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ravens-rambling · 5 years

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A/N: Ahhh this is really really late and I’ve had this written forever and a day now but once again haven’t gotten around to editing it so yyyeeeaaahhhhh….sorry XD Also I wanna do more of kid Virgil and maybe Roman trying to fix his past mistakes with V??? So if you guys want that let me know!!

Part one: https://ravens-rambling.tumblr.com/post/181799921613/sleepy

WC: 4,033

ships: Platonic Moxiety

warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Panic Attack, Implied Child Abuse, mentions of Deceit, Deaged Character, Mentions of violence, Crying, Abusive Deceit

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The young boys’ purple eyes slowly blinked open as he woke up. The first thing he noticed was that he was holding something. He blinked down to see a purple cat stuffed animal against his chest, it was almost the size of his entire torso if you count the tail. Then he blinked at it more confusion clear across his young face.

To his knowledge, he doesn’t remember having one of these in his room. The only stuffed animal being that black cat face that he snuggles up to when he’s nervous. But not this??

Then he heard movement behind him and he sucked in his breath. The yellow man got him, didn’t he? He’s going to get hurt he’s going to die, he’s going to-

“Virge? You up sweetie?”

Wait… That didn’t sound like him…

Memories of what happened last night came rushing to him. The hug. The nice blue man what’s his name… Morality right? And falling asleep in his arms…

That made the child blush in embarrassment. And maybe anger of himself. He shouldn’t have done that. Now he properly owns him a favor for taking that comfort from him. Or now he’s trapped here. Will he let him leave? No, that’ll be impossible why would he just let him walk out of this without any bleeding or bruising? He’s only kidding himself.

“I can see your eyes moving kiddo. It’s okay. I’m here. I promised I won’t leave right?”

Virgil’s body tensed up and he closed his eyes. Stupid stupid stupid.

“Come here, my sweetie pie I’ve got you.”

He heard more movement from behind him and tensed up even more. His body hugged the pillow tighter as he curled up into a ball expecting a blow. When he didn’t get any pain for a bit he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see…the man had his arms open and had a wobbly smile.

Wait… This is what he did last night right? He is asking for a hug…right?

That actually sounds great right now…

But should he? He might have to do another favor and he properly has a million stacked up by now…

But his heart ached for this so-called ‘hug’ he wanted that warmth back. He wanted that comfort back.

So with a very shaky breath and limbs, he slowly inched his way forward keeping a very close eye to the man’s arms and eyes in case he suddenly attacks him. When his face got up against the other’s shirt, feeling the calm cool fabric of the other’s onesie against his cheek, he smiled faintly. This does feel nice…

His body jerked in surprise when he felt the other arms wrap around him. He’s trapped now. He’s going to get hurt. His breath started picking up as he tried to get out. His lips parted open as whines came up from his throat.

“Shshs it’s okay it’s okay. There no arms see? I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. There you go keep breathing it’s all going to be okay.”

The arms left his frame and his breath shuttered in relief. His body slumped up against the others and he smiled lightly as he calmed down. This really did feel nice though the back of his mind screamed at him to run and get away from him as fast as he could.

“Would you like me to rub your back, kiddo?”

Rub? Rub his back? What will that do? That didn’t sound painful… He couldn’t say no though right? Well, he’s been okay so far…

Slowly he nodded though he sucked in a breath and clenched his hands on his shirt as if expecting something to happen. When the hand landed on his back he started shaking slightly.

That was until the hand applied slight pressure on his back, it started going in faint circles. And it made him feel…safe? Happy? Comforted? He’s not sure what the word is, to be honest.

All he knew was that it felt divine. His body leaned into the touch and he even found himself purring slightly as he cuddled harder into the chest.

“There you go, Virge. I’ll protect you I promise.” He felt…something lightly graces his forehead. It was soft and…cold? His eyes blinked open and he looked up to the other to see him smiling down at him. He looked happy, delighted even, though there were tears in his eyes?

Why was the man crying?

He’s never seen anybody else cry before… He didn’t know what to do…When he cries around others it normally ends in pain why would somebody dare cry in front of him?

“W-Why…crying?”

The man blinked as if in shock then chuckled, “Why, kiddo, I’m just glad you trust me enough to hold you is all. You are such adorable kiddo has anyone ever told you that?”

Adorable?…. Wha??

He shook his head.

The man leaned forward and pressed his lips against his nose then pulled back, “Well I’m going to keep telling you that then! You are the cutest thing ever sweetie pie!”

Virgil blinked than looked down at his nose. What did he just do to him? It wasn’t painful that he was certain he felt a certain…happiness in his chest at that touch? He looked up to the other in confusion.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never been kissed before?”

“K-Kissed…? What’s… What’s that?”

The tears came back in the man’s eyes and even a few dropped down his cheeks.

“Oh… O-Oh… Virge…”

Before he knew what was happening the man leaned forward again but his head stayed this time in his hair and he sounded like he was crying again.

“I-I’m so sorry… I- We should have been there… You must…have been so scared all those years… W-We only made it worse… I’m so so sorry…”

Virgil could only freeze as the man cried into his hair. Was there something wrong with him? He wasn’t in pain not that Virgil could see anyways. What was he talking about?

After a few minutes of him crying and mumbling some sentences, he finally drew away his eyes now blotchy and bright red with some tears still coming down his cheeks. But he smiled yet again, does he ever stop smiling?

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have cried on you like that.” He took a deep breath and whipped his eyes, “How about we get breakfast? How does that sound? Is my little guy hungry?”

He couldn’t read this guy at all one second he was crying the next he was smiling? You don’t smile through pain, right? But he didn’t seem in pain at all…?

Virgil’s brain hurt trying to solve this man out so instead, he shrugged. Sure he was hungry but that resulted in another favor right? Though his stomach had other plans as in that moment it grumbled loudly so loudly he was fairly certain it echoed off the walls. His cheeks flushed as he hid his gaze away from the man he hoped he won’t get in trouble for lying now…

Instead, the man laughed loudly his entire body vibrating with the laughs, “Okay kiddo! I can make my special chocolate chip pancakes how does that sound?”

Virgil smiled back and nodded faintly. Yeah, that sounds good…

“But first do you want to change? It must be hard walking around with your big hoodie. I can dig around to find something smaller if you like?”

He gulped he rather not separate from this hoodie. It wasn’t the same that he wore before, honestly, he has no idea where he got it from, but it was comfy. He felt protected in it. He felt safe…Safer than his old black hoodie that’s for sure.

But he knew he was right, there is no way he can walk around like this. Even the shirt under it was too big… Maybe he can keep the hoodie though? Would he let him do that?

Hesitantly he looked back up and gulped again once he saw their gazes met trying not to blink or tear it away.

“C-Can… Can… I um…” He paused uncertainty and slight fear coursed through him but the man only smiled, “Can I…keep the hoodie…?”

“Of course you can sweetie! I know that’s your special hoodie I won’t let you take it off if you don’t want to. Now I’ll go see what I can find.”

Slowly the man got off the bed taking the blankets off of him and moving his hands so Virgil can keep track of them at all times as if he’s done this before…

Then he went to his closet and the second he opened it a wave of clothes and what looked like young kids toys fell through and practically engulfed the man in it. Virgil shot up out of bed thinking he got hurt but he got up a second later and was giggling. “Whoops! I shouldn’t have so much stuff in there now huh kiddo? It’s going to be a whale of a time picking this up!”

With relief, he laid back down clutching the plush tight to his chest, though he smiled faintly and even chuckled under his breath from the pun. The man beamed at him and then started digging around.

Virgil’s eyes opened in awe though as the man stepped in the closet and all but practically disappeared! The closet didn’t look that big right? Where did he go??

When he got out of bed still clutching the cat to his chest he breathed. Then breathed out in relief when he saw the man’s grey onesie stick out of the side. So it just looked smaller but was bigger on the inside.

Morality seemed to notice that he was out of bed though once he came back with a thick bright purple long sleeve and had stitched purple cat on the front, “Now this might be big on you but I think you’ll like it.” He froze, “What ya doing out of bed kiddo? Something wrong?”

Virgil shrugged, “Couldn’t see you…”

“Aw don’t worry! I’m fine. Now the bathroom is right there. I’ll find you some jeans while you change to that shirt how does that sound?”

He nodded and grabbed the shirt he was offering him.

While he changed he had a smile on his face. Well, he hasn’t got hurt yet maybe he can trust this person? He seems nice enough… Though he knew he shouldn’t grow too attached after all this could be one of the yellow man’s tricks. Though again this is a super long and elaborate one but he won’t put it against him.

He heard a knock on the door and hummed in question, “I have your pants kiddo! I found one that I know you’ll love!”

He slowly opened the door but just a bit and poked his head out. Okay yeah, he did like those pants. They were darker purple than the huge shirt but they had holes along the knees.

The man smiled at his reaction, “I thought so! They were from when Thomas was a kid! Poor things have been through a lot but I knew you would love them! Here ya go!”

He set the pants in his arms and he slowly closed the door again smiling faintly as a silent ‘thank you’. It didn’t take long before he walked out of the bathroom his old clothes stacked high on his arms.

