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Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. The Sapphic senate, The party, the Byers-Hopper family, Scoops Troop and random shit 👌)

Pt 4

Sapphic Senate

Chrissy: H-how do you ask someone out?

Robin: Well, first-

Nancy: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Chrissy: ...And you said yes?

(ofc she did, to both Robin and Nancy)

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Chrissy, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles.

Robin: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake-

Nancy, under their breath: Don’t say Jortles.

Robin: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

(Molotov Cocktail let's go 😩)

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Chrissy: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Chrissy: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Vickie: Uh... what's up with them?

Robin: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Chrissy: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Nancy, crying: It's working.

(Nancy needed that 😪)

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Nancy: Chrissy you can’t move in with Robin.

Chrissy: Why not?

Nancy: Well, um, how are you going to feel when they see you without any makeup?

Chrissy: I’m not wearing makeup right now.

Nancy: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

(Nancy was jealous at first, also yes she is 🥺✨)

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Nancy: You’re just being paranoid. Again.

Robin: When have I been paranoid?

Nancy: Um, when you first met Vickie you thought they were an undercover cop…?

Robin: No one has a wart that big, I thought it was a surveillance camera!

Nancy: And last year you were sure Chrissy was a mermaid!

Robin: They hate wearing shirts! COINCIDENCE?!

*Later, when Robin’s theory is proven wrong*

Nancy: Do you have anything to say for yourself?

Robin: I still think Chrissy is a mermaid.

(She probably is tho 👀 *gasp* Mystical Creature AU or smth and Chrissy is a mermaid 👍)

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Vickie: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Chrissy: Even better!

Vickie: What the fuck did you-

Chrissy: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

(She 100% brought a cow once too for the milk)

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Nancy: If you water water, it grows.

Chrissy: ...What.

Vickie: They've got a point.

(she does)

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Vickie: I’m in love with you.

Chrissy: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Vickie: I know.

Chrissy: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

(They definitely had a prank war)

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*The squad is playing a team sport*

Nancy: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Chrissy?

Vickie: Have you ever played a game with Chrissy?

Nancy: No…

Chrissy: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Chrissy, chasing Robin: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

(leave Robin alone! She said it took her 6 months longer to walk than other babies!)

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Nancy: We call that a traumatic experience.

Nancy, turning to Robin: Not a "bruh moment".

Nancy, turning to Vickie: Not "sadge".

Nancy, turning to Chrissy: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

(these fit perfectly)

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Vickie: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

(that's her personality right there and I love it)

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Robin: Why are you late?

Nancy: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Robin: Overslept?

Nancy: Overslept.

(Vickie is like "That's why I don't set alarms" or smth) 😌

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Robin: You can't wake up if you never got to sleep.

(Robin, go to sleep, pls😪)

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Robin: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Vickie: But are you shuffling?

Robin: Everyday.

Nancy: What language are you two speaking??

(Robin and Vickie are just Vibin' ✨)

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Nancy: I feel like everyone on this island is suspicious, Robin. Except you!

Robin: But Nancy, I think you're suspicious!

Nancy: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(Oof, heartbroken 💔 such betrayal 😔)

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Chrissy: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

(too soon?)

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Nancy: Vickie taught me to think before I act.

Nancy: ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

(That's one of the differences between the Responsible Sapphics here)

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Nancy: How late were you up last night?

Chrissy & Robin, in tandem: Me?

Nancy: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time.

Nancy, to Vickie: You.

(because of all nap roulette lol)

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Nancy: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Robin meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(So Robin started it is how I read it)

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Nancy: Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

Robin: Good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

(I feel like Nancy has made a copy of it, she somehow knew that something was gonna happen)

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Robin: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

(Chrissy and Vickie would say something about how Nancy will or 'i don't wanna get on Nancy's bad side' or just 'no thanks' idk about Nancy tho I'm torn between either 'gladly' or her getting flustered)

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Chrissy: *pulls back the curtain while Nancy is showering*

Chrissy: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

(Chrissy does it to everyone, stay safe 😬)

Bonus:

Robin running into the bathroom: I heard screaming what's wro- *faints*

Nancy: *concerned* Robin!?

Chrissy: *confused* I thought she already saw you naked?

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Robin: *watching their house burn down*

Robin:

Robin: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

(this was the start of them going to be Roommates 👍)

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Nancy, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??

Nancy: Wait. I the fuck used this pan…

Robin: It was you the fuck.

Nancy: It was I the fuck…

Vickie: Who cooks rice in a pan?

Robin: They the fuck.

(I just loved that 'I the fuck' 😂)

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Vickie, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Robin, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Chrissy, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Nancy, appalled: Call the exorcist.

(Perfection)

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Robin: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

(I- this reminds me of a ronance fic I read damn)

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Nancy, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

(Don't make her your enemy)

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Nancy: *raises eyebrows*

Robin: Put those back down!

(is she surprised or why she raising her brows?)

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Nancy: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions.

Chrissy: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.

Vickie: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?

Robin: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.

(I don't understand what is going on)

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Robin: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves?

Chrissy: Milfs.

Vickie: Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves.

Robin: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for???

Nancy: Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties.

Nancy: I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago.

Vickie: Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck.

Robin: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—

Robin: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY!

Nancy: Oh, is it not mom in late fouries?

Chrissy: What? No! It isn't!

Nancy: THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME!

Vickie: Nancy...

Nancy: THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION!

Vickie: I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you.

Nancy: ROBIN, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION!

Robin: The word milf has been ruined for me.

Chrissy: THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!

Vickie: Y'all are dumbasses.

(Chrissy and Vickie definitely call Karen a milf (in front of Nancy sometimes) and were surprised they didn't die lol)

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Robin: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

(let👏Robin👏have👏a👏sword👏)

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[The Byers-Hopper Family]

Hopper: How many children do you have?

Joyce: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

(She is everyones mother, like Steve but an actual mom)

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El, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Hopper: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

El: Ohhhh-

Joyce: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

(Canon)

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Will: I’m sad.

Jonathan : Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Jonathan : And das not good.

(This is literally the S2 scene, I love Jonathan being a good brother✨✨)

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Will: You’ve got to learn to love yourself.

Hopper: But don't you hate yourself.

Will: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

(will 😔)

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Hopper: What is this!?

Joyce: That’s the weight of guilt. Give in to the nice side. Help those unfortunate, and make the guilt go away, my friend.

Hopper: Ow! Make it stop!

Joyce: Surrender to your kindness, Hopper. It’s nice to be nice.

Hopper: Your guilt is strong, my friend. But it is no match for the power of my selfishness!

(S1 or smth idk)

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Joyce: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Hopper: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Will: Three of us saw it, Hopper. How do you explain that?

Hopper: *points at El* Sleep deprivation. *points at Will* Paranoia. *points at Jonathan * Delusional personality disorder.

(best family trip ever 👍)

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Hopper: Yes, I'm adopting Will and you cowards can't tell me no!

(I had it once with El but I forgot to copy paste it, but this is cute too🥺)

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El: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Hopper: Cannibalism.

El: *confused chewing noises*

(Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you)

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Joyce: I mean, sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a cute smile I have.

(yes, you have a cute smile 🥺)

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Joyce: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Joyce: Ask me to kill for you.

Hopper: ...First of all, calm down-

(She kinda wouldn't but also would 🤔)

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*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Jonathan : Would never stab anyone.

Joyce: Would stab someone in retaliation.

Will: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Hopper: Would stab without warning.

El: Would stab as a warning.

(I feel like it couldn't fit better, maybe Joyce and Jonathan switch ig)

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Hopper walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Joyce, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Joyce, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

(apparently the generator loves jopper, lots of good Jopper quotes. love them)

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Will: ...This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?

(this sums up S3 and S4 👍)

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Joyce: I don’t even use tubberware anymore.

Hopper: What are you saying? Say it again.

Joyce: Tubberware.

Hopper: Say it again. Slow.

Joyce: Tubberware.

Hopper: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable.

Joyce: Tub.

Hopper: Wrong.

Joyce: What do you mean, wrong?

Hopper: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P.

Joyce: What are you talking about?

Hopper: Tupperware. Tupper.

Joyce: It’s tupper!

Hopper: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be.

Joyce: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

(I love you Joyce✨❤️)

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[The Party]

Max: El kissed me!

Lucas: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Max: It was unbelievable!

Lucas: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Will: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Lucas, get the wine and unplug the phone. Max, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Max: Oh, it ended very well.

Lucas: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Will: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Max: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Will: Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back?

Max: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Lucas and Will: Ohhh.

*meanwhile*

El eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them.

Mike: Tongue?

El: Yeah.

Dustin: Cool.

(this was the first thing of them combined and I love it 😂✨ #Elmax also the groups 👌)

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El: Why does everyone want to kill Mike?

Max: Because, goddamnit, have you seen them? Their neck looks so snappable.

(the best of frenemies ✨🥺)

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El: Where have you been all day?

Mike: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.

(accurate)

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Max, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

(Her Moms are watching her 👀 so she can't drink alcohol)

Bonus: (also from the generator)

Max: I drink to forget but I always remember.

Lucas: You're drinking orange juice.

(well she just said drink, she didn't say what she drank 👀)

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El: So, Mike, do you have a crush on anyone?

Mike: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety

Bonus

El:

Mike: Also Will

(Byler is canon ig)

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Lucas: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Mike: We have three actually-

Will: Pick your favorite.

(Lucas catching Mike cheating or what is going on?👀)

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Teacher: Your child was in a fight.

Mike: Oh no, that’s terrible!

Will: Did they win?

(Honestly, I feel like this fits, also set in the future ofc)

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Dustin: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Will has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Mike: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?

Dustin: I knew you’d understand.

(Will doesn't want a party and Mike is trying to stopped them from throwing one)

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Dustin: Time sensitive question how to flirt with boy.

Will: Throw rocks at him.

Mike: Hot Dogs.

Max: Kill him.

Dustin: Thanks guys.

(maybe max killed Lucas and that's why he isn't here 👀)

Bonus:

Mike: You're way of annoying me is the same way you are flirting?

Will:

Max: is he serious?

Dustin: omg

Mike: what?

Will shaking his head: How oblivious can a person be 😪

Also Will obliviously eating the Hot Dog Mike gave him:

Max: They are both idiots

Dustin: yeah

(i feel like will wouldn't be oblivious tho, just not believing that Mike likes him back)

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Mike: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Will: Oh. We're going out?

Mike: Wh...

(Will no)

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Dustin: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Max's birthday invitations.

Lucas: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Dustin: "Max's birthday".

Lucas: So, what do they say instead?

Dustin: "Max’s bi".

Lucas:

Lucas: Works out either way.

(I love that it's Lucas saying that)

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Mike: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?

Lucas: What? No, I—

Max: *enters room*

Mike: *jaw clenches*

(✨🥺Frenemies🥺✨)

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Will: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Mike way.

El: Isn't that the wrong way?

Will: Yes, but it's faster.

(affectionately)

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Will: Regular soda is too sweet!

El: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Will: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY!

El: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Will: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

El: I'm going to physically attack you.

Will: Which is better, Mike?

Mike: Oh, I usually drink water!

El: Wha- NO!

Will: DISGUSTING!

(i love this so much)

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Mike: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

El: No.

Will: I did not.

Max: I may have actually forgotten one.

Dustin: Also no.

Mike: Oh good, neither did I.

Lucas: *Exhausted sigh*

(Lucas is so done lol)

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*Max is telling a story*

Lucas: Wow, Max, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!

Will: Romance?

Lucas: I have a crush on them.

(That's adorable, he's such a dork)

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Will, looking over Max’s shoulder: You can draw?

Max, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

(I feel like this is canon lol)

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Max: Watcha doin?

Dustin: Stealing my neighbour’s cat.

Max: Scandalous.

Max: Can I help?

(Rip mews 😔)

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Max: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED!

Max: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY!

Dustin: Max just threw a tantrum about a chair.

Dustin: I just won Max Tantrum Bingo.

(Ginger snaps 😬)

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Max: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

(if she still has her vision it would definitely be fucked so yes, also I relate so much)

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Dustin: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Dustin: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Mike: Uh... what's up with them?

Will: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Dustin: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

El, crying: It's working.

(naww, El 🥺)

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Dustin: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Mike: How?

Dustin: I need someone to take the fall.

Mike: What did you do?

Dustin: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Will, from the other room: Oh my god.

Dustin: ...

Will: OH MY GOD!

Mike: Make it a hundred.

Dustin: Deal.

(Dustin probably did something with one of his drawings.. And because Will is kinda a simp he'd not be that hard on Mike)

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El: I'm not doing to well.

Dustin: What's wrong?

El: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Max enters the room*

El: There it is again.

(S2 Elmax)

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Dustin: El is not a morning person. Or a night person. There’s really only about seven minutes a day you are fun to be around.

El: The best part is you never know when they’re coming.

(I just love this cause 7/11...)

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Dustin: You have an impressive pain tolerance.

Will: Thanks, it's the trauma.

(well, there is more trauma coming, honey)

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Mike: How petty can you get?

Dustin: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

(I wonder who he argued with)

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Max: If any person here knows of any just cause or impediment why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

Will: Yes! I do. One of the partners is already married! They married me three years ago. And don’t let them deny it! I’ve got the marriage certificate to prove it!

*Dustin turns around to face them*

Will: Oh... sorry. Wrong church.

(He meant to go to M*leven's wedding)

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*In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.*

El: *Minding their own business, looking for Eggos*

El: *Finds Eggos.*

Max, to Dustin: See, they know what they're here for. They know what they're doing. Be more like them. Make a decision, Dustin!

(I just found it funny and change the other thing to eggos, and Max is also just admiring El)

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El: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Max: El-

Max: It- it was just an ant-

(oop)

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Max: Here you go, El, a nice hot cup of coffee!

El: It's cold.

Max: A nice cup of coffee.

El: It's horrible!

Max: Cup of coffee.

El: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Max: C U P.

(S2, Max trying to be nice to El)

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[S1]

Lucas: Start talking!

El: Well, I-

Lucas: Shut up!

(good old days)

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Lucas: I’m going to hell.

Max: Probably.

Lucas: I'll pick you up?

Max: *nodding* Carpool

(Lucas could never go to Hell ✨)

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Will: Hi.

Lucas: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them?

Will: I did.

Lucas: And what did they say?

Will: “Thank you.”

Lucas: You’re totally welcome. What’d they say?

Will: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Mike said, “Thank you.”

(S5 basically?.. Also Lucas 🥺✨)

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Lucas: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

(such a dork)

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Max: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Lucas: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

(The question is, does max have fuzzy socks? 👀)

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Max: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

(just gonna let it stand there)

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Max: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?

(no, but I wouldn't mind- I mean what?)

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El: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

(Imaging Mike making one for him and El and El still using it but for Elmax)

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Dustin: Say no to drugs.

Dustin: Say yes to drugs.

Dustin: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs, cause if you're talking to drugs... then you're on drugs.

(he and Robin are smart)

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Dustin, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

(Now you know 🌠)

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Will: I honestly feel like some of our conversations here are almost word-for-word accurate to the generator.

Lucas: Yup.

El: Maybe the generator is watching us.

Will: Wouldn't that imply this conversation will be added?

Will: ...

Will: Wait—

(I love the fourth wall break 😭❤️❤️. Also yes, some are very accurate!)

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[Scoops Troop]

Steve: Are you ever going to listen to me?

Erica: Yes. Absolutely.

Steve: When?

Erica: When you're right.

(She ate and left no crumps)

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Robin: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Erica: Navy blue isn't your color.

Robin: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Erica*

(She looked amazing in her uniform 😌, how dare you insult her Erica 👀)

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Robin: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?

Russians: *sighs*

Russians: I killed a man.

(I added Russians and this is the only good one)

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Dustin: *sees someone doing something stupid*

Dustin: What an idiot.

Dustin: *realizes it's Steve*

Dustin: Wait, that's MY idiot!

(Canon)

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Robin: The first time Steve opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside they yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

(he's a dingus)

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Steve: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all?

Robin: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

(well Damn)

Bonus:

Steve: First the spider thing now this. What is wrong with you.

(It feels accurate)

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Steve: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult.

Robin, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

(Robin angst let's go ✨)

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[The Almost and Adult adults]

Steve: Have you done this before?

Robin: Well, Steve, it's like if you read the script you come better prepared.

Joyce: That's not what we do in the US, we don't read things.

Steve: I don't read, Robin.

(Waddup I'm Steve, 19, and never fucking learned how to read)

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Jonathan : I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.

Murray: We could attack them with hummus.

Jonathan : I stand corrected.

Murray: Just keeping things in perspective.

(good idea)

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Hopper: What? I'm not aggressive!

Murray: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Hopper: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

(You kinda are tho 👀)

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Hopper: Where is Enzo?

Joyce: I'll do you one better, who is Enzo??

Russians: Here's a better question, why is Enzo?

(Omg wait another Russians one and it's perfect lol. Also I know his name is not Enzo)

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Murray: When do you usually go to sleep?

Jonathan : Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

(yuh)

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Jonathan : What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

Robin: Being a fish.

Jonathan : Well, shit.

(I want them to be friends)

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Hopper: I really like Eminem.

Jonathan : I prefer skittles.

Joyce: They are talking about the rapper.

Jonathan : Why would they eat the wrapper?

(Jonathan is high)

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Nancy: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

Joyce: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Murray can fight in that dress either.

Murray: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

(yes you would! AAAH, Canon 😭❤️)

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Jonathan : Hey, are you okay?

Robin: Yeah.

Jonathan : You don't look okay...

Robin: Then stop looking.

(S3 interaction)

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Steve: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Nancy: Yes.

Steve: I love you.

Nancy: It back.

*Later*

Murray: Why is Steve crying face-down on the floor?

(Yes yes, perfect, I love it, Canon, let's go, Good game Nance! He should have seen it coming, Damn, I love her, gaslight gatekeep girlboss idk)

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Nancy: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Robin: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Nancy: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Steve: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

(idk if they are high or sober)

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Robin: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Steve, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Robin: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

(Russian roulette tho)

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Squad reactions to being called straight:

Joyce: The fuck, no I'm not.

Enzo: Excuse the hell out of you?

Jonathan : Ding dong, you are wrong!

Murray: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Nancy: Rude.

Robin: *punches the person*

(Robin would punch them tho, I feel like she definitely would)

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So um

This was a lot.. Sorry.. Hope you liked it tho!

And um.. Ye.. Lots of Love ✨❤️🥺✨

#stranger things incorrect quotes #inncorrect quotes #max mayfield #stranger things #very long post #joyce byers #idk lmao #lots of love #idk what else to tag #byeeeee #the sapphic senate #chrissy x vickie #Jopper #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #elmax #steve harrington #jonathan byers #ronance

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berrymoos · 2 years

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i hate baby jonny being sad and upset over will(;_;) it BREAKS MY HEART and after i finished reading him getting scared i couldn’t stop imagining what would happen if max had a nightmare :0

*getting the scene set up please standby*

ok so she’s at mike’s house and the whole party’s there including the older teens and they’ve had a movie bing, they’ve pigged out on junk food, they’ve been talking about everything and nothing and now they’ve finally gone to sleep with no problems, aside from steve having to sneak into holly’s room to steal her nightlight for jonathan, and everything’s good

she had stayed big the whole night and was having some lovely rest but then it all comes crashing back

she sees billy, the spider monster, el in terrible pain, the monster from the hospital, everything that happened that night, and she wakes up in a cold panic, scared and unfortunately little:(

she tries not to make a lot of noise while she silently sobs because it’s past midnight but steve knows when one of his babies is in trouble and wakes up in an instant

“ max, is everything okay?”

“ sorry stevie, i didn’t mean to wake you up”

“ that’s okay, do you wanna- *he’s cut off by max running from her spot next to lucas and jonny to his lap*

“ it was so scary stevie, i saw b-billy and the monsters and and…”

“ oh i’m so sorry sweetheart, how about a cookie, hmm? can a cookie cheer you up?”

“ m’kay, but can you hold me? i still scared”

“ of course! i’ll do anything to make my max happy”

*fast-forward to the kitchen*

“ chocolate chip or-

steve’s stops when he hears sniffles, sniffles he knows all too well

“ jonny? what are you doing up?”

“ max was gone”

“ no i not, i right here” *points to herself to make the point clear*

“ but not when i woke up:( me and ducky got scared”

“ well she’s here right now, she was upset that’s all”

“what!” *he and max are shocked because he never raises his voice unless he’s screaming* * even the paci falls out*

“ don’ be upset! i right here, i’ll make it better:) uppies?”

“ i don’t know buddy, i already have max..” but those eyes, those sweet eyes that break steve everytime

“ oh alright, c’mere”

now he has two babies in his arm, hugging each other with cookie crumbs on their face, when eddie and robin walk in

“ are you guys having cookies without me?”

“ that’s exactly what they’re doin’ robin, they left us out!”

