#I’ve wanted a gangsta gun for so long

[ruluxe]

tagged by @gaytaiga , so sorry this took forever but thank you for tagging me! <3

1. why did you choose your url? I've been through 3 url changes on here, two from back when I was largely in the Katekyo Hitman Reborn fandom. I was rubyfiamma for the longest time. Ruby goes back to a really old mmorpg handle of mine (rubymax) and when i got into khr, I loved Gokudera so much that I made my first 59xRuby (59 being the fandom code for Gokudera) then rubyfiamma (ruby -= red, fiamma = flame which was the colour of Gokudera's storm flame). Now we're here, at ruluxe. I've shortened my name to just Ru and Luxe is a play off my last name irl. I'm older and needed a change so it's just. Me.

2. any side blogs? I have 3 - @1-800-slut4shiro (VLD sideblog back when I was active in the fandom), @delicotwilight (gangsta. sideblog), @illuquestex (aesthetic sideblog I rarely use anymore) (also used to have a ton of khr rp blogs but I don't rp anymore sadly)

3. how long have you been on tumblr? 2013-2014, I think. I left in 2018 and I came back this year.

4. do you have a queue tag? it's just ru.que !

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? I was convinced by an 8059 facebook group to move here for more content and to get more exposure for my fanfics

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? Well I ended up coming back to tumblr because I fell hard for aokaga again, so I chose them to illustrate my current obsession AND ofc these specifically because @anjizu makes the best edits <3

7. why did you choose your header? same answer as above!

8. what’s your post with the most notes? My edit: Thus spoke Rohan Kishibe

9. how many mutuals do you have? I apologize if I leave anyone out, but I've been away for a long time and lost touch with a lot of my mutuals from before, also idk who a lot of you are because of url changes. I've made some new ones tho too! They're just too much to count rn but shoutouts to @for-the-saba , @cheshagirl , @korok-no-ballsket , @spaztictwitch , @vongolathetenth , @anjizu , @kuroosden , @explodoriot , @jennyonthenet , @ahobaka-trash , @gaytaiga, @hybristophilica , @hkbs-world, @imaginarydragonling, @fujitsubos , @deafeningcat, @toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime , @colorseeingchick , @josukesbeetch , @what-the-fuck-khr and more for always being in my dms and notes <3

10. how many followers do you have? 1024, a testament of how long I've been here lol

11. how many people do you follow? 1202, I have a tendency to follow back if a blog has similar interests, unless they have a DNI list or they're minors

12. have you ever made a shitpost? mm... maybe? once upon a time, i'm sure

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? logged in all the time but i've been using it less frequently because i've been super busy TAT

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? A few; one very big blog in the Free! fandom during the sourin/rinharu shipwar, and a few anons with khr AND knb shiphate, and once in the gangsta. fandom when someone jumped the gun on a callout post before knowing their shit

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I usually give them a read and if it's worth spreading the word, I reblog but I don't always pay attention to them

16. do you like tag games? love em! sometimes it just takes me a while to get back but feel free to tag me any time!

17. do you like ask games? same goes as the above!

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? i'm pretty sure i'm mutuals with a few tumblr famous ppl but idr most of them, i'm so sorry i've been away for too long

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? I love my gf @for-the-saba <3 <3 (check out her amazing art)

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, and the mutuals I mentioned earlier! No obligations tho x

#gaytaiga #ru.replies #tag meme #thank you again buddy! <3 #long post #also nico if you're reading this: what the hell is url :') you have a spot above there too

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 52

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Neo and I waltzed up on Aurum. I had my pipe clenched between my front teeth and was taking a pull on it long enough to make my head spin. Damn, it felt good. Silence, apart from the soul rending music. True peace with the bugs behind my face.

Cobalt and Obsidian were there and they were armed. Obsidian had a hatchet, red and black, and Cobalt had a machine gun. I could only guess who they were for. They didn't really concern me. I was a tough cookie and Neo was no slouch.

"Well you busted my boys out. I owe you for that," Aurum told me. "Join me. Have a seat."

I did, carefully maneuvering the harness of tools on my back. Neo plopped down beside me, kicking one leg up over the other. I watched Cobalt's eyes watch her legs and snorted a little. Maybe he hadn't seen any action in a while.

I took another long take on my pipe and made sure to blow it away from Neo out of a sense of politeness and professional courtesy.

"You got my information?" I half asked, half demanded. "I want to know about that facility."

"Easy champ. Relax. Have a drink." He poured one out for us. Neo obliged him but I was already cruising. The ceiling and walls were doing a decent rate in my head. It felt awesome but I didn't need to add to that in case things went sideways.

I tapped my pipe out on an ashtray. "You better not fuck around with me. I'll rip your party pad apart to find what I want and I'll hand you over to Neo. She'll chew into you."

"Don't be like that. I was just going to offer you more work. You did a good job and you're quite the badass from what I'm told." Obsidian shuffled, a touch nervously. Perhaps remembering coasting by guide wires thousands of feet above the ground as I flew him and his pal around. Or maybe he was remembering the way I ripped the roof off his prisoner transport. "I have no intention of pissing you off. I just wanted you to know that there was more I could offer you."

"Like what?"

"Money, for one."

"Not interested," I disagreed quickly. I had millions in digital currency and a few dozen grand in cash.

"Maybe so." He went with it easily. "How about information on the General. I can put you in contact with a group that will let you know what he's really up to. I don't have the details myself."

I reclined. He had my attention. I packed another bowl from my grinder.

"Let's hear about the Schnee and her facility first. Then we can talk about the General."

"Very well. She visits the Sinovial Bunker everyday. It's near the academy. All she does is visit this old lady the whole place is built around. Your guess is as good as mine as to why. I have a few eyes inside but they're not allowed close to the woman. The only person she's allowed to see is the Schnee, which death might be preferable to."

I nodded. It was the summer or winter maiden. It had to be. That made Winter the next maiden if the General's plan went well. Something to keep an eye on. I could set my trap for Cinder around the place.

"Or maybe your guess as to why is better than mine."

"Maybe." I took a toke, keeping the place spinning at an appropriate rate. Not too fast, not too slow. Indica tended to wear off fast.

"Well don't share everything all at once now." He laughed and poured himself another drink.

"I had no intention of doing so. You'd be the one owing me after that."

"So are you ready to talk about the General?" He asked.

"And a few other people. What have you heard about a man named Merlot?" I asked. He frowned and shook his head. "How about Tyrian Callows? Or Hazel Rainart? Or Cinder Fall?"

"The first one rings a bell. He's in Atlas if nothing else. A scorpion faunus, yes?"

I nodded. "He's incredibly dangerous. I have a bit of a vendetta against him. He tried to kill me once."

"He tried to kill you ."

"I wasn't always such a badass."

"Well if he comes up, I'll leave him to you, shall I?"

"That would be best. He might kill you and torture you for fun. He's a bit of a psycho."

"Well I'm willing to pass on information about all four. In exchange for a favor."

"What do you need me to do?" That's what I was. I was a doer. I got things done for people now.

"A rival gang is moving in on my territory. I need you to stomp them out. It shouldn't be a problem for somebody of your talents."

"You need them dead or just hurt?" I asked.

"Either or. I need them out of my way."

"Tell me more about them."

"They're called the Blue-Hats. You heard of them?"

I shook my head and exhaled smoke. It was quickly lost to the energy of The Den.

