#ATE ALIBI <3

[tw1nkee28]

I MADE ART FOR ATE ALIBI <3 + mini comic of my social anxiety 👍 (@questionablealibi )

aoughh, I panic when I talk to cool ppl... (Usually end up panicking and staying silent lmao) BUT I sorta like how both this and the art work came out. (Also forgive me if I got the back hair wrong ;-;)

Mahal kita ate Alibi <3 /p

+ Ate Birdy (birdify) on their shoulder lmao

I love your Sona so much, it looks so cool and AGHH- Even though I'm not the best at drawing it and I struggled immensely, it's gorgeous. <3

#sona tag #my sona #others sonas #persona art #EEE ALIBI'S SO COOL ATAGFSGSVW #i love their sona so much #and their art UWAAA #AOUGH #ATE ALIBI <3 #Birdy and i were freaking out while i was drawing #ehehe lob sona #IT LOOKS SO COOL #AND LIKE #AAAAAHHHHHH WORDS #its a nightmare for me to draw tho #I KEPT FORGETTING STUFF WHILE I WAS DRAWING AND IT TOOK ME 2 WHOLE EXTRA HOURS TO GET DONE #AAAGHHHH #BUT I THINK IT TURNED OUT ALRIGHT #and heres to hoping i didnt forget anything #houghh #i hope you like it ateee #fanart #cool person #my social anxiety goes brrrrr #i fear talking to cool ppl... #i panic... quickly....

[definegodliness]

Chasing magic

Maybe she Remembered my Birthday and had Thought of me; That would explain the dream. Nothing special, save for the fact I hadn't harbored such feelings in, Say, twenty years.

A nigh divine gratitude lingered within me. Nigh divine and all that for merely a dream, I had forgotten the feeling.

She was my first Big love, Far exceeding the concept of 'crush'; I ate and drank that girl, Which is why I couldn't eat or drink at all, And when I lay myself to bed I only closed my eyes To dream of her.

... but that was twenty years ago.

More present, I favored reminiscence; Letting ancient feelings wash over me, Trying to recall As much as I could from Just a dream, As once I would, and, so, in gratitude; A strange regression.

One vision Kept reinstating itself Within my mind's eye, Which was or would be The place where we met, or would meet, And, so, Hauntingly.

Compelled, I was, As if I had just dusted off an old compass And lived by the rule of a needle full of rust, Inexplicably spinning when it Should be locked. I gave in.

This ancient feeling Rejuvenated; once more orchestrating My every step, as every step would mean One step closer toward her.

I used to breathe That girl.

Wherever she would go, I would find her Just by following the direction Which eased my chest as a flow of oxygen. That feeling. Again.

I went.

Nothing in my hands But that compass; an educated guess, And the leash of my canine companion That I brought as an alibi of common sense. Pretense, of course, In reality I gave myself fully To a magic, lost.

I went.

I walked.

I almost raced, treading forth To the beat of a heart at chase; to a place I had seen, which might not even exist, but… Had to be real. That, I could feel.

Half an hour in, at a crossing, I stalled, gazing down a neighborhood street Which could be 'it', But the pup wanted to take a right-hand turn. I pondered whether I should let him lead a bit, But as I did my breathing stifled; My heart cramped Like a fist.

"No, that street… that neighbourhood; there!"

I knew for sure, then.

Yet, so, I peered, awaiting my heart to sink, For I gazed upon a still life street, Emptier than all I had seen; No humans, no birds, No bees.

Just me, and my sigh, abandoning a dream. Another crossing; the pup wanted to go right Again, and this time I let him.

His nose Had lead him To a park I had never seen, And I decided we would return there one day When I would not want to go home So eagerly.

We entered south, and exited east Via a winding dirt path that, Coincidentally, Connected back onto my dreamed up street.

I saw her.

I saw her where she should be.

Where I should have been, but wasn't, Nor wanted to be.

Not anymore, really.

The first sensation of a missed chance, soon Made place for the realization I would probably not have liked re-acquainting Under reality's circumstances.

She did not see me.

From a distance, I watched her walk Arm in arm with her boyfriend, Or, more probably, Husband.

And, just like that, I was thirty-seven again. Not really attuned to anything, Yet not so jaded to not be grateful For giving in.

In fact, I hadn't felt so young in ages.

The chase's dedication; the doubtlessness Of the entire universe conspiring To aid in a soul's achieving Deepest wishes.

A rejuvenation in lost magic.

What a gift.

I smiled.

It did work, didn't it?

--- 28-3-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

#poetry #spilled ink #writing #romanticism #love poem #love poetry #romantic poem #romantic poetry #tumblr poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #spilled thoughts #poem #words #soul connection #soul #esoteric #dreams #magic

[erial-c]

my top ten redacted boys (because i am but a bandwagoner of trends)

1. sam - took me a bit to like him ( haven't even finished his playlist yet) but god his character hurts me, he and darlin have gone through so much shit . the video talking about the future with your vampire mate basically sealed the deal on him being my favorite character, and after reading one of the bright eyes series transcripts, it makes me even more interested in his character . (and his southern accent may or may not have awakened something in me)

2. avior - is it obvious i like tragic characters yet . his series is one of the first ones i've listened to fully, and the chokehold that the plot twist had on me was insane . the realization that he had loved starlight so much that he deus ex machina'd them out of the hellscape, and then was silently YEARNING when they were pulled back . i was sobbing you don't understand officer. also love his early sarcastic personality (despite it being a facade) and his constant need to wax poetic, i wish we still saw a little bit of that in his newer audios though

3. guy - ohh the love of my life . the only comfort character ever . babygirl . he does exude millennial cringe sometimes but i can gloss over all that because i love him  🫶🫶🫶 also love his dynamic with honey they r so cute together . his flashback audio is so good AUGGHH the tension . personal favorite audio of him though is his first sick video , because i am THE guy angst enthusiast and it's the closest i'll ever get to it . he is sooo silly idc i always binge his playlist when i can't sleep (ironically i always listen to the one where he attempts to help honey sleep and it works 🫶)

4. lasko - babygirl #2 🤞🤞🤞 love him he is just an overall sweet character . i've also said this before but, him being labelled early on as submissive irked me because i usually found those character tropes annoying and they tended to be infantilized . but the thing is with lasko its not his entire characterization , he's still a very good professor at the academy and ughhhqhh i know how 2explain it i jst love him (also. his slip up in the hot boi summer audio. he is freaky .)

5. geordi - his and cutie's story is so interesting . i love their storyline so much even if it hurts to listen to the audios . they're both flawed characters in a relationship but they're still taking the necessary steps to be better. additionally, while i definitely don't stand for the shit cutie did, i can relate to them in the sense of needing to know what people are thinking to function properly, which is probably another reason why geordi and his storyline hits so close to my heart . (is that corny. maybe)

6. asher - one of the reasons im in the fandom tbh !! he's one of the first characters i got into, specifically his valenweek flashback audio i ate that shit up . . i don't listen to him that much now but still !!! i owe me being here to his character lol

7. hush - creature/babygirl . i was kinda intimidated to listen to his playlist (for god's sake his title is "mysterious stranger") but ohhhh i love him he is so strange. tying doc up in one video and then asking them to hold his hand a few videos later??? love that . him showing up in carpe deus and fucking wrecking vega kinda sealed it for me . love theorizing about him too, if that's not obvious 🫶

8. porter - when i heard the voice that this character had. i can't even explain to you what my reaction was . he's such a fucking diva i love it so much , this guy is like 80% snark, and he just fucks with vincent for no reason .(when he said he was gonna bring treasure to the summit but didn't 😭) he's also so interesting . while ya he was sent to go to the summit and assassinate a clan king (which he succeeded in) he told sweetheart about the bennets discussing their partnership with closeknit so they could get necessary info, he provided an alibi for vincent, he also stopped grilling sam when darlin told him to . (also his 2nd video with treasure . killed me tbh)

9. marcus - not proud to admit that marcus is the first character i came across on erik's channel . marcus is weirdo number 1 (derogatory) and i just find his storyline so interesting. yeah its sad why he did what he did, but overall he knew what he was doing , he fucked everyone else over, and compromised a project, of which the failure could mean life and death, just because he wanted to get freaky with the robot . his obsession and little impulse control being overrun by the asset's obsession with him. GOD . . the satisfaction i felt when he was taken away 🫶

10. caller - weirdo (compliment) . again as a horror enthusiast i love this guy . he's like ghostface but if ghostface could phase through walls/was already in your house (and also weird and obsessive) . his audio made me have the same reaction when watching horror content : "holy shit i love this but also i hate this" 10/10 . he's only last because he has one (1) video . 💔

honorable mention:

gavin - GAVIN LOVE OF MY LIFFEEEE . i really did wanna put him on my list but i haven't listened to the freelancer series properly yet!!!! this is not a matter of him being my least favorite but rather not knowing much about him in depth yet !!!!

#this took way to long #but i had to #i have a few hot takes #because i am interested in the weird characters #is it obvious #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fandom

[maddiehu7]

Heat of the moment | Dean Winchester |

Chapter 9

"Tyler and Perry just like Aerosmith" mark says sitting on the chair infront of us petting a snake that was wrapped around him, did I mention I'm terrified of snakes

"Yeah, small world so the last time you saw frank o'Brien?" Sam asks wanting to get to the point, I look around completely freaked out with all the freaky animals

"Monday, he was watching me from his window I waved at him but he just closed his curtains" mark says shrugging

"Mm, did you speak to him recently did he seem different scared?" Dean asks

"Oh totally he was freaking out" mark says still petting the snake I start bouncing my knee up and down so stressed out when Dean puts his hand on my knee stopping me he looks at me confused I just look away

"Do you know uh— do you know what scared him?" I stutter out trying to calm down

"Well, yeah, witches" mark says nonchalantly

"Witches....like?" Sam says him and Dean looking at eachother doing that speaking through there eyes thing

"Well "wizards of oz" was on the tv the other night right? And he said that green witch was totally out to get him" Sam and Dean just look at eachother again confused

"Anything else scare him?" Sam asks

"Everything else scared him Al-qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweeteners -" he says but I stop listening hearing hissing from this giant lizard and start thinking what if it got out, what if it ate me, what if it ate Dean or Sam I bite my lip hard frightened thinking of all the possibilities Dean keeps looking over at me questionably sensing I'm not myself but I just ignore him and keep looking around

"She smells fear" at that i look back over at Mike who smells fear I think scared when I hear a hissing behind me and jump up off the couch looking behind me seeing a giant snake I run out of the room out to the car getting in taking a deep breath

"Fuck what's wrong with me" I sigh out trying to calm my racing heart, I jump when I hear Sam and Dean get in they both turn around looking at me incredulously

"Em what the hell was that?" Dean asks

"Sorry....im just really afraid of shakes" I mutter out ashamed I made a scene

"Yeah I got that" Sam laughs turning back around but Dean just keeps looking at me curiously but eventually he turns around starting the car heading to the county clerks office

~~~time skip~~~

"It says here franks wife Jessie was a manic-depressive she went off her meds back in '88 and vanished they found her two weeks later three towns over strung up in her motel room- suicide" Dean says handing Sam some papers I look over Sam shoulder examining them

"Any chance frank helped her along to the other side" I say looking over at Dean

"No. Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared" Dean says looking back at me I get caught in his eyes for a moment and he starts to smile realizing it I look away blushing lightly

"Airtight alibi" Sam says ignoring us use to our relationship at this point, Dean starts the car driving off

"How was franks pad" Dean asks Sam

"Clean searched it too to bottom no emf, no hex bags, no sulfur" Sam says

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons 3 down and 97 to go" I say siting back in my seat sighing

"Yeah" Sam sighs to, when the emf machine starts to go crazy Sam and Dean look confused as Sam pulls it out of his pocket

"What the hell" Dean says bewildered looking at the machine Sam points it towards me and it starts beeping when he pulls it away it stops

"Am I haunted?!" I say looking at them scared Sam looks at me with a face of realization deans a little slower but he soon realizes to slamming his hand against the wheel

"Shit" he sighs out

