#with that chair to the back! ain't nobody forgot

[acknowledge-reigns]

I love Seth as much as the next person but y'all really out here trying to act like Roman shouldn't be talking shit about/roasting Seth when Seth is the one who started it 😂 if you can't stand the heat stay outta the kitchen, I mean damn.

[teatreeoilll]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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w/c - 1.2k content - fem!reader, hurt/comfort??, ain't nobody really gonna divorce this man i mean, please

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For the past two months, once every two weeks on Thursday afternoons, Higuruma Hiromi finds himself on a leather chair in the stifling offices of Hayashi Divorce Law. Hayashi himself is a walrus-looking man with nicotine-stained fingers and an expensive wristwatch, who leans back in his chair across the desk from Hiromi, unbuttons the top button of his Italian blazer, and eyes him with a grin that says “I’ll clean you out before you can finish saying divorce.”

The worst of it comes when you enter the room. You sit down by Hayashi, getting trapped by the scent of the walrus’s sour cologne and stacks of papers on the desk, without so much as a glance in Hiromi’s direction.

Hiromi’s throat dries up the more he sits and nods along to Hayashi’s words. He doesn’t remember much about equitable distribution from law school and he doesn’t care to - the only thing he does is tug on the wrinkled fabric of his suit and mutter variations of “Alright” and “You can have it”.

After the first meeting was over, and you left the room leaving nothing but a whiff of perfume that soon dissipated into nothing, Hayashi turned to him and furrowed his bushy brows “Didn’t your ex-wife say you’re a lawyer, Mr. Higuruma?”

To which Hiromi replied “My wife,” while clinging to the last unsigned papers that would make this statement false.

By the fourth meeting, he’s a wreck. While he sits and nods along, Hiromi notices you’re looking at him with a hint of concern in your eyes. As you open your mouth his mind fills with hope. He’d drop to his knees without a second thought for a “It’s a mistake” or just a simple “let's go home” - even though it’s your home now since he’d forfeited it a month ago.

But when you finally open your mouth, after two months of silence, the only words he hears are “What about the car?”

Hiromi looks up at you. The car. A navy blue Ford Sedan with it’s best years behind it much like himself. A Ford Sedan which only four years prior got its old wheels stuck in the wet sand of a Kanazawa beach, causing the both of you to stay the night in a nearby motel.

He remembered the motel room's crumbling ceiling and the scale models of ships that lined the shelves - below them a bed with azure sheets - which you collapsed on with a grumble, cursing out both the damn Sedan and its fucking wheels. All he could think of was how beautiful you looked with that shade of azure surrounding your skin - and by morning you’d called out his name so many times he forgot it had a meaning outside of your lips.

He’s silent for a long time. So long your confidence wavers a bit, “We can sell it,” you say, “take half of the money each.”

Hiromi awakes from his mind trip to Kanazawa and reality knocks the wind out of his lungs. “You can have it.”

“I mean it,” you shoot a look at Hayashi who looks displeased with the sudden display of kindness, “we can sell it and split the money.”

“You can have it.” Higuruma says, and Hayashi grins.

It’s already dark by the time Hiromi steps out in the hall. It takes him a few steps towards the elevator and a squint of his tired eyes to see you standing by it. It’s alright - he’ll just take the stairs.

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell him when he passes behind you. You press on the elevator button again. It’s been stuck on the 17th floor for a while now.

“It’s alright.” He assures, continuing his path to the stairwell.

“No. It’s not alright. Nothing’s been alright for a year now. Now wait here for the goddamn elevator.”

By the tone of your voice he knows he hasn’t got a choice. He takes his place next to you, shifting his gaze between the silver elevator doors, and the little screen that keeps showing “17” without any sign of movement.

A few minutes go by and there’s still no sign of the elevator. Your leg bounces on the marble floor and your lips purse before you let out a silent “What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh?” Hiromi blinks. The elevator doors ding open. The man and a woman inside move to make room for you, but you motion to them to go down, mouthing ‘we’ll take the next one’. The elevator closes.

“I said ‘what’s wrong with you.’” You turn to him. “I’m robbing you blind and you don’t say anything. So what the hell’s wrong with you?”

“You can have anything you want.” He says, noticing you haven’t pressed the button to call the elevator again.

“That’s not what I asked -”

“You can have anything you want,” He repeats. “Just don’t make me come and listen to which bits of our life you’d like to sell and which to split. Take what you like, really - Whatever’s left will remind me of you anyway and I don’t think I’ll be able to stand looking at it without -” Going insane, he wants to say, but when he sneaks a look at your face he swallows the words. The crease he got used to seeing between your eyebrows vanishes.

“I’m not making you come, you know.” You say, “If you signed it all away after the first meeting we wouldn’t have to go through this.”

He can’t make himself tear his gaze off of your face, “I know.” His fingers press down on the fabric of his suit, “But if I did that I wouldn’t have a reason to see you again.”

“Don’t say things like that.” You press the elevator button again. This time, it arrives in a flash. You step inside, and Hiromi follows. The doors slip shut.

“Then don’t divorce me.”

The floor numbers change, a rapid countdown - 12 - 11 - 10. Hiromi’s mind races. He really pushed it this time - and even though he doesn’t have anything left to lose - his heart plummets together with the elevator.

“Fine.”

“Huh?” Hiromi’s eyes stick to the numbers still, 10 - 9 - 8. He’s not sure if it’s an auditory hallucination that’s speaking.

“I said ‘fine.’”

His hand finds the emergency stop button and smashes it in. The elevator rattles before it halts.

“Did you say -”

“I won’t repeat it again.”

And you really don’t need to. A moment later you’re pressed between his warm body and the cool metal lining the elevator car. His kiss is a desperate one - open-mouthed, all teeth and tongue - with his hands running under your blouse to relish in the warmth of your skin. You tangle one hand in his hair while the other’s clinging to a fistful of his suit jacket.