"They've got this big hang-out in Cerebri-Plaza. I'll show you." He pulled out his scroll and flicked open a map of Atlas. "They're fucking annoying."

"What do they do?"

"Run drugs mostly. Occasionally they do killings and beatings but mostly drugs. They're my main competition when it comes to hyper."

I nodded along. "And you want me to bust their skulls. Burn their supply, maybe."

"I like where your head's at. I'd rather you steal it for my boys but if you can't do that then go for it and burn it. Sure, why not?" He swallowed some of his drink. "My own boys haven't been able to crack at them, not since they were in prison. But now we have you. And I'd rather things didn't devolve into shooting in the streets. Try and keep it indoors. You get this done for me. And I'll find out about those four. All you want to know. Plus the General's secret project. What do you say?"

I chewed on my pipe and looked at his projected map of Atlas. "Send me their location information."

"What? You going to do it now?"

"I've got nothing better to do. I'll be back before the night is over. Keep my seat warm." If it was just this then it would be easy. Too easy. I sometimes forget what life was like for non-hunters. Considering how long I'd been a hunter.

I'd been at it for nearly my whole life. Practically my whole life. It's just that I was only three years old or so. I've been out of the tank that long, I guess. I was maybe four depending on how you wanted to cut your definition of life, which I realize was a discussion most people didn't have to have with themselves.

That's how long I'd been grown in that incubator to adulthood. Then I'd immediately gone to Beacon, had my aura unlocked, and started fighting.

It was a matter of relativity, I suppose. I'd been at it for arguably longer than Ruby or Yang had been. If it was a matter of ratios rather than time, that is.

"Well you do work fast," Aurum said in his tacky suit.

I stood up and Neo bounced on her heels behind me. "Yep." I told her. "We're off to smash some heads in. Get excited."

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It was a three story building and I took my time scoping it out. I'd had to pocket my pipe once I got outside of The Den. I was sure I had an earthly cologne, besides.

It was getting to midnight and sure enough a bunch of boys in blue hats came in and out of the building. The closest thing to gang uniforms that really existed besides the Malachites' gear.

It had nice glass windows and music and lights radiated from the inside. It sounded like as much of a party was going on inside as was taking place at The Den. It was too bad Neo and I were going to pop this joint.

I pulled a few red dust crystals and squeezed them until they shattered like I practiced. Then I waved a hand and blew out the windows on the top floor with fire. Screaming poured from the inside. I had told Aurum I was going to burn it and he made it clear he didn't care enough for me to not.

I palmed a yellow crystal and crushed it in my hand. I waved a hand and lightning struck the upper floor and shook the building.

I was going to shake and batter the place with my magic first. Then I was going to strike with Neo beside me. She had her umbrella leaning against one shoulder and was standing next to me, watching me cast my bolt against the building.

The building was all silver greys like much of the Atlas skyline. And it had been built to code with enough distance between it and the nearby buildings that the fire now burning inside wouldn't spread. It was an isolated target.

I activated my semblance. I felt the power flood over and throughout me. I focused my will, my very essence on holding onto the power as long as I could. I glowed blue and hummed with energy.  

I reached over my shoulder and drew the bronze and white longsword with the foot and a half long red handle. I spun it in one hand with ease, leaving my shield on my back. The broadsword would only be hampered in doors and I was fast enough that the shield wasn't necessary for these sorts of goons.

I walked up to the burning building and kicked the front door down and in. People came running out screaming and I let them. It was those staying behind to save the product from the burning building I would need to deal with.

A kid with a blue hat turned a pistol sideways at me and shot with atrocious aim. He had red hair and dark eyes. Another blakc haired kid added submachine gun fire to the mix and I rushed forward, hovering inches above the ground.

I slashed Mr. Gangsta to the ground. He fell screaming. Then I cut the submachine gun into pieces and reached my free hand out and grabbed the man still holding the butt of the weapon. I threw him behind me into a wall hard enough to crack it. Both him and the wall, that is.

There were people trying to save boxes from the upstairs fire. Boxes which I could smell were full of greens and it made my mouth water a touch. Unfortunately I couldn't have any of that and I raced at them and sliced the boxes out of their hands.

A knife came up at me which I blocked with my free hand and turned with incredible strength against its user, a brown haired kid with blue eyes. It sank into his stomach and he fell gasping to the stairs. Slumping to the side. Red smeared across his hair and face.

I snatched a pistol out of one of their hands and shattered it by squeezing it. I kicked him down but left him alone otherwise so he could carry the others to safety.

The last man had aura. It was blue and crackling.

I kicked him with both legs and he fell to the side. I bashed him with the pomel of Crocea Mors. I claimed the stairway to find Neo already fighting on the second floor. There were nearly fifteen Blue-Hats up here. I readied my sword and slashed the barrel of a rifle in two and throw the man behind it to the ground. I kicked him in the chin afterwards.

I slashed at another in the gut and he went down holding his chest and letting the blood fly free. I stepped past the dying man and onto the next. I stabbed with the tip of Crocea Mors and met resistance. More aura. I stabbed again and cut once and eventually made my way through it and he fell to the side bleeding.

I came up on a woman in a blue hat and long blonde hair. She was pretty enough with bright blue eyes but I cut her aside anyways with the diagonal edge of Crocea Mors' longsword.

I slammed the hilt of the blade into the skull of another and I pulled out another dust crystal. Yellow. I squeezed it and it turned grey as it broke and the energy came rushing up my arm. I pointed a hand forward and the bolt struck behind where seven of them were forming a foreign line and tossed them about like rag dolls.

Just because I was mostly immune to small arm fire didn't mean I wanted to go up against a firing squad. There were heaps of brown boxes in the corner and I watched the still growing fires consume them.

Neo wrapped her legs around one poor soul's head and flung him back into the flames where he screamed in real pure agony. Getting burned hurts. A lot. Getting burned all over probably hurts a lot more.

I grabbed a blue hat by the collar and picked him up with a casual strength and slammed his head into the ceiling then I tossed him aside. All these guys the fire would probably consume. I went back and stabbed him in the chest. It just seemed more merciful.

I could see plastic packets of hyper, some drown out on tables others still in their boxes. I palmed another fire crystal and let the fire burst forth from it. I was using dust raw. In its most destructive form. I'd heard of sewing it into clothes as Cinder did, I'd also heard of consuming it into the body to be used as a bit of an amplifier. This was either of those. This was the caveman's version of using dust. It was simple and raw.

I was strangely good at it. I consumed a crystal and cast my sword at a group of boxes and let the fires wash forth from the blade. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to hold onto the power very long. Better to use it before it hurt me and let it out.

I was still holding onto my semblance and I glided forward and front kicked a blue hat out of a window. He tumbled through the glass violently and fell the two stories.

The building was starting to cave in on us. Beams from the third floor where I'd sent my first blast were descending onto the second. And I'd set this floor ablaze a plenty.

"Neo! Let's bug out. Jobs done." I told her. The place was falling apart. I slashed at the wall and bounded out into the street and landed in a single massive leap.

I sheathed my sword and brushed ash from my dark clothes. I slapped at my cape where the lamp hung by my side. We made this look easy too. It would have been much harder if I'd been respecting the sanctity of life but who had the time and the power to do that. It would take a near god to go around sparing life in the sort of combat I was in. I could kill, that was abundantly clear.