~~~the next day~~~

I'm in the car with Dean Sam going to call Bobby and get food, I'm flipping through the radio when I hear "one of the girls" by the weekend and smile blasting the volume I start singing along moving my hips to the beat I look over at Dean and he's looking at my hips open mouthed my smile turns into a smirk I lower the volume a little

"You got something right here Dean" I point towards my mouth laughing

"Huh what.. oh shut up" Dean stutters looking away embarrassed he was caught I just smile when I feel a burn at my arm I itch it when I feel my skin already irritated I look down to see three deep burn scratches on my arm

"What the hell?!" I say Dean looks over when he sees them he grabs arm concerned, we hear a bang on the car and look to see Sam out the window we both get out of the car

"Dude look at this" Dean holds my arm out for Sam to see he looks at it also concerned I start to get nervous pulling my arm back going to scratch it when Dean slaps my hand away

"No" Dean points his finger at me I pout

"I just talked to Bobby" Sam interrupts

"And?" Dean says frustrated

"Um well your not gonna like it" Sam says looking at me

"What?" I question nervously

"It's ghost sickness" Sam says looking at me and Dean

"Ghost sickness" Dean says gritting his teeth

"Yeah" Sam replies looking upset

"God no" Dean says leaning back on baby

"I don't even know what that is" I say confused

"Ok so some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes" Sam trails on

"Ok get to the good stuff" I say impatiently Dean also looks curious

"Symptoms are you get anxious and scared then really scared then your heart gives out, sound familiar?" Sam questions

"Yeah but Sam we haven't seen a ghost in weeks" Dean says I can tell he's scared for me

"Well I doubt she caught it from a ghost, look once a spirit infects that first person ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever it's like the flu, now frank o'Bren was the first to die which means he was probably the first infected, patient zero" Sam finishes Dean runs his hands through his hair

"Our very own outbreak monkey" I say with fake enthusiasm

"Right get this frank was in maumee over the weekend softball tournament which is where he must've infected the other two victims" Sam says putting the pieces together

"Were they gamecocks?" Dean asks

"Cornjerkers"

"So ghost infected frank, he passed it onto the other guys and I got it from his corpse?" I say my heart beating fast out of what I now know is this ghost sickness

"So now what I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops" I say to Sam

"More like 24" he looks at me awkwardly

"Super" I say sarcastically

"Yeah" Sam says looking at Dean who looks extremely pissed

"Why you and not me" he says angrily

"Yeah see Bobby and I have a theory about that to turns out all three victims shared a certain personality type frank was a bully, the other two victims- one was a vice principal the other was a bouncer" Sam says looking at Dean doing the talking through eyes thing again

"Ok?" I say confused

"Basically they were all...temperamental, sarcastic you know" Sam says looking down shyly

"So you're saying I'm an asshole?" I say a little angrily

"Hey if anyone's a asshole it's me so that doesn't explain anything" Dean looks at me reassuringly I smile rolling my eyes

"No no it's not just that all three victims used fear as a weapon and now this disease is returning the favor" Sam makes sure to clarify

"I don't scare people" I say confused

"I was just a little scared" Sam says quietly to which I roll my eyes

"Listen all we do is scare people" Dean says putting his hand on my arm squeezing it

"Ok well then you guys are assholes to" I say defensively but relaxing a little under deans touch

"Apparently we're not" Sam says smirking a little

"Whatever! How do we stop it" I say annoyed at his smug smile

"We gank the ghost that started all this we do that the disease should clear up" Sam says

"You thinking franks wife?" Dean says eager to get me cured

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know" Sam shrugs Dean inhales sharply know seeming more nervous and scared then me I reach out and grab his hand squeezing it trying to calm him like he did me he looks down at out intertwined hands smiling a little

"Hey what are you guys doing waiting out here anyway?" Sam questions Dean looks at me expectantly

"We'll...our rooms on the fourth floor....its - it's high" I say ashamed Sam just laughs rolling his eyes which makes me flip him off smiling sarcastically Dean smiling watching us

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first floor" Dean says bringing my hand up to his lips kissing it before letting go heading inside the motel lobby I smile looking down at my hand

( to be continued ) hope you enjoyed!

#fanfic #wattpad #writers on tumblr #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #sam and dean #fluff #smut #dean winchester imagine #dean x female!reader #dean x reader #the winchester brothers #supernatural imagine

[cetaceans-pls]

If He Says No (You Gotta Go)

Bruce finds himself allegedly married against his will.

His kids Are Not pleased with their new ‘step-mom’.

Bruce Wayne Week day 3, prompt arranged marriage.  Gen batfam, I’d say this is rated T, and due to the ‘arranged’ aspect of the prompt there’s a lot of discussion about consent. I’ve said this before and I’ll keep saying it the rest of this week; this is a weird one ;’)

Bruce has gone through many, any things in his life that have been unexpected. They run the range from ‘a bit of a shock’ to ‘literally never before seen by a human being’, but this most recent conundrum, well.

It’s shooting off on its own y-axis, a brand new dimension of incomprehensibility.

“It isn’t real,” he says again, and is again resoundingly ignored.

"We gotta figure out how they snuck this in,” Tim says, slamming away at his phone. “Like, it’s so easy to prove this was all forged, but it’s easy for us to prove, not regular ol’ Master Wayne. Urgh, we can definitely fight this, but til that’s settled, court of public opinion’s swinging due Melissa’s way.” He glances around furtively to make sure Alfred isn’t with them in the dining room, and then intently says “That bitch.”

“Language,” Alfred’s voice comes floating from the kitchen, but he sounds a lot less admonishing than he usually is.

Bruce once again tries to call for peace (”It’s just a short-term setback”) but no one even looks in his direction.

“I cannot believe this woman has the audacity to forge a marriage certificate! And I cannot believe even more that we can’t openly dispute anything she says ‘cos all our alibies are Bat related!” Dick looks similarly incensed, looks actually angry, which isn’t an expression rests easy on his face. “Just, like. What a shit move.”

Bruce doesn’t know how to get across that as a man who has dealt and faltered at multiple worst-case scenarios, having to play-act at being married while his legal team figures out how to End Melissa Cuthbert is a non-issue. Certainly if this had happened to anyone else, Bruce would be all up in arms, but he’s built to withstand misery, and this one’s barely a 3 on a scale that runs into the thousands.

Bizarre? Certainly. He has to commend her on forging a passable copy of his signature, photoshopping a picture of them together in a chapel, and convincing an Elvis impersonator to be in on this. Bruce had been in Las Vegas while trying to hunt down an art thief, and had played a fool at the Bellagio and then gone traipsing across town borderline-blackout drunk, and the enterprising influencer had turned a selfie of them and camera footage of him cutting through ‘Hunka Burnin’ Love Chapel’ into a viral news story that has broken twitter twice.

He admires her audacity, and the strategic nature of leaking it to the press like she’d been similarly wasted, and just wanted to see if there was ‘something there’. The woman has got the press whipped up into a frenzy, and there is even now a crowd accumulating at the Manor Gates with signs saying ‘Giver Her A Chance!’ like this is a romantic comedy and not Bruce, cornered.

“I just have to laugh and lean into it for a little while, until we can prove she’s faked all of this and let the authorities get her,” he reminds all his kids as he tries to choke back some eggs.

Funny, his stomach’s been turned by all of this in a way that’s unusual in a man who once ate a full steak and fixins approximately 2 hours after clawing his way out of the digestive track of a 120-foot alien slug-hyena.

Bruce carefully pushes his plate aside. “I won’t let her into the house. I’ll just go see her, play it up for the press a little, and then just leave when it starts blowing back in her face.” Home is home, and he has a strict policy of not letting anybody through the gates that pose any sort of a threat to his family. He doesn’t think Melissa would survive, the way the kids are feeling, but more than that he doesn’t want the oily unkindness of her presence rubbing off on anyone.

Jason tosses a spoon at his head. “Fucking hell, man, we’re not worried about her trying to con us into calling her ‘step-mom’, or whatever the hell. The only person still living in this house full time is Damian, and frankly if she can get lil’ demon boy over here calling her ‘ma’ I’ll marry her myself.” Jason follows this up with a fork to Bruce’s head. “Are you seriously not getting why this is so fucked up?”

Bruce had ducked under both pieces of cutlery, after assessing that fork and spoon both were clean and he wasn’t about to be an accessory to getting ketchup on a rug almost as old as the Ottoman empire. “Clearly it’s because she’s lying, and by trying to tie me to her she’s putting a lot of our missions at risk.” He says clearly even though he’s already unfortunately certain he’s missing Something. If his children were of a different sort, he might think that her hands grabbing for his fortune were their main concern, but as he looks around the table at 4 stricken faces, he knows that’s not it.

This time, he can’t avoid everything. Four highly-trained vigilantes trying to nail him between the eyes with satsumas, and half of them succeed. It’s always been a bit of a point of contention that the two younger Robins are inexplicably better at target practice, both between Damian and Tim who loathe being alike on any level, and between them both and Jason and Dick, who cannot believe that they as older brothers are being outdone in any way.

A satsuma to each eye, and he has to sigh. “Pray tell what is it I’ve said that’s so wrong.”

“It’s not about missions!” Tim yells with unusual fire. “It’s not about work, or capes, or any of that shit! If you had to go undercover and get arrange married to the, the, the freakin’ secretary of state of Vanuatu or whatever, we’d figure out how to keep doing the stuff we do.” He’s shaking by the end of his tirade, and it alarms Bruce like nothing else.

“All right, Tim, all right,” Bruce says as soothingly as he can manage. “Calm down now, and tell me how I’m wrong.”

“It’s consent, it’s the lack of consent, holy fucking shit how did you not pick that up?”

Bruce winces. “Jason, I don’t-”

“Of course you don’t.” Jason groans. “That woman’s trapped you, even if she’s not gonna get to trap you forever in a marriage, she’s got you trapped now because everyone and their grandma are hounding you to give that girl a chance. She faked all of this, she built this fucked up little web ‘round you, and sure it’s something you can get out of, but you did not consent to being treated like this.”

Bruce almost opens his mouth to say I don’t consent to plenty of the things that happen to me, but he hears it in his head and when he imagines it in the voice of anyone else he’s ever loved, it makes his blood boil in his veins.

“It isn’t just that,” Damian interjects, for the first time since they all sat down for Strategy Brunch. “She thought you were drunk, Father. She thought you were drunk, so drunk that you couldn’t remember the night, and while believing that she did this to you.” He’s not up in arms, unlike the others, not fired up with sword a-swinging like he’s wont to do over most other injustices in his life. Instead he just sounds a little shell-shocked, a little lost.

A little like a kid who cannot believe that adults are so capable of so much unkindness. 

Bruce didn’t know that there was anything left within Damian to be ripped away, but it’s hideously impressive for random-Instagrammer Melissa Cuthbert to have stumbled across a seam and ripped it clean apart.

He doesn’t know how to respond, how to reassure his child, because reassurances are thin on the ground at the moment. It’s okay? But it clearly isn’t, in multiple ways he hadn’t even begun to consider. It’s going to be okay? But what’s been done and dragged out can’t be un-done, made unreal.

He flounders, a little, but Dick comes to his rescue, the way he’s always, always done.

“B, we’re not saying that you should let us run riot and shut down this whole messy affair in the next 25 minutes, even though with our resources we totally can. We’re not even saying that you should let us use the pressure washer on the assholes by the gate.” Dick tosses another satsuma at Bruce, and this one he catches. “For me, at least, the main thing is I really need you to understand, acknowledge, internalise, all of that kind of stuff, that what she’s doing is no good in so many ways beyond just ‘this is kindof an inconvenience’. The second main thing, though, is that when you go and make a public statement on this, do not laugh it off and be all like oh, getting accidentally married is such a Brucie thing to do. She’s taking advantage of you, she took advantage of you when she thought you were drunk and vulnerable, and while I know your cover personality’s important to you, it’s not more important than being real freakin’ clear on how not-okay this all is.”