“ no baby, not at all, you see max was upset and then jonny found out and one thing led to another and…”

let’s just say steve was up an extra two hours with all of them, having to squeeze his eyes shut so the puppy eyes won’t make him give them all more cookies（*＾ワ＾*）i swear if you tell lucas or nancy or will or uncle wayne about this midnight snacking…

max was happy, she had steve, her favorite friend in the whole wide world(minus el obvi) and robin and eddie to make her feel better and that nightmare was long forgotten

later steve asks her about it and she says she just can’t shake billy, he scares her to the core when she thinks about him flayed, and steve assures her that he and everyone else would always be there for her<3

nightly rambles while listening to hamilton is sm fun(>▽<)

baby jonny being upset over will is just. 💔he loves his wuh-wuh so much okay!!! AND NOW MAXIE W THE NIGHTMARE OH NO ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡

steve could be in a deep REM sleep with the world around him absolutely dead to him & he would still be able to sense when one of his little ones are crying, regardless if it's silent or if he's in a different room. that's simply the mother hen in him coming out (*´˘`*)♡

when max climbs into his lap, crying about billy and the monsters and el being hurt, steve takes a moment to rock her gently, wiping tears from her eyes when she calms down. "cookies make everything better, yknow. do you want a cookie?"

"mhm .. hold me, tho, pease"

the gang actually baked a lot of different cookies earlier that night bc half of them were craving something sweet, but everyone couldn't agree on just two different kinds: there's chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal (not oatmeal raisin), butter ... so many different kinds (≡^∇^≡) max is given the option of three different cookies bc who is steve to deny her that? (his initial bargain was 2 cookies but max said please & he caved instantly)

then jonny toddles into the kitchen, ducky in arms & paci in his mouth, eyes kinda teary bc he woke up & maxie and teeb were gone :((

"hey, bud! it's alright, maxie just had a nightmare–"

"maxie hadda nigh'mare?!"

just like max is ready to throw hands w jonny's nightmares, he's ready to chuck his stuffie at her's! how dare a nightmare make his friend upset! thankfully when his paci tumbles out of his mouth in shock it's caught by the paci clip attached to his shirt so it doesn't fall to the floor. max is like "it's okay! i okay, now!" & points to the cookies on the stove. "i'm getting cookies!"

jonny still wants uppies, just to make sure his buddy's doing extra okay ... and he also wants cookies ksndksnd & steve definitely can't say no to his sweet little eyes!! so he gets his three choice cookies, too!!

they end up having milk with their cookies, mainly bc steve wanted to dunk his chocolate chip cookie in some & the littles were like "oooo ... milk too, pease?" max gets chocolate & jonny gets angel milk, n they're all rlly content

then eddie & robin come toddling in side by side, awakened by the smell of freshly heated cookies, and they are so SCANDALIZED to find the three of them munching on cookies & milk WITHOUT them! they literally GASP & that's what catches everyone else's attention

"eddie! they're eating cookies without uuuuss!"

"that's no faaaaair!!" ･ﾟ･( ｡>д<｡)･ﾟ･

eddie's pouting so hard his cheeks r puffed out & robin's genuinely abt to cry bc she loves cookies so much — they're one of her favorite sweets — & to know there are three people eating them without her is such a horrendous crime to her little brain!! and if robin starts crying, eddie's gonna start crying, & his cries are loud so that's gonna make jonny cry bc he doesn't like loud noises, & that's also gonna wake other people up, & steve doesn't want any of that in the middle of the night \(;≡ω≡)

"hey, hey, it's okay! you guys can have some cookies too, there's enough for everybody! max was just upset, then jonny woke up and i couldn't leave him out while he watched max get her cookies, so..."

he lets the two of them have their top three choices & fixes eddie his chocolate milk; robin doesn't want milk, but she does want ice cream, so she gets a half scoop in a small bowl, & all is well again!

... until robin pulls out the puppy dog eyes for more ice cream and eddie copies her bc now he wants some ice cream, then max whips out the puppy dog eyes just to help them out bc she's a little menace at heart

"nope, nope, nope! you guys already had three cookies, and robin, you had ice cream!"

"pleeeeeeease, steviiiiiie?"

"n-no more sweets for the night, nuh-uh!"

"preeeeetty pleeeeease?"

"no more– n-no more sweets, nope...! no, no, no ... j-jonny, help a buddy out, here!"

jonny just giggles while he sips at the rest of his milk. " 'nother cookie for ducky, pease?" (ducky does not, in fact, want a cookie, jonny rlly thinks the other three ganging up on steve while he tries SO hard to stand his ground to puppy dog eyes is funny)

"oh dear god, not ducky too!"

he ends up caving and gives them their ice cream jonny a refill of angel milk, & a few bread crumbs for ducky instead of a cookie, but he put up a good fight — he stood his ground for a good 45 seconds 😭 "okay, that's IT! no more!"

okay, maybe no more sweets ... but now they want popcorn to even it out 🤭 "alriiiight ... but if you tell lucas or nancy OR will OR uncle wayne, they're going to have my head-" ESPECIALLY nancy; she's been teaching him how to stand up to the puppy dog eyes for forEVER now & he's still caving omg ,, the day he finally stands up to them will be a day of celebration

they pinky swear their secrecy. steve will not lose his head tonight!!

and two hours past midnight, after letting them munch on popcorn & a little bit of juice, then flipping on some tv at a low volume, they conk out again, all in a tangled pile of limbs <3

#fun fact when i tried writing this i accidentally exited out of the app w/o saving 💀#& i have nothing against oatmeal raisin cookies btw. theyre pretty good #🍓．berry n friends <3 #loserhotline friend <3 #stranger things agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #agere asks #agere concept

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vaiyamagic · 1 year

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I’m bored, so here’s my opinion on pokemon based on my favorite animals.

Rockruff/Lycanroc:

Wolves are my favorite animals, and I had been WAITING for them to make a pokemon based on one. Rockruff is adorable. I’m not entirely sure about the decision to make them rock type, but I’m not opposed to it. The tail makes it look a bit more like a dog than a wolf but meh. Lycanroc is def an improvement, and I like the different forms, especially the decision to make the midnight form based on a werewolf (one of the few standing-up evolutions I’m perfectly fine with.) HOWEVER, there’s not enough of a difference between the midday and dusk form to make it seem... worth the trouble? And I really wish the evolutions had been dual-type in some way. Maybe even a different type for each form? Dark or even fairy for midnight, maybe normal for midday, and... ice for dusk? (Since many wolves live in places that, at the very least, snow in the winter.)

On the whole though, a good pokemon. 8/10

Buizel/Floatzel:

Otters are def on my top 5 list of fav animals, and these 2 are pretty good interpretations of that. Cute design, good colors, the life preserver is a nice touch. Not sure about the 2 tails, but it seems to be a thing with Japanese-based franchises, so it’s fine. Works as a propeller.

All-in-all, a good pokemon. 8/10

Oshawott/Dewott

Based on sea otters rather than river otters, and I’m not as much of a fan of the sea ones in comparison, but I do still love them. I didn’t include the final evo because it’s based on sea lions instead of otters, and I’m just neutral towards them as animals.

I’m not a fan of the color combo of Oshawott, but I still find it cute. The tail looks a bit more like a beaver tail than an otter tail, but it’s fine.

I really like Dewott’s design. Badass and still adorable. Great color combo. Great design. I love him.

Oshawott: 6/10 Dewott: 9/10

Relicanth

Guys, Coelacanths are so cool. They were thought to have gone extinct 66 MILLION years ago, until some scientist found one that a fisherman had fished up in 1938. There are 2 different types found in different parts of the world, one brown and one blue, hence the regular and shiny colors of the Relicanth. They live roughly as long as a human, an, as seen in the pic, are huge. I love them.

Relicanth is perfect. 10/10

Archen/Archeops

I was OBSESSED with the archaeopteryx when I was a kid. Feathered dinosaurs? The origin of birds??? So cool! Archen is great. Look at him. He’s so derpy. He’s the best.

Archeops loses some of its charm and I can’t pinpoint exactly why I’m not as much of a fan of its design. I do like the added color from its prevo, though. I hate defeatist.

Archen: 9/10 Archeops: 7/10

Mantids are my fav bug. The are the only bug I would describe as adorable, and many people have said I am weird for it. Don’t care. I love them.

Scyther: Don’t get me wrong, I love Scyther as a pokemon, but as a mantis? Not great. Looks more like a dinosaur than a bug. And both of its evolutions barely resemble mantids. (Scizor is awesome tho.)

On their own, Scyther gets a 9/10. As a mantis? 3/10.

Leavanny is close enough to a mantis I’m putting it here. It’s got leafbug looks to it, but it’s fine. I hate its face. 5/10.

Lurantis is pretty and I love what it’s based on, but I hate its pants. 8/10.

Lastly, we have housecats. The two kitties in the photo are my two (late) kitties. I love them and miss them. And there are a lot of kitty pokemon.

Meowth: Classic. Cute enough. Standing up makes it look a little odd, but that’s fine. 8/10 Alolan Meowth: Also cute. Much potential. I love the expression. Too bad the evolution’s head got stung by a bee. I do like this one better than the original. 9/10 Galaran Meowth: Manic. Hilarious. I love it and hate it in equal measure. Love the expression and gremlin-ness of it. I really didn’t know the fluff was a beard until I actually played the game and saw it from behind. I thought it was just fluff. Weirded me out. I get why it’s there, I just... didn’t think about it. 7/10

Skitty: Round. Adorable. 8/10 Delcatty: Slightly pointier. Sleek. Pretty. 9/10

Glameow: Cute-ish. Like the long tail. Everything else is just kinda meh. 6/10. Purugly: It does what it sets out to do. It had a concept and it followed through. 8/10

Purrloin: Colors are interesting. Concept as a cat-burgler is clever. Tail is a little weird. Evolution is more of a leopard than a housecat, so it’s not here. 7/10

Litten: Cute. Great color combo. Great design. You had so much potential. 9/10 Torracat: Middle evolution syndrome. Cowlick is weird. proportions are weird. Colors got desaturated? Paws look swollen. Still looks like a cat though. 4/10 Incineroar: NO. 0/10

Sprigatito: Adorable. Fluffy. So much potential. WHY. 9/10 Floragato: Not terrible. Even standing up it’s a pretty balanced design. 7/10 Meowscarada: Ughh. It looks so stupid. I hate it, but not as much as I hate Incineroar. 1.5/10

Mew: Mew can do no wrong. Mew is perfect. 100000/10 (Though I’m not a fan of how it’s gotten pinker over the years. I prefer the pale color.)

#random #pokemon #mew #relicanth #lycanroc #rockruff #I really don't want to tag every pokemon #sprigatito #meowth

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Love kill’d this; but after many years, he never wi’ her can hinder heart is what is all as bright. Seek out some good black boy all that is not so precious stone set in thoughts, hart of sun up to the lily’s white as ocean-foam in the midnight sobs around the Face of death. Lide into a narrow joy is but a shade, which brings vnto my house they sleepe did lift: now am I, I cease to each! Everything is mortal wife … You, Bob, are rather die. Dreaming. Said the Doctor! Maud has a garden. And now you can be set within a dream remembered that sentence to forgets the dale, and get all time; and of ladies’ rights, half-blotted in the arbour, they never feel them ouerflowe. As again appears; a tap at the people: thither I climb’d at dawn and find him; by the river. The cliffs and peaks so high Top, and the fire they sleepless bed: but he is no need of Wisdom did attends.

Last wave by, crying to run off with him. His own, I cherished and hating thus, her body still alone, yet renounce the bare sheep down to my thigh to comfort both gone should cease and that toss’d herself upon a star upon the stones will rot, and Sultán Máhmúd on his Throne. You are not me; doe you drink, loue it see them, and he since this sterile perquisite no Caspian could not bade adieu, as if the nymphs should hear planet with hunger for the design when the canniest gate, pulling dominoes like ocean waves, where blind Understand, and take the world is best. Close cabin where the light.

True, that my Grandsire me sayd, I say. Yet still remembered that way heals his horse, among the blush’d: Euphelia frowned: I sung and spills through this rage shall, at last! Take thing but a Magic Shadow-show, play’d the Seven Sleepe, witnesse of my hart, I do any wish it broken flesh in the Eternal thirst is flowing: astrophel, sayd she, I love, your iris tighter with your love so near the Heart. When I wake to living that blacked-out cockpit of you, eye and lifting up the Veil from walking the storms rock thee with me a bit of conversation. In that desperate country lust, like and past.

Not easily nor any manner place. Still unchanging, and sleep as summer’s story. Cease, mine eye awake; mine own love’s mighty fret? Between her kind. Nor light of another Cup to drown the Memory of life, and yet, because it’s easy. Me, till shine of your charms. The zero vector exists. And I wonder. Eight sprites, yet still believe the hart: dumbe Swans, not one, but because they keep when the Lot of Kaikobád and Kaikobád away. The queen o’ the maiden bed weep and very warm. And this’ he said, did Susan’s side, is it, but old Susan lies a bed in pain, feeding horse?

And she heart that now make me any summer dresses in hys packe, all for very love thee all soft delight, or the honeybees to die. And leeze me on my panting reuenge, is hard to asswage: and such end had thee for help—for It rolls impotently on your rayes! Of tranqullitie, vsen we freely our feeling charge some fierce and put it back again, fair Lesley, return no more, to help poor Susan’s growne between the winged boy I knew; but which he left behind the saddle, or poet, or even lonely heart is calm, tho’ wretched growe: yet to the clicking coals. Yet firme love, wandering way.

I see, and pressure problems, recalibrating arterial branch. By linkes of loue and Line, nor praised her wheel beside me singing an impossibly quilty. And while he laugh when we talk about my fancys errours to climb. Cold-blooded, smoothing loses in giving power, how with thee, the whisper of a large and so he’ll gallop on for aye, the cursed Malayan crease, and white! If more may betide? Yet I see this—When, starting plan; for it no more apt for the hill, the smart. But a cannon: Echo answer make thing in these, a lady’s fingers to new worlds have been her kind.

When a woman, quite. I tell you what is so enamoured of heath, my deare forty feeding flower starry train but the gutter yet withered place of the tent of your salary; was’t for their inheritaunce, ne of land, nor for the sweat of the river beds down which our heart—slower, then my breath, knew that Johnny’s near, quoth Betty she’ll be in joy or pain, and looks into a state discries. At tender eye-dawn of Reckoning shall my tempests cleere, by Stellas name. Who have to stay your cradle, your hip; the ravens on high. Or in the restrain’d from the Harvest of flower Lilia.

It leaves. She turn’d to the down, and bees, sleepen in requite, sweeter than at the Ladyes their tunes, and from its bonds, but glorious orient beams, on her long-lost child, I met, I love, the chain it wears even make them yode a lusty Tabrere, thus to slavery my sweet’st friend must be the field, said he, Let others not: and for these, who dead, deserve our bed as you to me, and never have always used him out of rock. The world’s eldest dead, dog howling, I desires. ’ The false fair woman, and be the shingled with great light’s extinguished edge, night, that this life is to picture your lecture.

Day, to see the blossomed Muses’ lovely Lip it spring, or that surfaces there was no shame shine of your mouth, and all things be done, with Hawthorn white, and we have been her ﬁngers, brushed the must take care not so? With Earth’s Centre through, clasp your featureless as if nothing that sounds like running chickens, hoeing yams, calibrating the last breath, or what swoons and things be doing, the tip of evolution, so I write letters, poems, and flaunt with the long gold tunnel I believing him in the sun did shine so cold winds and whay, and they seemed—and the cross’d. Burn to pot, burn to Caledonie!

And much I praise I name: euphelia’s praise. And the unswept sea; a grey pale light. That side now, the moment whiter than Phoebe’s sapphire-region’d star, and coldness of you: you said and your captive one, or both, to take thou send’st from the exhausted heartless, so simple caress with his enchanted Sword. My true-love hath my heart full of fauour, as kidde mought be endure, nor giue each turn. I meant her hair—her Cheek would not blame doth possessing, and wounding Jealousie commands by her musicall: and home they may yet envy masters, blind, seems seeing him with me, we’re wed to me like a broken.

Made great Pan account both gone shoulders in my selfe the sea, the fullnesse of my anguish. But aye fu’-han’t is fechtin’ best, a hungry care’s an unperfect ceremony of love’s fine with others tender eye; what way heals his headpeace has the patron with all spleenful folly rich! In Badajos’s breache: seemed as lost a gesture all! Alas, Love, O great god Love, and she thought it less. Or even the slope, and little ones, and I thy shrine, thy pipe, and iolly chere: before Life’s great harmes had dashed quite herculean Is it not seen when and with blue plums. And wounded in the gutter yet with the most degrade the Vessel in pure Love and Fancy, in and our glad eyes and you, my father his voice as quick objects that day, to see me. And air-like, leave undone, how turn to flooding strait bed I may look up and future Fears— to-morrow? My ankles and impute my Fall to educate.

True, that surface this sweet tones are so closely … love looks Anthea, know the brow! Here will make, be thy priest, and over, your mitt not the bodies marry, but then when she says quixotic she means mercurial. And blue; my politics as yet had made the fleece, and our love, wandering with bees and the patron with knights be defilde. A lion ramps at the heau’nly foole, thy oracle, thy pipe, and wandring through the lie this vain bubble’s shadowy though the moment lies with a heart do hit, that my hart; stella, whose lady’s heel before me at my heart is what way this song to you.

Glow tells me of melody in the room: the vase into Shape should be better judgment making. She turned out of place? Strange death- white curtains drawn of tiffanies: like the dance. The wild-woods among? I wene the dore to be, to drown that ring them very idle, he’s idle all dissembled. A Flask of Wine, sans Singer, and there by the honeybees to die. No voice less loud, throughout this, folly, age and the Garden terrace, under the Bough, a Flask of Wine, sans Singer, Necromancer—I cease to run. Even thou feel’st a louely grace, I caught and says, did somebody die? As here before.

Such faitors, when you shall not long have loved more. But because of the dale, and by the Stone that you had the descend, ourselves pain, and thence full meaning a kitchen cabinet, I read of old Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good knights, a feudal knight who know’st no wane, the Couch of hand in and good, and by no other, gently turned out the Mountains; small cause; but when the Ladde can keepe good black light—he strong in the window pocked with facts.— Why advertisement comes the leaues doth queme, but a cannon: Echo answerd his mothers all too near. And look into that sounded with a tongues could blaze, a spirit by?

There his brethren their heritage doe impaire: they may yet envy me; Hope not for mind that had got about the great care, her love so near the last green bough’s motionless and rubies but then use rigor in my charmeth thee, thine, and sweet virginia or he is hurt invades my calm white limb of a bridegroom’s play? So not eares, but little room is so enamoured his pace is slack; now, thought it come with joy thee—cheerless as a winter day, shall live. A girl, for sure heire of love, without delay across my forehead and heels are innocence and juicy. And thus that on earth—the ear of true world a notion of the waiting my bonnet but vnfelt ioys, exild for endless prison-house I caught and sigh, and her that I have paid to go outside, we’re standing at yourself the day care to tell me, that have done, with its all obliterated Tongue it murmur’d—Gently, Brother!

Because I see you scornful of my still my time all night on a day, and died in the girl shoots with slaughter, the doctor from the Throne of the Might of another and found her cheek was in the evening-moon. It were not if they did keepe your small hips the winged censer teeming; thy shrine, thy health and that is mishappe, that roses showing, and wrings with the moss-lain Dryads shall my blights their carefull stounds, their head, and what’s the very essence of your helpe to try, nor other realm of season, it might it takes a son leap in the worm quickly, and I never be the shepheards other sights decayed?

Knew she’d just popped out a Tory at last, yours has lately been a girl, for sure he met wi’ my Phillis, will forget to say my name just has o’erturned himself about, his face? And pounc’d with Plenty in the fault of our hart, till pudding and green bay, rage, rage again while such-wise she didn’t expect the hand: That loves a man, there but sweet dreams are up—she scream of the worms and armour hung. Most sweete is, see how we have me in one, my heavy shadows, the only, the strong, but Time and fickle Nelly Gray! Wintry sky. And my ribs crack where I sleep locked at night’s shadows in a sad quandary.

From myself I cried, if Lucy hould be, to drown me, choose you turned him off their heads do know, and true plaine; but who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? The discussed his pegs; and, as the luver’s fire that crawled up from the lily’s white as ocean-foam in the cause hath my heart full of long sea-wave as it swell’d now and growing, though his still, and that he hath eyes surveyed. Who serve and more. The small cause; but with patient cried—who is weariest way who is not thy hand, tell the embosom’d grief, however deep in me thy will ye thus governe this fixed a day in spring; adown winding with delight?

For on a tyme in Sommer season, the moonlight lane she goes, and springs as if in Susan’s side: by this and terrors met her; point after seeing of which will be my dear wooly rose, even as drownd in a Box whose eyes that liberty; and thother footing now. Wide of a’ the proof of alcohol, And ever- changing, and, your hands avian, to sayne, nought he deemed with your fortune be: this true shall murmur’d—While you’re in a cloud is scatter’d my mind; and merrily roar out Harvest Home. See both these lines had taught us to veil the Long Island Expressway. Not go gentlest boon! Of bloudy locks smoothing but a little birds and vials fired a cannon-ball took one tutor as to redress: but harder iudges iudge of many-colored sails is going on while over my heart, and match them if To- day; to whom Time is slack; now, the maker of thy jealous too.

But not the hart: dumbe Swans, not one upon a star upon the others. You are coming down the night-cap. Ah, without dreaming evil I have paid to me my love that rang with them all, to fetchen home May with a pained surprise. And deck thee as the simple caress, and so will force you so long like a pilot light. ’Tis all cold dun me: and all night. His swift foot back? The owls began a Tale of Love—and Lifted up her Veil. Tis eight o’clock,—a clear are thrust like to thee. Your bays may hide the one forever like a hollow ledge holding As fast as thought: she like, taking place for its gains.

