#MEANWHILE HE SHOWS UP IN HIS EVERYDAY CLOTHES

[keroppidreams]

oh my god hes so lame

#💭 dreamer's thoughts #🚬smoky vice commander #EVERYONE IS DRESSED UP #MEANWHILE HE SHOWS UP IN HIS EVERYDAY CLOTHES #LOOKING SO SERIOUS #what r u singing vice commander

[livewithyura]

you may have just written the perfect smut….. So you have inspired me: Dating Tekken 6/blood vangance Jin Sfw and Nsfw headcanons

Tekken 6 Jin x Fem Reader! Headcanon ! ✦( sfw/nsfw )

Pairing : Tekken 6 Jin/Fem reader .

Warning : MINOR DNI , NSFW.

Answer : OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH! I was embarrassed by myself while writing smut , thank you for that words! That's a hard request since Tekken 6 Jin is a TOTAL JERK! But I also think he has that 'twisted' kindness in him since he's born to be a Kazama child! Hope you enjoy anon , I'm not that expert in writing and I tried so hard to keep him in character. I hope I done your request nicely .

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ REQUEST OPEN! [ ALL TEKKEN CHARACTERS ]

Information about request : Sorry! I will try to do it faster! I have a history exam in next week so just put it in my inbox I will make sure to make it. But don't worry I will try to do one or 2 in a day . I just organize my time for my writing so you guys can still request! Btw all of the request are so good! probably will make it!

SFW !

Jin's love language's totally 'act of service' . He's not good at paraphrasing his own words . He also believes that actions speak louder than words . You always find yourself receiving a bouquet of flower and Your comfort food at your own table . He will also write 'it reminded me of you' on a sticky notes .

He's a frickin CEO of a big military company , he must be rich asf but he never admit it . He always hands you his black card as casually as if he were giving you a piece of paper. He also will spoil you too much . He will bring you to a lavish restaurant and shopping trip just to spoils you .

You receive a gifts almost everyday . Expensive jewelry , a big ass teddy bear , flowers .

Yes, at one point, you mentioned your love for reading books, and he went ahead and bought the book café just for you.. "You know the book café from street 191?" "Yes...wait...DON'T TELL ME YOU JUST--" "It's yours now" "EH WHY?" "Princess , I tell you It's yours now . Don't let me repeat myself"

You can order a coffee or other beverages for free and read a latest popular book in there .

He will also act like he's busy with work . But thinking the fact you will go alone is much WORSE .

"Jin...I thought you have a business call?" "the meeting wrapped up early , I kinda bored so I'm here to be with you . Please appreciate my effort as I willingly to join your stupid shopping spree" Meanwhile his inner monologue : [I hurried over as soon as possible because I care about you, damn it.

"Stupid shopping spree..? If you don't want to be here then it's okay? I don't ask you to be here , you can rest" "For you [Y/N], I would rather be bored 'here' than being alone without you"

More textual evidence that shows he's actually care for you Whenever you're leaving his side while choosing clothes, he goes into a frenzy trying to find you. "Please search for [Y/N]," he immediately instructs his bodyguard to locate you.

"I'm right here dude" "god dammit [Y/N]" after that , you will make fun of him .

Yes , you're his pet . But whenever you're mad or hurt he will switch up and be your pet . "Do you want anything princess?" "Are you sick? You don't eat the dessert that I bought for you , tell me what's wrong?" He will positioned himself below you whenever you're sick or mad at him .

This man would prefer to endure an awkward conversation with you than be separated from you.

He always invite you to his office whenever you're free . "So..Jin..what do you want?" "Just stay"

He rent a penthouse just for you two to hangout , the penthouse symbolize the sense of comfort in himself . He becomes incredibly open about himself when he's in that penthouse with you.

He will have a shower with you , sitting in the bath up and caresses your body/hair/face "Even when you're being incredibly annoying....I still love...I will always come back to you.." He said that while stroking your wet hair .

He will put you into bed , "Can we just spend the entire night..with you on top of me...princess?"

Also , he will picks you up with his motorcycle . "Hop on , princess. I will take you far away from here...if you don't mind?" He will leave a slight smirk while looking at you . "So evil" That's the words that entertain him .

NSFW ! [ MINOR DNI ]

He's dominant , he want to be on top of you , bullying your sweet little cunt with his huge cock . He always remind you , your place when he's in charge . "Who do you belong to , princess?" "You"

He enjoys public sex but not too much , he still want a privacy . He loves the fact that you try to not make noise while his cock bury in your tight little cunt . He loves to fuck you in his office and um his HELICOPTER . [ whenever he's alone , he ask Nina to leave him with you in his helicopter ]

He also don't care when he's on the phone , He will fuck your pussy anyways . "This is Jin" He picks up the phone while his dick's still inside of you continue to fuck while he discussing his business with Nina or Eddy .

"Where's your panties , sweet little thing? My sweet princess really want to cum in my private helicopter hm?" He said that while circling your clits while his hand firmly grasps your chin.

He loves to see you playing with yourself , he bought a toy just for you to play with it . Watching you fucking yourself with his toy that he bought for you just send him into paradise . "Yes princess , cum for me" he said that while his eyes ogling your body .

Whenever you're not with him , he will make you wear a vibrator . You think it's hot so you just agree with it until you clit is swollen and wet because of it . Finally you face him in his office "Lift up your skirt , princess " He will remove it if you're not comfortable with it . He will apologize seeing your pussy being wet because of the vibrator . "Sorry princess , how was your day?"

He loves to place you on his lap , make you riding his lap while he bounce you on his leg . "Say the magic words princess"

Then he will make you hop on his cock .

Oh this man love spanking you but only when you're disobeying him . "Count for me princess" then he start to spank your ass while your entire body on his lap . "I don't know this spanking session can make your cunt this wet , princess"

He don't like to breed you or cum inside you .

Instead , he will cum on your face . "Ah...Such a messy princess"

★ Written by @livewithyura Why you want to copy this crap? I also take inspiration from my fav romance novel . You can reblog and share !

#tekken #tekken x reader #jin kazama #tekken x y/n #tekken fanfic #tekken smut #tekken fanfiction #jin kazama x reader

[hiroshiii13]

Bingqiu thoughts

There’s this post on twitter about the possibility of Bingqiu fighting about money because SQQ grew up as a 2nd rich gen while Binghe grew up poor. So what if they decided to leave their sect and start w/ only the clothes on their backs?

I still think if they were poor Binghe would work more jobs to get them by so SQQ wouldn’t feel wronged for choosing him. And SQQ would see his silent struggle and consciously pick lower grade items.

When they have a bit more money, Binghe saves up for softer robes for SQQ.

SQQ makes money teaching locals to read and write. SQQ buys him something more frivolous, like a fancy comb. (You can’t get the rich 2nd gen out of him).

It gets used everyday and it’s Binghe’s favorite thing. SQQ uses it on him daily, to tie his hair up before he starts his day.

Meanwhile, the robe is only used during special occasions when SQQ needs to look his best.

A robe and a comb. BH gives SQQ something practical that he thinks too precious to use frequently. And a comb made of ostentatious materials yet worn from years of using daily.

It’s very much how I think they love and want to be loved. Binghe would want the best for his shizun, his nicer robes would give a glimpse to how he was as a CQM peak lord; the way LBH revered him as. And it would be very comfortable. SQQ likes that it’s very lowkey and I think he only wears it on special occasions to preserve this gift for a long time. Much like how he may not be as showy in his affections, but keeps these deeply in his heart.

Meanwhile, I think SQQ as an ex-rich young master would gift something more flamboyant. Something precious and tasteful to show his love for Binghe. He’d think, this is worthy of the protagonist. But more than this, what Binghe enjoys is the daily care he receives through this gift. Something as simple as having his hair put up by his beloved, shows him he is loved everyday.

#bingqiu #mxtx #mxtx svsss #svsss #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #hiroshi drabble

[yakuzacanons]

Je suis a dutiful and affectionate woman 🧚🏼‍♀️ The type of girlfriend to act like a wifey, right? In my culture, it's not uncommon for women to dote on their husbands 🥰 I'm just imagining what it would feel like for Majima to get that kind of treatment: home-cooked delicious meals, pedicures, foot rubs, body worship, getting his body kissed everyday, and getting doted on 😭 Like it just becomes a ritual that as soon as they start dating she starts to kiss his hands, then it progresses to more intimate actions, paired with romantic words like: "Those who haven't seen you haven't seen a real man before."

SPREADING MY ASS CHEEKS FOR U

I forgot all of the French I learned so for a second I panicked and thought I got a whole ask in French lol. Anyways, YES I love this idea, about to go nuts with it right now. Headcanons below the cut.

Majima is absolutely not used to being doted on. He might react adversely at first as he's confused at what's going on. Why're you doing all of this for him? Why're you being so nice? He's baffled.

More than anything though, he's grateful and he's scared of losing this feeling. Being able to let his guard down and to feel cozy around you is a blessing and he doesn't want the feeling to end. It may take some time for him to get used to it at first though, but be patient as he loves it just as much as you do.

Majima is actually very affectionate but he's not domestic. He's not messy but he doesn't have time to decorate his place or make home cooked meals, so when the two of you start dating and you suggest cooking a meal for him someday, he's like "A home cooked meal? Can't remember the last time I had anythin' like that..."

Your gentle, doting nature is a shock to him as most people, men and women, are quite intimidated by his presence. It shocks not only him but the others in the Tojo Clan to see you happily approach him and kiss his gloved hands before asking how your day is. Most of the men are like "Where did Majima find this person?!". Meanwhile, Majima thinks it's so cute that he could pass out right then and there.

Slowly but surely he does become accustomed to it. He would never be so harsh as to totally rebuff your approaches, it just takes time for him to understand. Once he does, he's totally into it. Next thing you know, you'll be greeting him with hugs and kisses on the cheek with members of the Tojo Clan watching in awe in the background questioning just how Majima ended up in such a cute relationship.

When the two of you eventually move in together, you'll start decorating the house: pictures from PrintCircle framed on a bookshelf, both of your toothbrushes in a little holder by the sink, the closet neatly organized by your clothes and his. It's amazing how much his living space has changed now that you're here. The space feels very loving and cozy and helps him relax.

After a long day of work, he'll come home to find you at the stove, apron tied neatly around your waist, and a smile on your face. He's still not used to coming home to a clean house with food waiting for him but he's so happy and he shows it by wrapping his arms around you from behind before gazing over your shoulder at what you're cooking and saying "Whatcha doin'?"

It doesn't matter what you cook, Majima will gulp it down and ask for seconds, heartily yelling out "Umai!". One thing he will do is help you wash the dishes. He really appreciates your help around the house and tries to repay the favor by doing dishes or bringing in the laundry when it's dry.

He really enjoys when you give him massages and he totally falls asleep afterwards because he's so relaxed. Things like pedicures, foot rubs, and facial masks confused him at first when he saw you do them but when you suggested he try it too, he got a little flustered actually because he never tried it before. Now the two of you sit with face masks on chatting happily before bed.

Little things like asking "How was your day?" mean a lot to him. It's rare for people to genuinely check in on him. However, statements like "You need to remember to eat, honey" or "Do you want me to help you wash your back" absolutely make him melt. He might get shy and deflect to hide how flustered he is, saying things that are completely silly like "Ehhh, don't be silly. A REAL man washes his own back."

Kind as always, you reply with a warm but teasing "You're the one being silly." to which he looks at you with confusion. "You're a real man because you care. And because you always support the people you care about. Being a man isn't determined by things like if you want help washing your back or if someone cooks food for you." Majima would just stare at you silently, just in awe of your seemingly endless kindness. "If people genuinely think you're less of a man for it, they're wrong. Those who haven't seen you haven't seen a real man before."

Majima would just sweep you into his arms and twirl you around before smothering you with kisses. He knows he's far from perfect and he feels like he brings so little to the table with how much effort and care you put into the relationship. He's not great with words, hell sometimes he's plain bad with words, but in this moment his heart is so full and he can't help but express. Even if it's silly and you laugh as he nuzzles his face against yours, you both know that's his way of saying he loves you.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima megaphone moment #majima goro #ahhh sorry this took so long the Majima posts make my brain go brrr and I wanna make sure they are as good as they can be

[thehyperrequiem]

Cookie Run Kingdom- Gim Cookie and the Clothesnatcher

"After a day at the Cookie Kingdom Beach, Gim Cookie discovers that his belongings have been taken. It’s now up to him to take back what was stolen, but it wouldn't be easy considering that he is in a public place full of cookies."

Inspired by the fanfics made by @sundove88

Just a little heads-up; This Story is played by the Gone Swimming, Clothes Stolen Trope and the Barbie Doll Anatomy Trope (With Scenery Censors for fun). So, hilarity will ensue for this exorcist...So yeah, enjoy! 💚🧿

It was a beautiful day in the Cookie Kingdom, everything was calm and peaceful, and every cookie are doing their average everyday life, and nothing strange ever happens...well, almost. Somewhere in a deep dark forest, a Goblin is flying away from something, er someone, and the one chasing the goblin is the famous exorcist; Gim Cookie, with his Gim Talisman in his hands he runs towards the Goblin, trying to catch up with it. "You shall not cause any more trouble, you vile creature!" he said with a brave tone, and he throws the talisman at the goblin, and he unfortunately missed, but he is not giving up that easily. Through many twists and turns in the forest, through taunts from the goblin, and getting dirty in the progress, Gim Cookie finally exorcise the goblin with his gin talisman and the goblin’s taken care of. The exorcist stood there- catching his breath while slouching and sweating, and then he stand up afterwards and went off to his Vacation house.

His Vacation home looks like some house you can find in Yakgwa, but it is green like seaweed, and it has Gim Talisman to ward off any evil spirit away from his vacation house as Gim Cookie enters the beach scenery. The green haired cookie sighed, he is looking forward to give himself cleaned, that forest has not been treating him well; his hair is messy and dirty with sweat and random small branches, his hands are dirty from the dirt he recently tripped on during the search for the goblin, and he smells of sweat as he takes off his hate and put it on the ground, it's a good thing that his vacation house has a good source of water for him to clean, the exorcist let out a exhale of relief and said "Time to get myself cleaned."

After taking off his clothes, folded them and put them on the ground, Gim Cookie walk towards the beach's shore and dipped himself into the cool water. He relaxes and starts cleaning himself up, while his pet, Goblin Wisp uses its magic to clean up his cookie's clothes, which it leaves after it is done, which everything went perfect for Gim Cookie, but what he doesn't know is that he's going to be in for a crazy day, because we see a camera view of what's behind him, it get closer to Gim's area, and then it turns to face the clothes of the exorcist and then, everything went black...

While meanwhile, Gim Cookie was relaxing after a good cleaning in the water, he absolutely loves the gentle sounds of his vacation home's chimes, the waves, the seagulls, fabric- Gim Cookie's alert went up from the sound of fabric being moved and he looked around, it came from the spot where he put his clothes at. He gets out of the water and back on land, with a beach rock covering his lower parts and his body showing off scars from previous exorcisms as he looks around for the source of sound, but when he looks at the spot where he puts his clothes at- "My clothes!" he gasped, how did this happen he wondered? And that is when he found out who's the culprit; a Spirit with ribbon arms holding onto the clothes.

With no hesitation, Gim Cookie chases after the blue spirit with a gin talisman covering his lower parts. "Stop!" He shouts, "Give me back my clothes!" but the spirit didn't hear him, it just went fast. The exorcist tries to catch up with it, which while he is chasing the spirit, he figured out the spirit's identity. "I should've known, I've been attacked by Clothesnatcher, a mischievous entity who steals Cookies' Clothes without them looking, leaving them in a humiliating state!" He is catching up to it, and just when he is going to throw his talisman at it...