But how could I minimize the loss of life in a burning building I was attacking? I couldn't stop time or manipulate space. My semblance just made me stronger and faster. And I wasn't sure that Neo would have been on board if I was trying to avoid death all the time. I wasn't sure I could keep her on my side if that was the case.

I released my semblance. Letting my power evaporate into nothing. I'd held onto it for a long time in there. I was sure that with enough practice I'd be able to hold onto the power indefinitely. I might even be able to combine different dust types with it and do all sorts of nasty things one day. For now all I was capable of was raw destruction with dust. I might be able to eat it one day with enough practice. And I had the money for dust and I was in the dust capital of the world.

I'd make time to practice magic. People like Aurum would give me all the targets I could ask for and one life was as inconsequential to me as another. I'd have my share of practice to use the power against.

But when I ran into Tyrian again I wanted to be ready to squash him like the bug he was. And when I fought Cinder again I wanted to have all the tools I could possibly have at my disposal. That meant practicing dust eating. That meant practicing using its raw form and perhaps using it with my weapon to bring out the greatest effect like Raven had done.

In a moment she had turned the tide enough in that fight to escape from me. When I had her dead to rights she'd used dust to leverage enough of an advantage, just enough, to win. I couldn't remain ignorant about dust any longer. I had to learn how to use it for magic.

For now that meant these little things against people like the Blue-Hats. But one day it would mean taking dust to that next level against monsters like Cinder. With enough dust, I could overcome the power of a maiden. I had literally no excuse to stop improving and stop getting better. So in the weeks Neo and I had traveled I practiced.

Yuma had been right to say I was loaded with the stuff. Now I could do minor destruction magic with it. It wasn't enough. It may never be enough but I had to use every resource available to me if I wanted to defeat Cinder. She was two maidens now. I wasn't sure there had ever been such a thing in all of history but she was now.

She also knew how to use dust and glass and gods only knew what her semblance was. She was dangerous. Probably more dangerous than me and more dangerous than ever. I need the edge dust could bring if I ever wanted to defeat her. That was why I brought Neo on board.

I needed to seize every edge.

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-WG

#neo #neapolitan #cloud strife #jaune arc #rwby #ffvii #ff7 #motion sickness #war of the roses #white rose #whiterose #whiteknight #white knight #lancaster #ruby rose x jaune arc x weiss schnee

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

I need a gangsta to love me better

Summary: When you travel with the doctor you meet some of the most amazing people you can meet. But that also doesn't mean would face some of the most difficult decisions you would ever have to make. I never thought that while traveling with the doctor that I would meet the possible love of my life.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry.” Grace said. I let out a sigh. “I guess I should have known that he didn’t feel the same. I just wished that the doctor would come back and get me soon.” I said. “He will don’t you worry about it. He just needs time. He’s in pain.” Grace said. “And I’m not in pain. I loved Amy and Rory as much as he did.” I said as tears filled my eyes. “No one’s denies that you’re in pain either. I can’t imagine the pain that you’re in sweetie losing someone like that.” Grace said. I nodded. “Come on sweetie we should get back before Charlie wakes up.” Grace said. “He is really adorable.” I said. “Why think you sweetie.” Grace said as we started to ride back. “Have you and Tommy thought about having more child? If you don’t mind mine asking.” I said. “Not at all sweetie. We talked about it and we want Charlie to get a bit older before we have another.” Grace said.

The rest of the ride back much wasn’t said. When we got closer to the stables I saw Tommy and Finn outside waiting on us. Why was Finn here? “Hello dear. I thought that Y/n would like a ride through the grounds.” Grace said as we rode closer to the stables and just stopping near the entrance. “Well I hope you enjoyed the ride.” Tommy said as he helped Grace down from her horse as Finn came over to mine and helped me down. “I did thank you Tommy. You do have some beautiful horses.” I said. “Why thank you. I’m sure you remember Finn.” Tommy said. I looked at Finn and gave him a small smile and he gave me one in return. “I do. It’s nice to see you again Finn.” I said. “It’s nice to see you again too Y/n.” Finn said as he took my hand and kissed the back of it. “I’ve asked Finn to be you’re date to the ball and I thought that you two might like to get to know each other a bit more beforehand.” Tommy said. “Why I like that idea Tommy.” Grace said smiling as she put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Why don’t you two go for a walk?” Tommy suggested. Finn offered me his arm. “Shall we.” Finn said. I hooked my arm with his and we walked off together.

“How long were you with the doc before?” Finn asked. “All of my life. The doctor is the only family I have.” I said as I looked down at the ground. “Don’t worry love. I’m sure that he will be back for you.” Finn said. “I’m just worried about how long that will be.” I said. “He loves you. I’m sure he won’t make you wait long.” Finn said. “If he loved me then he wouldn’t have left he never had before so why all of a sudden.” I said. “Perhaps he though since he left you here and the ponds might be able to see one other again.” Finn said. “Then why wouldn’t he stay as well.” I said. “Maybe because he thought that you needed to see them more.” Finn said. I nodded. Finn looked down at his watch. “It’s getting about that time. We should get back to the house.” Finn said. I nodded and we started to walk back to the house.

As we walked back into the house one of the maids came and got me leading me away to get me ready. They had bath ready for me. They got the dress that I was wearing off of me and I got in the tub and got cleaned off. Once I was done with my bath I was put into a simple dress. I was told by one of the maids that Grace needed to see me. I headed to her and Tommy's room where I told she was. Once there I knocked on the door. "Come on in love." I heard Grace say from the other side. I opened the door and entered the room. "I’m here Grace." I said. "I have a surprise for you sweetie. Your dress for the charity event got here while you and Finn were out." Grace said and went to the wardrobe and got a package out of it. "Here you go sweetie." Grace said handing me the package. "Thank you grace." I said as I sat the package on the end of the bed and opened it. Inside was a beautiful blue dress and cream color heels. "Oh my God Grace their beautiful. Thank you so much." I said giving her a hug. "You're welcome sweetie. Come on now let's see how it looks on you." Grace said hugging me back and gave me a kiss on the head. I nodded and took off the dress I was currently wearing and put on the blue dress. "Look at you sweetie you look beautiful." Grace said as I looked in the mirror. "Do you think Finn will like it?" I asked and looked down. I really wish that I was going with Michael but he's going with Charlotte. "I’m sure he will. You look beautiful." Grace said stroking my hair. I nodded. "Come on sweetie let's finish getting you ready huh." Grace said. I smiled and nodded. Grace did my hair and make up. Then another maid came and helped Grace get ready. We both went to go meet Tommy and Finn. We both walked up to the two men. "Well don't you both look gorgeous." Tommy said kissing my cheek then kissed Grace. "You look beautiful." Finn said as he walked up to me. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself.” I said smiling. “Come on now you two. Don’t want to be late.” Tommy said as he ushered grace towards the door. Finn offered me his arm and I smiled as I took it. When Finn and I got to the door Grace and Tommy were already outside. “We didn’t know you’re size when we went to buy you a coat. I just hope it not to big on you.” Finn said as he help me put on the coat that they had brought me. The coat seem just a size to bigger. “It’s perfect thank you Finn.” I said and kissed his cheek. “Come on love.” Finn said as he helped me outside to a car that was already waiting. Finn held my hand as we walked down the stairs and as we got into the car. Finn got into the car behind me and sat next to me in the back as some drove us to where the event was taking place.