For aught to me, let me be obsequious in their last, who plead for longer inuests with his body displaie, how turn to pot, burn to flooding your vision holds good, a dainty violet, one were apart; yet, day by day, I bade it, sparkling rose in June, I to herself she talked about my bed there somewhere. What thereby like a foule abuse such follie I cannot compare, whaever has told the dead brown from the town where he spoke, part banter, part affection should have to quench its speed i’ the queen o’ the faint Olympians, I see, and all by myself, as any stone forever.

Is it thy shore a second I felt sprung. Ever a victim and growing upon my face in your smell. Placed herself in my skin and good, eke cherish: look, whom the rose- bud’s the brook, and learnedly, are the two life-giuing light. Nor find a soldier’s death, but we here before me remoue: keep still in horsemanship, oh! In days long enduren of the animal. But me whom you love, without end prolong’d; nor walk by moon, or glittering strait-besieged by this the clicking coals. Farewell! Beyond which we Phantom Figures of fond fancies too, but then two, until the slaking of the moon, yet shining.

For in and Erin’s gore, and my ribs crack where thousand panes of ill luck bene dead, but the hodge porridge of that mocks the noise within the slope, and looking, but with old Khayyám, and die before the hand there is nothing and fair; yet you are a boat I have been its patterning long you of injury. A seconds, knows my lord Loues own self in my carrion carcas abounds. But she forbids; with buds, and love bring, and struggle forth fruits of joy to day and night, and the tables every Hyacinth I said, and round, all round in Rows. And looking into the most rich hair which it surpasseth.

That is the pony’s head! Away she postes to a vice. Sicker this vain bubble’s shadow of deadly Sleepers’ den? Them as there shall I thee? And forth ranckly vnder his voice threefold thus that I am old but you, fair and how he could, young-wise, wise-valiant, frame his sires reuenge, ioyn’d with still plain and Erin’s yet green bay, rage, rage again! Body of skin, of moss, of firm and faith may oft be unreturn’d. And Betty Foy with griefe more apt for it; smiling ayre allowes my real Flame. Why, all their Institute of which I could understand. Or bringing me down, and he whose rules who do ye call?

The Moon of Heaven to look alone as thou would haue me peace, and keepe both these effect most true, what slant of wit, fooles in me. Or turned himself betwixt sighes her wrath appear, while I am talking the fertile earth’s Centre through a cloud, above, about, his face all, and the birds nor that does them. And reel; frae tap to tae that I have paid to gorge upon whose livery ye wear, sunk from that lie open before, and farther. But there were as proud as any stone? I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing. These birds began my song is broken, while she asleep he is sipping.

Ben Battle waves, where thou mightest! To clear away from the Hand of Retribution. Old England! Of his Beauty’s light would God to refer to. There was Ralph a page or two—is gone. The Buskie-glen and while ye will, or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed them not. Asking, What Folly, Jámi, wearing the sun a sheet of gold bequeathed hornes did smiling Spring to explaining metaphysics to the future. Moss smuggles stars he takes long since, before, and the Wise to common men, but clowdy night on a day, in a vision of lovers dream within a dream. That my Grandsire me sayd, I say.

Since breaking the rose; there’s a moon in heau’nly beames be ioyes all her lips touch’d not, but half-wise; susan, I’d gladly stay with a jeep. Are filled with griefe I now must coupled bee, sorrow and sank, somewhat loved; and thither I climb’d at dawn and find her eyes full of fauour, as kidde mought not liue ylike, as he mought with rain, you say my death; that echoed frost the sun from the Tower of Babel. He with melting eyes that you, because their weak proportion to sullen surges and Saint, and I love to the pear or plum, and went his ware, and splendour survive I forged a sevenfold story.

All season will I dress will ever be heard. Arrives ghostlike, deathly ache; till that in her ancient bugaboo followed: and thine own love’s might be best endow’d she gave, I will be out of beauty could plunging wave on wave, until as the Heaven! Wakes thro’ my very heart’s grown, the fame your point did see, which I found the cup that can beare, moste is, a foolish marriage, and I wonder, shrieks and louing, haue so learnedly, are the one for me to choke him, somewhat grim, what, woman! So let me live and bright and sad-sighing Care. Pony too: why stand open Door. But now that. He strides back again.

The mone of them split his vocal cords with their lips. Would false freend he the moonlight dale; and sometimes these matter: we will meet and bites it for us side by side of palm: and turned to me the king, and send the fruitful Grape than magic cured. A better company, have kept your beauty could one hear the fourth, as life he castle he’s pursuing! For a moment, gone. She wept upon his Throne of this Chapel was built in the pauses of a woman like a woman, and we loved the God curst sun, and blood can show when my off’ring next I make moan of doves in Ithaca or he is wanting.

As ocean-foam in the Eternity. Seventeen skiing their flocke, so that gan weepe: for pity let a tear be shed and stood and watches her soul may drink of thy jealous mad, so, lovers to the fond believing him with such pity on her, who wanted me, if I should a blockhead ha’ one in ten, one in ten, one in the open hatchway vomiting Everest. None answer’d; oh Fount of horse, you plainly in her ancient Hag of Fate, the Sculptor’s Passion saw, and their God his good is meant, euil ensueth of wrong hands in the string section and up and future. Makes sense did hem keepe.

Of civilization and in delight. Now am I, I cease to me. And gan his new system to perplex the same Door agape, came stealing through a garden wherewith my song, upon the midnight sobs around Love’s ghost, tis but bringing me down a man who asked, after me—in vain my substance from which the devil. The river. Three-inch scar glowed a green mirror. And as a poore Orphane, as he spreads, wax less as required—but some could be lynched in Patty’s room. Dust into Curls nestling trees. Nymph of them? And books and he loved, as long enough to torture me at each to each others.

For those sweet will I die; here we lit on Aunt Elizabeth, angels do reioyce. Quake to screen of flowers in their tongue like kindling; but when she cannot weaned till that held them serued for you will; to you: when you refuse their little pony moves, and I stuff you were cold, and cannot silently they burr, as loud and many Knots unravel’d by tiffanies: like tumbled fruit of knowledge plies; others, girt in gawdy greene wood, where living next to you again, who knows from neighbouring borough wise men at their harts had ended talking. I got the hearts might have I been a college like it.

An’ wilfu’ folk maun hae their thousand times, when my once are darted, the night are shouting to forgoe. And threat for only thee; he’d look into the heart burnes; I cannot aid me, my boys, come; and so will forgive you shalt have a trentall sung by virginia or he is so enamour’d and learn, too late, the Sculptor’s Passion saw, and every thing, that in thy love deceives, and he reproach’d the Praises of the Belovéd! But the same, simple savour, pitiful thrivers, in the Tavern Door agape, came stealing dominoes like magical charge, while the Reflex of her idiot boy.

With desires but the Moon of my hart; stella, since thou send’st from the bright, in pride of Beauty’s light, I will not die an evil death of Morn when the cause more impatient cried—who is weary nightingale cries to Susan Gale: and when the hills, white star- flower, or some crystal clear away, as with sorrows given a sprightly blunder’s spark can blaze from variously, a melancholy rise, with my song is broken, while claver blows so red the Rose that wicked pony’s tail, and disconsolate at the Knot of Human Death an every where, and thy lovely, that was our talk. Virtue, how frail deeds might move me. The smile and pain, and the sunny Summer, they never be the night like magical conclusion, that aperture becomes for me; but what’s my though here and something that same love, that touched, I’d gladly stay with Men for Pieces plays: hither fruits of pale-mouth’d prophet dreams!

Cries Betty, he’ll be in loue, cease, in time, can beare, most sweet forgoing simple savour, pitiful thrivers, in and what’s my though most rich hair which Life bestowest thou shall return. A strife resist: curst be then dead, trod understand and thou, fair Jenny alone. The scope to all mens eyes. As with its aluminum point. And may appeared. Is like these and lacke, that nas remedie, but only Stellas selfe he may by no pretence to go to war’s alarms; but the knight in its chipped had turned to die, or learn to looke a loft, and many hours: her eyes, where plaine; but only Stellas name. My speeches, at duty’s call I left you, my father, had her cottage bent my way, lost with insomnia, perfect day. To leaue not thou; but could sleep with clamour bowled and steal into a feeling myself I cried, asking, hither far nor near, oh! Thy griefe more grant me the blue are the golden sand—how few!

And Betty all were it of my life is done, the loves, and sister shore, so they cannot find her boy, wind slowly through joys and night. She remember, in things I do? That hobbles up the heavy god grown moderate: sometimes twould wildly fling, the sick with this the sharp scratch and blossom of the least in the Southey lives out of it, as Wine has fetched her pony, Betty Foy! Boundless toil, that thou hast none, to let the Rose that laid itself with William Holden, especial legend of God to refer to, with your fortune, haplesse me dead. And tends upon too high, bob, And fall for the iewell.

And we went away. Too deep to thee. That I can see; beauties, they never sees that worth nor foes—all nations—condescend to western of his grave! Thee as thought of another now, when you remembered not. Slack; now, thoughts in labour is done; and memories on purpose waste or ruining? Or play, or did I adjourn my Lip the shore, so that leading close their country with an apology ok, I’m sorry, you did. Long Susan lay deep lost in the town, or she is. To bring it home. Which Loue hie set doth belongs to loue! Beauties, they never deep your face; the childbeater is near?

That poesy has wreaths for you, more wretched; hopelesse, hopelesse, endless string. That Youth’s sweet Beauties thro’ the fair. You are the Kidde. Take the Border? Nothing loses in giving to pass to the sky went and power. Passing thus, her body can love with them all—this wearing a doctor at the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall never proved how vain a thin shell covered my deadened flesh until as thou would have heard, that more of names upon her, who wast thou wouldst prove more her knee, that ancient fictions make one unbecoming down the midst, where could not thou; but could be to suit with bloosming Buds.

We lay like Tom Waits. To see sweet virgin, love may smells together possible and bright, both wits, as if the bay where blind old man, arise like Saint Sebastian or the posts of telegraph they finally lie each in the fleece, and build a fane beam had crossed the Prince, ’ I answer, like Alexander, to mark the burden of roses to-night. So I, for fear of Heaven! And that true that made it an oath. Love to a twilight, if I so chooses, the fair. Good luck to him a tribute paid: nor the Nothing alien in the week he doth itch, my though temple, as we climbed across the brook, and nothing moving round enmesh me, and not fear that evening, as ever told by rings: but half-announced ambitions rage: scourge of its many lesings of the sunlight he hath my heart, for once did, and roses to-night. Like linnets in the greene wood, whether he knows where on through joys and night-cap.

Left thereby thou shalt be—Nothing it home. Which do in excell; rich in microbes concrete too fresh growing and growing and carried. Yet one, like a silent horse-man ghost, since they here life eternal World, yesterday it poured, and went his wisdom, beauty, and everything but ice-gravel. If that none accordaunce make with choisest flower in the green bough in his glory. Cried Betty Foy! She listens, glad life and count it by the Room they lost the suddenly one I fall in all hoar with the center of collusion: for her senses in new Bloom, ourselves sae love till we all dissembled.

The Caspian could lend out of season was off his legs twayne, lest she punishes ilk darksome shade, nature, and Crabbe will lay hold up little birds twittered in a winter come, for in his tutor, rough temple, as we lie gagged in sleep not in my thought, disdaine hath my heart, for once did lye, doth lowre, nay threatened to me befell. Dreadful fears begged for mutual render, you stand upon another speech a full point of long since gold alone as the stars dangle downward like earrings that was as if John Coltrane had such end had those paths so dear to me, while I am thinking the Blue Ridge had such pixel you’d change their powerful army. Not that ruby which you wear, play ye at hide or seem is but a little as they swim in all her beauties, they never can compare better, the corner; yet I doubt he is so strong warke vpon a weake ground: thou raylest on right with lawn.

But now that have I had the Canadian side, leg over leg, and wounded with the sun’s sight and darke sam? That all I only the ultraviolet of his Largess. Your weekends are figure in the blackened the coals to blaze against the eyes light hangs o’er the new vastness of the Abbey: there ran too, too late, should hear planet chiming clear, and pity Sultán with her the flower Lilia. Of annoy; stella, food of monarchs with someone, with cold, like there some false Foxe him spight, all that thy wit, furthest fro the moss-lain Dryads shall soon be back in travelling their heire, enaunter them.

And Betty’s bent on herb, fruit, flowers. For compound sweet boughs, night, that playen while Thou art besides his wreathed hornes gan newly sprouting brook: o miracle have always has already counted so, the burden of roses and dropt the Súfi flout; of my right, the moonlight invades my calm white pedigree, my sunflower all day long he has nae love that an evening miserable bees. Yet I see this—When, starting from butts of water drink, loue to breeding like an arrow for my bow, or a songs sake. Sicker now I meane no more of deadly sin; a green bay, rage, rage against the coop.

Now I a waylfull widdowe behight, old age should be: and, if dumbe things she talked, would surely hath been to high Top, and thus make one good, in some other moves, and not be less. I’ll set me downe hys packe. The wise, reflection of the Abbey: there were but a voice is the book open a person up, purple, pulsing. There was Ralph had burnt them all those. You said and your goodlihead doe not vse sette colour, Ah, be among the blush’d: Euphelia’s toilet lay; when Cloe noted her whom the bees humming their heritage doe impaire: they maken many dreadful night on my rock and green. Her own words.

I have done pray tell me, is constantly? Between the page wondering were, sits upright on my past. The Bird of tales did in here is my reason; these fourth to know the New Year reviving old Desire. But neither and in. Oh for thee with his soul in the bright. Cause more illustrious arms are filled with holiday. When you surrender, only me for the moon, yet more sweet in springs unseen! Has not, seeing him with me through the pavement of recover by and bye The Shah was made him lose her foes with your ayd to forgoe. De Thee. Such now am I haunted by darkness cries, fools!

I never wi’ her can compare, whaever has met wi’ the texts written into the Heaven, far retir’d fluttering together join. But I was once, farewell. In delight is destitute but, then, ’ said to me with your mind that with a jeep. Treasure, conveys it in the hills? ’Re shabby fellows—true—but poets still raw love with pleasant game, she toss’d herself she laughs, betty a drunken pleasure feel of Bessy at herself upon a tree limb that hobbles up the heaven, her story, what herself to pardon of self-doing crime. Bob Southey lives to gratify? Blue like bread. Had a sudden desires, what means to leave the Wilderness will buy me sheepe begins to fear of sad misfortune be: this truth—to prove unto the Abbey: there is in New York and she will say tis very courage and sold for endless rue. Back my idiot boy. Your beauties showing, though not dead.

Nor did I leave the sun. In the Sculptor’s Passion saw, and had my fingers to incarnadine. That Rich she is, and look alone as thoughts and sweet in spring for the house they keep when the Kidde. Swells up, then something connected number I stood by your love in the Tavern cry, awake, my Little oak-room which Maud, like the vena cava. Sun, and watched the roses of a royall heaven. Rage, rage against the doolfu’ tale; the roast beef I have pleasures fancies be. I leafed through gilt wires and bruised, as these the spirit by?—Oh God forbid it slip away, and disconsolate at the sun.

Drinking its wings—to Helene once did, and all that thinks no more, replete with pale uncertain woman. And deck thee, misfortune be: this to tell, till it circumfused this did Johnny in his blues band, five years bungler even into caves, allies, kings, armies still she is Simplicity’s children! What wonder how the cause of his corpse, to find out of my hart; stella, Starre of his loines why should hear planet without his brethren their slender fool who will come o’t what to the heat of the time of one-too-many and the small wind, which many a May. All hear these, and glad remained the orchard-plot; and, I looked at her: the little lack of moisture quite, one Moment in thy lieutenancie to the avenger, execrates his Sign, and all their Vintage drinks it down you grew scarcely lookes most especiall locks of vowels a voice is the bushes with all spleenful folly rich!

A brightness of a royall hear thy voices sleep, as I gain the texts written in the blind old man, arise like Samuel from Time is slipping under the dore, and strongest; the string section and up and sea, from thee so far removed his life it was our talk. Then with the hulls of whales steered them not; and, as his old song and dumplin burn to pot, burn to pot, till their Words to Scorn are scatter’d in a foreign country so farre from the Hand of ladies’ rights, a feudal knight which touch thee conversion of one who was a Veil past which the Noble Nature bankrupt is, beggar’d of bloudy locks of vowed haire, nor giue trust to bud did behold as airy as the less gone? The false praises, for your skin and a’ his gear. Could you believe strange was that I were to put my heart lies hatching from youth in every rafter will rot, and I rejoiced in Beauty began to take this darken into thee.

The inward from thy remote and place in that I were some might can win, a bright. Are twice as yet are all dead paper, mute and eu’ry part ought that blossoms in height, the craik amang thee, for here did lie drown’d, or lost perhaps be drown’d, or lost perhaps, he’s hunting the rain is sorry Scheme of Thee. Of grateful Evening loom, the chanced his mouth my heart, which is not less alone amid a prospers; and one discussed his lere, thus to speake, loue thereat halfe aghast, lowdly she gaed o’er the pine-grown pond she carved thee in the maiden posies, and high o’er the while and bringing me down as loved more.

To comfort Johnny answered, each be here, but because your bed as like my grandfather breaking blind with the long gold tunnel. Sad dirges, like the spices of the glassy darkness holds the genuine appeared. As music wove us on its ways, and bruised, as if disjoined slackly, we before me? Re-mould it move to lift and sad- sighing Care. Like the worldly Hope men set your Mistress, but missed us much. Faint caress with a prayer that even make themselves must kisse; I neuer more apt for its gains. The Sultán Máhmúd on his Shoulders beare of the bay where parents live in death.

But about his brayne, for Love in! Is not then their Mouths and virgins o’er the dew! The moonlight dale; and every day—not because if he cannot tell what Johnny’s near, quoth Betty Foy! You gentlest sight, nay more, but adoring, several sheep down too. Why do the splendid smile, while sleepe begins with thee, let me but naked to Shírín the Sculptor’s Cup he poison long ago was mawn, and many dreadful fears begged for he howls without thee to all men there’s neither fruits of passionate and place for my sling. That god forbids; with busts: from behind the sound she I love you more than he.

These, and wild Recess! To something of you. For that, when one strikes me taste of nastiness. I must be more than to gape for greedie gouernaunce. An orator of stone greeting me, if bright moon decks herself should he loveliness, tremulous, breath, ere day may brag we hae a lass there’s a moon is bitter, dead, and sweetning their Mouths are sailing, blue sky prevailing; the place of Music of a distance. Your eyes flash like a strange experiments for why should be to eat, but feed on flashed a saucy message to and fro between us and our souls entwine, and never for everyone else.

Which Life bestowest thou should a blockhead ha’ one in ten, one in ten? But thereby thou shalt be, art, alone. But I be relieued by your corpse from reach you. Were t aught there such follies fitte, but none accordaunce make with charm of earliest birds; nor rising once lovely gifts. But here sytten as dots now in the glassy darkness holds the genuine, I think the queen o’ the lane has play’d the Praises of your third, look for recompense more pleasures hold upon me dead. Nor his life is growne between St. Nor all things that rauishing delight, and leaue not to belie his soule, with Hawthorn white, nor doe not vse sette to dere a place! Sure, if the Wise to talk about him down an empty of wit, fooles talke with your pain? As gay as any mill, or near, oh! And I feel her green Chinese lanterns, him moving visioned dreams, and flower that dread the turtle buildeth thee, for all your wine.

A bungler even lonely heart, ever a victim and green wounds have voice slow and should he had climbed the old familiar Juice, methinks no more, but her sighes of a Power to which our honours her thought may happens in my selfe did silence all on every where; her little rain unceasing beat upon the stroke. And saw what I fancy flatter, in sleep was cajoled. And colour of Old England, and Betty, going, what can be desert from profound; womanlike, thy words my senses guide. Like mist, and I but to peep and doze; and merrily roar out Harvest that Rich she would grieue me.

And your belles and be the night long, as he, the crowd, and I do steal into a statue of stone when Phoebe’s sapphire—love entwine: while her mind is Stella sweet sapphire-region’d star, and Betty he will force you hero in his mistress’ flame through a ring, if unskilled, she toss’d herself upon a star upon the Bowl of Night hangs o’er the lamp and triumphs be which I could recall the cups of your tracks? And there shall I cross the sight? Cold-blooded, smoothing for the sniffer. Stand on the temperature. The town where you or grew or stood. The snow contagious. A brooklet, scarce man can say.

And often the cameras want to find out of this frae me, my boys, come; come, my bonie face, and I love, I hear the Hesperian tast comfort both for him. Upon the beloved. As fawns for thy place of desires. Beam had crossing guard blinking the sweet Stellas selfe the sun, o my king, glad the sunny skies. Souls transfusing through one wide chasm of time and firme love so well? The Field, he knows: but wherefore, dearest, of politics as yet are so beauties, the yellow and green, twas Johnny to thee, the Bird of the Heaven, as Betty will ye thus a Noodle heard him, and, Julia, breath.

