#which i didn't know i was missing out on until i got it

[the0p]

letters

based off of "to all the boys I loved before" cuse YES I AM A LOSER LIKE THAT FIGHT ME. mlm, fluff, and some spice?? very long story also a bit of a size thing going on cuse...yeah.

I sat on the floor of my bedroom writing yet another letter to a guy I had complications feeling towards.

it was a recurring patern in my life as the moment I shared something special with someone instead of telling them my feelings I'd write them down on a piece of paper and trow it in a box I kept under my bed.

it was a bit pathetic for sure, but can you blame me? love has never worked out for me before, so I much rather admire from a distance.

this letter was addressed to a guy in my school.

Jeong Yunho.

back in 6rd grade, me, him, and some other friends had a small party where we played spin the bottle. at the time a friend of mine had a crush on him that I knew about, so I begged for the bottle not to land on him, but of course it did. I was hesitant, but nonetheless, we shared a short, small kiss, which was my first. safe to say me and her are not on good terms even till this day.

the cringe letter was finished, and I folded it up nicely, putting it in an envelope and writing down his name on it before throwing it in the box and sliding it under my bed.

I didn't think much of it knowing they couldn't get out, so I chose to go to bed for the night.

in the morning, I rushed to the kitchen, my sister sitting on the sofa on her phone, ready to go as I ran around looking for my laptop.

"we'll be late, you know." she said, looking at me from the sofa standing up, trowing her bag over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, okay, i just can't find my computer. can you go back to my room and look? maybe I missed it. please?" I asked her with a pleading look, hoping she'd go check, and thankfully, with an annoyed groan, she agreed.

she came back after a few minutes computer in hand. "it was by your bed, clothes trown over it."

"Thank you so much." I said, taking it from her and rushing out the door to my car, her following not too far behind me.

the school day passed by normally. the usual boring classes until lunch period hit.

I never ate in the cafeteria as it was way too crowded for me, so I always camped out in the bathroom eating and scrolling through my phone. sure it wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, but it was quiet.

as I was enjoying my lunch devouring a sandwich I made in a rush I heard the door open a familiar voice coming trough.

"y/n? you in here?" it was yunho. I was confused about why he was looking for me, but I didn't make a sound, wanting him to leave in all honesty. I brought my legs up so he couldn't see which stall I was in, but sadly, my phone fell out of my lap as I did so making a lot of noise.

I knew he heard as he knocked on the door. I didn't answer until he slid my letter under the door.

my heart dropped.

I quickly put my things in my bag, stuffing the sandwich in my mouth, and opened the door.

"how did you get that?" I asked my words a bit muffled thanks to the food.

he stumbled back as I opened the door, putting one hand into his jean pocket.

"I found it in my locker this morning. you didn't put it there?" he asked obviously a but confused.

I was panicking. the thought of him knowing how I felt about him was one of my biggest nightmares. I shook my head, no trying to figure out how he could have gotten it and if any of the other guys got it.

he must have picked up on the panic "your hand writing is nice. I'm actually quite flattered you think of me this way."

his words caught me off guard. was he playing, or was he for real?

"Look, you were never supposed to get it. just forget about it, okay?"

"What if I feel the same way? do I still forget about it?"

I stayed quiet, staring at him, not expecting anything like that to come out of his mouth. he sighed, putting the letter in his bag and turning his attention back to me.

"it's actually a bit funny how you never picked up on any of the signs. I don't just go around the school campus trying to strick up a conversation, give compliments, and try to hang out with random people, but you seem quite obvious."

the last sentence struck a bit of a nerve. "I'm not obviou-"

my words were cut off by a pair of soft lips on mine. I was shocked, eyes wide in surprise, tho slowly I calmed down and returned the kiss my hand making its way to his cheek.

he pulled away first, both of us silent as we registered what we (he) just did.

he opened his mouth to say someone, but the bell rang, signalling us that lunch was over.

I pulled away, clearing my throat, and my ears a bit red from embarrassment.

"Let's talk after school, okay? we can meet you back here...if you want, of course."

he nodded the sweet smile on his face that I always adored. "See you then"

...........time skip............

I stood in the bathroom waiting for him. I was a bit scared he would end up not showing up, but I tried to have a bit of hope. my sister decided to go hang out with her friends after school. I didn't really have anything to rush.

20 minutes had passed, and he was still not here. it was upsetting, but somehow, I wasn't too surprised, so I just chose to leave. I got home relatively late as I had stopped at the store to get some food since our fridge was very empty.

my sister was already home sprawled out on the sofa watching a movie as I placed the bags on the kitchen counter.

"How was school?" I asked, glancing at her. for some reason, she was avoiding all eye contact and seemed a bit on edge.

"it was okay. how about you...?"

"it was...interesting, to say the least." I responded, putting the food away as she nodded and stayed quiet.

Once everything was done, I went into my room and instantly checked the box that I kept my letters in. the rest where there but the one yunho got. I instantly knew my sister must have done it in the morning. I wasn't mad, tho since maybe she even did some good?

I sighed and changed, choosing to put my homework off for a bit and relax for a bit to decompose everything that happened today.

it was calm for a while. silent even. until my sister barged in practically braking my door down as I quickly sat up from my bed worried that something had happened. i looked her way, a mischievous smile on her face as she pushed yunho inside my room.

wait, yunho!?

he stood there an awkward smile on his face as he looked around and back at my sister, who closed the door quickly.

"use protection!!" were her last words before she left us there.

I got up quickly and started picking up my clothes, throwing them in my closet to make the place some what clean.

"Hi yunho, I wasn't really expecting anyone, so it's a bit messy"

he laughed and took off his coat, placing it on my dresser that was by the door looking around the room. "it's okay. I did show up without a warning."

I hummed fixing myself up as well to not look too much of a mess.

"I'm sorry that I didn't show up today. I got held back in class. I promise I didn't do it on purpose."

his words seemed honest, and his face had regret written all over it. he walked closer to me, towering over me thanks to his height.

"I couldn't have even texted you a heads up cuse I don't have your number, and I'm so sorry"

I let him finish staying quiet. I had figured as much cuse he didn't seem like the type of person to do something like that. Once he was done, I just kissed him.

I didn't know I had the guts to do something like that but I was glad I did as he returned the kiss immediately his hands finding their way to my waist as mine wrapped around his neck pulling him down slightly.

it got a bit heated surprisingly enough, which I wasn't expecting.

we had moved to my bed making out. it was obvious to both of us that we've been wanting each other for a very long time as things wouldn't be going this far otherwise.

his hands moved up, and my legs, as I pulled away, taking his shirt off, pulling him back into the kiss, we were both getting desperate, but sadly, we got interrupted by my sister.

she came in, completely ignoring the sight in front of her, and sat down on my bed, throwing her homework next to us.

"help me." is all she said.

me and yunho were both very embarrassed, but nonetheless, we stopped what we were doing and both ended up helping her.