“Aawww!!!! Kiddo!!!!! You look so ccuuttteeee!!!! My little purple angel!!!” He blushed deeply at the comment smiling as he gave the man his clothes. Morality though had his hands up to his chin as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. Okay… Now he felt slightly uncomfortable…

He looked to the ground his hair blocking his eyes and he rubbed his arm. Now he felt…pitied? Little? He didn’t know the correct term but he didn’t feel good that’s all he knew. And the man picked up on it. He felt the clothes leave his arms and he was about to walk to the door before the man spoke up, “Kiddo what’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t like that….”

“Like what? Are you okay?” He felt him move forward but he didn’t dare look up. He closed his eyes, “Your…pity? Your…whatever that was…” He waved his hand a bit that was gripped on to his arm.

“The compliment? Or the nickname?”

Virgil gulped, “N-Nick… Nickname…”

“Oh, that’s fine sweetie. Whatever makes you comfortable okay? Is sweetie-pie okay?”

“Uhhhh… I don’t know…”

“That’s fine kiddo. That’s perfectly fine. Can you look at me.”

He didn’t sound upset so he looked up at him, Morality moved some of his purple bangs that got into his eyes when he did see him he could tell he meant it. He wasn’t lying to him or angry.

“Tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable okay? I wanna make sure you feel comfortable here. Since this is your family.”

“F-Family? I-I don’t…”

“That’s okay that you don’t know. But I want to show you what it means. Do you trust me?”

He lay out a hand in front of Virgil and his purple eyes looked at it then up to Morality. Sure he was still fearful. Sure he knew he shouldn’t trust him. Sure he knew that he could turn around and hurt him. But despite everything he found himself nodding and grabbing that hand.

“I love you kiddo.” Morality smiled.

“Uuhh… L-Love? Love is…?”

“When you feel an intense feeling of affection for that person. It could mean family love or platonic love, when you have a deep desire you protect that person and when that person makes you feel safe. Or romantic love when you want to love that person forever.”

“Oh… Oh… Then uh…” Did he like this person that way? He did make him feel safe…

“You don’t have to say it back kiddo I just want you to know I love you. Do you want to go eat now?”

He nodded then opened his mouth but closed it quickly, no he’s being too needy… He won’t…

“What do you want kiddo?”

He made grabby hands to him his eyes silently pleading, he wanted to be picked up. The man smiled and opened his arms, “Of course you can!”

He wrapped his arms around him than yet again went, “One, two, three! There we go!” Virgil giggled slightly as he was bounced on his hip, one hand gripping hard into his shirt while the other still holding on to the cat plushie. He didn’t want to let go of either.

“Okay! Let’s get this train rolling!”

Virgil giggled even more as he made more jokes and puns as they went through the hallway and downstairs. The entire way he had a smile on his face. That was until he saw who was waiting for them downstairs. At first, he saw…. L… Logic? He looked…different than before… His tie was a different color and he had something on his shirt?

But he didn’t seem to notice them at first being too consumed with his book in his hands though he did look up once they made it halfway to the kitchen.

“Morning, Pat. Virgil. How are you-”

He paused in his tracks as he finally looked up and caught sight of Virgil the boy wiggled in the others arms whimpering slightly. Logic wasn’t mean to him per se but he faintly remembers that they did bicker sometimes… And it wasn’t pretty.

Wait Logic didn’t like him did he? Would he throw him back to the yellow man? Would this 'Pat’ allow that? Even Logic knew his name now and that terrified him.

“Oh yeah, Logan! Virgil regressed last night I guess? I found him last night and he slept in my room. Do you know why?”

Logan….? Why is his name different?

'Logan’ looked bewildered for a moment then cleared his throat and messed with his glasses a moment, “Well when we regress that means our purpose is being suppressed or of not as much use. Or at least that’s how it is for us I’m not sure what it could mean for anxiety. I’ll go talk to Thomas and see if he has any ideas.”

“Alright! Be back in a few I’m making breakfast!”

“No need I had leftovers.”

“Oh okay, that’s fine. See you in a bit then!”

Logan’s dark blue eyes glanced at Pat then back at Virgil which caused him to squirm in place some more. His intense gaze felt like he was searching his very soul for…something. And Virgil was afraid of what it could be.

Finally, he stood up and sank down without a word.

Patton looked down to Virgil with a smile, “See kiddo, he’s going to help you get big again! Cause he loves you and wants to make sure you’re alright.”

“I-It…didn’t look like…love…”

Patton chuckled a bit, “It might not look it but trust me Logan does love you. He has a hard time expressing his emotions is all. He’s getting better at it though. So! Let’s start breakfast shall we!”

Then they started heading towards the kitchen. Pat sat Virgil down on the counter while he brought out all the ingredients and laid it out. Virgil kept a close eye on what he was doing in awe. He’s never really seen something be made like this normally he just sticks stuff in the microwave for himself. This was fascinating for him!

Pat giggled at the boy as he kept getting closer and closer his eyes widening at every movement he makes.

“You want to stir kiddo?”

Virgil whipped up blinking hard as he was addressed. Then shyly asked, “Can… Can I?”

“Of course! I’ll tell you when you’ve stirred enough.”

He gave him the bowl and spoon placing it next to him and Virge set the stuffed animal down so he could grip the bowl with both of his hands, “Just like this?” He stirred it as close as he could to how Pat was doing it and he beamed.

“Yep! Just like that! You’re a natural!”

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks yet again as he smiled though he tried to hide his smile with his turtleneck hoping it was hidden enough.

They continued on like this for a bit Pat started humming under his breath, even dancing a bit as he hopped around the kitchen. Virgil chuckled at the sight and even giggled when Pat kept making puns. They weren’t very funny at all really but he couldn’t help but enjoy them.

Sudden loud footsteps came thundering down the stairs making Virgil jump hard, so hard he almost fell off the counter completely along with the bowl.

“Why hello my fellow sides! What a great morning this is! Why the birds are chirping the grass is singing the-”

Virgil didn’t hear the rest.

Creativity.

That’s Creativity.

He can recognize that cheery booming voice anywhere.

All color drained from his face in a snap of fingers. His body started shaking so hard he felt the spoon fall from his fingers and he couldn’t move to grab it. His entire body was frozen he couldn’t move a single limb no matter how badly his mind screamed to run. His chest was throbbing in pain as he tried to suck in air but nothing came in. All he could hear was his thundering heartbeat drumming in his ears. He couldn’t breathe. Every attempt resulted in more pain through his chest and lungs. He felt ice cold seep into his very bones.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe…

Creativity….

Distantly he heard something beside him but it felt like he was underwater. He couldn’t understand a single word the sound was producing.

Then he heard a sound piercing scream shatter through the silence. Though he didn’t know where the sound came from one thing was certain, his throat now was killing him. Did he make that noise? He must of.

Wait…

He was backing up, his body finally decided to work! But as he did he suddenly felt nothing below his hand. Then his arm. Then his entire body went back with it.

He went down and he screamed loudly in fear. The yellow man’s going to come. Creativity will definitely give him to the yellow man without question. Pat properly won’t, Logan maybe not, but this side will definitely be glad to do it. Or if he doesn’t he would love to torture him himself most likely. He thought he could trust this Pat. He thought he won’t get hurt. Guess he was wrong. It’s what he gets for being trusting, for letting down his guard.

Just as he was about to hit the tile he felt strong arms and that he landed on something warm rather than the cold hard tile. A chest… A warm comforting chest.

“Virge! Virgil hey hey you’re safe. It’s okay. Pat’s got you. Dad’s here. Dad’s got you. It’s going to be okay. Breathe. In for 4. Come on kiddo let’s count okay? 1…2…3…4… Can you hear me?”

He couldn’t shake his head or really even move it all he could do was curl into a ball and expect pain to come his way. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want pain again. He didn’t want-

“Kiddo. Shshs… Roman’s not here now. You’re safe. Can you breathe along with me?”

“…D-Dad…?”

“Yes yes, dad’s here. Dad’s not going anywhere. You’re safe. I promise you, you are safe. Can you open your eyes for me? Keep breathing kiddo. Keep breathing in for 4.”

He tried to follow his instructions he really did. But his eyes for some reason didn’t want to open. With a tremendous effort he finally managed to open them up a little bit the lights from the kitchen making him wince at the brightness, then he breathed in for as long as he said though as soon as he did he coughed and hacked. His lungs were burning up in his chest. They left like they were collapsing in onto itself.

“There you go kiddo. I’m so proud of you. Can you look at dad?”

Every movement sent pain going through his body, it took so much effort from him but he managed to slowly itch his head towards Pat’s. Morality had tears coming down his cheeks yet again but he ignored them this time.

“There’s my sweet kiddo. Can I touch you?”

He nodded and a second later he felt a hand on his shoulder, “Keep looking at me okay? Can you follow me?”

He nodded again.

“Okay breathe in for 4. There you go. 1,2,3,4. I’m so proud of you! Okay, hold for 7. You’re doing fantastic.”

He couldn’t do it for the entire time his throat burned halfway through resulting in him hacking and coughing even worse than last time.

“It’s okay. You’re doing beautifully. Let’s start over okay?”

They had to do it quite a number of times, so long that if he left on the stove top the pancakes would be burned to a crisp by now.

When he could finally breathe okay by himself and his tears have dried up all he was left doing was hiccuping.

“You’re okay now?”

He nodded.

