for now. they'll likely fall asleep like this. the deep purple marks are like morbid freckles on the woman he loves. he hates snow.

four. they're in his shop, working with metal. he shows her the process, how to thin out the precious materials. they're rolling them out thin before making sure it's circular. ezra had measured both his and her ring finger leading up to this. the idea of making their rings had been spoken about in detail over the years. it was important to them both.

it's difficult not to stare. thea is hyperfocused as she makes a ring for klair. it's thick and unsymmetrical. the edges are hardly smooth. it's the way her lips curve that's all consuming ; giddy grin is hard to keep off his face as he thinks about engravements.

five. whispers had been swirling about how thea might be next or a tribute from the quell after peeta mellark's interview. still, he hadn't emotionally prepared. to an unaware eye, she looked great. her makeup was light and they dressed her in expensive clothing. they know she's beautiful and mostly have avoided the avant garde style of the capitol. her panic is clear as day though, even before she speaks of thirteen or him. it's in her eyes, only accented by the weight she's lost. they're starving her. she's lost too much in less than three weeks for it to be much else.

nobody stops him when he gets out from the kitchen to look at a monitor in the dinning hall. he steps in front of it, not caring if it obstructs vision to others. someone objects, but the person is ignored. he wishes he could reach through the screen to touch her. if only he could hold her face in his hands, and tell her everything will be okay. that he and the others from two were okay. if only he could pull her through the screen, take away the danger that lurks around thea. instead, he watches intently ; everything that happens to her is because of ezra. ( they need to get her out. )

[rebellicnrising]

WHO: kaleb ripley & dante @riiseandfall WHERE: a hallway near the training room WHEN: after the tribute interviews

he's not sure how he ended up here. at some point after max had left- ( or had he left max? truthfully, he doesn't remember )- kaleb had left that corner booth, waving off more of those insistent voices that demanded to withdraw their bets ( tomorrow, tomorrow-- i'll get with you tomorrow-- ) and slipped deeper into the tribute training center, hands in his pockets and his thoughts racing. it takes him a moment to realize what this places is- another hallway that circles above the training center, doubling as an observation deck- and his steps slow to a stop, turning to approach the windows that looked down into the large gymnasium-- the equipment, the training dummies, the weapons.

( it's all falling apart. ) before the games were said and done, he would lose every cent he'd made if things kept up as they were-- even now, he knows that if he were to check his messages, there'd be dozens upon dozens of notifications full of people wanting to withdraw their bets, voicing their own pieces of that outcry from the interviews. he should've told each and every last one of them no-- told them that they knew the rules, bets could not be withdrawn past the gamemakers scores being released, like he inevitably had to tell at least one asshole every fucking year; but this year wasn't like any other year. hell, even he can't condone what the games have brought this year-- and he's too tired to argue.

it's the only way he can think to describe it: tired. this bone deep ( sadness ) weariness that drags at him, weighing him down even as he stands there overlooking that training equipment. that heaviness in his chest that ached with loss-- the loss of business, loss of his mother ( no-- no, we're not feeling that here ) and the loss of -- ( don't. ) his own voice speaks the warning in his mind, trying to fight against how that ache in his heavy chest twinges, unable to stop the memory of the rose garden and purple glittering around wild blue eyes. ( i don't care what sort of monster you think you are or what you might become because of it because i'll love you in spite of it. -- you’ll love me? …you can’t. you shouldn’t—we have a rule-- ) it's a physical pain that shoots through his chest and hands reach for that railing that lines the overlooking windows, gripping tightly as his jaw clenches- fighting to keep his expression flat- and mind echoing with those four words; how the moment they were spoken, the rug had been pulled out from under his feet.

we have a rule-- -- he never expected he would be the one to break it. it had been a joke once upon a time- a ground rule established while they came down, sweaty and panting, limbs heavy with euphoria; he'd laughed when dante had said it-- kaleb ripley fall in love? make himself vulnerable and give another person power over him in such a way? it was fucking laughable-- goddamn preposterous. he hadn't fallen in love; love had crept quietly into his heart, climbing vines up his spine and twisting around his ribs before slipping silently into his heart and covering it from the inside out. love that bloomed when dante smiled, when he laughed. it had been so quiet, he hadn't realized it at first and tried to ignore it- to deny it-- only to have it slip from his mouth unbidden ( i'll love you in spite of it ), exposing just how deeply dante had rooted himself in kaleb's chest. the door to his heart had flung open without thought- ( i'll love you in spite of it-- the door is open, to welcome you home-- ) leaving him open and exposed and--

we have a rule -- -- and it had been this sharp reminder; that's not what this was, what was between them. he could lie to himself all he wanted but when it boiled down to it, it was a business transaction. ( that victor you parade on your arm like some sort of prize you have done nothing to earn-- ) a friendship if he were to be generous though it certainly hadn't been built the way of conventional friendship. he'd wanted to claim it was a slip of the tongue, play it off but the moment those words had left dante's mouth, all it sounded like was rejection-- a hurt that he pulled himself from as hard and fast as he could, slamming that door shut and barricading himself inside. ( we have a rule-- fucking fool, what did you think would happen? and what difference does it make in the end? what has any of this earned you aside from pain? ) they had a rule for a reason and it's echoing in his mind ( we have a rule-- ) playing in the background of the memory of his father's office ( -- your mother is dead because of you-- it should've been you-- )-- the screens above caesar broadcasting those executions and his mind supplanting his mother's frightened face in their place while a peacekeeper plays back the sound of his own voice in the rose garden tight with emotion ( you want to make them choke on it? // i'll love you in spite of it )-- and he can feel notification after notification roll in, vibrating against his thigh and he knows what they're all going to say and he can practically see the numbers of his accounts plummeting and every success he had fought for on his own is crumbling around him, the games looming ever closer and the clock ticking down those moments and who knew if he'd ever get another with--

( it's all falling apart. )

the weight of the last 24 hours crashes on him and he feels so goddamn heavy and his mind is so unbearably loud-- this cacophony of noise that runs each thought over one another in this never ceasing loop of all these failures. there was no one else to blame, he was the orchestrator of his own demise, each choice leading to another and he was just now getting to see the domino effect of those choices; he just had to stand back and watch it all burn. he's aware of the sound of steps approaching and when he turns his head to investigate, shoulders tense and there's that urge left over from the tribute ball that whispers ( leave ) to himself at the approaching figure but he stands still, turning his face back towards the glass windows, staring out into that empty room. "you did well in the interview," he says to dante, eyes still glued ahead, voice calm and detached, "held your composure and played the part better than most."

