#I get they don’t want you to rig the results but like. please

[novorehere]

Tumblr not letting you edit the tags on poll posts is a targeted crime towards indecisive perfectionists who are prone to typos aka me specifically

#op #I get they don’t want you to rig the results but like. please #I HAVE to be able to edit tags. I literally cannot live with myself if I decide I dislike the phrasing on one of my posts #this happens literally every time I post a poll and I end up deleting it early 😭

[ashe-tree]

Ouch

Leone x reader smut. MINORS DNI, please🥲

Also, I'm well aware that I don't have Akame Ga Kill in my fandoms list. But I've been working on this one shot for a few years, and while it was supposed to be posted onto wattpad, I decided to post it here. I will not do request for this fandom unless it's for Leone. Yes, this is favouritism.

[This is either in the afterlife or an alive AU, i’m not entirely sure. it’s up to you guys :) but all nightraid characters are here :P]

“waiit, Lubbock!” Y/n hiccuped, holding their cider tightly in their hand and stumbling to get onto their feet to stop their friend from doing something stupid. “You don’t have to do this, man! just- just come back and sit with meeee!” the shorter of the two whined at Lubbock.

He just chuckled at how drunk Y/n had become from all of the cider they drank. “Noo, no, I want to do this for you! I’ll make sure she plays with us, okay?” Lubbock grinned before walking out to the hall and yelling at the top of his lungs, “WE’RE PLAYING SPIN THE BOTTLE IN HERE, COME JOIN US!” and before Y/n could say anything more, the rest of Night Raid came down to join them. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” he grinned before placing the empty bottle on the ground.

Everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice him rig the bottle. Even Mine seemed to be too out of it to notice the thin wires. “Alright, who goes first?” Lubbock grinned at everyone as Sheele raised her hand, 

“I’ll go first.” She spun the bottle and it landed on Chelsea. The two women looked at each other as Chelsea smirked cockily while she crawled over to Sheele, kissing the other, then moved back to her spot.

Chelsea spun the bottle, giving Tatsumi a wink causing Mine’s jealousy to spike as she hugged him, shooting a death glare at Chelsea. However, it didn’t land on him. It landed on Bulat. The two shrugged and kissed. Bulat immediately wiping off his mouth before spinning the bottle himself.

Finally, Lubbock's plan could move to phase three. Bulat and Leone kissed, the two laughing the whole time.

Now, here’s the thing about Lubbock. While he may be perverted and a total pain in the ass sometimes, he loved his friends and would do anything for them. So when Y/n had drunkenly confessed about their feelings towards the blonde butch of the group, he suggested playing spin the bottle. Y/n didn’t realize to what lengths he would go for his best friend. Rigging the game to set the two up.

And when Leone spun the bottle, Lubbock pulled on the strings and made the bottle stop on Y/n. Without anyone noticing. Y/n’s face turned red, almost looking uncomfortable with the result. Their best friend just nudged them with a grin and a wink. Leone had already made her way over to the two, and as she sat down on Y/n’s lap, she said, “we don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. I mean, I don’t wanna lose, but I don't want to force you either.” she smiled at Y/n, it was a surprisingly sweet smile.

“No.. no, it’s not that.. er.. well.. I do want to play! it’s just.. um..” Y/n couldn’t finish their sentence before grabbing their cider and taking a big clunk. Then they kissed Leone, trying to convey their feelings through the drunken kiss. And once it was over, Y/n muttered out that they liked the blonde before getting up and leaving. Their face, as hot as a furnace as Y/n retreated back to their own room.

Leone just looked stunned before smiling and getting up. “You guys continue without us~” she winked at left, following Y/n to their room.

“Hey, don't be too loud!” Lubbock said, the rest of the group blushing and giggling at what was happening.

“No promises!” Leone yelled back, vanishing in the hallway. Once she arrived at the room, Leone knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She asked with a grin.

The door opened to reveal Y/n, blushing and confused. “Why’re you here?” they looked up at the taller woman from behind the door.

“Well, that was pretty cowardly of you. Leaving me there with the others after that confession.” She walked in with force, not waiting for Y/n to open the door more. “I couldn't let you slip away that easily.” Leone purred as she walked up to them, towering over the drunk and timid Y/n.

“What are you getting at, Leone?” Y/n asked, taking a step back. They felt somewhat uncomfortable in this situation. Not because they didn't like it. It was for the opposite reason. 

They loved Leone and wanted Leone to love them, but Y/n also had heavy self-esteem issues and didn't think they were good enough for the lioness-like woman. 

“I'm saying, I like you too.” Leone said with a toothy grin. “I want you.” She grabbed Y/n's hands, holding them in her own.

Her statement got Y/n to blush more as they swallowed hard. “You do..?” They muttered out, like it was an impossible outcome. They weren't sure if this was a dream or not.

“If you'll have me.” Leone cupped their cheek, but not before guiding a strand of hair behind their ear. Y/n couldn't believe their eyes. Leone was blushing.

It stunned them. This woman, who seemed so confident and so far out of their reach, was looking at them with such love and adoration. They could only nod as an answer. But it didn't matter how they answered, just that they did. And Leone couldn't help but be overjoyed at this.

She leaned forward, her face stopping an inch away from theirs as she looked into Y/n's eyes, searching for any kind of rejection at the action. Instead, Y/n leaned the rest of the way in, kissing the woman they had been dreaming about since they met her.

The kiss quickly became heated, the two couldn't help it. It was probably thanks to the alcohol in their systems.

What was also probably due to the alcohol was how ballsy Y/n really was at the moment. They had always seen themself as submissive. So it came to a surprise to both parties when Y/n started to take the lead.

With Leone on the bed, laying on her back and Y/n on top of her, she was gasping and whimpering every time they kissed her neck or dragged their fingers over the skin of her collarbone and chest. “You're so pretty~” Y/n murmured into her ear. “So pretty..~”

“Stop teasing me..” She pleaded, hiding her face in her hands. This was unbelievable! She had always been the more dominant one in nature. But now the roles were reversed for some reason. “Please, Y/n..” Leone whined.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “wow~ you’re so submissive~!” They teased. Then they kissed her collarbone, then a little further down. Then stopped, “may I?” Y/n asked, and they may have been drunk, but they weren't about to proceed without proper consent.

“Y-” Leone took a second to clear her throat before continuing. “Yes.” She blushed. She couldn't help it. She wasn't used to this much love from someone. Let alone in this scenario. And the fact that despite Y/n's clear drunkenness, they didn't force themself onto her like others had.

They wanted her to enjoy herself.

And Y/n made good on that. They were gentle with her.

When they thumbed over her nipples and left hickeys all over her, they said a lot of small praises like “You're so pretty” and “so good for me..” or “you're so brave and so strong, but I want to treat you now, pretty girl.” Praising her was so easy when they admired her so much.

They were so gentle with her. She had heard about how they liked to bite people they loved. Hell, she had been bitten a few times before as well, but here there were no teeth. And not because they didn't think she could handle it, they knew she could. But right now, it wasn't about them. It was about her. Y/n’s bites were selfish, so their biting held no place here.

Leone gasped, Y/n had taken one of her nipples in their mouth and was sucking on it, their tongue teasing the small bud. And a smile appeared on their lips against her when they felt Leone's fingers comb through their hair and hold their head in place.

The soft whimpers that Y/n heard just made them want to do more. And so, with a rough squeeze, they kissed their way over to the other side, taking her other nipple into their mouth and giving it the same treatment.

Once their focus on her chest stopped, Y/n looked up at her face again. “Lower..?” Their voice was barely audible. And all Leone could do was nod and hum in silent plea.

Y/n moved off of the bed, and proceeded to clumsily yet somehow skillfully remove her pants. A small gasp was heard and Leone suddenly felt self-conscious. Was she not pretty? Did it not look right? Did they change their mind after seeing something they didn't like?

Instead, she heard “You're so beautiful..”

And almost immediately, Y/n fell to their knees and rested their hands on her knees. “I want..” they started, their mind seemingly drifting away under the influence of alcohol. “I want to taste you. Can I?”

Why did they kind of sound excited when they asked that? Like she was their treat? It didn't matter, since it still made her feel special, fuzzy inside. Though, that could have been the alcohol.

“Please..” She gasped. She couldn't not be honest about it. She wanted them to eat her out. And that was special. None of the others she had been with treated her this well or did this for her and not out of selfishness. Hell, if she wanted any real pleasure, she would always have to take control. But it was nice to be pampered like this. It's why she was more dominant often. But with Y/n, their focus was solely on pleasuring her. “I want you..”

Y/n’s face burned as they looked up at her with a wide eyed awe. It made her giggle. And they smiled at her at the noise. Then they peppered kisses from her knees, up her thighs and- they completely hopped over her core, where she needed them most. Instead they kissed down her other thigh.

“Y- Y/n.. please..” Leone begged, her voice weak. And it just made the smaller of the two giggle.

“So needy~” they bit down on her inner thigh, making her yelp with surprise.

“Y/n!!”

The person in question could only chuckle as they placed their cheek against Leone's thigh. She was so pretty from this angle. 

Feeling as though they've done enough teasing, Y/n finally gave her what she wanted. They moved their head in, resting snuggly between her thighs as their lips found their way around her clit.

The sudden contact made Leone startle, shuddering under Y/n with a gasp. And Leone could tell that Y/n had never done this before because, this wasn’t that great. It wasn't even good. But she still felt amazing. She was drunk and honestly drunk sex is the best sex in her opinion, because it doesn't need to be that good for her to still feel amazing. That was until-

“FUCK-! Y/n- Y/n, baby, careful...” Leone gripped Y/n’s hair and tried to yank them away after they bit her. “no-.. no biting.. please..”

"Sor-sorry! you just.. I just-.. I'm sorry..” They apologised. It sounded like they wanted to say something else, but..

“What is it?” Leone asked, her voice caring as she sat up on the bed. And Y/n shook their head.

“Nothing, Leone, you just taste like candy.. I kind of forgot what was happening..” Y/n blushed with a giggle.

And Leone couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. Y/n, the sweet little cinnamon roll, had thought of Leone as candy and actually started trying to eat her. Maybe drunk sex with this dork wasn’t the best idea.

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Yea, sorry for the weird post. Might make a part two if I feel like it. But silly ending!!

#akame ga kill #leone akame ga kill #leone x reader #smut #akame ga kill smut #fluff #leone akame ga kill x reader #leone smut

[krisingtons]

Hey, I’d love to ask for your headcanons about something! How do you think Izuku and Tsukauchi get along? All Might is close with both of them, so I’d imagine they got introduced at some point! We don’t see them interact much in canon, but I can imagine they would get along great because of their problem-solving abilities. I imagine Tsukauchi would be more of the “fun uncle” and be like “hey kid, lemme tell you about this stupid thing Toshi did once.” And Izuku’s like “ALL MIGHT LORE. YES PLEASE.” And Toshi is in the background going “NaOMASAA PLS DO NOT IT WAS STUPID AND ONLY THE ONE TIME. LETS NOT GIVE THE KID ANY IDEAS!!!”

Oooh, what a good ask, Anon! This is giving me all kinds of thoughts (The Stars Shine Brighter Part 2 perhaps?) but I'll stick to my most immediate ones for now.

(Disclaimer: I only read Vigilantes in pieces and therefore my understanding of Tsukauchi as a character may be limited or incorrect.)