“I’m so glad to hear that. Want a hug?”

Another nod and he smiled when Pat opened his arms this time all but practically throwing himself into them. That warmth and comfort engulfing him once again letting the last bit of the tension in his shoulders relax.

“I’m here kiddo. I’m here. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve got you.” They started rocking side to side as he lay curled in his chest.

“Do you want your cat back?”

He didn’t trust his voice quite yet so he nodded.

“Gotcha. Hold on onnneeee second,” He kept one arm around him as he slightly stood up and grabbed the plushie. The second Virgil saw it he instantly grabbed for it whimpering as he hugged it close.

He felt another kiss in his hair, “I’ve got you. I love you so much.”

Virgil’s eyes looked up to the other and smiled. Yeah… He feels this…love now.

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alloveroliver · 5 years

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How much do I have to pay you to write that fem!dom for Sirius cause I always wondered what he’d be like in that situation? Also I’m just thirsty for more Sirius content ig. This isn’t a serious request I’m just dehydrated (if you know what I mean)

PFFF same. I am also dehydrated :3

Why don’t I write a quick drabble?

Sirius x Ash (if we’re being honest here)

“I Want To Fuck Sirius For His Birthday.”

Explicit Smut: cuz Im thorsty

…….

Sirius focused his violet eyes on my face as I focused on tying his wrists taught against the headboard. With his arms above his head, his biceps bulged while his broad shoulders flexed.

“You like what you see?” I snarked, pulling the leather hard against his pale skin.

“I’m curious how you’re going to manage to do all the things you said.” We wiggled his fingers and pulled on the straps, testing their strength.

“Like, make you beg?” I moved to straddle his torso and ran my hands over his naked chest. His abs jumped when I brushed them lightly.

“Yeah, I mean-” He pulled his arms again. “-Is this really necessary?”

“It is if I want you to hold still while I peg you later.” I pat his solid stomach.

“What-”

“Look how cute you are blushing!” I gushed, brushing his brown locks of this face. “Mmm mmm, I could eat you up!”

I giggled out loud and sat up straight. Putting my hair up in a ponytail, I rattle off a few random thoughts that floated through my head.

“You’re hot.” I smoothed down the flyaways. “And so goddamn sexy.”

“Thank you,”

“Like really really sexy. You know, I think about spoiling you like this a lot.” I fastened the elastic on my hair.

He watched as my hands dropped back down to his body, landing on his hard chest. “Spoil how? How is taking away my power to touch you any fair.” He shone a charming smile.

“I want to focus solely on you, and what makes you feel good,” I smirked. Our gazes locked and he took in deeper breaths the lower my hands moved to his boxers. “But!” I punctuated the ‘T’ and pat his hipbone. “That’s unrealistic, so I will also take some pleasure from you. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” His deep voice soothed me.

I caught the way his breath hitched when I moved lower on his lap.

“Any chance you want to watch me undress?”

“I- yes” His eyes lit up.

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it onto his face, covering his vision.

“Next is my bra.” I couldn’t stop the smiled the grew hearing the leather straps squeak as he tried to break free.

The undergarment slipped off my arms, and I ran it along his tight stomach before tossing it to the floor.

“God I wish you could see me right now.” I teased.

Sirius’ breathing became deeper, and he shook his face to try to dislodge the shirt covering his eyes.

“Now it’s your turn.” I teased the band of his boxers. With a quick tug, I brought the cloth to his knees.

I left them there, halfway down his legs, while I leaned my face down to his stomach. I kissed as much skin as I could before paying attention to his cock.

I ran the tip of my finger up the shaft of his member, following the trail of the apparent vein. Sirius took in a long breath and relaxed his arms. My pointing finger then moved over the ridge of his head, teasing him with gentle brushes.

His erection only became firmer the longer I tantalized him. The long breath he let out was laced with a hint of a moan, and I knew I was on track with having him entirely under my spell.

“Want more?” I spread the leaking arousal that populated at the tip of his cock.

“Yes,” He huffed, words muffled by my shirt over his face.

“Then beg.” I knew it was too early to ask him to beg for me, but it was mostly to show him what my intentions of the night were.

He remained quiet, and I imagined his signature smug smile painted on his face.

“Hm,” I clicked my tongue in disappointment.

I took my hand away and slid to the side of him. I pulled off my panties and tossed them to the floor.

“Are you tired of being in the dark?” Straddling his chest, I pulled the shirt off him slowly.

“I want to see you,” He confessed below me.

“I can fix that.” Finally, his eyes appeared from behind the garment, and I tossed that to the floor as well. Sirius squinted at the light while his eyes readjusted.

I assessed the situation carefully, then made my decision. At once, I moved my legs to either side of his face.

“Tongue out,” I commanded, adjusting my knees on either side of his head.

He was wide eye, stunned for a long moment before following my request. Slowly, he parted his lips and stuck out his large tongue.

I leaned forward, catching the headboard he was tied to in my hands. I brought my pussy to his mouth tentatively at first.

Soon, I was gently thrusting my hips, feeling his tongue run up and down my cunt. He used his mouth aggressively, sucking my core and tasting my clit in sync with my movements.

Then there was a bright flash of red light and Harr, and Lancelot entered the room….. Pff okay sorry. I didn’t want this to go on for too long.

Thanks for reading my ultra fast fic XD

(editing, holy shit… I wrote almost 1k words O.O damn)

#ash asks #apparently its also a #ikemen revolution smut #sirius oswald #smut #explcit #just me being me i guess

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sambart93 · 5 years

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2019.03.12 NakamaruKun no Tanoshii Jikan 3 [Report]

So of course I went to this, and of course it was great! Let’s get right to it!

If you don’t know what this is, this is basically a one man show with Nakamaru who produces and performances basically all of it. The first one was back in 2008, and then he did another in 2017 and finally this one in 2019. The main ‘plot’ is basically just Nakamaru showing us things that he thinks about or that he finds interesting. It’s really random, really funny, and a lot of fun!

☆ The show opens with him, of course, doing a beatbox performance to get us all in the mood. But shortly after that we get into the first part/corner of the show.

☆ The first part of the show is him waking up at home (in bed, IN pajamas!) and the theme is: Relatable things that happen at home. So we had things like ‘hitting the snooze button but getting up anyway... forgetting you’d hit the snooze button and getting angry when it goes off..... getting angry when it goes off for the third time.... splashing your face with water three times.... talking to your pet plant... watching the news and making a commentary as you watch.... negatively ridiculing the experts on tv....’ and then there were some Nakamaru only ones such as ‘washing your hands after you touch your phone every time,’ and ‘being able to change quickly because you’re an idol’. Also during this segment, his ringtone AND his alarm tone was him beatboxing which I think is hilarious xD

The main theme is that Nakamaru’s manager has gotten sick so Maru has to do his schedule alone for the day, so we go through his day.

☆ So his first plan of the day is to do a TV news recording called YuIchi (a parody of his actual show Shuichi). He is pre-warned that the host and the guest (which are both projection mappings of him in different outfits xD) can be a little odd so he goes in prepared. But what he gets is more ridiculous than he expected. They talk about nonsensical topics, such as the new auto-parking cars (but the VTR shows the car banging into the nearby cars), and a straw to suck up curry. The other two think these are amazing ideas, while Maru is sat there in disgust and tsukkomi-ing (negatively commenting and scolding) throughout the entire thing.

☆ Then the scene changes completely and it turns into a boxing arena-type setting and Maru walks through the audience area in his boxing shorts and dressing gown. And this is where his infamous bra hook undoing challenge comes in (in an interview for Tanoshii Jikan 3, he said that the staff actually suggested he do this segment because it had become so popular with the fans xD) so he had to unhook as many bras as he could in 60 seconds. His goal is 60, but unfortunately he only got 55 this show.

☆ So after that, his next schedule is to check on the new album and songs. The new album has 8 songs and they’re all remixs of KAT-TUN songs. They were absolutely hilarious! And you could tell a lot of it was influenced by West/Shige (who’s worked with Ueda on Setsuyaku Rock), because we had things like: Real Face West Japan Ver. which was Real Face sung in Kansai-ben/dialect. We had LIPS Eating Edition, which had the sound of someone eating crisps just after Kame’s opening line but before the guitar kicks in. We had Keep the Faith Fan Edition. which was Male Ouendan Chants (it was absolutely hilarious! Maru said ‘the fans would never cheer like this,’ but to be honest, if you asked us to, we would!). We also had (either) White X’Mas or One Drop that was sung in an old Enka/Opera style. The remixs were absolutely hilarious! And so much fun to listen to! Also the new album ‘covers’ were the old grey silhouette style when JE wouldn’t allow previews on the internet. And then the LE edition had the actual member photos but it was Maru as all three of them. Maru turned to his producer and said ‘there’s no way in hell Kame and Ueda would do this (dress up as each member). Ueda would punch you if you told him to,’ which was hilarious because it’s so true! Only Maru would be up for doing this!

☆ Then we had a Metal Gear Solid inspired segment (calling back to UNION and CAST when they did impersonations of this game’s voices) where Maru used the ‘!’ sound and image, and he was dressed up in a MGS-like outfit. Here he did the questioning segment. So here are the question he got that day:

Question One: Is there a role from the other two’s dramas/movies that you want to do? -- Yokai Ningen Bemu. Even though Bem wants to be human, it’d be fun for me to become a yokai every week. Also... OreOre, but that would be very tiring to film. Kame did 23- *audience member yells 33* -- ah sorry, he did 33 different characters. It would be interesting to film though.