[emerystellar]

because i work at a kids adventure land thing and we’re doing a seasonal halloween theme. i get to have eight different costumes even tho none of them can be characters outright bc copyright reasons. BUT hehe

my main costume for the day itself is gonna be aziraphale to match my partner’s crowley, but im also gonna get to be

-vampire (using parts from my hanako-kun cosplay)

-skeleton conductor (the guy on the cover of welcome to the black parade)

-sweet lolita ghost girl (just general :] i’ve been meaning to get a nice lolita dress anyway)

-ice ghoul (cruel combination of simon petrikov and the ice king- what he might be mid-transformation after getting the crown back, gaunt and pale and hurting :)…. evil to my blorbos 4ever)

-ringmaster puppet (nikola orsinov from tma)

-puppet (slappy the dummy)

-steampunk robot (nonspecific, but in the style of Steam Powered Giraffe)

-and then ofc. angel librarian (aziraphale)

also tell me your costume please because i am nosy :)

[the-firebird69]

And the phone is economic the fighting is economic and it is a big fight and a lot of people are not doing well and we need to help our people and we're doing it now don't pushing in and we are going to make progress and yeah the parade of items helps shoes factory shoes that was a factories are opening all over the world and a lot of them were taking over but a regular folk they're putting the resistance up against these the dummies for that diet drills they're really fun to go over 50% of what they started.

Megan rental says she is now fighting a lot of people who are trying to take over a factories she's using it too and taking more

-huge numbers and now the way after her and her people and she just got really big and those people that are pursuing are getting killed mostly they don't make it into the factory and she states she's taking over other factories

-we have more to an ounce shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Certainly do and we're working on it you need certain things here for my husband and I put a list together and I need it followed

Hera

Thank you

Zues

You're welcome and keep the names straight for credit loud I'm practicing such a good job

Hera

And it's constant

Zues

And don't fart when you're thinking of me or talking to me it's a law not a rule

Hera

Good to know, again

Zues

Haha can't remember that's my job too

Hera

[ginger-grimm]

OC Halloween Challenge

Day 8: Buzzfeed Unsolved AU

Riley Parrish and Bear Wallace really didn’t have much to do after High School. So, why not create a ghost hunting/true crime show just for funsies?

It’s not they like they had to tell the audience that Riley was a witch and actually could see ghosts or that Bear was a Werecheetah and was literally the culprit of their first unsolved murder case, Kate Argent.

No, no one had to know any of that. Because the show wasn’t meant to be taken seriously. Riley would help the ghosts in need off-screen. But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t mess around on camera now, did it?

TAGGING: @hughstheforcelou​ @firsthorror​ @myocmultiverse​

[doubledgesword-2]

Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

[green-mountain-goose]

my music taste is everywhere lol

She knows it Maggie Lindemann

No regrets Royal and the serpent

Target practice caroles daughter

Cupid sped up ver, fifty fifty

one nation underdogs royal and the serpent

I'm not okay MCR

Happiness for dummies Royal and the serpent

Running up that hill (kim petras version)

i don't want it all Kim Petras

breakfast Dove Cameron

Prom queen beach bunny

maneskin supermodel

prom dress mxmtoon

death of me royal and the serpent

Maneskin zitti e buoni

welcome to the black parade mcr

Vampire olivia rodrigo

Royal and the serpent fuck you

my mother wants me dead caroles daughter

Bubblegum bitch Marina

Open tags btw :)

🎶Put your music library on shuffle and list the first 20 songs that come up 🎶

1. Breathe Your Name - Sixpence None the Richer

2. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

3. Flashdance (What a Feeling) - Irene Cara

4. Alfie - Burt Bacharach

5. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

6. Das Land Des Lachelns - Franz Lehar (sung by Placido Domingo)

7. Bluer Than Blue - Michael Johnson

8. Johannesburg (I’m Sorry We Have No Engineer) - John Finnemore, Cabin Pressure

9. Girl Right Next to Me - Goo Goo Dolls

10. Climb Ev’ry Mountain (Reprise) - Main Cast, Sound of Music

11. Sachita - Los Pinguos

12. Through the Trees, Pt. 2 - Mount Eerie

13. Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys - Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings

14. Land of Confusion - Genesis

15. Andante Catabile for Cello and Strings - Tchaikovsky

16. Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out) - Hombres

17. Samwise the Brave - Howard Shore

18. something special - joan

19. I’m a Believer - The Monkees

20. Uhh Ahh - Boyz II Men

Tagging my music buddies just for funsies 🥰

@tolkientrash @bisexualwvtson @sunnyrosewritesstuff @lordoftherazzles @turniptitaness @asexualromanroy @exlibrisfangirl @tumbrunes @calculatedmadness @enough-effing-owls @fandomcartographer @shantismurf

[yoursassybookwormfriend]

Just a quick fic (well maybe it is a tiny bit long)! Some Mordence, some nostalgia, some predictions for Silverborn, all good things.   

             “My life is so weird,” Morrigan whispered under her breath. 

             “Nah, it’s not weird at all.” answered Cadence, leaning on the doorway that led to Caddisfly Alley. “We’re just going to the Dreadmalis Dungeons to find a guy who took Praximus Luck from the Ghastly Market because Praximus is the last surviving member of the Silverborn, a secret society that your mom was in that has special powers. We also need to find Praximus Luck in a little less than twenty-four hours because that is all the time we have before some ‘ancient evil’ rises again in Nevermoor, because the Silverborn were created to stop it in the first place. Also, even if we find Praximus Luck, there’s no guarantee that he’s still alive, or knows how to help us defeat the ancient evil without his secret society buddies, who - as I mentioned before - are all dead except for him. Did I get everything?” 

             Morrigan sighed. “You only forgot about the fact that we only know about the guy who took Praximus because Fen captured him after seeing him try to abduct Dr. Bramble’s Magnificub, which she and the other Magnificats found only two weeks ago. That, and we are missing the Black Parade again to do this.” 

             Cadence grinned. “What’s the fun in that stinky old parade? Besides, isn’t it a tradition to miss it?” 

             “Only for me,” Morrigan groaned. 