He tripped at a rock, losing the Clothesnatcher in the process...He gets up from the ground while dusting himself off and look up where the Clothesnatcher went to...and just when he is going to continue chasing it, he heard cookies walking and talking. Gim Cookie, not wanted to be seen like this went off and hide in a trash can. The cookies who were walking was none other than Strawberry Cookie and Gingerbright, who were talking about what Gingerbrave did on the water.

Gim Cookie peeks from the trash bin and looked around his surroundings, seeing that the coast is clear, he gets out of the trash bin and goes behind it. This is just great...Him, the famous exorcist in Yakgwa being put into an embarrassing scenario where a runaway spirit has stolen his clothes and he's out in the open, in his birthday suit! "Why does this have to happen on my vacation?" he grumbled in annoyance, he has to get Clothesnatcher, but where did it run off to?

He looks around and sees that it is heading towards east. He can catch up to it without being caught in public, and so, the exorcist uses his swift quick moves to get himself hiding from the cookies, from hiding behind Soda Cookie's Surfboard by sneaking behind the surfer cookie to hiding behind Herb Cookie's potted plant, which Gim Cookie gets out of there right before Herb Cookie gets to the plant, and afterwards, he finally getting close to the spirit when...

"New friend..." Gim Cookie felt something grabbing him and holding him in place, he turns his head to see what's the source until...his eyes wide in shock, there's a cookie hugging him, and they wouldn't let go! He struggles to get the strange cookie off of him, even pushing their head away from him, but they never letting go of Gim. "Please, let me go, I am in a hurry!" Gim Cookie pleaded the mushroom cookie, but they wouldn't listen to him. "Ooohh, smooth skin and fresh smell, want a shroomy?"

"Poison Mushroom Cookie! There you are!" A shrilly voice was heard and it belonged to Licorice Cookie, and he seems annoyed that Poison Mushroom Cookie is pestering the cookie that he grabs hold of the small cookie. "I was wondering where you went off to, where is that shaving cream for schwa-“ he stopped at the sight of Gim Cookie, making the emo cookie stutter in shock and then he shouts “Good Grief he’s Naked!”. Panicked, Gim Cookie pressure points the two cookies, knocking them into sleep, he sighed in relief “That was close.”

Now he needs to get his clothes back and fast, he ran and ran, avoiding attention as he run while his family jewels are being covered by various scenery objects, let’s hope he doesn’t-

“Behold Brother, the sand sculpture of my Roller!” Roll Cake Cookie was done making a sand sculpture of his Road Roller, and Pancake Cookie who is his brother have acorn jellies with him. “Do you think it can store my acorn jellies?” “I do not see why not, how about a test? The squirrel boy cheered “Hooray!” And just when they start to, Panicaie looks at Gim and asked “Hey Bro, why’s that strange man running?” His brother chuckled and starts to turn to face Gim cookie “Oh he’s just going out for JoooOh SWEET HONEY ICED TEA!!” Roll Cake Cookie shout in horror as he quickly covers Pancake Cookie and shouts at Gim “Put on some clothes, there’s children out here!!”.

Gim Cookie then ran quickly out of sight, and then there was trouble. “Dear child! Put some clothes on!” Shouted Millennial Tree Cookie who was in the middle of a standing sun bath and saw Gim running naked. He kept on running and hides behind a palm tree, but that didn’t help because that the attention to Oyster Cookie and Captain Caviar cookie who were middle of their conversation.

Gim Cookie ran off to hide after making Oyster Cookie faint and Captain Caviar Cookie just shout in disgust “By the divines, put some clothes on!”. Gim Cookie then runs to a bush and got himself covered, this is not working out for the exorcist at all, he tries to think about what to do to get himself not embarrassed when Chili Pepper Cookie, who was in pocket picking spree bumped into him during his hiding.

“Hey!” She barked “Watch where you’re- Naked!” She was shock that she bumped to a cookie who doesn’t have clothes on, while Gim Cookie was covering his lower bits. “Miss, I’m sorry for what I’m about do, but I need to borrow something from you.” The red hair got confused, but before she can do anything, she got pressure pointed to sleep by Gim Cookie. The exorcist wasted no time, he grab her Bandana and wrapped it around his waist, now he is ready.

After putting a piece of paper that is written into a little apology note on the sleeping thief, Gim Cookie ran off from hiding and continue the search for the naughty spirit who stole his clothes. He’s been thinking that if he can view from above, that will cover up ground and he will find the spirit in no time. He climbs up from a tree and hops on the roof of a vacation house, looking around for the spirit, he continues hopping roof to roof.

He stops at the roof because he saw the glimpse of the spirit still holding his clothes continuing going east, it is heading towards another forest. He is going to continue the hopping, when he heard a wolf howling, his eyes wide and turns around, only to find that Werewolf Cookie just howled at him for showing his green moon. Werewolf cookie open his eyes after howling, which his face shrank and blush, he cover his face in embarrassment and ran off repeatedly saying sorry, and afterwards Gim cookie does a aside glance on what just happened..

He forgets about what just happened and continues hopping roof to roof when he ended on a roof where it feels like he is on a tight rope. He tipped toed on the top when all of the sudden, he lose balance and fell on a pole where he is hanging on with his limbs, and as if anything can get worst, he saw a seagull on the same pole he is holding and it crane its neck at Gim, which then turn into stealing because it grab the bandanna with its beak. Gim Cookie tried to swat it away, which it worked but it took away the bandanna in the progress. Gim Cookie reaches the flying bird with a worried look and then he slipped off!

Meanwhile, the Ancients were having a friendly conversation with drinks when Gim Cookie drops and landed on the porch where the Ancients were looking at, he gets up and ran off because he noticed that the ancients were watching him; Pure Vanilla faints, HollyBerry does a spit-take, Dark Cacao’s Jaw was dropped, Golden Cheese covers her eyes with her wings, and White Lily just stared in shock, Meanwhile Gim cookie kept on running, trying to ignore the other cookies’ reaction of him being naked and he exclaim “My apologizes, the spirit took my clothes and this is all part of it!”.

Gim Cookie managed to get away from outside and into the inside, he crawled out of the vent and landed on his feet and hands, looking around in a place full of steam with steam covering his lower region, he starts to wonder where he is right now. "Where am I?" he asked, but he is soon to found out because the steam reveal big boy cookies with towels wrapped around their waist. "Oh no" he warbled "I'm in a public bathroom!" "That's right, newbie" a masculine voice said as a big shadow rise, only the shadow belongs to Capsaicin Cookie, the big guy of Scovillia as he let out a chuckle "And what's a seaweed like you doing here? Looking for a towel?" "Well actually I was here to find my clot-" Gim got interrupted by Capsaicin's laughter "Well now, looks like we got a newbie. Boys, get out your towels and start whipping!" He shouts, and every boy cheer, taking the towel out of their waist and made them stretch into towel whipping shape, grinning mischievously at the shocked exorcist whom which he responded with his face turning into a nervous smile. Gim cookie dodged through the towels and tried to get through, but no matter what the guys block his path, he has no choice but to jump! He hopped on head to head and when he landed on the floor, he got cornered by men. “Get Him!” Muscle cookie growled, and the boys started obliviously hit each other with towels, unaware that Gim Cookie quickly crawls away from the action and then gets out of the bathroom before they notice.

Gim Cookie sighed in relief that it was over, but he is still naked as he gets up and dusted himself. “This is getting ridiculous” he bleated “I need to get my clothes right away.”, but he wonders how would he do it without getting humiliated again, and that is when he bumped into some cookie. He fell on his bottom while covering his groin and he saw who he bumped into; Elder Custard Cookie, the head of House Custard. He looked at Gim in disgust and said “I say, have your folks ever heard of clothing??” “Let me explain, a spirit has taken my clothes and I need them back, do you have any spares?” The Bearded one scoffed “As if I gave my clothes to some peasant who reeks of wet sea grass, and I don’t help naked freaks, so go find your own clothes.” The exorcist frowns in offended and scolded, “First, I am not a naked freak, and second, it is not nice to say such words in front of an exorcist such as myself, so you better watch yourself, for there will be consequences for your ego.” “I am not scared by your words Greenie, I am the head of House Custard and there’s nothing that you can do to faze me, now buzz off” Elder Custard bellowed. Gim Cookie could see why the cookies don’t like this guy, he is so arrogant and selfish, he clench his fist and growled “Do not try me, I am being humiliated long enough.”, Elder Custard cookie shot a glare at the exorcist and sneered “And what are you going to do about it?”.

Elder Custard Cookie was knocked out by Gim’s Pressure point and got his clothes taken off by Gim Cookie and Gim Cookie put on the clothes, he gets out a sticky note, writes some little guide down and puts it on the naked cookie. He opens the boys bathroom and tossed Elder Custard into it, and closed the door, making Gim Cookie ran out of the bathroom as the cookies in the bathroom were starting to have fun with Elder Custard.

Gim Cookie ran out of the scene and make his way into the forest, where he can sense that he is getting close and then, he stops and sees the Clothesnatcher. “Clothesnatcher, your days of humiliation are over!” He shouts, the spirit turns around and see the cookie as it reveals a stack of small bird like spirits with one of them has long ribbon like arms. He gets close to it and asked in a scolding tone “Why did you take my clothes?” The bird stack let out squeaks because it turns out that the stick of bird spirits were just looking for clothes as shelter for the hot weather. “You took my clothes because you were hot?” He asked, and the Clothesnatcher nod yes.

Gim Cookie felt bad, sure some spirits were bad but not all of them are, those things took his clothes for a good reason and he thought that it was mischievous. Then, looking at the clothes he’s currently in gave him a good idea. He said “Wait Spirit, let me offer you a deal, if I gave you this clothes that I am wearing and you gave me back, I will let you go.” The bird heads look at each other and then back at the exorcist. “Please, these clothes I got will make you feel like you are rich, and I need my clothes back.” The spirit lit up at the word Rich and they accept the trade. “Great, thank you.” he grinned.

Later, Gim Cookie puts his own clothes back on and left Elder Custard’s clothes with the spirit, he left the forest with a relieved look that he is thankful his embarrassing nakedness is finally over. “Gim Cookie there you are!” A friendly female voice said, he looked and see that Okchun Cookie is here and she’s running towards him. He smiled and asked “Okchun, where you have been?” “Oh I do apologize for my lateness sir, I was just getting my Mochis ready and I didn’t know which one I should get for you, so I did assorted mochis, hope you do not mind.” He chuckled and sighed “No, I do not mind a bit, I could go for one after the craziest thing happened.”, Okchun was curious about what happened to him, but they shake it off and went off to his vacation house when…

SLAM! The Bathroom door was closed and Elder Custard Cookie was out of there, catching his breath from what he has gone through in the boys room, he walks away from it feeling uncomfortable. “My word, have those guys heard of manners?” He scoffed, but then…”Guys Look! That cookie’s naked!” It was Devil Cookie who said that while pointing at the elder, everyone turned around to face and then, started laughing at him while pointing at him! “What is the meaning of this?!” He yelled, only that he looks down and saw that he is naked! He blushed hard, cover up his lower regions and ran off, he gets to Gim Cookie who covers Okchun Cookie’s eyes “Sir, can you spare me some clothes? I don’t wanna be seen like this!” He asked, Gim cookie said with a karmic smirk “Oh I am sooo sorry, but I do not help naked freaks, so go find your own.” And then, the laughing and pointing continues as Elder Custard continues running off, trying to find his vacation house while screaming in embarrassment, and then Gim Cookie uncovers her eyes. “What was that about Gim? That guy doesn’t have clothes on.” “Well looks like some spirit has taken his clothes and he didn’t believe it.” He chuckled as the elder ran off to the sun, making panicking sounds as the circle transition closing at his butt.

A Gim Talisman appeared and it says “END” at vertical lining.

#one shot #fanfic #crack fic #funny #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run ovenbreak #crob #gim cookie

[bengiyo]

Dangerous Romance Ep 8 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Sailom told Kanghan that if he wants to be his lover he has to get with his friends. Sailom told him he couldn’t just use his money for that, so Kanghan tagged along with them to buy supplies. Kanghan tried to be tough, but he’s a rich boy who passed out in the heat. Then the show decided to have Sailom be unsteady on a bus he uses everyday so Kanghan could catch him. Auto suggested Kanghan actually use his money for them since they’re broke, and so Kanghan took them to a club. The police showed up and caught Auto. Kanghan stepped up to help rescue Auto, leading to problems for Kanghan’s dad. Kanghan missed the final point of their football match, but Guy told Sailom to go take care of Kanghan because he and Auto already knew. These two are now official in a moment that was supposed to be cute, but irked me because they made Sailom look dumb again. Meanwhile, Saifah has wormed his way into becoming the grandmother’s caretaker, so he’s definitely going to fuck this up for everyone.

Visually I think Papang and Chimon were a good choice to play brothers.

I need someone who grew up in Asian school systems to explain how the grading system works. In the US, 65 is still a failing grade.

I think I’ll have to ask one of the Thai speakers later if Kanghan did a cute thing with pronouns when they translated “faen-ja” as “boyfie”

Perth and Chimon are cute together. I really hope we get a better show from them next year.

Aren’t their rooms connected by a bathroom? Why would Kanghan hide behind a curtain? This boy is so dumb it’s painful.

Okay, he’s not as dumb as I thought and got out on his own. I’m glad Saifah didn’t find out about them within a day of being around here.

Guy and Nawa want to fuck each other so bad it makes them look stupid. Now they’re feeding each other and excited about their scheduled fight. Oh, boys.

I’m not even sure how I want to read Sailom being frustrated with Kanghan about not showing up for tutoring. This show seemingly wants it to be about Kanghan’s ability to change and the impact on the romance, but for me I’m still focused on the debt looming over Sailom and Name’s willingness to inflict violence on them for that.

Curious about the grandmother buying the expensive medicine for Saifah. I half-expected him to consider stealing the medicine and selling it to use a generic instead, but now he’s faced with someone choosing to be kind to him.

Yes, let’s check in with Pimfah to reassure the audience that Sailom is misunderstanding Kanghan and he should maybe not be mad.

The cinematography of this apology scene is good, even if I feel like the stakes are constantly shifting in this show.

Oh, right, the windmill analogy.

I do enjoy a training montage.

Glad they didn’t make Perth shave his legs.

The scene work between Ging and Saifah is actually really good.

Is Nawa about to go fight this man in crocs? He’s about to be like ole boy on that Birmingham dock.

Where is my GMMTV variety content of JJ and Euro hanging out and trying restaurants?

Another boy who wants his clothes to smell like his boyfriend. I’m okay with this.

Why is Sailom being precious about intimacy?

I do feel for Kanghan crying in happiness that he achieved something he worked hard for and having someone be proud of him for it.

Why the hell is he paying Saifah in the watch he accused him of stealing? This feels suspect as fuck.

Goddamn. There goes the dad undercutting Kanghan again.

Perth is good whenever the direction is clear.

It’s very weird having the rich boy and poor guy pairing going with the same shit going down in Only Friends with Sand and Ray.

I wonder where these two will run away to. I still don’t think I get Sailom.

Next week: We’re surprised when a card gets canceled while trying to him ‘em up style. Sigh.

It’s really worrisome for me when the best parts of a BL are happening in the side character drama. The best moments this episode were mostly around Saifah, because I just don’t get what’s going on with Sailom.