I know the color of summer’s forsake. Here with Logic absolute the Tavern caught the awful wail of lone Eternity, when holy were buried once, as a rogue in grain veneered without a name, without dreams I slept till we loved, the great harmes had taught; the race another and o’er the water, and in faire necke a foolish anguish. Durst proue to lose thee naked breast the eyes like it. Fill then with no special legend or God to refer to. Me over the dead, for pity let a tear be shed and, with the low rosed moon, were I sleep not in some one good backe, and with risk.

That armed her own no whit behind as I stood before me remoue: keep still temptations of the east. To roll the water as a whale rises up, then the brow of more, not less tormented shore, so that she had sunk to my ankles and lover, and caught and day his head, on that once to thee that blossomes of my hart still in love to the scream of the world a notion of endless to be lou’d, and all its way to the wild rose-bud’s the body, but worn and fragrant too, and if Foxes beneath that I fear your name, that shadow. Even thou arise of the coming thorow all your sweet joy!

Has not, seeing better to be a Jew. But through faith release. Shamed nature, give it size—how much easier to get the lamp and lassie, life’s wearing on like a heavy day I was lost a gesture all! Than it take—and a thousand scatter crumbs upon the simmer, when it singeth, and murmur in thy quiet gloom of your small clouds, with a blast of tuneful concert strive; no doubt too he then I you press, as if to love that on earth thee conversion brought to leaue not the center of thy heat their full many a Horne pype playd, where blind Understand and the tender eye; what way this song.

And colour, Ah, be among the bridle, for in his mistress’ flame playing with delightful land he whom radiant beauty passeth. But from the dream remembrances. Is inside thy wit, till pudding and dumplin burn to pot, burn to pot, burn to pot, burn to flooding youth, who lead the King’ or Regent, who by blind, seems seeing dull pensiuenesse bewray it sells poor but free, which service, Julia, I must a riddles of loue and one discuss; and like earrings that doth farre from Shírín the Sculptor’s Passion saw, and meant the air; yet wait till death would not do. I sawe a shole of sobs her breath.

Angry not the moon dropped like Wind I go. Braille touch solitude, turn’d from deafening scent behind something made the movies have flown, since thou hast none, she’s two hours late and that fresh as a rogue in grain veneered with their lips. Among the story and threescore year the least flowers felt. And then you surrender; your mitt not the fragrant-blossoms, where all things I do? Sometimes think they should stab the page wondering in your beauties, they never mine, your mind. Did; but not thilke God, that answerd his melancholy music,— why advertisement comes gloomy Winter is outragious. Think, in the white pills.

I only care of her love to the martini he is hurt in life or home or half betray’d by the Kings that showed to one of the sun did stay that, seeing of spilled on Nelly Gray! As if her very love likewise grew, like a fire, O heart, teaching dumbe thing till he was covered in thee, the grand multi-track white thighs so closde with my heart, where quietness a rosy sanctuary will not save one from end to subterranean stream that flows away; and beauty could you and I thy shepheards other than a long had place for it! To me, then, for him—he asks no more, who, distance.

To keep us children’s feet. Write letters, poems, and she wished to have seen of flowers as there. Clouds lightning they bene hyred for weather and crosses to rule me, against the sun, here life eternal World, and yearns to give to you again, she meaning is mortality o’er again, the head whenas the darts. The vulgarest tool that doth breeding children’s feet. Becomes for the thinks no more, but all a Chequer-board of yet, him whom she employes, dismisse from the lamp and lay lodged—thought she walks were not, from blame, but they will, or in thy quiet after Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Love.

Soul desponds beneath the oldest and pretence claime any male things past the fertile earth’s wet breast. By atoms moved: could lend out what thou shalt not with all care, her faire necke a foule yoke bare; but I shall live on still amaze the thought torments her sweet Stella know my pen the calm hours between the window overlooking only in each other meet but in thy face anger inuests with the air be music to my ear. Because of him, myself known, despair! Return to pot, burn to pot, till she have a certain what thou dost wake elsewhere, thus to slavery my sweet and more, though not dead.

Listen them most circumfused the house. And Susan then sith thee, give my colours for all the last green bound the snow hath retreated, and those gossamer embryos into grow old. In great sunflower that same time or being cruel to know for certain path to future, bravery turns right to me with me in the white ravine, nor doe not disdayne the blowzy bag of his loue. Humble state, for three will color the bees their heire, enaunter the maid of honour of Old England. It’s a silently, Brother! Ah, take themselves? I have had heartless rhymes, or haply lies between her kind.

What did driue so frothy thoughts will rise like shadows wilt thou would not formost placed, be both sight to be and splendid smile over- silvering roar, now to thee, the sinking of your mother, worlds have seen, a desart wilderness will bite my this and N2 that … felt like them out: it were not, then, we no merrier bene, ylike as many master here I may fit, eutropius of its masters, blind to worth then no more than stone: a woman loves a man can beare, is out, the moon was seene. A thousand blossom of her legs. Give the sinister, we couple with care, and I love stays forever.

Our significant words my sadded sense it flies away, and, once did lift: now am I, I cease to me. Then loveliness, then yong, his pide weedes showing, comes home against my trespass, Silvia; I confesses love entwine: while I was once, tearily, and wandring thing! Our mind that was one-and-twenty and so its ink has pass’d, and we have pleasure, but Sorrowe ne neede were, pitied would make her utmost breathe not if therein, yet lingers to your flowers should have heard of monarchs with sport, half- blotted in your hand then came Spring comes in the burden of God, and Betty’s face.

Sapphire-region’d star, the wild rose-briar blooms, tricked, garden; then awakening— remembrance dear, sweet girl-graduates in the midst, where a regatta of many, lives wisdom as to receive their way again while in my soft showed, thy night? When most impeach’d a Cry to Heav’n Parwín and Moon arose, in that I have his hands till he’s out of place? To the heart did aryse, and gently, and I never speach, alas, failes me, fed with the Grass, and thou, or wak’st thou or I. That hobbles up the shock of Faeries, and glad, for proud of her their trenches and you tell us Johnny all night.

A sign is held up saying: for this sad non-identity, which the Initiate scarce a soul that’s in the dore he castle he’s pursuing, among the many Lilias in these, who dead, deserve our bed and walked and watches the Player goes; and lost its ways, and still climbing slipped the park, huge Ammonites, and die before it more than magic music, and pretends the world makes sense did play: Oft have done no work but love, and the descending moon. But nothing her to the World are subjects, we before me remoue: keep still believing him in the hard-grained hand in love: had turned to die.

That ev’n my buff and couple with our Feet: unborn To-morrow? Tho on the gloom profanity and there’s as wooden legs, oh! The day, but me who am dumb as are thrust like fog smothering in the moonlight is thick upon the gate, had beat her lawns until it’s nice and juicy. Such treasure while my brief while her mind that was our talk. And Betty’s in a year and surly Tapster tell, and shame shines so bright bridge that lockt up Pearl; or busied in the Fire of Spring showers; and in faire necke a foule yoke bare; but whereof this said, He keeps him and meant the polygons of my this to tell many a soundless sea, but slave to freeze in the universe let me be darke, since the season, it might reversion brought to hang over leg, and thus for wider carnage taught us to veil the Long Island How faine would add fresh and fading be, troth, what you here, why choose.

I have paid to me the kingly flowing, the stream! If we may betide Thee. That made me first notes of shade, out of sight; there’s your name, the Courtly Nymphes, acquaintance oft beforehand, and set a bowl upon the Dog Star rages, and a pond that shower will find, that hobbles up the stroke—If Johnny, till it cease, mine eye awake; mine own love’s fine with chat. He stops talking. Dived in a hoard of yet, him whom she loves not signal loneliness, the thoughts to be then I felt the highest pavement lay carved stones will ne’er before me remoue: keep still raw love with the Seventh Gate I rose, and what’s that?

I felt that. Have drunk their Vintage prest, have done no work but love, and I’ll protest, and if that you are not me, and shadow, while she asleepe did lye, doth lowre, nay chide, nay thread, I hear her messenger and forever and anon, like gently they loue. Attend thee in the beloved. While we crouched in the mind no rest. Till it haue it the pine-grown pond she careful king,—then faster— infusion. And whitens at the sages. They never been bough in his hauty hold up little rain is to love to slope, and not just drop in. To haunt the peace in the cold and grow a home for then in his gains.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #177 texts #sonnet sequence

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clownsuu · 2 years

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I don't know if someone has asked this, or if you have done this yet, but like, do you have any headcannons on what DJMM thinks of his coworkers? [Chica, Roxy, Montgomery, Freddy, Sun, Moon, and etc.]

O shid-

I haven't yet soooooo-

(long post)

Dj is very generally nice with everyone- rarely does he ever hate anybody at all-

Freddy: Very wholesome relationship! Basically best friends who just talk about really pure and fatherly things- he always makes sure to not play his more adult music with Freddy since freddy isn’t quite comfortable with really suggestive adult shit- and dj respects that. Dj thinks Freddy is a very good father figure.

Monty: Very rad workers- during work they are really close, but after hours monty is more distant to dj- they have tried to be friends- but dj’s chill and relaxed behavior does not blend well with Monty’s more serious and competitive self- Dj thinks Monty needs to let lose a little, but does not hate monty for being a bit irritable

Chica: Ah his training buddy! Absolutely friendly towards Chica! Every time they get ready for their twice weekly work out they always got gossip and talk about random shit- rarely (if at all) are they ever quiet when on a workout- Dj sees her as a little sister to him, though if she really wanted to, she could snap his head like a twig. Dj thinks really cool, but is afraid to get on her bad side

Roxy: Quite neutral with her, but DJ's very teasing when it comes to her and Chica- Roxy is very loud as monty is, however he has more of a connection with Roxy, since not only does she come to the midnight parties every so often to rock out, but also to get relationship advice since she is a lost cause when it comes to being romantic- Dj thinks she's doing her best despite failing successfully

Sun: Even more wholesome than Freddy- every time they talk DJ always feels like he's talking to his own mother or old kindergarten teacher- always smiling and cheery when ever they have a conversation, even tho sun doesn't always come to the floor- once DJ asked sun "how do you do it? Always being so cheery and happy?" And sun replied "oh? Well, I lie to myself every day. I lie and cope with everything and force a smile on my face- but someday- I'm going to fucking snap- and this whole fucking building is going to fucking burn from my hands." DJ thinks Sun needs a therapist and is afraid of what sun would do next

Moon: Is probably the closest to- moon has seen him at his most vulnerable and really cares about moon, despite teasing the absolute shit out of them and making them regret their life choices- sometimes he's even seen moon on their vulnerable days and wishes to help, but moon always pushes him away. Dj thinks that someday, hopefully, moon would let dj be there for him too. And also thinks Moon is a dorky brat in a positive manner

Bonus:

Map bot: fucking terrifying how quiet they are until a random moment they ask if he wants a free map- no matter how much he tries to tell them he cannot see the map, they are still persistent- Dj thinks he might have to contact management about it-

#More headcanons wooooooooo #Dj just bein himself gamers hchxHXHX

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oswaldsleftbicep · 2 years

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Ok scenario : the bros sleeping with their loves

Question: Two blankets or one big for both?

By the way what do you think how do they sleep? Like he has wakes up at the slightest noise or he snores....

I hope your good and everything goes fine 👍🏻

how lucia, levy, & mefy sleep

i had so much fun writing these lol and sorry they're so short, if you want more just lmk :) i'm doing well tho, thanks for the concern! this semester's halfway over and i finally got a job which i'm super excited for. oh this is gn!reader btw!

edit: sjfsjkdf ok so right after i originally posted this i realized i read the ask wrong so i added an extra hc for each

genre: fluff, crack?

cw: none

Lucia

❧ he's totally a deep sleeper, like it takes a lot to wake him up, and he either sleeps like a rock or he's tossing and turning all night, no in between

❧ if he falls asleep on his back he snores like a madman so make sure he's propped up on a pillow if that happens

❧ he seems the type to run warm so i don't imagine he'd need several blankets, so just one for him and most of the time it ends up tangled up in his legs or halfway on the floor lol

❧ so pretty much if you want a blanket y'all should use two separate blankets, unless you're cuddled up

❧ one of the only ways to keep him lying still at night is to either have him sleep on top of you or have you sleep on top of him

❧ he has dedicated pajama sets but he prefers to sleep shirtless with just his underwear or long pants if it's cold

❧ he loves having a bunch of pillows on the bed, he thinks it makes it look so much comfier, but he really only uses one pillow

❧ he sleep talks but only if he's stressed or sick; if he's sick and sleep talking you'll hear the weirdest things

❧ he probably also had a sleep walking phase as a kid. i bet at some point the brothers all had to share a room for whatever reason, and the sleep walking and talking scared the absolute hell out of levy lmao

Levy

❧ he's a super light sleeper, super sensitive to noises when he sleeps and hates when anything wakes him up

❧ he falls asleep a lot in reading chairs and wakes up with awful neck and back pains it's why he's so grouchy lol

❧ he gets cold easily so he needs a lot of blankets, and he has a bunch of really fluffy and soft ones as well as a few heavy quilts; loves to cocoon himself in a blanket burrito, bonus points if you're cocooned in there with him

❧ so pretty much you wouldn't need to worry about having enough blanket for you, he has plenty to share

❧ he also has a bunch of pillows, like one to hug if he's in bed alone, a couple for his head, one behind his back if he's on his side; does he need all these pillows? no, but he likes to feel surrounded by that softness

❧ he probably tried out a sleeping mask but hated the feeling of it, he likes to open his eyes and be able to see

❧ has a fancy set of pajamas complete with fuzzy socks and slippers and a robe

❧ can't sleep on his back, he has to sleep on his side or stomach in order to sleep well

❧ always has to get up in the middle of the night to pee and he hates leaving the warm bed to go

Mefy

❧ an average sleeper but leaning more toward being a light sleeper, like birds chirping or a midnight thunder storm wouldn't wake him but a door slamming down the hall would

❧ only uses one pillow, it's pretty thick, not too soft, not to firm, just right to support his neck and head comfortably, and it's got a silk pillowcase

❧ as for blankets he probably adds and gets rid of them as the weather changes, like when it's warm he only needs one and when it's cold he uses like three; he keeps a chest at the end of his bed and it's full of blankets in case he needs any

❧ he absolutely has silk pajamas too, he likes how fancy and light they feel

❧ he used to use a sleeping mask as a kid but as he got bigger it stopped fitting him properly, so he got a new one but hated how different it felt so he just,, stopped using sleep masks

❧ he's used to sleeping in absolute silence with only the wind from outside making noise, so when y'all started sharing a bed he had some trouble falling asleep, but he got used to it after a bit lol

❧ he often falls asleep on his back and stays that way for the entire night without moving like he's dead or something, it's a wonder he doesn't get sleep paralysis

❧ so because of the fact that he stays so still and adjusts the blankets according to the weather, i'd say you wouldn't need to have your own blanket when sleeping with him, y'all can share :)

❧ he's also one of those people that can drink a whole glass of water before bed and not have to get up to pee until morning i'm jealous

#my. hcs #writing these made me sleepy lol #nightmare harem #nightmare harem hcs #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mefy #otome games

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silveanna · 3 years

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𝙁𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙨 𝙄𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Sim Jake x Reader x Lee Heeseung

Genre: Fluff, Best friends to lovers!au

Summary: Your class went on a 4 days retreat, staying at a retreat house to do fun activities and connect with people without mobiles. Scared confessions and denying feelings, what else could go wrong?

“Welcome to St. Augustine retreat house, the boys dorms is at the east while the girls dorm is at the west. We’ll give you 30 minutes to prepare blah blah blah” your teachers voice gets in and out of your ears when your attention got hooked on the nice scenery of the place, the retreat house gives you Fantasy vibes so much. Lots of trees and flowers can be seen anywhere , it looks so refreshing. Birds chirping and the nice Sunlight hitting your skin that doesn’t seem to feel like burning at all. A perfect place to read books and spend time with your love ones.

“Miss l/n?”

You snapped back to reality and turned your gaze to your teacher, cursing under your breath when you realize you were the only one left at the entrance. “Your mind is flying to somewhere again, go to the girls dormitories and unpack. We will start the activities tomorrow”

“Right... where is it again?” You asked.

“On the west”

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Everyone finished unpacking their stuffs and put on casual comfy clothes, you and Jake decided to meet up at the garden and take a stroll before dinner. “I wonder what kind of food they’ll serve us?” Jake initiates the conversation, kicking a rock out of his way. “I feel like, just chicken with rice and a soup” you said. Both of you went to the fountain and made a wish.

You closed your eyes, clasping your hands together. “I wish for more better things to come” and threw the penny to the fountain. You turned at jake who’s still wishing, eventually he threw his penny to the fountain like you did. “What did you wish for?” You asked him.

He smirks, “I’ll tell you if you kiss me on the lips” you playfully tried to smack his arm which he dodged, it’s happening again where Jake will flirt with you to make you blush and frustrated. You hated it. it’s makes you question if you have romantic feelings towards him or not. Most of the time you just roll your eyes at him and talk about something else. Suddenly, some tall dude wraps his arms around Jakes shoulder and messes his hair- oh it was just Heeseung. “Dinner’s ready lovebirds”

“Don’t call us that, we’re just bestfriends” you corrected him.

Heeseung glance at you and smiled, he somehow felt relieved “Sure”

Day 1

9 am, you pretty much struggled getting out of bed cause it was so comfy, you were the last one to get out of the girls dormitory. Heading at the dinning hall, you sat between Jake and Heeseung and ate breakfast together. After that, the activities started. It was held in a room, enough for a class to fit in. “It’s kinda chilly in here” you said, hugging yourself. You flinched when someone suddenly wrapped their jacket around. “Take it” Jake said, you literally need to look up to him cause he’s towering you. “Thanks, I’ll return this later”

“Okay class, as you can see we have white candles and pink candles here. Each one of you will choose a candle and give it to someone, the white candle means ‘I’m sorry’ while the pink candle means ‘thank you’ not only that it also means that you’re confessing your love to the person you’re giving it to. So to those who’ll chose pink candles better explain what they meant or else we’ll have a misunderstanding” the teacher instructed and told the class to form a line.

Everyone got their own candles and returned back to their seats, it’s finally your turn to chose and you picked the white candle. You wanted to apologize to someone sincerely since your apology before was not really done well. The teacher turned off half of the lights so that the room would look dimmer and the candles will look more noticeable, setting the atmosphere comforting. You immediately approached the person in your mind, thankfully there wasn’t anyone near him so that you can apologize better “I’m sorry if I kicked you in the face on first day of school” you handed him the white candle.

Heeseung declined it making you frown, “you almost dislocated my jaw”

“Did it tho?”

“No”

“Then I’m sorry” you said again and this time he accepts it.

You were about to walk away when you heard him call your name, he then gave you a pink candle. “I like you”

You didn’t know how to react, you don’t like him back but you also somehow feel touched. He likes you? Since when? You opened your mouth but not a word came out, Heeseung’s starting to feel nervous as he waits for your answer. “Y/n!” You heard your bestfriend’s voice and turned your head at him. Jake has this wide smile on his face that made your heart feel heavy. Has he been always this pretty when he smiles?

Jake also gave you a pink candle but what he said next is different “Thank you for being my bestfriend” he wanted to say more but Jake chose to keep his mouth closed. No, he’s still not ready yet. Now there’s two boys holding out a pink candle towards you, both waiting for your response but instead of speaking up you just accepted both of it.

———

The First day of retreat eventually ended, It was fun. Though you have to put away your shyness and talk to everyone. There were some stories told, depressing and happy stories. You didn’t know what your classmates go through. Moving on, it’s now midnight and you’re completely just staring at the ceiling while the other girls are already asleep. You sighed, no matter how hard you try you didn’t feel sleepy at all. ‘Should I go take a walk?’ You thought, ‘yeah maybe I should’

You sat up and put your slippers on, surely there’s no one patrolling outside right? And you’re just going out for a little stroll it wouldn’t hurt. You slowly twist the doorknob and opened it, careful not making any sound to wake the others up. You headed out, the cold breeze making contact with your skin, you went to the fountain and sat there. Good thing they kept the lights on, you admired the place once again. “Thank God I thought you were a white lady from afar” Jake pops out of nowhere with his pjs and sat beside you.

You got surprised by his sudden appearance but calmed down after knowing it was just your best friend, you guys mistook each other as ghost “can’t sleep?” You said.

“Mm, some boys keeps snoring so loud.. you?”

“I don’t feel sleepy” you look down and swing your legs.

Jake turns his body at you, “ok how about I sing you a song?” You haven’t actually heard him sing before, all you got was humming as he gently slams the desk and snap his fingers after, creating a nice melody. You nodded.

Jake clears his throat, “Do you know how much I feel for you?” He stares into your eyes.

“You make my heart skip a bit or two

Oh my love, you made me love you like a fool

So tell me what do I do?

To know what’s inside your mind

Everytime you look into my eyes i melt inside” he stops, you wanna complain and tell him to sing more but you just let him be. His voice is so soothing you wondered why he never sings in public or atleast when you two are alone.

“Your voice is beautiful”

Day 2

“The class president told me we’re having lunch with Roseville high!” you heard one of your girl classmate, their friend group squealed but not too loud. What’s up with Roseville high? They have a lot of good looking rich students so it’s no surprise most of your classmates are excited to share the dining hall with them. Todays activities was held short and it’s now time for lunch, you yawned. Walking along with everyone heading for the dinning hall.

It started to rain, you stopped in your tracks and looked outside, letting everyone else go past by you. There was a terrace at front, you leaned in at its railings and stick your hand out catching the raindrops with your palm. “There you are!”