I love the idea that Tsukauchi snitches on All Might's past, and I agree that it would go down exactly the way you describe. In my head, though, that would be a bit of a "later" thing. I've always headcanoned that Izuku is actually relatively shy around Tsukauchi, and so I think it would take Izuku some time to warm up to him. I had to take some time to think about why I headcanon that, and I think it's two things.

Tsukauchi has a very unique relationship to All Might, which is one of the things that draws me to his character. There's no requirements or power dynamics between them to speak of, which is practically unheard of for All Might. Tsukauchi is not like Gran Torino who has an obvious kind of power over All Might from their past, and he's not like Nighteye where Nighteye was too caught up in his image of All Might to see him as he truly is. In fact, Tsukauchi actively refuses to benefit from his connection to All Might as we see in Vigilantes below.

(con't) I think one reason All Might likes and respects Tsukauchi so much is because he is generally unfazed by All Might as a figure. Respectful, yes, but not awe-struck. As a result, I think Izuku is intrigued by Tsukauchi but uncertain of how to interact with him himself. He'd understand to be respectful because he's an adult and respected in his field, sure, but it wouldn't be like Gran Torino or Nighteye who clearly have and assert a higher status than Izuku. Because All Might is much more casual with him, I think Izuku would be unsure about how to form his own dynamics with Tsukauchi and would need his and All Might's guidance on how casual he's allowed to be. I could see this being prompted by both situations you describe, either analytical talk or through secret yet fun All Might lore.

I also headcanon that, at some point, Izuku realizes that when All Might told Izuku on the rooftop to maybe be a police officer instead of a hero because it's a way to help people and "a fine profession," he was probably talking about Tsukauchi. I think Izuku might have felt like the police officer thing was a second tier option at the time, but once he sees how much All Might respects Tsukauchi, Izuku might realize he was being genuine, which would give him a new kind of fascination with Tsukauchi, especially since I don't think Izuku even knows Tsukauchi's quirk (or if he even has one). So I think his shyness would partially be curiosity paired with not wanting to be rude.

Overall, I think Tsukauchi, whether or not he turns out to canonically have a quirk, is what Izuku could have been had Izuku not been so enthralled with heroes and the quirks required for them. As I said earlier, Tsukauchi canonically seems to be a character who largely does not feel affected or fazed by society's power dynamics. He doesn't seem easily impressed with other's quirks or status, nor is he disrespectful of anyone for their status, even villains. He's always portrayed as being out to do a job by any means moral and sensical (meaning he's not above working with villains if they have the right quirks/tools but he also won't do it if it outweighs the benefits, such as we're seeing in this final arc). And I think Izuku has never seen someone like that before. Izuku's world is dominated by status and power as seen in the beginning of the whole series, "Not all men are created equal." Even All Might himself, while never looking down on anyone, is part of the power structure of society, whereas Tsukauchi isn't really.

I think Tsukauchi, meanwhile, would take interest in Izuku as All Might's successor and as someone All Might cares about deeply, but I also think that he wouldn't think to develop an independent relationship with Izuku unless either he or All Might invited him to. He wouldn't want to intrude, I think, but would welcome it if offered.

So now that I'm writing this out, I'm seeing great potential in their relationship! I really appreciate the ask, and I'm definitely going to be thinking about this for a while.

#anon asks #thanks anon! #bnha meta #bnha #izuku midoriya #naomasa tsukauchi #all might #the more I think about it #there's so much untapped potential here #great ask anon

[mrvelocipede]

Here’s the glamour shot of the doily I just finished, and I want to start with it because it’s such a contrast to all the steps it takes to get to the aesthetically-pleasing endpoint. It’s got me thinking about that post from a while ago about getting into hobbies cheaply, and also about the internet thing of only seeing the edited highlights of people’s lives, and assuming that they must be much cooler/luckier/more talented than you.

So I wanted to put together some carefully edited lowlights. Or at least a more complete view of the process.

To begin with, projects always have a stage where they look like this:

This is tiny, difficult to work with, unimpressive, and also wrong. I took the picture, then knitted a couple of brief rounds, and realized I’d screwed something up with the initial cast-on and the center wouldn’t close properly. I had to take it apart and start over.

I failed to take a picture of the finished doily once it was off the needles, but before it was blocked. It was the usual shriveled, lumpy blob that knitted lace always is. Most of the other kinds of things I’ve made also go through spells of being metaphorically shriveled, lumpy blobs. Those stages rarely get documented, because at the time I’m not thinking about taking pictures, I’m thinking about crumpling the whole project into a wad, setting it on fire, and kicking it down a stairwell.

It’s easy to be discouraged and give up at that point. I was pretty old before I learned not to abandon things just because they looked like hell, halfway through. Sometimes if I kept going, they would shape up and turn into something perfectly respectable. (Sometimes it wasn’t exactly what I’d planned at the beginning, but interesting all the same.)

So, blocking. I enjoy blocking, especially lace. Partly because of how much better it looks afterward, but also because I love tinkering with apparatus. I get to feel like a mad scientist, or an olde-timey inventor, or something. And also because lace is considered fancy and elegant, and the things I use for blocking very much aren’t, and I find the contrast delightful.

This is the crappiest hula hoop in the world. It’s too small and too lightweight to use for actual hula-hooping, but it’s great for doilies. The rubber-bands-and-paper-clips method of blocking has the advantage of equalizing the tension, so you don’t have to endlessly fiddle with adjusting the pins and hoping the end result will be symmetrical.

The Ravelry pattern page for this doily shows it blocked in a circle, while the one listed project has it shaped into a more angular pentagon. I was curious to see what it would do if left to settle itself into whatever shape it liked, and it seems to have split the difference.

When the doily is being stretched on the hoop, it looks incredibly lame. The hoop isn’t round, and the doily isn’t even centered properly for some reason, but ultimately that doesn’t matter.

Once it’s dry, and you take away all the ungainly rigging, there it is, a lace thing that looks like some kind of big deal.

And then it’s mostly a matter of waiting until the wretched sun finally comes out again, so you can get some decent pictures.

#knitting #lace #doilies #how it works #art-sniveling #radial symmetry #long post

[i-write-hurt-not-comfort]

not trying to hate on any ships, i like them all but the votes were definitely rigged. ayayui is definitely the most popular ship cuz lmao it’s everywhere and all blogs even here get hundreds of likes when posting ayayui. i can bet some people weren’t fair and voted more than once. anyway, i hope they won’t let this get to their heads. 200 people don’t represent the whole fandom after all but it was fun taking part here. thanks admin for your work!

thank you for your ask, and you're welcome!

i was hesitant to post this ask (i've received 3 other anon asks similar to this, none of which are mean or anything, i just don't want to cause drama), because i don't want people to feel like i'm accusing them of something.

with that said, i do have reason to believe somebody/multiple people spam-voted yumayui in round 3. you're right, ayayui by and large is very popular and yumayui isn't to the same extent, in both fan works and official popularity polls.

i am not accusing anyone in particular, because i have no evidence against a single person or group of people. but ayayui was strongly in the lead on friday night when i checked, hence it IS a little suspicious that yumayui overtook so sharply and quickly.

if you did spam-vote to rig the vote, please don't do that again for the final vote! that's really unfair on people voting once. this isn't a serious poll and the results don't mean anything, so there's really no need to go to the trouble. i hope everyone has fun and plays fairly this time!

#ask #anon #diabolik lovers epic ship battle #to anyone else who sent asks #I see you and thank u!

[jokrrouttfynn]

My thoughts on the results of Sanremo 

This is my opinion so :)

1 Angelina Mango:

She deserved it, maybe not my favorite but I’m honestly really happy for her, the people saying it was rigged because it was the 10th anniversary of her fathers death can go fuck themselves.

2 Geolier:

To be fair, I don’t like this kind of music. I personally dislike songs sung in dialects (any really, not just ‘cause her from Naples) but if the people liked the song, then he deserved it.

3 Annalisa:

What can I say? She’s mother, she ate and left. She has an incredible voice (check out her cover with La Rappresentante di Lista) and technique. Great catchy song, overall very deserved.

4 Ghali:

Nice song and message, he has a great voice and the alien is funny. I don’t feel very strongly about him, I am pissed they cut out him saying “stop the genocide” from the raiplay recording tho.

5 Irama:

Heartbreaking song as usual, great chorus and voice, not so great verses (melody wise). Again,I don’t feel strongly about him.

6 Mahmood:

Catchy, great chorus and lyrics. Not my kind of music, but he is the sweetheart of international Sanremo fans and he his rightfully.

7 Loredana Bertè:

Amazing, ate and left no crumbs. Her reaction after she won the Premio della critica Mia Martini (which, if y’all didn’t know, is named after her sisters stage name, whom committed suicide) was so precious. Conclusion: loved the song and she is my sweetheart.

8 Il Volo:

Disclaimer, I feel very strongly about them and not in a good way, so get ready for slander. Ignazio is the only one who can hold the stage and pressure and I do admire him, Piero’s voice isn’t made to sing pop, please stick to opera and Gianluca… I just hate him.

9 Alessandra Amoroso:

A little boring if you ask me, but she has a stellar voice so nothing to say about her.

10 Alfa:

MY BABY MY CHILD MY POOKIE 💖💖💖💖💖😭😭😭 y’all don’t understand I love him so much he should’ve won the whole thing and Eurovision he deserves the world him duetting with Vecchioni made me bawl my eyes out it was so precious and amazing and fantastic and I want to see him live so bad you don’t understand.

11 Gazzelle:

He looks like he wants to die every time he’s on stage, song is okay, no big feelings. 

12 Il Tre:

MY OTHER POOKIE ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥 he was so great and I’m so glad he got a higher placement in the final ranking, you go baby <3333

13 Diodato:

Boring song, I disliked it but hey, you can’t win ‘em all, right?

14 Emma:

MOTHER. QUEEN. I LOVE HER!!1!1! I saw her live with my mom when I was like 4 and I don’t remember shirt but she’s so mother.

15 Fiorella Mannoia:

Very nice song! Liked it and she filled up the stage with her presence real well.

16 The Kolors:

They were my captains for FantaSanremo, I’m disappointed 😔 Blanka is in their mv though so this sin is forgiven.

17 Mr.Rain:

Meh, I don’t like the song at all, it feels dull and just a watered down version of supereroi and overall boring.

18 Santi Francesi:

My babies ❤️‍🩹 I really love their song, esp the instrumental and buildup. Nothing to say, I love them.

19 Negramaro:

Sorry but as a teenager, I am obligated to say this is old people music 😔💔

20 Dargen D'Amico:

His whole thing was being pro Palestine and we stan that. He also did give my mum many point on the FantaSanremo so good job Dargen! Nice song too, very underrated imo.

21 Ricchi e Poveri:

Tbh? Nice song, radio friendly and catchy! No big opinions, just dancing.

22 BigMama:

Robbed queen, she’s amazing and she served.

23 Rose Villain:

Great song but it does get boring fast.

24 Clara:

Nice chorus and voice! Another very underrated song.

25 Renga e Nek:

Ew. Just. No.

26 Maninni:

Very sad for him! It’s a little basic, but it’s well made and the lyrics are terrific, I think they’re my favourite in the whole festival.

27 La Sad:

*Inhales dramatically* LA SĮÆÀĀÅADDD. Okay, jokes aside, it’s a great song! Idk why it ended up so low, it was one of my favourites.

28 BNKR44:

My other winners 💔 very upset, I love them so much and tbf I do need Piccolo carnally so yk.

29 Sangiovanni:

I called it. I knew he’d end up low. Like Mr.Rain, it feels like a watered down and more boring version of Farfalle, which I really like!