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Everlasting Flower: Nae Sarang~Lies of P Fanfic: Chapter 1: Safe Haven

Posted two chapters in one day! Enjoy! Make sure you check out the prologue before this one. ~Finally in the safe place called Hotel Krat, Rhosyn takes the time to get herself treated and settled in the new place she can call a shelter. She ends up meeting some folks. She recalls not everyone or everything is a safe space.

~~~~~Safe Haven~~~~~~

Glimmer light washes away the darkness behind the structural doors as the heels of the rusty boots click on the tile floor. Each heel step echoed in her ears. Her greenish-blue hazel eyes appear struck by the architectural display of the place before her. Rhosyn’s focus fixates on the center of the hall, where the large globe scares away evil. She recalled this hotel had the most wonderful balls in all of the city; a lovely masquerade evening where everyone dressed up in the finest clothes one can purchase in the finest shops, adored in elegant masks before they were a known item for Stalkers by animal masks dawned in practice from many decades ago, and cheerful smiles all around as some socialize over a cup of famous wine while others dance the night away with their partner.

A little Rhosyn attended one before - a blue ruffle dress with short puffs, a blue mask coated in some yellow flowers and white accessories she made herself with some help and black Mary Janes. Never cared about anything but being with her older brother and those she loved at the party. Even being with the one she looks up to for guidance and admiration for his excellent work, alchemist Sir Hodges; relation to the kindhearted woman who is the biological mother of the curious girl and known for being the best leader in the medical field by many townsfolk. The hotel is nothing more than a haven for those lucky enough to make it out of the hellhole alive. That’s the reality it is today.

“Hello, madam,” A sudden robotic voice bursts out of her deep thoughts. A gasp left her lips and immediately shifted all attention to the individual associated with the voice. In front of the survivor is a receptionist puppet behind the counter, his face more resembling a human compared to the other machine life forms outside. He appears professional in how his posture is presented. He’s well-dressed and mannered despite how everything else is plastic. Showing his role in the hotel.

“My dearest apologies for startling you, miss. Welcome to Hotel Krat.” Rhosyn sighs the distress out in a stitch effort to calm herself. “My name is Polendina, butler of Lady Antonia. Please let me know how I may be of service. At Hotel Krat, comfort and calm come hand and hand.”

Rhosyn wanted to say something snarky in regards to the “comfort and calm” part, as the outside world possesses the complete opposite, but she rather keeps her mouth shut to avoid getting kicked out after just finding the safe space. Listening to the gems' strong advice. It’s for the best. Instead, she wondered who this “Lady Antonia” he mentioned being a butler to. Rhosyn lets out a hiss of pain from the sting on the wrapped hand before she can ask any questions regarding the owner of the property.

“You appear in very bad shape,” Polendina mentions all while he mimics a worried tone in his voice box. “There is an empty guest room upstairs where you can rest until you are fully recovered. Here in Hotel Krat, health and wellness come together as a reliable source for everyday tasks. I will contact Nurse Signora to assist in your treatment. Please follow me.”

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Meanwhile, in the workshop on the other side of the hall, a puppet mechanoid sits on a wooden stool bending each silver finger in quick motion - checking its function status. Coat in dark hues, dark curly hair, Ergo-colored eyes, and a face caked in freckles, one would believe he’s a cute boy who does not harm, but they are wrong ... once someone faces his blade head that is. However, the one task of saving Krat from its demise would catch a lot of ladies' attention….even some deemed untrustworthy. Those being foes. That being the case, the puppet would not hesitate in striking the finishing blow after a drawn-out battle between them. You never know who to trust in these parts of the city these days. There are some in the hotel he had made allies with: One being a highly crafted merchant Eugénie; able to upgrade the puppet's weapons and alter handles with the skills she has. She had let him use her workshop while she was away (in hopes of returning safely) for whatever he needed at the time.

He’s in the process of upgrading his mechanical arm crafted by his creator when he hears a small bug chirp from the small lamp resting on the counter beside him. The bug housed inside the portable light source is a green puppet cricket, which has acted as his guide and companion ever since the human puppet woke up on the abandoned train. He halted his work

“Hey buddy, check it out. You see that girl over there? The one with a red scarf tied around her? Seems we have a new face here.” Blue doll eyes shift up from his craftsmanship; witnessing the new soul in the hotel: This new survivor speaking to Polendina appeared like a normal citizen rather than a Stalker he’d come across from time to time in his journey. However, the dirty appearance covering her from the top to the bottom tells a tale she’s a fighter - even the left hand wrapped in what looks like cloth tells a whole other story. Something about her….made him curious. As if…..he wants to know her more.

Perhaps….befriend the survivor who found her way here.

As if the moral “Never judge a book by its cover” from a fairytale story about a white ugly duck he read with Gemini while he rested comfortably on the cozy couch sank into his wire brain. He remembers how much he can relate to the bird with how many see him. Could this girl see him the way others do? Like all the other humans in Krat - see him as Geppeto’s puppet? He only blinked from the thought alone.

“Boy, she looks rough,” the lamp cricks. “She must have fought her way through the city just to get here. She’s probably a Stalker. I mean, it's not every day you see a Stalker in their normal wear in these parts. Especially one that wears a dress like hers. ”

“Thank you very much.” The relaxed voice from the new face made the hotel feel much calmer than it already is just by the hint of how kind the human girl is. The puppet boy watches the butler lead the light-injured woman to the golden stairs. A blue hue from the jewel wrapped in a protective carrier softly glows - illuminating the environment with its presence. Caught the wing of the mechanic cricket's attention.

“And…..is that ...Ergo on her neck? An Ergo necklace at best? Could she be?” Gemini says in a surprised manner. Even this made the boy tilt his head to the side. Wait? An Ergo necklace? Why does she have that? Why is she wearing one, to begin with? Ergo itself is a manifestation crystal of a deceased person's memories. There are those called the ‘Listeners” who can hear the whispers of the deceased inside the blue gem. It’s strange how one would carry something valuable on their person. That got the mechanoid questioning. He had never seen anyone wearing any jewelry with Ergo before. Like it blends in as normal jewelry. Even the pocket watch shaped much differently from the one Sophia gave him on her person caught his attention - noticing the gold style of the watch followed by a blue-colored star in the middle. Far different compared to Sophia’s Moonphase Pocket Watch she gifted him upon the first arrival.

This new girl made him very curious. What was her backstory? The puppet wants to know. She didn’t seem suspicious at first glance, but appearances can be a cover-up for what they are on the inside.

“Well pal, she must be in her room right now. We should go say hi to her. Make her feel welcome. What do you say?”

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Rhosyn is in the bathroom of the empty but safe hotel bedroom checking on her hand. Carefully unwrapping the dark cloth off as the water from the faucet runs. The cut appeared long and deep; the bleeding stopped but the pain from the cut remained. Making it difficult to turn her hand into a fist without inviting the tense reaction from the scar.

*“How’s your hand?”* The deep male voice from the energy of her jewelry asks the vessel. She dips her hand in the cold running water. “Still hurts but at least it stopped bleeding.” The faucet in the establishment carries years of historical times and manages its function to her delight. The joys of feeling the colorless chemical substance coming out from the sink onto her large red scar made her feel delighted. Finally, there is water in this disgusting new world. Thirst called.

*“You’re lucky the cut didn’t get infected. What you did back at that old bakery building was a very risky act. The wound could have been fatal if not treated properly. However, you manage to escape the large group. It seems your training has paid off. Do take it easy on yourself while we have this opportunity. A glass cut is far more serious compared to a bread knife cut. Umm….coming from experience myself.”*

Rhosyn chuckles, “Yeah. I figured as much. I’m fine. Don’t worry so much. If I didn’t pull off that trick, I most certainly would be dead. I’m just glad I got out of there….yet seeing my favorite bakery place become like that is…..” She pulls messy bangs back behind her ears - being long for her to do so, and takes some water into her palms, splashing the mess off and getting herself clean the best possible. The water felt so nice. She also sips some of the sink water due to the dire need for hydration scratching her throat. No longer so bright and cheerful eager to study and replaced a tired and stressed woman in front of the dirty mirror.

Where has that flower girl gone?

That flower girl many go to for comfort and kind words during hard times?

One where she simply sells flowers to locals in the city all the while being trained by her mentor to be a Stalker like her sibling?

Where has that girl gone?

Times change, has it?

*“Don’t hold back your tears. If you need to let it out, do it. I’ll be right here with you.”*

He was right. It’s not healthy to keep her heart locked away when all the pain inside builds up. No matter how strong she tries to play out… She needs to cry. Right now. Alone in this room.

A less dirty hand reaches for the sink twisting the water off. Boots removed from her feet settled beside the cobwebbed nightstand. She sits down on the dust-collected mattress coated in faded flower comforter sheets that must have been in the room for many years before the frenzy; she pulls her black coated knees to her better but still tired face so her chin can rest on it, wraps her arms around herself and lets the tears flow. The tough armor immediately falls off right by the first set. This wonderful city she once knew was nothing like she remembered. Puppets once a friendly addiction in the workspace become nothing but malfunctioning murderers on the verge of genocide on those who get in their way. All the happy buildings children enjoy spending time in after school are just another shelter place to escape from death.

Everything’s gone.

Taken from her.

The city’s cold…without love.

Rhosyn weeps, quietly. An ambition in her mind that this was all just a dream…..yet it was one she was living in…..and she could not wake up from. Teary eyes glance at the rabbit’s pocket watch sitting near her foot. The watch had been left open to exhibit the large clock hand moving slowly one number at a time. Tick. Tick. Tick. The only, loud sound ringing through. She closed it after the sound bugged her. The girl tried putting the puzzle together as to why the White Rabbit lady decided to help her despite their differences. What mattered most, Rhosyn wouldn’t forget her sacrifice for a good long time. Mostly it will stick in her head. That woman risks it all for just a young strangers safety. She continued sobbing the pain away. Her heart still aches. Messy locks only cover the cheeks of the face. Barely at most due to the length, she has it. The energy from the blue gem is wrapped in a handmade protective stone holder. *“Shhh…..it’s okay. It’s okay.”* The male voice in the crystal whispers. All she did was weep harder - pouring her heart in pain. The voice wished he could do so much more for the young one.

“I…..I wish…..you were still here…..I need your hug right now. Why did it have to happen? All of this?” Rhosyn clings onto the necklace tight in a tense squeeze in the palms. Rhosyn had enough: She ached in pain, exhausted from all the stress, covered in the stains of the new outside world. Her parents are no longer alive, no way to give her a physical hug. She felt….Alone. Her painful thoughts break away by the gentle knock outside of the room.

“I-I’m coming…..” The human mutters after lifting her head. Less tension scratched fingers from the brutal battles rub the tears away from her face in a flash. She got off the bed and walked towards the interior wooden door. Heavy exhale leaves out the lips in a use of collecting herself in a mental state she’s in. The sturdy old door beside the simple-styled bed (which held many memories of life before) creeks open after she’d twisted the golden knob again. Greenish-blue orbs witness the reveal behind the knock; the boy with a lamp in his hand. Somebody she didn’t expect it to be. The human girl expects the puppet nurse to appear but she is greeted by another survivor (If she can call him that.) standing in the open doorway. She can’t say he’s an unwelcome visitor but not who she should let in. If anything, she expected it to be the nurse of the establishment. He did appear friendly…..even if his expression was that of a doll….for some strange reason. The boy figures he came here to check the newcomer's condition. Couldn’t blame him for doing so, but she’s not the best when it comes to introducing herself to strangers. Socialization isn’t one of her strong suits….at most.

“Umm, hi,” she says, softly. All the tears running down her pale face dry away. Some leftover mascara can be present on her underlashes. Nervous hands fiddled on the dirty red scarf around her curved waist. In response to properly greeting the new young lady in the Glimmer Hotel, the puppet presents himself in a bow. The only sort of “Welcome to Hotel Krat” gesture he can muster at the moment. She was taken by the silent greeting he had shown. Rhosyn didn’t expect such action from the boy, as if he was also showing respect for her fight to survive getting here. Not many men bow at her before or act honorably towards her. Most paint the rose as the “beauty but a funny girl” by folks for her ambitious studies in mysterious tales she enjoys reading along with her hobby of the arts. Some kids her age in school would bully her for being a female who draws - the same words still apply in her adult age. Rhosyn would sometimes get ridiculed by rich men for doing archery all because she was a woman who needed to settle down with a proper man who would take care of her. Rhosyn didn’t want a luxurious life - she wanted freedom and to express what kind of woman she was out of anything. In the present time, Rhosyn never shows her sketch work to the public and rather keeps it in her person. Afraid of the ridicule she’ll receive. Because of how some view her, she’s been (and remains) single because of all the hatred she receives from those who think of her differently. Even those who believe a pretty girl like her shouldn’t waste her time on silly little things now that she is older. Maybe this will be different for her?

“Oh umm….you’re quite the gentleman. Nice to meet you, sir.” She lowers her torso, bowing back in return. “I uh…. see you’re a man of a few words.”

“Greetings, new friend!” The cheerful boom made Rhosyn gasp in shock. Her entire body of hers jolts up. The lamp said: “Welcome to Hotel Krat!”

“Is someone there?” Rhosyn glance her eyes around the room, trying to pinpoint where the sudden voice was. Then, the crickets chirp luring Rhosyn’s attention to the lamp in the pale hand of the owner. “Don’t be alarmed. I’m Gemini. I’m the cricket inside this little lamp here,” he lets out a heartfelt chuckle. “We’re good pals. We won’t harm you or anything bad people do. I know my pal here very well. He’s a good one. We wanted to greet you and make you feel welcome in this lovely hotel. You’re safe with us.”

Rhosyn’s gaze is in awe at the fancy-looking lamp. Eyes gloss in wonder. “How interesting, a talking cricket in a lamp.” She says in her head. Rhosyn shares a polite smile, feeling the warmth coming from the friendly bug. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you. Although, I’ve never seen a talking cricket in a lamp before. I’ve seen many blizzard things in the city in my time, but you’re quite a unique one.” The cricket managed to lighten up the broken girl - that was a positive response he hoped in achieving the little task.

Gemini achieved that goal. He’s happy for that.

All the puppet boy did was nod his head and twitch a little. His attention was fixed on her necklace then back at Rhosyn’s pair of eyes. He stood motionless, but if his face could, he’d try curving his lips upward - at least trying to appear friendly to the guest. That’s what his friends here help him work on; Still room for improvement, though. He’s at least trying his best. Not an easy task for him while in the stage of understanding the heart of humanity.

“I told you she was very pretty, didn’t I, pal?” The companion comments, the puppet just tilts his head, unaware that he is attempting to tease his good friend, or that he didn’t understand what he met. Regardless of which one, the comment flew over his head. The blue eyes of the puppet stay on the human girl. “You’re not much for words, are you?” She comments on his silent nature. The boy swift his head to the floor fixated on his black shoes. Her body leaned against the frame of the door to assist in keeping her balance. “It’s alright. I won’t judge you. Not everyone’s a talker.” He eyed back up at her soft gaze. He points at her injured hand that’s wrapped in the cloth she had put back on before disinfecting it.