Question Two: Do you have an idea about your next solo song? -- I haven’t decided anything yet. I always think of doing a ballad or something because of my age, but then when it comes to the concerts, I really want to dance! So I always do a dance song with a high tempo.

Question Three: What’s your favourite underwear for women? -- I’m an idol so I can’t answer that! If I answer, everything’ll get blown out of proportion. Next question please ^_^

Question Four: What’s your favourite Dialect (in Japan)? -- I love all dialects. I’m from Tokyo so hearing them just sounds so cute. I guess, Kyuushuu’s dialect is nice. Around Kumamoto and Fukuoka is good. They say stuff like ‘~to! ~to!’ (at the end so) it’s really cute.

I did have a question prepared just in case but luckily my seat number wasn’t pulled out! PHEW!

☆ The next section, Maru goes to a voice recording and he has 4 different clips to voice (all the voices in the clip) for. Me explaining it isn’t going to do any justice at all. But the first clip was of a man being pulled over by an officer, and Maru voiced it so that the two characters were talking about Point Cards xD then next clip was two men meeting and Maru made it into a ‘oh this is my first time meeting you. It’s great to see you again even though this is our first time hehe’ type of thing. The third clip had a couple in a bath and he made it into a ‘so you only like guys with brains? But I have no brains! Are you gunna leave me?! So you’re saying you should have brains too?!’ and unfortunately I don’t remember the fourth clip.

During the curtain call, he told us that he and the staff had actually spent a week going through about 130 or so videos, and buying copyrights to a bunch of them so they could use them for this segment. He said he was going crazy after that week xD

☆ Then we get to the climax corner where he goes back to his room after the day’s schedules are done. And he checks up on his manager who says ‘turns out it wasn’t the flu! I just feel like I have the flu! So I went out and bought hot lemon tea and the limited edition KaniBread! You should go back out and get the KaniBread before it sells out!’ to which Maru is like... ‘you’re too sick to come to work but you’re feeling well enough to go out and get limited edition stuff?’ and the manager was like ‘....yes’ which my fangirl feels totally understand. I will go out dogsick to get an LE of KAT-TUN’s stuff or to go to a limited time cafe or something, but am I f*ck going to work if I feel sick.

☆ So Maru goes to the bathroom but ends up slipping on a banana. When he wakes up, his shadow had detached himself from Maru so now the shadow is running rampant all over Maru’s house. So Maru attempts to catch him and this leads into THE climax of the show which is a long 10 - 20 minute long performance where he used special effects, projection mapping, smells (of biscuits and hot lemon tea), special flying and maneuvering devices, sparkly outfits, suspended dancing glowing balls/crystals etc. It’s just so visually pleasing and it visually enjoyable during this last segment! All of KT’s and Maru’s performance habits came out in this one! We had the classic green light beam performance, we had Maru beatboxing, the very JE sparkly, shiny outfits. I also really loved the space segment of this performance too. He was on a blacked out rodeo horse thing and it made him look like he was floating in space which was so cool! Also at one point, the entire room went black except for some ‘falling’ colourful balls that came down from the sky and then in the center Maru popped up! The entire audience freaked back it was in the center of the first floor audience area! The fans were SO close to him!!

Such an amazing finale!

☆ During the Curtain Call Maru mentioned that there’s still some stuff he can’t talk about and he mentioned ‘KAT-TUN Events’ to which I freaked out because usually he would say ‘Con/Live’ if it was going to be a concert but because he specifically said ‘EVENTS’ my brain was going ten to the dozen! What events?! Debut event?! New album?! New Drama?! New Concert?! Another Line Live?! All of them?! What is in store for us?! So excited!!

#kat-tun #Nakamaru Yuichi #中丸雄一 #中丸君の楽しい時間 #中丸君の楽しい時間3 #report #review #stage #stage play #舞台

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MCL Deaths 4 + 5 + 6 pt 1

A few more ‘easy’ deaths as we go through the story, but, if I’m going to write guides then I’m going to do it right. That means writing out all of the endings and not just the hard ones! Most people probably won’t need these but oh well, I’m doing it anyways XD

Edit: It came out really, really long, so I’m breaking the post up. Obviously I posted them back to back so you don’t have to wait to read through the conclusion of the deaths hahaha. Hopefully it’s easier to read this way. This covers all the way up to Death 4/Recipe 1, so you get attacked, meet Jac and Gamma, etc. Part 2 (a link is also at the end of the guide so you don’t have to scroll back up)

You’re running for your life, trying to lose the monster in the forest... It’s the middle of the night and you can barely see but you have to keep going. The snow and wind is slowing your progress, your legs are numb… but you can’t stop. As you run, you look back and see the monster still behind you. It’s towering over the trees on long limbs- it’s something out of a nightmare! How did this happen? It was just supposed to be a normal camping trip and now you’re running for your life! You can’t take anymore so you squeeze your eyes shut, willing it all to be a dream, it isn’t really happening. You think about the trip, how it all started out fine. (Enter your name and proceed with the flashback)

Tara finishes unloading everything from the car and comes over to check on your progress. Tell her that “I’m slacking off” because why lie? It’s easy to see you haven’t done much. She huffs and says that you’ve been hanging out with Corbin too much- and just like that, Corbin appears! Tara notices that he has a beer and wants to know where he got it. He admits that he had to dig under all the bags in order to reach the cooler, but it was worth it. Tara gets mad- he could’ve helped unload if he was so desperate for a beer! Tara stops herself from yelling, instead she swipes the can from his hand and drinks it, forcing Corbin to get another beer. While they go on with their usual antics, you get started with the tents, if you don’t, everyone will be sleeping in the snow. You think to yourself about how long you’ve been doing the annual camping trips with these two. You’ve known them most of my life and you’ve been going on camping trips with them since you were little.

Eventually Tara comes back over to check on your progress, noting that you’re almost finished. That means it’s almost time for a breather! (Warning screen about timed events pops up) Tara playfully pushes you and you trip over a log. (Timed event) Catch self because you aren’t going to go down that easily! Not that it matters, Tara comes over and shoves you again while Corbin eggs her on. You fall down (Warning screen about certain choices leading to death), heading right for the ground. Move right and land in a soft pile of snow, Corbin and Tara plopping down next to you. Tara comments about how pretty it is but you can’t help but think ‘I’d rather be at home on my computer’ - you don’t say that though! It is nice to be hanging out with your friends after all. Corbin starts thinking about the first time the three of you went camping and how Tara would ruin nice moments by telling scary stories! Which prompts Tara to tell a scary story, he should’ve seen that coming. He covers his ears as Tara warns you about wendigos! Ask her “What is a wendigo?” and Tara explains that they are Native American demons that eat people. Corbin challenges her knowledge by saying that she never even heard of them before Until Dawn! Tara tells him to shut up and then continues on with her story.

About 4 or 5 years ago, people started disappearing from the campsite, whole groups of people, not just lonely hikers. Corbin already doesn’t want to hear any more and he’s blocking his ears... you feel sorry for him so call out “stop it, Tara!” which she just laughs off before continuing the story. Corbin can’t help but get involved in the story, questioning if people disappeared from the very same campsite. Tara can neither confirm nor deny. Instead she just says that there haven’t been any traces of anyone found, not even a finger! Somehow the tale claims that the disappearances all started with a scorned lover, some young woman was camping with the man she loved but she caught him with her best friend! That was the moment she sold her soul to a wendigo! She started to shift and change shape. Tara leans closer to Corbin and asks if he wants to know what happened next. He doesn’t but she tells him anyways! The man woke up the next morning and went to hug his side chick and found just her skin- the monster that was previously his girlfriend had eaten all of her insides! At this point you tell Tara that she sucks. Corbin claims that Tara is losing her edge; she takes it in stride though he was obviously still scared. The two continue to bicker and soon there are snowballs going back and forth.

Later, after everyone has gone to bed, you wake up suddenly, in the middle of the night. You see a dark shape wandering around the outside of the tent... a human shaped shadow... You can’t imagine it’s someone else but you also can’t imagine that Tara or Corbin are awake right now. As you sit up, you feel hyper alert and realize just how bad it’s snowing outside. But it wasn’t supposed to storm, otherwise you wouldn’t have come... Sudden you hear Corbin calling your name. Something about it sets you on edge so stay quiet *...* But Corbin insists that he wants to see you. Oh no, no way, tell him “I’m not coming out of this tent” because you are smarter than that. You’re terrified and suddenly you feel a puff of breath on your neck! You realize now that the voice wasn’t coming from outside... slowly you look over to the side and you see a shadowy form hunched beside you. A hand reaches out and touches your cheek and that’s when you snap out of it.Stay calm, you don’t want to appear freaked out, something tells you that that would be a bad thing. You calmly put on your boots and crawl to the tent flap. Corbin calls out, asking you not to leave, adding on that you’ll regret it as you open the zipper. You don’t respond at all and climb out of the tent, leaving Corbin alone. As you straighten up, you nearly knock over Tara, who was standing right outside the tent. She woke up too and knew something was wrong... She points to Corbin’s tent.