Adrift in a sea of his sons’ emotions that he isn’t entirely sure how to manage, Dick’s clear-cut instruction brings him blessed relief. “It isn’t okay,” he says, workshopping his idea even as he says them “I didn’t think it was okay, but it is bearable. At least for me, because I know what I can handle. But it isn’t a light matter, and I won’t be using an airhead’s light touch to address it.” Thinking about it like this, reframing it in the context of how his children are seeing it makes his skin crawl, but he swallows down the abject horror and starts peeling his satsuma. “Thank you for bringing this up with me,” he says diplomatically, but mostly he means thank you for wanting to defend me.

It’s a slightly unfamiliar feeling, though he’s pretty sure it’s not for lack of trying on the part of the people who (inexplicably) care about him.

Jason groans, and rubs at his face. “Total dumbassery. Just because you can handle it, doesn’t mean it’s right that you do, holy fucking shit.”

Tim’s already futzing with his phone. “I know we all agreed that we’re not hitting back at her using Cave resources, but just so everyone knows I’m going to crash Instagram ‘cos they won’t take down your ‘wedding’ picture and it’s got me so riled up I’m also gonna tank their stocks.” He looks up, but his fingers don’t stop tapping. “I’m not asking for permission, to be clear. I’m actively,” he pauses, focuses on his phone for 2 seconds, and continues. “I’m actively doing this as we speak.”

Damian just shrugs, going back to his pancakes, seemingly satisfied that his father is being avenged. “Even if you didn’t, Drake, karma would come for her swiftly. It’s the natural order of things, that evil gets vanquished in the end.”

“If karma doesn’t get to her, I sure will,” Dick says cheerfully. “And I’m glad we’re all in agreement. B, to be extra clear, if she comes within 100 feet of you I’m invoking the right as your son to bear spray her in the face.”

The rest of the table clamours to also invoke the right to bear spray Melissa in the face, and Bruce winces but really wants to smile.

“Bear spray is unfortunately a prohibited item within the greater Gotham metropolitan area, young sirs,” Alfred cuts in smoothly, holding a tray of blueberry waffles. “That said, if she or quite frankly anyone tries to approach Master Bruce without his permission, they will lose a finger,” he says mildly. “At the very least,” he adds, much more spicily.

“Alfred!”

#brucewayneweek2022 #whale writing #bruce wayne #arranged marriage for a very funky definition of 'arranged' #girl i gotta stop writing these at the end of long days #they keep heading off in directions beyond my control #and this one ended up being unexpectedly serious #but still #3 for 3 baybee

[mondaymelon]

jack be nimble jack be quick jills a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks 😋

(YOUR THEMENRNDBD. I T SO. PRETTY. AWWAWAWA. I LOVE IT SM.)

AAAWAWAWWAAAAhHH CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP LILI LILI YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC IS PEAK !!!!! was gonna put those lyrics on there but figured i didnt want people to see the entire jill is a whore shit and be like "...what. uhm. no. bye" so.. lmao literally the entire time i was making the layout i was just singing the song on repeat since no one was home !!! i ate consumed digested and shat that shit you already knowwowowow !!!

(HEHEH tYSM LILI!!! tried my hand on making graphic-like kinda layouts and they turned out pretty decent and i am rather pleased)

also can we just talk about how there are like 3 official arts of arle and yet holy shit i can just s m e l l the attractiveness...

#★ ˎˊ˗ melonrambles! #★ ˎˊ˗ inbox... mooties!! #⋆˙⟡♡ᝰ.ᐟ - lili (eating your furina theme like its cake nomnomnom)!!

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Law and order svu fanfiction 

Video killed the pedophile part 18

Amanda: pov The suspect filmed it, it's the same exact model of camera as today's assault and murder. Liv says the original fingerprint had been found on the tape. The fingerprint belonged to the husband since it was his camera. In the background you can hear a baby crying. All of a sudden Liv jumps up and says it's baby Lisa. I ask her what she is talking about. The baby in the video Liv says  the dead body in that house this morning had a birthmark on her chin just like her. The bills on the table said Lisa Stanford. Which was her dad's last name and he used to be a neurosurgeon. Liv says baby Lisa was one at the time of her mother's murder her mother was stabbed and  Lisa went to live with her father. Bill Stanford he had an alibi for the night of the murder he was in a hotel watching a movie and ordering room service. Her mother's maiden name was Blaine 

Liv: pov the video and baby crying might have just solved this case. I mentioned the husband thought the wife was cheating on him but we had no proof. I tell Fin, remember at the house this morning there was a stack of papers I told the crime scene people to pick up, can you bring them over so we can look through them to see if there is anything important in them. Amanda can you see if the lab can compare the DNA from today's crime scene with that of the Blaine murder.

Fin: pov Carisi is helping us look through the papers, Liv sent Muncy and Velasco to talk to family and friends. Liv suddenly gets all excited saying I found a piece of paper from a DNA site and it says William Stanford is not Lisa's father. I tell her how, are we sure it's the same person?  She says I'm 100 percent sure I just know it and I think the husband was lying when he said he was in the hotel room all night long. I always thought he was lying. Me and Liv decided to head to the motel the husband had been staying at in the 90's. Thankfully it was still in business. We managed to track down the original desk clerk thanks to the old files they kept in the back. Me and Fin would talk to him tomorrow, since it was getting late. 

Carisi: pov I left early to pick up the girls for Amanda and make dinner tonight was spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread.

Velasco: pov I had a hard time finding family. 

Muncy: pov a few of her friends talked to me one said they heard her mother died of cancer when she was a baby. At 8 we all went home for the night.

Liv: pov I thanked Cassidy for helping out with Noah he mentioned they already ate dinner which was tacos. We hung out a little bit while I ate dinner, Cassidy was in charge of making the sofa look like it was slept in. Noah never wakes up in the middle of the night so I think we are good there. Once Noah was in bed, Cassidy climbed in bed with me so we could snuggle. I have no idea how we wound up dating again without us even realizing it.

Cassidy: pov in the morning me and Liv shower together quickly before Noah gets up, i make breakfast since I'm feeling so much better and can move around now. On the way to work Liv is going to drop Noah off at school and Lucy will bring him home. 

Fin: pov me and liv head up to the original desk clerks house. I ask him if he remembers that night he says yes the guy bought a movie and room service never left the room. At the precinct Liv decides to go over the photos from his hotel room and the crime scene. That is when she realizes something: his room was attached to another one by a bathroom. Which was never looked into. Liv calls the old desk clerk and asks him about the room that was next to Bill's. Was there anything weird about the room he said yes there was. No one ever asked him about the room, now that you mention it the window screen in the room was put on backwards. I remember the day very vividly I had to get the repair guy out there. It was 3 days after the murder, and the air conditioner was not working and he noticed it, that was the day my brother died in a car accident. 

Amanda: pov Liv might be onto something about the husband not being in his hotel room. Around lunch time the Lab called and said they rushed the DNA and it's a match this murder victim is related to the Blaine murder. We had chinese food for lunch which Carisi got us. 

Velasco: we managed to track down Bill Stanford, Liv asked which one of us wanted to go with her to talk to him. Muncy offered to go with her. I was looking into the fathers life.

Muncy: pov at Bill Stanford's house Liv got out and knocked on the door she didn't want him to know she was coming in advance she wanted it to be a surprise. As soon as he opens the door and sees Liv his face turns white. He says this again: I told you Detective Benson I never murdered my wife. 

Liv: pov I mention it's Captain Benson and you are under arrest for the murder of Sally Blaine. Back at the precinct in an interrogation room I tell him the window screen in the room next to yours the night of the murder was put in backwards meaning you left the room and the girl that died today was related to Sally Blaine and your fingerprints were on the tape that was in the video camera. Me and Velasco managed to get him to confess to everything. Turns out he was upset Lisa was not his baby and he thought Sally was cheating on him. It was getting late, I told everyone to head home for the night, Cassidy had ordered dinner for us once Noah was in bed we climbed in bed and cuddled tomorrow Cassidy has a follow up appointment with his Dr.

Cassidy: pov in the morning we dropped Noah off at school and then headed to my DR's appointment after some scans and test my Dr said everything is looking good and I'm cleared for light duty. We then stopped for lunch before Liv headed to work.to be continued.  …….

#books #read #reader #reading #bookreviewer #lawanordersvu #oliviabenson #mariskahargitay #tvshow #fanfiction #icet #fintutola #briancassidy #deanwinters

[nityarawal]

12/9/22

Morning Songs

Flex (Flexible)

Freedom Fighter

Always Hungry

Big Toddler

Like A Cartoon

Samsun

Only A Year Old

Flex- Flexible

Hey

What Do You Need

Raw Eggs

A Steak

Some Chicken Please

Flex- Flexible

What Can I Get You

Did You Enjoy Your

Nap On Playboy

Freedom Fighters

What Do We All Want

Just A Warm Cozy

Home

To Write In

Safe Car

Kids

To Play Every Day

What Do You Need

Freedom Fighters

Your Rightful Assets

No More Government

Stipends

Freedom To Do Art

Never Raided Again

Whistleblowers

What Do You Need?

Boys Mocked Me

Called Me "Guru"

Since I Was A Little

Girl- Didn't Know It

Meant "Teacher 

'Till I Got Older

Banks Mock Me

Eat Up My Cash

At ATMS

Tellers Don't Call 

Or Hang Up When You Ask

Filing Disputes

Questions

Everyday

Federal Government 

Disappoints 

The Way You "Confirm"

Ask For "Proof"

Won't Give Receipts

Tax Returns

Or Appropriate "Referrals"

Gaslighting From Every

Leg Of Government

From DMV

To Facebook

Alimony

Boys Don't Want To Pay

Child Support

So Quadruple Social Security

If I Hear Of Another

Soldier Getting Paid

To Rape

Or Murder

I'll Be Every Gal's

Alibi

Worldwide

From Ukraine

To Iran

To Hawaii

Moms Are Sisters

Don't Forget- Tell

Full Hearts Of

Generosity

Endless Thanksgiving

Eden Gave An Apple

Adam Lost His

Seeds

Mindfulness

And Ate Wrong

6 Poisoned Seeds

Men Need To Learn

Physics

Laws Of Nature

Self Discipline

Courtship

Violate A Mom

Eternal Damnation

Mary Knew To Keep

Her Purity

Love Matters More

Forgiveness Freedom

Means Safety

Gathers

Around Sattwa

Love

Maharishi Says

Unite My Planets

2 Seconds

1 Miracle

Christ's Presence

Fathers

We Command You All

Peace My Loves

Had 3 World Wars

For Penis's Bribes

Now

For Vagina's Peace

Settlements

Peace

For My Kind

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[sashi-ya]

I’ve missed your last couple openings for slots so I’m very excited to try and get one this time ahhh Could I please have darling Corazon, with nb reader, afab, they/them if those are all okay Sashi Darlin <3 Can I maybe request him a little obsessive yandere with his s/o, possibly with exhibitionism (can’t wait any longer), size kink, body worship, & praise kink? Thank you Sashiiii <33

Hi cutie!! You saved my writer's block with this request!! Thank u so much! I hope you enjoy!! 💖💖

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Donquixote Rosinante x GN! Reader ~ Seven Eleven

tw: NSFW. NB reader. GN! terms. Afab! reader. Yandere! Cora, obsessive and begging. Exhibitionism/public sex. Size kink. Body worship and praise.

wc: 2.1K

Like this event? masterlist ~

The day you started working at the convenience store you thought it was going to be the most boring experience ever. You took this job as a part time one while you wait for another year of uni to start. You needed money for that trip to the beach you wanted to do for spring break, and working was the most efficient way to do so… but, your boring working experience soon turned into something else.

The first day that you saw him enter, you laughed. A big tall blonde man, pretty handsome, fell right at the entrance. Of course, you ran to help him but he laughed, and that smile made your heart melt. He looked like a sweet man, really sweet. Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes accompanied by a grumpy child.

Every time he came, he bought the same; some pickled cabbages and plums. Though the last ones were specifically avoided when he came in with the grumpy kid. The child would always grimace at the very image of the Umeboshi jar. Apparently, the kid was mute, until the blonde man told him -as a joke- to pick some pizza for that night… The kid heaped a curse that made you both startled and laugh.