“Oh? My hand?” Rhosyn quickly noticed what he wanted to ask her based on where he was pointing at. “I…..jumped through a glass window trying to escape a bunch of dog puppets in the old bakery building I used to go to as a kid. A glass shard cut my palm in the process. It still hurts, but it’s healing.” He couldn’t demonstrate it on his face, but he seemed in awe by the sheer bravery the girl committed. Going far as to risk herself from death swallowing her up. Let alone carry a nostalgic memory in a simple place he barely knew, yet Gemini had once mentioned it was best known for its best pastries and baked goods by the best bakers in Krat. It sounded pleasant before it became abandoned. He looked back at the girl in the purple dress.

“I….appreciate your concern. Umm…..May I at least know your name?” The human girl asks the kind marinette in blue. The puppet boy…..had no clue how to respond. He looked…..bewildered. He doesn’t know. Did he have a name? Geppetto never gave him a name except he resembled a lost soul. Sophia calls him “Clever One” but that’s a nickname - not a proper name. Gemini calls him “Buddy” and “Pal” and yet those two fall into the same category. No one in Hotel Krat knows his name nor gives him a name they will call him. He was known most as a puppet. Rhosyn tilts her head. She was waiting for him to answer her question. The human started to think maybe the same thought he was thinking.

“You….can’t talk, can you?” The rose’s concerned question wasn’t what he had in mind. However, the mechanical boy did shake his head at her. A deep gasp of shock rang out. The blue orbs can notice how wide the girl's eyes become. “Oh, oh god, my apologies! I-I didn’t mean to come off as rude from what I said! I am so so sorry! I didn’t know! Oh man, I am so embarrassed.” Rhosyn covers her red face with the palms of her hands. Forget about Krat, she rather bury herself in the deepest hole. Matter of fact, she rather be put in a coffin for embarrassed people like herself where they can be in and be buried in a deep hole where the sun doesn’t shine.

Luckily, both the boy and his cricket companion understand; Gemini reassures Rhosyn she did zero tension in hurting the pal's feelings. Her reaction has left the puppet perplexed. He waved his hands in a quick sweeping motion. Reassuring her all is well. There was no trouble caused.

“Heh, that’s good. Umm….I…..would let you write down your name, but my book fell out of my bag…..” That caused some trouble on both sides.

How will he tell her who he is?

Then, he gets an idea. He hands the guest the lamp having her watch over Gemini, motions to her with his hands raised at his chest moving them back and forth, telling her: “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He then left the puzzled human and a displeased cricket behind. The puppet sprints downstairs to the small library in the hotel. Beside a functional piano were a couple of large bookcases filled with a heavy selection of books. All are covered in dust but still readable based on their sturdy condition.

Perfect.

Now, where is that certain book he’s looking for?

He scanned each bookcase for a certain book to help him answer her innocent question. There’s one book in particular…. The book’s about a fairytale of a wooden marionette that grows his nose whenever he lies. A tale his father loves so much. He finally found the book and snatched it off the top shelf. There is a certain name in the story that strangely stuck out to him: The main name of the protagonist of the fairytale. He runs back upstairs to the girl's room unaware he might have interrupted a conversation they must been having with the hardcover book in hand. “Oh? You’re back. That was quick” Rhosyn expressed a positive reaction, seemingly happy he had returned, keeping his word. Her earth-colored eyes dart at the book in the metal hand. “What’s with the book in your hand?”

He opens the front page and taps his metal finger on the bold letter P on the title of the book. He looked back at the girl, wondering if she’d understand what he was trying to tell her.

“P? Is that what you want to be called?” The puppet boy nods his head at the lady. “Okay. I’ll gladly call you P if you like.” Blue robotic eyes widen in delight. Her eagerness to call him by the simple letter in a book made his metal heart inside him feel a nice sensation of Warmth. Her warm smile is the cherry on top: It appears pretty on her, like a bright ray of sunshin on a clear day. One that can light up even the darkest room in all of Krat. She’s a kind woman who is also a strong fighter; Those two simple traits the boy appreciated so much. She’s also a kind soul compared to the other Stalkers he sometimes stumbles across in the dystopian city. Caring less about P’s true idenity. He already felt trusted by her. He saw her beaming smile, indicating she was in the process of recovering from her trials from outside. Small but a effortless one which camouflage her numbness.

“My name’s Rhosyn. It’s nice to meet you, P.” Rhosyn smiles at P. She’s feeling a bit better now that there are some kind of survivors in the hotel. She can’t help but think of the particular traits that resonated with him the most: “He seems quite cute…..for a silent type. I like his hair. It gives off such a fluffy appearance. He…..even has freckles. They look so adorable. His eyes…..I’ve never seen such…..eyes. No, I just met this guy. I can’t be thinking such things. I need to find my brother and my friends after I rest here. I don’t have time to hang with a boy.”

The curious eyes of the girl fixate on the puppet's prosthetic arm. His arm coats in a color of blue and gold. She wonders if he had lost his arm in a tragic incident involving a creature. All of a sudden, her vision becomes blurry. Rhosyn begins losing her strength by the way she places a hand on her forehead. Her other hand relies on the doorframe for support. “Shit….” She cursed, the side coated in crimson red blending in with the tied scarf made her feel lightheaded. Rhosyn couldn’t even keep her balance upright. “I don’t…..feel too good.” P noticed the change in her behavior and he didn’t hesitate in offering assistance - P catches Rhosyn, catching her from fainting. His metal hand wraps her waist while the other hand holds her back. The clothed hand grips his blue shoulder tight - the other hand on the legion arm. P clings to her close, preventing her from accidentally dropping her. The silk fabric in the dress tinkles his the touch sensory system design in his mechanic hand. P’s now up close to the newcomer. He can see her face close. At that moment, the male marionette can see what Gemini was talking about before: Rhosyn is very pretty. The little short curls in her dark blonde hair made her stand out. He noticed the natural red highlights in the light shining in her short mane. Her green hazel eyes appear bright as a beautiful emerald shade; Accompanied by dark long lashes that no longer have mascara coated on them. Her eyelids were covered in light faded eyeshadow she had put on before all broke loose. Her full-shaped lips although has a cut on the bottom lip have a soft appearance. Her face had a clear look as of a doll after she washed it earlier. To him: She’s beautiful.

Rhosyn can see the small patch of light brown spots on his porcelain face up close. They appear soft and visible to him. Like a pair of fainted stars on him. She noticed how long his lashes were, and she wasn’t disappointed in them. They made his already beautiful blue eyes stand out. His grip on her is ease and the way he caught her….seemed like it was pulled straight out of a romance novel story. P already demonstrated to her how much of a gentleman he is. This position already has her feeling flustered. To her: He’s cute.

“Umm…..thank you…..for catching me from my fall.” She replies, adding a nervous chuckle on the side. Oh dear, this is so embarrassing. Another head nod leaves the puppet boy. “You don’t look too well, Rhosyn,” Gemini says. “You should get back in bed.”

“I’m fine….” Rhosyn persists.

“You almost fainted. You’re not fine.” Gemini chirps, worried. “My pa….I mean, P can take you back to bed if he wants.”

“I can walk myself over there. I’m fi….” The next minute, Rhosyn’s feet lift off the floor. Proving the strength he has despite the design of his body type. P carefully picks her up in a bridal fashion. He made sure he held the human tight, so she didn’t slip out of his arms while he carried her. Of course, Rhosyn is flustered by the action she has never gotten from any men before the puppet. Her eardrums can hear his heart ticking so clearly.

P then carefully lowers Rhosyn on the floral bed, his arms releasing her as she rests on the old mattress once again. She sits on the comforter like a delicate princess who was just rescued by a prince from a horrendous beast that had kidnapped her and locked her away in a tower. His head shifts to the side as a way to demonstrate the concern he has for the girl. Robotic springs in his body react as such. Another soft “Thank you” left the human’s voice, sharing her gratitude for the behavior he did for her. Although no matter how stubborn she may be, Rhosyn could not take a couple of steps without her becoming weak.

“You must be hungry and thirsty from the state you’re in right now. That’s not very good. Not to worry, my pal can get you something for you. There should be some leftover bread in the kitchen.” The cricket recommends upon expecting the human’s condition. Rhosyn had forgotten she hadn’t eaten any food in a long time. No wonder she feels weak right now. The sink water didn’t quench her thirst entirely. She felt so horrible. “You’re right. I….haven’t eaten anything in a long while. I need some food. Anything you can find is fine. Thank you very much.”

“Anything for our new guest!” Gemini said in glee. “You just sit here and don’t move a muscle! My pal and I will get you a nice cup of water and a good jolly meal for you!” Another crick blurts out. “Come, buddy! Let’s get Rhosyn the goods.” Pinocchio nods his head in. He’s eager to get the new visitor back to good health. P leaves the girl in the assigned room by herself beginning the simple yet important new mission quickly assigned for him in progress.

*"Hmm? He seems like a nice fella.”* The Ergo teases.

“Ugh…..stop it, you….” Rhosyn huffs.

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A bit of a warm feeling fills his heart ticking each spring at a time. He could not stop thinking how kind the human girl as been towards him. Her radiating sunshine despite her painful condition pushes away the gloomy atmosphere in the haven, providing a sense of some hope in the dread world. P, however, can’t understand why she wasn’t afraid of him like many had - Those who come across him knew his true origins. Rhosyn on the other hand, mistake him for a human. An actual human to whom one cannot speak. The puppet’s memory replied how she appeared when he saw her closely: The bright hazel eyes staring at him, the lovely smile, and her compliment on his imperfection.

What is going on? Is there a problem in his system? P became puzzled. Yet, that woman’s kindness…. He tried to wrap everything. Writer Shakespear, one of Eugenie’s favorite authors once said: “Eyes are the windows to the soul.”

Flat heels on his black loafers step on one tread to another on the flights of steps. The cricket speaks: “You know, with how much we spent together, you never told me your name. Or…..hint to me what you wanna be called.” It was true: He never told Gemini his name. Maybe because he was figuring out what to go by during the gruesome journey of becoming a real boy. “Well, P suits you. Better yet, if you wanna go the extra mile, we can name you after the book: Pinocchio’s a good full name for ya. I’m sure the others will agree with me.” Gemini suggested.

Pinocchio liked the name. The last time he read the story, he learned the name is a rare Tuscan word associated with pine and wood. Occhio at the end of the name is a word that merely means “Eye”. Pinocchio: Pine Eye.

The name was fitting for the puppet. Given how he has a curious interest in the conical wood fruit which he learned, comes from a pine tree he was once shown to by a struggling farmer. The pinecones curiously fascinate him. Of course, he found the new girl's name quite nice to hear. Her name sounded like another word for rose, and he found roses to be a beautiful sight. Especially in the paintings and book illustrations showcase the prickly shrub bearing the five red fragrant petals on it. P walked into the entranceway of the hotel’s dark-like kitchen. The room appears lifeless upon entering. Ovens and stoves previously used for baking delightful cakes now collect massive amounts of dust. Cobwebs coat all over the pan hangers on the ceiling. Workstation bowl sinks have never been cleaned for centuries. Left stained in old grease and decayed food. On the wall display what looked like a rusty green poster coated in mole and rot - The poster represents the cover of what symbolizes what the hotel used to be; an insane asylum made for unfortunate patients who lost their minds.

“Can’t you believe it,” Gemini cricks “this hotel used to be an asylum. Rumors say there are ghosts of Krats past roaming this place. Notably: Crane Hollow, Goldilocks, Baba Yaga, and William Iris. Some say they roam around this kitchen on a rainy night like this one. Heh, I’m sure they won’t bother us while we get the goods…..would they?” P can tell the hint of nervousness in the puppet crickets’ tone. That’s new coming from the little bug partner of his. He shifted his head until he was slightly locking his attention on the lit lamp still in his hand. This new information piqued Pinocchio’s robotic mind. Is Gemini….afraid of ghosts? He haven’t been afraid of enemies they encountered before - including ones of giant size in comparison. However, invisible haunting entities? That’s a whole new story coming from his cricket partner. Pinocchio finds it pretty silly.

“H-Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I’m not afraid of ghosts…if that’s what you’re thinking, buddy. It’s not like I’ll get thrown with a mallet by one.” Gemini shivers. “Ugh! That idea scares me so much. I hate mallets…. Axes, hammers, anything that can squish me. I don’t want to think about that.” P simply shakes his head, resembling his way of showing amusement at the cricket's crazy statement. Gemini didn’t take it lightly: “Hey! If you throw a mallet at me, I’m gonna come haunt you when I become a ghost.” He sighs deeply. He is so done with this topic. “Let’s just get the girl her needs and get out of here.”

Pinocchio grabs a glass cup from the glass counter. He made sure he gave it a good wash (taking Father’s advice) before filling the cup up with fresh aqua in it. He grabs the loaf of bread found in a lost basket in a dead man's hands stolen by the surviving hotel residents, he finds a sturdy plate to set the bread on, and P leaves the decade-old kitchen behind heading back into the light.

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Earlier, Rhosyn sits one leg crossed on the bed. Lost in the sight of the gift in her palms - The small pocket watch jingles its chains from being tossed left and right. Blank gaze stays on the watch. The other foot dangled over the covers, wiggling in motion. A bit piqued at how she failed to take better care of herself no matter how much she tried. Health is hard keeping them in a straight line when death comes all around. She dislikes being the damsel in distress in these types of situations. However, she can’t be too upset; Pinocchio was a decent individual in assisting in her care. His tenderhearted nature made her independence shell crack. Rhosyn almost got lost in a trance when she heard the sound of a slight cat noise. Immediately, she perks up from the watch. All of her attention focuses on an orange and white colored cat. The cat’s tail is perked up high. The cat is a friendly type as it walks up to Rhosyn. “Why hello there,” Rhosyn cooed. A sense of joy brims the pale face coated in invisible battle scars. How long has it been since she last seen a live cat? Right now, she wants to pick up that cat and hold it close. What a precious angel that kitty is coming towards her. “Aw, aren’t you adorable? How nice to see you. I thought there wasn’t anymore cats here, but I guess I was wrong.”

The cat meows in response. Long strong legs hop up on the bed with help from its sharp claws. It walked over to Rhosyn. The cat craved attention from the newcomer. Rhosyn stuck out her hand for the cute creature. “Here, kitty kitty kitty.” She calls calmly and sweetly; the orange cat sniffs the girl's fingers checking if she is a puppet, as puppets seem to be an untrustworthy lifeform. The orange cat then rubs her head against Rhosyn’s palm. The dirty blonde strokes the head of the animal. She softly messages the cat’s ear in between her fingers. She heard the sound of purrs come from the sweet creature. The smile remains on the human. “I forgot how it felt to pet a cat…” The lips fall into a frown. “I miss my pet cat, Grayson.” Mumbled out. Grayson was a gray cat she took under her wing after rescuing him on a cold winter night, left alone near the old apartment complex with only a bench to keep him dry. His original owners neglect him for unwanted reasons, and the sympathic girl fed him what she can find. Even made trips to the local pet store in purchasing proper meals for him, so he can have a full belly. She wonder if this cat met the same fate but got rescued by someone in the hotel. This poor cat would have not survive another day in the hellhole Krat has become. Grayson is almost more of a snuggle-bug than this kitty. The build of the cat reminded Rhosyn’s very own; slender and cute; both with bright green eyes and a slender long tail. One hated strangers while the other (the orange cat) craved affection from those in the Krat Hotel even if they were unfamiliar faces.

“You’re such a sweet cat. I wonder what your name is. You don’t have a collar on you.” Rhosyn stated while petting the back of the cat. “I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.” All of a sudden, there’s a sudden knock at the entranceway: She looks at the new person standing at the door left open. The hotel’s cat gets startled by both the figure and the knock. She jumps off the comfort furniture and sprints away after growling at the nurse. Rhosyn just watches the poor thing run off heading back into the hallway. She gaze back at the nurse who finally arrived.