             Cadence laughed. “Well let’s go, shall we? We don’t want to leave this ‘great evil’ hanging, do we?” Cadence held out her hand, and Morrigan grabbed it, letting Cadence pull her out the door. Morrigan took one last look at the shabby service entrance. The peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet reminded her of the first time she came to the hotel. Morrigan nearly laughed out loud. Had she actually thought that Fen was going to eat her for breakfast? It seemed so strange that the moment happened more than three years ago. Morrigan felt like it had been a hundred years. It was hard to believe that all of her friends and family - Jupiter, Jack, Unit 919, the staff of the Deucalion - were mere strangers to her not so long ago. 

             Morrigan watched as the dim light reflected off of her golden Wunsoc pin. She remembered the first time she’d met Cadence, at the Wundrous Welcome. Cadence had been hanging out with Noelle, a cruel girl with a voice like an angel who absolutely hated Morrigan’s guts. In the Chase Trial, Morrigan had saved Cadence from being trampled, only to get her ticket to the Elders’ Dinner stolen out from under her. Cadence had even shoved her into a pond in the Fright Trial to see what would happen. Now, they were inseparable. Morrigan smiled. How time flew. 

             “Hello?” asked Cadence incredulously. “Morrigan, did you even hear what I just said?” 

             Morrigan dusted off her coat as if brushing away an invisible layer of dirt. “Yeah. Just… Do you remember the first time we met?” 

             “Yeah.” Cadence laughed. “I seem to recall something about Noelle getting hit with jello?” 

             Morrigan laughed. “Remember the other Trials though? I saved your life and you stole my ticket to the Elder’s Hall!” 

             “I also made sure you made it through to the next trial though, and like I said before, the dinner was a total bore.” 

             Morrigan had to agree on that one. “But you did push me into a pond,”  

             Cadence shrugged, but a smile tugged at her lips. “No one else went through the pond,” 

             “So I was a test dummy? Nice to know how much you care,” Morrigan teased. 

             “Well if I’d known you before, maybe I wouldn’t have done it,” Cadence blushed. 

             Now it was Morrigan’s turn to grin. “Well I hope that’s because you love me and not because I can burn you into a crisp on a whim!” 

             Cadence gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t DARE!” 

             “Well maybe not, just don’t get on my bad side,” Morrigan winked. 

             “Maybe you shouldn’t get on my bad side, because I’ll make you do the chicken-dance!” They continued on for a while, trading insults and threats light-heartedly. Before long the girls were on the floor laughing. Before they knew it, the afternoon light of Nevermoor grew into a pale dusk that mirrored the sky of the Gobleian Library. A cool breeze floated in from the door to Caddisfly Alley, and they both shivered. 

             “Well, we better go,” Cadence declared, though her sides still heaved with laughter. “Don’t want an evil monster-thing unleashed on Nevermoor, now do we?” 

             “No, I guess-”

             “Wait!” called Fenestra, cutting off Morrigan as she barrelled down the service entrance. She could barely fit inside the narrow hallway, and she grimaced each time her side caught on one of the lanterns. She was panting heavily as she caught up with Morrigan and Cadence at the exit. “I want to help. You said you only have about twenty-four hours before some evil thingy is unleashed in Nevermoor?” 

             “Yeah,” Morrigan answered, confused. 

             “Well I can go faster than any brolly rail. If you climb on my back, we can do this thing in no time.” 

             “You’ll really let us ride on your back?” asked Cadence. “I thought you hated that!” 

             Fen frowned. “I do, but I don’t really want to watch Nevermoor be destroyed, so I’ll help.” 

             Fenestra shoved past Morrigan and Cadence to get out the door. Morrigan nearly choked as Fen’s thick fur pushed her against the walls. She could hear Cadence curse and spit across the hall. By the time Fen’s fluffy tail had gone out the door, both Morrigan and Cadence were covered in gray. 

             “Well?” asked Fen, turning back to watch as Morrigan desperately tried to wipe the thick layer of fur off her coat. “You guys comin’ or what?” 

             Morrigan followed Cadence as she walked out the door and into the small alley. With a grunt, Cadence pulled herself up onto Fen’s back, almost falling over when Fenestra shook her fluffy head impatiently. Morrigan hopped on behind Cadence, holding tight to Fen’s back. 

             Without warning, Fen shot off down the street, causing Morrigan to cling to her fur for dear life until Fen found a rhythm, running gracefully along the nearly abandoned road. Morrigan watched as the buildings moved past, the sunset casting a warm glow over Nevermoor. Every now and then, a pedestrian would scream or shout as Fenestra shot by, but it was mostly quiet except for the whisper of the wind. It was a peaceful night, despite the looming danger.

             Once Fen shot through the West gate and into Old Town, Morrigan got a faint sense of déjà vu. She remembered the Chase Trial, clinging to Fen as they raced against other candidates, planning on hitting a golden target in Courage Square. Morrigan glanced at Cadence, who looked surprisingly at ease as she rode on Fen. Back in the Chase Trial, Cadence had ridden a rhinoceros that had gone out of control, attacking anyone who came near and not even attempting to find a target. Cadence had fallen off and hurt her leg when a stampede of candidates was about to run her over. Just in time, Morrigan had convinced Fen to rescue Cadence, and they had ridden together to hit the final golden target, though only Cadence ended up covered in gold dust. 

             “Just like old times, eh?” asked Cadence, noticing Morrigan’s melancholy. 

             Morrigan laughed. “Just don’t steal my ticket to the Elder’s Dinner this time!” 

             “At the rate we’re going, we’ll both be in the Elder’s Hall by tomorrow, and not for dinner.” 

             “But aren’t you glad I saved you from getting trampled?” Morrigan teased. 

             Cadence snorted. “Aren’t you glad I saved you from getting deported?” 

             Morrigan smiled. “Very glad,” 

             Fen grunted. “Would you guys stop flirting up there?” Morrigan blushed and Cadence looked away as if the cobblestone road was suddenly very interesting. Morrigan laughed, thinking of how they hated each other when they had first met. Maybe this was a bit better than old times.