As we arrived to where the event was taking place there were men outside that opened the doors to the cars. When we pulled up Finn and already opened the door himself. Finn got out a held a hand out for me. I put my hand in his as he helped me out of the car. When I stepped out of the car I was met with the cold air. I wrapped my coat around me more to keep me warm long enough until we got inside. It only had taken us a few minutes to walk inside. When we walked inside they were people who took our coats from us. Finn has taken my hand again and we walked into the main room where everyone else was.

When we walked into the room we saw Arthur, John and Michael talking to each other. Finn and I walked over to them. Arthur was the first one to notice us. “Well don’t you look beautiful.” Arthur said. “Why thank you Arthur.” I said smiling. “Don’t she look beautiful boys.” Arthur said as he kissed my cheek. “I’m just sorry that Finn here had to be your date.” John said.  “Well now who else would have been my date if it wasn’t for Finn.” I said as I looked at Finn. “Now I’m if Tommy asked Solomons he would have came with you.” John said. “Like hell.” Michael said hatefully. “Who is that?” I asked. “No one you need to worry about love. You might never meet him.” Arthur said.  I nodded. “Come on let’s go get a drink.” Finn said as he lead me away. I looked back as we walked away. Michael had stepped forward but this girl stopped him. That must be the girl from the wedding. “So who is that Solomons man?” I asked. “He’s a man that Tommy does business with from time to time. He and Arthur have some bad history.” Finn said. “What about Michael?” I asked. “He has never met him before.” Finn said. “Then what was he’s deal then?” I asked. “Have no idea love.” Finn said as we walked up to the bar. Finn whistle and held up two fingers. The bartender nodded and walked away.  He came back with two drinks and Finn took them handing me one. “Why thank you.” I said as I took slip. “You’re welcome love.” Finn said.

Finn and I spent the next hour and a half talking. We also spent that time talking with other members of the Shelby family. Michael really didn’t talk to either of us much. But he did glare at Finn the whole time. It was getting closer to the dinner. “I hope you’ve having a good time sweetie.” Polly said. “I have. Thank you for allowing me to come.” I said. “You are too sweet for your own good. You know that.” John said. His wife Esme smacked his shoulder. “Oi watch it. The world could use more of sweet little things like her.” Esme said. I laughed a little. Everyone started to making their way to the dining room. “Well come on you lot.” Polly said. I grabbed Finn’s arm as we made our way to the dining room. Then all of a sudden I heard someone yell for angle followed by a gunshot. Finn was quick to cover my body with his incase there was more gunshots but it was just the one. I could hear screaming and a lot of it. “Are you okay?” Finn asked as he put his arms around me. “I’m fine.” I said.

I looked to see where the gun shot gave from and I saw Grace on the found. “Oh my god.” I said as I ran over to help Tommy. When I kneeled on the ground there was already a sizable pool of blood form. “Get me a fucking ambulance now!” Tommy yelled. “Did the bullet go through?” I asked as put my hands on the wound. Tommy just stared at me. “I need something to stop the bleeding.” I said. Tommy quickly took his dress jacket off and handed it to me. “Can you turn her on her side just for a second I need to see if the bullet went through or if it’s still in her shoulder.” I said as I press the dress jacket to the wound to slow the bleeding down. Tommy did as I said and I did see an exit wound. “There is an exit wound. Keep her awake and alert until that ambulance gets here. Do not let her close her eyes. The bullet made had severed the Subclavian artery or other artery.” I said putting more pressure on Grace’s wound. “Where’s the fucking ambulance!” Tommy yelled. “Grace stay awake okay. You hear me stay awake. Do it for Charlie.” I said. “The ambulance is on its way!” Polly yelled. Grace slowly started to close her eyes. “No no no no. I need hand over here! I need something else to help with the bleeding!” I yelled. Michael was the first over to rush over to me.  He quickly took off his dress jacket. “What do you need me to do?” Michael asked. “There an exit wound close to the shoulder blade keep pressure on the wound.” I said.  Michael nodded and pressed his jacket against the wound. “Grace open your eyes!” Tommy yelled. “Tommy I need you to keep pressure on the entrance wound please. I need to check for a pulse.” I said. Tommy put his hand on top of mine as I quickly slipped mine out from under his as I check Grace for a pulse. But I could get one. “Lay her flat but keep pressure on the wounds I need to start CPR.” I said. Both of the men followed my instructions. I kept doing CPR until I felt someone put theirs arms around my waist. “Love let go.” Michael said. “No I have to keeping doing CPR until the ambulance gets here.” I said. “They’re here love. Love come on let go. You have done all you can.” Michael said as lifted me off the ground slowly. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking. I looked down at my hands to see that were covered in blood. My dress was also covered in blood. Tears quickly filled my eyes. “Is she?” I asked as my voice cracked. “Love.” Michael said giving me my answer. I fell to the floor crying.

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[midnight-in-town]

Can you ecommend me any good mangas for these days? If you have also hardly anything to read I can recommend you Fire Punch, Monster and Jiro Taniguchi's works. Stay healthy. Je te souhaite une belle journée

Hey Anon. :)) Sure I can, but aside from recommending you all the series I’ve ever posted or reblogged about, I can’t do much if you don’t tell me what genre you’re looking for? :3 

As for me, I’m good, thank you so much! I have a lot to read (I haven’t read Fire Punch but I know it’s good and I already read Urasawa Naoki’s Monster). (^3^)/ 

First of all, if you’re into animes, here’s a list of anime originals that I can recommend. As for new manga to read, my blog is full of different titles, but again it will really depend on what you enjoy reading?  

I’ll try though, by sorting them into categories and linking to summaries. :) 

The Shonen™ holy trinity + TG

a.k.a Kuroshitsuji, Shingeki no Kyojin, Ao no Exorcist and Tokyo Ghoul. These are titles that you must have seen on my blog if you pass by sometimes, because they’re some favorites of mine. 

They’re not similar stories but still, in my opinion, they are titles that I would recommend to someone if they told me that they enjoyed at least one of these four (see here why).

Anyway, they’re all good series with a mysterious plot & plot twists, a good cast with lots of character development. Also TG is over but the other three are still on going. Check the summaries and don’t hesitate to ask if you’re interested!

The Seinen Must-Read

Yet another batch of favorite titles that I’d recommend if you read either of these three: Berserk, Vinland Saga and Blade of the Immortal (I’m putting Urasawa Naoki’s Monster in this category too).

Please watch out for graphic violence sometimes, but these are famous and popular series, known for their incredible writing & artstyle and they’re truly a delight to read. 

10/10 would recommend, just make sure to check the trigger warnings first, if there are some things that you really can’t read about. 

My weekly series

These are the weekly series that I enjoy checking out: none over, but all very very good and I’d 100% recommend!

Check their summary and see if they can be your next manga to read: Beastars, Golden Kamuy, Chainsawman.

Special rec: if you read & enjoyed Tokyo Ghoul, then you’ll most likely enjoy Beastars. :))

The hilarious series that actually have a serious main plot 

You know what I mean: the kind of series that makes you laugh like crazy with short funny arcs and that you don’t necessarily expect to have a real plot at first, but when it turns out that they do… well, it is very powerful . x)

These series are Gintama, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Cuticle Detective Inaba and Beelzebub.