“Greetings, young one,” a female puppet model designed the same way as Polendina dressed in a nurse outfit. The uniform had leg-o-mutton sleeves; tight up to the elbow with a huge bulbous shape extending from the elbow to the shoulder. Her grey dress covers her dark flat plastic shoes and a white long apron tied around her hourglass waist. A nurse hat sits comfortably on her blonde high bun. “I’m sorry I took so long. My wires are still in a rusty state. My name is Nurse Signora. I was sent to get you to good health.” Ruby lips don’t move, but rather a design made out of paintwork. She talks the same way as the receptionist did - use of a voice box. No one can proclaim the way the nurse’s voice creaks made Rhosyn a bit uneasy. She doesn’t have much of a choice if she wants to get back in good condition before going back into the city.

Does she have any other alternatives at this point? The Ergo wrapped in a secured cord agrees her state is in no way stable enough to get out of the room right now.

“Now, let me have a look at you,” Rhosyn undid her dressing on the hand. The bloody, old brown fabric is placed on the dresser nearby by the antique broken lamp. Beside it is a rusty old burnt photo of a young girl holding a basket and a little dog. The other side is burned long ago. Rhosyn reveals the nasty cut to the nurse. The cut appears deep across the palm. The scar is red and in the process of healing on its own. Signora’s functional program inside the metal brain coated in wires scans the flesh injury. “Hmm? You have an injury on your hand. You’ve managed well in properly taking care of the injury. You did a good job keeping it in safe condolences.” Signora cheers happily at the human task. “However, your old dressing will make your wound get infected. I will give you a new dress.” From the small pouch on the dress, Nurse Signora pulls out a bandage roll and wraps it around Rhosyn’s hand with ease. The rusty dirty cloth she stole from a corpse in an old store is replaced with a clean strong bandage. Clean and sturdy as expected. The wrap held on the hand like a glove. She can squeeze her hand much easier. A pleased smirk forms on the real lips. “This….this feels nice. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Good health is a priority for survival.” Signora bows. “Although, I am not finished with my duties. I like to check the rest of you…” Signora notices the girl hiss in pain. Rhosyn removes the red scarf from her waist in a panic. On the right side of the hip reveal to the nurse a slash wound. Done by a sharp sword. The injury had begun pouring out blood again; another tiny hint of her fragile feeling earlier. Nurse Signora motioned her puppet hand near the lips. “What happened to your side there, miss?”

“I….I got attacked…..by a man in an owl mask.” Rhosyn replies, stuttering a little. Fingers pulled on the comforter slipping through after many times in response to the unnerving tension. Mentioning the owl man made her feel uncomfortable with the way her body language presented. She doesn’t want to talk about him based on how uncomfortable she becomes, so the puppet does not bludge on the topic anymore, as the topic seems to be uncomfortable by it. The nurse puppet took a couple of minutes of her time cleaning the sword slash injury. She placed a clean cloth on the clean wound and tapped it together. “There you go. All finished.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Due be easy on yourself. Don’t move too much so the healing progress can heal quicker. If there is nothing else. I will leave you to rest.” Rhosyn shakes her head. “Well then, I will let you rest. Farewell, miss.” Nurse Signora walks out of the room. A couple of seconds later, Pinocchio returns with the bread and water. He handed the items over for Rhosyn to eat and drink. The survivor in purple softly smiled. “Thanks, I appreciate this so much.” She says before she takes the first bite of the bread. Finally, she begins to feel like heaven. She takes another large chunk off. This wonderful loaf of bread reminds her of her innocent childhood days; the days when the Wonderland Bakery shop was still a popular bakery store. Rhosyn could devour it because of how starving she is. She gulps down the cup of water. Almost half empty.

“I assume Nurse Signora fixed you up good?” Gemini noted the way the patches settled on her. Hinting at her good work - P wonders what happened on Rhosyn’s side hidden under the scarf, but best not to question it. She’s more focused on refilling her energy. Pinocchio wonders: How long can humans go without food? Pinocchio notes how crazy she went on the bread. Have she not had anything before coming here? He starts feeling sympathy for the citizens he comes across and offers help - one recalling the weeping woman with a puppet baby he retrieved upon his request. If the baby was truly human, it would have never survived the harsh world. What about the mother? Is she hungry? Thirsty? P cannot stop wrapping his mind around the idea. He’s grateful both he and Gemini retrieve something for the pretty survivor.

P honestly can’t stand seeing Rhosyn in a fragile state. Especially how much of a lovely sunshine she has been since their interaction.

Gemini wants to ask the human female the important question while they have the time; wanting to get to know her better: “If you don’t mind this cricket asking you, how did you get here?”

Rhosyn took one last sip of water and exhaled: “Well, I guess I should tell you both. I owe you guys a reason after the hospitality you gave this far. It all happened….back at a town called Moonlight Town…….”

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Moonlight Town is a small deserted town once beautiful filled with many friendly citizens. Now, it is one where you don’t want to go back to anymore. No one wants to. It is a distortion wasteland brimmed with undead threats popping all around. Hard blue crystals on the decay bodies. Mud drenched in a mix of red, blue, and black as a group of decent-styled footwear sprint across the dirt. Some were tall at the calf; some reached the ankles; and one being a pair of innocent Mary Janes. A few Stalkers armed with their sharp weapons fought tooth and nail to protect a little survivor they found in the cathedral. Rhosyn’s hand held the girl's flesh hand tight as she ran beside her. The Willow Wolf and the Hopeful Magpie stalkers take the lead in taking down the infected that get in the way. With three others: The Demon Blue Jay named Coyra, her adopted brother The Dog of Light Faris, and The Gray Wolf Finnegan. The girl had straight shoulder-length light brown hair brow behind her, following the skirt of her sky blue dress. The lost girl in the tragic mess this unforgivable town leaves her feeling small compared to the others. She was lucky to be found before one or more could devour her brains alive.

God, what has this world come to? They need to get out of this town in posthaste.

The little girl hides behind Rhosyn while the brave souls surrounding her (Including Rhosyn) fight the horrendous monsters infected by the disease.

“We’re almost there! The Cable Railway is not far!” The wise female with a magpie mask announces at the group. Her sword clutches tightly in her dark-colored gloved hand. She was the fast one compared to her faithful companion beside her; the broad male also exhaled in speed but not as fast as the magpie. He played more as a guard than anything.

All of the survivors ran inside the cable railway at long last. All normal souls are in a safe space. “Eddiwen, do you have the key?!” The Magpie shouted while keeping her guard up in protecting the others. Her blade strikes a few more attackers. Eddiwen shouts back that he still has the key in his possession. He swiftly pulls out the key from his trench pocket and inserts it into the keyhole on the right panel by the open way. “Everyone, get in!” The Willow Wolf shouts, keeping his spear in his grasp. More hungry growls echo behind. He stabbed a couple of infected lost souls at a brisk pace. Some in a gruesome manner - rusty brown poncho coated in red. The automated doors slid behind them once all of them got inside. The ride begins moving up.

Everyone sighs in relief.

All breathed heavily in exhaustion. Some took off their animal masks. Sweat drawls on the glossy face.

The threat is gone…..for now.

“Everyone okay?” Eddiwen breaks the silence. The “Wolves Claws” stayed in his grip by his side. The dim light on the cloudy horizon shower them in a glimmer of hope for all. Knowing that they escape death in the dark village. Everyone gave the same answer: “I’m okay! Yeah! Not a scratch! I’m alright!” What a relief. He sighed inside his dark wolf-style mask. The round car rolls down on the cable in a slow style. Not what an intense individual would want a ride like this at this particular time; especially since they’re prey for a large, disturbing, grotesque beast coming after them. That ferocious monster can strike at any moment. Every survivor (and child) took the opportunity to relax from the tense battle they endured - Some sat down while others leaned their shoulders against the rail. Rhosyn sat beside Aliza clenching her human hand tight; Aliza’s other hand, hidden under the sleeve of the dress displayed a non-human aesthetic, a metal prosthetic arm resting on her lap.

“You okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Rhosyn calmly asks the little girl. Aliza simply nods her head in response. “I’m fine…” Out came a whisper. She was still shocked from the events unfolded earlier. Aliza shifted her petite body close to Rhosyn for consolation. Emerald green eyes almost disappear from how heavy the youthful eyelids are.

“We can’t get too comfortable,” Eddiwen speaks remaining the grudge up. “That beast could still be after us. We have to be sure we’re ready to attack if it comes.”

“Do we have any idea what that thing is? It’s not like any other infected monster with the precertification disease we’ve stumble across.” The Hopeful Magpie, going by the name So Won says. “Its wings are huge and had crystals on them. Its head is like straight out of a nightmare.”

“Well, whatever it is, it seem to be after Aliza for some unexplained reason,” Finn chimes in. Slender, tone figure of a gray wolf glance out the window view.

“Finn, that’s ridiculous.” Rhosyn comments. “It’s after all of us. Why do you think it tried to kill us in the church?”

“Your brother might be right,” Coyra scruffs. “That devil is after us because we took the little girl. Who knows why the creature is after Aliza.”

“Whatever the reason, we need to get to safety. We’re not safe in Moonlight Town anymore.” Faris stated, sighing out his distress. Usually, he’s the jokester of the group, but he sounds serious in the conversation. “We should report to The Atoned when we get back down.”

Suddenly, the light flickers. Light and dark appear and disappear in seconds within the human eyes. The safe haven ride quickly change into a danger notion. Everyone became alert. Other sitting got back on their feet again. All draw out their assigned weapons from their holsters. The weaponless 16-year-old quiver by the sheer aerie noise on the roof. Shallow breath raised up intensely as her little heart rate increases. “It’s here….” The car shakes violently almost made the passengers lose balance. A loud growl sound crept near. Gigantic razor sharp nails crawl on the glass. One big scratch left a dent on the glass window taking away the beautiful view from everyone. Aliza lets out a terrified horror scream. The girl’s own scream draws the beasts attention. Rhosyn pushed Alize behind her as the other fighters moves in the front. Weapons ready. The Rose Raven grabbed her weapon from behind her back - a longbow design tied with a fainted ribbon. She grabs a arrow from the leather quiver wrapped around her waist, held by her scarf. The arrow she placed the end on the sturdy string and pulled it back aiming the tip directly at the window. Th ride stops; lights flicker. Silence made the Stalkers all feel tense. The strawberry blonde, South Korean woman shift her forest green eyes all over with the sword in hand keeping her alert. Eddiwen (without his mask) glares his deep blue eyes at the openway. His brown, shabby hair tied in high/low style, in a ponytail made his glare more disturbing. He’s prepare to attack. Coyra did a same, but rests the large claymore blade on her shoulder. Her amber eyes filled with bloodthirst while the long reddish-brown tied with a Celtic braid tied behind sat behind the shoulder blades. She’s prepared to taking the beast down.

Faris and Finn stood beside each other with the swords of the oath intact. Finn had a beard while Faris had a long cut. Both share similarities: being the goofy but protective sibling in the respective household.

Everyone stayed silent. Nothing but the rapid rhythm heart beats fill the drums. Right before another deadly growl arises. The beast claws the front of the train, tipping it forward. Man grip tight on the rails or nearby objects they can grip on. Aliza starts sliding down the dangerous slide, screaming in terror. Shaky hands scatter for anything to stop from a tragic end. “ALIZA!!” Rhosyn shouts. She manages to fire the arrow at the beasts glowing blue crystal on the hand causing the thing to shake away from the grasp before immediately grabbing Aliza’s metal hand. The other hand of the woman held onto the sturdy handle. Determined to not let go. Others try assisting, but they can’t reach her without putting a risk of falling to death. Yells and cries fill up the once a beautiful scenery turned into a tragedy. The strange monstrous beast enjoys the cries of the victims; he flaps the large wings, mendaciously as he flies in the air. Ready to strike.

“Aliza, hold on! I got you! Don’t let go!” Rhosyn cries out. Tears start rolling down. Aliza tries squeezing the grip of her steel hand against the flesh hand. “I….I don’t know if I can. My hand can’t hold onto you tight! I’m scared!” The creature flew closer. Hungry. The Ergo chunk wrapped in a protected cord glows. The Rose Raven takes a brave stand: Rhosyn shoves Aliza into Finn's arms before half of the train meets the claws of the beast. Half of the train is torn in half…..Rhosyn looses her balance.

“RHOSYN!!!!” Everyone witness in terror. Rhosyn falls until they cannot see her anymore. The team panics. They fear they lost her for good. Lost in the claws of the monster. The creature flew away after So Won’s good throw using a wire pole she has in her stash aim at its right vision, but it wasn’t enough to save Rhosyn from her demise. The Atoned Stalker once they reach the surface could not imagine the railway being attacked by a giant crystalized beast. Rhosyn never imagined she be awakened by a voice.

“Hello? Young one? Can you hear me?” A soothing, feminine voice shook the girl from her unconscious state. Her eyelids slowly lift, revealing her eyes to the world again.

“Oh look, she’s awake. It seems the fairy’s flowers have saved her fall.” A male tone gets her out of her trance. Cloudy skies come in her vision. She’s alive….by a field of dusty rose-colored tulips converted with Ergo blue color in the petals. The power of Ergo grows in the roots that help the flowers be strong and long-lasting. They manage to catch the fallen raven without a problem. The human’s vision now becomes clear again, she sees a brunette woman possess an outfit resembling a white rabbit and a short, messy blonde-haired man with a mask of the Cheshire Cat. Both watch the young one come out of Wonderland.

Rhosyn sits up and looks at the new Stalkers closely. Immediately noticing how unique their masks are - They are on the Sweepers side for sure. “How are you feeling, young one? You took quite a fall.” The White Rabbit says. A warm friendly smile forms under her mask. Locks of dark brown tied in a neat bun frame the mask.

“I…..I thought I was dead.” Rhosyn replies. She placed her hand on her forehead under her messy bangs. “My head hurts a little….” Rusty paws hand out a potion mix inside a small vial. “Here. Drink this. You will feel better in no time.” If he could resemble his mask, he’d share a smile with the girl. She raises an eyebrow in question; the Cheshire Cat cackles. “Come now, you think I’ll poison a little fella like you?” Another cackle he laughs out. “I must admit, you are a cautious type, especially in how this world operates. Those don’t take offers lightly with strangers. Some go for the kill. These days, you can’t tell what’s blood and what’s oil.” He tosses a metal scrap of a puppet he slaughtered in the field. The white plastic arm lands beside her legs. “This world ain’t a friendly Wonderland for a young lady like yourself, but from how you’re drenched, you have experience being a Stalker. You’re capable of killing despite how you look. Now, will you take my offer?”

He’s right about everything. In this world: It’s kill or be killed. Trust can be hit or miss in terms of the person in question. Those backstab others in favor of stealing important matters from the ones they fooled under their manipulated strings; an example was the organized crime displayed in the newspaper before the Puppet Frenzy happened. The story is about the crime incident by the mob called the “Underground”. These criminals were dangerous when it came to causing havoc in Krat: Bank robberies, bookmaking, hijacking, kidnapping, and so much more. Rhosyn’s father told his children that they must be careful who they speak to because someone can be a mafia. Rhosyn is at high risk because she is a female. She disbelieved him in her stubbornness.

She shouldn’t have.

One night, a teen Rhosyn was walking on the lit streets on her way home from the bakery, her long golden locks held with a black hairband swaying innocently within her cheerful movements. She remained in her Monad Charity House uniform. The basket in hand. It was filled with loaves of fresh bread and baked goods of different types; all for her friends and family. The baker also gave the little girl a nice Buche de Noel in a pretty box for free - a little gift he made for her as his gratitude for her birthday. Everything seemed fine on her special day when she saw a man in a dark suit approached the little one. He was built wide, tall, and scary. He had a golden tooth and a serious expression. Smoke coming out of his cigar he smoked. This startles the innocent girl so much. Rhosyn’s Stalker training at the time was still in the process state, so protection was very low. She would not have made it out alive if it weren’t for another fellow alchemist she’s close to, and the the worried baker coming to her rescue.