The two of you cling to each other as you see the pool of red leaking out of his tent.... Then you look back at your tent as a creature climbs out... the creature has long limbs and grayish skin... sharp claws... The last thing you see is it’s face- Corbin’s face! The skin is all wrong and it’s oozing blood... the creature is wearing his face like a mask! Tara tells you to run.(flashback over) You fall to the ground and snap back to the present... Tara urges you to get up, you have to keep going; she’s suddenly pulled away from you... she screams and you can hear her bones snapping (mushy, snapping sound effect with a scream)... you can’t do anything but run, knowing it’s too late to save her. Somehow, eventually, the sound of the creature fades away, have you lost it? Hopefully, because your legs have reached their limits and it’s hard to keep going. As you’re crawling through the snow you see a light- a cabin! You use the last of your energy to get to the front door and knock. Thankfully someone is home and opens the door! The woman asks how she can help you and you blurt out a rushed sentence that you know doesn’t make a lot of sense. All she seems to notice is that you look frozen and tells you to come inside. Despite the fear and weariness, you can’t help but take a moment to realize that she seems untouched by the storm. But it has to be your imagination, your mind is obviously overloaded with everything that’s happened. Take her up on her offer and enter the cabin.

She introduces herself as Jac and reminds you to wipe the snow off your feet before coming in. As you cross into the house, you’re glad to be in from the cold. Now that you’re a little more clear-headed, you try telling Jac the news. There’s a monster out in the woods and it’s eaten your friends. Instead of questioning your statement or even looking at you funny, Jac comments that it was probably because they had it coming. What does that even mean? You stare at her, taken aback by her comment. She asks why you’re staring at her and you say it’s nothing. Surely she didn’t say what you thought you heard. It has to be the exhaustion, surely... your knees wobble and your vision is blurry, that’s how tired you are from running through the snowstorm. Jac notices and grabs your shoulders and says that it’ll all be okay, you need some warm food and rest. You sit as she moves to the kitchen and starts frying up some meat. As you sit and warm up, you realize that a lot of her furniture is covered... does she not want it to get dirty? Well whatever, you’re too tired to think and definitely too tired for small talk so stay quiet while Jac is cooking. She fills the silence though, mentioning that ‘he’ was a good boy, sensitive and caring. He tried to act tough but she knew he was sweet on the inside. You notice that she’s looking at the patty in the frying pan as she says all this... ‘She must be talking about the cow’ you think to yourself, what else could it be?That isn’t the end of the weirdness though, all of a sudden, she gets an angry look on her face, muttering about how he got caught talking to another woman. She knew him better and she loved him and he should’ve felt the same way! Before things can get any stranger though, she calms herself and says that she’s the only one who can have him now. As she places the patty on a plate in front of you, she comments that he been the sweetest that she’s ever loved- you’ll see when you have a bite. The whole conversation has really made you uneasy so don’t eat the food ... like, it’s really starting to sound like the patty is made from the guy she’s talking about. Tell her you aren’t hungry. She gets a little miffed at that, saying she specifically cooked it for you, you needed the food, why aren’t you eating it? You apologize and say that you’ve had a rough night and your appetite is just gone. Jac calls you a stick-in-the-mud but then touches your cheek, commenting that that was why she fell in love with you. She gives you a creepy smile and that’s when you finally pass out from fatigue.

Some time later, you wake up... things are blurry as you try to open your eyes and orient yourself. You can hear Jac, she’s talking to someone.... She’s saying that she found someone, even out in the mountains, and she wants ‘Gamma’ to promise not to embarrass her. ‘Gamma’ doesn’t respond at all. You fight the pounding in your head and struggle to open your eyes; as you move around, you realize that you’re suddenly tied to the chair! That jolts you awake and as you look around, you see who Jac has been talking to... A severed head that’s on the end of a broomstick. This isn’t good but you mange to stay silent and not freak out. If Jac is the kind of person that talks to a severed head then you probably shouldn’t be calling her crazy. Jac notices you’re awake and tells you there is no reason to be nervous, you’re only meeting her grandmother, totally informal and Gamma will totally love you, no worries. Stay quiet *...* and just stare... how are you supposed to react exactly? But Jac fills the silence, introducing the two of you. You have to say something this time... it’s only polite so go with “What should I call you, Ma’am?” Jac is the one that responds (I mean, of course she is, Gamma is a severed head) and says that just calling her Gamma is fine, you’re already considered a part of the family. Thankfully, Jac seems to notice that you aren’t looking too good and decides to call it a night. She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before excuse her and Gamma. Glad that’s over with!

Now you’re sitting in the dark kitchen, listening as Jac walks around getting ready for bed. Eventually she goes to sleep though and the cabin goes silent. Tell yourself ‘I need to stay calm’ and quietly assess the situation. Briefly you wonder what Jac does with the head when she’s not talking to it... how did she even get the head?! You don’t want to freak out though so you chase those thoughts from your mind, instead focusing on your predicament. You notice all the deep scratches that are on the arms of the chair- you aren’t the first person to be tied up. But that also means the straps aren’t in good condition, one of them is actually pretty loose! You consider breaking out but then you remember how easily you heard Jac shuffling around and surely she’d hear you the minute you got out of the chair so tell yourself ‘I’d better stay put’, that’s the safest option. Plus there’s still a monster outside, Jac might seem a little unhinged but at least she doesn’t have antlers! That’s the last coherent thought you have before falling asleep. Jac’s cheery voice wakes you up the next morning, asking how you slept. There is no reason not to be honest so tell her “bad” ... not that she responds. She’s too distracted by the loose strap around your wrist. Surprisingly she comments that there was almost an oopsie but then doesn’t do anything about it... Instead she just starts moving around the kitchen, heating up a pan and also a deep fryer. While she’s working, Jac tells you that one of her previous girlfriends worked at a chain restaurant and ended up getting her hooked to fried foods, which of course led to her having the fryer installed. Then she comes back over and addresses the strap- looks like she’s going to do something about it after all, damn! She can’t let you go because she has some special meal planned and she knows that she has to find a new way to keep you in the chair (why can’t she just ask you nicely to stay??). That’s when you see her pick up a large knife.... gulp. She tells you to put your hand out. Umm, no! Tell her “nope” and clench your fist. All she does is giggle, commenting that she figured you’d be nervous. She pulls out a specially made clamp and forces your hand into it with her superior strength. Now your fingers are forced out in the open. Jac starts talking about bite force and carrots, that you can think of it as love bites... You know what’s coming but when she says that you’ll look really cute with little stubs you struggle more fiercely. You watch as she holds the knife over your finger, holding it there a moment before slamming it down (chopping sound); there is blood and pain... you scream. Jac flinches and tells you that you screamed right in her ear... why are you being rude? She didn’t get a lot of sleep because she was arguing with Gamma and now she has a headache, so could you please not? Cry out, “You’re insane!!!” and she only comments back that you must not be a morning person.

Death 4: She positions the knife to your index finger and chops that one off too (chopping sound). (Timed event) Let the timer run out and scream, the pain is just too much! Jac immediately throws down the knife and glares at you. Is it really too much to ask for you to be quiet?! She grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you out of the chair, breaking the straps. You struggle but her grip is too tight as she drags you across the kitchen. Suddenly you’re being lifted up and placed over the fryer... the oil is bubbling and hot... She forces your face into the oil and you can’t help but scream and now there is oil in your throat and lungs. Death can’t come fast enough. TIP: Don’t raise your voice at your lover.

Something tells you to not piss her off so when she cuts off your index finger, (timed event) hold it in and don’t scream (chopping sound). You clench your teeth and continue to struggle. Jac pinches your cheek and says that you’re being grumpy but doesn’t stop. She moves onto the next finger (chopping sound). (Timed event) hold it in again, don’t scream. Now that she’s onto your ring finger, she takes a moment to ask if you’re a traditional kind of person. Not that she waits for you to answer, she’s already cutting it off (chopping sound). (Timed event) hold it in one final time. She gathers up all your severed fingers and tosses them into a batter mixture before throwing them into the deep fryer... she’s seriously cooking your fingers... You watch as she goes over to the pan on the stove and vaguely wonder what that pan is for... Jac comments that you’ve made a mess and then presses the hot pan against your bleeding stumps. You can’t hold back this scream but she stuffs her cooking mitt into your mouth to muffle it. You try to breath, try to focus past the pain... but now she’s moving onto your other hand... (chopping sound). Again, when she’s done, she uses the hot pan to burn your stumps and stop the bleeding. Then she’s pulling out the first batch of fingers and throwing in the second batch... You hear the oil bubble as she puts them in. And she isn’t done yet. Now she’s taking off your socks and you try to beg and plead but the oven mitt is still in your mouth. Before she cuts off your toes, she jokes about piggies going to the market and then chop chop chop (chopping sounds). Then it’s your other foot, chop chop chop (multiple chopping sounds). You’re in pain and you struggle, not wanting her to go on but she says that she’s already almost done so obviously she has to finish it. Once she’s finished, she gathers up all of your toes and tosses them in the fryer after taking out your fingers. (Image of batter covered fingers and toes on a plate) (Recipe 1: Fried Fingers and Toes). You watch in horror as Jac nibbles on your cooked flesh.... between that and the pain, you finally pass out.