30 Fred De Palma:

Not my thing at all, it sounds like any other soundcloud trapper. Sorry Fred, but your outfits did eat imo

#Sanremo #sanremo 2024 #angelina mango #geolier #annalisa #ghali #irama #mahmood #loredana bertè #il volo #alessandra amoroso #alfa #gazzelle #il tre #diodato #emma #fiorella mannoia #the kolors #mr rain #santi francesi #negramaro #dargen d'amico #ricchi e poveri #big mama #rose villain #clara #renga nek #maninni #la sad #bnkr44

[gwaeddblaidd]

First time answering a @writing-wednesday question:

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It's a longer excerpt, hence the cut, but due to the way I write it's hard to share a short dialogue excerpt. This fic, especially, is very prose-heavy; written in the first-person present tense, a lot of sensory description is used. As a result, dialogue scenes tend to be a lot longer than usual.

I chose this scene because it was the first scene in which I wrote extended dialogue for Wednesday herself. I find that one of the biggest challenges I face when writing fanfiction is getting characters' speech styles right, especially when it comes to characters who have especially distinctive ways of talking.

Wednesday is well-spoken but blunt, and it can be easy to overexaggerate these features. I'm happy with how everything sounds when it comes to the dialogue in this scene; I can imagine the characters actually saying the words, without it sounding like a fanfic, if that makes sense.

With all that said, I'm looking forward to answering more questions in the future! I might have to go through the backlog, actually...

Excerpt follows:

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I awaken with a start, jolting upright with such speed that it feels like I give myself whiplash. My head pounds and my sides ache, but more than anything I’m left with the uncomfortable feeling that I’m forgetting something. I grumble and groan and raise my hand to rub my sore neck, but find myself pausing. My claws are at least half extended and threads of colourful fabric hang from my fingers. I bury my face in my hands; I don’t want to see the damage I’ve done to the bed.

“You whimper in your sleep,” a voice from across the room says, “like a kicked puppy.”

The voice makes me jump and my body tenses up. I slowly turn to my left, my hands sheepishly falling from my face and revealing my shame. My eyes open tentatively and settle on those of Wednesday Addams, standing next to her desk with arms crossed in front of her. Her cold gaze forces me to break eye contact after but a moment, my groggy mind lacking the conviction to challenge her. I realise I have yet to respond. “Wednesday… Hi.”

I avoid looking her directly in the eyes, but her gaze is unflinching. She says nothing, verbally or otherwise. I pick threads of cotton and fleece from my claws, assessing the damage to the lightly shredded blankets around me. My shoulders drop, signalling my embarrassment.

“Oh please, I’ve seen worse,” Wednesday says, breaking her silence but not her stare. “Your claws must be rather dull compared to Enid’s.”

I read no humour in her voice, but the comment brings a smirk to my face. “Got lucky with at least something, I guess.”

She cocks an eyebrow at that - she doesn’t seem to agree. “Lucky? Your natural weapons are fundamentally flawed and you consider yourself lucky?”

“Yeah, well anything that makes it that little bit harder for me to kill someone…” I trail off; that was perhaps a bit much. If Wednesday notices my oversharing, she doesn’t make it known. “Sorry, what time is it?” I ask, swinging my legs over the side of the bed to sit up properly.

“It’s a little past three. You slept for some fifteen hours by my count, but I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” The slightest hint of a smirk emerges on her face. “You appeared to be having such awful dreams. I would’ve hated to interrupt.”

“Oh, you could tell?” I ask jokingly as I tend to my still-aching neck. I’ve been told enough times by my roommate that I’m quite the emotive sleeper. “So, where’s Enid?”

“At one of her many clubs, I’m sure.” A disdainful look flashes on her face. “Forgive me if I don’t know which.”

I crane forwards and with some light pressure on my neck I hear a crack, followed by some of the tension being relieved. When I look up again I notice that something about Wednesday’s stare has changed. Her eyes are a little narrower, her lips are slightly pursed and she’s standing more rigidly than before, if that’s even possible. She has something she wants to say but is holding back. My perceptive prowess can’t compare to hers, however, and in the time it takes me to read her body language she notices the change in my own. Her face relaxes.

“This question may seem… invasive,” she says, taking a small step towards me, “but know that it comes from a place of genuine interest.”

It’s my turn to cock an eyebrow. “Shoot.”

“Your nightmares. What are they about?” She pauses, her eyes not quite focused on me, as if she’s visualising something. “Enid’s been getting nightmares ever since she wolfed out; is it just a werewolf thing? Are all of you destined to be such tortured souls?”

I consider the question for a moment. “I’m no expert, but we do tend to be pretty vivid dreamers. Add a serving of trauma to that and I guess it’s no wonder you’d end up with nightmares.”

“The trauma of wolfing out for the first time, for example?”

“For some, sure. It can be hard for some wolves, especially if they end up hurting someone. The guilt, the loss of control…” Am I getting too personal? “It’s a bit of a rude awakening, learning what it truly means to be a wolf.”

“Speaking from experience?” she asks, her head tilting a little to the side.

“Nah, I was a bit of an early bloomer. I barely remember my first time,” I admit, a half-truth at best and a lie by omission at worst. My first time was easy. My parents were well prepared; they made sure I was safe and couldn’t get anyone hurt. The revelation of what wolfhood entails though? That came later. I was sheltered for so many years. Hell, I didn’t even really know what I was until I met wolves from other packs and realised just how different I was. The end of my childhood wasn’t marked by something as simple as wolfing out for the first time. No, the day I learned exactly how much violence I was capable of, what sort of cruelty I could enact on others… that was my wakeup call.

“You didn’t answer my first question,” Wednesday says, forcing me out of my reminiscence. “Your nightmares. If they don’t stem from your wolfing out, where do they come from?”

I guess it’s time to make my boundaries known. I notice myself shuffling uncomfortably as I speak. “Sorry, that’s a bit personal, even for me.”

She doesn’t try to hide her disappointment. “A pity,” she says, turning away. She sits down and moves her typewriter to the middle of her desk, apparently finished with the conversation. I do feel a little bad. I’m under no obligation to share my insecurities, but at the same time I do feel as if I owe her something . Considering her reputation, she’s been surprisingly welcoming to my intruding on her personal space. What harm could it do to let down my walls a little?

“They’re about my parents,” I relent. She doesn’t turn around but her hands stop moving; that got her attention. “They were good people. Or, my mom was, at least. They… they didn’t deserve what happened to them.”

She spins around in her chair. “What did happen to them?”

“They’re gone.”

“I gathered. There’s more to the story than that though, surely?”

I chuckle. “Well, yes, of course. But the details aren’t exactly pleasant.”

Her arms cross once again. “I didn’t ask for ‘pleasant’.”

“My benefit, not yours. I relive it enough in my sleep; if I started spending my time awake thinking about it I’d never get anything done.” In truth, it’s less the memories themselves that bother me so, but rather the implications. If I shared the whole story with her… it wouldn’t take her long to figure it out. Being unable to share too much lest other people piece together the truth… It’s tiring, and serves only to isolate me from my peers. An unfortunate measure, but a necessary one. “Why so interested in my nightmares, anyway?”

Wednesday glares for a few seconds, but then her demeanour softens. As I suspected, she can appreciate a transactional interaction. I offered her some information, with the potential prospect of more, and so it’s in her best interest to respond in kind. She speaks slowly now, clearly choosing her words carefully and betraying her vulnerability. 

“Like I said, Enid’s been having nightmares most nights since wolfing out. It’s starting to impact her day-to-day life. Nightmares have never really been an issue for me, so I thought that perhaps consulting another werewolf might give me some insight on how I might help her.”

I was expecting a far more morbid reason for her curiosity. “That’s actually kind of sweet.”

“Yes, well…” She stiffens again. “Breathe a word of that sentiment to anyone and you’ll have bigger problems than mere nightmares.”

“My lips are sealed.”

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[tibby]

hello beloveds!!! i’m trying to get back into giffing regularly again and since the saw franchise is my current special interest and the main reason i open photoshop these days, i thought to myself: what better way to do that than by giffing every single saw movie? and then to make things fun i figured i’d turn it into a competition: the entire franchise, ranked from worst to best (or at least according to people on tumblr). the poll is here and it IS a ranked one so please list according to your personal preference of the films. if you’ve only seen a few but still want to participate then rank what you know and go crazy for the rest. look up plots. base everything solely on traps or characters you know nothing about. maybe it’ll rig the results. maybe it won’t. who’s to say. voting will end whenever i say it does so if you don’t get in quick you may or may not miss out. also in theory you can vote as many times as you like but don’t be annoying about it. reblog this post to spread the word if you want <333 smooches to you all

#okay bed time now. back 2 work 2morrow. tragic really

[mikauzoran]

Vampire!Adrien Marichat/Adrienette: Bite Me: Chapter Five

For @miraculousfanworks Monster May.

Summary: Adrien knows he’s forbidden to bite anyone expect for his mate, but, in an emergency, he ends up drinking Marinette’s blood…and realizing that his feelings for her haven’t been platonic in a long time. Now, if only he could convince her that his love is real and not the result of their intimate feeding session.

Read it on AO3: Bite Me: Chapter Five

“Put me down!” Marinette demanded indignantly as Adrien ran up the stairs to the library with her in his arms. “We agreed that you only got to carry me like a damsel in distress that one time.”

“No,” Adrien patiently corrected. “We agreed that I got to carry you when there was an emergency. I think this qualifies.”

“I think I could run faster than you can carry me,” she grumbled as he kicked open the door to the library and screamed, “Akuma in Madame Bustier’s class!”

He dodged the resulting stampede of students and made his way to the stacks in the back.

“You can put me down now,” Marinette growled when they came to a stop.

“Nope,” Adrien responded, letting the “p” go with a pop as he surveyed their surroundings for witnesses. “Plagg, transform me.”

She was struck speechless for a moment as she marveled at him.

Chat Noir gave her a patented Adrien wink. “Like what you see, Princess?”

She immediately schooled her expression into a disapproving frown. “No. Now, leave me here and go do your job, Alley Cat.”

He rolled his eyes. “My only job right now is protecting you.”

Before she could protest, he extended his baton, launching them out of the library window and up onto the rooftop.

“Your job is to protect Paris!” she snapped when her stomach had settled back in its proper place.

“Well, I can’t very well do that until I know you’re safe,” he argued, beginning to lose patience with her stubbornness.

“I’m not defenceless, you know,” she shot back at him. “I don’t appreciate you treating me like I’m incompetent because I’ve got news for you: I’ve survived a hell of a lot of akuma attacks without you carrying me around like an infant.”

He slowed to a stop on a roof a few blocks away from the school and gently set her down.

She was about to continue her tirade about her autonomy when the distraught look on his face took the wind out of her sails.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he insisted. “That’s not what I think of you. Like, at all.”

She blinked in surprise at his vehemence coupled with the desperation with which he was trying to convince her.

“Marinette, I respect you so much,” he stressed. “Trust me. I know how capable you are. I mean, I can’t count how many times I’ve seen you defend yourself and others—both with your words and whatever jerry-rigged weapon you could get your hands on. There’s a reason I nicknamed you our ‘Everyday Ladybug’. I never meant to make you feel like I thought you needed me to protect you.”

She pursed her lips, looking away as she thought about how much she did need him as her partner. “…Then, what’s all this about?”

He averted his gaze, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I think I’m just kind of freaking out, honestly. It’s my fault that Lila is after you, and if she hurt you because of me…”

He shuddered and tentatively looked up at her.