I’ll add Spy x Family on the list too, which is a year old by now, but which is of the same type and very enjoyable. :) 

The slice of life series

Best rec of this category gotta be Chihayafuru without a doubt, but if you enjoy the slice of life & chill genre with sometimes comedy and romance, I also have other titles: Yotsubato, Gokushufudou, Koi wa ameagari no you ni, Shimanami Tasogare, Amaama to inazuma and Barakamon.

I don’t know why but these are series I usually read during summer haha, must be their vibes or something. x))

The hidden gems

Don’t know why I’m grouping them together (again, must be a vibe thing because it makes a lot of sense to me, despite the very different plots), but I sure recommend them: these series all have a mysterious plot, some action, slow-building romance, amazing worldbuilding, hella beautiful artstyle… in short I love them. :D 

=> Akatsuki no Yona, Witch Hat Atelier, Song of the long march, Otoyomegatari

Special mention: Blade of the Immortal that I mentioned above could actually fit in this category too (same vibes++), it’s just slightly more violent sometimes.

Did anyone ask for lots of action, as well as sword & gun fights in modern settings?

Because if that’s what you’re seeking, it’d be calling for these series: Gangsta., Black Lagoon and Until death do us part. 

For real, if you’re looking for good & dynamic plots, some adrenaline rush and complex characters, these are the series for you!! Bonus: sexual tension or romance are a thing. 👌👌

The psychological thrillers

a.k.a series that mostly deal with uneasy, difficult and controversial themes like sexual & child abuse, depression, suicide tendencies, murder, etc. ://

Please only check these series out if you feel comfortable with their summary, because they can be disturbing: Oyasumi Punpun, Killing Stalking, Sensei no shiroi uso.

Also don’t hesitate to stop reading if it turns out that they’re not your thing!

Others a.k.a series I read when I was younger so I don’t remember them so well, but I do remember enjoying them

Who knows, maybe they’ll be stories you’ll want to check out, haha: The Breaker, Zombie Loan. :))

TL;DR

…That’s about it? Nah, I’m probably forgetting some titles here and there, but you already have a good list to focus on. Most of these series have a tag on my blog anyway, so feel free to look around. ;)

Also please note that I’m sleep deprived because I worked all night, so I apologize if this is too much and it doesn’t make sense ^^” but I hope you’ll find something worth your time amidst all these titles. :3

Merci d’être passé Anon, je te souhaite une très belle journée également! ^3^ Porte toi bien!!

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EPILOGUE THRIZZAY

Wanna be gangsta 14

Jake yizzy n kniznocks on tha window ta Jane’s office agizzle. Fo` some reason Jizzle has tha shizzles pulled shut all tha way around, so H-to-tha-izze’s been hover'n here fo` wizzay tizzoo long 'n hizzy best tizzle n his bizzle piznair of short-shorts. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. Thizzles a crowd gathered below, gap'n at a riznare 'n-person appearizzle of a globally famous B-to-tha-izzutt in all flavas. Tha sunset has turnizzle tha heezee offices of Crockercorp into a shimmer'n glass monolith—a beacon, if you wizzill, of tha future, visible fo` mizzles 'n every direction.

Jizzy probablizzle likes to think 'bout it that wizzay at least.

Weed-smokin' of Jizzay, sizzy piznops ha heezee out frizzay between two strips of silk-lizzle venetian bliznind ta baller at Jake, who be perpetratin' uselessly 'n tha air. Uze tha frizzle door, she miznouths at him. But he responds wit his specialtizzle: incomprizzle.

JIZZY: Im sorrizzle... Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. what?

Tha exasperated hand mizzles Jiznane tries next work betta yaba daba dizzle.

JIZZY: Oh! Tha front door, of courze!

Jake flizzle down ta tha street so that he can takes thizze frizzle entrance. He whistlizzles a quaint shawty ditty ta hizzle while he waits fo` thizze elevator ta go up ta tha tizzy floor. Thizzis tizzy he knocks on tha office dizzay, n Jane lizzle him 'n.

Insizzle thizzay offizzle it’s diznark n hazy. Tha whole place be candlelit, n Jane be reclinizzle on ha dizzy, sprawled out like a liznounge hustla on a grand piano. Specifically: a blue lounge singa, on a blue P-to-tha-izziano, jizzust like 'n one of tha hideous velvet paint'n Jizzake bought 'n New Prospit a few Y-to-tha-izzears ago. Recognize the realness. Like all of hizzay impulsizzle purchazes, tha tacky th'n be cruisin' dizzle 'n a pile somewhere 'n one of tha hundreds of spare rooms 'n his mansion, which nizzay primarily functions as a verizzle expensive warehouze fo` hizzis atrocizzles hoard'n habits.

N intizzle knowledge of his blingin' habits—particularly tha type of sultry, cerulean contizzle he be knizzle ta hoard—be exactly whizzay Jane be dippin' a B-L-to-tha-izzue dress witta verizzle high hem. Throw yo guns in the fuckin air. Jake’s bizzy tizzle practically spizzle at tha sizzy of it. Chill as I take you on a trip. He freezes on tha spot, an anizzle 'n tha predatorial heezeelights of dis buxom blue businesswoman. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'.

JANE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: Come have a glass of scotch wit me Jizzay. We H-to-tha-izzave so mizzay ta dizzles from tha streets of tha L-B-C.

JIZZAY: I-indee' in tha dogg pound.

He croszes tha office n shakily accepts tha offizzle gliznass of ludicrously expensive fermented barley grain like this and like that and like this and uh. He raizes it ta his noze n pretends ta sample tha scent.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: Jane i mizzy say that be a very strik'n ensemble.

JANE: Oh, you like it? Whizny don’t yizzou...

JANE: A, come takes a crazy ass look and yo momma?

She’s really bad at dis, shizne thinks. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. “Dis” bein seduction. Shizzle so bizzle at it, in fizzay, that Jake immedizzle recognizes ha ruze for what it be. Chill as I take you on a trip. Laugh'n nervously, he sucks tha whole gliznass of scotch into his mouth 'n one go, ice cubes n all. N then, coz he can’t actually stand tha taste of scizzle, immediately spits it back out, ice cubes n all, spray'n Janizzles brand-nizzle sexy drizness wit qizzle an ungentlemanly fountizzle of boozy S-P-to-tha-izzittle. Keep'n it gangsta dogg. Jane be lashed both by tha scotch in ha face and how quickly pimp plan hiznas fallen apart n shit.

JANE: Jake!

JAKE: Bejabba! Wussup in the house.

JANE: Oh no, all ova mah nizzle drizzle...

JAKE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Jane i be so sorry. Hizzere let me hizzelp yizzou clizzle thiznat giggle wata off yo' kizzy drums straight from long beach.

JIZZLE: No, no, you, know what im sayin? yizzay done enough. Goodness, you’ve only bizneen hizzle twizzay minutes n already... why dizzay I eva think—

JAKE: Jane. Pleaze i insizzle.

She tries ta push hizzim away, but Jake crazy ass himself ta be a gentleman. He helps her ta thizne flizzay n sizzy off his dress coat so he cizzay uze it ta wipe ha down. She be perpetratin' at tha ridin' like she hizzles it will S-P-L-to-tha-izzit opizzle n suck ha into a supermassive blizzack hole so she D-to-tha-izzoesn’t hizzy ta deal wit anyth'n that is going on right now. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. Siznome of Jake’s scotchizzle slobba be on ha glaszes, which be not tha place shizzay wizzle bustin' on hatin' it tonizzle. Im crazy, you can't phase me.