[x-heesy]

Ph̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝c̶̡̙̙̞̊̅̋́̒̔̈̑̑ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕ y̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅe̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘: ǵ̷̦̈͐̓̀̉͌ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊ǵ̷̦̈͐̓̀̉͌s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒

Yeah

Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting

Anybody coming after me, get no pass from me

Oh my god, this is blasphemous, they don't blast for me

Just trying to get this fast money, you a crash dummy

Fill my heart with the darkness, I feel like Ansem

Get them grumpy at the game, oh, they're Arin Hanson

SP where I came boy, I stay advancing

CRT ghosting, I am Danny Phantom

Shit, I'm going off on tangents, still I get the cosine

Lay them on they back, wait, that shit is no lie

Younging's stepping to me saying that my shit is old time

I've been Lo-fi since before you called it Lo-fi, bitch

In a bull fight pit, trying to hold my shit

Wave a flag same color as a old spice stick

Read the scrolls I writ, how you've grown to exist

What is Jar Jar Binks, to the four five six?

When I die, put the bullet on my tombstone

Sorry, who are you? Couldn't tell like this a new phone

Covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky

If you're trying to rob me you're gonna have to find the clue scroll

Pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe

You ain't been the same since we dropped, boy, that's sad to see

Captains at the wheel, you don't want to be a casualty

Lost in my lane, if you're hating, get the savagery

Doubled up on bad investment

Probably try if I had contestants

Got 'em gasping like asthma breaths and

They all mad, looking sad and desperate

Love the looks that I get, when I pass pedestrians

And all the words that you got ain't

Mean shit when the devil speak in Latin

You can possum and piss on yourself when he passing

'Cause it's all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon

You a passionate kid, but you old now, what happened?

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

I want that cash money, rap money

Everything is trash money

Bitch, I feel like Jimmy Neutron

'Cause I got that blast on me

Watch my wrist, it does glisten, fridge

You is just a pussy bitch

I can tell 'cause your mom's dressed you in that Rip and Dip

Yeah, welcome to the Black Parade

We saving face like labor day

We doing shit the fatal way

You cannot keep up with the pace

It's cloud mac with that booky shit

Music biz, lucrative

Bitch, I feel like Harrison

I'm a fucking fugitive

Bumping MCR, Sony MDRs on me

I fill up every bar fully, feel my empty heart

Jody Highroller never love a bitch, could've made the league

Rap game whoever, just throw a name on the beat

The flow is ever discreet, I am anything but

Like our denim we tough, so tie an enemy up

And I'll fry them granted he fucked, the ire in me is spilling over

Akin to cobras how I spit before I kill them slowly

Rest in peace, tearing throats open like they mezzanines

Blow like Desert Eagle let the smoke up out my chest to breath

Keenly coded with the meanest kinda motus

And the coldest soul eroded no condolence 'til I'm older, got a

Callous style it's all malice a foul paladin

Silence I found solace in sliding these sly talons in

Blessed with maligned madness and chatter that chall acquiesce

Black is my soul agonous bragging, we so back in this

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Bǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊l̵̡̬̹̙͕͍͙̜̂͌̾i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕ b̵̧̙̮̰̜̳̟͈̞̓̀͋̅̓̔ͅy̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅ Ce̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕y̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅ Dr̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝

@bigbonzo @boanerges20

[knight-queen]

Lunatic Parade Reiji Sakamaki– (Chapter 01)

Lunatic Parade Masterlist (Complete)

Yui: (I must have to take my heart back no matter what…!)

Place: Inside Mountain / 山中

Reiji: Bernstein Caste...Let’s see. I will not take that much time from here on.

Yui: Oh I see.

Reiji: Yeah, we are about to pass through the main street, and you will hear the hassle of the parade right there.

Yui: (Oh...That place will be lively for sure.)

(There may be so many booths full of sweet smells out there just like the carnival was.)

Reiji: ...I shall expose all of the thoughts you are having now.

Yui: Yes?

Reiji: You are thinking 一what kind of special sweets could be piled up in the parade, right?

Yui: H- how did you catch it?

Reiji: Such a simple deal, it’s entirely obvious if I see this dummy loosen face of yours.

Yui: I am sorry…

Reiji: No need to feel sorry. Since the parade is entertaining, we should join this  just like the carnival.

However…

*Reiji gets closer + Screen vibrates*

Yui: Kyaa!

Reiji: Before going there, we need preparations.

We do not want to regret facing problematic things like we faced during carnival after all...alright then.

Yui: (Bottle…? It smells so lovely.)

Reiji: Front neck...and wrists. Nextly you can apply wherever you prefer.

Yui: Umm, what is this for…

Reiji: Nice smell, yes? It was a hard time for me to have the ingredients adjust the fragrance that way.

Yui: Ingredients you say?

Reiji: Right, I have purified the vampire phenomenon at an extremely high concentration.

If you apply this then it will basically create no difference between you and vampires.

Yui: So…?

Reiji: Oh my goodness, your consideration is dull as always….In short, you will not be noticed by others that you are a human.

With this, vampires who get seduced by your blood-scent will not drag onto you.

Yui: Th- thank you very much…!

Reiji: Sure...you are welcome.

Yui: (Huh? I see he is wrinkling his eyebrows…)

Err, does anything happen?

Reiji: Perhaps you did not notice yet but I am smelling same as my spiece from you….to be honest, it is an odd feeling.

I never had gotten along with a vampire like this so….it is truly a displeasure.

Yui: (Oh I get it...I can’t possibly smell it simply having a floral frangrame on me.)

(But I’ve broken down a little for getting him to make such a face…)

Reiji: Well then, now that we have tidied up preparations, let us move on.

Yui: Sure….

Reiji: What is wrong? If there is something you want to say, say it please.

Yui: (Guess all of my thoughts are visible to Reiji san...let’s try to be honest about it.)

That is...I am so happy that you have made that fragrance for me.

But I was a little shocked to think that you will get displeased as I will be walking by your side all the way….

Reiji: ...Get it. Well it is very simplistic of you to take it this way.

However, the point is that you are typically concerned about me, so I do not mind.

It will mean I am having objections if I say you are a hopeless person granting that.

But一 一

*Reiji gets closer*

Reiji: I’m thinking about such a cute thing that you’ve put on the fragrance that I have prepared while thinking about you.

There is no way I am displeased for you.

Yui: Kh...that’s…

Reiji: Pay attention to my words till the very end.

It is bothersome to bring a human like you to the Demon World but,

I am simply doing all of these because I love you who is a human….It is also very obvious to say it.

I want you to walk on being by my side all the way, you know?

Yui: Kh!

Reiji: What are you being embarrassed for? ...It was you to say it though? “ I Want to walk on by your side.”