Hiromi detaches from your mouth, only for a second - which is enough for you to catch a glimpse of his flushed face - before leaving a trail of gentle kisses down your neck. Unlike his lips, his hands aren’t gentle in the slightest, they hold a tight grip on your waist under your blouse - as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear the moment he releases it.

Hayashi stands by the elevator, looking at the screen that shows “7” without any sign of movement. His face grows tomato red. Two interns stand at the edge of the hall, looking at him.

“What’s he so pissed about it?” One asks.

“It’s the elevator.” The other motions to the number on the tiny screen, “If it’s stuck too long on one floor it means a couple’s doing it inside. If they’re doing it inside they’re not divorcing - and if they’re not divorcing Hayashi’s not getting paid.”

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

i don't really mind what character you use but if you are comfortable with it could you add a one sided crush the reader has on the rover (female) and jinhsi also I'm not sure how you feel about giving kids trauma so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but can you make the reader come from a bad family or had something really horrific happen in front of them {like a house fire or someone they like getting hurt} leading them to being overly protective of the playable characters

-from a certain witch from a far off land

Alr I'll do Jinhsi and Rover...However. No romance—as your original request was a kid/minor Reader. Ik there's nothing wrong with teen romance, but my rules have stated: all children are strictly platonic.

(PS - Anon ur name is so long 😭 how can I remember this glorious title?)

Teen!Reader, the...OTHER Sentinel of Jinzhou

You get the gist of it—you were minding your own business, enjoying the content of a very cool game...And boom, magical transfer into the game. You're freaking out, and next thing you know...

Welcome, you're god now. Rejoice in your own presence.

Did I mention that you've also bumped into two very special people yet? No? Too late, I just did :)

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Rover

The first time Rover met you, Rover felt 1000 times older. Like, to Jue, the draconic Sentinel of Jinzhou, they was the Arbiter General that practically helped establish the civilization. With you in the picture...and your physique...

Yes, you make them feel like a very ancient elder. Someone get this Rover a walking chair or a normal sitting chair. Maybe even a doctor, they might pass away from heart failure.

All jokes aside, Rover really gets not wanting to be special. Alright, this person's been there—everyone around them were hot on their heels the moment they opened their eyes, and that's not even mentioning the Black Shores, Jinzhou's government, the Fractsidus...

"No worries, [Y/N]. I won't tell a soul unless you're ready to tell others first." They keep your secret of being the other Sentinel of Jinzhou. Did I mention that their warm smile also gives them bonus points? They make you feel protected, and they quite literally will protect you should the situation present itself dangerous.

Also, if you want to talk to Jue but need moral support, look no further. Just ask Rover. They did it once, they'll do it again.

All in all? 10/10, this Rover ain't gonna be snitching you out to the city over their dead body.

Jinhsi

The first time she met you and realized you were the other Sentinel of Jinzhou, she was evidently shocked. You were barely an adult—you had both the mentality and the physique of a teenager! You were almost like her, in a sense, and little to nothing at all like Jue...except for maybe the power you wield.

She isn't exactly sure what to do at the beginning. She wants to bring you to the City Hall, but you were only a teenager, both in mind and heart. She didn't want to restrict you to responsibilities you barely even knew of yourself. In a case, you were almost like Rover in that way—maybe you forgot your memories of your past as a Sentinel. Or maybe you were reborn as a human Sentinel.

Regardless of the many possibilities of what to do to help you, Jinhsi's first step never came anywhere near to revealing to all of Jinzhou of the whereabouts of their other Sentinel, supposedly lost to time. You needed time to get used to everything, and she can provide that time. After all, nobody knew you were back (yet).

"Trust me, Sentinel [Y/N], I will ensure your safety as much as I possibly can. You are safe in Jinzhou." Jinhsi smiles a reassuring smile. "The people of Jinzhou will always welcome newcomers with open arms, regardless of their upbringing. We will continue to uphold our traditions, for this is something we, as a nation, are proud to continue."

Safe to say, you'll be in good hands. Such a shame though you'll have to be the one to smack Jinhsi around a few times to make sure she doesn't overwork herself. Just because she's supposedly an adult doesn't mean it's okay, okay? (Team up with Sanhua, and you'll probably win)

No matter what you choose (leave or stay) to do in Jinzhou, Jinhsi will make sure you are safe and free from your supposed bonds of being their Sentinel. After all, you do want to experience life at its finest, right?

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Man, I really need to catch up with Wuwa's 1.1 story SOBBING. I was so excited for Xiangli Yao and Zhezhi too lol—ugh, my motivation really just keeps decreasing bro. I'll try to catch up as soon as possible! Hopefully I'll do it soon— (Watch me accidentally take 30 years just to catch up sobbing)

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[xxlady-lunaxx]

The sun and its shine | {YoriiUta}

Theme: Fluff

Note: READ THE SCREENSHOT IF YOU WANT INFO OF THIS BC I AIN'T EXPLAINING SO DON'T BE SURPRISED. /j

MODERN AU

slight KokuZan ofc 💀

procrastination>>> 

/j

also this is kinda rlly fast moving along bc it's a oneshot so... sorry bout that

"Yoriichi, do we have a project?" Michikatsu asked, looking tired as hell as he trudged down the stairs alongside his twin brother.

"Yes, why?" Yoriichi said. This time it was a History project. They were supposed to make an artistic representation of one of the World Wars for a reason nobody understood since they'd just been on the topic of something completely different. 

"Wait, we do? When is it due?" Michikatsu said, suddenly looking wide awake.

His brother laughed. "In a week. Do you even know who you're working with?"

"Uhm... Sumi'?" he asked uncertainly. 

"Yes, Sumiyoshi already started it for you I think."

"Oh. Great! Who's your partner?" Michikatsu asked, grabbing a bowl from the kitchen and searching the fridge for some food.

"Uhm... the girl who sits next to me always? I don't know if you know her. Her name is Uta." Yoriichi paused. "Ah, I need her contact number."

"Why, you gonna ask her out?" his brother teased, plopping down on a chair.

"No!" Yoriichi said, flushing. "I need to be able to speak to her about the project. I forgot we still didn't have each other's number's though we often work together."