[aquamanandfriends]

But it was interesting. She wanted to know everything she'd missed, all the things that made Rowan who she was today. Felicia leaned forward, her focus fully on the woman across from her as she spoke. "Mmm," she nodded. Business and entrepreneurship was a perfect fit. "Oh god, well," she sighed sitting up a little straighter. "I dove right into college, got my master's degree in finance. I met David a little after graduating. We both wanted similar things and at the time I thought that life was more choices than feelings. I uh, I didn't realize how much I was missing until it was too late, but getting married is what you do right? And it helped both of us financially, we were both hiding from ourselves more than we realized then. I uh," she chewed on her bottom lip, "I think I enabled it and I was in denial of it all. I wanted him to be more than he was for me, more than he could be," she shrugged. "We only really lived together for maybe two years?" Felicia squinted, "Then I took the loft, he took the pent house and we just showed up to events together if we needed to-- which always ended in a brutal fight. Things are messy and the short of it is I'm ready to move on from the whole thing but he likes to burry his head in the sand," she rolled her eyes.

"I worked my way up to FCO in the family business, I've had to really put on a face and over the last few years I've realized that's not for me. Why not be myself? Windsor Country Clubs has been around forever, it needs fresh views not just that of straight old white men. I spent so much time and energy on work that I didn't even really realize I wasn't happy, that I'd missed out on all these things," she shrugged. "For a long time I thought I had it all figured out but I was just denying how lonely I was. I shouldn't have to be alone, I shouldn't be ashamed of wanting more."

"Oh, the whole thing is not that interesting," Ro said with a shake of her head. "I was two years into college for a Business/Entrepreneurship degree when I got pregnant," she said. Originally, she'd wanted to start a car shop to restore vintage cars. Back then, Ro figured she wasn't good--or at least, capable--at anything else. "I tried doing school on and off, to finish my degree, but the second pregnancy was a lot harder." She finished off her glass before explaining a little more, not that Rowan liked thinking about the past when the present demanded so much of her. "Your turn. Previously on..." Rowan arched a brow with a grin.

[joaosnovia]

I know this is such a random request but this recently happened to my cousin and I just randomly thought of how joão would react to his partner accidentally losing her engagement ring around the house.

❦ - lost && found.

summary:: you were running errands in the house until you lost your ring.

warnings:: none?

writers note:: i looooove this! and stay tuned for the rest of my requestsss

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if u wanna be added or removed

you swore you had it on. you knew you had it on.

one moment, you were going about your day, doing little things around the house, folding laundry, making coffee, scrolling through your phone, and the next, your left hand felt oddly... light.

your stomach dropped.

'joão,' you called hesitantly, already frantically patting down the couch cushions.

he strolled in, freshly showered and still toweling his hair, oblivious to your rising panic. 'hm?'

'i, uh, i think i lost my ring.'

his face froze mid-sentence, towel dropping onto his shoulders. 'what?'

'my ring,' you repeated, heart pounding. 'i was just, doing stuff around the house, and now it's gone.'

joão blinked at you, processing, then immediately stepped into action. 'okay. it's fine. we’ll find it.' his voice was calm, but you could see the tiny crease forming between his brows.

'i swear i didn’t take it off,' you said, running a hand through your hair. 'i would've noticed.'

joão hummed in understanding, already lifting pillows off the couch. 'well, it didn't just vanish. let's retrace your steps.'

and so began the great ring hunt of the félix household.

joão took it very seriously. he checked under furniture, inside the sink drain (even though you swore you hadn't been near it), inside your shoes, every possible and impossible place. you had never seen him so focused, muttering little theories under his breath.

'maybe it got caught in a blanket?'

'did you check the pockets of your jeans?'

'what if it fell in the coffee machine?'

'why would it be in the coffee machine?'

'i don’t know! rings are small, amor!'

you tried to stay calm, but anxiety was creeping in. it wasn’t just any ring, it was the ring. the one joão had spent weeks picking out, the one he slipped onto your finger with that soft, lovestruck look in his eyes.

'maybe i'm not responsible enough to be engaged,' you mumbled dramatically, sinking onto the floor.

joão, who had just finished checking under the rug, turned to you with an exasperated chuckle. 'don’t be ridiculous.' he crouched in front of you, hands cupping your face. 'you lost it in the house. we’ll find it. and even if we don’t, which we will do you really think a missing ring is gonna change anything?'

you sighed. 'no, but..’

before you could finish, joão's eyes flickered to something behind you.

he reached over, plucked something off the floor, and held it up between his fingers.

your ring.

you gasped. 'where was it?!’

joão smirked. 'under the coffee table. you must have knocked it off somehow.'

relief flooded you as he slid it back onto your finger.

'you’re stuck with me again,' you teased, flexing your hand.

he grinned, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 'i was never worried about that.'

[pawseds]

if your best friend got stuck in a snowstorm with parasites, would you get stuck with him, too?

It started with having this AU/American version of Rovin (blonde guy) be my PC for Lover in the Ice. And then I decided to make his friends Elmira and Gavrill (short hair guy) my backups, in that order. And now I have a whole AU. Some context is missing because this branches off canon stuff I haven't shared here, but you can read all about it below!

(Also Elmira isn't in this drawing because at this point, these both have lost contact with her for at least a decade) (I also want to make art just with her)

Story goes, in 2005, Merethel's death shortly after landing in Canada destroys Hroth to the point of being unable to provide financially and emotionally for Hrodwyn and Hygd. School staff reports the neglect to CPS, who take the kids away. Hroth gives up the dream of a good life by being a good citizen and turns to the only thing he's good at: killing people. He begins his career as an hitman/assassin and mercenary.

He gets enough money to begin his search for the only 2 people left that he cares about and who care about him: Elmira and Rovin. He crosses over to the US illegally, continues his dirty work, and eventually finds Rovin first. Desperate for a friend, Hroth meets with Rovin as fast as possible. Rovin is overjoyed -- until he goes home to tell Greg (his husband). Greg immediately recognises Hroth as a renown murder under an employer who keeps evading the law (probably the mercenary company). He tells Rovin to stay away. And when Hroth stalks Rovin to his home to say hi (lmao), Greg yells in Hroth's face. He accuses Hroth of being selfish: even simply knowing Hroth can incriminate Rovin, so if he really cared about Rovin and was really his best friend, he'd do what's best for Rovin -- to stay away forever.

Hroth's more hurt and sad than angry, because he knows Greg is right. When he eventually finds Elmira in Lafontaine, he does not make himself known to her at all. Their only contact is in the form of Hroth's monthly ludicrous donations to the orphanage she manages. The other orphanage staff were extremely against accepting the donation: a fat duffel of likely illegally-obtained cash that was left in their office without a trace. They didn't want their establishment for kids to turn into something of a money launderer. But Elmira convinced them to take it. There's no way to return it, and reporting it to the cops will only make the cops turn the orphanage inside out. Most of all, the cops nor the system care about the children. Only the staff do: they must use what they have.