Yui: I did not say “I want to”...I said “Since I will be walking.”

Reiji: Kukuh, these are the same thing...Yui, I will let you walk by my side all the way.

Like this...closely touching each other.

Yui: ...Yes.

(Uuh...it’s so embarrassing but I am rather happy that he said it.)

Reiji: Well, I shall be done with teasing you and let us get to the castle town.

*He backs off*

Reiji: Stay close to me in such a way that I can smell the fragrance alright….get it?

Place: Glimmer Main Street / グリンマーストリート表通り

Yui: Wah…! This place is so crowded!

Reiji: Yeah, as you would expect in the parade. Anyway, how shall we get started?

Yui: Are not we going to Bernstein Castle?

Reiji: Oh my...do you think we will have any chance of accomplishment if we simply rush in being unarmed and clueless?

Yui: Ah...it is true.

Reiji: First of all, we should come up with specific future measures.

We can go around the prominent places in order to gather important information.

Since the fragrance is doing a great job just as I had expected.

Yui: True. All thanks to you!

Reiji: This result was very obvious from me….Well, for starters一

Hm…?

Yui: (Oh? He is looking behind me but for what reason…)

Reiji: Stay as you are now...You must not turn over.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: And also...try not to get away from my sight as much as possible.

Yui: But why is that?

*Reiji gets closer*

Reiji: ...I feel like someone is following us.

Yui: What?

Reiji: There will not be any problem if they do not abduct you away but...this situation is no good I think.

I do not know what is going on but...let me hold your hand.

Yui: Kh!

Reiji: We are going to be dismissed from here...as fast as we can.

Yui: (Either ways, I cannot let go of his hand by any means!)

Place: Glimmer Main Street, Front of Wagon

Yui: (There is a huge crowd around here so we will be alright if we get puzzled to them….but who knows the outcome.)

(More than that...I’m about to be out of breath as he was walking way too fast.)

Reiji: Oof...guess it will be okay if we reduce our walking speed little by little.

However, this place is one of the territories of the Earl Walter so we must avoid being inattentive.

Yui: Yes...by the way, what kind of person is the Earl?

Reiji: Despite gathering so much information, I can say that he does not really show up his appearance.

Yui: Oh no…

Reiji: There is also one fact I had gathered from all the people.

They said “There is no way he will give stolen things back”...So he is not a  un-straightforward person who possesses unique aesthetics and philosophy.

...It is absolutely hilarious to hear all the people are having complaints about such awful facts.

Yui: It is...unforgivable.

But it surely sounds extremely difficult work to accomplish our goal. If we….

(Don’t get my heart back then perhaps I will die….what can I do?)

Reiji: ...No need to get worried about that.

Yui: Eh…?

Reiji: You will be good since I am with you. Or...you cannot have faith in me?

Yui: It is not like that! But…

Reiji: I understand your depression. But….

I will surely save you from these.

Yui: Reiji san…!

Reiji: Good grief, do not show such a pathetic face. Or I will end up punishing you at this rate, right?

Yui: Fufuh...I am sorry.

Reiji: Haah, I get sick seeing you that you do not understand anything unless you are told….try always to put on a cheerful face.

Yui: ...Yes!

*They go away*

???: …………

Place: Tart • TatanーGlimmer Street Stores 

Yui: (Phew...It’s good that we find seats right away. I was so exhausted from walking here and there.)

(I ordered some pastry cakes since he told me I can get whatever I like but, it’s like a bang on our wallet.)

(There are also inedible fruits put onto these but these have great tastes.)

Reiji: The tea of this shop is unbelievably outstanding for having an aromatic blend in it. What about your cake?

Yui: It is super yummy. Umm...what about having a bite for tasting?

Reiji: Oh goodness...do you not think it is vulgar if two of us stick our mouth on this cake in front of the public?

Yui: Uhh...I thought this cake was preferred to your taste so I asked you.

(Haah...right, I should just eat it alone.)

Reiji: ...Nevertheless, if you want me to eat it so bad and I shall give it a thought.

Yui: But, I do not want to force you…

Reiji: Just give me that cake at once. However there is only one fork so it is troublesome.

Yui: If you are good with it then you can use my one.

Reiji: Haah, whose fork could you expect from me to use instead of yours in this situation? ...I will borrow this.

Mnm….I see. It is fastidious, very much suits my taste type.

Yui: Is that so? I am glad then…

Reiji: Yeah but...it is your cake so I am fine just by having a single bite.

Please enjoy eating this to your utmost.

Yui: Yeah.

Reiji: Now then I wanted to talk about how to get...back your heart.

Yui: Do you have any kind of precautions?

Reiji: I do….If we just ask him to give heart back like a stubborn then he will not listen to us.

We shall at least exchange something with him...something which is more valuable than your heart.

Yui: Eeh? But how…

(I wonder if it will work for our opponent who easily snatched my heart away in the first place?)

(If we do not do it smoothly then we are going to lose both of those…)

Reiji: Ofcourse there is a doubt that it will go everything as planned. We are not even in the mid-way of our progress.

What a grief...what you are thinking now is showing off in your face.

For showing up different facial expressions one after another...what an amusing person you are.

Yui: My sincere apologies….

(Uuh...what a shame on me.)

Reiji: Well then, as the continuation of our strategies follows. We will approach proposing negotiations and then we will enter in the caste from it’s frontage.

We will manage to pass through an opportunity and then we will creep in the treasure house and sharply steal the heart. 

Yui: (For some reasons, I don’t feel like this plan is made by Reiji san.)

….Will we really be able to pass it following this strategy…?

Reiji: For someone like you who is thoughtless may find it a little timidity.

But the only thing we can do now is to lead that strategy to go well.

Plus fortunately, we have so many treasures which are worthy to catch Earl’s interest.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: The pocket watch of demise...The Earl will also love to hang out with us if we show this.

Yui: (His father...Karl-heinz gave him this watch which can tell one the end of time.)

(It is very enormous but this watch is very precious as it is full of important concepts…!)

Reiji: All now left is to...seek through an opportunity and find out the place where your heart is kept off.

Yui: But you cannot use this watch...as a bargaining tool...no way you can!

Reiji: Oh seriously, you are unbelievable...face at me.

Yui: Yes?

Reiji: Listen attentively...there is no other thing to me which is more important than your heart.

Yui: Kh!