"Yeah, how the hell do you do that then?"

"We just do it at school, like staying a bit later or going there early?" he said, chomping his bread rather aggressively in attempt to hide his embarrassment.

"Boringgg, how could you go to—... Wait is that why sometimes I wake up an hour late for school and you're not there??" Michikatsu said, a sudden thought striking him. "You dump me for detention to go on a book date with your girlfriend?!"

"We're not dating!! And I did wake you up but you always go back to sleep later!!" Yoriichi said, huffing. "Are Muichiro and Yuichiro awake yet? We need to drop them off to their school before we go." 

Michikatsu rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, whatever." He left his bowl on the table and traipsed up the stairs shouting, "MUI AND YUI GET YOUR ASSES UP IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!!"

×××

"Good morning," Yoriichi said, nodding towards Uta who gave him her usual cheery smile as they sat down, waiting for the class to start.

"Good morning! How are you today?" she asked, lifting her bag and placing it on her lap, rummaging through it. 

"I'm well, and you?" he said, turning his gaze to the front of the room which was full of students filing inside. 

"I'm okay. Can we work on the project at lunch, maybe? I have something after school," Uta said, taking out her notebook and giving him another bright smile. 

"Of course. Oh! And about that, I wanted to ask if we... could exchange numbers? We could more easily contact each other then," Yoriichi said nervously, unsure what she would say.

"Oh, sure! Ah, let me find my phone," she said, laughing and going back to searching through her bag.

"Alright," he said, taking out his own and waiting.

×××

Lunch period and everyone was filing into the cafeteria, lively chatter filling the air. (y'all guess what idk how middle school or high school is like irl except from books i've read ;-;)

Yoriichi stayed behind in class, waiting for Uta to finish packing her things.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Mhm!" She stood and the two walked to the library.

On their way there, they bumped into Muzan, who was Michikatsu's boyfriend. 

"Oh, hello," Yoriichi said, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Hi." Muzan turned to Uta and stage-whispered, "Who is that? Your boyfriend?"

Yoriichi flushed. Why was it that people kept saying that?? 

Uta only laughed though. "No, he's not. We're only going to do a project in the library."

"But it's lunch time?" Muzan whined. 

"You go eat with your boyfriend!" Uta said, sighing. "Where is he anywho?"

Muzan pointed to behind them were Michikatsu was walking down the hall.

The two turned. 

"Oh, there you are," Michikatsu said, directing this to Muzan. "Let's go eat lunch. We can leave these two to their book party now."

Yoriichi sighed. "Don't cause any trouble." 

"No promises!" Michikatsu said, saluting the two and dragging Muzan away with a wink.

"...Okay, let's go to the library now," Yoriichi said, rolling his eyes at his brother.

"Alright!" Uta said cheerfully, not seeming bothered at all by this.

"You know Muzan then?" he asked as they made their way down the hall. 

"Yep! We've known each other for, like... since we were little," Uta said, turning a corner.

"Oh? Have you met my brother before?" Yoriichi inquired, tilting his head curiously in her direction.

"I've heard of him from Muzan here and there. We never really 'met', only just seen each other or spoken when he goes to steal Muzan," she said, laughing. "Have you got the part of the project you've done so far?"

"Yes, it's in my bag," he said, patting his bag.

"Mkay! Well, we're here now. Hmm... Do you suppose we should look at more of the books?"

×××

It was getting late and Yoriichi trudged through the halls of the school, having stayed back to wait for Michikatsu who was in detention—who wouldn't say why he got it. 

Finally—finally—Michikatsu met his brother in the hall, an annoyed look written all over his face.

"I'm finally out!" he whined. 

"Yeah, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't gotten yourself in trouble again," Yoriichi said, sighing. 

"Not my fault you're such a goody-two-shoes," Michikatsu huffed. 

"You're the one who insists on making a lot of trouble... Shall we go now?"

"Yeah, okay."

As they walked home, Michikatsu recounted his day. At one point they'd decided to tell each other how their days went as they went home and it became a sort of tradition between the two.

"And... then I had detention and Prof. Urokodaki was being real strict again. What about you?" Michikatsu concluded, turning to his brother with a grin.

"Me? I mostly went to my classes and did my project with Uta," Yoriichi said. "Nothing quite so eventful about my day."

"Oh, Uta? Right. She and Muzan are friends," Michikatsu noted, walking backwards to look at his brother while he spoke. "Yorii'?"

"Hm?"

"Do you like Uta?"

Yoriichi spluttered and nearly tripped onto Michikatsu. "What? She's my friend! So, no, not like how you're implying," he said, flushed. 

"But your face is literally redder than Muzan's eyes right now," Michikatsu said, poising his hands on his hips. "You do like her!"

"I do not!" He didn't, did he?

"Yes you do! You always look so happy when you talk about her," he said, jabbing a finger at Yoriichi's chest. "Just admit it!"

"I... I do not like her like that," Yoriichi mumbled. "Let's go home now. We're only a few blocks away," he said, moving quickly around his brother and dashing off. 

×××

"Muzan!! I have something to tell you," Michikatsu hissed into his phone, glancing at his door. 

"Hm? What is it, my love?" Muzan asked curiously.

"Yoriichi likes Uta!! It's so obvious but he keeps denying it. Anyways, you know Uta, do you know if she likes anyone?" Michikatsu said quickly, lowering his voice. 

There was silence for a second before Muzan burst into laughter. 

"What??"

"Uta was just telling me she had a crush," Muzan explained. "She said he asked for her number so they could work on their school project together or something and she went on gushing about how happy she was."

"...Yeah that's probably Yorii' then," Michikatsu said. He flopped down on his bed, his eyes still keeping a close watch on the door. He and Yoriichi shared a room, as did Muichiro and Yuichiro, so he had to be careful. Yoriichi was currently helping their younger brothers with their homework, though, so they had a little time.

"Mhm. Want to do something about it?" 

"What do you mean?" he asked, hearing the smirk in Muzan's voice.