Rosinante, that’s his name. You found out so one late night, after he came running to buy some vodka. It was kinda weird to you that he, a very sweet guy, would come and buy alcoholic beverages on a Thursday night. But soon you understood why… He was being rushed by a guy waiting in a pink convertible car. Fancy looking man, bleached blond, tanned and wearing sunglasses during the night… What a weirdo. He shouted from outside “Rosinante, come on! Bitches are waiting!”.

You laughed.

“Is your name Rosinante? That’s cool. Did you know that Don Quijote de La Mancha’s horse was called Roci-...” you stopped, because when he handed you his ID you found out his surname was actually Donquixote. “Funny… Your parents might like literature” you mumbled. “Y-Yeah… Uh… by the way. This is... This is not for me, this is for my brother” he excused himself, even if you hadn’t asked for any alibi.

“Don’t worry, Rosi ~” you purred. To be honest you had caught a liking for him, a tall handsome man, a responsible… parent? and a funny looking guy that fills your days with beams and sometimes even eating an instant bowl of ramen together during your breaks. He was a good catch, for sure.

Rosinante widened his eyes to your subtle sudden approach, but soon was dragged outside by the constant honking of his “cooler” brother. He excused himself and promised to come back the next morning…

“Good evening!” Rosinante enters waving -and hitting his hand against the frame of the door. “Oh… hi, Rosi. How was last night?” you ask with a soft smile, while cleaning the floor under the little tables against the window. A guy named Shanks brought his kid, who presented himself as “Luffy, the next pirate king”, and the damn beast ate like one. What do these kids watch on tv nowadays?

He came closer, obviously ignoring the yellow wet floor sign. His long legs got tangled with it and so he fell right at your feet. “Oh, Ro-” you exclaimed. Is not that you aren’t used to him falling, but the sound he made when hitting the ground was pretty loud. “Don’t worry, Corazón” he utters, smiling and trying to stand up.

“Corazón…” you whisper, that’s the Spanish word for heart… You take your hands to your cheeks, finding out that they have gotten instantly hot.

You help him to sit at one of the tables, and as always, you happily grab two instant ramen pots to eat. “Shrimp, meat or spicy chicken?” you ask, showing him the options.

He smiles. He smirks. A beam you haven’t seen before; a sexy smirk. You giggle, waiting for his answer while looking at him crossing his legs.

“Spicy chicken, Corazón”

His voice, why does it sound darker…? You look at him from head to toe, swallowing. Rosinante has a different aura… he isn’t sweet anymore.

“O-Ok… I’ll have the meat one today, I can’t handle how spicy the chicken one is” you mumble, turning around to prepare the soup. Yet, you felt absolutely intimidated and you needed to escape from his almost crimson irises fixed on the cleavage of your shirt.

The boiling water is not even as hot as the tip of your ears. For some reason, you feel as if you were a prey about to be devoured with him. And you don’t know why. “He just asked for a flavour, you are imagining stuff. Rosinante is a sweet man, there is no way he woul-” you think, yet your thoughts are cut short...

Arms around your waist, heat emanating from his skin. “You know how much I want you?” he whispers in your ear. “W-what?” you stutter, not sure if you wanna stay or run away. “Don’t you want me? I want you” he mumbles, grazing your neck with his nose, smelling your perfume.

“Ah… adorable. I wanted to smell this scent since the very first time I saw you” he purrs, softly grazing your belly. You don’t move, and frankly -even if you weren’t expecting this- you want more. “You… do?” you ask, biting your lip.

Rosinante takes his thumb to your lips, separating them little by little. “Lips so perfect, you are wearing that chapstick you always apply when you are bored and the shop is empty”. He knows what I do when I’m alone?... The tip of his fingers goes inside your mouth, slowly. You accept it, softly biting it, sucking on it.

“So you want me, then?” he asks again, desperation growing in his voice. A side smirk draws on your lips… he is desperate for you. “I… it depends, you know?” you moan, dancing slowly from side to side, grazing your back against his crotch. He grunts, deep breathing in your ear.

Rosinante’s bulge rests over the small of your back feels hard, hard and swollen. And he can’t take the motion of your hips any longer, he can’t cope with your little play. He turns you around, pushing you against the counter. “I want you, I want you… Please tell me you want me too, I wanna hear it from your lips” he begs, obsessively.

“I want you, too. Rosinante…” you say, slowly, pausingly, killing that man with the words that escape your mouth like bullets to his heart. “But we are in the middle of a convenience store, you know?” you tell him, because even if you don’t really care a single shit about your job, any person could walk in at any time.

Rosinante takes a deep breath, a painful gasp that shows how much his dick is hurting to be trapped by white jeans. White jeans with already a little wet patch. “I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna fuck you right here” he states, making you laugh at first, but startled then when you discover he is not lying.

You are suddenly sitting over the counter, as he lifts you up by your waist. “See… it hurts, let me fuck you” he moans, unbuttoning his pants and showing you how hard and erect he is. You gasp… will I be able to take all of that?

“Uhh…” you can only babble as he lifts his shirt up, exposing a belly full of scars.

“Touch me… I beg you. Touch me with your perfect hands. Scratch me, with your black painted nails. Kiss me with those soft lips. Let me make you mine… mine!” he says, coming closer to your lips with his. You can’t help but surrender. It’s about to be closing time, what are the chances of anybody coming?

A passionate kiss ends with his mouth leaving bites and pecks over your neck and collar bones. And he goes down, down until he kneels on the ground. “Can I eat you out? I need to taste your sweet flavour” he asks, with his hands on your jeans, urging you to allow him to take them off.

You nod, as you look towards the entrance to check you are still alone. “Thank you…” he moans, practically ripping your pants off.

His hands spread your legs, nails burying on your thighs to keep them open. He first enjoys the view of dampened underwear, he then buries his nose on your core. “Your scent…” he moans, muzzled by your anatomy. The tip of his tongue enjoys the salty taste of your arousal right over the clothes, making you shiver in anticipation for him to devour you.

But just as your eyes scan the door, you notice a couple of customers about to enter. “Rosi!” you shout, desperately kicking him back. “I’m sorry, stay there” you command, praying for them not to see you are not wearing pants.

“Welcome!” you greet them with a wide -extra cringy and suspicious- smile. “Uh... hi” some guys wave at you, without paying much attention to you. They walk towards the food aisle, and you pray for them not to pick anything that requires to be heated.

You feel kisses coming up, from your ankles to your thighs. Playful fingers daring to move your underwear to the side. You move your leg, giving Rosi little kicks to stop what he is doing, but he doesn’t. In fact, he increases the game.

Your underwear ends on the floor, as he all of a sudden pulls it down. The cold breeze of the air conditioner of the store makes your wetness freeze. However, the cold didn’t last for too long, since Rosinante warms your core with his tongue.

You widen your eyes, looking to where he is. “Stop…” you whisper, looking constantly to the couple who is taking too damn long to choose whatever the fuck they have come to buy. “I can’t” he mouths, chin shiny as he eats you out. You bite your lips, trying to push him off you with your hands tangled on his abundant golden hair. But not even that works, because you are actually pulling him against you.

And Rosinante is delighted

You are doing everything you can to drown so needy moans, not to scream, not to grunt. His tongue goes up, down. Sometimes he even penetrates you with it. His thumb traces circles on your most sensitive button of pleasure. Who would have said a sweet, kind, innocent man was able to do such things?

You watch the guys come closer with sushi trays in their hands, alleviating your fear of them asking you to move and heat anything else for them. “Thank God for Japan and the Sushi” you think, in between the concentrating pressure on your core Rosinante’s tongue is provoking and the way his fingers go up and down your entrance to dilate you.

And hell you need to be as stretched as possible if you wanna take that man inside you…

The guys pass you the trays for you to scan them. You are shivering and sweating, the sashimi inside that plastic container jumps as your hand trembles. “Dude, are you alright?” one of them asks you. “Y-yeah…” you say, coughing to cover the sound of Rosinante’s fingers going in and out of you.

Your customers look at each other with confused countenance, but you don’t care. You only want them to leave the fuck out of there, and if possible, to be the last clients you ever had in your entire life. “It’s $10, 69” you communicate their total, feeling the sharp sensation of Rosinante’s teeth being carved on the side of your thighs.

The men give you the right amount of money thankfully, and leave. Just in time, because you are about to cum.

“Ro- Rosi-.... fuck... Why did you- why did you do th-... fuck me” you moan, fixing your eyes into his. Eyes that are the only visible part of his face as everything from under his nose is hidden by your sex’s anatomy. You lay your belly over the counter, fists closed, one of your hands covering your eyes, lips separated as you exhale and inhale ferally.

“Come for me, come in my mouth” he commands, pressing your belly down and licking desperately up and down. Movements that make you reach climax, reach heaven, reach hell and even further. “God damn it… ugh…” you moan, feeling the tightness on your stomach finally snap.

Your blonde personal sucker licks you clean, not a single drop of your released orgasm falls into the ground but into his mouth. “What a delicious treat…” he says, passing his tongue over your inner thighs to catch perhaps, some rests of your climax.

You keep resting over the cold material of the counter, at this point not sure if your body is able to respond. And hell it does, because you seriously thought this needy man would stop right there?

He stands up, and just as you are he gropes you. First with his hands, then with his bare sex, burying it in between your ass cheeks.

He bends over you, his huge frame crushes you against the table under you, but you don’t care. “I will make you mine, so fucking mine” he expresses, liking your cheek. It sends shivers down your spine to hear him speak like that… where is the sweet funny man you know?

Rosinante grabs your wrists and pins them over your head. One hand is enough, he is huge compared to you -and ultimately to most of the human beings-. “Let me fuck you that pretty entrance of yours, bet it feels amazingly tight around me. Let me try how it feels to fuck a deity”

You simply smile, with your cheek pressed against the counter, waiting to be penetrated, impaled, destroyed right there at the sight of anyone walking by.

“Fuck me, Rosi~” you purr, spreading your legs even more so he could have a better entrance.

“Yes, my Corazón…”

He guides himself in, slowly. As much as he wants to destroy you, he is conscious of his length and size. He wouldn’t hurt his perfect victim here. You feel as his tip opens his path inside you, stretching walls, clenching walls. He feels warm the more he goes deep, deeper.

Rosinante grunts, squeezing your wrists with his right hand, while he does the same to your left ass cheek as he lifts it up to reach places of your wet cave nobody has reached before. You feel full, and your body begs for him to move. “Move, move…move” you moan, begging.

“No need to beg, my sweet beautiful heart” words that seal the deal… his hips, so clumsy for walking, yet so precise to fuck you. In and out, first slowly, then increasingly violently. His grunts, mixed with yours. You drool over the table, as you are unable to close your mouth while his dick goes in and out of you, stretching you, creating even a little bulge on your lower belly.

Your toes curl, you bite your lips, you close your eyes and enjoy his endless, merciless pumping motions… His orgasm mixed with yours, a beautiful depiction of lustful bodies connected in a single soul…

“Thank you…” he whispers.

“Thank you… now, help me take down the security camera or else I’m gonna get fired pretty soon”

“Damn…”

#corazon x reader #corazon x y/n #donquixote corazon #corazon x you #rosinante donquixote #donquixote rosinante x you #rosinante headcanons #one piece rosinante #sashi's dark corner event #rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #rosinante icons #corazon #cora san #one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #sashi ya #one piece x oc #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece

[prussianzetinkerbell]

The Madrigals with puppets pt.5

Pepita: Camilo Madrigal, where were you at 3:45 pm? Hm?

Camilo: I was in my room

Pepita: well, explain to me why, when I knocked at your door at 3:45 pm, you didn't answer?

Camilo: uh... I was- uh... I was sleeping

Pepita: well, mr. Madrigal, explain to me why, when I entered your room, you're not in your bed

Camilo: well I-

Pepita: and why are you stumbling with your words? It can only mean one thing. YOU ATE THE AREPA!