Reiji: ...Will you still not believe my words even if I say it straightforwardly looking at your eyes?

Yui: No...you are actually misunderstanding...you words have made me so happy.

Reiji: Likewise, it is my privilege to have you consider it.

It was worthwhile continuing to train forcibly a silly person like you.

Yui: Oh come on...it is a rude way of saying.

Reiji: Heh...well then, let us move onto the next step.

Place: Saint Nore Park / サントノレパーク通り

Reiji: Umm...we are going to ride that one.

Yui: Eh? The ferris wheel?

Reiji: Why are you being so astonished?

Yui: Well…

(It makes me awfully surprised that he brings me to an amusement park to begin with….)

Reiji: What’s wrong? You are making an unconvinced face.

But...is it not very natural for me to want the two of us to spend time together?

Yui: (Kh...he said it while I was staring at him...so embarrassing...!)

Reiji: What are you thinking about...while flushing your cheeks? How awkward.

Fuh...I will deepen the red color of your face even more once two of us get inside that small-spaced closed room.

We shall get going….

Place: 観覧車 / Ferris Wheel

Yui: (We get in but...I was already tired of getting teased by him while lining up.)

(Certainly I am happy to spend time with the two of us but….all Reiji san doing for a while is just comparing the scenery with some kind of paper.)

Umm, what on the Earth you are watching?

Reiji: This is a sketch of the Bernstein Castle.

Yui: Eh? When did you get it?

Reiji: I had obtained it with an absolute secret route. First of all, in order to have a conversation with him, we have to gather information.

Yui: (Incredible...as you would expect from him.)

Reiji: So, that looks like this castle. For getting a better lookー

Yui: (He’s taking out something from his chest-pocket again. But what could it be this time?)

Reiji: Yeah, here it is. For looking far away, you will need a telescope of better quality.

Yui: (W- wow...I was freaked seeing anything coming out from his pocket.)

Reiji: Oh...there is not even a single sign of people surrounding the castle. I wonder if it is covered by any barriers.

...Aah, it has ascended to a perfect height. I wanted to view it from this angle.

By the way, this castle is built up with refined details….

Yui: (It looks a very splendid castle even if I see it with my bare eyes. I also want to have a good look.)

→Selection

I want you to show me later / あとで見せてほしい 

I want you to show me now / 今すぐ見せてほしい (+correct)

Yui: Umm...would you mind showing me too?

Reiji: Fine. But is it not okay if I show you later?

Yui: I thought...we can discover more if two of us observe instead of only one of us…

Reiji: ...Oh seriously. Your self-consciousness is very high. Alright then.

If you request that far, then I shall have you give me some valuable information for me instead of just staring at that.

Yui: Eeeh!?

Reiji: Kukuh...okay then, come here.

*Reiji gets closer*

Yui: (Wha...I was just wrapped around by arms...will I have to watch like this?)

Reiji: I shall fix you so that you will not mess up with finding the proper place. You can start to have a good view now.

Yui: Y- yes...excuse me.

(Uuh...I am feeling thumping inside but I must concentrate to find out something…!)

(Let’s see…)

ーAh! The one who is bringing the tea-set to his terrace...he is the butler san, isn’t he?

Reiji: Butler? Let me see it too….move your head to the sideway very carefully so that the telescope will not move from its current position.

Yui: S- sure!

(The more I try to not move this telescope... the less distance it becomes between Reiji san and I….how embarrassing.)

Reiji: Umm...so that person is the butler of that castle huh.

Reiji: Yui, you really figured out a great thing. It will give us a huge hint.

Yui: I am glad…!

*Sound as the ferris wheel vibrates*

Yui: Kyaaa!? Wh- what…?

*Reiji backs off*

Reiji: Hm? The ferris wheel stops moving. Is it an accident?

Yui: I- I guess so….

(What, we are stopped being hanged having pretty much a high distance from the ground...huh?)

R- Reiji san!! There is a ch-child stucked into the frame overthere!!

Reiji: Child? ...Oh, you are right. Well, there are times when some vampires start doing reckless things.

Yui: But if he falls...that boy will be able to fly up, right?

Reiji: It is impossible. Because vampires around that age and yet to be able to float in the air.

Yui: Eeeh!? Then we must help him!

Reiji: His parents will of course be out there. Someone like you who is rather a human does not have to over-worry for that.

Yui: But...ah!

(He did not fall...for getting unbalanced this time but, I can’t see that child like this!)

*Opens the door*

Reiji: Wha- wait, do not tell me you are up to help him….did you listen to what I just said?

Yui: I did...if that child cannot fly properly then I must have to save him…!

(If it’s from here, then by ignoring looking down, I may get caught up with where that child is by following this frame….)

Reiji: Good grief, I want to refrain that child...from behaving reckless this time!

*Reiji gets closer*

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: Listen, you stay here. Once I will fly out from here, you must close the door immediately. Got it?

Kh…! *Flies*

Yui: (Ah! He just flies to save that child…!)

Monologue

As soon as he reached the kid, Reiji san embraced the child and flew again.

And they safely alighted to the ground.

As Reiji san told me, I hurried up and closed the door of the ferris wheel.

Thereupon, the ferris wheel started to move. Perhaps it had stopped because that child was stuck into the framework.

Anyways, I must gotta thank Reiji san right after I get off here.

END of Monologue

Place: Saint Nore Park / サントノレパーク通り

Yui: (...Ah, Reiji san!)

Reiji: Therefore, it is very idiotic to think you will be able to fly since your parents can do it! Be ashamed of yourself!!

And must not bother other people as well….Get it?

Vampire Child A: Yes….I am so sorry….

Reiji: Good grief...If you have learned from this experience then make sure not to make the same mistake again. Understood?

Vampire Child A: Gotcha...thanks a lot, uncle. Bye bye!

Reiji: Wha-! U- uncle…!?

Yui: (...Looks like Reiji san has strictly disciplined the child but, as I thought children are really liberized.)

Reiji san.

Reiji: Oh it’s you.

Yui: Thank you so much. Back then...sorry for doing absurd things by any chance.

Reiji: Haa...not to mention it is not the first time that you are showing your nice-soul to me. I am already getting used to your these apologies.

I want to be aware that you are being kept endured long for having this kleinod inside you.

Yui: Ah…

Reiji: Since we are having an usual situation, therefore I want you to refrain stepping forward into dangerous things.

Yui: Yes...I am sorry.