After that experience years ago, being extra cautious is now a big priority for her. To this day, she has become stronger thanks to the Nymph Stalker as she is known by many to train her well.

She sighs and takes the medicine. The potion ran down the esophagus like nothing was there. The taste has a strange blueberry flavor….that’s the best way she can put it. It tasted funny.

“There you go. You should feel better within a few minutes.” The Cheshire Cat says. “The aftertaste will get you ya, but you’ll get used to it after a while.”

“Well, thank you.” Rhosyn simply says.

The Ergo necklace remains on Rhosyn’s person during the fall glows brightly to the tulips surrounding them. Millions of whispers from each one catch the rose’s attention. She glanced all over the field. Shocked eyes saw each tulip petal have a blue glowing line - notably on the stem. Each whisper calls out to Rhosyn whether in a haunting, a plea, or a prayer fashion. She hears them all, and the memory of Uncle Hodges connects with them. This catches the attention of the White Rabbit Stalker. Dark round orbs behind the mask widen in surprise. “Your necklace is an Ergo chunk. It’s reacting to the flowers all around here. You must be a Listener.”

“A what?” Rhosyn asks in confusion.

“A Listener. Just like me. You’re able to hear the Ergo, and quite possibly communicate with puppets.” The White Rabbit explains.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “....And that is all I can remember. My memory right now is still a bit fuzzy.” Rhosyn bites into the bread again. The bread appears its half gone with each big bite taken. Gosh, they had no idea how hungry she was.

“Wow, that’s insane. You have been through a lot, m’lady.” Gemini has a sense of sympathy in his voice. Even P lower his brows, showing his sadness at the girl in purple’s story she shared. Although, not in the best way, he tries. The long road to becoming a real boy has its bumps - many ups and downs….for so.

“The fact that Sophia’s Ergo flowers caught your fall….oh man, never knew Ergo can do many wonders.” The cricket cricks a more sprightly chipper. P gently places his hand on her shoulder. He looked into her human earth-colored eyes. Rhosyn can hear the mechanical springs in him. Everything added up: the way he looked at her earlier; the way his skin looked and felt (although appeared more human); the way (right now), she could hear his heart ticking. Not like a normal heartbeat, but a heart filled with wires and bolts: Pinocchio is a puppet. Not any kind of puppet she encountered and fought outside, but a human mechanic puppet. Should she be creeped out…or should she find him cute as she did before? He appears…..so real. It’s hard to believe he’s not one. Pinocchio was like any puppet she’d ever seen. It was insane….even his manners are human. Is that part of his program? “I think he’s trying to say “We’re glad you’re okay.” He’s still…umm… finding his voice, to say the least. Don’t mind him. I don’t think what he does is intended to hurt you in any way, shape, or form.`` Gemini states, chuckling a little bit in a friendly fashion; help clear the misunderstanding in the air she might be enduring. Pinocchio nods his head. He’s glad the blue fairy’s flowers saved her from her tragic fall. Let alone saved from her ultimate demise. Sophia’s powers have saved him countless times from the use of time. Not common the blue butterfly herself would want to save a mortal's life. She’s a good person after all.

“I don’t mind. I understand.” She links her hands together and has them rest on her stomach. Golly, she’s so elegant and sweet. Pinocchio can’t stop feeling the warmth inside his heart. He had a compliment he wanted to tell her, but P had no idea how. There are no tools for writing nearby. So frustrating. If only Rhosyn hadn’t lost her sketchbook during the fall. A paper and pencil would help both of them.

Then, he had another idea. Pinocchio then retreats downstairs again. Rhosyn is left alone with Gemini again. She tilts her head to the side contracted with a neutral expression on her face. “Now where is he going?” Rhosyn questioned, unmused.

“Again? Pal? Are you getting another book? What’s the book this time?” Gemini chirps in a low tone.

Pinocchio returns with a hardcover book in his hand. The cover contains a woman and a hairy creature in a garden. Pinocchio taps only the woman in the red silk dress. “Oh? Beauty and the Beast? That’s my favorite book,” Rhosyn was clueless about what he meant. Pinocchio wanted to make it clear to her when he was telling her. He moved his index finger on the word “Beauty” labeled in gold. “I’m….beauty?” Then, the pieces were coming together. The girl's eyes go wide. “Oh! You think I’m beautiful!”

Pinocchio nods his head. He tried smiling again but to no avail. Rhosyn becomes bashful, giggling softly in the process. “Well, that’s sweet of you. Thank you for the compliment.” P decides he take another step - he once learned this gesture from an old illustration at a theater he visited. He grabs her elegant fingers with his human-like hand in a gentle grasp so he doesn’t hurt her other hand. He pulled her hand near his plastic lips and kissed the scratched flesh surface blanket over her common extensor tensions. Rhosyn’s cheeks turn into a light red tint. The shy nature displayed in view right before his eyes. So cute.

She shifted her head away and faced the bed. A light laughter from her fills the ears under the curly hair of the automated boy. For some reason, he likes her bashful giggle. It made his heart feel warm - nowhere a cackle of bloodthirst he mostly heard from other people. God, this new survivor….. Why does he want to protect her so much?

“Oh umm…..you….are flattering me, P,” She says, letting another giggle leave her lips. “I umm….like your hair.” The human gifts a compliment back in return. That caught him off guard. The human machine ran his fingers over his short curly 7/3 parting dark brown hair. Soft strains of his layered curls run smoothly against them. Not a single strain left the comb motion. Rhosyn thinks his hair is nice? Nobody gave him such a nice compliment before. Especially one about his fluffy-styled hair that not even Geppetto himself cared much about its care. He closes his eyes and fixs his head on the red carpet-coated floor. He swore he sensed his cheeks flaring up - not just the P-Origin. Is that an error in the coding he’s experiencing?

What is going on right now?

“You’re not used to compliments, are you?” P shakes his head. The blush on the cheeks remains. “Well, I mean it. Your hair is very nice. It looks fluffy. I like it.” The girl's compliment is already making his heart feel warm. P looked back at Rhosyn with his freckled face coated in red. He gave one nod to her, his way of sharing his thanks to her. Returning is a small shy giggle. “You’re welcome.” Rhosyn smiled at him, and a small snort came out of her while she giggled. P didn’t expect that. Rhosyn lets out a tiresome yawn. “I should look at trying to get some sleep. It’s been a long day for me.” She rubs her heavy eye, gently and in a circle motion. “It was nice talking to you, P. You as well, Gemini.” Rhosyn grins at the two. “Thank you for making me feel welcome here. I appreciate it. Good night.” Pinocchio hated how the conversation ended so soon, but she had a long day. Rest is needed - including having the injuries on her heal up quicker. P now has hope he’ll get a chance to hang out with her tomorrow once she is in better shape. Perhaps get to know her better. Know what her hobbies are, her fighting style, and the story behind the Ergo necklace. Everything he can. He’s eager to assist her if she likes in helping her reunite with her friends.

“Good night, Rhosyn! Sleep well and may your wishes you made upon the stars come true.” Gemini formal farewell style says. Pinocchio picks up the lamp off the counter and lets the human sleep for the night. He slowly closed the door of the room behind him. He starts making his way to the stairs as Gemini cricks out another thought in mind: “Well, would you look at that, pal? You just got a compliment from a cute girl? How does that feel? How does that make you feel that she likes your hair, huh?” The puppet boy didn’t say anything but just blushed again. “Ahh, don’t be shy, P,” he crickets again. “That’s an achievement if a girl compliments you. It may mean she thinks she finds you handsome. Besides, in my opinion, you’re a good-looking fella.” Pinocchio reached the end. Back on the hallway floor once more. “Plus, as I told you, she’s really pretty. Not just her appearance, but she has a good heart.” He cricks again: “Rhosyn’s one determined Stalker and Listener. I’ll tell you that. Although, I do wonder about the giant winged creature that attacked her. The claws, the wings, everything. That’s terrifying. It seems we have to be more careful when we explore, pal.”

Left alone in the cozy room, the time arose for the human to try resting in the new shelter place. No more having to sleep in abandoned buildings coated in webs and death. Finally, some good comfort. Rhosyn carefully crawled into bed, pulled the comforter over her body, and closed her eyes drifting off. The old pillow she rests her head on eases away all the discomfort from previously laying on cold, hard ground.

She can’t have this luxury forever; Rhosyn leaves tomorrow morning. A mission still in her mindset.

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#lies of p #p lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p oc #lop #lies of p fanfic #oc x canon #oc x cc #original story #original character #oc x character #pinocchio x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fandom #gaming

[amiharana]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever clarified this before (so forgive me if you have!) but, for a Revalink Modern AU, what clothing styles do you think these two would wear? And do you think they’d ever match??

i discussed it a bit over here! but i think at first, link would be like animated-tv-show character energy and just wear the same clothes everyday until he finally found his personal style, which actually resulted in him just wearing a bunch of wildly different things over the course of a week, some things fashionable, and others definitely questionable 😭

meanwhile you will never catch revali slipping! dude is wearing a bomber jacket, aviator glasses, layered necklaces, black leather loafers, etc. even if he's just going to get a coffee or do groceries, he is Dressed the Fuck Up at all times.

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #amihan's headcanons #ask #iridescentgleam #u already know link be wearing the most crumpled up hawaiian shirt with boxers and knee high bright ass striped socks #and the most scuffed ass crocs #revali is constantly dressed up like a social media influencer of some kind #i wouldn't be surprised if he had a secret fashion blog/account #link but he's in jungkook's ptd bwl outfit the one with the shiny shirt

[ghostfanwriter]

Been working like a freaking dog these last few days. Managed to edit Dirty Hands a bit but didn't want to release the first part without having at least the first draft of the second one done.

Meanwhile, enjoy these two little snippets from the first part, from the scene where you meet Joel and Tess and from when you're interacting with Joel, Bill and Frank.💖

🧰💖🧰💖🧰

After your dad lowered his guard a little, he let you, Frank and Tess walk around, show her some things and talk. You felt comfortable around her, like she was someone you had always known.

Whenever you looked at the man, though, you felt the same things from when you were watching him through your window. Your stomach felt funny, and your palms dry and sweaty at the same time. The fact that he kept looking at your direction didn't help you, either.

It was like there was a magnetic field between you two. You couldn't stop looking for him, and he seemed to not find interest in anything after seeing you.

Every fucking time you looked at him you found his eyes already on you. Analyzing you, studying you, as if he wanted to engrave you on his mind.

You were everything he thought didn't exist anymore.

You were feminine, your hair was pretty, your skin was soft and you smelled good. Frank had made you a perfume with a few flowers and fruits, and you wore it everyday.

It smelled fresh and delicate, and the smell got stuck on Joel's wrist, coating his mind with a soft but persistent layer of you.

🧰💖🧰💖🧰

You're so lost on him you don't notice when he walks in the kitchen, watching you for a while in silence. You drop a wooden spoon on the floor and bend over to grab it, your skirt fully lifting and leaving your whole ass on display.

He chokes on his saliva, startling you, and you get up, looking at him. "You always wear that around the house?" He asks, talking directly to you for the first time since you introduced yourself the day before, his voice a little broken.

"Yes, she does. Because she's our daughter and it's usually only us around here." Frank says out of nowhere. "But I told her she should wear more appropriate things while Joel's around, didn't I, love?" You blush.

He did, but this was literally the first time you had someone over, so you forgot. And honestly "appropriate" isn't exactly clear, you weren't naked, and your clothes were never questioned before.

"Sorry, dad, I'll go change. Can you watch the pans for me, please? Thanks." You say rushing out of the kitchen, avoiding Joel's gaze.

"You back the fuck off, alright? Bill will fucking murder you if he sees you watching her." Frank says going over to the stove.

🧰💖🧰💖🧰

Can't wait for you to read it, I'm really enjoying writing Bill and Frank ✋🏻🤧💕

#joel miller x reader #ghostfanwriter #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal's characters #joel miller x female reader #fanfic

[sxmjxkxz]

— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 5

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. chat 10: y/n’s pov (d1)

narration

and so there jaemin and jeno were, going outfit by outfit, trying to make sure Jjaemin looked his best, and was still warm. “you could’ve just went on a sunday morning date like normal people so you’d wear better clothes.” jeno grumbles as he goes through jaemin’s closet once again.

“where’s the guy who was excited for me to finally go on a date for the first time in my life.” jaemin throws an arm over his best friend, giving him a smug smile. jeno just mimics before finally pulling out a plain white shirt, black slacks with ‘lofi’ printed on the side, and a checkered cardigan.

“there, comfy, warm, yet screams boyfriend potential. you can wear your checkered vans too.” 

when jaemin comes out of the bathroom, jeno finds himself whistling at his friend’s appearance. “damn…if you dressed like this everyday you’d instantly be campus crush. liking the hair too jaem, great job, you’ll definitely get her.” jeno says, giving his best friend a fist bump.

jaemin looks at himself in their full-length mirror. he smiles as he sees himself, dressed up, hair perfectly parted showing just enough of his forehead, and more importantly, he looked happy and excited. and that alone gave him confidence in their date tonight.

“it’s 8 pm, are you sure she said she’ll just meet you there?”

“yeah, she hasn’t messaged yet. she might still be doing the interview.”

jaemin quirks a brow as he notices Jeno still looking over at him. “what? did i forget something?”

“i just can’t believe i needed to be a cold person to land myself in a relationship.”

“oh shut up lee.”

meanwhile back at the university, y/n found herself restlessly bouncing her leg, half nervous for her date, which she was sure she was now late for. and the other half, was for her wanting to get the interview over and done with. 

“last question, because i feel sorry for your date and i just want you to stop shaking the table.” she immediately stops as hyuck smiles with her through gritted teeth. 

“what advice would you give to students who have a hard time coping or can burn out easily?”

“rest. that would be my best advice. take breaks when you have to. burning yourself out is not healthy and can lead to stress and anxiety, i should know.” she chuckles.

“you don’t have to go on a grand vacation or anything. you can find rest in sleep, a hobby, or even a person. it’s okay to feel burned out, but you need to give yourself time to rest so you can get back on track and be ready to face much more.” haechan smiles at y/n as she finishes her piece.

“thank you so much for your time and apologies for doing this interview so late. might i add you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” hyuck winks at his friend. “thanks, i have a date.” she laughs, making him roll his eyes.

suddenly, a pitter-patter was heard, slowly turning into loud beating around. “oh no, now i left him  in the rain!”

“well message him!”

y/n worriedly pulls out her phone, hoping the guy was still safe and dry, and more importantly, not annoyed at her tardiness. and just as she opened the screen, a message from him popped up.

🖇️. chat 11: y/n’s pov

y/n’s pov

“i’ll head out now hyuck okay?”

“okay, are you sure you have an umbrella?!”

y/n pulls out a foldable umbrella she keeps in her bag for emergencies. “good, good. good luck and stay safe on the way okay?! TEXT ME THE DEETS WHEN YOU GET HOME!!!” He shouts as y/n dashes out of the room.

she was now waiting for her booked car service to arrive and was about to message jaemin when she realized she didn’t have her phone.

“shit! it must have fell while i was running!”

there weren’t many cars on the road and the ride might arrive at any moment so she decided to make a run for it, when suddenly,

everything turned dark.

🖇️. chat 12: y/n’s pov

narration

“oh, you’re home earlier than I thought…woah you okay jaem? you look pale?”

jeno immediately stands from the couch, dropping his bowl of popcorn on the floor, as he sees a tired looking jaemin with dripping wet clothes and flushed cheeks weakly standing by the door.

“did you wet yourself in the rain?! wait how about the date–OH SHIT JAEMIN!” jeno runs to his friend as he falls onto the floor. “you’re burning up jaem!” jeno panics as his hand comes in contact with his friend’s face.

🖇️. chat 13: y/n’s pov

narration