Time passes and eventually, thanks to NASA's connection with the government, Delta Green get ahold of Rovin (if Rovin's with the Program; else, he just gets approached). I like to imagine that, thanks to his expertise, his first operation was The Last Equation, and that he was this close to learning Consciousness Expansion LMAO

The op leaves him messed up, which worries Greg. So the next time Rovin makes some sorry excuse to disappear to a random corner of the US with no return date, Greg reluctantly contacts Hroth through the dark web (lmao compsci%) to follow and protect Rovin. Hroth does, but not without Delta Green noticing! They threaten him with charges of deportation back to Russia (he never stayed long enough to gain Canadian citizenship), and with potential bans from entering the US or Canada -- the only 2 places with the people he care about. Plus, they'll also get him US citizenship if he joins.

Hroth joins and very quickly proves himself as a ruthlessly efficient agent when it comes to destruction/murder. Hroth recognises this and begins abusing it (smartest thing he has ever done) (works better if he's with the Program). He freely visits Canada often to check on his kids and their adoptive family from afar, and he continues his dirty work knowing that the law is behind him. He knows he's too valuable of an asset to lose, and God forbid the public learns that the government has been keeping him in his back pocket. He knows Delta Green will keep scrubbing his record clean. He just has to give them their return in their investment.

And then we come to current time for Lover in the Ice! If Rovin dies, Elmira crosses X-Cell as she's trying to restore her orphanage and protect the kids inside. If Elmira dies, Hroth learns she's missing (he leaves it in her office; they both know the schedule) as he's making his donation. At the same time, Greg pleas to Hroth to watch over Rovin. So Hroth does, while wondering where Elmira is.

This AU grew even bigger when one of my other friends added to it. Maybe I'll yap about it here one day!

[sophisticatedpjparty]

PSA for my fellow artists

Please be aware of a paypal scam going around right now!

Tonight I received messages from a "commissioner" asking me to draw a picture of her and her son. She offered me a large amount of money for my work, which leads me to my first point:

Always ask for payment upfront from new customers!

Doing so protected me from losing time (and potentially a lot of money) working on a piece for a scammer.

She claimed she was willing to pay extra for the work to be "finished as soon as possible". In hindsight, this is one of many common ways scammers create a false sense of urgency so you don't have time to think critically about what they're asking.

Secondly, she asked for the email used for my paypal. She claimed it was for sending payment, but this was actually a method for sending a scam email later, claiming that there was an issue with her payment requiring me to "refund" her $200. This is when I was able to confirm that it was a scam, stopped, and reported the email and the tumblr account. Had I not blocked her she likely would have continued to insist that she'd made a payment or possibly even threatened to take action against me if I didn't refund her money I never received, again, another common way scammers create a false sense of urgency and panic.

But other artists may not be so lucky, or know how to recognize these kinds of phishing schemes, so I thought making this post could be helpful!

Warning signs:

1. She asked for my pricing information and email through DMs, rather than reading my pinned post or using my carrd when directed to, things a legitimate customer would know to do.

2. The email was from "service paypal" (instead of just "paypal") and was in my spam folder.

3. The email used an impersonal greeting. All official paypal emails will begin by addressing you by name. It also contained a handful of grammatical errors that might be missed at first glance, especially if the scammer has successfully created a sense of panic.

4. The email claimed that due to the large size of the payment, the transaction could not be completed until an additional $200 payment was made from the customer that should be "refunded" to them once "made". This is blatantly untrue and an extremely unprofessional/sketchy practice a legitimate business like paypal would never use.

In my case, it claimed that it was part of the process of creating a business account- business accounts are free to create, however, and I already have a store page.

5. Most importantly: I never received any payments or notifications through paypal's official app or website.

Scammers will send you fake screenshots of their payments to attempt to convince you that they've spent or lost money and that it's your responsibility to help them get it back. Don't believe it. They're just trying to get you to "compensate" them for an issue that never occurred, by any means necessary. If there was any genuine issue with their payment, they could work with paypal or contact their bank to cancel the transaction or refund them. If you never recieved any payment, you don't owe them anything. It's not your job to "refund" them.

If you encounter a scam like this, block, report, and change your paypal password for good measure.

I got lucky, I didn't lose any money or get scammed, I only wasted a few minutes talking to her before I recognized it for what it was and stopped interacting. Sometimes, however, even if you recognize that something is a scam, just opening the email and viewing any attachments may potentially compromise your information. Never click any links in an email like this.

Below are screenshots of the email I recieved, which I'll be sharing for awareness purposes.

I'd also like to include this page from Paypal's website about the common signs of a phishing scheme:

Take care out there and look out for eachother! Please continue to spread awareness about these kinds of scams when you see them so your favorite artists can stay safe and informed.

I'll be updating some of my commission guidelines later to account for situations like this in the future.

Thank you for reading!

[rachiqueen]

It took Rachi a while to catch his breath after the way Aisoon had fucked him into the bathroom stall door. His eyes were still glazed over, sparkling, but hyper-aware to Aisoon's movements, watching him carefully. Rachi hadn't just fucked him for fun - he had a purpose, a reason, and he needed to see it through. His contract would benefit both of them, if Aisoon accepted it, and he had yet to receive an answer despite being on his best behaviour for the escort. He had done his part so so well, surely Aisoon wouldn't leave him hanging, right? He wouldn't be that cruel to Rachi, would he?

Pressing a kiss against Aisoon's lips was the last thing Rachi could do to convince him to accept his proposal. It was gentle compared to the way they fucked. Borderline intimate, which would usually send Rachi running. But for Aisoon, for that possibility of having him whenever he wanted, no strings attached, Rachi could do it. He could be whatever the man wanted him to be.

Except his...

Aisoon had done up his jeans, having cleaned himself up before doing so, already looking to leave. Rachi remained naked from the waist down, could feel remnants of the man's cum dripping slowly from his hole and down his thighs, hoping that a final look at his body would help in his endeavour. And when Aisoon reached to hold him by the chin, Rachi felt a flutter of hope in his chest. He was waiting to hear it. Yes, he wanted Aisoon to say. I accept.

Except, this close, when Rachi got a good look at Aisoon's face, he felt that hope faltering. And instead of agreeing, Aisoon said...

"I'll think about it."

Rachi blinked up him, knowing what that meant. Stubbornly, he didn't want to let Aisoon go after that. Wanted to sit him down and demand he reconsider, offer his body for another round, even if he was already filled and aching. He could ride him, he could suck him again, he could hump his fucking leg like a dog in heat, anything so long as Aisoon took those words back and changed his mind...

Letting out a shaky sigh, knowing there was nothing more he could do for the time being, Rachi leaned back, pulling away from Aisoon as the man unlocked the bathroom stall. Their voyeur had left earlier, Rachi having heard the squeak of the swinging door earlier, so the bathroom was empty, but it felt even emptier when the escort left without another word.