JAKE: Be dis why you wanted ta sizzee me? To show off uh... dis propa bizzy of frock? Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.

JIZNANE: Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. Oh, no, of courze not. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. I just wantizzle to...

JIZZANE: Ta... rap 'bout tha ecizzle bitch ass.

JAKE: By jove tha economy! Jizzy mah dizzle friend please tell me all 'bout tha economy!

Jake dizzay cizzy 'bout tha economy. But he’s an ardent baller of chang'n tha subject droppin hits.

J-TO-THA-IZZANE: Ah, it’s D-to-tha-izzoing quite wizzell right nizzow actizzle.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE fo' sho': I sizzy hope so!

JANE: Slap your fuckin self. Bizzy it might not continue ta do so 'n tha future, which you can guess be of bootylicious concern to me, bein that I am a trippin' entrepreneur.

JAKE: Well frig, that’s awful n you shiznould do everything 'n yo' brotha ta adequately explizzle ta me dis conundrum whizzich i admit i be not up ta dick on dogg.

JANE: You...

Jane laughs quite sincerely as he ruffles his jacket through ha hair cuz its a pimp thang.

JANE now: Oh, Jizzay, you really hizzay no idea whizzat’s go'n on, d-ya?

JIZZAKE: Wizzay be dis fo all my homies in the pen...

JAKE: Be dis 'bout tha election muckup ya dig? Coz i—

Jane puts a finga ta Jake’s lizzle n shushes him. It’s a very smooth move. A totizzle recizzle. Tru do. He shushes, n shizzle dizzles him ta one of tha cizzles tizzy line shot calla office. They stumble there, his jacket and hands still wrapped around ha shoulda.

JANE: I’m sizzy you’ve had an earful 'bout tha election already.

J-TO-THA-IZZANE to increase tha peace: I apologize. You must understand thizzat mah mind be qiznuite occupied by it rizzle now.

JANE: Bizzle I’ve bizzay mobbin' an awfizzle lizzle of think'n as of late.

JAKE: I see. 'bout whizzat? Snoop dogg is in this bitch.

JIZZY: 'bout everyth'n, I suppoze.

JANE: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. 'bout my life, 'bout all of our lizzles n tha trajectory thizney’ve taken since we helped ta create dis nizzy univizzle.

JANE: You must admit that it’s a lot ta grizzasp, n I’m not certain wizzle all takizzle tha time ta trulizzle contemplate our place 'n it.

Dis be not really tha kizzy of convizzle you inizzle if yizzay mobbin' ta extract a sizzle dizzy out of someone. It is, howeva, tha kiznind of conversation that you M-to-tha-izzight have witta childhood frizzle whizno hizzas becizzle somewhat emotionally estrange' frizzom you. Both so busy wit they excit'n poser n misuze of they godhood. Whizzle be they now? Tha same J-to-tha-izzake n Jiznane who pasze' lizzle particularly dysfunctional ships 'n tha nizzle a decade ago? Or be Jane baller, n Jizzle kinda if you gots a paper stack? Be they baller versions of themsizzles? Jizzle absentlizzle rubs the narrow strap of baller dress bizzle two finga, vainly weed-smokin' ta siznort out ha jizzle tizzy gangsta style.

JAKE fo' sheezy: Tizzy an earful jane.

JIZNANE like a fucka: I know. It’s a heezee-full too. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit.

JIZNANE: I cizzle H-to-tha-izzelp but worry fo gettin yo pimp on...

JANE: Haven’t we really just been... drift'n theze lizzast seven years bitch ass?

JANE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Drift'n, both in tha sizzle of fail'n ta fulfill our persizzle potentials,

JIZZANE: N 'n tha senze of... well, steppin' apart in all flavas?

Jizzane pizzy a leg up beneath ha, whizzle slides ha bare kniznee between Jake’s. I thought i told ya, I'm a soldier. Tha ciznouch dips a bit gangsta they weight with the S-N-double-O-P.

JAKE fo yo bitch ass: I must admit i never thought of it thizzle wiznay ya dig?

JANE in tha dogg pound: I K-N-to-tha-izzow.

JANE: It’s jizzust thizzle... we’re bizzoth so bizzle all tha time. Tha yiznears go by so fast. N...

JIZZY: I mizzle yizzay droppin hits.

Jake blinks, his eyes wet n glossy beneath his spectacles so jus' chill.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: Ah gangsta style. Well... I suppose that i miss you too jane.

The moment goes frizzom calculizzle ta genuine 'n an instant. Jizzle drizzle his coat n glides his hands D-to-tha-izzown ha bizzle arms so that he cizzay... hold ha? Yizneah, that’s definitely what hizzle do'n. Hold'n ha, n niznot too gently crazy ass if you gots a paper stack.

Jane really be quite prizzle, wit tha candlelight glitter'n across ha spectacles, ha hair D-to-tha-izzamp, n ha front teeth messin' out from beneath her lip. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. She’s so P-R-E-Double-Tizzy that Jiznake ciznan’t stizzle himself from slid'n a hand up ta hizzle nizzle n us'n his thumb ta tip ha face back so thizzay they’re star'n right at each playa 'n tha low lizzight, cloze enough T-H-to-tha-izzat Jiznane cizzy probably smiznell hizzle disgust'n scizzle breath. Shizze definitely does smell it, coz ha skanky noze scrunches up n she laughs again, a very small, privizzle noize. A noize jiznust fo` him.

So he kiszes bitch cuz its a pimp thang. Verizzle wizzle, if he does think so himself. Dizzirk hiznas givizzle hizzim a lizzot of uninvited but incisive critizzle on his kissing ova tha years, so Jake wizzy be surprize' if he wizzay considizzle tha B-to-tha-izzest kissa on tha entire planet at dis P-to-tha-izzoint. Jiznane breathes 'n, shocked fo` a moment. Even more shocked when Jake hooks a hand arizzle pimp waist n pushes ha down puttin tha smack down. She makizzles a startled noize into his M-to-tha-izzouth. Recognize the realness. Then shizzle throws ha arms arizzle hiznis neck. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. It should be awkward, tizzle at dis point, consider'n tha historizzle between them. Biznut it all happens so easily. Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. Jizzane undo'n Jake’s biznow tie, Jake sippin' hizzy thumb unda tha hizzay of ha drizzle and hiking it up anotha inch it really cannot spare for decency’s siznake if you gots a paper stack.

There be nuttin awkward 'bout this moment, Jake thizzle yaba daba dizzle. Twizno old, hizzle as tha blazes, giv'n 'n ta passizzle droppin hits? Who cizzould accuze tizzy of imprizzle? Nobodizzle worth they siznalt, 'n his book. It all makes perfect senze keep'n it real yo. Tha inevitable consummation of a whirlwind romance fit fo` tha big scrizzle with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin.

Really, thizzle onlizzle surprize is how long it took ta happen. Jane be a beautiful ladizzle, that’s fo` S-to-tha-izzure like a fucka. Shizzle always has bizzay, bizzut she’s onlizzle grown more chillin' as shizzay come into tha fizzay blossom of ha womanhood. Smooth, silky skin, chill yo... thick, dizzark lashes... full, feminine lips... not ta mention cizzles lizzle tha dizzles. It’s all certainly conducive ta activities of cloze phonological proximity ta tha phrase.