Antonio and Luisa: [gasp]

Dolores and Isabela and Mirabel: [whispers]

Bruno: [writing down every word]

Julieña: silence in my court [hits the hammer] silence! Mr. Madrigal, your alibi?

Camilo: ... Fine! Fine I did it. I stole the last arepa!

[collective gasp]

Camilo: but I was hungry! And no one was eating it!

Julieña: well then. I here by rule mr. Camilo Madrigal, as guilty. I sentence you, to 4 hours in your room. Be gone

Antonio: is this how a court room works?

Dolores: yeah. I'm surprised mama didn't blow Camilo up.

Julieña: silence!

#incorrect encanto quotes #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #family madrigal #encanto #incorrect quotes

[thelittleplantlover]

Jetlagged buglar - Corpse x reader

Thank you so much @stylistiquements for letting me know about your prompt list. Finally, I am posting my spin on one of your lovely prompts. I really appreciate your patience and support <3

Pronounce: gender neutral

Warnings: none (mention of burglar)

Genre: fluff; platonic

Word count: 1996

Prompt: "I know it's 4 in the morning but ..."

~ A buglar broke into Corpse’s apartment, or at least that’s what he thinks.~

Corpse watches as his beloved green astronaut friend dramatically fell into the pool of lava. He had been, and still is, so sure Sykkuno is not one of the imposters of this round. The boy had also pleaded for his life, claiming his innocence, but to no avail. He had been found standing on top of Emma’s body by Jack. There had been no escape.

The new round began and forced him into action. The last thing he had wanted was to frame Sykkuno for his kill. It did buy him an alibi from Emma, who had met up with him in decontamination. She had not been experienced enough to realise Corpse had come from the direction of the kill to suspect him a little bit. She had quickly covered his ass and now he was free to begin his actual killing spree.

He decided that Emma should be kept alive as she seemed to be trusting him this round. His second kill was Brooke. She had been standing at the tree and it was all too easy to close the doors and hop into the vent. He met up with Emma afterwards again before splitting off to chase Tina into storage for another kill. Just as her little character fell to the floor, another body was reported. Not one he has made.

He listened to Dave describing where he had found the body when loud clattering of metal pulled him out of his concentration. He had heard rumour during this stream before. Soft sounds had distracted him momentarily now and then, making him question whether his neighbours were at it again. They could get pretty loud during arguments or resolving them. This clattering could not have been from his neighbours. It was too loud and not at all a sound he had heard from the other side of the wall before.

His attention was pulled back when someone questioned his location.

“Guys, I think someone is in my apartment.” He cautiously announced. Not wanting to be too loud in case the intruder could hear him.

“Sure! Where were you Corpse?” Rae interrogated him. Her voice strict and accusing. He quickly defended himself. He had not heard anything else, so maybe it did come from the neighbours. His defence, although slightly flawed, was accepted and Leslie was thrown out. The reason unknown to him as he had not listened to their conversation.

One more kill and the game would be won. He did not hesitate to call reactor to avoid one of the crewmates pressing the button. As he walked up to the left reactor, the victory screen played. A choired of no’s filled his ears, while Jack celebrated his win with Corpse. Normally he would join the celebration. This time another loud noise came from his living space.

“Guys. Guys. GUYS.” He whisper-yelled to get everyone’s attention. When only the among us theme came from his headphones he continued. “There is someone in my apartment. If I don’t return in ten minutes presume I am dead.” Without waiting for an answer, Corpse muted himself and took of his headphones. Grabbing a knife just to be sure in case there was indeed an intruder, he quietly stood up from his chair.

He had closed his door as usual. Hopefully, the intruder had not heard him speak. He had not been loud today due to his throat being slightly sore from being on other people’s streams lately. It might have helped him going undetected. Still, he was not fully sure whether or not there was an actual thief in his apartment. In the time he has speculated them being here and Corpse finally getting on the move the unknown presence had not moved from the main space. He was sure it would not take a thief that long to go through all his cabinets and other storage.

Slowly he opened the door to take a peek towards the origin of the loud noises. He could feel his heartbeat. The palm holding the doorknob clam. The lights were on, but he did not remember whether he himself forgot to turn them off or someone else had turned them on.

A thief would not turn the light on if they were on. Or this would have to be a very low experienced burglar.

Hearing no new sounds, he decided it was safe to investigate a little further. Corpse made sure to keep his eyes on the parts of his living room he could see, slowly making his way through the short hallway. When he finally arrived in the largest room, he did not spot anyone. No closets were opened nor was his stuff spread out on the floor. He let out a loud sigh. The loud noise had come from the neighbours after all.

Suddenly a head appeared above the counter, which provoked a loud scream to come out him. His heartbeat sped up again as he held his knife in front of him. He immediately lowered it when he realised who it was that stood in the middle of his kitchen.

The person in question seemed frozen. Eyes wide and arms filled with the snacks that previously housed the cabinets. None of them said anything, just staring at the other. Slowly they unloaded their arms on the counter.

"Look-," they were cut off by Corpse's hysterical laugh. After the initial shock of someone actually being in his house, laughing was all he could do to release the tension that had built inside him. The person behind the counter blinked dumbfounded before starting to whine.

"Corpse! Stop it's not funny!" Corpse on the other hand found the situation hilarious. The state he had found one of his best friends, (y/n), in was not one he would forget soon. It was not often you could find them in a total state of shock. The realisation that they had been busted red handed was imprinted on his retina.

"I thought you were a burglar!" Not that they were not. Except there is still a large difference between stealing a tv from a stranger or candy from your best friend. It was not unusual for Corpse to find (y/n) in his apartment holding a package of food. Sometimes, even his secret stash was raided. He had long topped from finding other placed to hide his special treats. It had always been to no avail.

The fact that he had not thought about the possibility of (y/n) being the one that broke into his home was due their vacation. Corpse had believed they would not be back in the States until later this week. If he had known they would be back already, he would not have assumed some burglar had though he could get anything valuable from this building.

"What? Why- okay. I know it's 4 in the morning, but I am extremely jetlagged, and I saw you go live so I knew you would be awake!” Corpse’s laughing subdued during the hastily explanation of the situation, leaving (y/n) to fiddle with one of the packed goods.

"I am pretty sure those are all the snack I own.” Corpse pointed to the snacks that now littered his counter. It was not much. A bag of potato chips, some candy bars, a pack of nuts he never ate one the plane and a pack of sour patches. (y/n) simply squinted their eyes at him, making him return the favour.

“They are mine now.” They slowly scooped the snacks off the counter into their arms again. He bursts out in laughter again, almost teared up from the look on their face. Snacks pushed flush to their chest, eyes that were squinted so far by now they had almost closed. Their nose and lips crunched. “Mine.” Was the last they said before making their way towards Corpse’s streaming room.

He had almost forgotten he was live due to the initial shock of someone being in this home. Quickly catching up with (y/n) he glided into his chair. The lobby screen was still on display and his chat flew by. All he could make out that he still had a few minutes before his agreed 10. He quickly unmuted to reassure his friend and chat that he was not harmed in anyway.

“I swear on my life Rae that I am fi-,” He failed to finish the sentence due to (y/n)’s facial expression. Dumb was the best way to describe it. They sat in a comfy chair next to him with their legs pulled up and their eyes were fixed on the screen, looking at some of the characters running circles around his. Their lips in a straight line, somehow still smiling.

Hiss laughter had caught their attention away. In response they grabbed one of his pillows of his bed that was just into reach.

"Stop. making. fun. of me!" Hitting Corpse rhythmically with their words. He tried to shield himself with his arms. Seeing as he could not stop his fit of laughter and his stomach started to hurt slightly, he was dubious whether to protect his head to hold is stomach.

The new voice that arose was recognized by two other people that have met up with Corpse in real life before, Dave and Emma.

"Is that (y/n)?" Dave’s English accent came out strong through Corpse’s headphones. He waved at (y/n) to stop hitting him for a second to catch his breath and answer the question he was asked. Dave, knowing more than enough to know the dynamic of these two, waited patiently on his answer. Rae on the other hand became hearable impatient by the long silence from Corpse’s side.

“Corpse. Answer the question!”

He slowly in and out haled to calm himself. A long loud sigh leaving his lips, before he answered the question. "Yes, yes, that's (y/n). Although I was right about the burglar as well. They are trying to raid my kitchen.”

(y/n) immediately sprang into action to react on that statement. Not wanting to be put in a bad light all by themselves. No, they would always happily share that special spot with a good friend. "Correct, TRYING. You literally do not have any food!"

"You dumped your arms full of MY snacks on MY table. Where I need space to actually play this game.” Corpse retorted.

“I think we established they are MY snacks now. Besides this is all you have. And it is not even touching your keyboard!” That statement was true. (y/n) had made sure to place the snack so that they did not hinder Corpse in their movements during his stream. A second reason for the snack to be not in close reach for Corpse was not named.

“I paid for those snacks.” It was a weak response. Corpse knew. But he rather let the bickering end sooner than later. His fans had been waiting anxiously for him to return and did not come to watch only to hear them bickering. However, looking at his chat they did not seem to mind at all. Still, there were more streamers live which audience might have a different opinion on that matter.

“Well, you did not pay for either Emma or me and we are definitely better snacks than I could ever find here.” They pointed to their friend’s little yellow character.  “So, I think I will take these as payment thank you very much.”

Corpse burst out laughing again a few seconds after, clutching his stomach that could barely take any more damage. (y/n) very well knew that whatever they had said was not funny at all. Or at least not this funny.

"What are they saying? Unplug your headphones!” (y/n) demanded while scooting the chair closer to the monitor.

After unplugging his headphones, Corpse asked Emma to repeat herself to share the comment with their mutual friend. He quickly pressed a button to increase the volume when she spoke up.

“We’re only worth five snacks??”

#corpse x reader #corpse x you #corpse #thelittleplantlover writes #stylistiquements

[cauliflowercounty]

Gone Too Far? (Fred Weasley x fem!Reader)

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: You Choose

Warning: Light swearing, some suggestive moments

A/N: Youre in an established relationship with Fred

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Fred and George have been on a major hot streak. The pranks were glorious and the castle had been in mayhem for the last week, which the twins basked in gleefully and your heart filled with warmth seeing Fred so happy and satisfied with his schemes.

It was obvious who the pranks had been orchestrated by, but the twins were masters of their craft, working with a couple of other trusted Gryffindors to create air-tight alibis and complex game plans, so it was impossible to provide evidence that it was them other than “of course it was the twins!”

This round of pranks all started when the twins decided to get under the Slytherin team’s skin before the upcoming quidditch match. Gryffindor would be playing Slytherin and Draco Malfoy had been targeting Harry as of late to get him off his game.

In order to even the playing field, the twins enchanted all the statues in the castle to shout insults about Draco Malfoy whenever anyone passed them, earning cheers from everyone not in Slytherin. Some of the favorites of the student body were “Draco Malfoy is a deviled old twat” and “Draco Malfoy’s wig is made of treated Sasquatch hair.”

The statues were finally silenced once the statue of the architect of Hogwarts in the front hall shouted that Draco Malfoy was “a bigoted mother fucking daddy’s boy,” which Professor Snape heard loud and clear while discussing the upcoming Quidditch match with Professor McGonagall. Snape quickly silenced the statue and set off to deal with all the others, leaving McGonagall with a small smile on her face.

Next, Fred and George set to messing with the whole team and had sent fraudulent report cards in unmarked envelopes that would read aloud the fake abysmal grades they’d written in them to all the members of the Slytherin quidditch team. Fred and George also sent them to all the Slytherins in Harry’s year for kicks, in order to freak them out, too. This, earned the slytherins a lot of unwanted attention and resulted in all of them wasting about two hours going to their professors, trying to resolve their grades only to find they were fake while Fred and George snickered in the corner and the Gryffindor team booked extra practice time while their opposition was distracted.

Additionally, the twins had charmed all the food at the Slytherin table to turn into ash in peoples mouths and the pumpkin juice to disappear during breakfast among other things.