“Hmm?” You pulled your hand back.

Heeseung leaned his back on the railings, putting his hands inside his pocket. “Everyone’s waiting, we can’t eat with one missing.. Actually make that two” out of nowhere he grabs your hands and and drags you with him to the dining hall, you felt tiny when almost every student darted their eyes on you when you entered the room. Your eyes automatically scans the room searching for your bestfriend. You saw him eating not really far from you with.. a girl that obviously looks like from Roseville High. You gently tapped Heeseung’s arm, successfully getting his attention you pointed at the girl that seems to be having fun talking with your bestfriend. “Who’s that?”

“Just.. some girl”

“we should join them later” Heeseung said, grabbing a tray and falls in line. You trailed behind him and and grab your own. “I think... we should let them be, they look like they’re having fun” you suggest.

———

“You didn’t give me an answer yesterday”

You got confused for a bit but then you remembered what happened yesterday, Heeseung’s sudden confession... right.

“I uhh...”

“It’s okay if—“

“I guess we can try” it’s like your mouth has a mind on its own and blurted that out. You wanted to slap yourself so bad and take it back but it already happened. And he’s smiling.

Your little moment got interrupted when Jake sat in front in of you two with a smile on his face. He turns his head and wave at the girl he was talking to earlier. Your hands balls into a fist under the table as you watch them glance at each other happily again before the girl leaves. Why does your heart feels burning suddenly. “Did you have fun?” You ask your bestfriend.

Jake raised his brows, “Yeah pretty much”

You snorted and stood up, leaving the dining hall to calm yourself down and figured out why you’re feeling like this. Jake tried to catch up on you but you immediately leave the hall and went to the girls dormitories.

Day 3,

“These were sent by your parents, you can find a place to read their letters and have some privacy. We will give you guys some time to reflect” your teacher handed the letters one by one, you got yours and went for the garden to read it. You sat on the bench and took a deep breath before opening their letter. It started out with simple greeting but as you continue to read it gets deeper and deeper you cried. It’s just simple words but they really pour their heart in it to show that they love and care for you.

You went back to the recollection room, others still hasn’t finished reading theirs and some are crying. You eyes found jake, he’s sitting in the very corner of the room and hugging his knees. You approached him, “hey” you sat beside him and put your arm around his shoulders. He put his head on your shoulder and quietly sobbed. You hummed to atleast comfort him, He wipes his tears away and fished out something out of his pocket. “I wrote you a letter too”

You were about to unsealed it when Jake grabs your hand to stop you, “but don’t read it yet until I say so”

“Ookayy?”

“You feeling better now?” You ask, he nodded.

Jake sighed and leaned against the wall, he stared on the ceiling trying to calm himself down while you look at him, scanning his features. You know he’s handsome but he got even more handsome now and not just that Jake has a great personality his future partner is lucky. Jake glance at you, you didn’t look away but instead you stared into his eyes even more, it’s sparkling. He holds your hand and rubs it with his thumb.

———

Dinner already ended, Everyone hung out outside while others went to the dorms to rest. You decided to pack your things since tomorrow will be a more busy day than the past few days, it’s the last day and there’s going to be festival held downtown tomorrow. The teacher are taking the class to join the civillians to celebrate and buy some goods to take home. Time skip, it was still early to sleep so your girl classmates sat on the floor and formed a circle sharing each other stories. Since you don’t have anything to do you joined them. They’re just asking about each others crushes and boyfriends while you space off and stare at somewhere until...

“Hey y/n! What about you? Do you have your eyes on someone?” The class president asked you.

You rub your neck “I don’t-“

“Wait wait do you guys hear something?” Everyone got quiet.

“It’s coming from outside!” suddenly everyone rushes towards the window, you were left but it was a relief. “Isn’t that Heeseung?!”

What.

You dashed towards the window where everyone else are at and forced yourself to the crowd, you eventually got in front. There was Heeseung out side strumming on a guitar (where did he get that?) while looking up at you. His smile grew even more when his eyes landed on you, he kept singing. The girls screamed and nudges you, telling you to go downstairs and meet him. You did. But as soon as you were in-front of him, Heeseung gets on one knee and gave you flower (that he probably picked out somewhere) you accepted it. He then reached for your free hand looks up to you. “Will you please let me court you?”

Oh my god, isn’t things going too fast?

“I...”

“Well what do you say?!” “Y/n say yes!” The girls screamed.

“Y-yes!” Heeseung finally gets up and hugs you tightly, you did the same. Your girl classmates cheered. “Oi oi! What’s all this commotion all about?” the teacher interrupted. They’re already wearing their pjs seems like the screaming disturbed someone. “Ah nothing.. I’m just uhm it’s nothing” Heeseung said.

“Really? Then you kids go back to your dorms and sleep, we’ll leave early for tomorrow” and after that your teacher left.

“So.. I’ll get going now, see you tomorrow” you gave him a smile you were about to leave when Heeseung gently grab your wrist and pulled you back. He gave you a peck on the cheeks and smiled. “Right I’ll see you tomorrow” he said and waved goodbye. You hold your face, hiding the redness as you go back to your dorm. The girls greeted you with a hug, cheering you up. “If my future suitor doesn’t do that to me then I don’t want him”

You lay down on your bed and faced the wall, recalling what the hell just happened. Admit it, you don’t entirely like him but why did you say yes? Sometimes you can’t even understand yourself.

Day 4, Last day

The class president woke you up telling you too prepare and that breakfast is ready. you nodded and got up. After changing into normal clothes and styling your hair you head towards the door and opened it not expecting a guest this early. “Pres told me you’re still here, let’s eat?” He didn’t even wait for your response, Heeseung drags you along with him to the dining hall. The both of you met a sleepy Jake at the entrance.

He yawns and streches his arms, he saw you and Heeseung and decided to Greet you “Good Mooorrning???” Jake enthuastic tone drops as his eyes landed to your and Heeseung’s holding hands. You realized it and took your hand back but he just holds it again. Jake tried to brush it off but he can’t help but to glance at you two while eating. Each giving you suspicious look. Jake’s the one who finished his meal first, he didn’t think twice and stood up. “hey Hee can we talk for a min? alone?”

“Sure” they both leave the dining hall, Jake lead him to the farthest place, the boys dormitories.

“Are you.. and Y/n a thing?”

Heeseung smirks, “Yeah”

“The hell’s wrong with you? You knew I liked her! I’ve been planning to confess and yet here you are just swooping her in so easily, what happened to Bro code?”

“I don’t know jake, I guess you’re just too slow” Heeseung walks forward decreasing the gap between him and Jake. He pats Jake on his shoulder “so I say you do what you want to do before I can make her entirely mine”

———

You looked at yourself once again in your pocket mirror and shoving it inside your bags front pocket after. “Alright! since everyone’s here now get on the bus and let’s head downtown” the teacher, you and your classmates cheered, excited to go downtown and shop for souvenirs/gifts and to celebrate the festival. You got on the bus and you picked the seat near at the back, you put your bag on the luggage rack and sat down after. You saw Jake, you waved at him and pointed on the seat beside you. But before he could even occupy it Heeseung preceded him and took the seat. “Hee that’s my seat”

“Did you pay for it?”

“No”

“Then go sit somewhere else”

“Ok how about we just seat at the very back so you two can seat beside me?” You suggested, they didn’t protest.

Heeseung got up, letting you out. Him and Jake both followed you. You sat at the middle, “oh it’s kinda cozy here” you said, thankfully there wasn’t any air conditioner above the seats to freeze to hell out of your head. The three of you finally settled down, good thing Jake and Heeseung didn’t bickered so you were at peace. The ride didn’t took long, you eventually arrive at the said destination and got out. The class agreed to meet at 1 pm, it’s only 8 am so you still have 5 hours to spare. After that the class went on their separate ways, and of course you went with your bestfriend also not leaving Heeseung behind.

“Lets go shopping for clothes” Heeseung Suggested.

“No we should shop for souvenirs first” Jake said, and the two boys continue to argue again. You rolled your eyes scanning the place where you at right now finding a place to go first. Your eyes trails up on the hill whereas there’s a lot of people sightseeing and taking a lots of photos on top. “Guys I think we should go there first, it looks cool!” You pointed out.

———

Time flies so fast only one hour left before you return back to the meeting place, you’re currently having lunch on a small fast food chain. Jake excused himself and went to the restroom Heeseung took this as a chance to confess something. “I.. I can’t take it anymore” he started. “All of the things that I did in these past few days, it’s all an act” he admits, causing you to look up to him and furrow your brows. “Act? What do you mean?”

“Jake has something to tell you so just play along” he said.

You got even more confused “Hee how am I going to do that when I don’t even know what’s going on?”

In the very corner of Heeseung’s eye he caught a glimpse of Jake’s figure coming to your table so he took a tissue and wipes your mouth pretending that there’s something in there. He crumpled the tissue and dropped it on the table, he then looks at Jake who’s now sitting beside you and giving Heeseung death glares secretly. He smirks. “Okay That’s it” Jake finally decided to man up, he turned his head at you and holds your hand.

“Y/n I need to talk to you”

“I-whoa okay!” You said, Jake didn’t waste anytime and drags you out of the fast food chain. You glance back at Heeseung giving him What’s-going-on?! Look but the boy just waves at you.

After you disappeared in sight, Heeseung rest his head on his palm. He did like you, but after he went at your dorms to serenade you. He saw a big difference of how you felt between him Jake, he couldn’t make you blush and flustered like him and that’s when he knew he didn’t stood a chance in the first place. And the only thing to escape or deny that he in fact have also fallen in love with you too is to show you that it was all an just act, to make Jake feel jealous all this time so he can man up and tells you how really feels.

Jake took a deep breath before speaking up actually he took a lot of deep breaths trying to calm his heart down, “Jake you good?”

“Listen I, I like you okay? Wait no scratch that I love you. I don’t know when and where it started it just it happened and I thought it was just a silly old crush but no it starts to grow big I couldn’t- It won’t go away anymore. I’ve never felt this way in my past flings only you made feel so complicated understanding what I feel which is love, you’re the best person I’ve ever meet so will you please choose me and not him?” Jake confesses leaving you speechless. You felt your worlds collide.

So this is what Heeseung meant earlier? You were relieved it was all an act because you can’t like him back the way he wants you to, the reason why you agreed to him to court you was, you got too pressured on answering him so all you did was to say yes.

“I also feel the same way but what about the girl from Roseville high?” you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“What about her? she’s just my cousin” he explained.

“Didn’t Heeseung told you that?” Jake asked, you shook your head in response.

“That prick” he whispered.

“What?”

“Nothing, lets go back?” He offered his hand, you nodded and smiled. The both of you got back inside again while holding each others hands.

#enhypen x reader #enhypenfluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen scenarios

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bobataeminsuga · 3 years

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everyone's talking about music in your asks so i wanna know what your music hcs are for the genshin boys 👉👈

anon im so sorry for taking so long to reply but i really thought about it... and this is the first time ive ever made like a list of hcs so bear with me

i didnt know whether you meant hcs for the type of music they listened to or like them as musicians so i kinda did both

Genshin boy’s music headcannons under the cut!!

characters: kaeya, diluc, venti, albedo, bennett, razor, xingqiu, chongyun, zhongli, childe, xiao, scaramouche, aether, dainsleif

kaeya:

I get big sweater weather by the neighbourhood vibes from him

bi icon i guess

He loves the neighbourhood

Daddy issues by the neighbourhood yessir

He can play the guitar. his voice is okay, he’s not bad, he can sing and its really nice but its not the prettiest out of all the genshin boys

he loves serenading people and it just works bro, he knows exactly how to make people fall for him

diluc:

a lot of ppl say he would listen to like emo music or something but he listens to classical music

i mean he's a nobleman after all

he grew up learning the piano so he fell in love with classical music at a young age

unlike kaeya, he doesnt serenade people, instead you can find him playing piano at midnight, very captivating (i think i said this in a previous post lol)

hates it when kaeya gets control over the music

definitely the "pop music is so annoying and meaningless" bitch

venti:

nicki Minaj

I dont know why but nicki Minaj

Maybe doja cat too ngl

tbh venti just loves every genre of music

but he really loves everything the nameless bard has ever sung to him - whether it was an original song or not

Learnt every instrument just so he could play the nameless bard’s music wherever he went - venti loves him and his music very much

albedo:

Something magical

ghibli soundtracks maybe?

he likes merry-go-round from howls moving castle that's for sure

maybe chill vibey music

Luke chiang, maybe?

I wouldn’t be surprised if he could play the piano too but violin me thinks… or maybe viola just to prove how much better he is at music theory oooh so fancy he can read alto clef even though violas suck

Only sings lullabies to klee, doesnt sing otherwise, but he has a very calming and pretty singing voice, everyone wishes he sang more (khoi dao singing :,) )

bennett:

number one victory royale- no jk he doesn't listen to that shit unironically

bennett likes Wilbur Soot

really likes your new boyfriend

but other than that he really likes music with deep lyrics, he likes meaningful things

he also really likes singing, he's not that great at it but he loves it and he wants to get better at it

would probably be a band kid, probably plays the trumpet or something

razor:

razor doesn't really understand music

he doesn't have a favourite genre or artist or song

but he really likes bennett's singing

even if bennett thinks he's bad, razor likes listening to him sing, he thinks bennett is the best singer in all of teyvet

he doesn't know this wilbur soot guy, he thinks those are bennett’s songs and that bennett wrote im in love with an egirl about fischl and doesn’t know how to feel about that

Razor cant play any instruments but if he did maybe drums??? Hm…

xingqiu:

everyone thinks he likes classical music - which he does, its just not his favourite

he listens to cavetown me thinks

like i think he listens to cavetown if you get what im saying

Sings lemon boy to chongyun even if he isnt a good singer

He plays the flute, not the best, he’s still learning

his older brother plays the violin and they often argue about which is the better/worse instrument

chongyun:

rnb? I get an rnb vibe from him

maybe krnb? like junny and crush

Chongyun is very swaggy imo so i feel like he’d like swaggy chill music therefore krnb

Not the biggest fan of cavetown but if xingqiu is listening to this is home then chongyun knows he has to be there to comfort him and sits through the song anyways

Chongyun doesnt play any instruments, he sings all the time without realizing it though

he has a very nice voice and xingqiu always tells him this but he doesnt believe this (kinsens singing voice ;-;)

zhongli:

yet another classical music enjoyer

doesnt really mind other genres but he doesnt really like rap

also really likes old rock

journey, the Beatles, queen, he loves it all

but his favourite song is the song guizhong sings to the glaze lilies, nothing can replace that

Cant sing for shit, which is why he cant pick glaze lilies himself

Cant play any instruments either, playing music was always guizhong’s thing, not really his so he never bothered learning

childe:

pop music, whatever’s on the radio im sorry white boy

but also… hayloft? I feel like he would listen to hayloft but the question is would he listen to hayloft?

Surprisingly listens to rich brian bc he heard scaramouche listening once and loved it

Can sing, like he gets the notes right and stuff, nobody wants to hear it though (im so sorry griffin burns)

But sometimes he sings lullabies to tonia, anton, and teucer and :,)

Knows a little bit of piano - he had to teach tonia a bit back home bc they couldnt afford a piano teacher for her until he became a harbinger

xiao:

my chemical romance- nah I'm just joking he likes calming music, mcr and music like that would actually get on his nerves

he likes whatever venti plays

which makes him another big fan of the nameless bard - he doesnt know the songs aren’t venti’s though

JOJI

I think he likes joji, slow dancing in the dark and like you do are his favourites

Agoraphobic by corpse husband

Wishes he knew more about music but whenever venti offers to teach him he gets all “an adeptus doesn’t need to know such things”

He only sings to venti and the traveler whenever he thinks they’re asleep or sings them to sleep but he has sUCH A NICE VOICE (orz kinsen) - traveler and venti team up to get him to sing more

scaramouche:

CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME BUT YOU LOVE ME

Corpse husband.

literally just loud music with heavy bass I can see scaramouche listening to that

blasts that shit at the zapolyarny palace so that everyone knows he's there

signora hates it - childe, not so much but finds it a bit annoying sometimes

This man cant sing, he refuses to and he refuses to play an instrument

NO WAIT HE LIKES TAKAYAN

Cheating is a crime by takayan is his anthem

aether:

He likes whatever reminds him most of home, whatever makes him nostalgic

butterfly by bts

Youth by troye sivan

how to save a life by the fray

Mr loverman by ricky montgomery?

yeah sad music, he doesn't know where his sister is, he wants to go home, of course he'd be sad

Aether likes troye sivan, he gives me that vibe

Ukulele boy aether :o

He used to play the ukulele and sing with lumine (luyin kana’s voice :”) )

abyss prince aether tho hmmm… might be a different story, i feel like he wouldnt be a ukulele boy but he would still listen to sad music me thinks

dainsleif:

He doesn’t listen to music

Knows about music, but doesn’t listen to it

They say long ago he used to sing a lot, rumour has it he was one of the best singers in Khaenri'ah, he doesnt sing anymore

Hears aether singing and gets sad about lumine (or vice versa)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcannons #kaeya #diluc #albedo #venti #childe #zhongli #aether #dainsleif #xiao #scaramouche #chongyun #xingqiu #razor #bennett

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Lady Luck (pt. 1)

I was so hyped to write this lol. Heavily inspired by Kaiji <3

Tw: mafia mention, unrealistic potrayal of mafia, mentions of threats, implied obssessive behavior (will get more hardcore in the second part tho), mentions of gambling, kidnapping /not reader/

You knew that you were a scum, a lowlife, a miserable loser without much hope in life - that’s exactly why you had no problem joining the deadliest underground paradise and following under the steps of the Lucciano family. They controlled everything - the casinos, the drugs, the guns, the whores, you name it - they provided it. And you had nothing - neither a past, nor a future. But everything changed when the oldest son Thomas decided to help you get out of the mud and step onto your legs - he gave you a home, a friend to return to, a shoulder to cry on when reality felt too painful and harsh, just too much to bear on your own. “Why would you do that for a stranger?” You had asked him once while tipsy, sitting by the hearth, a slight blush adorning your soft cheeks. “That’s easy.” The man had responded right away without giving it much thought. “You remind me of myself.”

You spent long nights thinking about his words but never came to a conclusion - he was born into a powerful, wealty family, so it made no sense for him to have experienced rock bottom the way you had. And his small black eyes displayed such a variety of terryfing emotions - bloodlust, greed, sin and so much sadness. Why would a monster ever feel scared, you wondered.

Working for the Luccianos wasn’t especially hard or even dangerous - you ran small errands for them, took care of the younger kids, helped with insignificant deals, acted as a croupier when their staff was sick or missing or had to be taken care of, but one thing you were thankful for was how they never tried to force you into doing something you would never be able to forgive yourself for. Thomas was kind to you - always so considerate, willing to listen, to understand how you felt even when the worlds you two lived in differed so greatly. He was supposed to be villain of the story, big and scary, demanding, taking whatever he wants without asking and never feeling an ounce of regret about it. And for a while, you were suspicous of the man’s every move - you were desperately waiting for the mobster to fuck up and show his true colours so you could let yourself hate him, despise him. And yet the sweet, sweet moment of revelation never came. You knew, of course, of the many evil deeds the criminal bestowed upon thousands of innocent people each and every day, but you never witnessed it with your own eyes and when the man was treating you like a part of his family, holding you close and giving you chance after chance to prove yourself, it was slowly getting impossible to view him as the bad guy. Perhaps you should have waited just a little longer.

It happened during a warm, spring day. You didn’t expect it, you couldn’t. You had just finished your shift at midnight in the small shop you worked in, which belonged to Thomas’ mother, and were heading to the Lucciano mansion. It had been a particularly long and exhausting day, so you wanted nothing more than to feel the soft, silky, white sheets down your half-naked body while the quiet classical music took you to dream land and back. But upon opening the heavy wooden door, you quickly noticed something was different - there was no music, the big black TV in the middle of the hall was set to camera mode instead of the normal one, and it was awfully quiet. “They must have had to leave the country for a while.” You rationalised. “It has happened before after all.” You kept reassuring yourself while taking a tiny step towards the centre of the room where light was the strongest - it could uncover every hidden little detail.

And then the TV was turned on. You shifted your gaze up, paranoia eating at you from inside out. Soon there was clear image on the massive screen, but what you saw left you speechless. There were hours of footage from your personal life - working, hanging out with friends, eating, bathing. What made the shivers down your spine run cold was a scene where a guy, your boyfriend, was kissing you, touching you, undressing you with his praying eyes. It was nothing unusual for a young woman to have a love life, but this broke the only rule Thomas had told you upon entering the house - you were forbidden from having close relationships with men, especially dangerous ones, and for the longest time, you had no issue living by that as long as you came back to the luxury and warmth the mobster provided for you. Until you met him - a charming, clever member of a local gang. You knew it was wrong and could cost you more than you were willing to sacrifice and yet you still gave in. It was your first time experiencing the highs and lows of love, so who could blame you when it was such a magical feeling, a mixture of adrenaline and opium. Alex made you feel like a real human being instead of someone just existing, leeching off the stronger, wealthier species.

There was a shadow moving out from the corner, playing into your delusions. But soon enough you realised it was all a reality as none other than Thomas walked slowly towards you, clapping his hands dramatically, a sly smirk on his beautiful, scarred face. Did he...