"Let's set them up. Ooh! We could invite them to go on a walk and coincidentally run into each other and then I'll steal you and we'll spy on them," Muzan said.

"Alrighty. When do we go? It's literally the middle of the week," Michikatsu pointed out. 

"Yeah, uhm, how about tomorrow? Wednesdays we have less class time, so we can go in the evening?" Muzan suggested.

"Great! Text me the place and I'll tell Yoriichi to go with me there for a bit."

×××

"We rarely go on walks now, it's so nice to be out just... like this!" Uta commented, smiling as she skipped along the path.

"Yeah," Muzan said, his mind on the fact that they had to be at the park in less than two minutes and they were still fifteen minutes away from it. "I'll race you there!!" he said, dashing off.

"Hey!!" Uta whined, running after him.

They got to the park, tired as hell, but they were there. A bit late, though.

Muzan spotted Michikatsu looking confused at the tree they'd said they would meet at and pointed there. 

"Uta, look! It's Michi and Yoriichi," he said, pulling her there.

"I'm still tireddd," Uta pouted, but followed him. 

"Oh! Funny to see you here," Michikatsu said, looking relieved. 

I'm sorry we're late, Muzan mouthed.

Michikatsu shrugged. 

"Yeah!!" Uta agreed to Michikatsu's previous statement. "What're you two doing here?"

"Walking. Muichiro and Yuichiro wanted to come here," Michikatsu lied, pointing to his two youngest brothers who were climbing on top of the swing structure... 

"Oh! They're so grown up," Uta said, her eyes sparkling.

Yoriichi agreed.

Michikatsu and Muzan's eyes met and the two seemed to be trying to tel each other the same thing before they made loud excuses to go check on Yuichiro and Muichiro to make sure they didn't fall and break their heads.

"Hmm, hello, Yoriichi!" Uta said cheerfully.

"Hello," he said, nodding at her with a nervous smile. 

"It's really pretty this evening, right?" she said, moving her hands in a wide motion in front of her as if she were displaying a work of art.

"Yes, the sunset is beautiful," Yoriichi murmured. Like Uta. She was beautiful too. 

"Do you like walking outside?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"It's nice. I like the air when it's a little colder, makes you feel... alive," he commented, nodding. 

"Ohh, yeah!! It's nice for a little breeze anyways. When it's warmer I get drowsier," Uta said, tapping her chin. "Your brother is very lively, you know. He's always getting into trouble."

"Mhm." Yoriichi averted his eyes. Did she like livelier people? He had never been like Michikatsu, able to jump from one person to another. He'd always been quiet and on the shyer side, afraid to speak up unless it was important or amongst people he knew and trusted.

"You seem to be a lot better at keeping calmer though!" Uta said, smiling. "You're also lots more relaxed, I think."

Yoriichi looked up. "Oh..! Thank you?" he said quietly.

She nodded. "Mhm! I can never keep too quiet and I'm too energetic. Someone told me they would tape my mouth shut if I kept talking but then Muzan told them that he would tape them to an electricity pole in the middle of a tornado and they shut up," she said, laughing. "He's too harsh but he means well."

Yoriichi raised an eyebrow. People didn't like her energy? "I... I admire your energeticness. I never know how to be that social so... I keep quieter. You have a friendly quality to yourself that I find comforting," he said, offering her a smile.

Uta stared at him for a long moment and he felt like he'd said something wrong before she tilted her head and gave him a shy smile. "I... Thank you. No one really tells me that. I only konw that they like talking to me if they don't leave," she said, laughing nervously. 

"Really? I would've expected more people to compliment you..." he said, trailing off when he realized what he just said. He flushed and turned away. "Uhm... Let's go check on my brothers and Muzan. Make sure they're not causing chaos?"

Uta nodded, her smile growing and her cheeks tinted pink. 

×××

Over the course of the next few weeks, Michikatsu and Muzan continued finding excuses (to not make this so detailed/j) bring Yoriichi and Uta closer together, making up random things so they have to leave them alone together or inviting them over only for Yoriichi and Uta to third-wheel them, eventually going to a different room to talk. 

Somehow, neither Yoriichi nor Uta caught on with these antics no matter how obvious they were. It couldn't be more conspicious and yet Michikatsu and Muzan still managed to get by all of this with everyone but the two victim's noticing.

And finally, their work paid off.

Because they were seriously running out of ideas.

"Alright, we'll leave a note to them asking to meet at the café, right? Then... pretend Yoriichi and Uta sent them to each other, I guess?" Michikatsu said, listing it out in his head.

"Right. There's another place across the street from it we can go to to watch them," Muzan said. 

"Okay! It's settled."

×××

"Uta?" Yoriichi said, surprised to actually see her there. He'd recognised her handwriting—although it looked a bit messier than usual—and had come here to meet her.

"Hi! You... wanted to meet me?" Uta said, smiling.

"Oh! I thought you wanted to see me."

They stared at each other for a second then glanced at the café they stood in front of.

×××

Inside the café, it was very noisy and they struggled to find a place to sit after ordering their drinks.

"Soo, how're you?" Yoriichi asked, tapping the table mindlessly, unsure what to say.

"I'm fine! It's such a nice day out, no?" Uta commented, her voice ringing much clearer through the noisy din. 

"Mhm."

They waited a bit, their minds both on the fact that this might as well be a date.

Then, quite simutaneously, they said, "Can I tell you something?"

They started at each other for a second and then Uta laughed, causing a smile to spread on Yoriichi's face. 

"You can go first," he said gently.

"We can say it at the same time?" she suggested.

Yoriichi didn't know how they would hear each other then, but he agreed. 

"On the count of three," Uta said. "One, two three."

"I think I like you," Yoriichi said at the same time Uta said, "I like you."

They blinked.

Flushed, Uta said quickly, "Y...You do?"

"Yes..." Yoriichi mumbled. "V...Very much so." His cheeks were a blotchy pink and both of them averted their eyes, unsure what to say.

"Uhm... Do you want to go out?" Uta asked nervously.