The last incident was the grandest that had yielded exactly what the twins wanted, but also ended up unintentionally landing you in a 3 week long detention with Snape.

The Slytherin quidditch team had finally been able to book a practice on the Tuesday before the game this upcoming Saturday. The Slytherins has been relieved that they were able to book the pitch since the twins had been putting obstacles in their way for the last week. Their relief was short lived; the twins had arrived at the pitch two hours before Slytherins’ time slot and enchanted all the equipment.

Upon releasing the bludgers, things seemed normal at first until the quaffle started to turn red hot in the chasers’ hands each time someone caught it, causing the player to drop it and yelp in pain.

The bludgers were normal, until Crabbe and Goyle started hitting them. Each time a bludgers came in contact with the bat, the bludgers would split in two. This went unnoticed by the two beaters until all 16 of the bludgers decided to hurl themselves at the team captain, intimately causing him to flee. This resulted in Draco Malfoy losing sight of the snitch, but once he realized what had happened, catching the snitch was the least of his problems.

The snitch on the other hand, had grown to be about a meter in diameter, but it kept its old flight pattern and started to zip around the pitch, cutting into the stands with its wings, which were now blades of destruction. It hurled through the air, nearly knocking all the players off their brooms.

This turn of events made the whole team to abandoned practice and return to the castle and find Professor Snape, knowing full well the twins were behind this. Hopefully Snape would be able to take points at the very least or have them banned at the upcoming match, making the Gryffindor team to have no choice but to forfeit.

As the Slytherins rushed into the changing rooms to escape the gargantuan death snitch, Fred and George popped out from the changing stalls and confunded all of them I order to ensure this couldn’t be traced back to them, making a quick getaway.

After being confunded, none of the Slytherins remembered who was at fault for the outcome of practice, but passed by you studying for Transfiguration on their way to tell Snape what had happened, resulting in you being blamed for the mayhem since you were the last face they saw. This earned your three month detention and lost Gryffindor 50 points.

You knew it had been Fred and George who executed the prank. Most people if they wanted to mess with another team would dye something a different color or perform an easily reversed transfiguration, but charming all the equipment to produce a quidditch practice from hell reeked of Fred Weasley and seeing Fred Weasley’s face after you had your talking to from Professor Snape said it all.

Because of that, you and Fred aren’t talking currently, which was mostly the fault of Fred since he was suddenly to shy to come up and apologize. Maybe it was the look of death you have him after you saw his face? You desperately wanted to talk to him, but he was avoiding you at all costs.

Otherwise, the final days leading up to the game were wonderful. Now, you’re sitting at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, trying to get Harry psyched up.

“Come on, mate,” Ron says, pushing Harry’s plate toward him. “You gotta eat something. I haven’t seen you like this since your first quidditch match ever.”

“I’m just concerned about this time. Malfoy wants blood this time, especially this time since Fred and George have been merciless as of late,” Harry groans, shoving his head into his hands.

“But you gotta admit... Fred and George got him good. That statue moment was priceless,” Ron laughs. “Speaking of Freddie, are you taking with him again, y/n?”

“No,” you reply, “and it’s not my fault. He hasn’t spoken to me since I came out of Snape’s office. It’s too bad. I miss Freddie. I’m not even that mad at him anymore....”

Hermione raises her eyebrows at that comment. “Not mad at him?” she scoffs. “I’m not buying it, y/n. You were livid at him.”

“Well, that was only for 2 seconds. I can’t stay mad at that face,” you sigh, earning a fake barf noise from Ron. You roll you eyes at his reaction. “he did land me in Snape’s detention of all detentions for 3 weeks and lost us all valuable points. Now Ravenclaw is in the lead for house cup,” you explain, “but I’m over that. I want Freddie back.”

You smile, thinking about Fred and your late night conversations in the common room until 3am and the way he families when you laugh at his jokes. You sigh, hoping he’ll get over himself soon.

“Harry, eat something,” you say quickly, eager to change the conversation as you snap out for your day dream. “If you say Draco wants blood, you should eat so he doesn’t have the upper hand to begin with.”

You look over to the Slytherin table and they’re all horking down food like there’s no tomorrow.

“... also I think Crabbe and Goyle just ate a full chicken each,” you whisper, trying to look away from the two slytherin beaters with chicken fat smeared on their hands, face, and uniform. Your friends hiss at the sight and divert their eyes.

“Don’t worry, Harry,” Hermione smiles.

“Yeah,” you join in. “You’ve always been the better seeker.”

Harry nods in thanks and returns to his food, eating this time as you all hope for victory this afternoon.

~

“HARRY POTTER HAS SEEN THE SNITCH! He’s gaining in it and- Ooh! Draco Malfoy has just rammed into him from the side, pushing Potter off course! Now he’s after the snitch- Malfoy should really learn to find the snitch himself, lazy ass-“

“JORDAN!” McGonagall scolds angrily, glaring at Lee.

“Sorry, Professor! It just comes out!” Lee defends, but McGonagall shoots him a look of pure irritation. Turning back to the game, Lee stammers, “I-I mean... it won’t happen again! Potter and Malfoy are neck and neck! Fred Weasley deflects a bludgers header for his seeker! And now the seeker go into a dive! This is gonna be close!”

“GO HARRY!!” You shout as you watch Harry plummet towards the ground, swiftly pulling up inches above the ground.

The seekers fly forward, arms outstretched. From behind, a bludgers heads for Malfoy, knocking him forwards off his broom. As he falls, Malfoy grabs onto Harry’s robes and pulls him down to the ground with him. Both of them hit the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust on impact. A resounding chorus of oohs euros from the crowd. That must have hurt.

“And the seekers WIPE OUT!” Lee shouts, nearly leaning over the edge of the stands too far in order to get a good look.

As the dust clears, the crowd mourners and a figure emerges. It’s Harry, holding the fluttering, struggling snitch between his fingers.

The Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw stands erupt in joyous cheers at Slytherin’s loss. Groans and angry shouts fill the Slytherin stands as Draco Malfoy, holding his arm limps forward and angrily kicks his broomstick, bitter and jealous of Harry basking in the glory of a Gryffindor victory.

You sneak a look at your Freddie. He’s bumping bats with George, a gleeful smile on his face, knowing his pranks and psychological warfare paid off. Fred looks down to the stands, and his eyes scan for you. You smile as you lock eyes. A dopey grin breaks in his face as he realizes that your smile is directed at him. You wave to him, calling him over as the Gryffindors next to you clear stands to get to the after party in the common room that’s sure to last late into the night with streamers, confetti, loud radio music, and endless butter beer.

“Hi, Freddie,” you call as he pulls up in front of you on his Cleansweep.

“Hi..,” he respond, a little on edge since this is the first time he’s said anything to you in days. Fred knew it was wrong to ghost you after the incident, but the longer he waited, the harder it got to say something to you again. “Y/n- I’m so-”

You giggle as he starts. “It’s okay, Freddie. I’m not mad anymore,” you explain with a comforting look.

“Please! I just messed up and I didn’t know that the charm would-”

“Fred! I’m not mad at you! You don’t need to make a speech!” You clarify, reaching out to him. Surprised, he nods and touches down in the stands next to you. He demounts and sits next to you. Folding his hands into yours, you lean on his chest and he smiles at the closeness. He’d missed you more than he’s care to admit.

“How come you’re not mad at me? I landed you in detention.. with Snape!” he says, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Don’t remind me,” you shush, putting a finger to his lips. “All I wanted was a quick apology from you. Detention is a small price to pay.”

“You you think Georgie and I went overboard?” He asks you. “With the pranks?”

“If you didn’t go overboard, I’d be concerned,” you joke, learning you a small kiss. “It’s not like you to just half-ass a prank.”

“How do you even stand all my nonsense?” he asks, pulling you closer to him.

“It’s one of my many talents,” you quip. “And I love you. Now, go get changed, Mister Weasley. You smell like quidditch and we should be heading to the common room to celebrate your victory.”

He nods and grabs his broom.

“Come on,” he says, motioning for you to climb on behind him. You look at him incredulously. “I’m not letting you walk down all those stairs when it’s easier for you to hop on as I fly to the changing rooms. Get on, love. I don’t bite.”

“You,” you start, pointing at him, “know that’s an absolute lie, Fred Weasley. Remember that one time in that broom cupboard? And you just couldn’t-”

“Of course not! I cold too forget that,” Fred interrups, with a smirk. “I also happened to remembered we both agreed on a continuation of that encounter, but a follow up never happened...”

“Okay, okay, Freddie. Later,” you smile, climbing into the broom behind him and wrapping your arms around him. With a hearty Fred Weasley laugh he kicks off and you both fly off towards the changing rooms where he drops you off. As he heads in to change, you call to him that you’ll wait for him.

He shouts back, “no need to, love!”

You wait anyway. He smiles as he comes out with disheveled hair from changing, spotting you. He told his eyes as if to say “I can’t believe you waited again,” even though he loves that you sit and wait for him, and he takes your hand as you place a kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss immediately and holds you closely.

Breaking away reluctantly, you whisper “never leave me alone like that ever again, Freddie.”

“I don’t plan on it, y/n,” he smiles back, packing your cheek and pulling you toward the castle for the Gryffindor house party.

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #Fred weasley is a sweetheart

[shinydelirium]

MLQC Season 2 Chapter 12 (Kiro) Part 4 [Confession of the Stars] Translation [CN]

***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

For previous translations of Season 2 Chapter 12: Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3

Enjoy~

[Confession of the Stars]

Even so, I still didn’t see Kiro’s face. The hospital still expressed his unwillingness to see anyone.

But nonetheless, it was fine for me to text him. I want him to know that he is not alone.

As long as he wants, I will appear in front of him immediately.

In the past two days, Kiro has asked Savin to bring his belongings to him from time to time and sometimes buy a few books.

After entrusting a lawyer to submit my alibi for me, I no longer need to go to the Task Force for regular reports.

However, the previous hospital hostage incident triggered more and more group skirmishes and discussions on the Internet continued on.

Everyone wants become the one who wins the right to speak. On the other hand, the hostile takeover incident of LFG, which had been raging before, was gradually suppressed.

There hasn’t been much movement on LFG’s side, so the problem probably isn’t that serious. I also successfully sent out the USB flash drive according to Gavin’s instructions.

Many departments of the company are asking whether or not to follow the hot topics to produce a show. I was so busy that I could only text Kiro at night.

Such days lasted for more than a week.

After nine o’clock in the evening, I had just entered the house, dragging my weary body when Kiro called.

Kiro: ….Miss Chips?

His voice was a little cautious, wary, and even quivering.

MC: What’s wrong?

Kiro let out a little laugh from the other end.

I’ve been so out of it lately. It’s been a very long time since I heard him laugh so enthusiastically.

Kiro: MC, say my name.

MC: Kiro, are you okay? Why are you so happy?

He didn’t answer but just laughed happily.

Kiro: What are you up to?

MC: Of course, I just got home from a rough day at work. ***Changed some wording***

Kiro: Thanks for all the hard work, Miss Chips.

I was lying on the sofa and complaining to Kiro about recent events. He listened carefully, and from time to time he also grumbled about his troubles to me.

This moment gave me a certain illusion, as if nothing was wrong.

The next day I heard that Kiro asked Savin to bring his guitar.

At the same time, the Task Force came forward and started to take control of the chaotic situation reasonably and accurately.

I checked Weibo and found that more and more people are no longer emotionally angry, but deeper in discussion about the relationship between Evol and ordinary people.

Along with the nice weather, I think a lot of things are heading in a good direction little by little.

I had a rare chance to get off of work early today. After thinking about it, I went and bought Kiro’s favorite canelé and arrived at the door of his ward.

MC: It would be wonderful if I could see him today…

While I muttered this, I stretched out my hand to knock on the door.

Before I could, an overly harsh and messy guitar chord came to my ears and left me frozen in place.

The crude, sharp sound felt as if it was forced out like a shout being torn from a person’s throat and the chords held some frustration within them.

It was so depressing. It was even hard to breathe.

After a profound silence, a few faint guitar notes came quietly as if crying. The voice was soft and desperate, as if it was not a note.