Shakily, Rachi wiped himself clean as best as he could before sliding his underwear back up his legs, followed by his pants. His shirt rubbed harshly against his chest, where his nipples had been played with, and there was no denying that he was walking with a very noticeable limp now compared to when he first came in.

Deflated, Rachi quickly washed his hands, drying them on his pants before exiting. He made a beeline to the front of the cafe, ignoring the looks of the patrons seated at the tables close to the bathroom - he had been loud, and wouldn't be surprised if they had heard the way he had moaned like a whore for Aisoon. The staff members too, seemed to hover, most likely to tell Rachi to leave - however, an embarrassed Rachi was already headed to the door to avoid that conversation.

Rachi exited, looking around one final time to see if Aisoon had somehow was lingering. He had said no, but it was never too late to change his mind. The offer was on the table, and Rachi didn't plan on removing it. But... Aisoon was nowhere in sight.

Sighing, Rachi took out his phone to call for a ride. He had walked here but there was no way he could walk back, not when his ass throbbed with every step, reminding him of what he was missing out on. He had to have hope that Aisoon would come back to him - but until then, Rachi would have to be patient...

[ end ]

"A-ack-! U-urk-! A-aisoonnnnn~" Rachi's throat was tight but he couldn't stop shouting the other's name, Aisoon's fingers gripping him like a vice, causing the man's vision to swim as he road out one of the strongest, bone shattering orgasms of his entire life. He didn't know how Aisoon did it, but every time they had sex it only got better and better, blowing his mind away with how fucking incredible it felt. He was fucked senseless, choking on the hand that wrapped around his throat, his cock spilling he seed for what felt like forever, leaving a sticky mess all over his skin, Aisoon's hand, and the fucking stall door he was pressed up against. Outside, he heard a grunt, a sharp intake of breath, the watcher clearly enjoying the show that was being put on even if all he saw of it was through the small gap between the door and wall of the stall.

Aisoon released him and Rachi sucked in a breath of air. He turned to face Aisoon, leaning against the door, trying to catch his breath when the other demanded him to get on his knees and suck that huge cock that he had been dreaming about for weeks now. And Rachi didn't even care that he was still half-breathless and delirious, that his cock was overstimulated and aching despite having just painted the walls with his cum - he sunk onto the floor so quickly it's like he was pulled down by an invisible hand. His pink mouth parted to accept Aisoon's fingers, licking up his own cum with a loud moan while the man gripped his hair tight.

"Remember, you have an audience… Show them how lewd your mouth is… How you much you love my cock."

"F-fuckkkk, g-give it to m-mfffff," Rachi was cut off when Aisoon shoved his length inside his wet mouth, saliva immediately coating the hardened cock that seemed even bigger than before. It had just been inside his ass, drilling against his prostate, sending him to heaven, and Rachi sucked on it like his life depended on it. His nails dug crescent shapes into Aisoon's thick thighs as he gagged loudly around the man's cock that stuffed him full, his cheeks puffed out while wet noises echoed through the bathroom. He couldn't made one coherent sound like this, even though he tried. Love your cock teerak, Rachi wanted to say despite the mouthful of cock that had him instead moaning and gagging and choking. Want it deeper. Choke me with it. Make me taste you for days, weeks. Want to swallow your cum until I'm bursting, fuck my whore mouth til I can't talk anymore, fuuuuckk-

Muffled, wet, gagged noises came deep from Rachi's throat as he swallowed more of Aisoon in, fresh tears dripping from his blurry vision as his oxygen was cut off every time the man thrust inside of him. He couldn't get enough, he could do this all day, on his knees with nothing but Aisoon's cock to keep him full and stretched and satisfied.

Rachi could feel the way Aisoon's hot length twitched in he mouth, and he was ready to swallow every last salty drop if Aisoon decided to finish in there but the man instead pulled out, yanking Rachi to his feet and letting their mouths clash in a violent kiss. "Fuckkk," Rachi moaned loudly between the kisses. He could taste the saltiness of Aisoon on his tongue as it twisted against the other's, saliva trailing from the sides of his mouth and mixing in with the wet tears that dripped down his chin.

"Gimme that ass, spread it for me."

Rachi's back collided with the door of the stall when Aisoon pushed him against it, the loud sound invading the otherwise quiet bathroom. By now, Rachi's underwear had totally slipped down to the ground, joining his neglected pants and exposing his long and creamy legs. He steadied himself on one leg as Aisoon lifted up the other, exposing the hole that had just been pounded by him not long ago, stretched out and ready for more. "You gonna fill me up good, teerak?" Rachi panted as he reached for Aisoon's cock, squeezing it as he guided it towards his waiting hole. He dragged the wetness against his fluttering entrance, relaxing his body and releasing a shaky breath as he slipped it inside. He moaned loudly when as soon as it entered him, Aisoon thrust in powerfully, with Rachi now splaying his arms back on the unstable door behind him for purchase. His body was shoved back against the wood as Aisoon stuffed his cock deep inside of him, pounding at his ass with powerful thrusts.

"G-god~!" Rachi screamed, throwing his head back on the door, hearing the way it slam slam slammed from the strength of Aisoon's fucking, his ass smacking back against it. He was on his tip-toes, while his right leg was up behind Aisoon's shoulders, his hole sucking that huge cock in as if it didn't want to let go. His own dick quivered, fully spent and aching from having been empty, but it stirred with warmth, swaying with the movement of his body. "F-fuck me til I can't walk," Rachi mewled, reaching around to hold onto Aisoon's shoulders. "W-wanna feel your cock for days, f-fill me with your cum- ahhhhh A-aisoon sogoodsogoodsogoodddd~"

Aisoon drew him in for a kiss, which Rachi moaned into, a small cry escaping him when the other bit down on his lower lip. The sting, the pain, it reddened his full and pink lips, nearly breaking the skin, and Rachi loved it. Aisoon's hand lifted up to grab his throat again, and Rachi sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers choked his neck, a constant pressure that had him straining to breath. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth was parted in a pant as Aisoon hammered at his ass. The hips that thrust against Rachi's heated body stuttered as a warmth filled him on the inside, the dancer almost unable to take another breath as Aisoon's cum painted his soft walls. His hole clenched around the man's cock, gripping it in place, not wanting a single drop to escape, even though there was so much of it that it was an impossible task. Droplets leaked out from the rim of Rachi's hole, dribbling down the back of his ass and his thighs.

And it wasn't just Aisoon that came. From outside of the stall, a grunt from their audience member and a hard smack against the door had Rachi knowing exactly what happened out there - clearly, the show they had put on was effective. Through the gap he could hear the laboured breathing, it matched his own, as their watcher also tugged at his cock with wet noises before letting out a cry as they came too, most likely all over themselves.

"F-fuck," Rachi breathed, placing a hand against his lower stomach, swearing that he felt Aisoon's cum reach all the way there. It was hot. How could he even go about his day like this? Even if he decided to go home he'd still be walking while his stomach was full of Aisoon, ass stinging from the man's length. He anticipated that he'd feel that way for day. God. He could get hard again just thinking about it.