Continue to part 2

#my cannibal lover #mcl #mcl game #mcl endings #cannibalism #kidnapping #torture #death #amputations #severed heads

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blastingxff · 7 years

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Fate that Binds 13

This part: Twerps are upset inside and out, James is dead on the inside, Jessie’s combative on the outside, and cats are just evil (FYI: This fic actually isn’t crack like please proceed with caution. And yes I am aware this tells you nothing about the part in question.)

first part // previous part // next part Series: Pokemon Characters: Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu, Ash, Brock, May, Max, Jessebelle Ships: hints of rocketshipping if you read it that way, mostly just friendshipping though Summary: It had been a throwaway wish, something made out of the frustration of the moment- it wasn’t actually supposed to happen. But the magic of a well haunted by a pokemon’s spirit ended up altering reality. Now, Jessie, James, and Meowth aren’t in Team Rocket. They don’t even know each other. And it’s created far darker a world for the TRio than Ash could have ever imagined, and now he and his friends want nothing more than to change things back to how they were. Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort, so much angst, all the angst, drama, butchered canon, Words: 1,526 / part 13 out of 16 Trigger Warnings (this part): injuries, violence Notes: This popped into my head and didn’t get out until I wrote it down. It’s 16 chapters, and entirely written already in about three days. So that will explain a helluvalot. Like the bus-sized plotholes. I just wanted to be mean to my favorite characters, geeze, is that so bad? XP Also can be read on Ao3.

Chapter 13 The Morning of the Wedding

Complimentary breakfast for trainers at the Pokémon Center in Celadon was served from six am for the early risers to ten am for those who slept in. Weekends, of course, saw these hours extended. If it weren’t for the delicious danishes, knowing these hours would not be necessary. As once ten am (or two pm) came by, the meal switched from breakfast to snacks as lunch was prepared (or on weekends, snacks and then dinner. Lunch and breakfast would be served simultaneously).

It was 9:30am, Ash was barely awake, having had his first somewhat guilt-free sleep since the whole ordeal began. It was sleep long needed and his body was angry at him for having awoken so early compared to its desires. He had been the last of his companions to wake up, and he had only done so due to a small shock from Pikachu, an imperfect yet frequently used alarm clock replacement.

They had a long list of things to do that day. First would be to contact Professor Oak and hope that he believed them. Second would be to try and piece together the new reality with whatever Professor Oak could provide him with. Did Ash know Misty? How did he meet Brock? What about his other friends? Ash hoped he could find some way of making sense of the world. If Jessie and James had never met… did he still get that badge back in Viridian? Had his entire journey changed up to now?

They were questions that he needed answered, but this also sounded like a lot of work and he wasn’t entirely sure he’d like all of the answers. So he ate his danish as slow as possible, eyes unfocused on the television screen in the Pokémon Center’s dining hall.

Weather said it was supposed to be nice and clear through the afternoon, with light rain coming in the next morning. Temperature was moderate, but the sun was strong. Wear sunscreen!

The weather reporter bowed, thanking for the attention and the television station switched stories as Ash took another labored bite.

He tried to swallow. His throat had gone dry.

“Oh no,” May’s hands had gone to her mouth to hide her gasp but she couldn’t hide the horror on her face. It was coverage about the wedding. It hadn’t been cancelled. Instead, an even more beaten down James than before was caught by the news station’s camera. He was getting into a limo, flanked by his parents.

“The guy looks like he’s headed to his execution instead of his wedding,” a trainer from the table beside them commented. It was still hard to swallow the toast, the crumbs scratching at the skin, that’s exactly what it is for James.

“Tell me about it. But like, come on. He’s stinkin’ rich, probably just sulking because the venue isn’t the high class one he wanted,” another commented. Not an ounce of sympathy in their voices. Ash just felt panic bubbling. What had happened to Jessie? What had his wish done this time?

“Hey, don’t talk about people you don’t know,” May snapped, earning their shock. But her fury had been ignited. Her attention shot towards her friends and brother, “Guys, we gotta save him.” She looked back at the screen as the limo drove out of the picture, “Somehow.”

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Seeing James put into the limo only served to harden Meowth’s resolve. He was sick and tired of humans and their disgusting ways. He had to buy some time, at least until he could free Jessie. As the limo idled, Meowth moved to the far side of the vehicle- sneaking past the people and the cameras- no one noticing the small pokémon as he came to a stop next to the front driver’s side wheel. With a sharp claw he poked a small hole into the tire- not enough to deflate it completely yet, but they’d only get so far. He went to the back tire as well, doing the same. Once satisfied, the pokémon rushed to the house with a mission to find a way inside.

Time was ticking as the pokémon went from window to window, trying each one at the bottom floor, all serving to be locked or sealed in some way. The limo had left and he knew that despite his meddling his time was limited. And then he got an idea- one he had seen in one of the movies he had watched years ago. They used a knife, but dammit, his claws were sharper than any blade!

He jumped onto the sill of one of the windows, a claw elongating and glowing with fury swipes. He put it against the thin glass, drawing an… er… interesting attempt at a circle big enough for him to get through. His paw fit right on its center and he pushed with his body’s strength. The glass popped out, falling to the carpet inside the building.

“Huh. How ‘bout dat,” He slipped through the window, landing on his paws before standing once more. It was darker inside, despite the amount of light that should be coming in from the windows. The dark maroon carpet luscious and fluffy- the glass didn’t even break from its fall. But he had no time to admire the decor. If he were a passageway to a dungeon… where would he be?

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The binds on her wrists above her head were really getting on her nerves. On occasion she tried to struggle, trying to free herself, but it only served to tighten the rope. She was entirely sure if she continued pulling she’d cut off blood circulation and lose her hands completely.

Didn’t seem like the ideal outcome, but hey, what did she know.

She did know that she looked terrible, she had allowed herself to cry out of frustration and anger. She was exhausted, but she couldn’t sleep without putting that pressure on her wrists. The guards had been less than kind to her, refreshing her bruised eye and leaving some new marks.

There was no way of knowing for sure, but she had a feeling that James and his family had already left for the wedding. It had to be morning, with how much time had passed. James was going to get married to a woman who wanted nothing more than to keep him as a little show pony. She had promised to save him and yet she had only served to seal his fate.

Now she was trapped here, and she had a sinking feeling that they weren’t going to let her go like they had promised.

“FUCK THIS,” Her voice was ragged and dry, it wasn’t the first time she shouted such words into the abyss, “FUCK THIS,” She repeated.

“I mean, sure, but I’m not sure what good that’ll do.”

“Meowth?!” Her head snapped up, the pokémon was working on picking the lock of the cell door to let himself inside. It was a small cage in the corner of a dungeon that looked as though it belonged in a horror film’s circus/torture chamber mix more than in some rich person’s basement. The only sound in the area was the clinking of a claw against the metal as Meowth worked carefully and precisely.

“Who knew dese would end up being so useful?”

With a click the door opened and his focused turned to the ropes holding her.

“If you move, you may lose a finger!”

“You cut up my finger I’ll stick my foot up your ass,” normally she would be more careful with her language, however the night had put her in a sour mood. Thankfully, by Meowth’s continued interest in breaking her free it seemed he minded the cross words very minimally. So she took the opportunity to release her stress further, “I need the middle ones for when we meet up with the happy couple later.”

“Noted!” And he jumped, slicing the rope with fury swipes, Jessie’s arms screamed with relief as they were allowed movement. She held out her bound hands once more for the cat pokémon who repeated the previous action on a much more controlled scale.

She shook out her arms, little pin pricks shooting through as blood began to circulate once more, “Thanks, Meowth.”

“Ain’t nothin’! But we gots to get goin’! James and dat goil of his are already on ‘dere way. Dunno how long they’ll be stalled!”

“Stalled?” Jessie was tying her hair back with a piece of the rope used to bind her. Partly for convenience sake. Part a way to fuel her fury- as though she might forget this little incident. If she were being honest the names on her list of ‘deserving of petty revenge’ were getting rather numerous. It was going to be a lot of work to ensure karma did its job.

“Less’ just say, I hope dey got two spare tires!”

Jessie’s grin widened as Meowth began to lead the way out of the dungeons, “Perhaps you were a part of an evil organization.”

“I’m a cat.”

“Is that a denial or a confirmation?”

#fatethatbinds #musashi #kojiro #team rocket fanfiction #Pokemon Fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #((I might just rapid fire the last few chapters unless people want to wait more inbetween. I have a friend coming into town #so it'd be either rapid fire or hella slow. there are only 3 more parts))#((also sorry if this part sucks I was really tired when editing XD))

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putschki1969 · 7 years

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Translation of Kalafina’s appearance on the radio show 「Takeshi Washizaki’s YORU NIGHT×YORU NIGHT」

I thought I’d provide a rough summary [scratch that. This thing turned out longer than expected >_>] for yesterday’s radio appearance. This is dedicated to @sangaella who was kind enough to capture the whole thing. In case you haven’t seen the link she provided, go HERE (inactive)!! The interview can also be downloaded HERE on my google drive + the extra few minutes that were only available for subscribers of the channel (slightly better quality)!!