But a shattered dream.

I leaned on the door and listened to the broken chords, holding my breath without making a sound.

Finally, I left the snack in the nurse’s care. I told her to give it to Kiro after waiting for a bit and then left.

On the way home, a new advertisement shot by Kiro some time ago is being displayed on the large screen on the side of the road.

Passerby A: Kiro clearly announced that he’s an Evolver. Why is he still so popular?

Passerby B: Kiro is Kiro. What does that have anything to do with being an Evolver?

Passerby A: Maybe he used some special Evol to control you and made you like him so much.

Passerby B: Do you actually know him or even understand him?! Of course, there’s a reason why Kiro is so well-liked. Do you think Evol can do everything?

Passerby B: I’ll show you this collection. You’ll understand after reading it. Why hasn’t he released a new song yet….?

The girl and her companions walked away slowly and I watched their backs disappear into the night.

In this turbulent moment, there are still many people talking about him, expecting him, and waiting for him. But at this time, I don’t want to tell him this.

Stars dotted the night sky, watching the whole city tenderly and peacefully.

I took a photo of this night sky with my phone and sent it to Kiro.

I don’t know what Kiro is struggling by himself, but I hope he won’t make all his expectations become his own burdens.

There was no reply from Kiro that night.

Until 7:25 the following evening, my phone rang.

***During this next scene, the 3rd anniversary song is being played. It made the entire scene so much more emotional and touching but also sad. The BGM in this whole chapter was meticulously chosen.***

Kiro: Good evening, Miss Chips.

Kiro: How did you know that I wanted to eat canelé? When I ate it yesterday, tears were about to come out.

MC: Tears from the corners of your mouth? ***T/N: She means drooling***

Kiro: Hehe, hurry up and remove the camera you installed on me!

MC: If there really was a webcam, that would be great….by the way, how are you today? ***Woah, woah, MC!!! So you want to upgrade from sneaky pictures to sneaky videos? MY GIRL!!!***

Kiro: Of course, I’m doing well!

MC: That’s good. It seems that the retreat is working effectively.

Hearing what I said, he laughed. His voice full of energy.

But we both know that these are all tacit masks.

Kiro is too clever. He must know how weak his excuses for shutting himself up are.

So weak that he doesn’t believe them himself.

When 7:30 came around, Kiro stopped talking. Then suddenly he spoke solemnly.

Kiro: Miss Chips, I want to play some songs for you.

MC: Okay! I haven’t heard you play a song in a long time.

Gentle guitar music came slowly from the other end of the phone. I imagined Kiro playing right now and closed my eyes, feeling a little nostalgic.

Soon, one song was finished.

Kiro: Sitting on the bed and closing my eyes just now, it felt like I was in a concert.

MC: That’s not right. The audience hasn’t arrived yet and you can’t have a concert with just you.

Kiro: Then come to the special concert. A concert dedicated by Kiro himself.

Kiro: Miss Chips is the only special guest.

MC: That’s not very monotonous.

Kiro: How could it be?

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you standing by the window right now? Can you see the stars outside?

Listening to what he said, I immediately got up and went to the balcony.

The stars outside the window twinkled and hung in the night sky like little lights.

MC: I can!!!

Kiro: My favorite stage is like this starry sky.

Kiro: That was my first stage. It was not very big and crowded with people.

Kiro: That day was the same as today, a sky full of stars. There was a long passage leading to the main stage.

Kiro: Every time I stepped on a square, a star will light up under my feet.

Kiro: The audience turned on the flash from the back of their phones and the whole world seemed to be connected into a sea of stars.

Kiro: In that moment, I told myself to shine in this sea of stars and become the brightest one.

I slowly listened to him talking about his beloved stage and the brightest star in his heart.

I was on this end of the phone, looking at the starry night outside. I could feel him holding my hand and leading me towards the stage.

I saw him piously touching the places he knew and missed the most, holding the guitar and standing in the most radiant place.

His entire being seems to be shining.

Kiro: Miss Producer, would you say I’ve done it? 

MC: Of course.

MC: You did it long ago.

Kiro laughed lightly. This time the guitar music was accompanied by his singing.

His voice is so soft and sincere, like some kind of long-distance reunion. Like a farewell to something.

After a dozen songs were sung one after another, Kiro’s voice was already a little hoarse.

MC: ….Since it’s a concert, can I still have an encore?

Kiro: (chuckles) Since it’s MC’s request, I would definitely not refuse it.

Kiro: This is the last song called “Confession of the Stars”.

***T/N: Decided to include both the EN and CN versions of the lyrics. I’m not a songwriter so the CN version is what Google Translate gave me. I really love Bian Jiang’s singing in this scene so do give it a listen 😉. Also, I love how there’s no BGM music playing while he sings because I feel like that would just take away some of the emotion.***

Kiro: (EN version) “I got a song that I wanna sing for you~ It may not be perfect, but it will have to do~”

“Dreaming your dreams and going your own way~ Sometimes you feel lonely, sometimes heartbreak…”

(CN version) “There is a song I want to sing for you~ For you who work hardest in the world~”

“On the road towards your dream~ Sometimes you feel a little lonely….”

***Now I can’t hear this song the same way ever again. WHY, KIRO!?! TELL ME WHY!?!? YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO BREAK MY HEART!!! TAT***

When I heard the familiar, leisurely melody, I was overwhelmed. The song seemed to pass through time, embracing me tenderly.

I always feel that something will end after this song. I want to try my best to hold onto it, but I can only grasp at nothingness. ***FORESHADOWING!!! Actually, this entire “concert” is.***

Eventually, I could only wait quietly for it to come to an end.

Kiro: (sighs) The concert is over. Thank you, Miss Chips.

Kiro: (In the sweetest, most tender voice): Good night.

-End of Part 4-

#spoilers #mlqc #mlqc spoilers #mlqc season 2 #mlqc season 2 spoilers #translations #mlqc translations #mlqc season 2 translations #kiro #kiro spoilers #love and producer #koi to producer #mr love queen's choice #mr love game #mr love dream date #mldd

[onmyownforalways]

The Donut Pt. 3

Camp: *tense music playing in the background*

Me: *examining the board of suspects* AH HA!! I HAVEN’T CHECKED OLYMPUS!!!

*teleports to Olympus*

Me: OKAY YOU GODLY IDIOTS, WHO STOLE MY DONUT??!!!!!??

Poseidon: Oh dear gods. Aleana, daughter, what are you doing?

Me: Dad, I’m finding out who stole my donut. I WON’T REST TILL I FIND OUT WHO ATE DONA!!

Dionysus: You named your doughnut? And I thought that I was crazy.

Zeus: You are crazy!

Demeter: SHE HAS GOOD REASON TO NAME DONA. SHE WAS MADE OF MY FINEST WHEAT!! Also, dear, you should eat more.

Me: No, Aunt Demeter, I am not going to eat more-

Me: OKAY YOU GODLY IDIOTS, WHO STOLE MY DONUT??!!!!!?? TELL ME NOW OR DIE!!!

Apollo: I have the perfect haiku for this-

Everyone on Olympus: NO!! SHUT UP!!!

Me: I know one of you stole it. Now give me your alibi’s or else I will grab my sword.

Hades: I was with my siblings. You know, your dad, Zeus, Hera, Demeter, and Hestia! We are making Mother a present!!!

Me: *dramatic gasp* Y’all are finally gonna go see Grandma Rhea!! You do realize you could have seen her all those years ago, right?

*awkward silence fills the room*

Hestia: Okay, good point, but us six didn’t go near the kitchen where you were making baked goods today!! We were at Demeter’s place!

Me: Okay, all of your alibis pass. Now onto the others.

Hermes: I was hanging out with Apollo in his Sun Chariot. It is easier to deliver mail that way. And, Apollo needs help on not destroying trees during his landings, so.

Me: Both of you are free to go. I know cause I saw him burning down a tree earlier today. Poor tree.

Artemis: Well, I was out with my-

Me: Hunters, yes, I know. Mainly cause I already interrogated them. Mwahahahaha!!

*everyone takes a step back*

Athena: Me and Hephestus were making weapons and battle plans.

Hephestus: Actually, Athena needs help with her architectural book-

Athena: SHUT UP!! I TOLD YOU THAT WITH PRIDE!

Me: Ahhhh. Pride. One of your flaws.

Athena: I-

Dionysus: *snorts* This is entertaining.

Me: *glares*

Dionysus: Actually, I was at camp with Chiron. We were discussing the new changes to the climbing wall.

Everyone: *in shock*

Dionysus: HEY!! I can care about the campers. They’ve grown on me a little bit.

Ares: Well that’s new. I was in the training Arena. I needed to train, and I wanted to check out the new training dummies

Aphrodite: Oh my turn, okay. Well, I was first I was shipping Percabeth, then I was shipping Jiper, then Frazel, then Caleo, then I decided to mess with all of their love lives, and then I decided to play matchmaker, and then- *stops when she sees everyone glaring at her*

Aphrodite: Hehe-

Me: Well, that’s all of those suspects. WAIT!!! THAT ONLY LEAVES……..

To Be Continued…..For The Last Time……..Kinda

[AN: Who do y'all think the last suspects are?]

#Aleana Jackson #Pjo Memes #Pjo Fandom #PJO #HOO #DONUT IS STILL MISSING #Dona #Olympus #Olympians #poseiden #zues #hades #rhea #hestia #demeter #hera #artemis #apollo #athena #dionysus #ares #aphrodite #hermes #hephestus

[spaceskam]

The Road You Didn’t Take (7/7)

day 7 of @michaelguerinweek : “I’m only here to establish an... ali-bi.”

Happy bi visibility day!

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Michael woke up to the feeling of fingers on his jaw, tilting his head towards a pair of lips that kissed his nose and his cheek and eventually his lips when he made a noise to show he was awake.

Alex’s tongue slipped past his lips, bringing him to life nice and slow. If he woke up every morning like this, it would truly be heaven. Alex’s hand dragged over his side and pulled him as close as he could as he kissed him. Michael pressed against him and wanted to never move.

“You gotta get up,” Alex murmured as he broke the kiss. Michael whined, reluctantly opening his eyes. Alex was right there and looking all too beautiful for just having woken up. “You’ve got an interview. Go shower and make yourself look nice, I ordered food.”

“Can’t I just stay here?” Michael pleaded. Alex hummed, his thumb dragging over his bottom lip.

“No,” he said simply, “You need to get ready.”

“You’re a tease,” he complained.

“Mmm, is it teasing if we both know I’ll deliver later?” Alex asked. Michael nearly melted which only earned him two more kisses before Alex patted his hip. "Get up."

It took a lot more effort than he would ever imagine, but he managed to get out of bed and not fall over when he did so. Alex got out of bed much easier and stretched in all his half-naked glory. Yeah, this couldn't be real. There was no fucking way.

"Stop staring and go take a shower!" Alex laughed, "You gotta impress these people so you can get buff like you so desperately want."

Michael dragged himself to the bathroom and found himself smiling so wide that it hurt for no goddamn reason. Well, there was a reason. Because apparently he got to hook up with Alex now. That was something he could do. He didn't know what exactly that meant in the long run or if this was something they were going to keep doing, but he knew Alex promised more and he had an interview and he was on top of the world.

He'd been wanting something better for so long and finally he was getting that something better.

He came out of the shower as quick as possible, still drying himself off as he walked out. Alex was sitting on the desk, sipping coffee and looking at his phone. Michael hadn't seen him have a phone since the moment he stepped in his car on Friday.

"Look, see," Alex said, showing his phone to Michael as he came close. It was an instagram post on a Fever Dream fan account saying that Alex was seen in Mississippi. "Told you."

"That only has, like, 200 likes, did you search your name or something?" Michael laughed.

"I gotta know where they think I am so my band doesn't try to track me down," Alex said, " I left a note saying they could keep the name and their share of the royalties, but I'm not coming back.i still don't trust them to not make it harder."

"I'll keep you hidden," Michael promised. Alex smiled, leaning over to kiss his damp cheek.