"I... I would!" Yoriichi said, his eyes shining much like hers did quite often. 

She laughed. "I'm so happy!"

"Me too," he said. "Me too."

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WAHHAHSHA THEY'RE SO CUTE I'M GONNA CRY 😭

SHIT ENDING BUT YAYAYAYAY!!!

i forgot i was gonna say smth else but my stupid ass mind forgot what it was

Oh also

the title used to be "shy" bc i didn't know what to do BUT!!

i like this one better

like Yoriichi is always the sun but Uta literally is a ball of sunshine like-

[antiquatedsimmer]

Eddy reclined in his chair, a weary reflection in his eyes. "I've seen the darkest sides of folks when times are tough, and desperation creeps in like a venomous snake. But you know, in them moments, you do what needs to be done, no matter how crooked it may seem. Ain't nobody else's damn business to judge ya for it."

Helena delicately brushed back strands of hair that had fallen across her face. "You don't know how much this means to me. In this town, most folks turn a blind eye to me, It's exhausting, being constantly weighed down by their scorn." She let out a weary sigh.

The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across the cabin walls.

"But how? How did you know I was there?"

Eddy scratched the back of his head, a hint of sheepishness in his expression. "Y'know, darlin', you left somethin' behind. Your vanity, to be precise."

Helena's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of amusement and curiosity dancing in their depths. "My vanity? "

Eddy chuckled, "Well, when I was fix'n the place up, I couldn't help but notice you forgot it when you left And trust me, a lady like yourself wouldn't willingly venture out without it."

Helena's laughter echoed through the cabin, her voice filled with mirth and a touch of mischief. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, adding to her enchanting allure. "That ugly thing? Oh, bless your heart! I happened to swipe it off that grumpy old spinster, Mrs. CrumpleBottom's front porch."

As Helena delicately washed the bowl in the basin of water, Eddy stood up from the table and leaned against the worn pie safe. He watched her graceful movements, his gaze filled with admiration.

Helena's voice carried a gentle sincerity as she spoke, her eyes focused on her task. "Forgive me if I struggle to find the right words, but it truly amuses me, Eddy. The lengths you went through, the risks you took, just to return that simple vanity to me."

[strawberryhierophant]

In the Box: Writing Practice

I do the girls a service. I put them in the Box. I wish someone would do the same for me. I wish there was a Box for me.

They don't like it. The girls don't appreciate it. I can't blame them. It isn't pleasant. But God knows it's better than the alternative. It's better than this.

"How's the missus, Derrick?"

"The missus is fine."

She's in the Box, I could say — or really, I couldn't say, not to him. He wouldn't understand. Nobody does, not anymore than the girls understand, not like I do.

"Almost lunch," he says. I can smell the stench of onions on his skin. He works too damn close to me, all the time.

Behind me, the rhythmic hissing of saws and hammers and measuring tape bears down on me. I have to stop myself from glancing back all the time at the god damn sound of it. The wood men themselves are quiet enough. They work silently, but I can feel them there. I an hear their shuffling footsteps, their heavy breathing back there behind me.

I look ahead. I look down at my work, assembling the chairs, piece by piece. I try to ignore the feel of the men behind me, and think of the precious Box.

"Brought mine," he says, standing much too close, holding his paper sack up in the air and giving it a wave. He grins at me like an idiot.

"Forgot mine," I lie. That way, I won't have to sit with him, or any of them.

The energy in the warehouse shifts at lunch. There's no bell, but work stops, and men seem to scatter. They whoop and holler. The pounding of their feet fills the air like the sound of a million birds taking flight. I can't hardly see from the damn sound. When they push past each other, crowding near me, as they rush to grab coffee from the break station, I can't hardly breathe. It's like being stuck outside in a tornado. I drop the chair I'm assembling and hurry away, to the bathroom.

"Where you going?" he asks, his voice sharp.

"Hey, where you going?"

The question pursues me like a knife at my back. I walk faster.

The Box, I want to say.

I close the bathroom door. Quiet. Almost silent. I let go a long trembling sigh. The cold tile seems to keep the bathroom nice and cool. The hum of the AC in here keeps the voices and other sounds out. I wipe the sweat away and think of the girls, how lucky they are.

They didn't like going in the box last night. They never do, not any of them.

There's a pounding at the door.

Occupied! I want to scream. I lean over the cold sink and turn the handle, breathing hard. Water rushes out of the faucet.

"Hey! This ain't a private room! Open the door for the rest of us!"

Tonight, I'll take an extra girl. For the Box. If this man leaves, I'll do two girls instead of one.

"Damn it!"

There's cursing and muttering, I think. The footsteps retreat, I'm pretty sure.

I turn off the faucet. I wait by the bathroom door. The man is gone. But I listen to make sure, pressing my ear to the door.

Tonight, I'll empty the box. The girls should be done by now. It's been a few weeks. I'll do two girls tonight instead of the one.

I unlock the door and go to turn the handle. The sound comes flooding back. Men chortling and cursing and howling. Outside of the warehouse, truck engines rumble. I step back into the bathroom for a moment. The sound quiets.

I think about the girls. How lucky they are to be in the Box. They don't even know it. They won't know, until tonight, whoever they are.

I step out of the bathroom. The sounds assault me instantly. Shouts and stifling heat and blinding light. The whole world feels like a giant cocklebur sticking me. I wish I could get away.

"There you are!" he says.

I think of the Box. I'll do the girls a service tonight. They won't like it.

"Where have you been?" he says, following me.

My hands ball into fists, and I almost fall upon him. But he hangs back and I escape.

"Where you going?" he asks.

In the Box, I want to say. But I don't. I won't. I can't.

But the girls can. I'll make sure of it.

[iamshay]

One thing people that I have networked with since I came into streaming things all start from blog tv I meet someone idk if that's true what he said to me is only god knows. We have been everywhere. you now bought a blog tv. you now and then +youtube just watching videos. . justin tv, twitch, mixer,trovo now kick. When I knew about streaming these stupid kids were not even born.