“I need you to be safe so I can focus, Marinette,” he confessed, stepping forward and taking her hands in his. “Please let me take you to the Mansion. You’ll be safe there. Even if she does realize you’re there, the Mansion can go into lockdown, and she won’t be able to get you.”

Marinette winced even as she gave his hands a squeeze. “Minou…listen. I know your brain is making you think you’re in love with me because I gave you my blood, but you need to fight it. You can’t be preoccupied with me while you’re supposed to be fighting akumas.”

His ears drooped, and his tail curled self-consciously around his left calf. “I’m sorry that my feelings are inconvenient for you, but I think I’m done fighting them. I don’t want to live in denial anymore, even if you can never feel the same way about me.”

She pulled her hands out of his so she could cover her face with them as she groaned. “Adrien, it’s not like that at all. You have no idea how much I want—”

An explosion back at the school cut her off, and both of their faces blanched.

“You need to go. Now,” she urged.

“But—”

“—No buts. Paris has to come first, Chat Noir,” she insisted with an intent frown, hoping he would come to his senses.

Instead, he wilted further. “My head knows you’re right. It is my job to fight the akuma and save the day. It’s hard, though, when my heart is screaming at me to put you first.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to ignore the screams in the distance. “…Adrien, do you love me?”

He nodded fervently. “Of course I do.”

She stepped in, looping her arms around his neck.

His hands automatically went to her waist.

“Okay.” She took a steadying breath. “Well, the best way for you to prove it is to trust me when I say I can keep myself safe.”

He looked away, struggling against his kneejerk reaction to scoop her up and get her out of harm’s way.

“I need you to leave me here and go defeat Lila. Can you do that for me?” she coaxed.

“Marinette…” he tried to argue.

“Didn’t you tell me this morning in the boiler room that you’d do anything for me?” she pressed.

He winced, mentally kicking himself for his thoughtless promise.

“Well, I want you to go fight an akuma for me,” she wheedled, reaching up to play with his hair. “Can you do that, Chaton?”

He blew out a sigh, dropping his head to her shoulder. “Yes, Princess. One defeated akuma, coming right up.”

“Good boy,” she purred, leaning in to give his neck a little nip right above the collar of his suit.

He sucked in a sharp breath, sparks shooting through his veins as he held back a moan. “You wreck me, you know that?”

She pulled back with a sad smile, giving him a pat on the cheek.

She wasn’t ready to tell him that the feeling was mutual.

“Go, Chaton. And stay safe.”

He nodded and dropped her off on the street level so that she could flee if the fight came her way.

With a heavy heart, he went into battle.

 Chat Noir was a mess.

Thank goodness Ladybug was there to combine his tail, the basketball hoop in the school courtyard, and a car tire to take down the akuma and return things to rights.

“You okay over there, Chaton?” she called out to him as she made her way over for their customary fist bump.

He opened his mouth to assure his partner that everything was fine, but he couldn’t make the words come out.

Out of nowhere, his emotions caught up to him, and tears began to bead in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, Minou,” she cooed, coming over to cup his face in her hand. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He shook his head. “Sorry. There’s just a lot going on. Could we meet up in fifteen and talk? There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

She nodded, lowering her hand to his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll see you then.”

He took off to find a safe place to detransform and feed Plagg, and he ended up in Marinette’s room. He collapsed on her bed and buried his face in her cat body pillow while he waited for his kwami to recharge.

Her normally soothing scent made him want to cry, but he held it together.

He was just about to transform back when he got a text from the girl in his heart and on his mind: “Just wanted to let you know I’m safe. Thank you for protecting me. You did a good job, and I’m so, so proud of you.”

A bittersweet smile stretched across his lips. “She knows how to push all of my buttons, doesn’t she?”

“Not that she knows she’s doing it,” Plagg grumbled.

With a sigh, Adrien called on his transformation and headed for the roof of Notre Dame where Ladybug was already waiting.

“Everything alright?” she cautiously inquired, head tipping curiously to the side.

He shook his head, taking a seat beside her. “I should have told you right away, but someone found out my identity.”

Her mouth rounded into a small “o”.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “It was an emergency, and I had to detransform in front of someone. It was my fault for getting into a bad situation like that, but I didn’t have a choice about revealing my identity.” He took a steadying breath and blew it out. “…I understand if you need to take my ring away.”

She gave a squeak of alarm. “Well, now, hold on a minute.”

She put her hands up in protest. “I mean, do you know this person? Are they trustworthy?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he assured without having to consider it. “I trust her completely, and she cares about me a lot, so I know she’d do everything in her power to keep me safe.”

She pretended to consider this for a moment. “…Then…I don’t think there’s a problem. At least, not a big enough problem where we need to consider finding a new holder for Plagg. I mean, don’t go letting more people find out, but…it sounds like this is okay.”

He was struck dumb for a moment before he found the composure to respond.

“Of course. I won’t let this happen again,” he assured with a wink, trying to hold in how thrilled he was. “…You’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would.”

She shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Maybe I’ve mellowed with age.”

He rolled his eyes. “Because you’re so old at seventeen.”

She gave his arm a slap. “Hush, you. Somedays, I feel ancient.”

“Mood,” he sighed.

There was a beat where they gazed out at the city thoughtfully before she asked, “…Was that all you needed to talk to me about? You seemed really upset earlier.”

He laid back on the roof, resting the back of his wrist on his forehead. “I’m kind of a mess recently. You see, she found out something else about me too, and she’s surprisingly fine with it. Like, really fine with it.”

Ladybug arched an eyebrow. “Should she not be fine with it?”

He pursed his lips. “…I don’t know. My kneejerk reaction a week ago would have been ‘of course she shouldn’t be fine with it. I’m literally a freak. How could anyone be fine with this?’ …but she’s said some stuff to me that’s really made me think and challenge those preconceived notions.”

He swallowed. “Now, I’m starting to think…maybe I’m not the monster I thought I was after all.”

“Chat Noir,” Ladybug chastised sternly. “Of course you’re not a monster!”

He winced, giving her a sheepish smile.

She huffed in frustration, shaking her head. “…So, you’re having a hard time because she’s shaken up your worldview?”

“Partially.” He looked away, cheeks beginning to flame red as he forced himself to keep going. “Mostly, I’m a mess because I…um…we…we did something that you’re only supposed to do with a romantic partner.”

She forced herself to keep her face neutral so as not to give herself away.

“Oh?” she inquired, but the syllable cracked.

He covered his face with his hands. “We basically had sex.”

“What?!” she screeched.

“I know!” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “It was an accident, but I really wanted to, and she seemed into it, so now we’ve got this weird friends-with-benefits thing going on.”

“Oh?” she repeated hoarsely as her brain screamed. “That’s…nice.”

“No, it’s not,” he groaned but then seemed to reconsider. “Well, I mean…okay. It’s nice when we snuggle and she hugs me and gives me little nips on the neck.”

He shook his head, trying to get back on task. “But that’s not the point. The point is, after we did that, I realized that I’m in love with her.”

“And that’s a problem?” she pressed.

“No,” he insisted, sitting back up to face her. “It’s wonderful—she’s wonderful. Of all the people I could have fallen for, she’s the kindest, sweetest, most thoughtful… I’ll have you know that my taste in women is impeccable. She’s honestly out of my league.”

“Is she out of your league if she’s already slept with you?” Ladybug challenged.

Face a florid red, Chat looked away. “She did it because she’s selfless like that. I was a mess, and she compassionately sacrificed herself because she felt sorry for me and wanted to help.”

She cocked a skeptical eyebrow. “I mean, I’d hardly consider you a pity lay. …So, what’s the problem?”

He covered his face with his hands again. “She thinks I’m delusional and that I only think I’m in love with her because of what we did.”

Her eyebrow climbed higher. “And you think she’s wrong.”

“I know she’s wrong,” he insisted, dropping his hands and looking her pointedly in the eye. “I didn’t develop feelings for her afterwards. I discovered what the feelings I already had for her were. I’ve been in love with her for years. I just didn’t know that that’s what it was.”

Her mouth dropped open, and she gaped at him in shock. “You’re in love with her…for real?”

He nodded desperately. “She seriously is the best person, Ladybug. She’s wicked clever and funny and kind and brave. She always has time for others, no matter how busy she is. She’s always helping people and standing up for people who can’t stand up for themselves.”

A soft smile worked its way onto his face as he continued. “She makes me feel safe, and she genuinely cares about me. She always listens to me whine and makes me feel like my feelings matter. She makes me feel like not so much of a weirdo. …She makes me a better person because she believes in me and shows me how to be better by her example.”

His grin turned sad as he met her gaze again. “For the longest time, I thought she was the best friend I’d ever had…and I don’t think I was necessarily wrong. She is my best friend, but she’s something else too. She’s the person I want to be worthy of. She’s the person I want to spend my life with.”

Ladybug gave a soft gasp as the weight of his words sank in and left her feeling dizzy.

He looked away with a sigh. “It really hurts that she keeps telling me it’s all in my head. She’s so adamant that it’s not real that it’s kind of obvious that she doesn’t want me to have these kinds of feelings for her.

“And that’s okay,” he sniffled as tears caught up to him once more. “It’s okay. She doesn’t have to love me back. I mean, I’m used to that, but…I just want her to know that what I feel is real. If she could just say ‘thank you, but I don’t feel that way for you’, that would be fine. I just want her to stop telling me that my love for her isn’t valid.”

“Oh my gosh,” Ladybug breathed, mind awhirl. “Chaton, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean…”

She bit her lip, quickly coming to a decision. “Come with me. Please. There’s something I need to show you. It’s really, really important.”

He quirked an eyebrow in confusion but obediently assented. “Lead the way.”

She stood on shaky legs and yoyoed her way across the Seine, back to the bakery.

“Ladybug…why are we here?” Chat asked warily as they landed on Marinette’s balcony.

“I’ll tell you when we get inside,” she assured with a weak smile, looking like she was going to pass out.

They dropped down into Marinette’s loft, and Ladybug collapsed onto the bed.

“I’m so sorry,” she insisted, barely holding back tears. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Before he could ask why she was apologizing, she whispered, “Detransformation”, and everything became a little clearer and a little more confusing all at the same time.

He dropped his own transformation and covered his face with a groan. “I can’t believe I told you we had sex.”

She burst into hysterical laughter. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

“It’s better than fixating on how I just bared my heart to you about how in love with you I am and how you’re going to reject me and never be my friend again because I’m a clingy, needy freak!”

She pushed herself up and took his hands in hers, fixing him with a stern look. “Adrien, you are none of those things. Didn’t I tell you last week? You’re an amazing person. You’re incredibly sweet and kind, even to the people who don’t deserve it. You make me a better person by showing me how it’s done,” she stressed.

He blinked at her, completely perplexed. “You really think that?”

She nodded vigorously. “Adrien Agreste, you really are the full package—the brains, the looks, and the personality. You’re the one who’s out of my league.”

A raging blush and a tentative smile quickly took over his face. “I… Thank you for saying that.”

“I’m not just saying that,” she insisted. “Adrien…I love you.”

He blinked, not comprehending. “You… What?”

She swallowed and tried again. “I’m sorry for all the times I turned you down, all the times I hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, Chaton. I love you.”

He continued to stare at her. “I don’t understand. Where is this coming from?”

Her face coloured as she looked down at their hands. “From my heart. I’ve loved you for a very, very long time, Adrien…ever since you were kind to me when I’d been a judgmental jerk…ever since you gave me an explanation I didn’t deserve.”

She forced herself to meet his awed gaze. “I’ve loved you since the day we met and you gave me your umbrella.”