Disclaimer: Take this with a grain of salt. My Japanese listening comprehension SUCKS. T_T I tried my best though. And I might come back to this post and edit things later when I am not so tired >_<

Translation starts behind the cut! Enjoy ^_^

They start with their usual introduction and then they are saying it’s been a long time since they have last been on the show. Washizaki-san is sorry that it took so long and he also apologises for the late hour. The girls say it’s all right because he is always super hyper and they are having loads of fun. They also mention that he likes to play on his guitar which is quite entertaining. He asks if Wakana wants to try and Wakana is all like, “yeah, sure, I wanna try”. He adds whether she would sing too, Wakana is up for it. Washizaki goes on to ask if they would sing in an izakaya (= Japanese pub) and Hikaru is all like, “nope, we don’t sing there” *in a monotone voice* Washizaki is thrown back by her cold reply and Keiko explains that Hikaru is now a grown-up, she doesn’t do stuff like that anymore.

Then Hikaru goes on to bluntly ask Washizaki to sing some of Kalafina’s songs for them but they all end up agreeing that he would probably suck since he can hardly produce a three-vocal harmony . They start talking about their upcoming Live Tour and apparently some of the ticket sale for the Tokyo venue will be conducted by “Cultural Broadcasting = the channel they are on” [or something like that o.O] The girls are like, “YAY, that’s great!!!” Seems like they didn’t expect that, they are quite surprised.

Washizaki explains the details regarding the Tokyo concerts at Tokyo International Forum and on how to get the tickets. The girls are laughing at how he is saying the number for the ticket application because he is doing it all seriously like he is some sort of voice actor or something. They love his voice though. And YAY, the application period is officially starting for their listeners! Everyone should be calling since it’s first come first serve. Next up they talk about their 「9+ONE」 tour in detail. How it is a “hall” tour and how they will perform in many different areas (read out by Keiko). Washizaki seems quite surprised by the last venue [probably because it would make sense to finish a tour in Tokyo] and asks Keiko to repeat it, it’s the concert hall in Fukuoka. Wakana explains they chose it as their final stop because that’s where she grew up, she wasn’t born there but she spent her childhood and youth there. Washizaki wants to know if that’s their first live in Fukuoka, “it surely isn’t, right?” Wakana replies, “no, it’s not our first time there”. Washizaki then wonders if Wakana’s childhood friends come to see her whenever she performs in her hometown and yup, they all come and cheer her on, every time. They are incredibly happy to see her perform. Keiko is imitating her friends’ reactions by being all like, “ahhhhaahha” and she says it’s great when the audience is this lively. Washizaki mentions the Coming of Age Day celebrations in Fukuoka, apparently they are a bit special there and it’s become quite popular (they are even in the news).I guess the outfits, hair and accessoires are a bit more flashy than usual or something. Washizaki wants to know what Wakana wore for her ceremony. Her ceremony and outfit were completely normal though, nothing out of the ordinary. Keiko is like, “That’s because Waka-chan is so innocent!” However, seems like people told her her hairpiece looked like seaweed. Awwww... Keiko thinks Wakana is too cute.

Washizaki wants to know if Wakana was a “bad girl” in her student days. Wakana is quite shocked by the assumption, “Do I look like I had a bad image???!!” Washizaki has to admit that, no, she really doesn’t look like it. Wakana is trying her best gangster/yakuza imitation, “horahh, horahh!!” LOL But no, she was a totally normal student that liked to hang out with her friends. And they were all members of the art club. Washizaki asks the other two what kind of students they used to be. Hikaru took her studies very seriously and she was the type to be elected as class representative. But she didn’t stand out at all, she always wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible. As for Keiko, she always stuck to her older sister and she would do everything she did (which was mostly sports). She spent her student days playing soccer and tennis. Washizaki asks if Keiko was a class representative as well and Keiko replies in husky voice, “no, I wasn’t.” Washizaki is like, “oh, such a sexy voice!” Keiko says that at this time of the night her voice tends to become quite husky and she likes to talk in a lower voice to give her throat some rest (because they have been singing a lot). Washizaki keeps saying that it is quite sexy and I guess he starts to flirt a bit with Keiko (who is quite embarrassed).

Wakana comes to the rescue and cock-blocks him, “Topic change, next topic!!!” => Next up is the meaning of their tour name, 「9+ONE」. They go on to explain that it is because this year is their 9th year and they wanna dedicate this year to work towards their 10th anniversary. They would like to create this tour together with all their fans, they wanna make it special. Washizaki talks about some ideas and how it would be great if they did some roller skating on stage. The girls are totally up for it and wanna try XD Keiko in particular

Wakana thinks that she might not be able to, she will probably be super shaky. Then she goes on to explain what they mean by creating the tour together with the fans. Seems like they will include a lot of the wishes that fans wrote in their questionnaires (the ones that are always handed out during lives). They will also consider some other input like the wishes that are mentioned on their blog or in the emails they receive on their radio show. They collect everything. Washizaki goes on to say something about a “lounge voice” and Wakana mutters something but meh, no idea what’s that supposed to mean. Next topic is their Arena Live Bluray that was recently released. Hikaru says that they tried a lot of new things for that concert. Washizaki then asks if there is anything they notice when they watch super old recordings of themselves, if there is any change. Keiko jokingly replies, “Our faces were so round!!”

Washizaki is like, “What? Round faces!!! Kalafina dango-siblings!!” Keiko, “Yup, we were dumplings!!” Next up is a break where they are playing “blaze”. After their break we return to see Keiko leaning close to Wakana. Wakana is Kalafina’s official heater because she always radiates a lot of warmth and her temperature is always high. [Note that this part is NOT in the youtube video, they probably forgot about it] Another break where some girls read out some emails or something. Then we return to Kalafina and Washizaki playing the guitar.

They are having their own little party XD Washizaki then reads out an email by someone who attented Kalafina’s anniversary live at the Shibuya O-EAST and they mention something that Keiko wrote in her recent blog post. About live houses being amazing because you don’t just see the audience, you are literally locking eyes with each and every person. The person then continues to say that they also perform a lot in arenas and halls and whether or not live houses are very different to those venues. And yup, Wakana says that concerts at live houses are much more intimate, it’s almost like their situation right now, sitting in a booth across from each other. In halls on the other hand, their lives have a further reach. Wakana goes on with some weird train station metaphor, I don’t really understand it. The others seem to find it weird as well. Her point is though, that their hall lives can reach more people. Washizaki wants to know if live houses are more fun and Hikaru says that all venues have their perks but at the live house there’s always this awareness of each other. Everyone’s eyes can meet. Another question for them (from another mail). Is there any private challenge they wanna tackle?

LOL at Wakana’s thinking face....For Keiko it’s trying out new kinds of training. Every year, she will change her work out and focus on different parts of her body. She will also get another trainer at the gym. It’s important for the body not to get used to the training. Washizaki wonders if there is any part of Keiko’s body left that still needs training. Washizaki then asks about oily food and Keiko outright shouts at him that she doesn’t eat oily food, “NAI/NO, I don’t!!!” She doesn’t like it. However, as we all know, she loves candy. I think Washizaki then asks about Keiko being chubby. Not sure if he asks if she used to be chubby or if she tends to be chubby or something else. Something along these lines. Anyways, she once again replies with, “NAI/NOPE” [her “nai” is so cute] Washizaki says something about her dango-past when her face was still round but Keiko clarifies that aside from her round face, she wasn’t particularly chubby. [I think... I am not too sure about this part, my listening comprehension sucks] Washizaki wants to know if they are active together and if they sometimes go for runs together. Both Keiko and Wakana reply with a clear, “NAI/NO!” Wakana’s body is just too weak for these kinds of activities and Hikaru is only active on stage XD Typical Kalafina style! Keiko =>”That’s Kalafina for you!!”

Hikaru wants to watch more anime. DUH :P She talks about some anime called Yowamushi Pedal. She is very passionate about it and she has been very invested ever since she watched the first episode. Apparently it makes her cry a lot. As for Wakana, she wants to try diving. To avoid misunderstandings she clarifies, “...in the sea. The sea!!” Keiko is like, “Eh? I can’t imagine Wa-chan doing that!” Apparently Wakana has a lot of trouble with her ears when she is in the water, she can’t get her ears clear or something. She will have to work on that if she wants to go diving. She really wants to go. Why? Because she wants to see some sharks of course! She wants to swim with them. Her older brother lives in Australia and apparently there’s a place near his home where a lot of sharks and crocodiles come out regularly. Swimming is obviously not allowed in that area but still, Wakana wants to go there! She would like to continue talking but Keiko gently makes her aware that she has talked enough about sharks XD

Keiko is like, “she always does this. She always strays from the topic and keeps on blabbering away.” Next question is whether or not they watch their own live footage. And yes, of course they do. Usually each of them will watch it immediately afterwards, on the day after the concert. They get special footage for that. Washizaki asks if they ever do live commentaries on their Blurays. The girls say no, they don’t and they are not even sure what that is supposed to be. Washizaki goes on to explain and they seem quite intrigued by this idea. The more they talk about it the more they are into it [PLEASE DO IT!] A last message to their listeners since their time is over. Mostly info about their upcoming live tour and their single.

Now we get to the extra part that was reserved for subscribers only. They are back!! BANZAI!! Party!!! High FIVE!!