I made a connection with people and befriended and today I am still friends with her like a sister from another mother fact we exchanged numbers cuz we connect since blog tv now. we watch each other grow into women. Alongside, I have been associated with people I have traveled around streaming.

These people get ego by dick ride to get famous and they get recognized for the ego getting into their heads. and all sudden they think so fucking highly of themself, they forgot themself. when they nobody it all view botted. the fact is the admin himself. told me this

So this issue is on kick. this admin is a doll. He has been very doll with so far. and came back to when he could. So if they get rid of view botted all these people who think so highly of them will lose their viewership to fucking to 10-15 viewers. They fucking, not train or knut both are ogs from twitch or adin get natural viewers. none of them. So this full issue. as I have posted what I gave context and their multi told their person that knows to code and owns live bot. This kinda behavior ain't going to make kick look good. I am not one making it look bad only those with check mark goes around harassing other because they are butthurt cuz I call them out directly to the person that is view botting 600 views or 200 views their chat fucking dead. they would be like my boat just 10 viewers without a view bot. he try to gaslight me and tell me I am confused. Mr nobody even said he ain't nobody. You got somebody to get fucking target with the view bot. hater usually never want to see anyone successful why would they view a bot when it's so clear you friend the person that owns the live bot. he tries to claim that he ain't allow talk as blame on kick staff. that he is not allowed to tell me how u cheat the system? so that's what he said to me in the DMS.

That is from the admin picture. I am a blurry name cuz he has been a doll. he has done me no wrong. I am fucking call out those people who do me wrong and pretend to be supportive when they are not actually preaching.

I am like you do me wrong I will speak my mind and call you out with receipts. I have blocked all of them.

Pathological lying, also known as mythomania and pseudologia fantastica, is a chronic behavior in which the person habitually or compulsively lies. These lies often serve no obvious purpose other than to paint oneself as a hero or victim, depending on the circumstance.

this is what they all are. Doing the crime and playing the victim when they got zero proof I already leak all the dm. I have not deleted anything. they nickname calling me. I am not perfect but when I am wrong I going to defend myself. I never said I was perfect. nobody is fucking perfect.

As I said, they can twist, and flip the narrator to their liking without fucking proof. that i have harras them. Point my views about how kick left and right getting it cuz they got verified suggestion channel is fucking the dumbest. The thing should be earned. not given. you can see in DMS convo with igypc and i. This thing.

the fact they are willing to click on hot tube streams and sit on their chair with zero life hating on women cuz their content. DONT FUcking watch then. As long they dont show porn. and if that was not allowed I am pretty sure would be not verified or allowed on the kick. These people fucking hypocritical when it's their circle friend that does titties and only fans they are cool with it. But when others dont dick suck them and agree with everything they say. they going for your neck and harassing u.

IF you are a female with logical fucking brain thought kick preach the rules you are mistaken. The fact one of the people harassing brag about knowing Eddie and that if he told Eddie or other higher up he would have my ban. IF that case. They going proof my point. I came to try this platform because I honestly thought I would be felt welcomed and not harassed as I experience on twitch. But the difference about it was twitch actually did something about it when I send screenshots and proof just like I did with this one.

I am not saying Eddie or this owner or higher-ups are like this. I judge people by their actions. if they actually like that this individual aka baba. as you see in the video vod i post on youtube u can hear that guy scream telling his friend to go over and tell that B** what she does.

I am not gonna personally shut up about it. I will tell and show everyone I connect with and my network I know over twitch anyone I meet this what actually encouraged and these streamers all are a group that vouches for each other and gets stupid verified bruh. they are the ones entitled to what they deserve to get without earning it. some of them earn it cuz of their socials got a big following but I notice in discord multi people check saying they got verified and they spam even in general to people that are in the same boat and dont stream that much. just cuz she is helpful I am helpful too. I dont go around asking people to vouch for me. checkmark is fucking badge of verified not a partnership and another hand they say it is. I would put a pass on them msg kick staff for not even give a shit about me because of how hateful they are. the loudest outspoken person they feel threatened.

people don't like me because I am brutally honest and speak my mind. I don't follow fucking trends hate or wave of these big streamers or celebrities. have my own mindset and personality and opinion.

Nobody on that call they did on stream literally was the support they turn the whole shit on me. They flip and twist shit my words that I never said. just cuz she most sub and I know she probably bloc and ban me. and does not handle is m going to call her on it for flip whole attitude her ego has gotten into her head. she never came with an open mind and even if she ask if want join in her chat on the call I said no. That means no. it's like asking a person to be in the same room as their rapist. if you want me to be on the same call as all the guys that were harassing me. and mocking me as me watching the whole vod u can see in her vod real talk vod title. she say a lot and I was in tears. u expect me fucking be able to talk when I am not ready mentally and emotionally to talk about it.

It is an insult to the victim to have him/her explain why the behavior and/or actions of the bully hurt him/her! The behavior/actions of the bully should be self-evident of wrongdoing without the need for the victim to explain how exactly they hurt him/her! Imagine for example bringing a bigot who used offensive and lewd language against another person for several weeks before finally someone stepped in and decided to resolve the conflict. And that person decided that it was a good idea to bring the victim and the bully to a table to discuss things, asking each party to explain how the actions of the other party affected him/her and in doing so, it influenced his/her actions. How would the victim feel talking about how it felt to be subject to demeaning and derogatory remarks that made him/her feel worthless! Shouldn’t the words of the bully alone be condemning enough without having to drag the victim into it?

just fucking imagine how close minds all of them are.

Narcissists tend to twist the facts to make the things they do seem less bad!!!

and this is exactly what they did.

[100yearoldcomics]

April 23, 1922 Abie the Agent by Harry Hershfield

TOP PANEL [ID: Abe looks at a sales display of a radio box with stethoscope-like headphones attached to the right and springs poking out of the left. On the front-facing side is a hand crank and two dials. /end] Sign: Carry it around with you! The Radiograph! Messages received at all hours, under all conditions from all parts of the world! Absolutely reliable! Abe: I can't afford to be without one of them!