His mouth dropped open. “You’re serious? You’re not just saying that because you’re enthralled by me because I bit you?”

She shook her head. “No. Adrien, I really, truly love you.”

“But what about that other boy?” he pressed. “Ladybug always said there was a boy she loved.”

“Adrien, that was you,” she gently informed. “You were the other boy, and I was so blindly loyal to you that I didn’t allow myself to acknowledge my growing romantic feelings for Chat Noir…maybe like how you didn’t let yourself think of Marinette romantically because of your feelings for Ladybug?”

He swallowed hard as her words hit him straight in the chest. “But you…this past week, when I told you I loved you, you were so adamant that you didn’t want to talk about it and that you didn’t think my feelings were real.”

Tears welled in his eyes yet again. “If you loved me, why would you do that?”

She winced, mentally kicking herself. “I was trying to protect myself. I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case it wore off after a while. I have spent literal years dreaming that you’d notice me as more than a friend, and I didn’t want to risk getting hurt when you inevitably realized you’d been mistaken.”

“Oh, Marinette,” he breathed, pulling her into his arms and guiding her down onto the bed on top of him. “My poor Princess. …I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” she whispered into his neck, giving it a penitent nip.

Her heart fluttered when he started to purr.

“Well.” He swallowed, voice thick. “It sounds like we’ve both hurt and been hurt by one another. I don’t know about you, but I’m bad at holding a grudge. Do you think we could try to forgive one another and move on? I know I, for one, am tired of being miserable. I’d sort of like to be happy in love now.”

She lifted her head, stroking his hair as she gazed down at him. “Yeah?”

He nodded.

She gulped. “M-Me too.”

Tentatively, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his.

She was just about to pull back when he enthusiastically began to return the pressure.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, prompting a happy rumble in his chest.

There were a number of false starts and much giddy laughter before they finally found their rhythm, trading little sucks and nips.

“Open your mouth and let me stick my tongue in,” Marinette finally demanded in frustration after they’d been kissing for several minutes and Adrien had remained woefully ignorant of her attempts to gain entrance.

A cherry blossom blush spread all the way from his neck to his ears as he blinked at her in surprise. “Isn’t that moving kind of fast?”

She rolled her eyes. “According to you, we’ve already had sex.”

He gave a startled meep and averted his eyes, blush growing in depth. “That was the only thing I could say that made sense without telling Ladybug I was a vampire! I’m not…I’m not actually ready for that kind of thing.”

“Aww,” Marinette cooed, affectionately nuzzling his jaw. “That’s really cute that you want to take things slow. I thought guys were all sort of pushy about that kind of thing.”

“None of the guys I know…that I know of,” Adrien muttered self-consciously. “I’m a little sheltered.”

“It’s okay,” she assured, giving his cheek a peck. “I like you just the way you are. …So, wanna go back to kissing?”

“Okay,” he agreed, feeling a weight lift off of him. “Thanks for understanding.”

“Of course. …Just let me know whenever you’re ready for more because I can’t wait to get my tongue in your mouth,” she confessed, suddenly not scared to be forward with him.

His cheeks went pink all over again. “Do you think that’s a good idea? You’ll probably cut yourself on my fangs.”

“Oooooh, I look forward to it,” she chuckled.

He let out a startled laugh. “You little minx. You’re just trying to trick me into sinking my fangs into you, aren’t you?”

“Guilty,” she admitted, diving in for another kiss.

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you,” he snickered. “You’re much too clever for me.”

“I thought you liked my cleverness.” She hummed.

“I turn to goo when you’re clever, Marinette,” he confessed.

“Good to know,” she replied with a predatory smirk that left him with no doubt that he was in trouble.

The

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[somedepressedgirlontheinternet]

The reflective mirror look walls bounced off each other in the compressed, chaotic yet isolated room. The silk toned magenta colour matched the tone of the circumstances in which I found myself; bland, unapologetic and unforgiving - somehow still leaving more to be desired, in this case, to be known. 

Facts are very plain, in their nature they are descriptive; we use percentages and fancy numbers to shine them up to the masses, but they lose their impact in some sense. When you read that 19.86% of the population suffer from some range of mental illness at any given time, you think wow, that really doesn’t seem like that many. Those results must mean people improve, it would have to be much higher?

We forget that the population includes babies, who let’s face it, don’t do much or have complete cognitive understanding of what is happening around them - how would they know if they were depressed? The majority of mental illnesses occur after puberty, so already we are chucking anyone aged under 18 out of that pot, then we need to think about the people who don’t consider themselves to have mental illnesses, the older, greater generation. The generation who lived through multiple wars and turned to LSD and MDMA at some point in their lives and drinking heavily to forget their trauma. Very progressive.  

With that taken into account, we are then left with 19-50 year olds; 19.86% of the population, estimated to be between the ages of 19-50, suffer from some range of mental illness at any given time. A rate which is not measured consistently, I am not liking my chances here. They seemed great before, I could have seen them being advertised in a shop window, guaranteeing a great pay out! But now, now I am feeling overwhelmed. Now, I am feeling the freeze of the yellow stained tiled floors. 

Why are they stained yellow?... Why, are they stained yellow? Oh god. 

The shelves above lined methodically with clear plastic cups, with uniformed coloured lids next to an outdated model of the female reproductive system. 

The muffled sounds of concern and distress are bouncing off every surface, ricocheting towards me with a numbing embrace. The muscles in my neck tensing as I slowly turn to face her, tears in her eyes and crumpled tissue in hand. My arms are too heavy to lift, I want to hold her, I want her to hold me. She embodies a worn and depleted marble statue, rigged and compromised, too stiff to move or change.

Echos are growing louder and I can almost make sense of the words, the mans lips swaying and lifting apart as crashing waves, moving me and swaying my senses back to reality. 

“The important factors that will affect your daughter and support her at this stage is a stable routine; involving a regulated diet and daily exercise. I cannot advise that we start medication immediately, but if you feel as though she is erratic and unmanageable, we can cross that road when we get there. 

I think we should get her booked in again for a few weeks to see how she is coping with the changes, I’d like for you to attend with her as well, so I can get an honest report of how she is progressing with her news”.  The clacking of keys cementing each and every consonant. 

“Does that sound like a good plan Isabella?” 

The muffling stopped. 

I clenched my jaw and tried to swallow the rock in my throat. A short cough followed. 

“Yes. Um, I-I can do that… Ca-can you bring me back again. Please?” The state cracking and turning towards me as I coughed my words out.

“Of course we can” a short sniffle to be followed by an immediate posture fix and forward lean “Are you sure we shouldn’t try medication immediately?” 

#mental health #doctors #family trauma #short story #writing #literature #diognoses #female writers #women writers #writerscommunity

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2022 (#38)

38. AZERBAIJAN Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black” 16th place

Decade rank:75/79 [Above Roxen, below Undisclosed]

I’m GNOOOOOME, GNOOOOME!

Ugh, I just DON’T want to write about this fucking male Dilara! please read this chat I had two hours before I FINALLY sat myself down to write this entry: 

There, you have it! The extent of my willingness to talk about this year’s Azerbaijani entry. It’s EXHAUSTING.

André is very charitable though. Nadir is not a Gjon. Nadir is a Freddy. An “attractive” (but not really) athletic guy with a strange, gruff voice and HORRIBLE enunciation (like seriously, the words I can make out are *the wrong English* words) dressed in roughspun, barefoot, screaming notes in an annoying, an fully masturbatory way. Between Freddy, Nadir and this Mello’s Lundvik, is there a catalogue where you can order these? Can I get one at IKEA?!

Method Singing. +1SIN ::CinemaSins sin counter ping::

Was there ever a bigger case of blue balls when Azerbaijan deliberately *delayed* the reveal of their song by a full week and then hit us with ::pages through notes:: “Fade to black”? Apt name btw. “Snap” isn’t amazing or anything, but it at least has a memorable melody. I don’t think I could remember any chord from “F2B” other than “I’m Gnome” assuming I could have been bothered to try and memorize this inherently dull! 

Even if we were to take the staging into account, ”Fade to Black” has an astounding lack of originality. Yeah, it looked “artistic” perhaps to those not familiar with art? (which: Konstrakta is a Eurovision alum and not an NF loser in our universe, so how are you not?). Yeah sure “a classy act” but HAVE YOU HEARD THE SONG?! (god the way this sentence is applicable for at least *four other entries* I have to rank after this, THIS IS WHY THEY ALL RANK LOW *AND* IN RED Y’ALL!! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I DISLIKED 2022!!)

Azer just literally went to Sweden to buy themselves yet another generic trash song with HORRIBLE lyrics and expected to be rewarded for it. Again!

What makes this worse though, is that they were rewarded wtf?! I don’t fucking understand it, what sort of a person sees the Eurovision 2022 Grand Final, reaches “Fade to Black” (mind you, having already witnessed Chanel and Maro by this point) and thinks “YES! That one! THAT’s The One!! That’s the winner of Eurovision” (and continues to think so even after seeing Cornelia and Sam). Apparently, several “professional” juries. At least with Spain you can make the excuse of them being strategic since they had a leg in the race for second, but what excuse do the others have? Were they experimenting with artificial intelligence? Or did they simply not get caught cheating?

This neatly brings me to the last two points, which are what truly pushes Nadir into the bottom 3 for me: Azerbaijan were, ONCE AGAIN, up to some dodgy shite, and had their jury cancelled. Yet they have the audacity to be indignant about it? (unless they want me to believe they DIDN’T cheat but were punished anyway because the EBU doesn’t trust their potentially recidivist arses, which is a narrative I can get behind tbh <3) Like seriously, why does Azerbaijan always get away with a stern warning and not actual action? Expel them, on the fucking spot.

Even worse, *because* a third of the Semi 2 juries were DQ’d, the EBU’s rigging algorithm took over the jury results, and this insipid calculation is what ultimately carried Azer into the finals despite receiving ZERO TELEVOTE POINTS from the audience?! I don’t know what should have advanced (um, that is to say, it should have been Ireland, but realistically probably Cyprus or NoMac), but whoever they robbed, that country’s delegation have grounds to sue.

In sum: "Congratulations" to Azerbaijan for making me hate an entry *this* insipid with *that* much passion. Your reward is a bottom 3 spot on the ranking :-)

The Ranking: 

38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black” 39. ITALY: Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi” 40. ISRAEL: Michael Ben David - “I.M”

#Eurovision 2022 #ESC 2022 #Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Turin 2022 #Azerbaijan #Azer #Nadir Rustamli #Fade to black #BorisBubbles. #Youtube

[nancypullen]

Happy Hump Day

We may actually be making progress. I’ve told  you about the carpet saga, right? Well, we gave upon the Easton store and decided to give Delaware a try.  After a couple of days of Who’s On First, yesterday afternoon Mickey received a call from the Camden, Delaware store (about 30 minutes from us) that everything was set and we can expect a call from the installers to set a date.  I’m afraid to believe it.  If we can get the carpet in and Matt’s room set up, we’re taking a break.  We still need granite for the kitchen (which means a new sink, faucet, etc) but I’m going to hit pause for a bit.  I’m not in the mood to beg people to take our money.  The only reason that this carpet issue has had me so stressed is because Matt is flying in on July 1st.  He was excited to be able to visit all of his family at once and booked a flight for the long holiday weekend.  Of course, a month ago we didn’t think we’d still be waiting for installation.  As the weeks ticked by I started getting more nervous. Then I got mad. I don’t like being mad, it’s exhausting. Yesterday I let myself get upset over all of the delays and I was in knots, so I did what I always do - I got out of my own head.   I puttered in the garden and then dragged out my paints.  I’ve made progress on my little chair and might even finish it today.  I snapped this when it was still in the sloppy stage.  I’ll go back in today and tidy up the lines.