Slowly, Rachi pulled his leg down from where it rested on Aisoon's shoulder, trying to steady himself, resting his hands on the other's chest to do so. He was wobbly, and now the pain in his ass could be felt in full force - he doubted he could walk in a straight line. "A-aisoon," Rachi sighed happily, gazing at the man in front of him. "D-do you see what you do to me?" He asked, his voice scratchy from how much he had screamed. "Do you see what you could do to me whenever you wanted?" Rachi continued, leaning forward to kiss the man's lips softly. He was pulling out every trick in the book, desperate not to lose this man to anyone else.

[rad-roche]

WHAT tablet do you use for drawing

nothing fancy! a huion H610, which is about an entry level piece of equipment. picture nabbed from the internet to give you an idea of how big it is

i like it a lot! have had no software problems with it, which for a tablet is about as much as you can ask for. the tablet i had prior to this was a dirt-cheap monoprice that did me a decade before the film on its top cracked and gave out. i've thought getting a screen tablet off and on for a few years, but i have 1) very little desk space and 2) cats who would do everything in their power to destroy it. plus screenless tablets are like second nature to me now, so at this point, why hop over. if it ain't broke, right

[gu6chan]

ouaaaaaghhh i've been on a bit of a pokemon binge lately......... i should crack open my old pokemon games and take a peek at my teams :,) i wish i still had my old copy of conquest and black 2 though............ :(

[a-passing-storm]

guys what if i told you i fucked up college so badly already

[moralchampion]

I'm starting to actually feel better, so now I'm even more worried about my exam tomorrow

[madamtrashbat]

Y'all might need this back after y'all's hissy fit yesterday:

https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-a-sense-of-entitlement-5120616

I have got to hand it to suddenlyalright, she did a really fucking good job running with the campaign that I'm salty over not getting picked for the zine and literally nothing else could have caused me to be upset at all, no sir, including a person who harassed me and a bunch of my friends and openly sends anon hate had nothing to do with it.

Efficiency is definitely something you want from a mod, I guess. Impartiality out the window, this bitch gets shit done.

Go bother someone else.

[challengers]

despite the lukewarm response to the Hannibal panel at NYCC, i am praying to every god out there that this is not the last time they attend an event together, because i only got into Hannibal a few months ago, and even though i was lucky enough to get photos and autographs with them this time, i would give just about anything to see them at least one more time

[ourceliumnetwork]

god. no one prepares you for the irritation and anger that comes when assistive devices and medical equipment actually fix your problems.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Bruce: Attention, please. I understand a majority of you had plans this weekend. I want to be considerate of your time, so I'll make this brief. Lex Luther has hired a boy to seduce Wayne Enterprise secrets out of Tim. I need you to be weary at the gala. Dismiss.

Tim: Hold on hold on. I'm going to need a LOT more information than just that.

Bruce: I said dismissed Tim. Your siblings have plans.

Dick: *Raises a hand*

Bruce: Yes?

Dick: I can tell this approach is from the parenting books Uncle Clark got you, which is great. Thank you for trying, but we really need more details B. You can be considerate of our time by properly using it.

Bruce: hmmmm. Alright, if everyone feels this way. I suppose I can explain

Batkids: *Nodding*

Bruce clicking on the computer to show a picture: This is Daniel Fenton. His family used to own Fenton Works until the unfortunate loss of Mrs. Madeline Fenton in a car accident. Mr. Jack Fenton was convinced a ghost killed his wife. He was arrested after he crossed state borders chasing it and went on a rampage in downtown Gotham. He was deemed mad with grief and has been in Arkham for the last four years. Neither Jasmine nor Daniel were able to keep the family business afloat and were eventually bought out by Luthor.

Steph: I remember Mr. Fenton. He made that weird ray that was just throwing green goo on people. Besides scarying a few civilians, he didn't do anything bad. No one was harmed.

Bruce: That was the Fenton children argument as well. They were unable to get Mr. Fenton out of Arkham and into a different institution. I fear corruption is at play. During his stay in Arkham Mr.Fenton, has continued to create inventions, though no patent has been filed. All funds from said inventions are being made by local Mafia families instead.

Jason: Those thieves are preying on a grieving man. Rumors has it, Mr. Fenton isn't even aware his wife is dead. His mind blocked it, but he's slowly deteriorating. They're trying to squeeze out every drop of cash they can from him before his mind is completely gone.

Bruce: Exactly, and his children know it. Recently, Clark overheard Luthor offer Daniel a deal. He steals Wayne Enterprise secrets from Tim - probably got the idea after reading the article of Tim coming out, no doubt - and Luthor pulls enough strings to get Mr. Fenton out.

Tim: That's horrible. Is there any way we can help the Fentons instead? Move Mr. Fenton to a different place?

Bruce: I'm working it, but I believe Luthor is blocking my attempts. He did the same to Miss Fenton's college and loan applications. The pair are in a finical crisis that does not seem to get better no matter what they do. Luthor has employed similar tactics before.

Damian: Thus trapping the Fenton siblings in a box, unable to defy Luthor. They may be so desperate they would agree to anything after this many hardships.

Bruce: Exactly.

Tim: Alright I'll sleep with him

Cass: Literally, no one said you needed to sleep with him.

Tim: It's will be tough but I'll take one for the team.

Duke: Tim, that's not what B is saying at all.

Bruce: Wait, wait. I think Tim wants to sleep with Daniel Fenton. Hold on, let me consult the experts *opens parenting book*

Bruce: This isn't covered in the book. I don't know what to do.

Dick: I do. Tim, you're not sleeping with Daniel Fenton, but you are going to pretend his seduction is working. We're going to stop Luthor and the Mafia families controlling Arkham. We need to buy time to do that.

Tim: Kisses and over clothes stuff only. Got it.

Damian: Life has been hard for you since Dowd left you, hasn't it Drake?

[writersblockiskillingme]

Russian Roulette | The Salesman

Pairing: The Salesman x fem!reader

Summary: After doing everything in your power to find the salesman who got you and Gi-hun into all this mess, he unexpectedly shows up in your motel room.

Warning/s: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!!, angst, unspoken feelings (until now), guns, playing Russian Roulette, threatening, mocking, blood, character death, cursing (maybe, idk), tears, talk about the games, tension, reader gives off femme fatale energy, also reader has longer hair to fit into a braid but if you don't just ignore it please, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I just watched the first few episodes, and for a little while, I got out of the writers block. NO SPOILERS, PLEASE!

Prequel to this fic here!

Rain was pouring down like crazy, wind blowing around as I drove my black car with full speed as I tried to get to the Pink Motel that Gi-hun and I co-owned as fast as I possibly could after today's events. Gun that was placed on the seat next to me was jumping slightly as I drow down the road every time I hit a bump or such. My left hand gripped the steering wheel til my knuckles turned pure white as my right hand gripped the phone to the same extent.