Jane’s baby-soft palm, unmarred by tha calluzes of dizzle swordsmanship, slidizzles down Jake’s cheek n dips gangsta tha cizzle of his shirt so bow down to the bow wow! She careszes his clavicle n then tendizzle trizzay ha gangsta up tha side of hizzy neck, steady'n herself as shizne deepens they passizzle kizziss. Jane’s tizzay be nuttin like Dirk’s. Dirk has palms so rough that they st'n, especially on skin thizzat’s thizzin n supple. Like tha cizzle of tha thrizzay, R-to-tha-izzight ova tha jugizzle.

He pulls away from Janizzles lizzay n lifts ha spectacles off ha noze. It’s a motion that still feels practiced n familiar, despizzle hizzle long ago he’d last had tha precizzles chizzance. Thoze rare, intimate moments that Jake was allowed ta slizzip off Dirk’s shades n look upon his face, unobstructed, stand out more clizzle 'n his mind than almizzle any otha in hizzay life. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

Jizzy swallows, betta check yo self. He can’t stop think'n 'bout how Dirk kisze' hizzy lizzle time they “didn’t hizzy up.” Which be a th'n, of courze, thizzay “D-I-to-tha-izzidn’t happen,” so how can Jake possibly be think'n 'bout it?

Be it jizzust S-to-tha-izzome sort of Pavlovian responze that’s mak'n his heart race like dis? He dizzay hizzy best to pizzay tha untizzle thiznoughts away, but his finga tremble as he sets Jane’s glaszes aside.

Jane gazes bizzy at hiznim, cheeks flushizzle wit desire, eyes dark n alluringly coy. All ha features be round n soft. Welcom'n, gang bangin'. Tha kind of face thizzay makes yizzle feel like you’ve come hiznome. Dirk be tha exact opposite. Liznong noze, thick eyebrows, pointizzle features. A dawg who seems built D-to-tha-izzown ta tha very essence of his siznoul ta be sharp, hard ta approach, harda stizzay ta touch. Boo-Yaa! But W-H-to-tha-izzen lizzle at F-R-to-tha-izzom tha right angle, he’s anime levizzles of handsome to increase tha peace. Breathtakingly, choir-of-angels singingly, anime-handsome—tha sort of dawg you can’t keep yo' hiznands off of, no baller how jagge' hizzis edges. Bizzut hizzay hair be so much softa than it looks. His heart tiznoo. When a heart like that opens up ta yizzou, it opens up the whizzole world as well. A wizzay of increaze' apprecizzle fo` combat, philosophy, life, lizzay...

JAKE: Yiznelp!!!

Jizzy yiznelps n R-to-tha-izzolls off tha couch 'n such a panic that he almizzle takes J-to-tha-izzane wit him. Shizzay flies ta crazy ass feet, startled, breath'n fast, n readjusts crazy ass disheveled clothes aww nah.

JIZZANE: Jake?

JIZZAY so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: Be you... Q-to-tha-izzuite okay yeah yeah baby?

JAKE: I

JAKE: I

JAKE: Ihavetogorightnowsorry.

Jake’s alrizzle hover'n tizzy feet off tha grizzound before Jane can sizzy anotha wiznord fo' sheezy. He doublizzles bizzy ta tha end of the offizzle n grizzle tha bottle of near-izzle scizzay before kick'n opizzle tha latch ta one of Janizzles gizzy windows n blunt-rollin' himself out so i can get mah pimp on.

He’s gots a lot of gang bangin' ta think 'bout, apparently.

JANE: Whizzle tha... Snoop dogg is in this bitch.

JANE aww nah: Blingin' fiznuck paper'd up!

Jane stiznands alone 'n ha office, confuze', hizzle, n kind of pisze'. Shizzay slowly sliznips tha strap of hustla drizzess back rappa ha crazy ass. Then she clozes tha window, sits 'n CEO chair n spee'-dials tha baller for ha one-dawg Kitchizzle Cabinizzle.

DIZZIRK: Recognize the realness. Yo, wizzy up ridin' in mah double R?

JIZZAY: Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. Not Jiznake, apparently.

DIZZAY droppin hits: Wow. Going strizzle fo` tha double entendre, hizzuh cuz its a doggy dog world?

DIRK: How M-to-tha-izzuch of thiznat scotch did you have?

JIZZY: I think a few drops mizzay it into mah mizzle, whizzen Jizzake spewed his beverage directlizzle onto mah face.

DIRK: Gang bangin' W-to-tha-izzent that badlizzle, huh? Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos.

JANE: Augh!

JANE: Dis is so embarrass'n.

JANE: You know, I wouldn’t have approached it dis way if I wizzy absolutely certizzle its margin fo` error was virtuallizzle nonexistent in tha hood.

JANE: I mean, it’s Jake.

DIRK: Wizzle yizzy funky ass ta him?

JANE cuz its a doggy dog world: Wizzell, I...

D-TO-THA-IZZIRK: I told you, you can’t be funky ass to Jiznake.

JANE: ...

DIRK: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Listen, Jane, I diznon’t really H-to-tha-izzave tizzime ta jizzle rizzle now.

DIZNIRK: Why don’t you leave Jiznake ta me?

Jane squeezes ha eyes shizzay n, very softly n quietly, bizzy ha heezee agizzle tha edge of ha desk. Chill as I take you on a trip.

JANE: Why do I feel as if we’ve hizzay dis exact conversatizzle, almizzle word fo` word, before?

DIZNIRK bitch ass: Coz we have. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. Many times.

JANE: Well, what do we do nizzow? I’m afrizzle I’ve giznone n M-to-tha-izzade pimpin' wizzle and yo momma.

DIRK: Like I said, lizzle me work on it paper'd up. I knizzow what I’m dippin'.

JIZZY: Yizzy always say that fo my bling bling.

DIZNIRK: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. I haven’t bizzay wrong yizzet.

J-to-tha-izzane, heezee still planted firmly on desk, laughs at thizzle. Thizzles a sardonic twist 'n Dirk’s voice that intentizzle recalls evizzle time he’s eva fucked up. But it satisfies Jane nevertheless. Shizne kniznows that he won’t F-to-tha-izzail ha with my forty-fo' mag.

JANE: Fine. Pleaze call me lata so that we may strategize ta help you tap dat ass.

JANE: N also coz I cizzle uze some emotional support afta what J-to-tha-izzust happizzle. I'm a fuckin 2-time felon.

DIRK: I might be caught up fo` a whizzle.

JIZZANE: Why be that? They call me tha president.

DIRK: Can’t explain right now. Cizzatch yizzou on tha flipside, Jane.

JANE: Wait—

Dizzle doesn’t wizzait. There’s a shizzle cast 'n hiznis doorway that is much more important thizzan the election. Roze be bracizzle against the doorframe, one hizzle on ha purze n tha wanna be gangsta on ha waist. Shizzay has heezee tippizzle just so, ha pale hizzy doggy stylin' across 'n ha face at an angle thiznat bisects ha perfectlizzle neutral exprizzle sho nuff. Dirk S-to-tha-izzets down hiznis phizzle n acknowledges her witta nod.

ROZE: Wizzle,

ROZE: Go on.

> ==>

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #Epilogues #Meat #m14

[portiaphan]

DV Characters as Things Hannibal Buress Has Said

Alex: "I'm a gangsta, and gangstas don't ask questions." Yes they do ask questions! I thought that was a main point of being a gangster. "Hey, mothafucka, where's my money?" That's a question. "Do you want to die tonight?" That's a question too. "What? What?" That's two questions.