I think when it’s finished I’ll pop a pretty fern into the seat.  I may have made it too busy to put a tumble of flowers in there.  So after I handed my anger over to the universe and spent my afternoon painting, we got the call about the carpet being ready!  I could have spent all day being mad or all day creating something pretty - the result would have been the same.  Only one is good for my soul.  I’ll try to finish it today, then I can put a clear coat on it and give it a day to dry before rigging that seat for a plant.  It may be in place on the porch by the weekend.  I wonder which will come first, the carpet or the fern?  Place your bets! I’m dying to get my printer and Cricut set up.  I haven’t communed with my dead people for two months.  My Cricut was packed up mid-April and here we are nearing the end of June.  When I don’t have a creative outlet I am not a happy gal.  I need art, books, cats, music, and chocolate.  The order varies.  Know what else makes me happy?  The fact that we can go from Baltimore to Boston on a train for $35.  Just so happens that in Boston you can catch a ferry right over to Salem.  There’s also train service between Boston and Salem. With gas prices so high, that feels like a really good deal.   I’m game. My apologies for the fact that this blog has become a diary of our frustrations with contractors.  I truly expected to be regaling you with the wonders of the Eastern Shore by now.  There’s so much to see and do.  There’s a lavender farm just 12 miles from our front door.  Even better, it’s called Smoky Cat Lavender Farm.  It’s a u-pick sort of place, but you can also sign up for a wreath making class - picking fresh lavender and making a wreath? Yes, please! We’d been warned about beach traffic, but so far (knock on wood) we haven’t had a minute’s trouble with that.  We’ve only enjoyed a fraction of what Denton offers - seems there’s a festival or celebration every week! There’s a ton of interesting history in this area that I’m itching to explore.  I promise that someday soon this blog will return to the rambling nonsense that you’re used to reading.  We’ve all had enough of my complaints, haven’t we?  Ugh, no one wants to be that person.

I’m going to grab my paints and have a meaningful conversation with a cat while I work on that chair.  It’s a beautiful day and I intend to enjoy it.  I hope you’re enjoying yours. Stay safe, stay well, feed your soul.

XOXO, Nancy

[teenz-stories]

Teen-Z: Forever Young #1: I Don’t Wanna Be Your Ex (Part 9)

Scene changes into Pinky already discussing with Nerd things showing her her picture on her phone.

Pinky: ...I swear I didn’t went crazy after all what happened yesterday! She turns to Luvboy Please,tell her I didn’t used Photoshop for that.

Alvin: She didn’t used anything. I just helped Pinky to animate puppet rigs...and then there were some weird force what levitated me and changed my outfit! I had also some glitter on my face and hair. But other than that I felt okay.

Wiccy: writes everything down Mhm. And when did that wore off?

Alvin: I have no idea. I went to sleep because I was too tired so I felt asleep having on myself that outfit. In the morning when I woke up. The necklace,glitter was gone. And my outfit returned back to normal. It might worn off sooner after I went to bed. He shrugs I don’t know! This is weird. He then pulls up his tablet Anyway. With all storyboards ready. Can we finally get to work?

Greeny: We would want to,but you told us about something strange.

Ninelle: shyly You know. Luvboy isn’t the only one.

Belze-Bob: confused Sorry?

Ninelle: Mermaid also had this yesterday. She just helped me with that makeover but then some strange force took her and she also transformed.

Wiccy: Had you seen it wearing off?

Ninelle: I didn’t paid attention. I left in the morning earlier to get here so I would tell you this. Mermaid seemed to be very stressed about all of it.

Cody: excited This is sick! Imagine this might be canon event! After doing random things,we change into superheroes!

Wiccy: unamused There’s no canon events and absolutely no superheroes. This might be as well just coincidence. I won’t believe it untill I won’t see it myself.

Alvin: Then how will you explain this?

Wiccy: fixes her glasses I need to test this. Just by you talking about this,it doesn’t tell me anything.

Wiccy drinks coffee as she opens her laptop.

Wiccy: Alright. We have scene one already shoot despite fact that Charlie was distracting Mermaid a lot. She looks in judging stare at Charlie

Charlie: confused I was thirsty and hungry.

Wiccy: You also made Pinky angry.

Charlie: corrects I didn’t. She started.

Seconds later Mermaid comes to the studio. Ninelle smiles gently.

Ninelle: There she is. Just in time to begin.

Mermaid: confused Begin what?

Belze-Bob: Pictures for the music video,dear. He kisses his girlfriend’s cheeks I heard you had rough night. He looks with worry You’re good? This didn’t affected you?

Mermaid: sighs Bob. I didn’t knew what happened yesterday. I just finished doing hairstyle for Creepy and...I suddenly transformed.

Wiccy: I can start tests once we will be done with this music video. I want to finish firstly this. She then looks at Pinky Scene two. She looks at Light Light. Make a set what is similiar to Pinky’s room. She then stares at Pinky And you. Tell Light how your room looks like.

Scene changes into Pinky drawing something in her notebook as Nerd records that. Seconds later she stops.

Wiccy: Cut!

Pinky gets off from bed. Nerd guides everyone to the exit.

Cody: confused We are leaving?

Wiccy: Yes. We have a lot to do,trust me.

Scene changes into evening already falling. Nerd and crew finishes shooting final scene for the first day of actual shootings.  Everyone are tired but amused by results what they did on the first day. Crew is now on Creepy’s house.

Mermaid: I absolutely love how it so far looks like! I had great idea on that painting on car scenes. She looks at Bully and Greeny Marvelous job,you two!

Wiccy: Only tomorrow we will film final four scenes and we are done. She sits to the computer as she wants to montage the first scenes they made so far

Meanwhile Ninelle comes back with Glitter High’s Velvet Lavender doll. She puts the box with doll in it gently on the table.

Dark: How much she costed?

Ninelle: Cheap. 80 Zeedollars.

Greeny: amazed They sold you new doll in such cheap prize?

Ninelle: I was also surprised. She gets scissors as she gently opens the box

Short time later she places Velvet’s doll next to many others on her shelf. Ninelle giggles.

Ninelle: I may need to make new shelf if I will plan to buy more of them.

Meanwhile Wiccy stares angry at the computer. She then hisses in anger.

Mermaid: What’s wrong?

Wiccy: All of the files are gone!

Mermaid: shocked What?! She gets to the computer as she searches the files. She starts to panic

Wiccy: looks up at everyone Bad news,everyone. We need to start again tomorrow.

Pinky: shocked runs to the computer What?! But we don’t have time anymore! The music video is scheduled to relase on this Friday!

Wiccy: Then we need to remake whole concepts. She looks at Alvin Can you do Version B storyboards? With some budget cuts.

Alvin: On it.

#fanfic #teen z #teen-z #teen-z fanfic #teen_z #teenz

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Dirk Strider, Jake English

Meat, page 5

DAVE: bro im watching you on the tube and i gotta say

DAVE: while the beatdown you just received was as thorough as it was humiliating im afraid as usual the solution to this problem should probably not involve your decapitation

DAVE: you fucking drama queen

DIRK: Damn.

DIRK: Are you sure?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: jake just kicked your ass

DAVE: thats really all there is to say on the matter

DIRK: You’re probably right.

DIRK: But still not entirely sure we should be so quick to rule out my beheading as a catchall solution to any given problem.

DIRK: It really could save us all a lot of trouble in the future. Especially me.

DAVE: its really amazing how this meme we have going here continues to be exactly as funny as the day it was established

DIRK: Isn’t it always though?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: by the way

DAVE: how DID you get your ass kicked so bad

DAVE: jake sucks and his raps are fucking awful

DAVE: please tell me this garbage show is as rigged as it looks

DIRK: Dave, there’s such a thing as showmanship.

DIRK: I’m sure I don’t need to explain this to you, of all people.

DAVE: ok cool its fake just making sure

DIRK: Sigh.

DIRK: We really don’t like to use that word.

DAVE: lmao ok

DIRK: Holding back a little to achieve certain results doesn’t necessarily mean you’re participating in a farce or rigging the event.

DIRK: We do this all the time. We hold back our thoughts, our true feelings, our full potential. We disguise how much we know about what and when, for many purposes. To ease relations, to let others behave naturally and make up their minds without undue intervention. To wait for the right moments to show our hands, to pick our battles.

DIRK: In life, there are many reasons to show restraint, which would never be regarded as an attempt to rig reality.

DAVE: oof

DAVE: my dog you are full of some SHIT today arent you

DIRK: Absolutely.

DIRK: And when it comes to theater, there are just as many reasons for restraint. To build tension. To set the stage. To give the people someone to root against.

DAVE: is that what youre doing now

DAVE: making people root against you

DIRK: What, by losing a round? No, man. That’s just standard pacing stuff when it comes to battlecraft.

DAVE: no i mean by holding up the whole fight by talking to me

DAVE: i can see you on tv

DAVE: theyre booing you dude

DIRK: Oh.

DIRK: Then yes, I guess that is what I’m doing.

JAKE: Dirk are you going to be much longer with your telephone call?

JAKE: The crowd is getting feisty... you didnt get too badly winded from our last scrum did you dirk?

DIRK: Haha, no Jake. I’m fine. I’ll just be a minute.

JAKE: What about the agitated rabble? Theyre starting to throw things.

DIRK: I don’t know. Do a dance or something. Sing a song.

DIRK: They love anything you do.

JAKE: Ummm.

JAKE: Ok sounds stupid but ill try.

DAVE: why do you want people to hate you so much

DAVE: its fucked up

DIRK: You’re reading way too much into it.

DIRK: If I wanted another round of embarrassingly indulgent and mutually masturbatory psychoanalysis, I would have called my daughter instead.

DAVE: hm

DAVE: do i need to point out how fucking weird what you just said was or can that start going without saying at this point

DIRK: I think it can go without saying.

DAVE: nice

DIRK: The point is, playing myself up as a villain figure in this hacky rap pageant has nothing to do with getting people to dislike me. Besides, everyone loves a good villain. When they boo, they don’t really mean it.

DIRK: I think you’d be surprised by how popular I actually am.

DAVE: i dunno man

DAVE: did...

DAVE: did someone just throw a diaper at you

DIRK: There’s gonna be some diapers, yeah.

DAVE: sounds bad

DIRK: The point is, this is much less about me, and more about providing a foil for Jake’s heroism and charisma.

DIRK: It’s very important that his popularity continues to be cultivated, to maximize his political capital.

DAVE: political capital

DAVE: what the fuck are...

DAVE: ok how long have you known about the jane thing

DAVE: i mean is this something you have been planning for like

DAVE: a long time or

DIRK: Planning is such an intense word.

DAVE: god damn it

DIRK: Look, let’s just say there have been some conversations.

DIRK: Does that meet with your approval?

DAVE: jane is a shitty candidate dude

DAVE: shes going to be so shitty

DIRK: I thought you’d feel that way.

DIRK: I respectfully disagree.

DAVE: i get shes a good friend of yours and all but even you have to admit how far up her own ass she is

DIRK: Of course. I consider it to be among her best qualifications for the job.

DAVE: christ

DAVE: ok if nothing else have you at least taken into account the DEVASTATION to the economy this will cause???

DIRK: You know perfectly well how much we differ on fiscal policy.

DIRK: Maybe this isn’t the best time for one of our epic debates on the subject?