"I found bloodstains there!" I practically shouted into my phone as I came to a stop, the images of blood seeping down the trash bags and the knife thrown on the ground never really leaving my mind. "Gi-hun is still looking, I'm sure they didn't get far from that alley."

"What do we do, miss?"

"Check all the CCTV and dashcam footage you can collect from the area and keep asking around." I continued to practically shout for him to hear me over the rain on the street, my braid swinging over on my left shoulder as I got out of the car, running towards the entrance to the Pink Motel.

"I'll join you soon." And with that, I ended the call, quickly putting my phone in the left pocket of my jacket.

I roughly pulled loose threads of hair that fell on my eyes as I quickly took out the key. However, I came to a sudden stop. Something wasn't right. I found myself freezing as I slowly moved my head to look around. That's when I noticed. The sign of the Pink Motel was lit up.

Someone is here, and they want me to know that.

I stood there in the rain for a little while before I decided to take a deep breath before entering. I walked up all the way to the fourth floor before entering, the light going on as I did. I walked into my bedroom as quietly as I could. But even before I could prepare myself for what I was about to see, just as I walked to the end of the first corner, I saw him.

After three years of endlessly, tirelessly trying to find him, he was here. Right in front of me. He was standing in front of my wall, a shining black gun in his hand, looking at the calendar on which I crossed the dates with red marker every single day for three years. Next to in was a map of the underground, every single route mapped out, drawn on, and my handwriting shone on it to.

"It's been a long time, Miss."

For a while, I said nothing. I was just standing there, soaking wet, the rain that I took with me inside dripping on the floor. I was staking in his appearance for a moment. He was just as tall as I remember, standing there in his suit. For a moment, it seemed like he didn't change one bit, like nothing changed from the moment that I fist saw him on the train station three years ago.

But it did.

His hair was longer, I won the games alongside Gi-hun, we weren't on the train station, but in my Motel room, he wasn't holding a briefcase, he was holding a gun and I didn't.

But his voice was the same, he was still as tall as I remember, I suppose his smile was the same, too. And maybe, just maybe, he was feeling the same feelings he did three years ago before I gained and lost it all.

I just sighed and moved towards the table I ate. There was a towel that I threw last night. I started to pat my hair, trying to dry it off as I looked around for some dry clothes.

"You should've gotten on that plane that day." He said, looking over at me as I paused.

"I changed my mind when I saw you there." I said before continuing to dry myself.

The moment of quiet continued as I put the towel away. He tapped the map with his gun before he started to speak again. I truly didn't know how to feel. After I wasted three years trying to find him, he just shows up at my motel room. Funny.

"It looks like you've been trying hard to find me, darling." I could just hear that ignorant smirk in his voice. Motherfucker.

"Don't let it get to your head." I told him slowly, my voice completely calm. "I just wanted to thank you." I said as I took off my wet jacket, throwing it in the corner.

"Thank me?" He asked as he sat down on one of the sofas by the table next to my bed. I turned to look at him slowly, a dry jacket in my hand. That's when I noticed blood on the collar of his suit and his face. Motherfucker.

"For inviting me to the game." I said as I approached him, his eyes on me as I sat down, opposite him. "I won and took a bloody fortune with me."

He kept quiet, listening to me, his dark eyes flickering all over my face as I spoke.

"So the decent thing of me to do would be to thank you for it."

"I'm just a messenger who delivers invitations." He smirked, but before he could say more, I continued, all off my anger resurfacing.

"And just who had you deliver those invitations, handsome?" I spoke, venom infecting my every word. "Let me meet him. I have something to say to him."

"Give me the message, and I'll pass it along." He continued, giving me a smile at the end. It appears that I was right. His smile is the same.

"Oh, dear." I mockingly pouted as I crossed my legs. "I'm afraid that it's not something I can discuss with an underling like you."

His smile quivered as he raised his eyebrow. Waiting on me to continue.

"You prey on people who are hanging by a thread and corner them at subway stations." I could feel myself slowly starting to shake from anger and despair. "Someone like you wouldn't be able to understand what I'm trying to say, of course."

For a while, there was silence yet again. We were just looking at each other. Our eyes never leaving each other's.

"You know what the funniest thing was?"

"What, miss?"

"For a moment, when I was hunting you down, I was just delusional enough to think that we could actually team up. You know? Take down the games and whoever was behind them. I liked you. And I liked to think that. But now I realize just how wrong I was." I whispered, turning away from him as I spoke. Yet I still felt his eyes on me. "And boy was I wrong. You will never change. You like the monstrous things that you are doing."

"How do you think I got to where I am now?"

"I don't fucking care." I spat at him as I turned to look at him again, his expression unreadable. "I don't care how you became their dog. I just want you to bring me your master."

He looked down, sighing as he cracked his neck, gun still in his hold. After a while he spoke again.

"I used to work in the games when I was younger. I removed and burned the bodies of countless people like you."

He was the pink guard once.

"'These things aren't human. They're just trash utterly useless in this world.' I kept telling myself that and worked hard for a few years." He spoke, suddenly smiling again. "Then they gave me a gun."

The triangle guard.

"It felt pretty good." He said as he lifted up his gun, examining it. "Like my existence was acknowledged for the first time in my life. I don't know which year it was, but one day, I was about to shoot a man who had lost a game. The guy seemed familiar. Guess who it was."

I kept quiet.

"My dad." He finally said. "My dad was suddenly standing in front of me. He was in tears, desperately begging me to spare his life."

He suddenly moved his hand, placing the gun in front of my forehead, but his suddenly, quick movement did not startle me one bit. I was used to it.

"I shot him right in the middle of his forehead, and realized, 'Ah. I'm cut out for this job.'"

He was looking straight at me, his dark eyes mad. I narrowed mine at him. Was I supposed to feel sorry for him? Maybe, but I didn't. Not only did he enjoy it, but he also has no idea how it was like for me. All the things Gi-hun and I went through. All of people we lost along the way... Ali... Sae-byeok... Sang-woo...

"Whether you shoot people in there or con them outside, it doesn't change anything." I said, slowly leaning over towards him. "You have always been nothing more than their dog."

He clicked his gun, putting his finger on the trigger, his expression darkening.

"Miss." He started, his hand shaking slightly as I kept completely still. "Do you think you're special because you won the game?"

I said nothing. My expectation still as I leaned forward just a bit more, pressing my forehead directly on his gun. His dark expression broke into one of shock.

"Someone like you could never know or understand how I made it out of there alive. And how it feels to play the games."

Suddenly, he pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. My expression barely changed, yet I could he on his face that my eyes old him every. Shock, disappointment and sadness.

He sighed before leaning over to me on the table that until now kept us at a distance. He was quiet for a while. I suppose he has always been that way.

"Let's play a game." He smiled at me.

I didn't say anything. He pulled out his phone and placed it on the table, letting a song play.

Time to say goodbye.

He leaned back against the seat as he lifted up his gun.