"Thank you, but it'll come out eventually. I just need more time, you know?" he said. Michael nodded.

The delivery girl came as Michael texted Isobel good morning and a short promise to tell her about what happened. She sent back a series of emojis that seemed to show how scandalized she was. He just rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Alex. He rested his head on his shoulder they ate, refusing to sacrifice any semblance of closeness. Alex didn't seem to mind.

It was easy to be comfortable with him despite it being so new. Very new. He technically just met him two days ago and already he wanted to glue himself to his side. He'd never met anyone that made him feel like that. He refused to give it back.

"You know, if I get this job, I bet they'd be okay with you staying with me," Michael suggested casually. Alex laughed.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I should get an apartment," Alex said. Michael sort of felt like that was a rejection, but he tried really hard not to. "Let's date first."

"Date," Michael repeated, "Going on a date with Alex Manes.That sounds like something teenage me manifested."

"But last night wasn't?" Alex laughed. Michael lifted his head.

"I was never bold enough to ever even consider that might happen. Still processing."

"Let me help you process some more," Alex offered, his fingers pressing into Michael's jaw to pull him in for a kiss. It was more than welcome.

They sat and kissed for a long time, just making out like they had all the time in the world. In some way, they kind of did have all the time in the world. Wasn't that something?

"Alright, let's go so you're not late," Alex said.

They made their way towards the front desk and that same kid was back for his night shift. He paled a little when he saw Alex again, but Alex just smiled slyly and walked right up him.

"We're gonna check out," Alex said. The kid nodded and started to pull up the paper they needed to sign.

"So, where are y'all headed?" he kid asked.

"Florida," Alex answered easily. Michael didn't question him, choosing to stay quiet until they got into the car

"Florida?" Michael asked.

"I'm only here to establish an alibi," Alex stated with a sigh. Michael smiled and shook his head.

"Fair enough."

Alex took his hand again as they followed the GPS directions towards the farm. The closer they got, the more neevous Michael felt, but he tried to hide it as best as he could. He just needed to stay calm. Alex was going to wait at a coffee shop that was a few miles away and look online for an actual hotel to stay at until he found an apartment. They were going to start a life here. A new one where they were happy and unbothered. Or that was the plan.

"You're going to do incredible," Alex promised as the got to the coffee shop. Michael was too nervous to make a comment on whether he believed that or not. Alex grabbed his face and kissed him enough to take away some of it. "Call me when you're done?"

A stupid, giddy smile found Michael's face. "I don't have your phone number."

"Whoops," Alex laughed. He took his phone though and typed it in before giving it back. He gave him another kiss before getting out of the car and going inside. Michael took a deep breath before heading towards the farm.

He was greeted by an older couple who were immediately welcoming. They explained that the heavy lifting was getting a little more difficult in their old age and their son was leaving for college and didn't have plans on coming back to the farm, so they needed someone to help out. He promised he was down for anything and they liked the sound of that. They showed him to the little airstream that was on the far end of the property that even had its own driveway towards the main road. It was small, but it was enough and it would be the first time he had his own space. He wondered if he and Alex could fit in the bed.

They showed him around the farm, the different barns, the different fields, and introduced him to the animals. Anything he wasn't sure how to do, he promised he could learn. Which he could. He'd always been a fast learner. He found himself getting giddy as he pet the cows and got a look at the tractor. It all was so appealing to him. Why hadn't he done this before? He remembered being so deadset on being an agricultural engineer that it hadn't even crossed his mind to do something similar. This felt similar.

Not only did it feel similar, it felt like the start of something new. It felt like he was finally going to be able to be himself. Truly and purely and he was excited.

Damn, it felt good to be excited.

"So when can you start?"

#mgweek20 #guerinweek20 #malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #rnm fic #my fic

[five-miles-over]

New Girl (High School!Commodus x Reader)

Summary: You are a new student at Institutum Romanus Educational (which is supposed to be Latin for “Roman Educational Institute”) and come across some fascinating characters (I mean classmates). Sort of based off a ‘Gladiator’ AU listicle. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: A cheesy meet-cute scene

Word Count: 1,663

When you’d came to Rome to visit your father during your winter holiday, you had only hoped it would be a temporary break from your mundane life back in your hometown. Perhaps you’d get a chance to see the quaint streets covered in frost, or visit the Tiber River. And like most children, you would get a present - maybe new clothes, or a gadget. A brochure for a new school was certainly not what you were expecting as a gift.

Yet here you were, on your first day of the new semester in January, walking to your first period. All you were hoping for was nothing but a peaceful end to your 10th year. You were now to be a student at the Institutum Romanus Educational, or IRE as many playfully called it. It was perplexing to you why a school would insist upon retaining its Latin name, but your parents said it was reinstated by its current principal Marcus Aurelius. He was supposedly an admirer of the Classics and wanted his children to have a good understanding of ancient languages.

The first period of the day was Physics, which you never had a huge affinity towards, but were certainly not averse to. The teacher was kind, and he seemed to be quite enthusiastic about the content he was talking about. After being armed with two problem sets about electromagnetism, you had to walk across the entire building to your next class - English.

Throughout the hall, many of the sights weren’t very different from your old school - there were cliques of people talking to each other, and a few couples making out in front of the lockers. Campaign posters of a girl named Lucilla Aurelius were plastered across the wall. You were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her on your way to class and by gods, the posters did not do her justice. She was gorgeous.

Flanked by two “minions” or girls wearing blouses and skirts similar to the pink-and-white combination she was wearing, she held a box of buttons that said, “Vote for Lucilla, Vote for Rome” on them. With a charismatic grin, she was passing them out to various people and telling them to vote for her for their Student Body President.

Another voice rose from the cacophony in the hallways. “I wouldn’t even know if a rat had chewed off the ends of her thin strands, that’s how ugly that girl’s haircut is.” A bald boy wearing an Assassin’s Creed shirt loomed over a girl with a pixie cut, who was crying.

He was answered by a larger boy, a seemingly more bulky one. “Quinn, I don’t think that’s how to get over being dumped. Just leave her alone.”

“Hagen, you piece of meat.” Quinn grumbled, leaving the tiny girl to pick up her books from the floor. Hagen gave her the rest of her things and sent her off to class.

When you entered your English class, you heaved a sigh of relief that you were on time. The board saying ‘Hamlet’ assured you that you had reached the correct classroom. The seats were almost all filled except for one placed in front of a green-eyed boy with cropped dark hair.

He was probably the perfect mix of gothic and preppy - his bangs were long enough to fall over his brow, and he wore a barely noticeable layer of eyeliner. His crisp, black button-down, paired with his skinny jeans and black designer boots, served as a stark contrast to the sweat pants and hoodies many of the other male students wore.

You waved politely only to find him idly writing something in a journal. It looked like something in elaborate cursive, and you would’ve looked further if the teacher didn’t begin taking attendance. And if it doing so wouldn’t make you look completely creepy.

Within moments, the teacher began lecturing about one of Shakespeare’s most famous tragedies, calling upon various students to read scenes out loud for the rest of the class. A few kids named Gregory and Falcon read for the parts of Polonius, the chamberlain of Denmark, and Laertes, the son of Polonius.

You were nearly caught by surprise when the teacher invited you to read Ophelia’s lines in front of the class from Act 1, Scene 3 of the play. It wasn’t exactly on your agenda to attract much attention on your first day, but you decided to accept anyways. Standing in front of the class, you read Ophelia’s lines loud and clear while your green-eyed mystery, named Commodus, read Hamlet’s lines with passion. He seemed like he was born for this role.

“Thank you, both of you.” Your teacher applauded both of you after the scene was completed. When you returned to your seat, you saw a hand reach towards you from behind, holding a yellow sticky note. Quickly taking it, you tucked it under your knee before you could get caught.

“Commie’s passing notes in class again,” Gregory taunted, leading the entire class to laugh with him as the boy sitting behind you fumed with embarrassment. “Infatuated with the girl reading Ophelia, he seems to forget when the stage ends and when real life begins.”

The teacher’s eyebrows furrowed at Gregory’s remark. “Y/N, is this true? Did Commodus give you a note?”

“No, not at all,” you lied for him. “He didn’t give me a note at all, I just dropped my sticky notes and he gave them back to me.” Ignoring Gregory’s eye-rolling, the teacher reluctantly accepted your alibi and continued to lecture until the bell rung.

“Nice reading voice.” A boy in a burnt orange jacket offered you a kind smile as you both left the classroom. “You, uh, the new girl?”

“I am, thanks,” you nodded. “And you are?”

“The new boy,” he joked. “Sort of - I came here a few months ago from Australia. Actually Spain’s my homeland - I was born there.”

“So you’re a Spaniard?”

“No, I’m Max, but Spaniard works,” he winked, eliciting a laugh from you. “Want me to walk you to your next class?”

“If it’s not too much trouble for you,” you answered. “You wouldn’t by chance happen to know where World History is?

Max grinned. “That’s just where I’m headed. You looked confused when you entered - thought you could use a friendly face on your first day.”

“Thank you for making me feel a bit more welcome, Max.” You replied, letting him lead you through the crowd of students. Unbeknownst to the both of you, a pair of jealous peridot eyes followed the two of you until you turned the corner and disappeared.

Later that day, when lunchtime came around, your eyes widened at the color and variety of the flavorful dishes being served. It was almost like they were being prepared by gourmet chefs. You couldn’t help but smile at how pretty your tray looked; penne with a creamy tomato sauce, arugula salad with a balsamic vinaigrette, a piece of bread, and freshly cut fruit.

Deciding against the crowded cafeteria, you decided to take a chance to explore some of the other hallways in your new school. You wondered just how big your new school could possibly be. Did they have an indoor pool, a large gymnasium, a library,…or an auditorium? Holding your tray close to your chest, you walked into the large theater. In the center of the breathtakingly colossal stage, you found Commodus sitting cross-legged next to his shoulder bag and a thermos.

“Hello,” you quietly greeted him, approaching the edge of the stage and climbing up.

“Shouldn’t you be eating in the cafeteria?”, he asked, slightly perplexed, looking up from the book he was reading.”No,” you replied, placing your backpack down. “It wasn’t really my scene at my old school. I used to eat in the library or the music room.”

Commodus hummed in acknowledgment, returning to his copy of Dracula and his thermos of black coffee. “Where’s your lunch?” You asked, sitting next to him.

“I don’t usually eat any. I’m too busy.”

You pushed your tray towards him. “Would you like to share some of mine?”

“Yes, thank you.” He ripped off a piece of the bread and dipped it into the pasta sauce before chewing it. Commodus allowed himself a few more bites partially because he didn’t want to seem rude and…you seemed likable.

A few moments of silence took place while the two of you ate before you glanced at the clock. “Well…it’s time for me to go to my next class,” you commented.

“Oh…” His eyes looked slightly downcast when you told him you had to leave. “You look lovely!” You froze at his sudden compliment. “That…that was what I hoped to tell you in that note I gave you. That you look exquisite - your hair, your lips, your eyes- it reminded me of Lady Ophelia when you read her lines. You’re…you look more beguiling than she would be.”

“That’s quite sweet of you, Commodus.” You said with a small smile, flabbergasted. “Thank you, I…I’m quite flattered.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. Most people don’t understand my references or my vocabulary.” Commodus stammered, relieved that you didn’t find him disturbing for comparing you to a Shakespearean heroine. “Thank you for sharing your lunch and your time with me, Y/N.”  

“Of course,” you extended your hand, expecting to shake his. “It was nice meeting you, Commodus.”

Accepting your gesture, he clasped your hand and softly kissed your knuckles, causing you to blush. Usually, princes from fairytales would do something so chivalrous. “It was nice meeting you too,” Commodus replied.

“I’ll see you later, then.” You carried your tray and backpack and began leaving the auditorium. Commodus watched you leave, hoping that perhaps you wouldn’t be like many of the other new kids, pretending to be nice before getting swept away by the popular students. That perhaps you would be…just as special as he already thought you were.

#commodus x reader #gladiator 2000 #gladiator au #commodus #emperor commodus #commodus fic