DAVE: yeah what was i thinking

DAVE: wasting the time of the dude currently holding up a televised rap contest so bad hes gettin diapers thrown at him

DIRK: Dave, I think if you search your soul, you’ll come to the same conclusion I have. Jane is just what this planet needs.

DIRK: We’ve all had our fun here, but it’s easy to overlook the fact that civilization on Earth C is hardly a sustainable proposition.

DIRK: Just beneath the surface, it’s quite a dangerous and unstable place.

DAVE: i know that

DAVE: which is why actually i think it would be cool to have a president that is good instead of bad

DIRK: He’s not as great as you think.

DAVE: what

DAVE: who

DAVE: obama??

DAVE: how dare you

DIRK: No, fool.

DIRK: Karkat.

DAVE: oh

DIRK: I think your heart is in the right place, but the dude is a complete amateur.

DIRK: He’ll get eaten alive. I also have a hard time imagining he even wants the job.

DIRK: Really, it’s an awful idea for him to even run. Think about how much it’s going to inflame the interspecies tensions on this planet. Is that what you want?

DIRK: I’m happy for both of you, really. It’s nice that you encourage and support each other in this way. But you’re sending him on a fool’s errand which can only end badly.

DAVE: wait

DAVE: how do you even know hes entering the race

DAVE: we like just decided this

DIRK: A competent political operative has his ways.

DIRK: Besides, it was always pretty obvious to me you’d react this way the moment the announcement was made.

DAVE: ok thats kinda creepy i guess but it doesnt change anything

DAVE: hes running for president and hes going to fuckin win end of story

DIRK: Fair enough.

DAVE: though now im wondering

DAVE: since you and jane have been planning this for a while how many key endorsements have you locked up

DAVE: cause if youve already got jake on your side then i guess we might as well just fucking quit

DIRK: I wouldn’t worry about that.

DIRK: He and I don’t quite have the rapport we once did.

DIRK: He’s “over me” and doesn’t spare opportunities to make ostentatious demonstration of this claim.

DAVE: um

DIRK: Basically he doesn’t like being told what to do. Especially not by me.

DIRK: So it’s fair to say as of now, he’s still fully in play.

DIRK: Not that I should be encouraging you, really.

DAVE: you are one doubletalking son of a bitch you know that

DAVE: i cant tell if you dont want us to run or are reverse psychology mindfucking us into running

DIRK: Does it matter?

DAVE: i guess not

DAVE: not like i can just stand around and wait for president crocker to like

DAVE: write fucking grammar laws into the constitution

DIRK: Good.

DIRK: That’s a heroic attitude to have, which I’m pleased to hear. Even if your plan is stupid, which it is, and even if Karkat would be an atrocious president, which he would.

DAVE: nuh uh

DIRK: Sorry to cut this short, but diapers are starting to come down pretty hard right now, and some of them haven’t even had their babies removed.

DAVE: what

DIRK: That was a joke.

DIRK: Goodbye, Dave.

DIRK: Sorry for the momentary diversion, Jake. Now where were we?

JAKE: Momentary??? Gadzooks man you were on the phone for half a friggin hour!

JAKE: I know you like to get the crowd all hot and bothered but we are supposed to be professionals here!

DIRK: You’re right, my bad. Won’t happen again.

DIRK: How about you kick off the next round?

DIRK: I bet this crowd will settle its shit right down the moment you drop the latest rhymes you’ve been tinkering with.

DIRK: You know the ones.

JAKE: Gasp.

JAKE: You dont mean...

DIRK: Oh. But I DO.

JAKE: Tally ho its me, jake mcgee!

JAKE: Popping my pistols off, two shots and a kiss

JAKE: My aim is tops, i never miss

JAKE: One shot to the heart and the other to your lips

JAKE: Im heedless

JAKE: You cant impede this

JAKE: While these cads are all hat and very little cattle

JAKE: Cattle so weak one fears they might be feedless!

JAKE: As i prattle and digress you try to make your egress

JAKE: In the middle of the battle, but surely ye jest?

JAKE: FIDDLE FADDLE!

JAKE: My rhymes are known to bring the rattle

JAKE: I rattle those bones right down to the bit

JAKE: Im a mellifluous old chap who knows how to take a hit

JAKE: Im the tip...

JAKE: Tip top of the morning!

JAKE: A rip roaring halt to your snoring

JAKE: Like pouring butter on bacon

JAKE: Their hunger awakens!

JAKE: All the rascally scalawags

JAKE: And dastardly jackanapes

JAKE: Always ask of me, mate what is shaking?

JAKE: With golden gas pipes such as jake-eng’s

JAKE: Im dodging their shade and ducking their jape-slings

JAKE: While my rump stokes a thirst that my rhymes have been slaking!

JAKE: When the splendid lads and ladies ask me “how do you do?” i -

DIRK: Whoops. Jake, sorry to cut you off...

DIRK: Looks like I’m getting another call. Really need to take this one.

DIRK: Gonna have to wrap this battle up sooner than scheduled.

DIRK: Yo Rose, what’s up?

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #dave strider #dirk strider #jake english #meat epilogue #page 5

[song-of-yohan]

‘Now, talk.’

“What am I supposed to talk about?”

Stacks of paper suddenly being thrown on the table, captured bloody scenes are on the surface, along with a familiar face bathed in crimson red.

‘Those.’

Trigger Warnings: Murder , Blood , Violence , Death , Gore , etc.

2022.12.12 | 11:57 AM

Jeju, South Korea.

“Please come back again later!”

“Thank you for coming!”

“Apples? Oh, those are on the back! Let me help you finding those!”

“Do you need any assist?”

Today has been a busy day for Song Yohan, since there is an undeniably significant increase on the number of customers. Even though the exhaustion is getting a little bit unbearable, seeing how the owners of the shop smiling, joyous face helped him on building his almost evaporated energies.

At least, he managed to communicate with people.

At least, he got people smiling contently.

“Yohan, it’s lunch time already, have some break first, Harabeoji will take care of the rest.”

“Oh, yes—thank you so much!”

Twinkling eyes, turning his head before bowing to the last customer he was serving and averting his attention to the senior couple. Dashed to the staff room and took of his apron immediately, anticipating the nice meal indulging his tastebuds. Smiling, he closed his eyes and intertwine his fingers, ready to enjoy the meal until,

BANG!

“SOMEONE PLEASE CALL AMBULANCE!”

2023.12.07 | 07:31 PM

New York, USA.

That event happened almost a year ago yet the memory plagued in his back of mind persistenly. It was so vivid until Yohan can describe every single thing on the scene with precise details, truly exceptional—and the fact he needed to testify for great amount of time because of that, being suspected as one of the strategists instead of a mere witness even though the security cameras and other people who were at the scene already told otherwise.

The world is rigged, and he surely knew it better than anyone else. If an easy catch is provided in front of them, why should ones get through the difficult way?

It wasn’t surprising that he remained calm—if not being simply uninterested, clearly unbothered with the atmosphere even though those investigators kept pushing on him with those tricky questions, some of them even lost their cool in front of the twenty three years old lad after throwing some questions. From challenging gaze to provoking choice of words and tone, he naturally drew the suspicion from those people. However, his peak remark was,

“You only believe what you want, don’t you?”

which got him sent back home not too long after.

Lucky to anyone targeted on Yohan—none of them chased him that night since he more likely will turn them into minced meat if there was any. Instead, he handed himself handful tasks on continue, not giving his body any proper rest for the next week since got nothing else to do—the shop was temporarily being closed since Harabeoji needs to be hospitalized.

Scattered papers and massive amount of opened tabs on his devices were his inevitable view, until his work worth of hours finally showing the result. A smile grew on his lips and he clapped his hands in such a content, proud heart. In no time, he already pocketed some extracted deadly nightshade he taught himself to made.

He’s ready to deliver the package that person asked.

Yohan acknowledged this mission would be far from easy even though he knew plenty informations about his target already. Nurturing his short-lived patience well, he tried to merge himself into his target’s neighborhood by blending there, as if he’s a new tenant leaving nearby who needs to get guided by the people around.

Years of teaching himself on doing this kind of thing surely able to display its result. It only took days for him to be able to pinpoint the person’s daily activities—he even managed to strike some conversations with him until the exchanged words on one of those tea at the evenings caught him off guard.

His heart raced and he no longer able to contain his feeling, to the point where he needed to excuse himself and ran outside only to stare at a particular building at end corner of the street. His ears rang loud as the rythm of his heart began to double than it should be yet he tried to remain calm outside even though his fingers already turning white inside his coat pockets, containing his excessive anger.

Memories of some imagery flashed inside his mind, led himself to a solid conclusion he was trying to figure out since days ago—by the end of the day it was all because of him, the unfortunate events tailing him ever since he escaped his own death.

“I’ll send you to Hell with my own hands.”

2023.12.08 | 00:35 AM

New York, USA.

“Surprise!”

The young male voice might sound energetic yet there’s more than just a joy bubbling inside his blood—it’s the deadly nightshade in his palm, waiting to be transferred into the new body, no longer being trapped in the small, jammed tube. His small giggle escaped noticing the horror glinting on those eyes of his target and how prominent it turned noticing the body was immobile.

“Why? Are you afraid?”

His question rolled as if it was nothing, accompanying his light steps toward the person, approaching him with nothing but flat, emotionless face.

“I’m Yohan, that Song Yohan. Shouldn’t you missed me? How long is it already? Ten years? I’ve lived that long even though you guys kept telling me to die. Shouldn’t you be proud of me?”

Yohan chuckled a bit, the syringe in his hand is being checked. “I taught myself until I’m able to track you guys, trying to pluck every single infected grass so there won’t be another Song Yohan in the future.”

Silent scream being aired loud yet he couldn’t care any less and just wearing his most beautiful smile on his lips once their gaze met. “I won’t miss you. Thank you for playing with Song Yohan!”

A jab, right to the nerve surely sent his target to eternity. Injecting the poison as he pressed it deeper, leaving nothing but a winning smile on his facade along with the low giggling escaping his lips. Watching how those eyes slowly lost its spark, leaving a soulless, empty gaze.

“I think I’m being too kind to you,” muttered him after analyzing the whole body—he’s no longer breathing. Gaze was quick to be averted and he found himself diving on those stack of files, being more and more anxious reading every single information written on there. His tears melt on the cheek without him knowing—raging inside, he glanced at the lifeless body, chest rised up and down rapidly and the next thing he knew, the fabrics wore by him got additional color in it.

He screamed, he cried, he groaned on each stab he made, on every tear he created—turning the body into nothing but minced meat, impossible to be recognized unless it goes under further examinations.

“Stop! Drop that and raise your hands!”

“NEVER! HE DESERVES IT!”

Laughter aired in the room and his movements gradually became more ruthless, he even went as far as breaking the bones using the notebook he managed to grab earlier, clearly enjoying the masterpiece he just carve. He was deeply immersed into the moment until his senses become numb and,

THUD

“Take him.”

2023.12.08 | CURRENT TIME

Investigation Room, Unknown.

“Do you need more stimulation? Then there, we found these too, maybe it can help you.”

His eyes widen seeing his belongings scattered on the table, legs are quick to react until the clinking noises stopped him to. At that moment, he realized he was chained to the chair with arms behind his back. Sighed in defeat, he decided to respond the previous quote-unquote questions instead.

“I just tried to make sure I won’t hurt the wrong person,” answered him with both eyes closed and head being tilted backward only to find out he got nothing to lean on and he feels heavily bummed knowing that. “He deserves that. I only defended myself and prevent further chase on me. That’s it.”