MAIN COMIC [ID: Abe puts his hat and coat on at the end of the work day. He turns to talk to his coworker, Meyer. /end] Abe: Listen, Meyer, I'm playing poker by Sigmund's house tonight. I usually win heavy right away, so at nine o'clock, you call me up there on the phone, like if it's important business! Then I can leave. You ketch my meaning, Meyer? Meyer: Perfectly. You can depend on me, Abe.

[ID: Abe sits down at a poker table with three other men. Sigmund sits opposite him, dealing cards. They both smoke cigars. /end] Abe: Now for a long night, Sigmund. Only important business could drag me out of here, tonight! Sigmund: You got your lucky streak again, Abe!

[ID: Abe leans back and puffs out smoke rings. /end] Abe: I hope nobody calls me on the telephone!! Sigmund: You must be at least $50 ahead!

[ID: Abe looks behind himself, annoyed. /end] Abe: How quiet, it's by you here. No telephone ringings or nothing! Sigmund: Ye-eh! I'm raising you $5.

[ID: Abe begins shaking with morose worry. Sigmund looks pleased. /end] Abe [thinking]: Now I'm losing. Phooy, that's what comes from sticking to this game!! Sigmund: ...and again a raise of $10, Abe!

[ID: Abe starts pacing around a small table that holds Sigmund's telephone. /end] Abe: I'm terrible superstitious, boys. I got to walk around the room, for luck!!

[ID: Abe leans forward in his wooden chair, his nervous mind stuck thinking about the telephone. /end] Other Player: I'll see your ten, Abe and raise you five! Sigmund: I'll raise it five. Cost you ten to see, Abe!

[ID: The phone starts ringing. Abe turns back excitedly. /end] Abe: The phone. Maybe it's for me??

[ID: Abe is surprised to see Sigmund get up behind him and overtake his stride. /end] Abe: What?? Sigmund: That's the door bell! I'll answer it!!

[ID: Sigmund lets a telegram boy into his foyer. The boy hands Abe a letter. /end] Telegram Boy: Telegram for Mister Kabibble. Collect!

[ID: Sigmund follows Abe as he walks back to the poker table, reading the telegram. /end] Sigmund: Important? Abe: Dear Abe, Couldn't get you on phone regarding important business matters. What's wrong? Is it too late? = Meyer

[ID: Sigmund cheerfully lights a cigar as a frustrated Abe goes to the coat rack. /end] Sigmund: Oh, I forgot to tell you, Abe. My phone is disconnected! Abe: And if you ain't a coward, you'll have it fixed by tomorrow. I'll have a few things to call you up about!!

[hamiltimedaadadada]

You Ain't Slick Pt 4

Alexander x Reader Word Count: 1863 A/N: really creative title, I know (I forgot I said I was going to post this today I was in a hurry)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You hated that he had this type of effect on you; you hadn’t for a moment stopped thinking about him, but didn’t have it in you to act on it. So, you did the only thing you thought reasonable to do—you asked Angelica.

“I knew it!” She exclaimed, hitting you gently in the arm, repeatedly, in her excitement, “I knew he likes you! He makes it so obvious, he’s got googley eyes on whenever you walk into the room,” she laughed, practically vibrating in her chair. “And, I know it’s not really what you want to hear, Y/N,” she said, suddenly lowering her voice, “But you DO owe me ten dollars.”

You rolled your eyes; “We can go to the diner later,” you deadpanned, “Now tell me what to do!”

“What do you mean,” Angelica laughed, “He didn’t ask you out on a date?” She asked, furrowing her brows.

You shook your head; “I may have been avoiding him,” you replied, nearly ashamed.

Angelica groaned; “Y/N,” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “What am I going to do with you?”

You shrugged, kicking a stone the two of you passed by,

“Go talk to him! He’s a cute guy; I mean, definitely the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, but cute nonetheless… And you like him, too, don’t you?” She asked, eyeing you expectantly.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know,” you answered earnestly, “I’ve never really thought about it before; he’s always just been my friend. Before he kissed me, I was going to tell him NOT to kiss me, but he just cut me off…”

Angie sighed; “So you don’t think you like him?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

You shrugged; “I don’t know,” you sighed, “When he kissed me I DEFINITELY liked him… And I haven’t stopped thinking about him… But I can’t tell if that’s because I’ve been trying so hard to avoid him, or because I have feelings for him,” you explained, before looking up at her, “I think I’m just confused.”

“Understandably,” Angelica agreed as she pulled out her phone. “It’s Hercules,” she sighed, “Said they’re all heading to the diner… Wanna go with them?”

You had a moment of an inner-war with yourself, before Angelica stopped it.

“You can’t avoid him forever,” she said, “We just have to rip off the band-aid.”

You nodded your head, begrudgingly, “You’re right,” you sighed, “Let’s go with them—I owe you a meal, anyway.”

“Good,” Angelica grinned, “Because I already told them we’re on the way.”

***

At the diner, Alex, Lafayette, Hercules, John, and Emma were sitting in your usual booth; they all had milkshakes and were sharing a few plates of fries. Across from Alex was your favourite flavour of milkshake, and beside Emma was Angelica’s.

You grinned awkwardly, taking what you assumed to be was your seat. “You got me a milkshake?” You asked to nobody in particular, as you took a sip.

“I said I’d buy you another, didn’t I?” Alexander asked, trying to hold eye contact with you.

You looked down at your drink, awkwardly; “I didn’t think you’d remember,” you admitted shyly. You hated that he was making you feel like this. You were kind of awkward in general; you didn’t need a stupid boy coming in and making it any worse.

“A man of my word,” he replied, pushing his plate of fries towards you; “Hungry?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

You just shook your head.

“You don’t have to worry though, Alexander,” Angelica grinned teasingly, “We were just at mine, we had some snacks there.”

Emma laughed in response, nudging Alexander with her shoulder, “Our little worry wart,” she grinned, stealing one of his fries for herself.