They talk about alcohol and how Wakana has recently started to drink white wine. Usually she is more into red wine (which she would drink with her meat and so on) but she thought she would try some white wine for a change. She is trying different kinds right now. Hikaru only drinks Japanese wine. Washizaki is having some wild ideas of Hikaru sitting in Japanese pubs and drinking sake. He is going on and on about being drunk and such and riding a bike. As for Keiko, she says she doesn’t really drink alcohol. During all of this Washizaki managed to fall under the desk. I guess he was laughing too much due to his crazy story about getting drunk. Keiko comments that at such a late hour, something like this probably can’t be helped. She then goes on to explain that she will sometimes have teeny tiny bits of sake with her meal but that’s about it. She can’t deal with too much alcohol. Washizaki wants to know how Wakana and Hikaru act like when they are drunk. Keiko says they are completely normal, they don’t act overly drunk and they don’t walk wobbly or anything. She believes it’s because they grew up in Fukuoka and Toyama respectively (they are hardened countryside people). Wakana is just more talkative and Hikaru doesn’t change at all. She has never thrown up or had diarrhea due to drinking (it’s funny how she sugarcoats this by using an euphemism :P she says “kirakira” and Washizaki is like, “what?” and then she has to explain what she meant). Anyways, she says that her behaviour doesn’t change at all when she is drunk. And she will usually only drink when she has eaten a lot. Wakana can drink a lot, she is quite strong in that regard, she is saying something about having bear blood o.O She got that from her mother. She can drink a whole bottle of wine all by herself. And she gets very cheerful when she is drunk. Washizaki says he usually drinks by himself and he doesn’t really go outside, he is a hikikomori. Keiko is like, “Ah, Hikaru is one as well!!” Not sure what they are talking about next, it’s more about Washizaki so meh... For some reason, Wakana is posing and calling it a “narcissist-pose”

Keiko and Hikaru are very amused. Suddenly Wakana and Washizaki start singing, no idea what they are singing but I am sure it’s just some reference I am not getting. Now Keiko and Hikaru seem to be embarrassed. Keiko says jokingly “Let’s go home NOW!” Wakana is having fun though. Another question by Washizaki. Do they ever harmonise in private? If I understand correctly, Keiko is talking about their wrap parties and other official events and how they used to have certain difficulties growing accustomed to that atmosphere. She thinks it’s easier for solo artists because they just go around and accept all the well-wishes and congratulations. But for some reason they never knew what to do, what to say, who should do or say something first etc....but ever since their 7th year, they seem to have become used to it or at least, they are trying really hard. [Not sure if I am understanding this whole part correctly o.O] Washizaki is like “YAY, great job for putting so much effort into it for the past two years!” They shortly talk about some other artists like Angela’s Atsuko. And then of course they also mention their live with LiSA. YAY two-man live with Ri-chan! Everyone is waving at Ri-chan! Some talk about May’n as well. Washizaki hopes they will be all right at Lisani in the waiting area/lobby (due to their difficulties they mentioned previously). He offers some advice on how they should introduce themselves and such. And then it’s pretty much over...

#kalafina #my translations #interview #radio appearance #uggghhh #this is so long #probably a million mistakes #I'll return later to edit it #yay #made more gifs

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kaaras-adaar-a · 7 years

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1-5 salt meme~~~~

Munday Asks: Salt Edition

1. How salty are you feeling right now?

Not very, lol. I’m just tired as all hell, tbh. So I’ve just kind of got like 0 tolerance for shit right now.

2. What are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?

I think the biggest one I will cover down below, because it’s something that actually really irritates me that seems to be all the rage. For now, I think I’m going to cover the whole reblog karma thing. Look, we ALL want memes sent in to us, I get it. When you post one and you get absolutely zero notes, it SUCKS, it makes you feel like crap and like nobody cares. But please know that NO ONE is entitled to send you something just because you post it.

Tbh, when I see people winging about it all the time, it’s actually a really fucking huge turn off for me. It comes off like you’re a super sook and tbh I don’t want to deal with negative manipulative and passive aggressive people on this website. Sometimes I don’t send memes because I’m TIRED, because I don’t like/care about that meme, because I don’t know your character enough. It doesn’t mean I don’t like your muse, or I don’t want to RP with you. Sometimes I don’t send it because I’m at work, and no thanks to time zones, by the time I get home, you’re all in bed and I’m tired as fuck, and I just want to relax, and the moment has gone for the meme.

I’m getting really sick and tired of seeing people constantly winging about people reblogging memes from them and sending zero back. NO ONE is entitled to send you anything. That is NOT why we are here. Stop trying to guilt trip them and coming off like nothing but a winging baby. It happens to ALL of us. You’re not being left out, maybe the meme just sucks and no one else is as keen as you. After being in this community for 2 years, it still even happens to me, probably more regularly than you think as well. I’m sure as shit not going to complain, because I’m well aware that it just may not suit my followers or I posted it at a more quiet time of the day or something.

I really just don’t like the whole mentality of reblog karma, it makes me salty to even see people practising it in their rules section. I’ve had far too many negative experiences with it, and seeing it posted in someones rules actually makes me feel like noping the fuck out. Rping is about being chill and having fun, not feeling pressured to send in something because you want to reblog the meme for YOUR muse and not someone else’s.

It’s not to say I don’t understand the concept of what reblog karma is TRYING to do. I get it. I REALLY do, but no, I will not be FORCED to send something in if I’m not feeling it, and then have someone vague blog about me or some shit because I reblogged and didn’t send them something. This is MINE and KAARAS’ blog, not yours, and we will damn do what we please. And if I don’t feel like sending in a meme, then I won’t. Full stop.

3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

That one fucking theme that like 87% of RPers seem to have in this community. I’m sorry, but I have a HUGE (well not THAT big) monitor, and tbh, it looks like absolute horse shit on my screen. I have no idea what you’re trying to accomplish with all of that negative space, but it basically resets the background and looks hideous as fuck for me. Also, it’s become so goddamn unoriginal, that I now look at it and don’t even want to READ your character. I pretty much look at your theme and go... nope, and backspace.

It’s come to a point where it’s this theme that is for the cool kids or some shit. I really don’t know. The first time I saw it, I really liked it, and it was very original, but because someone very famous in the fandom happened to use it, I feel like all the newbies think that it’s some kind if IN with the cool kids now to have this one theme. All it screams to me is “I’m unoriginal” and honestly, I take one look and I’m like no thanks now. Which SUCKS because hey, you might have a really cool muse, and here I am being a shallow cunt because I can’t stand that fucking theme anymore.

I know that sounds harsh as fuck, because look, you may just REALLY LIKE THAT THEME, but for me, I’ve seen it SO damn much that I’m absolutely OVER it, and tbh, I’ve met maybe 2-3 people who were actually really good Rpers out of the fucking 40 I’ve seen with this theme, so... yeah, it doesn’t exactly have a good track record for me.

Seriously, when I open up to your page, I REALLY wanna see some original content. I want to see and get a fell of YOUR muse, not the 35 others I’ve already looked at with that same fucking theme... Blah, this makes me a shit person but whatever. Keep your theme if you like it, don’t change it because I don’t like it, it’s your damn blog, lol. I just really can’t fucking stand it anymore. XD

4. Have you ever made a call out post or wanted to?

No, I haven’t. And yes, some part of me definitely, absolutely HAS wanted to. In my whole internet life, the only time I’ve ever had to make a call out post was because someone was refusing to pay for commissions that had already been drawn over on dA, so I warned the community about it. That was because they were rightfully stealing an artists time and yadda yadda, you get the drift.

As for Rping? There’s only been one instance where I’ve wanted to REALLY warn my close friends about a particular Rper, but I’m not going to be that guy. For one, I’m not going to make it public, I’m an adult, and chances are that soon enough their colours will shine and people will get the idea. But some people might really enjoy Rping with them, and although I can’t stand to see that, I’m not going to have a cry about it. We’re all here to have fun, and some people have fun by Rping with these people that we may consider toxic.

It takes something VERY extreme for me to ever want to do something like this, because I’m fairly chill and don’t really get in any drama, so...

5. A ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand?

Sorry (not really sorry because I have nothing to apologise for) everyone, but I really can’t stand Doribull (Dorian x Bull). I’m never going to have a go at anyone and be all ew gross, and no, it’s absolutely NOT because I am one of those weirdos who thinks their relationships is abusive in some dumb arse way *eye roll*. No, I simply just don’t like their chemistry.

I think that they are excellent fuck buddies, but I don’t really see them ever truly being deeply in love with one another. I feel like it’s infatuation, all fun and games and flirting and annoying each other, but nothing deeper than that.

So yeah, as a banter couples, absolutely, I can dig that, but not as a deeply in love ship. Tbh, I MUCH prefer Dorian and Bull with the Inquisitor. That’s a really in depth and loving relationship. To see the comparison between them, yeah... I just feel that Inquisitor relationships are far more loving and real chemistry than Dorian and Bull.

I’m really fucking tired guys, and reading this makes me look like such a shit house of a human being, but honestly... whatever. My tolerance and gives a fuck level is like minus 100 right now because of my lack of sleep for the last month and just everything else going on so whatever.

#ooc #asks #reply #meme response #(( prolly gunna lose followers over me being salty but oh well... ))#angeliamaritudinem

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