Reiji: It is good if you have regrets for this…anyways, our investigation for the castle is complete.

Yui: Eh? We are done?

Reiji: We have collected enough information from the outside of the ferris wheel….what shall we do now?

Yui: Well…

Reiji: If you would want to then let us enjoy the parade...or return back to the hotel at once.

Yui: I- I want to go to the parade!!!

Reiji: Heh...I can hear you even if you do not say so desperately...let us move on then.

Yui: Yes!

(It made me so happy that Reiji san has offered me…!)

Place: Saint Nore Park / サントノレパーク通り

Reiji: Every single visitor is festiving out here….if you become so slow then then you are going to stray away from me.

Yui: Yes, I will be careful.

Reiji: Good grief. I cannot simply be relieved just by hearing these words...Let me hold your hand.

*Reiji gets closer*

Yui: Th- thank you very much….

Reiji: Nope...well if good to do this once in a while.

Yui: (Somehow it looks like a dream to walk so close to him in such a thrilling place.)

Reiji: ...We cannot get fussed over this crowded place. Let us move onto a preferable place.

Yui: Sure, then what about going to the game center right there?

Reiji: I would never go there unless they are really offering a great opportunity but...if you want to then I will go.

Place: Game Center / ゲームセンター

Yui: (I thought it won’t be that enthusiastic but…)

Reiji: Ha! ...Haah!

Yui: (Unbelievably he is enjoying here, that’s good. Plus I am also happy to see his unusual sides….)

Ah! Look, only one point then it’s my victory!

Reiji: What you just say…?

Oh well, it is a game of hitting the bats. I do not quite understand the reason for playing such a barbaric game.

Let us do a match of one kind of brain game...I just found something perfect out here.

Yui: Concentration game…?

Reiji: Yeah. Although this graded game is very insufficient for me, you can challenge it.

Yui: Y- yes! I will do my best!

(Alright, let’s show my best to Reiji san!)

→Game

Words he says一

Alright then, we can start the game.

Oh my goodness.

That was amazing.

The game ends here. I am now curious about your score.

*If you win*

Yui: Oh yeesss! Reiji san, you saw it?

Reiji: I didn. You really did well.

Yui: (Glad that I did it well! ...Hm? Something comes out…?)

Reiji: Guess you get...a prize. These are bathing tickets for the Spa in the Onyx Tower.

Yui: Waah! I am so happy. Would you mind going there together, Reiji san?

Reiji: Of course I will go.

...Fuh, you are being in high-spirit just for merely a game, are you not?

Yui: But, I am so happy that...I did itttt!

Reiji: Honestly, you are looking like a child as you are raising your hand up for being overjoyed. However….

*Fades to CG*

*High five*

Yui: Eh?

(No way right...Reiji san just did it)

Reiji: I ended up doing this seeing you so overjoyed...it was not appropriate to do this though.

Yui: N- no! You made me happy!

Reiji: ...Well, it is not bad if it is with you.

*CG fades*

Reiji: If we get this opportunity next time and then I will do this again. *blushing*

Yui: ...Yup!

Reiji: Ooh, I feel so hot. Guess the air-conditioner is damaged?

Yui: (Fufu, it feels good to see his rare sides.)

Reiji: So, shall we go to the spa?

Yui: Okay!

Reiji: I got sweaty for unnecessary reasons. I shall wash out everything and relax out there.

Place: スパ / Spa

Yui: (We were supposed to meet here once we’re done changing clothes.)

Reiji: Yui

Yui: Reiji san! Sorry, did I make you wait?

Reiji: No, you are good. More importantly hurry up and get into the hot water.

Yui: A- alright….

Reiji: No matter how slim your body is, I will not want to show it to other people.

Yui: What!?

Reiji: ...Nothing really. *Flushed*

*gets into the water*

Yui: (Phew. This warming feeling is so good. I feel luxurious as it is a large bath, unusual from everyday life.)

Reiji: Kukuh...Do not make such a lifeless face which seemed to be invited to heaven.

Yui: Uuh, but it felt so good that…

Reiji: It is okay though. Plus bathing while viewing the starry sky is not bad.

Yui: Yes. It is very charming.

(But, I wonder if it is really okay to be so carefree like this…?)

Reiji: 一It is okay.

Yui: Yes?

(Have I mistakenly spelled those words from my mouth?)

Reiji: Fuh...I can watch through everything you are imagining in your head.

Yui: Oh...you are right.

Reiji: It is okay to be carefreely relaxed down like this but...we also need to do some thrills in a while.

*He gets closer*

Reiji: Certainly this situation feels extraordinary but I cannot solve it even if it gets problematic.

Therefore, please think everything like nothing wrong is going on...muwah

Yui: Hhh!?

(I didn’t imagine he would ki- kiss me in...this place…!)

Reiji: Could it be you are already starting to feel dizzy? In that case, we must get out right away…

Yui: I- I wasn’t feeling dizzy, it’s because you have just….

Reiji: Kukuh...is that so? Then let us stay like this for a while then.

Yui: (Uhh...I am just being teased. But Is it really okay to stay here like this.)

...We must get back my heart right? But if we fail…

Reiji: Rest assured. No matter what happens, I am by your side after all.

I will definitely take your heart back safely.

Yui: ...Yes.

(That’s right. Reiji san will be with me so I will of course be alright.)

(That’s why...I will believe these words.)

Reiji: ...It is great to believe in me but I do not mind if you speak that out to me, you know?

Yui: Ah, y- you are right…

(But it is very embarrassing to say it facing toward him being in this state.)

Reiji: But it will be okay now. That will be a great problem if I really get you half-conscious.

After we get back to the hotel, I shall make you speak up your imagining words one by one.

You are not allowed to disappoint me there, okay?

Yui: Kh, I- I will do my best…!

(We had a lot of fun today...feel like I’m about sleepy.)

(And also he will be by my side all the time.)

ーThe END of Chapter O1

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Dincobb Week Day 4 - AU/Freebie Day (SFW)

Welcome to my Dincobb Week fanfic posts! I've written stories and scenes of varying lengths and tones. For clarity I should say that most of these exist as miniature AUs of their own and have no continuity with each other or with anything else I've written about these characters, so in different pieces they may be described having different physical features, personal possessions, preferences, et cetera. (There are three exceptions which I'll note as such when they come out.) Thanks to @djarining, who helped me a lot with brainstorming and discussing my ideas!