She had been feeling more like herself, recently. She still went into little fits of sadness once in a while, but on the whole, she seemed to be getting happier. I guess in hindsight, she was able to see how toxic her relationship was with George, and began appreciating the split. You couldn’t help but feel proud of her.

Alexander rolled his eyes while he took a resentful sip of his strawberry milkshake.

For the next hour, the seven of you just sat, talking. You and Alexander made awkward eye contact, which you always broke, not really ready to confront the situation. You wouldn’t put it past him to tackle you with it sometime soon, though.

Luckily, though, the boys had a movie planned for tonight that was beginning in fifteen minutes, so they took off. As soon as he left the diner, you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders; it immediately returned though, once you realized that it was only temporary, and that you would have to face him sooner or later.

Right when the boys left, Emma scooted from her seat to Alexanders, across from you; “Guys,” she said hurriedly, “I have some big news.”

Both you and Angelica grinned, giving Emma your full attention. “What is it?” You asked; if would be nice to have something distract you from Alexander.

“It’s Alexander.”

You seen Angelica’s head swing to look at you out of the corner of your eye, but you refused to acknowledge her, and kept your eyes trained on Emma. “What about him?” You asked, trying to keep your voice at the same level of enthusiasm.

She sighed, her eyes wide, like a child’s; “I think I’m starting to really like him.”

Angelica coughed uncomfortably; “Really?” She asked, sounding somewhat disgusted, “He’s kind of a player,” she said and you instantly knew what she was trying to do.

“Angie,” you said warningly, finally working up the courage to look at her, “He’s our friend.”

She widened her eyes at you, her own warning. “I was just saying,” she said more gently this time, turning her attention back to Emma. “We all know him…”

“You don’t think he’d be good for me?” She asked, nearly pitifully.

Angelica shook her head softly; “It’s just… You and George just ended things… You don’t think it’s too fast?”

Emma shrugged her shoulders; “He’s just so different than George… He’s so sweet, and understanding, and smart, and… I don’t know, I think he’s really cute,” she explained, making your stomach sink the tiniest bit. “I thought you’d be proud of me for moving on.”

“And I am!” Angelica said quickly, “It’s just… Moving on to Alexander?”

Emma sighed; “If you don’t think it’s a good idea—“

“I think it’s a good idea,” you cut it, “It’s great that you’re moving on. Two weeks ago, leaving your room was a huge deal, and you’ve come so far already. This is perfect, Emma.”

Em smiled at you, appreciatively; “Thanks, Y/N,” she beamed. “That means a lot to me.”

Angelica bit her lip, but didn’t say anything more.

***

“What were you thinking?!” Angelica exclaimed as you flopped down on your bed, ready for her spiel, and getting comfortable for it. “Now I wholeheartedly agree with Alex—you’re nuts. If you like him, go get him! Why would you hand him over to Emma on a silver platter? You’re crazy, Y/N, crazy in all sorts of ways.”

“Angie,” you sighed, “I don’t even know if I like him—and it’s not like we were anything, anyway, we just kissed a little bit. It’s not a big deal!”

Angelica rolled her eyes; “It is too a big deal!” She argued, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “And so what if you don’t know if you like him or not! That means you should give yourself time to figure it out, not totally dispose of him! Y/N, why would you… I have never been this frustrated before.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s hyperbolic, Angie, and you know it. I’m okay! I’m fine! I’ll just… Find someone else. I couldn’t be with Alex, anyway…”

“And why’s that?” She questioned you, placing her hand on her hip.

You sighed; “He’s so… You know… Open… And emotional… And I’m so not. It wouldn’t work!”

“That’s ridiculous,” Angelica sighed, “You’re crazy emotional—just not when it comes to guys. And even if you won’t tell me why, I know that’s true. I don’t know who hurt you, or how they did it, but Y/N, you’re letting that interfere with all of your potential relationships! Alex is a great guy, who’s so into you! And you just… Let him fly on by, all because you’re too afraid to be vulnerable with a boy?”

You rolled your eyes, but she just kept on going; “And don’t tell me I’m wrong, because I can see it with my own eyes, and I know it’s true,” she said knowingly, raising her eyebrows, challenging you to disagree with her.

“You don’t think I know that?” You groaned, “Of course I do! I’ve been dealing with it since forever—I just need practice, and maybe I just need to be with somebody… Less emotional… You know, somebody who’s kind of an asshole, to help me get out of my dating funk.”

Angelica rolled her eyes; “Y/N, that is, no offence, the stupidest idea I have ever heard of.” “Angie!”

“It’s true,” she exclaimed, “You’re just trying to get out of feeling things, like you always do! You haven’t been ‘dealing with this since forever,’ you’ve been AVOIDING dealing with it since forever. And I hate watching it, you’re like a self destructing robot; you just go around blowing yourself up, over and over again!” She blurted out, “And I’m tired of seeing you give yourself wholly to other people, never leaving anything for yourself, and refusing anybody giving you anything back! I am not having it anymore! You have to tell Emma what’s going on between you and Alexander. And you and Alex have to work this out. And for once in your life, dammit, just do what’s going to make you happy, Y/N. Seriously. I’m sick and tired of this, you deserve to be just as happy as the rest of us,” she asserted, looking you dead in the eye.

“Angie,” you sighed, biting your bottom lip gently, “I’m just afraid,” you said, urging yourself not to cry and break down, for what would the millionth time over this exact subject. “And you said it yourself—you can’t make Emma feel something she just doesn’t feel, and you can’t make me feel something I don’t feel. I can’t be with Alexander, because maybe I do like him a little bit; but admitting that is only going to make me vulnerable, and give him all of the ammo he needs to really hurt me—“

“You think he would hurt you?” She asked, “Y/N, if you think that he would do anything that could ever, remotely, hurt you, you’re wrong. You’ve seen the way he cares about you, you’ve seen how much he likes you.”

“Yeah, well, George started off really liking Emma, too, didn’t he?” You challenged her, biting your lip harder, “And I don’t want to go through that, especially not with Alexander,” you argued. “And you’re just going to have to accept that, Angelica.”