jaemin takes in a sharp breath as his eyes are met with a bright white fluorescent light above him. he slowly tries, well rather, forces to push himself up but his aching body goes against him.

“oh shit jaem you’re awake now!”

“w-where am i?” 

“i took you to the hospital earlier in the morning, dude you fainted and you were burning up!” jeno says as he helps the guy slowly sit up. “i even texted your date, but still no reply and it’s night now.”

and suddenly, memories of the night before came back to jaemin. him waiting for hours, partly in the rain because the theater was closing up, hoping that a girl who might have ghosted him would come.

“she didn’t come.”

"what?”

“She didn’t even bother to message.”

“wha…oh…i’m sorry jaem.” jeno rubs his back in an attempt to comfort him. jaemin was never one to pressure someone into sacrificing their time for him. but he did admit that he was hurt being ditched and left alone late at night in the rain, with not so much as an update from someone whom he looked forward to finally meeting.

but could it be that it was just one sided?

“i knew this was too good to be true.”

“jaem, don’t say that.

“no answer until now right?”

“jaemin—”

“you should call the doctor in jeno, he might want to check on his patient.”

🖇️. to be continued . . .

🖇️. previous chapter | next chapter

#nct dream #na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin x reader #lee jeno #jeno #lee donghyuck #haechan #huang renjun #renjun #nct dream fic #nct dream au

[baptistsuicidewidow]

Unpacking

I packed a bag for him to wear... favorite shirt, tie, glasses, wedding ring, jeans, underwear, socks, shoes,

-Word to the wise- DO NOT choose their favorite outfit for this. Pretty much ruins a quarter of your happy photos together. I wish I had known this, but nowadays I'm wishing I knew a lot of things I had no clue about.

I made the mistake of smelling his shirt, as a wife does. the 'Is this clean?' check, and BOOM-just instant sobs. His scent right here-like is he right here? He was indeed just here moments ago... My friend just held me like a baby and let me cry like one.

My introvert self getting business and condolences flooding the phone. Unpacking each message, and pausing to cry with so many others who were shocked across the internet. Soul winner. Father. Husband. A real '3 to thrive' Baptist. Never so much as listened to worldly music or watched worldly shows. No one saw this coming. I don't think he saw this coming, either.

They did him up. Not very well either.. The makeup was all yellow... His lips just yellow. A part of me was grateful it looked so unreal-so unlike him. This whole thing was so unlike him. They packed him up with whatever chemicals and somehow shlumped his favorite outfit over his cold, stiff frame. They packed him in the coffin we picked out-black and silver just like his favorite Bible with "Going Home" birds etched in the lace. He looked asleep from afar. His words about sleeping and not waking up come to mind every time when I think of the funeral scene. He didn't say it much. Like 2 times when he was super mad in the last month. I let him know how he didn't mean it, and how dumb it was to say (in light of our children)… I wish I knew. If only I knew.

I had to watch the nightmare of his mourning parents. Crying and staring at their dead son the entire time. Watching the coffin drop into the hole. Re-arranging the flowers on the top of the fresh dirt as if the flowers mattered (Google reviews said the local deer would eat them all by tomorrow). They all posed next to his grave and took group photos-their last complete family photo-only to have an empty chair or an empty slot in all the rest. The same thing applies for Isaiah and I too.

I've lost my husband, my home, and all family, save for my babies and my brother Josh. I was further surprised to lose 'Christian' friends, some of which even robbed the house while I was away.

I somehow fumbled through business thing after business thing. Meeting here, costs there, questions begging the answer with deadlines all swirling all around. Minutia peppered throughout. Meanwhile my peaceful routine being interrupted since August 27th. Here I sit a whole month later, finally able to read my 15 month old's books to him as we used to everyday. In the last month he has learned screaming, yelling, and disobeying. When it rains it pours... or screams at you while perusing the trashcan.

We packed up the 'suicide house'-I wanted to hurry that along in hopes it would help my waking nightmare to end. Being there, and doing normal things, just unnerved me further. I was tempted to call his name through the house, just to remember what that felt like. But helpers were constantly babysitting me, so I refrained. Little huge triggers were everywhere. Looking in the fridge, and seeing the last juice he bought for our Subway date around noon on September 3, 2023... only for him to be dead around 10:30am September 4, 2023. Shivers and shudders.

I found more shirts that held his smell and put them in a big Ziploc bag, and then in another Ziploc bag. I haven't been ready to open them, but I was thinking maybe there would be a day I would need to. Most of the rest of his clothes got donated to Goodwill. They went back to where they came from-we just borrowed them for a bit.

Little by little the entire house got packed, sold, stolen, donated, trashed, or gifted. It felt like Jeremiah had exploded. His life had exploded into so many places, and I was left with the scraps of what we were working towards. We had mostly good times with a few bad times. Like 6 bad nights out of the 945 days we knew each other. 3 of which were in the last month he was alive. With little to no warning, there's no way to know just how long he wanted to be unalive. In his last months he kept his feelings packed and his private thoughts to himself. He would speak out loud while holding back comments, mistaking me for someone else. Why was he so muzzled and muffled? I have my suspicions for why, but I don't think I'll know this side of heaven exactly.

Here we are a week after moving. I divvied up belongings into storage vs. everyday, yet amidst it all I find random triggers hidden in my stuff. I've learned to compartmentalize his painful nostalgic things... save them for an extra rainy day. And during the packing the moving the unpacking the drama and the paperwork, there is this Niagara Falls sensation in my chest that will not go away, no matter how much I pray for God to heal my heart, or forgive my husband for what he's done, or forgive me for however I may have contributed, or forgive others for anything they might've done,... despite it all the heaviness of sad just rests inside me every waking moment. It reminds me all the day long that something is not right. That something is deeply wrong. Half of me is decaying and buried 24.5 miles North of where we live now.

So I resort to listening to podcasts for Suicide Loss Survivors, and creative outlets are highly recommend. Someone said, "Grief is just a lot of love with nowhere to go". I love you, Jeremiah Joldes. I wish we could wake up from whatever prolonged coma nightmare this has been, and have another hug and some more cuddles. For the time being I will try to unpack all this pain. I've heard it lasts a lifetime. God, please help me get through this.

#coping with grief #dealing with grief #grief poetry #grief/mourning #griefandloss

[cursedvibes]

Well, the first part of the new season of You was a bit... meh.

They are so desperately trying to hop onto the "eat the rich" murder mystery train and be Knifes Out with a few extra hours attached to it, but it doesn't really work. First of all, it's very obvious who the killer is from the start (he got the rousing speech, the personal connection and the homoeroticism), so seeing Joe bumble around and investigate these people isn't that interesting. The angle of the killer always watching him was good, turning the tables on him, but we don't see enough of that. Maybe it will be better in part 2.

Then there's the "eat the rich" thing. You can't make the royals a bunch of caricatures and then turn around and clumsily be like "oh but they're real people though just like us, they have problems too". Making the daughter of the man who controls British business out to be this victim we should feel bad for and who's trying to be better just doesn't hit. Getting one girl secretly into rehab isn't enough to proof that she is using her privilege for good. I get her family situation creates pressure, but it's just not executed well and it doesn't cut that deep. It's all very surface level.

Also, the criticism falls flat if the person doing it stumbled into wealth himself. Joe had to do nothing to get the apartment he lives in or the job he doesn't even need. He doesn't even pay for the clothes he wears. His hitman just suddenly changed his mind and threw him into this cosy life. There isn't even a good reason for why he keeps getting invited to these rich people parties besides some vague "Phoebe likes him". He might not be royalty and he doesn't dress crazy over the top, but he's far from the everyday man, much less worker. It could've been better if say he worked as a waiter or personal servant for these people because we clearly see them getting abused by their employers and criticism from them would actually be meaningful. Meanwhile, Joe is getting showered in gifts and it doesn't matter how much he scoffs at that. He is to an extent also a hypocrite, but in this case it doesn't match with the message of this season.

Making the villains motive in the end actually killing the rich or getting rid of their wealth in some other way by using political power makes way too much sense, when you've spend the past 4hs showing us what horrible, exploitative people they are. Sure, killing them one by one is ineffective, but the way they built it up, I just don't understand why I should want Joe to protect them. They are horrible and at best complicit in the crimes of others. Get rid of them, kill them if you must, they clearly have done way worse to the entire non-royalty population. Joe has killed rich people before and not felt bad about it. Why are these people different? There's better murder mystery, class critique and jokes in an episode of Midsomer Murders.

Also, maybe it's because I'm not British or rich, but in what universe do people see Americans as some exotic pet to be paraded around? And a seemingly very boring white guy nonetheless.

I prefer Joe in a normal down to earth setting surrounded by people who are technically his equal. Gives more opportunity to explore his psyche and feels more realistic. Would be nice if we return to the Marie-Anne problem or explore how he feels about his son. They made the scope of this story way too big for his character.

#you s4 spoilers #you s4

[ciaossu-imagines]

The last one for this particular prompt, I decided to write for a Lance/Reader/Kitty polyship! I actually don’t have any other polyships for X-Men: Evolution, a real change for me so I hope any fans of the show will enjoy the headcanons (and feel free to suggest alternate polyship ideas for this fandom!)

Who is the one who would go up to a random elder in a coffeeshop and ask them about their life?

It would have to be you, if anybody. Lance doesn’t really approach strangers like that, especially not just random old people and Kitty is usually too busy with friends and her own social life…and kind of isn’t into chatting with old people, if I’m to be completely honest.

Who hates checking out books because checking them out means interacting, and that is always awkward?

Lance doesn’t really check out books. One, reading isn’t his thing. Two, he forgets completely about returning them and definitely has overdue book fees from the one time he did think to check out a book. Three, he really fucking hates small talk. It’s a huge pet peeve of his. Kitty, on the hand, checks out books for studying and to use in her schoolwork and has no problem with interacting to do so.

Who is the one to use toilet paper as tissues and carries it around all day?

This is so something Lance does, though he’s also kind of gross at times and might just use his sleeve or shirt collar if nothing else was available.

Who is the one who carries around $100 just in case there is some apocalypse and they need to buy gear?

Lance can’t seem to keep money. It’s not that he’s horrible about spending it, just that it tends to go missing on him, living in the Brotherhood house. And let’s be honest…if an apocalypse did happen, he’s just taking the gear he needs without worrying about paying for it. Kitty, meanwhile, does have a spending issue and if she saves up that amount, it’s quickly gone on things like clothes or CD’s or a million other things she wants, leaving this one to be you, my lovely reader, or nobody.

Who is the one who points with their chin?

Lance does this constantly. It’s half-laziness and half that he thinks it makes him look kind of cool and tough.

Who is the one who takes pictures of their food and instagrams it?

Lance does not have an Instagram or has one that has absolutely nothing on it. Kitty’s a little guilty of doing this but it’s not an everyday or every meal thing for her, just when the food she’s eating is like, super aesthetic and gorgeous or when she bakes something and really wants to show it off to her followers.

Who is the one who reads fanfiction daily?

I feel like Kitty would be a little into fanfiction, especially shipping fanfics that are fluffy and cute or reader inserts along the same lines. She’s really into romance fics and the tropes used in them but she doesn’t read fanfiction every day by any means, or even every week, leading it to be more likely a you thing.

Who is the one to write fanfiction?

It’s you or nobody. Lance doesn’t get fanfiction and Kitty wouldn’t be that into writing fanfiction, preferring to read it when she’s in the mood for it or to stick with her daydreams about the characters.

Who is the one who cosplays?

Now this one…this is right up Kitty’s alley. She loves getting the opportunity to dress up, especially in wild costumes. She prefers cute over sexy or edgy cosplay and loves having photoshoots done when she does cosplay. However, she’s not at all into making her own cosplays and would prefer to be able to buy most of the components of any particular cosplay she does.

Who is the one who likes to quote movies, books, and songs in conversation?

Lance quotes old 80’s movies and classic rock. I don’t know why but that is a completely unshakable headcanon I have in regard to his character.

Who is the one to burst out into song randomly?

Kitty sings quite frequently, albeit not amazingly. But she’s so happy doing it that it makes people around her smile. Lance doesn’t sing randomly but I definitely feel he sings along to music in his car, tapping on the steering wheel with his hand to the beat of the music and probably bobbing his head along to the beat as well.

Who is the one who secretly uses their neighbours WiFi?

The entire Brotherhood house is using their neighbours Wi-Fi whenever Mystique shuts off Wi-Fi to the house because these boys are all broke-ass bitches and refuse to pay for Wi-Fi even when they have the money.

Who is the one who safety pins friendship bracelet strings to their clothing so they could have something to do if bored?

Kitty doesn’t pin them to her clothing but to her backpack. Either that, or she carries them in a little baggie inside her pocket or purse. She likes making friendship bracelets; she learned how to from a friend in elementary school and learned some really cool designs during art classes at a summer camp she went to and it’s an easy thing to keep her entertained whenever she gets bored. She doesn’t really make them often for anyone in particular but gives them away to whoever likes them or asks for one.

Who is the one who played/plays an obscure instrument just to be different?

I have always strongly headcanoned that Kitty can play the cello. She’s embarrassed about it and thinks it’s really uncool so it would take a lot for her to admit it. She only learned because her parents made her take lessons.

Who is the one who puts bajillions of stickers on their door/wall?

I feel like Lance has a shit ton of posters, from band posters to classic cars to pin ups, and they’re all held up with stickers from brands he likes, bands he’s a fan of, or just really cool, kind of badass designs like snakes or skulls or things along that ilk. They’re all over his walls.

Who is the one who likes to rewatch the same movies?

Kitty likes to keep up on new movies, really only rewatching things if a sequel or prequel is coming out. Lance rewatches a lot more, probably the most out of the three of you, just because there’s very few movies that come out that he’s really into, since his tastes in media are kind of really particular.

Who is the one who uses bootlegs to watch their favourite movies/TV shows?

Lance does this a good 99% of the time. He really doesn’t have a lot of money so it’s often the only way he can manage to watch a lot of the television or movies he enjoys. He also gets DVDs from thrift stores or pawn shops for fifty cents to a dollar to build his collection up because that’s what he can afford.

Who is the one that writes on their arm to remind themselves to do something?

While Kitty is a lot more intelligent than she seems, she’s more than a little absent-minded and can forget things pretty easy so she does this fairly regularly, though she usually remembers in a slower moment, when she has time, to write the information down on a Post-It, which she sticks to the mirror on her dresser where she’ll be sure to see it.

Who is the one who owns dozens of pencils but is too lazy to sharpen them?

Lance mooches pencils and pens off of people and rarely returns them. Kitty has an extensive stationery collection but only because she really loves pretty, often glittery, pens and cute patterned pencils. She is so into anything like that. So this would have to be you who doesn’t like to sharpen pencils or nobody at all!

Who is the one who uses YouTube for their music because they don’t want to buy/download anything?

He just really can’t afford to buy new music often, so YouTube is a godsend for Lance. It’s how he listens to music when he’s not in his Jeep.

Who is the one who always wears the same shoes?