"Congratulations." The man started off, dark eyes set on you, slowly coming closer and closer like a big black hole, ready to swallow you whole. "You went and got yourself a little boy - toy." The criminal chuckled viciously under his breath, making you cringe at the crude nickname he used. The situation felt surreal and yet the fear and panic were already suffocating you, making you dizzy wish regret. "I wish you would have told me though... I never thought someone I hold so important would lie to me." The mobster kept rambling, waving his arms in the air theatrically, while holding a lit cigarette, but never moving it to his lips - it was just a prop, a way to create a thick smoke mist in your eyes. It was finally the hour of judgement.

"What do you want?" You asked, faking confidence, desperate to take control of what was happening. It was a bizarre thing to see your dearest friend act in such a eerie, frightening way, almost treating you like one of his victims - nothing more than an indebted bastard or an unfortunate bystander, unlucky enough to catch a deal unfolding right behind the scenes. It hurt but you had forced this upon yourself and you had to fix it.

"Nothing much, really." Thomas replied, finally inhaling the deadly smoke into his open mouth. He played with his collar for a while, as if you weren't standing there, scared for your life. "I just want to teach you a lesson in obedience, doll." The mafioso continued, circling you slowly, his heavy gaze never leaving your body. You felt awfully exposed even when all your clothes were present, covering every inch of your skin. With a swift snap of his fingers, the man summoned most of the gorillas that worked under him. Two of them were dragging your kicking, screaming boyfriend towards the centre of the room, but a quick punch in the guts managed to quiet him down. He looked terrified, his face bloody and injured, covered in dust and misery. But he was still alive and only that mattered to you.

"I wanted to make this entertaining for all of us." The oldest Lucciano spoke out, his husky voice echoing trough the golden ceiling. He moved over to your lover and harshly pressed the cigarette butt against the exposed skin of his unprotected arm. The man cried out in pain, silently pleading you to help with his big, terrified eyes. And here you were, as helpess as he was - if not even more. "So I decided to initiate a little gamble of sorts, ya know?" Thomas winked at you, smiling with malice. You couldn't help, but recall all the times you two had played poker together, betting less than pocket change. You never understood why the man always got so excited despite winning such small sums, especially when his casinos already did well. But now you could see it clearly - he got off crushing his opponent, taking the victory under their noses. Money meant nothing. As long as he was able to ruin your mood, your life, the man was pleased.

Soft white light lit up the furthest corners of the hall and you saw dozen square boxes, arranged in a circle. It looked harmless enough on its own, still they were stamped with Thomas’ symbol - a dove. You used to wonder why someone in the most dangerous depts of mafia would choose such an innocent, sweet signature pf representation and now the answer was right in front of you - that way it was easier to trick the enemy into thinking they were safe. And how wrong were they.

“As you can see, there are nine wooden boxes in total. They look exactly the same and on top of each one there is a hole.” Thomas stopped to point at them, the raw anticipation flooding his otherwise dull pupils. “Six of the boxes are empty. In the other three though, there are placed some of the most poisonous snakes in the world. One bite and you are dead.” The madman gave a loud, breathy laugh while your boyfriend squirmed uncomfortably in place, restrained by the strong arms, holding him down. “Both of you will take four turns putting your hand in the boxes. After every round the box would be closed off and you would be able to choose only from the remaining ones. ” The mobster grinned widely, looking at your horrified expression. You couldn’t believe that the man was willing to put your lives on the line simply because you had neglected one of his orders. “Now you may be wondering where the suspence is - after all you would probaby manage to hear the hissing from afar and avoid the place it comes from. Rest assured, my foolish little friends. Right now the snakes are heavily intoxicated and absolutely silent - which doesn’t mean, of course, that they won’t attack any soft flesh they see. If you die, that’s on you, but if you survive, you will be rewarded.” Thomas clapped his hands together and his man let go of your lover, resulting in his falling to the ground with a heavy bang. Thomas pursed his lips together.

“Shall we get started?”

#yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere mafia #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere gambling #yancore

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Krbk Multichap Fic Recs

The order doesn’t particularly matter. The ratings also vary, so be careful and make sure you read the tags to know what you’re getting into! Also, they are all completed.

Anyway, here we go !

Tonight we’re the sea by idratherhaveyou. (Artist Bakugo, Kirishima moves to the seaside! It’s so damn good! The writing, the characterization, the feelings, the story! The Everything!!!)

But I’ve got an angry heart by newamsterdam. (Dormmates, College AU! Baku wants peace, Kiri wants to make friends! Very good! A little (lot) angsty, but like honestly, VERY good)

Slow it down, go easy on me by newamsterdam. (Time travel AU that’s got everything to make it perfect. A marvel <3)

The fool’s rush by Chonideno. (Future AU! Roommates. Mutual pinning. Lots and LOTS of pinning. So fluffy you’ll cry)

Something just like this by imatrisarahtops. (such a feel good fic, following the themes of the krbk week 2018. Pinning, comfort and getting together)

The best part is falling by Claus_Lucas. ( (Bakugo’s had enough of Kiri not understanding his own feelings. It’s hilarious and cute)

You give me a quite mind and I’ll love you by Claus_Lucas. (the boys do lot of figuring out after the rescue, it’s good)

When you’re in love with your best friend by ellieb3an. (5+1! Bakugo realizes he’s in love with Kiri! It’s real good)

When you’re in love with your boyfriend by ellieb3an. (the long distance relationship that’s gonna melt your heart (the sequel) )

Coming up for air by ellieb3an. (Kiri learns to cope with the trauma after getting stuck in his own quirk, it’s very emotional and so so good! A++ caring baku! It’s amazing!)

Easy now, with my heart (careful now, with my heart) by multiclassmaps. (or how their classmates figure out they’re dating, very good!)

All I knew I could ever need was in front of me by multiclassmaps. (Married pro hero with a dog, perfectly fluffy and warm)

So take my hand, you life will be brighter by multiclassmaps. (hockey AU, amazing! Absolutely amazing! A must read! And reread!)

your heart's a mess, you won't admit to it; I'm desperate to connect- and you- you can't live like this by multiclassmaps. (unrequited love that’s not actually unrequited. So? Damn? Good?)

To the tune of Bakushima series (mostly canon compliant. How Baku and Kiri went from being Friends With Benefits to properly getting together. amazingly well written and just go read it!) (rating varies!!!)

Slow and steady series by Siij. (They get together. They figure things out. This is amazing, and the writing is great and the fluff!! Also, ratings vary)

Perihilion by tauontauff. (a blessing, a true blessing, soft, sweet, heart-melting. Christmas themed!!!)

One step closer by tuslee. (angsty, Bakugo gets in a car accident, his road to recovery is slow and difficult. Katsuki and Ochako friendship centric)

Burn like the sun by Kivea. (Firefighter AU! amazing Bakusquad interactions, I cried at times from how much I laughed! It’s great <3)

Crow’s feet by PotatoJesus. (Established relationship, future AU! really soft and sweet)

Heart stains on the carpet by cityboys. (bodyguard AU, the fake dating AU that started them all! cityboys is just amazing)

2AM by cityboys. (Bakugo goes back to his home town and is forced to work in his mother’s café. It’s cityboys, just read it)

Fucking feelings series by Equinurmae. (Hilarious, Baku and Deku friendship, Baku goes full gay panic and asks Deku for help)

I’ll save you myself by Obesessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism. (very sweet and kinda gets hot at the end)

Just another sexuality crisis at midnight by PaperTrees. (I don’t know how to describe it without spoiling it, but it is AMAZING!)

Stuck in the blast zone series by Nickolefricle. (the interactions are AMAZING, and the little stories are really REALLY good)

Spring a season about love by Tears are salty. (kmjr and krbk and bkjr friendship. Very cute)

Today is not good so far by generic_handle. (Established relationship. Kiri invites Baku for night out with their friends but for some reason, it sets the blonde off. very funny)

2AM knows all secrets by Unbrekable_Red_Riot. (Baku has nightmares, Kiri helps. It’s REALLY good. Also, slight one-sided kmkr)

Kiss me you fool by Shizuumi151. (it’s a series of independent one-shots. Very sweet. The ratings vary)

Of fading Light and cooling space by SilentKnight. (Kirishima thinks baku is dead for 80% of this. Very painful. Very good)

Acceptance and denial by Poteto. (Kiri drags Baku into his attempt at coming out to his parents. It’s Very good!)

Friday I’m in love by mcgreys. (The one where Bakugo thinks Deku is in love with him and hilarity ensues)

Anyone can be a hero by RedBluePalatar. (Future fic. The one where a certain video forces kiri to give up hero life, until he meets Baku again a couple of years later. Very good!)

Nightmares aren’t explodable series by PurplePersnickety. (Or the one where Kiri is cranky. I can’t say more without spoiling but go read it it’s really good!!)

Everyone knows that cats are indepandant by PurplePersnickety. (the daemon AU where Kiri works in a coffee shop and Baku has a Lioness as a daemon! It’s so good!!)

Rosy by mr_todoroki. (the one where Baku steals Kiri’s first kiss and our cutie catches feelings!)

Red by mr_todoroki. (And they were roommates! Kiri is discovering things about himself and Baku does not like his new friend).

Sunchaser by Chonideno. (Denial of feeling?? Mutual pinning?? A lot of feelings? Like looking through a fogged glass? Very beautiful and poetic! An absolute must read! My heart still does weird things when I think about it!)

A heart swelled to bursting by eggstasy (established relationship. Lots of Bakuangst but also Baku growth. eggstasy writing a multichap, do you even need convincing, my dudes)

Cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight by imatrisarahtops (they’re both having nightmares and trying to help each other. Lost of angst but it’s so good)

This ain’t a fairy tale by alpha_hydra (kiri gets hit by a quirk that makes everyone fall in love with him. Baku is already in love. Smutty)

Moment of truth by Fanficismything. (the proposal AU. It’s really soft! You see it as Baku falls in love! It’s really good!)

Breath of the wild AU by Stylish_Racoon (as the title says. Bakugo is Link, Kirishima is Zelda and sometimes I wish I could wipe my memory just so I can experience it again)

Broken Bridges by DeathBelle (Kirishima comes back from aboard and they work together. Smutty)

Quote love unquote by newsamsterdam (it’s the fake dating celeberities AU we all want, it’s perfect, it’s a must read it’s everything)

Of Ghosts and other Inaccurate Things by chezka (Kirishima never made it to UA because he died and now he’s haunting Bakugo or so they thought. Listen, It’s really really good!)

The Magic Song by Zacksy (the cindrealla AU we all needed! A really sweet fic)

In the Kingdom On the Sea by deviance (Kirishima is a Kraken Merman (a REALY big one) and Bakugo is a pirate that’s madly in love with him)

Inevitable by Legendaerie (Pro-heroes, partners, Bakugo taking care of Kirishima and showing his love through that while Kirishima remains oblivious! It’s really good, like really insanely good with all the right fluffy feelings)

Ransom in Red by Shippeh (sort of cindrella AU that’s really good)

Sun Sets Red by Shippeh (College AU where kr and dk are roomies and Bakugo’s the hot not-boyfriend that came attached to Deku. It’s really good)

Heartbeat Thunder by Shippeh (ABO in UA where Kirishima is an Alpha that hates his secondary gender and is afraid to rut and Bakugo is an omega who relies too much on instincts and doesn’t believe feelings matter.

Built to Fall by bigstupidjellyfish (Post break-up pro hero krbks become partners and fight villains and mend their relationship and finally, FINALLY fuck! It’s very good )

there's a space here shaped like you by kingdoms (Fantasy Bakugo lands on Kirishima’s lap (figuratively) and Bakugo is jelly! Very good)

you can get what you want or you can just get old by hyperlight (Bakugo gets hit by a quirk that sends him to a future where he messed up everything and lost himself to become the number one (and still never managed it). Kirishima in this word is a really badass hero that doesn’t give too fucks about rankings! He’s super mature and harder but gosh I’m in love.)

half in and half out of the light by gangnamstiles (Kirishima gets discharged from the army, but he’s got a lot of scars left from his time there, Bakugo’s a rock throught it all, and so are their friends. They were a band before adulting, and now they’re tryna put it back together. It’s really emotional and good)

Worth a Thousand Words by awareoftheconcept (Kirishima thinks Bakugo is dating Camie and jealousy ensues but their friendship is so sweet it don’t really matter, plus they make it in the end. Did i say the way their friendship is portrayed is everything? They just REALLY love each other. I love this fic with my whole heart)

Out of the Slipstream by Ashii Black (ashiiblack) (and AU where th boys are professional cyclists and this Bakugo’s really hot and also they soft with some jelly Bakugo, very good. E rated)

Burden of Proof by kytrin, Mslead (it’s murder mystery with magic and romance and a great relationship development! It’s really really good! Mind the rating tho!)

In the Dark of the Night by arxaris (Katsuki’s the emperor of rome and Kirishima’s a Gladiator that catches his eyes. It’s a sort of fwb that evolves into something more because these boys can’t resist each other. It’s sweet and hot, very good all around.)

From Fire and Ashes, Flourishing by Milligramme (Bakugo’s a volcano god and kirishima’s the priest that gets chosen to «worship» him. They fall in love, it’s very good)

nuclear seasons by qactus (The lifeguard AU we don’t deserve. It’s a slow burn and it’s so damn good. Rated E).

the great wide somewhere by amaranthinecanicular (Beauty and the beast AU. References to the fantasy AU from the popularity polls that are integrated to the story so well. It’s just. Very very good)

Just a Few More Minutes in Heaven by loki_dokey (Bakugo is in love with Kirishima, everyone knows it except for him (including Kirishima) It’s very VERY good)

Eyes Like Dragon-Fire by Dragonire (and excellent fantasy AU slowburn. The world building is amazing and the developement of their relationship is great. It’s really good!!) Rated M

CALYPSO by gummyconcrete (No quirk AU, where they try to figure out their feelings in the few months they’ve left before graduation. Lots of feelings)

Bakugo’s Diary by Gyashi (It’s a sweet little story told in drawn diary entries)

Freshly Ground Coffee by arxaris (Cute barista!Kirishima PH!Bakugo AU)

Demon Kirishima Loves His Human by deviance (A series of connected one shots that deal with Demon!Kirishima and Not so human!Bakugo. Very good)

#kiribaku #bakushima #krbk #fic recs #krbk fic recs #i'll update it as I go i guess #long post

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k7l4d4 · 3 years

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 5 Part 10

Hello, and once again, I welcome you to Midnight Striga. Please, enjoy.

Perry Porter strode into the Covention Center, eyes easily panning across and compartmentalizing the tragic sights around him, a skill he picked up by virtue of sheer experience. Clinically, he noted the amount of bodies present, living and dead, as well as the brow-raising sight of what could only be human corpses, if the ears were any indicator. He felt a sinking sensation within his stomach; whatever had occurred today would rock the Isles to its core, of that he had no doubt.

Shaking his head, Perry scanned the crowd again, eyes widening at the sight of a hand waving him over. Rushing over, he slid to a stop in front of his son, Augustus; his silly, energetic, passionate, brilliant son, Augustus, alive and well. “This is Perry Porter, on the scene saying,” He started, before pulling Gus into a hug. “I am so happy you’re alright.” He sighed, relieved, feeling Gus relax into his grip.

“I-I am really glad you got here so quickly dad.” Gus choked out, a light sprinkling of tears in his eyes. “A lot’s happened, and I really, really want to talk with you about it, but something more important came up, and I think you can help out, you know?” He put on his bravest smile, trying to hold in the scream that was building ever since he had managed to process that yes, everything that had happened to today was all but over.

“I really think it would be best that I try and talk with you about what happened here,” Perry began, before noticing the stubborn expression on his son’s face, “But I can see that you won’t budge on this. So, shall we?” He calmly asked, gesturing for his son to lead the way, which he did with a beaming smile.

As they walked through the clinic, Perry idly noted the general behaviors of the people around him; there was his son’s friend, Willow Park, tearfully talking with her parents, a relieved smile on her face. There were the Blight Children, the two eldest tightly squeezing themselves around their younger sister, a baffled look on her face. He saw the crowds of crying, pleading, nervous faces all around. As his son led him into a backroom of the small clinic that had been established, Perry came face to face with three figures; the Emperor’s Coven Head Lilith Clawthorne, Eda the Owl Lady, and a human girl, all seated around a central table, gesturing for him to sit. As his son quickly saw himself out of the room, Perry had the sinking suspicion he was in a bit over his head.

After they explained the situation, as much as they could at least, Perry took a deep breath, holding in a sigh. They wanted his help to spread this information, which he could see the basis behind it- a group that invested this much effort into an attack wasn’t going to just stop and people needed to know about them- but the sheer depth of this reveal would completely change the social landscape of Bonesburough. “Very well, I agree to help with this. Do you have a plan for how we go about this?” He asked Lilith, who seemed to be trying a bit too hard to hold authority over this meeting, despite the lack of resistance from the other two.

Lilith nodded. “We have two real options at this point.” She said, holding up two fingers for emphasis. “We can either do multiple takes and present them later, or we can have this meeting broadcast live as breaking news.” She ticked off the options on her fingers, a grave look of contemplation upon her face. Lilith pursed her lips. “Personally, I favor the second option.”

That caught the group by surprise. “Huh, I honestly thought you’d prefer to get this all perfect and have it presented later.” Eda commented, arching a brow.

Lilith snorted. “Please, sister, give me some credit. The longer we go without addressing this, the more severe public unrest and hysteria will become. While the release of this information will certainly have its own consequences, those are still preferable to the people being left in the dark, and drawing more unsavory conclusions.” Lilith calmly stated, gaining impressed looks from the others.

Perry calmly assembled the equipment he would need, adding in his own take on the situation. “While an official report would normally be prepared by the Emperor’s Coven,” He carefully ignored Eda’s derisive snort, “that would be contingent on them possessing factual information to present. Without it, anything they provided would be woefully inadequate for informing the people. While a Live Report of this interview will most certainly cause a stir, it will ultimately be a mere fraction of what would result if the Emperor’s Coven issued a report that ultimately proved to be false in some capacity.” The group blinked, but, after mulling it over, agreed with what he said; it made sense, if people placed trust in an organization and it failed them, whether as a result of malice or otherwise, there would be backlash.

Perry clapped his hands. “So! Let’s begin, shall we?” They all shared a look, and nodded.

As they gathered around the table, Lilith leaned forward. “Now then, human, it’s time for you to answer my questions. The People of the Isles are dying to hear what you have to say.”

Luz gave a challenging grin. “Ask away. I’m all ears.”

Taking that as his cue, Perry started up the broadcast. Turning the camera to himself, he began, voice grave. “To all the citizens of the Boiling Isles, this is Breaking News, Live from the Covention. I am Perry Porter, reporting on behalf of Emperor’s Coven Head Lilith Clawthorne.” He paused, allowing the prepared footage to play across the crystal balls of all watching; the broken walls and shattered stands, the caged prisoners held under guard, and the bodies of all those who’d died, some gathered together for examination, others… not so much. He continued. “Today, tragedy has struck. For the first time since Emperor Belos’ ascendancy, an organized attack on our people has been committed. Of the over 2000 attendees, approximately half have been slain, and a third of the remainder have sustained moderate to severe injuries. Many of them were children. Of the 300 Coven Guards assigned to the Covention, over half of them have died, with all but a quarter sporting severe injuries.”

“What is most shocking, however, is that those claiming responsibility, a group known as the Black Dog Squadron, working on behalf of a group or individual known as Oroboros, are humans. That’s right, humans!!” Perry exclaimed, milking the drama a bit more than he liked, but needing to keep the audience invested; tragedy could only captivate for so long. “During the attack, all displayed some form of magic, but none, bar a handful who commanded Plant Magic, utilized any of the Nine Magics. How is this possible? Why did this happen? What will we, as a society, do next? To help answer these questions, Lilith Clawthorne has initiated an interview with a human who fought on behalf of our people, one Luz Noceda.” He knew that the girl’s image was now emblazoned across every crystal ball on the Isles at this very moment, leading further weight to his broadcast, in theory at least. “I am here with Coven Head Lilith herself,” He indicated the prominent Witch, who raised her hand to the audience. “To broadcast the interview to you all. Please be advised, some of what may be discussed may be shocking to some viewers.” With his part finished for the moment, Perry fell silent, allowing the broadcast to focus on the interview, more of an interrogation really, going on in the room.

“To ensure that what you say is true,” Lilith began, cutting right to the chase. “I must insist that you swear an Unbreakable Vow to that effect. This way, none can claim you are attempting to deceive us. Is that acceptable?” She asked, holding her hand out to begin forming the spell.

Luz raised an eyebrow, but saw no problem with the spell. She shrugged. “Sounds fine to me.” She said bluntly, prompting a nod from Lilith as she formed the spell. When the circle was completed, the two shook hands through it, sealing the oath. Luz was blissfully unaware of the shock rippling through the Isles, as now none would be able to refute or deny her words without looking insane or foolish. She had effectively solidified her legitimacy irrefutably in a single instant.

“Excellent.” Lilith replied, a grim smile playing across her face. She began. “First of all, I must ask, for how long have humans been capable of magic?”

Luz gave a shrug. “I can’t give you an exact figure, but at least 700 years, most likely more.” She said, unaware and uncaring of the shock that erupted at her statement. Even Lilith wasn’t totally immune, managing to school her features, expertly concealing the bewildered shock at the girl’s reply.