Silence was the only thing existing in the room until the male sitting across him finally began his possibly long, nonsense speech. “Good. So you admit you were planning these. That way, it’s impossible to call this as a defending act—it’s a planned murder. You’ll be more likely being sent to jail and rot in there instead of just staying for several years. Not to mention since you’ve done this several times, so maybe death penalty?”

The continuation resulting in Yohan fingers turned into fists, anger started to fill him. “But here’s the thing, I’m intrigued by the fact that you’re not working alone yet you managed to gather these much information. And on top of it, your analysis were on point. You also used nightshade instead of artificial chemical. I believe you know more than these. You have a strong potential.”

Still, no interest invested on him—Yohan’s eyes were both closed, trying to send him to the dreamland instead of giving any attention toward him. “Also, the person you just murdered—butchered to be exact, was actually our next target since he was charged with malpractice, child abduction, drug smuggling, what else?”

“Unethical experiment.”

He snapped his fingers. “Correct, unethical experiment. There are at least sixteen people being his victim and I believe you’re included in the list. Right, Song Yohan?”

Hearing his name being mentioned by person, he finally lifted his head although the disinterest on those eyes were hard to ignore. “Sadly, unlike you, there’s no report of any survivor, whether they’re being killed or simply didn’t manage to survive so we simply have no further clues of the case.”

“…stop this boring conversation and just get to the point. I’m bored already.”

Something in Yohan’s reaction tickled his interest, shook his head and soon approaching the male, forcing their eyes to meet as he delivered the main intention.

“I can help you slip out from this case and provide aid and information regarding those scientists. That, if you want to work for us.”

He furrowed his brows. “What work?”

“The detail will be given later. You simply need to spy on someone. Are you in?”

“…clear my criminal records too.”

“Pardon?”

“Clear my criminal records.” Yohan stared at the man, stoic face with piercing gaze.

“You began to amuse me more, young man. You sure you don’t want to take more time to think it thoroughly?”

“I have nothing more to lose—the only thing I might lose is my life, if not my dignity. If I’m getting help on things I’ve been itching to accomplish soon, why would I need more time to think?”

“Impressive, really impressive!” He applaud, a big smile arched on the lips. “Let’s see if you really meant it, young man. Because apparently, I would never appreciate a hypocrite bluffer being around.”

“Neither do I.” Yohan sneered. “Also, please return my things too or just say goodbye to me. I can say I was just defending myself too for those cases of mine.”

For a moment, silence was all that can be found in the room along with some crinkling noises coming from Yohan’s movements until a swung door ignited his rolling eyes. “Oh, I’m so bored…” muttered him, now slouching on his chair. Gaze at the ceiling, lips jutted.

“You are? I thought you’ll still be a cheerful, enthusiastic one, just like what those people around you said.”

The newcomer’s presence made him realized the person he was talking to surely has a high position and suddenly, it piqued his interest. The gesture, the style, the gaze, he can’t help but paying more attention toward the guy. “But that doesn’t matter to me. Your participation in our team does.”

Yohan snorted as his boredom along with the anger began to float more on the surface. Trying to free himself by shaking the cuffed wrists, loud groans rolled out as he kept his gaze on both men. “Work this, team that—you keep offering me things but WHY YOU KEEP ME ON THIS STATE, DON’T YOU THINK IF YOU REALLY NEED ME TO FILL THAT I’LL NEED TO BE PROVIDED WITH MORE COMFORTABLE POSITION INSTEAD OF—AAAAAHHHHH FUCK YOU!”

The sudden change on Yohan’s temper surely caught the other male off guard. “Should I—“

An arm raised, stopping him from doing anything meanwhile his eyes were latched on the fuming male.

“Hey, calm down. You can get charged because of that—unwilling to cooperate with us. Should I remind your current position as well?”

Clenching his jaw hard, teeth gritted. He finally managed to restrain some of his madness, ready to listen everything might be told to him. However, the flushed cheeks and ragged breathing were still there.

“Leave.” A simple order from the person resulting them being the last two in the room. Unmoving from the last position, his gaze never once lifted from the other. “It’s called Desolated Hollow, the team.”

“Sounds depressing much.”

He somehow, doesn’t look bothered by the sudden remark coming from the younger. Not even a single flinch was able to be noticed by Yohan—who’s now being more tensed on his own seat. “You’ll fill this one position and all you need to do is keeping your eyes on him.”

The image of someone is shown to him. Eyes squinting, trying to recall the moments where he might ever met him only to end up shaking his head since he’s failed to recognize the person. “I don’t know him. Who’s that?”

“Gabriel Black. Basically, a valuable informant with a special condition,” explained him. “Aside of keeping us informed about his activities, you’ll be assigned on him each time he pays a visit and that’s all.”

Hearing those, his brow raised high as he struggled in connecting the dots—why it needs to be him? It’s not a dangerous task, if he may say. An ordinary staff will be sufficient to execute the work, but why…

“You’re allowed to do anything preventing him on doing things affecting the team negatively but remember, make sure he’s alive and willing to provide more for us. Take note of this, he’s a sociopath.”

…click. Oh, that’s why.

“I’ll add these to help you decide—remembering you also have some information regarding the scientists, not to mention you’re the only survivor we knew and well, how many people have you murdered?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t count.”

A smile drawn on his facade as the response came out faster than expected. “Together with the last victim, it’s seven. At least that what recorded in these,” said him while waving the papers from before. “It’s easy for us to put a death sentence on you. But wouldn’t it be a waste for both of us? You can never accomplish your goal too if you refuse my offer.” Erasing the distance between them with his unfaltered smile, once again forcing their gaze to meet. “So, what’s your answer, Song Yohan?”

“I’ll join if you’re able to grant my requests. Clear my criminal records, give me all the information you know about those damned scientists and return my things.” Nudging his things using his chin, not even blinked when he stared at him. “Can you?”

“Sure.”

“And let me do things the way I want to. I believe you won’t need to know the process, you just need the results, no?”

A nod with contented smile on facade delivered the answer better than any word can do. “Very well. When can we sign the terms and conditions?”

“It will never happen,” Yohan was quick to respond. “At least until you release me.”

—xxx—

[mynerdcloud]

Want to be used so bad.

Filled with cum for my man, the only man who can see me like this.

My pussy nice and smooth, properly shaved and wet for him.

I’m pretending to be asleep, waiting for you to take his nightly showers after work. As the water starts to run, I would sneakily try to take my panties off under the sheets, placing myself in a way, my top is visible to give the impression I’m ready for bed and going to sleep.

But really I’d be fingering myself and trying to come only for him to come out of the shower for the warm air to hit my back, I’d do my best hiding the shower but he’d see it anyways. Realising I’m awake. Getting in slowly, behind me, i feel the blanket being lifted, i do my best to not react to the cold air, with my fingers still in my pussy.

I hear his deep breathing, he reaches over and pulls me my waist with his hand, making my fingers pull out of my dripping pussy, making it clench around nothing instinctively. I hear the noice or shuffling and the feel of his hands drifting south. The feeling of anticipation as realisation draws to him, how I’m not wearing any panties.

His breathing more rigged. He calls my name, calling me to his attention. I ignore it best i can. But then I feel him push me further into his lap, making me feel how hard he is. There he is, all because of me and me only. I’m his, and he is mine. I smile softly at that thought.

“Baby~” He breathes close to my ear, i feel him move and push his naked dick in between my legs, pushing it passed my pussy, and back. “Fuck babe, I can feel how wet you are, hm? Is this all for me.” Yes i wanted to say, but this was our game, I’d pretend to be asleep letting him use me as he pleases, so i keep my lips closed.

I hear his sexy chuckle, “always a game for you huh baby?” He says teasing me harder, pushing one of my legs up and behind me onto his hip. Giving him more access. Fuck, i bite my lips to stop the noise strangling out. His breathing in my ear doesn’t help, fuck i need him to touch me properly. I start to breath heavy, shoving my face into the pillow but he yanks my hair back forcing me to release the sounds out. “Don’t tempt me darlin, you won’t like the results. I’ve had a long and hard day. and the only thing that gives me my humanity is through your sweet, sweet sounds. Won’t you be a good girl and do that for me?” He reaches over pinching my nipple, forcing a yelp out of me. “Can’t hear you?”

“Yes.” I yelp as he slaps my tit. He pushes away turn me on the bed with him on top of me. In between my legs, the blanket over his shoulders and the cold air hitting my body, with my thin white shirt. I look into his eyes and notice a strange look i haven’t seen in a while. He is smirking. I don’t have time to react before he rips of my shirt. The cold air sending a shiver throughout my body, my nipples getting turned on and pointed right before he latches on to me covering me from the world with him and our cacoon. He circles his lips around my nipple, sucking and tugging. My hands instinctively reach for his hair, as i massage and run my hands through it. Releasing as much tension from him as I can. If we are a partner and need to make things work, we need to have each others back. Sometimes it can look like this, sometimes it can look mor wholesome. Right now, all i can think about is him, and us. Our world. He makes his way up to my shoulders and my neck, leaving sloppy kisses. I grow wetter as his dick grinds in between us. I let out noises, leading him on. Sometimes moments feel not only temporary but also spiritually connected like it’s deeper then what lust and love combined can put people through. Like a strong sense of trust and vulnerability deeper then sex, more then the urge of wanting him inside me, like our souls are intervening. “Baby please” I tell him.

“Please what?” He teases playfully. I catch a smile as he kisses me sweetly.

“Please I need you.” I say in between breaths.

“How much?” He says looking directly in my eyes, a direct connection for our souls, to combine.

“More then the urge to breath and live. All i want it you, all i need is you.” I whisper. He leans forwards at my request.

“This is why I married you darling. Only you understand me, only you were made for me. I’m lucky i saved myself for a you, every second is worth it when I’m with you.” He says his eyes tearing with raw emotion, more then I’ve ever seen before. I kiss his tears away.

“Me too baby, me too.” I feel my own eyes tearing up, as it were our first time, the emotions return. Our vulnerability emerging and creating such a force i feel it with each thrust. Our kiss shaky and emotional, i lean into his neck as he does mine. Fulfilling the sexual desires to be with each other. I hold onto him tightly, feeling such an intense rush flow through my body, i tense up, biting onto his shoulders to lessen the load of my tension. I feel him kiss my neck, sucking harder then before. Filling me up inside, before he collapses beside me, breathing heavy, wrapping his arms around my body

“I love you,” he says to me smiling lazily, i kiss him “and i love you my sweetheart.”

He smirks slightly before laughing, tickling my neck with his hot breath “what?” I ask.

He pats my lower stomach, “I forgot my condom, would that be a big deal for ya?” My eyes widen, my mouth agape.

“There is no way.” I say stunned, i lift the blanket and sure enough, he is naked, naked. Not even a single wrap. “Really?” I say smiling, my eyes watering.

“Yeah i know how much you wanted one, i wanted to tell you but you were playing your own little game, i just couldn’t help it.” He says kissing my temple. “I love you so much baby. I know how hard it is for you alone, and the dogs don’t fulfil your family dream but I’m ready. Where you go, I go.” I smile so much, i think my face breaks. Kissing him so hard.

I pull back breathless, “i love you so much, you won’t believe me even if I tell you.”

“Oh you don’t need to wifey, you can save that for our kids.” He says with the most gentle smile.

We spent the entire night talking about our lives and what we would name our kid. Our bond is only getting stronger.

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This is a teaser from my friends book, will release the name when she gives me permission to, follow for more updates.

Love yeah peoples.

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