For today I have just one story and it's SFW. It's the second of the three linked stories (SFW, SFW and NSFW in that order - but the two SFWs can stand alone if you prefer not to read the NSFW one).

AU/Freebie Day - I chose Drunken Home Ear Piercing (as a free choice, not an AU)

People have idiosyncrasies when they get drunk. Din’s noticed that, mostly as an onlooker, because his principles for most of his life didn’t allow for social drinking. He’s never been one to drink alone either — given how much he was alone, it seemed like a fast track to pickling himself in alcohol — so he’s mostly just watched, feeling uncomfortable because he can’t participate and people either think he’s a killjoy or that he must have some deep dark personal reason for not drinking, when it’s just the practical fact that you can’t keep your face covered and drink. So when he came to stay with Cobb, broken-hearted and bare-faced, he kind of crashed into drinking far too much too fast, and paid the price with a sunburn that took days to heal and made the whole affected area peel like tattered white lace.

“Passes out in the blazing sun and half cooks himself” was a pretty stupid drunken idiosyncrasy, definitely worse than “decides he can sing” or “wants to get into everyone’s lap” or “starts planning a revolution” or the other quirks he’s observed in the people he’s known over the years. He’s managed not to make a habit of it. With a bit of guidance from Cobb on knowing when to stop, and drinking to enjoy the experience, not to blot out how awful you’re feeling, the tendency that seems to be developing is just “easily talked into things.”

Cobb is generally the one talking him into things, and fortunately so far they haven’t been too troublesome — dancing with him was nice, obviously, and the pancakes eventually peeled off the kitchen ceiling after they tried to make midnight breakfast and he didn’t know his own strength flipping them. Neither of them can really remember what they were hoping to accomplish by digging that pit out the back of the house but there was a very muddled drawing on a scrap of paper on the living room floor labelled, as far as they could make out the next day, AWESOME SWIMMING POOL. The less said about the lawn chair incident the better, but they both walked away from it, somewhat unsteadily.

That’s not Cobb��s idiosyncrasy so much as the effect of the two of them being otherwise sensible and competent men who for some reason get a little bit dumb when they put their heads together. His thing is that, by contrast with the many people who find their calling as a stripper when tipsy, he starts putting things on. He keeps darting into his bedroom and coming back to show Din this great hat, or a big coat he found in a thrift store, or how many sweaters he can put on at once, or the jacket with the fringe which swings out when he goes like this (which coincided with the dancing). This evening it’s his best suit, another second-hand find which probably predates the Empire and features not only fringe but embroidery. He parades around the living room enjoying the attention, since Din is suitably impressed, before dumping himself down on the couch next to him again and taking a long pull on the drink he abandoned to go and get dressed up. As his head tips back Din notices something shining and looks closer. Cobb has an earring, a yellow gold sun in his right earlobe with a rose gold sun hanging from it on a tiny ring.

“Hey, where’d you get that?” he asks, trying to touch it without pulling on it.

“Oh, that? Found it in the jacket pocket when I got changed. I thought I lost it dancing at Tracy Dunerunner’s wedding last winter. Must’ve just dropped in there by luck.”

“It’s so pretty.”

“Why, thank you.” Cobb tilts his head to let him admire it better. “I only really wear it for special occasions. Thought the hole might’ve closed up, but it seems okay.”

“You should wear it more. It looks good on you,” Din says earnestly. “I wish I could wear stuff like that.”

“Why can’t you?”

Din blinks at him, befuddled. “Don’t have pierced ears,” he says.

“Well how the heck do you think ears get pierced, dummy? You gotta pierce ‘em. I’ll help you, I’m good at this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s easy. C’mon, the best light’s in the kitchen.”

So without quite intending it he’s ended up sitting on a kitchen chair with Cobb wiping his right earlobe with alcohol and then rubbing it with an ice-cube to numb it. That feels really weird and it makes him wriggle around so Cobb sits on his lap facing him to hold him still, which feels weird from a whole different angle.

“Okay,” says Cobb, flourishing a sharp darning needle, “I’m ready to operate. Got you a nice little earring to start off with.” It’s sitting on the table after a dip in a shot glass full of rubbing alcohol, a plain silver stud, like a moon to Cobb’s suns. “I’m gonna need you to hold still for me, okay partner? Real still, because if you pull we might just tear your earlobe, and it’ll heal but who wants to deal with that?” He’s cut a piece of potato for Din to hold just behind his earlobe, so when Cobb sticks the needle through quick and hard the point will go into that instead of the side of his neck.

“I can hold still,” Din says, although his heart is beating fast and his numb earlobe is already starting to feel warm again.

“Okay,” says Cobb. He rubs the ice-cube over his ear again, making it sting and tingle with the cold before it grows number. “On the count of three, one, two,” and he stabs the needle through right then. Din gasps in shock and no small amount of pain, ice or not, but he manages to keep still. “That’s great,” says Cobb, “just a little bit more now, hold on for me, hold on,” and with slippery fingers from ice and blood he pulls the needle free from the potato and then manages to fumble the stud post through the raw new hole and get the back onto it. “Woo!” he cheers, raising his arms in the air. “That looks great!” He grabs the little shaving mirror from the kitchen table and holds it up for Din. “Take a look!”

It’s hard to get a look at his own ear in the small mirror but Din makes it out; there are bloody fingerprints on his neck and ear that make the whole thing look kind of gory but there’s the little silver ball shining in his earlobe, and it really does look great. A big smile breaks out on his face as Cobb wipes and dabs the blood away with a damp cotton ball, and then touches the fresh piercing and the pain is so sharp he yells “Fuck!” right in Cobb’s face. Cobb starts laughing and apologising and laughing more.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, sorry, at least it wasn’t alcohol, right?”

“It was alcohol, that’s the point,” says Din.

Cobb glances back over his shoulder at the unfortunately identical-looking shot glasses of water and rubbing alcohol and says “Whoops. Well, it’s clean.” His voice turns gentle and coaxing. “C’mon, you’re okay, right? A big strong man like you?” He strokes Din’s jawline as he admires his ear, and it’s pretty hard to stay angry. The pain has changed from a stab to a hot throbbing, and when he holds the melting ice to it he feels some instant relief. Cobb’s looking at him with such a lovely smile, and he finds he wants to earn more of that.

“You think you could do the other side too?” he asks.