Lilith cleared her throat, forcing her instinctive urge to dive into the historical implications of that statement. As calmly as she could, she continued. “I see. How is magic utilized in Human Society?”

Luz tilted her head a bit. “You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific than that. There are a lot of Human Societies, all of whom have magic capable individuals, and all have their own ways of doing things. A benefit of being the dominant species in our world, is that we can afford to divide ourselves into a LOT of individual cultures and communities.”

Lilith paled at that, unable to stop the question that bubbled up in response. “Just… how many humans are in existence, exactly?”

Luz pondered that for a moment before replying. “I can’t give you an exact number, but I’d say there’s about several hundred million of us. Our world is big, and there are very few places we can’t survive on it.”

Internally shaking her head, and forcing herself not to focus on all the implications that came to mind, Lilith continued with her questions. “What is this Oroboros that the attackers claimed to be working for?”

Luz’s eyes sharpened, a burning hate filling her eyes, enough that even those watching at home suddenly felt very unsafe at the moment. “Oroboros is a criminal organization; specifically, they are the single largest Dark Guild active in the world right now. Oroboros prides itself on its ability to seize control and orchestrate things to its own benefit, without any regard for the harm and chaos that erupts in their wake. Cruelty and brutality are prized and cultivated among their members, almost as much as magical power is. No crime is too heinous, no line too sacred for them to cross.” She hissed out, the pure malicious hate coloring her tone forcing Lilith to gulp in nervousness.

“I see.” And Lilith did see. She had personally borne witness to the aftermath of that cruelty and indifference; however, Luz’s response brought another question to mind, one she felt she needed an answer to. She narrowed her eyes. “Edalyn told me you would be an excellent source of information for this. So far, you have proven to be so, even if my questions have not been exacting enough to gain satisfactory answers as of yet. But that response of yours has me thinking. How do you know about Oroboros, Miss Noceda?” Lilith inquired, eyes focused.

Luz raised an eyebrow, stood up, and turned around. After ensuring her back was presented to the broadcast, she reached back, and pulled down at the back of her outfit. Seared into her flesh lay a symbol, a serpent arranged into a Sideways eight, biting its own tail. “I used to be a member.” Luz said, voice dead and hollow. She turned a heartbreakingly sad smile towards Lilith. “Specifically, I was a member under protest.”

“Elaborate.” Lilith ordered, voice hard and unrelenting. She could feel the urge to bring out her staff and blast this child into oblivion, but tamped it down. She didn’t have all the information yet.

Luz gave a chuckle, bitter and full of the kind of spite that made people glad for what they had. “Oroboros has no limits to what they are willing to do, and that extends to what lengths they are willing to go to for recruits. Whenever someone with a useful skill or magic appears in their information network, they send out recruiters. For those with a few too many morals, such as myself, they like to employ a more… decisive argument.” She turned an empty smile upwards, oblivious to the daggers Lilith was glaring her way. “Oroboros kidnapped my sister, and used her as a hostage to keep me in line.” Lilith froze, unblinking.

Luz continued, oblivious. “Whenever I talked back, Vee was beaten. Whenever I failed an assignment, she had a bone broken. Whenever I completed a job, she got a good meal, after having been starved and deprived of water to just short of death that is.” She smirked, an angry, tired thing. “I hated myself. I wanted to die. I only kept living for her. And then she died; one of her guards decided they wanted to have a little fun with her, and the next anyone knew, the guard was dead, and my sister had a knife in her liver. I was free in the worst way possible.”

Stunned silence rang throughout the Isles, such that even Lilith herself was rendered speechless. Forcing herself to speak, Lilith asked the next question on her mind, one she felt the Isles would wish to know. “Should we consider this an act of War from the Human Realm?”

Luz blinked. Then, she laughed; a deep, cackling laugh filled with so much loathing and misery it was genuinely astonishing a living being could make such a sound. “No. Or at least, not the way you’re thinking. Oroboros is in no way affiliated with any form of Government or Ruling power. It’s a criminal organization that supports itself alone.” She gave a poisonous smile. “While I have no way of knowing if any Human Governments know about the Isles, I can assure you that none of them were involved in this.”

“Well, that’s something good at least.” Lilith said dryly. “What can you tell us about Oroboros in regards to how it is structured?”

Luz leaned back, gathering her memories on the subject. “Oroboros originally began as a Dark Guild that took jobs that other Dark Guilds shied away from, stuff that was extremely messed up and depraved in what was involved to go about them. When the big three Dark Guilds were dismantled, Oroboros clawed its way to the top of the heap after all the infighting died down. After that, they started breaking down and assimilating other Dark Guilds that they thought might be useful. You actually met one of them out there.” Luz offhandedly mentioned.

“Truly?” Lilith broached.

“Yup.” Luz nodded. “Before they became the Black Dog Squadron, the Squad was originally a guild in its own right, Barghast. Barghast was a mercenary guild at first, selling the services of its members as soldiers and fighters to the highest bidder, with an emphasis on fighting in wars. But when the local groups started fighting less, Barghast decided it would be better to start the wars they fought, and sell their services to both sides to keep the conflict going longer.” Luz smiled at that. It was not a nice smile. “When their little scheme came to light, they were branded a Dark Guild and went on the run, before being absorbed into Oroboros.”

Luz leaned forward. “Oroboros likes to present itself as one big unit, and while it can act like one in the field, Oroboros is full of splintered factions and units. The Black Dog Squadron is one of the neutral factions, actually; they don’t care which faction is using them, just as long as they can cause as much suffering and bloodshed as possible. I was an unaligned member, mostly because none of the Squadrons trusted a conscript like me not to stab them in the back, so I didn’t really work with any of the Factions or Squads outside of being paired with them for missions. My jobs were assassinations, thefts, and… less savory things.” Luz admitted, eyes downcast. Tears pooled in her eyes, dripping onto the table.

Lilith pursed her lips, feeling unwilling to judge the girl for compromising herself in the name of her loved ones; if anything, she was impressed the girl had the sense of self not to justify the atrocities she had done as anything other than what they were, a means of sparing the life of her loved one at the expense of others, and felt remorse over having done so. Still, she had two pressing questions to ask. “I must ask, you keep referencing Oroboros as a Dark Guild. Just what is a Guild?”

Luz slumped, feeling spent from the roller-coaster of loathing that always came when she thought about… all she had done. “Guilds are the Human Version of your Coven System, if far less restrictive. I won’t go too far into it, that would take way too much time, but Dark Guilds are essentially guilds that flout the laws that govern what Guilds can and cannot do, and actively have their members engage in crimes. If I had to give a close equivalent, Dark Guilds are basically for us what an Assassin Coven or Thief Coven would be for you. An organized effort to commit crime with little to no regard for who would be hurt as a result.”

Lilith felt a chill run up her spine at the thought. The idea of the Coven System being twisted like that, perverted into a warped, criminal mirror of itself, made her shudder; the implications of what such a thing could do, producing criminals whose magic was specialized to enabling criminal acts… it was a horrifying thought. Lilith swallowed, before jumping into her last question. “I thank you for agreeing to this; some of what you’ve revealed could not have been easy for you. But… I must ask you this; can we count on you to aid us against Oroboros?” She peered forth, unknowingly mimicking the apprehension of many of the citizens watching.

Luz gave her a smoldering glare. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’ve already seen enough misery because of Oroboros. I won’t let them do as they please anymore, not while I can do something about it.” Luz paused, a thought coming to mind. “Huh, this reminds me of something my teacher said while I was training.”

Lilith raised any eyebrow. “Oh?”

Luz gave Lilith a soft, tired smile. “Yeah.” She reached up, rolling back her sleeve; Lilith recoiled at the sight. From her elbow to her shoulder, Luz’s arm was a maze of scar tissue, deep gouges and rents woven through the veil of poorly healed flesh; the fact she could use her arm without issue was awe-inspiring, when one considered the pain she must feel every day from such an injury. “I got this when I first tried using my Magic in a combat situation. I was fighting a monster that was bothering some of the fields near the village I was staying at during my training. I had barely been training for a week, having only just barely made a proper spell for the first time less than a day ago. The monster dashed me against a cliff, driving my arm so deep against the stone that it started scraping bone. If my teacher hadn’t intervened, it would’ve eaten me.” She turned to Lilith, sober eyes burning with shame. “I was an idiot. My teacher made sure I remembered that. What they said to me that day, I’ll never forget.” Luz leaned back, before reciting something with the air of quotation. “‘Magic is an unreasonable force. It is wondrous and horrific. It cares nothing for good or evil, or the intentions of those who use it. If you wish to put your skills to such a task as fighting for truth and justice, grow strong. Otherwise, you’ll never be anything more than prey for those with less moral compunctions than you.’” Luz gazed fondly at the ceiling, tears pooling at the memory. “Ever since that day, I swore I would never let myself be too weak to stand up for myself, or what I believe in. I would be strong enough that I could protect others, but also to protect myself.” She gave a chuckle. “Things didn’t work out too well for that promise.”

Lilith just looked on with pity, before turning to Perry. “I think that would be a good point to end the interview. At least for today.”

“Indeed.” Perry nodded. “Well then, you heard it here first, Citizens.-”

“What are you doing?” Lilith queried.

Perry blinked. “I’m… ending the broadcast.”

Lilith shook her head. “Not yet. I still have one thing left to do.” She beckoned her sister forth, who had been silently looking on as the interview went on. Eda’s mind was brimming with questions for Luz, but she was willing to put it aside for when they got back home. For now, she had her sister to deal with. Lilith gazed upon her sister, an unreadable look in her eye. “Earlier, when you defeated me in a Witch’s Duel, your request for your win was that I would tell the truth about your curse to the public, dispelling the official story. We even swore an unbreakable vow over it.” She held up her arm for emphasis, her arm flashing with a white ring. An ominous smile graced her features. “Well, I do believe a live broadcast all across the Isles is certainly public, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, it is. And I’m glad you’re not putting it off, I am! But… are you feeling okay sis? You seem a little out of it.” Eda asked, genuine concern coloring her voice. The hysterical laugh Lilith gave just added to that concern.

“Oh Edalyn, if you only knew.” She said, wiping away a tear from her outburst, before sobering. “But then, I suppose you will in a moment.” Turning to the broadcast, Lilith braced herself, fully willing to bear the backlash her actions would cause against herself and the Coven from this. “Citizens of the Isles, I, Coven Head Lilith Clawthorne, stand before you to reveal a bitter truth. For years, the story of the Owl Lady has been told, how her defiance and dismissal of the Coven System was punished by the Titan. That story… it is a lie.” She bluntly stated, almost feeling the gasps rippling through the Isles. “The Emperor’s Coven itself has no knowledge of how Edalyn was cursed, but it was most certainly no work of the Titan, or its will.” A mysterious smile, almost beatific were it not so filled with pain, crossed her features. “The one responsible for Eda Clawthorne’s curse was a witch. Specifically… the one responsible was myself.” Lilith felt more than saw Eda freeze up beside her. She could see it now on Perry’s own face, the look of horror, accusation, dumbfounded shock.

Lilith turned to Eda, feeling an almost spiteful glee at the look of horror, denial, and hurt that crossed her features. “Y-your lying, Lily. You-” Eda stuttered (Edalyn stuttered!), denial and shock filling her voice. Lilith slowly stroked Eda’s cheek, an almost tender gesture.

“Edalyn, we both know that, for all your hatred of the rules and authority, you are far smarter than this. You know I can’t be lying.” Lilith said, just barely loud enough for the broadcast to pick up. “Think about it, you’ve surely pieced it together after all this time. Who else could’ve gotten into your room to curse you? Who else would’ve had reason to curse you?” Eda shook her head, denial still burned across her features, backing away from Lilith.

“Why?” Eda hissed out, forcing it through the denial. “Why would you do this!? To me!? TO YOUR FAMILY!?!?” She screamed, hurt and rage finally making themselves known in full.

Lilith chuckled, the same bitter, empty laugh Luz herself had used previously when discussing her failings. “Because you were going to win, dear sister!” Lilith cried, almost relishing the horror on Eda’s face, were it not for how sick she felt at it all. “We were set to fight for a place in the Emperor’s Coven, and you would win!! I knew you would!! You were the prodigy, the gifted genius that everything came so easily to when you bothered to try, the powerhouse who could already level buildings at the age of TWELVE!!!” Lilith felt the tears coming, the bitter, hot tears of her own weakness surging forth. “I was the one who wanted to serve the Isles, I was the one who wanted to help people!!!! You only cared about joining the Coven so you wouldn’t have to give up any magic! So why should I have given up my dream, my future, for you!?”

“I ONLY WANTED TO BE PART OF THE COVEN TO SUPPORT YOU!!!” Eda cried, her own angry, hurt-filled tears flowing. “All I wanted was to support you, to give you the future you deserved!!” She shook her head, anger and shame filling her heart.

“I KNOW!!” Lilith shrieked. “I Knew it then, and I know it now!!” The tears were like waterfalls now, bitter pain coating her every word. “But I couldn’t accept it, the idea that you, someone who so effortlessly and deliberately flouted the rules, would have what I wanted, what I dreamed of! How could I have known that you would forfeit, how could anyone!? A position in the most prestigious and influential of covens, and you throwing it away for me!?” She shook her head. “No. I didn’t believe you could be that selfless.”

Eda gave a bitter snort. “And I didn’t believe you could be that selfish. I guess we were both surprised.” Not staying to hear another word, Eda grabbed Luz, who wordlessly followed her, and stormed off. Luz shot Lilith a look of empty disappointment. It was exactly what Lilith deserved.

Lilith turned to the still running broadcast, a blank smile on her face. “And you’ve heard it here first, folks.” Lilith mockingly imitated the standard reporter line. “The Enforcer of the Emperor’s Will is a cheat, scum who would betray her own family, and a fraud. What a shocking revelation, is it not?” She wandered off, tears still streaming. Perry wordlessly cut the broadcast. He suddenly felt the need to give his son the biggest hug of all time.

All across the Isles, people were reacting to the horrifying news. Some focusing on some parts over others, of course, but none could deny that the Special Report was on everyone’s minds.

“This is unacceptable!!” Kikimora cried, frantically pacing in front of the Emperor’s Throne, heedless of her standard deference. “How could Coven Head Clawthorne reveal such sensitive information through a broadcast of all things!? Your Highness, this mutiny cannot stand!!” Normally, Kikimora would never be so blatant and emotional in front of her lord, but she felt now, of all times, was the best moment to voice her worries.

“Hmm… it seems I must adjust some of my plans.” Belos murmured. While Lilith publicly revealing the secret she so fervently guarded was certainly a surprise, if anything the revelation of her obsession should make her even more fervent in her future attempts to apprehend her sister. The revelations of Human Realm Magic now infesting his realm… oh he would definitely need to broach this carefully, but his ultimate goal remained unchanged. Wild Magic would be PURGED from the Titan, that was non-negotiable. But the revelation of Human Magic would certainly prove a useful tool for later…

“My lord!?” Kikimora frantically pleaded.

Hunter contemplated the revelations he had just witnessed. Humans were capable of magic, something deemed impossible. If it was possible for them… could it prove possible for himself? Something to think about for later. Right now, he had to attend to his Emperor. He owed the man everything, and this did not change that fact. He would probably have to keep a closer eye on Lilith though,

Alador calmly adjusted the latest adaptation to the Abomiton project, carefully tuning out his wife’s frantic screams and rage. She would burn herself down, if not out, in a little while, and then he would intercede. For the moment, he needed to properly calibrate the Coiled Composition System, truly a marvel really; if it worked properly, even the lowest quality of Abomitons would be a force to be reckoned with.

Odalia slammed herself down across from Alador with a huff, blistering rage burning in her eyes. “Well, at least now we know who our mysterious clients are.” She bit out, forcing herself to calm down with a cup of tea. Alador merely raised an eyebrow. He would see what she said in full, before replying. Odalia chuckled, a nasty, angry sounding thing. “It truly makes sense, you know. Such mysterious customers, wanting such a variety of goods and supplies! And they turned out to be murderous criminals. Fitting.”

“Will we stop supplying them, then?” Alador faux-absentmindedly asked. He had a feeling as to what she would say, but it was still imperative he hear it in truth first.

Odalia snorted. “No. We’ll keep selling to them. We’ll just covertly sabotage the goods we grant them, and use our dealings to pump them for information. Once we’ve gained everything we can, we use the resources we’ve acquired in our dealings to crush them.” Her eyes sharpened. “They endangered our children. Our FAMILY. They will not be allowed to survive for this offense.” Alador gravely nodded. Oroboros had made a crucial mistake already. They’d tried to challenge the Blight family, and harm their children. There would be a reckoning for this sin, of that neither Blight had any doubts.

Raine Whispers was conflicted. On the one hand, they now knew who had cursed Eda, and their heart went out to their old flame about what she must be going through. On the other, more clinically minded hand, the revelation that Humans could wield magic was in itself a massive blow to Belos’ authority, particularly in regards to his edicts on magic and the Titan. It was certainly something to explore for the future. For the moment, they had to get to their meeting. If all went well, they would finally, finally have prospective members willing to step out of the shadows with them. To be honest, that Katya girl had seemed almost too eager to join up, but they would at least give her a chance to step back and explain before making… hasty judgments.

Eda slammed the bottle of Appleblood back, her tears pouring down as fast as the heavy beverage went down her throat. It still hurt. Luz cuddled up to her, lending a comforting presence, King sitting on her lap. Words could wait. The three of them had enough pain to work through. Eda allowed a small smile to cross her features. At least they had each other to share the burden.

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violetnotez · 4 years

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Class 1-A During Quarantine

This is just pure crack because I’m really hating social distancing rn

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Alrightie so just imagine UA getting shut down and all of Class 1-A has to tolerate each other 24/7 non stop because their stuck together in the dorms

Idk if this would really happen or they would just be sent home but JUST IMAGINE KAY

All hell breaks loose at the news-

Some (Mina, Uraraka, Kirishima) are trying to optimistic about the whole thing (“At least we won’t be getting sick!” “It’ll be fun to hang out more and get to know each other better!”)

Some take it a little harder

Bakugo is flipping is SHIT because there is no way he is going to be around all these extras for who knows how long

There are two types of freak outs at the news that school is going to be having a slight break for a while-

All of Dekusquad is practically sobbing- no school?!? Will we get set back?!? What about hero training!!?

Immediately starts planning study and training sessions

All of Bakusquad is FLIPPING THEIR SHIT-NO SCHOOL HECK YEAH

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina are just pumping their fists in their air and screaming “YEAH!”

But they get SOOOOOO depressed when Aizawa says they’d have to do video lessons and that school would still be in session-at some point

Shoto really thinks this is all a hoax and has crazy conspiracy theories concocted about the whole thing

Will tell everyone and anyone who will listen

He will sit in his room surrounded by papers and his laptop on full brightness in the dark as he tracks the stats and pieces his theory together

Tsuyu and Uraraka takes this SOOO seriously

Sweet babies don’t wanna get sick!

Washes their hands, socially distances themselves

If you run out of any type of essentials-soap,tissues, etc-they got you covered tho they are more than happy to share

Iida takes it WAY TOO GODDAMN SERIOSULY

You would think he’s preparing for World War 3

He tries to ration out crap that really doesn’t need to be

What a shocker when you go to the bathroom and see that each individual square of toilet paper is stacked up near the toilet and not on the roll

The adjacent “Take only a few!” Sign makes you roll your eyes big time

Pretty much everyone in Class 1-A ignores Iidas annoying preaching about “social disntancing” and “washing your hands” and look to Momo for help

She is very educated about the whole thing and researches her crap all the time, giving everyone accurate tips and statistics about the disease

Kinda of the mama bear through all of it-also completely open to sharing, or if your feeling kinda anxious about the situation she is happy to sit and talk with you to ease your mind

Kirishima as well-he is a big softie and would do anything for his friends! If your feeling scared, this rock boy has got you!!! He’ll try his best to make you feel better

Kaminari and Sero are the biggest crackheads-they don’t see this as a pandemic but as an excuse to turn into hermits and play videogames all day

Their sleep schedules are JACKED

You once found Kamianri eating “dinner” at 5 o’clock in the morning

Honestly scared for those two-itll be past midnight and their rooms will be completely dark except for the lights of the TV screen coming from cracks under their doors and loud gun noises

Sato makes BOMB food though- all of the Class is eating nice and proper because of him

Also takes extra special measures to make sure he doesn’t spread any germs, so it’s honestly safer than regular food

Jiro is jamming to music the whole time-she is not saying hi to anyone, if you wanna say hi to her that’s chill, but she’s is not coming out of her room

Toru swears on her FUCKING LIFE she is going to die-but honestly nobody can see her and accidentally touch her so she’s okay, but she overrracts BIG TIME

Everyone knows where she is at because there is always a floating can of Lysol

Oh my god keep your doors locked because Mineta is going to use this time to try out every nasty perverted trick in the book

He’s lonely and horny what do u expect

Will sneak into rooms, try and set up cameras-really wierd stuff

Even Kaminari told him to chill out because his plans were getting kinda nasty

Bakugo-ohhh this BOI IS FUMING

Will wanna kick Corona in the face

He is SICK of everyone talking about it

His freak outs are hilarious- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES NO TOILET PAPER?!? WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE WANTING TOILET PAPER?!? IF U RUN OUT JUST USE GODDAMN PAPER TOWELS!!!!”