"I'm sure you've seen this in the movies." He started to explain, never breaking eye contact with me. "It's called Russian Roulette."

Motherfucker.

"Usually, you place one bullet in the gun, spin the cylinder, and pull the trigger." He said, clicking the gun in its place before pulling the trigger, explaining the game as he showed me what to do. "And before the next round, you spin the cylinder again. It rests the odds back to 1 in 6."

"I know." I mumbled and he smiled.

"But I'd like to make this game a little more serious." He smirked. "Because you're truly special, love."

"Cut to the chase." I glared at him and his stupid antics. He blinked at me and continued.

"We'll take turns pulling the trigger without spinning the cylinder again. The bullet will be fired within six attempts, and the game will be over." He paused. "What do you say?"

"Spin the gun." I frowned.

He smirked before gently placing the gun on the table. This could end badly on both sides, but for a moment, I found myself being selfish. Maybe, just maybe, if I lost this game after everything I went through, I could die and find peace with the people I lost. I could join them and leave with the feelings I have for him, that he possibly realized, unsaid. I could finally end it all. The night terrors, the time I spent searching for him, my cigarette addiction, mourning what I lost and what I couldn't have, yet at the same time not enjoying the money I got form the games. Who could enjoy that? Who could possibly enjoy living the life that I live.

He spinned the gun, and its tip pointed at me. Without a second thought, I took the gun and placed it by the side of my head. A few seconds later, not looking away from him, I pulled the trigger. Noting happened. That chamber was empty.

I put the gun on the table. I barely had time to move my hand before he took the gun, placed it by his head just like I did and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He sighed in content as he placed the gun back on the table, smiling at me almost lovingly. I knew.

I took the gun and placed it by my head again, but before I could just pull the trigger he spoke up.

"I've always wondered how you made it out of there alive." He smiled before he laughed a little. "For, one thing, you were even terrible at ddakji."

I said nothing, glaring at him. I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened once again.

He looked at me, impressed by my luck so far. I looked him straight in the eyes as I threw the gun on the table. It slid over on the other side, right in front of me.

He took the gun after he took a moment to just look at me. Not breaking eye contact, he took the gun. Leaned over to me until he was basically touching me, pointing the gun at me. Then he did something that I did not expect at all. He put the gun in his mouth.

Motherfucker.

He pulled the trigger. I winced a little. Nothing again. He laughed at my expression as I tried my hardest to keep myself composed. He slowly took the gun out of his mouth before sitting back, putting the gun back on the table.

I took the gun and as I was about to place it by my head he spoke up again.

"What's the matter?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows. "Is your mind starting to race?"

I scoffed slightly.

Motherfucker.

"Now your odds of death are 1 in 2." He nodded. "That's pretty high indeed. I'm sure you're afraid, darling. Lots going through your mind."

I said nothing.

"Let me guess what you're thinking right now." Motherfucker. "'The gun is in my hand. Screw the rules. Pull the trigger once or twice, and I can blow his face off.' Isn't that right?"

I kept looking at him, glaring as I did. All while he spoke. "If you and Gi-hun want to meet the person you mentioned earlier, the key is in my pocket." At that I allowed my eyes to travel all over him. "You can simply shoot me with that gun and take it. But I'll have you admit one thing."

He took a moment to pause, my hand still holding the gun by my head. He leaned over once again.

"That you're a piece of trash, just like Gi-hun, just like everyone else that was in the games." He leaned over more closely, our lips practically touching as he spoke. "A piece of trash who got lucky and made it out of the dumpster."

He laughed as I pressed the gun against my head, our lips barely an inch away from each other's. This was it, I thought to myself. This round will determine if I live or die. I tightened the grip on the gun, my knuckles turning white again. I pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

He looked at me, then at the gun and then back at me. I started to chuckle lowly, like a maniac. Perhaps I was one. I watched his face closely as I pulled the gun away from my head. The grip on the gun still tight as I pointed it at his chin before slowly opening up my palm, waiting on him to take the final, real shot.

His hand touched mine. I felt him and myself freeze at the contact as he took the gun from my hand. I pulled my hand away as he looked at the gun.

"What's the matter?" I taunted him, my face mirroring the smirk that he always wears. "Is your mind starting to race?"

He said nothing as I spoke to him.

"That's right. Screw the rules. Now, with a single pull of the trigger, you could kill me." He looked pale at my words. "But... before you leave me forever this time. I'll have you admit two things."

He looked at me as I brought my hand at his cheek, wiping a little bit of blood on his face.

"You put a mask on your face and do whatever your master says. You run, bark, and wave your tail for them. You're nothing more than their dog." I told him before my voice became gentle.

He waited on me, his eyes soft.

"And regarding this." I said as I waved my hand slightly between the two of us. "You really are a dog. A dog that loves me. And... perhaps I am a fool, too. Because I love a dog that could've made it all work out for us but was too much of a coward to do so."

I leaned over to him, my hand landing under his chin, holding him.

"Admit it." I whispered as we looked each other in the eyes. "Admit that you love me, that you did ever since you gave me that fucking card."

For a moment, there was silence. His tortured eyes, looking at me. I knew. I always did. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, for a moment. This would be the last time that I spoke to him, that I could look into his eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

All of a sudden, there was a loud sound followed by blood spraying my face as his body fell backward.

I stood up and walked over to him. I don't know how long I stood there, but after a while, I felt a tear sliding down my cheek. My hand touched my cheek as I whipped it away.

Motherfucker.

[inbabylontheywept]

by tradition, the first day of the camp was spent pranking the group next to us. our prank was ziptying the zippers on their sleeping bags together. we figured one of them would sleep with a knife, because we all slept with knives, because we were dangerous maniacs and half the danger of a dangerous maniac is that they tend to think that they are Actually Normal. so. obviously that didn't pan out, and instead they got stuck in their sleeping bags for like half an hour and because their scoutmaster slept in their car and couldn't hear them yelling, they actually only got out when one of them went full caged animal and chewed through the plastic. which meant they had time to make it to the axe throwing station, but they did miss breakfast.

the scale of our victory was impossible to understate. it was an epic prank. unrivaled. the best in years. we knew they were going to retaliate, and we both feared and craved it. maybe i'm still a maniac, but that feels like a common thing, right? do well adjusted people that are not maniacs crave Judgement?