I feel like Lance does this. He didn’t grow up rich enough to own multiple pairs of shoes and he often had to patch the shoes he had with duct tape to make them last longer. So, even as he grows up, and even when he can afford more than a single pair of shoes, it’s just force of habit for him to have one pair of shoes that he wears everyone and only throws out when there’s either no soles left to them or the holes in them are too big to ignore anymore.

Who is the one to do asks like this?

It’s definitely Kitty and she really, really wants you to do them with her. She genuinely loves doing couples asks and things along those lines because you always learn something new about your partner that way and she’s just intensely curious about both you and Lance.

#x men evolution #headcanons #polyship

[iamvegorott]

A Day Out

(Gosh I'm so sorry it's so long!)

Chase looked at himself in the mirror one more time before smiling in satisfaction and grabbed his cap from his nightstand before exiting his shared bedroom to find his lover.

Meanwhile for Marvin, he was double checking his choice of clothing in JJ's room. He kept glancing at his mask and cape that was on the desk, "Are you sure i shouldn't wear it when we go out? It feels...Weird without it." JJ just smiled and signed. 'It's you're choice Marvin, You never cared about what people thought when you wear that everyday in and out. But I do want you to be happy when you go out with them.' Marvin smiled and looked back at JJ and hugged him. "You really are the emotional support everyone needs." He joked, JJ let out a quiet laugh then looked back at the magician to fix his hair a bit. Marvin looked back at the mirror and an idea popped in his head. "i suppose I can think of something to make myself recognizable." Green flames slowly rose from his left palm and appeared a small golden clip with a white cat attached to it. He clicked it on his hair and felt satisfied with his fit. "I'm ready." He said with a smile and JJ clapped excitedly. A knock alarmed them and came Chase's voice on the other side of the door. "Can i see my lovely Magician?" He asked. Marvin chuckled and felt blush rise to his cheeks. JJ huffed and walked over to the door and creaked it open to reveal his head and hands and signed. 'Not yet! Wait at the front door!' Chase chuckled and stepped away. "Calm down J, I'll grab Robbie along the way." And walked away. JJ closed the door and looked back and gave Marvin a thumbs up. "That wasn't necessary." He laughed out.

Anti smiled proudly at his work. "Alright, turn around for me bud." Robbie turned around with a smile. His purple hair was neatly but messily styled while his long sleeved shirt was checkered and matched with some black shorts. "Look at you! You look just like you're dad!" Anti lifted him up in the air and the little one laughed. "Thank you uncle Anti!" A knock and a door opening made both of them look and appeared Chase admiring the adorable scene. "Daddy!" Robbie yelled out happily. Chase chuckled. "Don't you look handsome." Chase said and carried Robbie himself while Robbie just blushed in embarrassment. "Thanks Anti." Anti grinned. "Enjoy you're day off lovebirds, and take care of the little zombie." He tickled Robbie while saying the last part making him laugh out loud.

Finally all 3 of them were walking in the park happily, Robbie was swinging on the swings in the playground while Chase and Marvin leaned on each other while sitting on the bench watching the happy zombie. "How could I get so lucky with someone so beautiful?" Chase muttered and turned his eyes to Marvin. He blushed and hid his face by looking down, "Didn't know you were gonna be sappy today." Marvin mumbled and Chase chuckled. "No but really, what did I do to deserve such a magical and loving man like you Kit Cat?" Marvin was hiding his face with his palms now. Robbie ran towards Marvin and giggled. "Mommy's all red Daddy!" Marvin looked up and carried his little zombie. "I'm not the only one who's gonna be red here now!" And tickled the joyful child.

In the evening they were in a forest laying down and admiring the stars above, the moon was out and gave such a beautiful and bright shine that touched the forest. Chase looked beside him and smiled in awe as the scene beside him was Marvin showing Robbie his magic and creating different animals and and more atmosphere around them. But something made Chase just fall in love with Marvin all over again. The moonlight shining onto Marvin's face in such a perfect angle that along with the magic he was performing it made him look well, magnificent. Marvin let his magic flow around them and let Robbie chase a figure of a deer. Marvin looked back at Chase and smiled, The magic and light surrounding him was a sight from heaven, "Take a picture dear, it'll last longer" Main smirked and winked. Chase was broken out of his little trance and softly grabbed Marvin's hand and kissed it. "I love you my magical kitten." Marvin blushed and kissed Chase. "I love you too my ridiculously brave sniper." And they both laughed. Then Robbie bumped into them and hugged them. "I love you!" The couple chuckled and hugged him as well. And then they watched the stars twinkle together, happily hugging each other and thought what could the future gift them that was much better when the family they have was all they want and need. (And done! I'm so sorry it's so long! I went ahead with all the ideas I had and couldn't resist😅 I hope this is good to satisfy you Veggie!)

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THIS WAS TOO CUTE!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

Thank you so much!!!

#submission #justyoursicanon #trickshot #robbie is just too cute for the world

[housefashionblog24]

Cricut or what

I like to watch this nyc lifestyle vlog sometimes, it is nice because there are things in the videos that I have seen before while shopping online or rarely in person shopping. I like the decorated glass tumblers in this video, which are like an iridescent set of cupcakes and cashmere brand glass tumblers I didn't purchase from the local tj maxx, or things I have seen online. In past videos, this youtuber used a customized taylor swift style viral Stanley cup and she decorated a coffee mug with her own cricut machine. I would love an excuse to work on a laptop again. Sometimes she goes to an influencer boxing class, I could get workout clothes just like the videos, she does her skincare and makeup with a big spa headband like they sell at the local ROSS or online. But I usually just watch the videos because I'm not working on any projects or goals, there is already too much cute or trendy stuff around me again without a purpose and I think if I got some salon equipment, my TV room would look like a beauty salon for children's parties. So many possibilities, but I don't know what to do. At least it is nice to see what they do on youtube for a cohesive media personality lifestyle.

Wouldnt it be fun to decorate these with a Cricut machine and apple laptop:

Meanwhile, I am experimenting with fake wisteria

I also thought about it, I have a dream catcher and a little bear fan, the decorations could go in another direction and be southwest or native appropriation style or taco bell speakeasy, it would look cool but probably not quite right for anything if I added a neon sign shaped like a Cactus and some colorful Mexican blankets.

Have you ever been so bored when you were in jail, you read some out of print books about missionaries and native americans. Like an older version of this book that has a map with Formosa

Then there was that obscure academic book about sioux Indians and some other inmates already tore out the pages with annie oakley's photograph. My old girl scout leader when I did girl scouts as a child was married to a descendent of Custer, I don't think there were any pages left in that jail book with his or his wife's photo. Last year, the girl scout leader helped my mom (troop co-leaders) with the garage/estate sale when before my mom moved away from this house, I don't know what kind of weird stuff was going on with her network, but it's the type of people who find men who look like my crime victims to prance around town with and send them thru the drive thru when I worked at mcdonalds and promote the singer jelly roll and the movie the whale and then do a background check that is incorrect and confuses my domestic crimes with what happened with this former friend that was a more serious charge until my plea deal, and I could never go back because of how everyone there violated me and scared me and I don't know how to play those games and thrive like other people, like whoever he was sending gift card codes to. I was recently reminded of this when I was streaming episodes of Dateline on youtube, and there was an episode about a woman in the military who was murdered on a military base. My friend was also involved with gift card romance scammers who said they were on military bases.

I could go on an on about advertising I've suffered through related to accusations from that case, I don't know how they do that, but I do not think it's fair to bother me anymore because he was my friend and I'm sorry it didn't work out and I can't go back.

Like, it wasn't a joke when he showed me photos of a woman in her underwear, bound and gagged with ransom notes superimposed text on the photos in weird font. He met her online and she got kidnapped instead of catching her flight to meet him. He actually called police departments other places. He told me that another girl friend of his was offering kidnapping for hire services, like reenacting a violent crime or some kinky thing )not like a cute thing like blindfolding someone on their way to their surprise destination birthday party). That is scary. Sometimes, I wonder if it is good when you're homeless to have the reputation of an insane criminal, like I did especially when i was homeless and trying to fulfill all my court obligations after release from jail. I did not get into that thing inmates (or some acquaintances or friends and family might do) do with announcing the maximum penalties when they talk about what they're in for.

I don't know if Jelly Roll has hosted of judged any beauty pageants, but thelaurennorris youtube competes in pageants. That collab would be almost as cool as when Taylor Swift and Ice Spice went to the Super bowl together. They have both done music videos with similar red hair, maybe they are wearing wigs or some type of hair extensions. It is like when you are similar but not quite as good looking as the hotel hostage photos of your friend's internet girlfriend. It is like "you might be a redneck" jokes but "you might be a red head"

#Youtube

[healeroflightanddark]

Bonds of the Soul, Chapter 7: Yoko's Pampering

Yuya’s family had two cars, one for Yoko to drive and one for Yusho. As Yuya sat in the front passenger seat of his mom’s car, he realized something.

“You know, neither of the cars is really big enough for all of us now,” he said, looking at his mom. “If Dad was in the car, one of my counterparts would have to go back in the mindscape.”

“I know, but your father and I were talking last night, and it’s about time that we got a new car anyway,” Yoko said. She appeared to be in a very good mood as they pulled into the driveway of the Sakaki house. “We’ve had this car since before you were even born. It’s about time we upgraded! Besides, I’ve always wanted a cute baby-blue minivan! Now go put your bag in your room, and come back. We’ve got a lot to do today!”

Yuya blinked, but obediently went inside to put his gymnastics bag away and came back out to the car. As the tomato buckled his seatbelt again, Yugo asked, “So, uh… where are we going now?”

“We’re going to the mall!” Yoko said cheerfully. “We’re going to get you four boys some new clothes and shoes, and room decorations, and all kinds of stuff!”

Yuya blinked, “But… I already have clothes?” Yoko frowned a little. “You have school clothes, Yuya. Which you wear everywhere. Even on weekends. You’re literally wearing your school uniform right now. It’s Saturday.”

“It’s… comfortable?” Yuya was a little confused about why his mom seemed to have a problem with him wearing his school uniform. His mother sighed. “Yuya, your father and I have been talking, and we agreed that you can’t just wear your school uniform all the time. You need normal, casual, everyday clothes. I was letting it slide to save money when your father was missing, but now that he’s back we’ll have more money coming in, so we can afford to splurge on clothes!”

Yuya pouted and crossed his arms, sliding down his seat a little. He never really liked clothes shopping in stores, preferring to simply buy new clothes online if he felt he needed them. Besides, he knew his mother would make him try on the clothes and show her how they fit if they went into a store, and that would take forever.

Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo on the other hand were excited to get new clothes. It had been a long time since any of them had gotten new clothes, and they were all hoping that they could pick out clothes they liked.

Yoko drove to the Duel Plaza Mall, finding a parking spot near the front entrance. The parking lot didn’t appear to be as crowded as it usually was on Saturdays, which was a bit surprising. Yoko led the four boys into the mall and to the nearest clothing store. “You boys go ahead and pick out anything you like, ok? Don’t worry about the price!”

Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo lit up excitedly, and scattered to go look for clothes. Yuya was much slower to search, only going when his mother gave him a nudge.

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Yuya had cheered up by the time they stopped at the food court for food four hours later, ladened with bags upon bags of new clothes, shoes, plushies, knickknacks, wall decor, toys, books, and fun activities. Sure, his mom had made all four of the counterparts try on the clothes they picked out, but they had all found plenty of clothes they liked that fit, and it only took them about an hour. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Yuya did know that he was long overdue for a wardrobe update. Besides, Yugo had found four hoodies that suited the counterparts perfectly. Purple for Yuri, dark gray for Yuto, orange for Yuya, and white for himself.

Each of the boys had found stores that interested them. Yuto had spent nearly half an hour in Hot Topic buying new studded wristbands, chokers, and even a new cape since his old one was worn to the point of tattering, and a near equal amount of time in an arts and crafts store. Yuri had discovered a garden store full of potted plants and bonsai trees, and a bookstore where he spent way too much time on the floor reading. Yugo meanwhile had found a motorcycle store with riding gear and plenty of high quality parts that he wanted to add to his D-Wheel, and a store selling little robots and robot construction kits. And Yuya made twenty-seven plushies at Build-A-Bear before he had to be dragged out of the shop to head for the food court.

They were now sitting in the food court, with a bit of food from every stall on their table. Yuri was sulking a little as he ate because Yoko wouldn’t let him read his new books at the dining table.

“Today was so much fun!” Yugo said happily as he munched on his yakisoba. “I’ve never really had the chance to really go on a shopping spree before!”

“Yeah, I liked it!” Yuto said. “Thank you for taking us shopping, Sakaki-san!”

“Oh, you don’t have to call me that!” Yoko said with a smile. “You can call me Yoko. Or Mom, if you like!”

Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo’s eyes widened at the permission to call Yuya’s mother Mom. None of them had ever had a mother figure before. But before any of them could really process this new information, Yoko picked up a box of cupcakes that she had gotten from one of the food stalls, and started passing the cupcakes out. “Here, boys! Have some cupcakes!”

Yuto, Yuri, and Yuya all happily dug into the cupcakes. But Yugo just held his, looking down at it. His eyes teared up, and he started sniffling.

“Oh, do you not like cupcakes?” Yoko asked, worried. Yugo started crying. “I-I’ve never had a cupcake before! O-only the Tops were allowed to have them!”

Yuri opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and closed it again. He had the most peculiar look on his face. Slowly he raised his hand and awkwardly patted Yugo’s shoulder. “Well… now you’re allowed to have a cupcake. So… go ahead and eat it…”

Yugo looked up at Yoko, as if asking for permission. The mother smiled warmly at him, “Go ahead, Yugo!” Yugo looked back down at the cupcake and began giving the frosting tiny licks, trying to make it last.

It took thirty minutes for Yugo to finish his cupcake. By then the rest of the food was also gone, apart from the remaining cupcakes in the box. Yoko stood up and the boys all cleared the trash and grabbed their purchase bags.

“There’s one more thing I want you boys to try,” Yoko said. “It’s something of a tradition when Yuya and I come to this mall.”

Yuya lit up happily. “Aw, yeah! The massage chairs! C’mon guys, I’ll lead the way!”

He led the group to an area in the mall with a couple rows of massage chairs. Yoko handed each of the boys some money to pay for the chairs, and each of them sat down in them. But as soon as Yuri’s chair activated, the cabbage-haired boy shrieked and squirmed.

“AHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT?! HAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT’S THIHIHIHIS?!” he squealed. He had never felt anything like this before. It felt weird, but in a good way?

“Yuri… are you… ticklish?” Yuto asked in surprise, looking at the squirming, laughing cabbage. Said cabbage squealed, “I DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!”

Yuto, Yugo, Yuya, and Yoko all giggled at Yuri’s reaction to the massage chair. The poor boy tried to endure the sensations, since he had already paid. Just when he didn’t think he could take it anymore, the chair turned off.

Yuri jumped out of the chair, blushing brightly and panting a little. Yuto looked at him in interest and amusement, “I didn’t know you were ticklish!” Yuri looked away. “Y-yeah well… neither did I…”

#cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on deviantart #cross posted on fanfiction.net #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #yugioh arc v #yuya sakaki #yugo #yuri #yuto #yoko sakaki #post canon #dimensionshipping