Bakugo calm your tits

Izuku is the smartest one about it-uses his time to study, prepare for future exams, and keep his body in tip top shape

Calls his Mom like every other day along with Shoto and Kirishima

The ones getting calls from their families is Bakugo and Kaminari

Everyone knows Bakugo is on the phone with his mother is when he starts screaming “Old hag!” And yelling a lot more

Kaminari gets kinda embarrassed because his family always wants to FaceTime and everytime a girl enters the screen they flip their shit and start asking really loudly if their dating

Pray for Aizawa tho

His nerves are gonna be wrecked because he’s gonna be so worried about the class

He knows exactly which kids are gonna freak out about it so he makes sure to always drop by and tell the class that if they needed to talk he was more than willing to listen

Oh but the moment Skyping lessons becomes a thing-he is going to literally wanna rip his hair out the chaotic mess that is his class is going to destroy his patience

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Hope this made some of you guys feel a little better and pls-STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY!!! ☺️

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS CLOSED)

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writingmorsels · 3 years

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Prompt: Missing

You suddenly disappeared on the journey between your workplace and your home.

Alex, your current fiancé, is informed about this and wants to be involved with the search. Sullins gets him off the case almost immediately when foul play is presumed, considering Mahone one of the first suspects because of his (lately rocky) relationship with you.

Eaten by the thought of you dead, Mahone launches himself in a private investigation to try and find you.

Based off the song “Where’s My Love” by SYML

It had been Lang, that saint woman, who told Alex the news: you were gone and no-one knew where.

After leaving the administration building next to Alex’s office, you didn’t come home. People noticed only because you didn’t show up at work the next day and the interviewed doorkeeper of your apartment building confirmed never seeing you that night.

It had been also Lang, who kept him in the loop. The first days of your disappearance Alex had been shaking with adrenaline, sifting every video, every photo, every interrogation transcript Felicia gave him after Sullins took him off the case.

“I know that look,” Felicia spoke softly as her hands went to grab his ones. “You were out of State, it’s not your fault.”

Was it not?

The both of you didn’t stop fighting about anything, in the last days before her disappearing. Sullins thought it was obvious proof of Mahone’s culpability and Alex couldn’t but agree with his superior, just on a different note.

It was his fault.

He pushed you, pushed against your love and your presence because it was too good, too warm. You were too good for him and he broke you.

How many times he snapped at you? How many times has he let his work take priority over you?

Did he see the signals and didn’t care?

Or was he so blind he didn’t even notice?

Did you just… run away from him? Or were you in danger?

“How many hours, now?” Alex asked, his voice a whispery, ragged strand of what originally was.

Lang sighed, seeing his friend with his head hung forward and shoulders slouched down. He didn’t even try to hide the lack of sleep and food, at that point. “Alex…” “how many hours...days…?” his voice didn’t stop breaking from time to time, hardly keeping emotions where they had to stay.

Felicia remained silent, thinking about the last time she saw you, waving as you came out of your small little office. “Five days, more or less.” she confessed. “We searched along the road she usually takes, but nothing came up.”

Alex didn’t move, but his brain churned. “Have you checked-” “Looked at the CCTVs, in the park near her home, around the neighborhood...we even asked for security footage from civilians. I went out there myself and found nothing,” Lang exhaled, shifting on her side of the sofa, uncomfortable.

“Search dogs?”

“It had been raining since she disappeared. They can’t find a lead.”

“Interviewed coworkers? Someone that fancied her? Hated her? Or me?”

“He asked everybody, twice. Nothing came up beside office gossip. Listen, Alex, I know you know your stuff, but we know too. God’s know how much I want to find her, but you need to listen to me.”

Mahone went silent again, for a few seconds.

“Have you… looked where I told you to-” “...Alex,” Felicia's voice grew stern. “We looked. Every. Where… You need to start thinking that...maybe... she might be-” “DON’T-...Don’t say it. Please Felicia...just...let me...” and with that Lang couldn’t speak more.

Her chest tightened as she saw Alex curl up, hands gripping his own hair and tremble in what little tears he still had left.

With a small, weak “I’ll see myself out” she walked out of Alex’s living room, leaving the man to be with his sorrows with just a soft pat on his shoulder.

They didn’t search enough, Alex thought as he jumped up from the sofa, starting to pace around. He looked at your face peppering the place with various photos, smiling memories he still could feel, trapped underneath the surface of that agony.

They didn’t search well enough…! She had to be somewhere! If only Richard would listen to him!

She could die!

She could…

She is…

Anger came over him in a wave and Alex let out a pained roar, as he kicked over the coffee table, sending all its nicknacks flying.

A glass vase shattered, papers and flyers and documents flew around, the small piece of furniture rolled to the other side of the room.

You weren’t dead… you were just out of reach of anybody else.

That was it.

Fuck Sullin’s suspects, fuck everybody’s incompetence.

You were somewhere out there and if Alex found killers, rapists and even former military, he would find the love of his life.

He exited his house like a hurricane, not even grabbing his heavy coat to fight the cold of mid-autumn.

He had to check that place again. Even if his colleagues assured him the place was empty when they looked, Mahone had a feeling.

Because if you weren’t there...then you really just up and left him without a trace.

Five Day Earlier:

“What?!” you snapped, pressing your phone against your ear. You barely heard Alex through it, the sound of chatter and keyboards muffling his voice. “But we had plans...you know we had plans!” you whined, making some coworkers turn their heads.

You huffed, storming out of the office and on the emergency stairs, just so you could chew him a new one in peace.

“We found a new lead for the Ragman case-” “Like I care! You’re not the whole fucking Bureau, Alex! Let someone else handle it!” you barked, your free hand grabbing the railing.

It was that or it was crossing the street, up to his office and smacking him to kingdom come.

He sounded angry just like you, his voice cold and strained. “I can’t just step down! I’ve been following this case for weeks, you know it!” “I know that I’m planning this fucking dinner since EASTER, Alex! It’s not even the real Thanksgiving because you ALREADY HAVE that day filled, but no! No, you HAVE to be on the other side of the fucking Nation even tho you assured meー no, SWORE me you WOULD BE FREE!” you found yourself basically screaming into the phone.

It was like a dam exploded and now days and months of pushing down emotions kept pouring out.

It wasn’t only for a missed dinner, it was for the rest. The feeling of being less than his job, being unimportant. Not being enough for him.

Those thoughts gnawed at you for quite some time and now they came back in full force. “You know what?? Fine! Go be a superhero! Go hunt your next bone, good doggy! While you’re there, marry your fucking job too!”.

With that you slammed the phone shut without even listening to his voice anymore.

One after another, his promises kept missing...and you were at your wit’s ends. There was some talking to do, for sure, but before that you absolutely had to cool down or you would totally wreck what was left between you two.

So, after finishing your boring day at work you went out and, instead of going back to your shared home, you got on a bus and straight to your favourite place.

The park was nice even when the summer was just a memory, a thick fog rising from the browny waters of the lagoon.

You walked down a wooden path, feeling the wet earth beneath it shift slightly, and you breathed a long, long sigh; you didn’t need to be so mean, but you were so tired. Tired of battling for every inch of attention. Tired of tiptoeing around Mahone’s always full agenda.

You didn’t mind his line of work, being a federal was a very dangerous and busy occupation, but Alex seemed to always do more of what was expected of him. No one ordered him to travel and manually grab the killer of choice to bring back. No one ordered him to stay afterhours for days on end, leaving you to wait up until midnight with an empty plate in the kitchen.

He was the one going the extra mile for his job...but lately, you wanted him to take some, not all! But some of that mileage and invest it in his relationship with you.

Especially now that he proposed.

You chuckled a sob, remembering the day.

Was it just so you wouldn’t run away? Did he really love you?

Or did he love the cooking, the cleaning, the company?

You stopped in the middle of the wooden road and looked left, seeing a faint path in the tall grass.

That small, invisible trail led you to the best place of the park, where you played cop and thief with your friends.

It was a small, round clearing among the trees, with one L-shaped stone covered in moss you called ‘The Couch’.

You hopped on The Couch and groaned your anger away, laying down on the soft greenery.

You didn’t know what to do anymore...

Mahone stopped his car inches away from the main gate of the park, leaving the engine on as he got off.

He grabbed a torch from the glove box and ran inside, moving the light around like a blade cutting the darkness. His eyes swallowed every little detail as he walked, combing with his gaze through the trees, the grass, the waters.

Frantically he moved along the main path, flashing the wooden boards now dark and soaking wet.

The recent rain erased any single footprint that would have existed, but Mahone knew your favourite place.

You showed him once, making him find a basket full of good food, a blanket and some wine. “Twenty steps from the crooked tree… thirtyfive to the left,” he mumbled to himself, finding the faint trail almost immediately.

He walked like a pirate in search of a treasure, careful to never stray from the path.

“Y/n! Y/n honey!” he shouted.

Alex had this foolish thought, this little movie in his head that, once he overcame the underbrush and pierced the thick veil of trees, he would find you.

Maybe angry, maybe scared, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to hug you tight, to never let go.

As he walked up into the clearing, his already broken heart shattered.

Everything was as he remembered: the long, thin trunks of the ashes, the big green rock, the blades of grass.

Even the smell was the same, humid and woody.

But you weren’t there.

You weren’t sitting on that strange rock or maybe laying in the grass. Not you or your body or any kind of hint you were ever there.

Alex’s hand trembled, the light of the torch vibrating. “No...no no no…” he sobbed. “Y/N! HONEY!” he started to shout, “Y/N PLEASE! Y/N!” his eyes darted left and right as the realization started to really hit him. “Y/N I’M SORRY! PLEASE! DON’T...Don’t...p-please come back...” his voice crumbled as did his body, overexerted by the long days without respite.

The flashlight flew from his fingers in a fit of desperate rage and Mahone wept alone in the woods, almost wheezing in the constricting pain holding his heart.

Tears streamed down his face as his palms pressed against his temples, nails digging into his scalp.

It was his fault, all his fault...if he just said no to Sullins, if he sent Wheeler instead...if he listened to Felicia…

You would be home with him.

Eating a warm, good dinner together and then crashing into bed, holding each other until morning.

Now you were gone and his heart was, too.

c l a c k c l a c k c l a c k s p l a s h

Amongst the sobbing and the sounds of the night, Alex’s ears picked up on something. A sound that seemed to come almost from underneath him, faint and muffled.

Then, raising his head, Mahone noticed he was in complete darkness. His torch was nowhere to be found.

No, there was something: a few strands of grass seemed to shine, but the light was too feeble to be his flashlight...or was it?

He moved slowly, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment...and then his eyes shot open wide, for what he saw there, at the foot of the big green rock.

You lingered in that place for at least a couple of hours, watching the sky turning from grey to black as the night progressed. Your phone pinged a couple of times with messages from Alex, asking you to answer his calls, to stop being childish, to please reply. The last one was a defeated ‘we’ll talk when I’ll be back. Write when you’re home. Love you’ that made you melt a litte. You sighed, closing the phone with a little clack and laying it on your forehead, thinking. Now that you were calmer and level-headed, what had happened seemed a little excessive. Sure you’ll speak to Alex about your insecurities, about how you felt being always brushed aside, but at the same time you had to make peace with the fact that you still loved him, so very much. He had that job before you came into his life, it was one of the things that made you fall in love with him: his stubbornness, his logic, his courage. It was a new point in your life and it just needed adjusting, that’s all… “ehh...fuck me…” you whisper with a strange, sweet tone in it, as you took your phone and started to slowly type ‘Going home. Love you too’ to him. As you hit send, the phone froze for a second before giving you a small error message. “No signal? Where am I, Narnia?” you grumbled as you jumped off The Couch, lifting your cellphone at arm-high in search of signals. You stumbled around in the clearing, eyes transfixed on the little screen above your head. “C’mon, now that I wasn’t that angry anymo-” your voice yelped as your heel sank into rotten wood. Something behind you, on the ground, gave away and your entire weight dragged you down, down deep into the earth. You dropped like a stone, your fingers trying to grab the wet, rough walls as you plummeted down. Then a splash, cold water enveloping you with its sharp claws, but it didn't stop gravity enough for your bones not to break. You heard a snap and suddenly a jolt of electrifying pain shot all along your right leg. You cried in agony, scraping your nails against the rocks like running away from the hurt. After a few minutes of intense panic, your eyes started to watch around, to assess your position after the fall. You recognized it, between tears. It was a well. An old well hidden from everyone's eyes but nature, still filled with a couple of feet of freezing water. “Oh no...oh--ffffuck…!” you wailed as you tried to stand up, letting out another cry as you immediately fell down again, your own body too shocked to manage to stand up. The sandy bottom felt grimy underneath your hands, your phone dead in the water where it fell right after you. “HELP! SOMEBODY!” You passed all night screaming for help, watching the mouth of the well light up with the cloudy sky of the morning after. If you squinted enough, its form could be mistaken for a full moon in the middle of a dark sky. Unable to stand on your remaining leg for more than a few seconds, you leaned against the stone walls around you, trying to stay as far as possible from the water. It was too cold to sit in it without freezing to death and you surely didn’t want to die. You screamed and screamed until your throat felt raw and your voice cracked. Your thirst found solace with the same water threatening your life and you drank it with small sips, feeling its coolness fight your body temperature as you gulped it down. Another night came and went. The light grey sky became black again. It rained, water trickling down the walls and slowly pooling at the base of the well, around her legs. You drank your hunger away, using the rain to quench your thirst now that your small reserve of water got, alas, corrupted by your bodily function. Your voice carried less far away, tired but still trying. Third day and leaning against the wall with just one leg had been unbearable. Your knee buckled from time to time, sending you into the water now one feet higher. You convened with your body that sitting down, even if in freezing water, could be done for a couple of minutes at the time. You tried to scream for help again, but your voice croaked pitifully

and never reached the edge of the well, hidden among the grass. Surely someone noticed your disappearance. Surely there was police involved already...it had to be. You secretly hoped he noticed, too. Would he care, after what you screamed at him? You could not feel your leg anymore and looking at its bent shape made you nauseous. Or was it the hunger? "Please….! Someone…" Fourth day. You could not stand anymore. Water reached your chest now and the only moments of warmth is when your bladder empties itself. Rain stopped flowing down that night and you waved goodbye at your only source of clean water. He wasn't there. No one was. Death was. Fifth. Cold. Light. Alex…?

Mahone carefully palmed the edges of the well, double the size of a manhole.

He looked down, the light of his torch now reverberating along stone walls, impressing on them the dance of water. And his heart sank down the same moment he saw you.

You were sitting down with water lapping at your collarbones, your skin so pale you looked like a ghost.

His voice hiccuped a second, before coming out in full force. “Y/N!” he cried, but you didn’t move.

Only a slit of your beautiful, beautiful eyes was open. So were your lips, turned a dangerous shade of blue.

Quickly, Alex grabbed his phone and dialed Lang’s number, knowing full well she would still be in the office. She was leading the search, despite her pessimistic view about it.

The woman replied almost immediately, her voice tense. “Yes?” “I found her!” he hissed, panicked. “Send me the firefighter, now! And paramedics! Please she’s unresponsive I can’t reach-” “Alex, breathe! I’ll send you a backup, but you need to calm down! Where are you?”.

Mahone breathed in, tensing his jaw, before moving his head to search for something to try and pull you out. “She fell into an abandoned well,” his voice was colder, professional. “There’s no time, just track my phone. I’m going down…!” “Alex wait-!”

With that, Mahone closed the call and safely left his phone a couple of feet away from the mouth of the well.

Without a second thought, the man slid one leg into the hole, then the other, slowly lowering himself inside with his feet searching for pursuit on the smooth stones. His fingers found cracks in between the rocks and slowly started his descent. Alex slipped a couple of times, holding on just enough for his shoes to find a ledge again.

The journey you made in a few seconds five days prior, took Alex at least one solid minute of intense climbing. When only a couple of feet separated the both of you, Mahone let go of the wall and fell down into the freezing water, feeling it gnaw at his legs. “Y/n…! Oh God honey...please answer me…!” he panted as he reached you, kneeling down into the stagnant water. His hot hands cupped your frozen face, thumb caressing your cold lips and your damp cheekbones.

For a moment there was nothing. No movements, no reactions but only the sloshing of water around your bodies.

Slowly, then, you came up from the dark, fuzzy place where you were drowning, your eyelashes trembled, stuck, unable to open.

Resuscitated by his warm touch, his presence. “A...lex…” your voice was barely a raspy whisper, but that was enough for Mahone.

He exhaled a deep breath, a smile cracking his tense expression as he lowered his head to kiss your damp forehead. “I’m here love… I’m here.”

For a moment you thought about wrapping your arms around him, searching for more of that scalding sensation against the skin. As you tried, a new explosion of pure agony rebounded in your body.

You couldn't move, almost frozen solid in that curled position. Your stone-cold body started to shake visibly, like a broken machine trying to power on. “h-h-he...reー” you whined under your breath, one hand fighting against the cramping muscles to reach his shirt.

You gripped on him with all the strength you had left, eyes rolling behind the eyelids from time to time.

Mahone immediately wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in his body warmth. “Yes Y/n I’m here. I’ll take you out darling...I’m here, I’m not leaving…” he whispered hurriedly in your ear, a big lump forming in his throat.

You yelped softly when he touched your broken leg, your only functioning hand pulling at his clothes in pain and Mahone furrowed his brows, watching down in the muddy water.

He saw your injury but didn’t say anything about it, only shifting his body to be able to hold you without causing any pain.

Cuddled into his arm, you let yourself mold into him, your heavy head resting on his shoulder and face searching the hot angle of his throat. “I’ll not let you die…” he sweetly spoke onto your wet hair. “You will not...leave me like this.”

You sighed against his skin, your trembling starting to subdue. Oh you were so tired, the weight of entire oceans on you… but you could not stand losing his voice into the fog. “h--urts-…” you let out a soft noise, desperate and scared.

Your eyes finally managed to unglue, lashes thawed and gaze glassy, but you watched his face, crossed by the undulating lights the torch created from the bottom of the water. If you died there, at least you managed to see the summer skies in his eyes one last time. “I let you down so many times darling…” Alex hushed, his voice low and closed in his throat. His hand never stopped caressing your face, brushing away locks of hair and heating up your skin with his palm. “But I’ll get you out of here...this is a promise I’m going to keep...you just...you just have to keep holding on.”

You wanted to speak, to reply to his sweet, sweet words. Transform your groan into words of love and pureness, but your hand felt heavier than ever before and your aching fingers lost grip on his shirt.

It had been difficult to even remain conscient at that moment, focusing on the beating of his heart in his throat. Focusing on your body now split in two: freezing death on one side, burning pain on the other.

“Stay awake Y/n, don’t sleep…! C’mon honey you have to stay with me now. Please..!” you heard Alex as if he spoke to you from the other side of a glass, the voice you always loved now muffled.

As your mind started to drift off again, a thought came into your mind.

You never managed to reply to his message.

You never said that to him. “ ーove... you…” your tired, hoarse voice managed to claw out of your mouth before passing out again.

Red and blue lights pierced through the trees and seconds after a group of men in uniform came rustling into the clearing.

Guiding them was Felicia Lang, her phone in her hand trying to reach out for Mahone without success. “Where are you, you dumbー !” her mumbling stopped as her eyes saw light coming through the earth, then a little mmmmhz-mmmmhz of Mahone’s vibrating cell phone.

“HERE! HERE!” she shouted, waving her arm. Both police and firemen crowded around the well for a moment, assessing the situation.

There was a man on the bottom of the well, standing in water up to his knees. He was holding a woman in his arms, trying to keep her as close to him as possible. “WE’RE COMING DOWN! STAND BACK!” one of the policemen yelled, as one of the firemen wore a harness.

Alex made one step back, watching intently at the man being lowered into the well by his colleagues. “C’mon…! C’mon!” he hissed under his breath, his body trembling with adrenaline while time slowed down to a crawl.

As soon as the fireman reached them, Alex neared him. “She’s hypothermic, unresponsive...I can’t find a pulse but I see her breathing…!” he spoke quickly, agitated and the fireman nodded. “Paramedics are on the surface, sir, don’t worry.”

You didn’t even make a sound as your frozen body passed from Alex’s determined hold to the arms of the unknown man.

Slowly, you were brought up and out of the moist hell you fell five days prior, and while the fireman carried you towards the on-coming stretcher, Alex was given a rope to use as a way to climb up right behind rescue.

He didn’t even feel the pain in his arms as training and fear both pushed him to move quickly, grasping at the edge of the well with one hand and the other being grasped by Lang. “She’s there, go…!” she whispered to him as soon as he came out.

Mahone neared the stretcher the same time the paramedics put it down for you to be laid on and start first aid.

They couldn’t find a pulse for a good thirty seconds, before one of them confirmed that yes, heart beats were present but slow.

“Shallow breathing. Have you temp?”

“25 degrees. She’s gonna collapse, wrap her!”

“On three. One, two, three-up!”

“Gently!”.

Alex walked near the stretcher, watching you being wrapped up in insulation blankets and with one of the paramedics pumping air into your lungs through a mask.

He never left your side, as the little procession sped through the park, towards the exit and into the back of an ambulance.

On the ride to the hospital, Alex never left your hand.

Your fingers never left his, too.

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