(serious answers only please, from people who would never spoon a knife.)

anyway, the next day we got back to our camp, and the neighors had skipped dinner to just come back and fill all our tents with pinecones. which was like, a decent prank, i guess, but it probably took them an hour to fill all the tents up, and it took us like 15 minutes to tip the tents out, and as a return volley to the ziptie prank it was incredibly underwhelming. we felt a little cheated.

so our scouting group held a council, and we agreed, unanimously, that our prank was 100% better and theirs sucked and that there would be no escalating tensions because we were the clear victors. they'd had their chance to retaliate, and they failed, and so the war was over. that was it.

we agreed on this. we swore. but madness is a relative thing, and in our group of maniacs, we still had J. i have many, many J stories. too many. i biked up to school with him from 4th grade to 8th, and i saw him get hit by cars thrice. he'd just swerve into the road sometimes. one time on a rainy day in 4th grade, a car splashed me, and before i could even consider my response J yelled I GOT THIS and then he blitzed off after the car. i didn't see him the rest of the day. i was so anxious i barely slept that night. i saw him the next morning and he told me that he'd chased the car until it got to a gated community and then he'd climbed over the fence and looked in peoples garages until he found the one with the car, and then he'd ripped the hood ornament off and broke their window. then he gave me a hood ornament to a different brand of car from the one that splashed me and i didnt tell him because i didnt want him missing more school. i want you to mentally adjust your mental model of the things a 9 year old is capable of doing to include chasing a car for five miles, hopping a fence, breaking into a garage, and vandalizing a randos car.

and that's just the tip of my J stories iceberg.

the point of all this is just to say that J was so crazy that he made us knife spooners look like accountanting enthusiasts.

so we agreed the war was done, and we shook on it, and then J, in the name of friendship, in the name of honor, in the name of avenging our pinecone filled tents, snuck over to their camp that evening and fornicated with a watermelon that they'd been saving in their cooler.

i want to emphasize, again, that this was not the consensus of the group. that is not a prank. like i know it seems like we dont know what pranks are because of the whole ziptie thing, but even we knew that fucking someones food is not a prank, it is a crime, and a sin, the kind of weapon that had only been ethically used once in history by Horus in his battle against Set and none of us dumb assholes had owl heads.

so.

the next day went pretty well. we threw some more axes again, which is a valuable and important skill for children to learn i guess, and we learned how to tie knots, which is a skill that turned out to be far sexier than i ever expected, and i learned how to light fires with a magnifying glass, which was great. i'm looking back at this, and i am actually just now beginning to realize that the clear and obvious point of scouting is turning child sociopaths into apex predators.

and then the day ended, and we went back to our camps, except for our leaders, who had a sort of Scout Leader Meeting they were going to have for a few hours at least. it was built into the camp, that day was supposed to be our day to chill as a group, and make peach cobbler, and just be buddies.

except, as it turned out, our neighboring group's alternative to making peach cobbler was eating their watermelon. so at some point they opened their watermelon, and woo boy. oh man. you think catholics hated seedless watermelons? you should see how much mormons hate seeded ones.

so we were chilling by the fire, and then we heard screaming from the camp over, but we didn't pay much mind to that because there are many reasonable explanations for a group of 10ish children to scream simulanteoulsy, such as wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then the screaming got closer, which did not bother us because there were many reasons for a group 10ish children to scream and run towards us, for example, wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then we noticed they had large sticks on them, which we figured were perhaps being used to drive away the wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then they arrived and they started beating the shit out of us, abundantly, in arizona.

so we ran into the woods.

now, at this point, we had no idea what was up. we knew that the camp next to us was out for blood, which was crazy, because we'd actually locked them in fartproof bags for 30 minutes and they'd barely done anything back, and were trying to figure out what could possibly have happened that could drive them to Terrible Violence when we realized that J was cackling like a witch that had learned how to order children off of ebay.

so we politely asked J what the hell he had done, and he politely explained that had "done" their watermelon, and we politely beat him with large sticks because life is nothing but endless cycles of violence.

we were still being chased by the other camp btw. so it was them, chasing us, chasing J, and then they got tired and went back to their camp, and we chased J a little longer because we were mad we'd all been walloped with sticks, and J did not care because he was a supernatural entity whose only weaknesses were Needles and Fire, and then we got tired and went back and J kept running, and we just kind of figured he would come back eventually.

he did not.

we went back to our tents, and we waited, and J did not come back. we stayed up all night, peering into the forest, worrying. our leader came back, and we did our best to hide our battlewounds, and he either genuinely did not notice or simply accepted this as part of Boyhood. then he went to bed, and we waited, and waited, and waited. And Waited. and did not sleep.

eventually, we convened again, and we agreed that if J was not back by after breakfast, we would have to tell the scoutleader about what exactly had transpired. and we really did not want to do that, because it would have meant that everyone would have gotten in a very large amount of trouble.

morning came around, and J still was not back. we went to breakfast, and we ate very, very slowly. we were afraid the other camp was going to continue their war with us, but they actually looked fairly frightened. one of them actually came to us and asked for a truce, and we agreed because we truly felt bad for them. like, yes, they did beat us with sticks, but J fucked their watermelon. we werent complicit in the watermelonfuckening but they didnt know that, and it was definitely the kind of crime that left one outside the bounds of the social contract.

and then when we could eat no more bits, when breakfast was almost done, right when i was getting pushed to go and tell the scoutleader that we needed to find J, he arrived. he was sleep deprived, and noticeably scraped and bloody, and tied to his belt was a blood squirrel tail.

and i asked him, J, where did you get that? and he said, don't worry man, it was already dead, which did not answer by question and gave me several more.

the camp ended that day, and the other groups avoided us like the plague, and it was not until some weeks later that we were able to piece together what happened.

J, in his sojourn through the forest, managed to find (or, possibly, make) a dead squirrel. he then cut off the tail to keep on his belt, because he was a weird little freak like that. he also took the dead squirrel, and he skinned it, then he tied it to a little crucifix made of wood, and he left it in the other scouting group's camp. which is why they were so scared of us.

it was such an unhinged thing to do it actually sobered us up for a while. scouting became a scary thing for us. we'd found something dark and primal there, in the place where no adult could see, and our appreciation of J as a wild ride kind of changed into seeing him as something truly dangerous. we had a sense wherever he went, something terrible would follow, and the only way to escape it was to not be there when it arrived. and so piece by piece, the scout group dissolved. it wasnt until he moved out of that ward that the rest of us started daring to go back to scouts.

and for the final epilogue of the tale:

i have a little brother who was friends with a younger cousin of J's, and the two would go to parties together in highschool. and sometimes J, who was in his early 20's at that point, would show up at the parties, and it was unsettling in such a way that it just became a known risk at parties with the cousin. and at one party, they were playing truth or dare, and J wasn't even in the room, but someone asked him the Truth of how he always knew how to find the cousin, and J said the cousin's mom had mentioned she was worried about him and the parties so he'd put a tracker in his car. and when he saw that the cousin was out of the house on weekends, he'd made a visit by, just to make sure he was safe.

then he left. and every single person at that party went over that poor kid's car. they searched the wheel-wells, checked underneath it, the works, until they found the tracker. then because they were clever, they didnt break it, or throw it away, or anything that would've given away what they'd done. they just gave the tracker to the cousin, who put it in his glovebox. and on schooldays, he'd take it with him, so J could see him in the parking lot. and on weekends, he could leave it in the garage, so he could go to parties with out Hell coming with him. because everyone that met J - every single person - knew that the only way to be safe from him was to be far, far away.