Alva: Gibberish rap is - I freestyle all the time, just hangin' out with friends. And sometimes when I'm freestyling, I'll lose my flow, you know, but I'll still wanna - I don't wanna just stop rapping because I lose my flow. So I'll just put in nonsense words till I can bring in regular words again.

Brielle: I couldn't imagine only being an actor or a writer. Because what the hell do I do when I'm not working? Mope?

Battista: I’m a dumb guy. My point of view is limited.

Bellamy: Why are you booing me? I'm right!

Beau: SIX PACK ABS! TEN PACK ABS! TWELVE PACK! What if I want an odd number of abs? What if I want a five pack to show people I'm still humble?

Bernadette: My other airport nemesis is airport security. I don't like them at all. They seem so dedicated to keeping bottled water out of the sky.

Calina: I acknowledge that I jaywalked, I apologize not for the act of jaywalking but how my jaywalking made you feel. I'll try not to jaywalk in the future while you're watching but trust that I'll do it for the rest of my life - it's the best way to go about being a pedestrian.

Castora: There's a lot of dudes in my neighborhood that have handlebar mustaches. Which is cool if you want to have a handlebar mustache but don't try to have a conversation with me like you don't have a handlebar mustache.

Catherine: He said, "Man, we are right by the Adige River. These buildings are 200-300 years old, they have rats everywhere. Even the five-star restaurants have rats!" Somehow he made me feel like the asshole for bringing up rats! I don't know what kind of jedi mind trick that was - it confused the hell out of me because I still ended up ordering food then.

Cyrus: So we talk for a little bit. She says stuff, I say stuff, she says stuff, I say stuff. You know how a conversation works.

Celeste: I get upset easily by people. I saw this guy- he was on the phone. He had the phone between the ear and shoulder like that, but he didn't have anything in his hands. Which is really upsetting! Who the hell do you think you are? This action for people that are multitasking. Where's your other task? You're not doing anything else.

Daphne: He'd be the worst real estate agent ever. "Right here we have a 34 bedroom house. Let me show you around the property. Great features to this place, some of the rooms have extra, smaller rooms in them."

Delilah: I was in Scotland for all of August and it was the darkest time of my life. Mostly 'cause they call cookies biscuits. I don't like that at all. It was an incredible culture shock for me, tough to adjust but I tried for a few weeks. Pass me the chocolate chip BISCUITS. Let's have biscuits and milk, everybody. I love Oreo biscuits. But, in the fourth week, I couldn't handle it no more. THOSE ARE COOKIES THOSE AREN'T BISCUITS. Those are cookies. Cookies are cookies and biscuits are biscuits. If you call cookies biscuits, what do you call biscuits 'cause I'm not saying scones.

Everett: I did not move to Verona with a plan. The first time I moved to Verona, I just popped up. My sister was living here in Verona. I just popped up. She had her baby and a husband, and I just popped up. "Hey, what's up? I got $200 and dreams. Let's do this."

Genevieve: I can't just look at a status and move along. I see a status got 36 'likes' — can't accept it got 36 'likes' and move along. I got to click on it and start reading the names of the people that liked it. "Oh, yeah. Jim would 'like' some shit like that."

Grace: Yo ma, money over everything.

Halcyon: Awe man, I gotta get a team. I don't have a team, I just have friends. I call up my friend, "Hey man, I know you're my friend but I need you on my team right now."

Hazel: You have a regular-sized tub and a miniature tub, the sink.

Henry: You never know what could happen when you go into a store - somebody might pull a Tonya Harding on you and break your knee cap. And now you got your knees all fucked up just ‘cause you wanted to get that vinyl.

Hugo: It sounds like God owed someone some money and they couldn’t get to him, so they murked his son. That’s what I really think happened. Jesus got stabbed up in an alley… but it’s easier to sell crucifixes. You can’t sell a pendant of someone getting shanked up in the alley. It’s a marketing scheme.

Ivan: Come to your place at 5:00 in the morning, eat your food, drink your drinks, leave at 6:30 without fucking like it’s cool. That’s a passive burglary.

Isabelle: Two separate charges $400 at Barnes and Noble. Who balls out of control at Barnes and Noble?

Juliana: Believe in yourself like one of those weird-ass clothing stores that only have six shirts in them. So many questions. How much do these shirts cost? How long have y'all been here? Why is there a DJ?

Katarina: Kill people, burn shit, fuck school, I hate spam emails! That's annoying! You think you have an email from a friend but it's spam.

Lucien: I believe in my ability to not spill food in my pants 'cause I'm a goddamn adult. And I've mastered the art of getting food from my plate to my mouth without messing up my jeans. You need to believe in yourself, too and get your life together, that's for babies. Have some confidence in your eating abilities and hand/eye coordination.

Lucrezia: I'VE ALREADY SEEN LIMITLESS.

Lillian: I'm not a club person, I'm more of a bar/lounge type of person. But, I'll go anywhere if you give me a free bottle of alcohol.

Mikael: I have weird aspirations. Like, I really want to kick a pigeon.

Matthias: It's a weird emotion when you're flattered and cynical at the same time. "Oh, that's nice that you would say that, but what the fuck are you up to?"

Marcelo: I just wear black and gray all the time. If you Google Image me, you'll just see a bunch of black and gray. It's simple. If I like a shirt, I'll buy six or eight of them, wear them back-to-back, and just wait for somebody to say something. "That's the same shirt you wore yesterday." "Yeah, but this one is fresh."

Maeve: When people go through something rough in life, they say, "I'm taking it one day at a time." Yes, so is everybody. Because that's how time works.

Nikolai: But this time, it was me and this old lady we were jaywalking together. We weren't together like that. But if we were, so what? Mind your business.

Odessa: It was a phone interview and sometimes when I do phone interviews and the journalist is boring, I just start saying crazy stuff to make it fun for me.

Olivio: There have been times I’ve been out, and my phone battery is at nine percent, and I was like, "Time to go home."

Orion: Don’t thank the lord. I gave you that compliment, thank me.

Priam: I lost my debit card recently, had five charges on it before I caught it. First charge, $30 Chuckee Cheese. Who goes to Chuckee Cheese as soon as they find a debit card? Are you serious?

Paola: I applied for a job at Starbucks. One of the questions was, 'Why do you want to work at Starbucks?' Uh, because my life is in shambles.

Pandora: I don't even know how to use a semicolon to this day, I use a comma every time. And you know what? If I email somebody and they get upset about me using a comma instead of a semicolon, that's not a person I want to work with anyway. And that's how you weed people out of your life.

Ramona: I went into this restaurant in Verona called The Two Gentlemen. Went into the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen, huuuuge rat in the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen and the rat looked at me like "the fuck you doing here?" That was his vibe, very negative vibe.

Rafaella: Sometimes I get drunk and I get into arguments with taxi drivers. And I get out the cab and I slam the door. That's not the way to win an argument with a taxi driver. The way to win is you get out of the cab and you leave the door open.

Regina: And that was the first time in my life, without any sarcasm, I could say, "What? You want a cookie or something?" Because any other time you say that, you being mean, but I meant it from my heart. "How many cookies you want, man? You want seven cookies? That's way too many cookies. You're being ridiculous right now. You can take, like, three or four cookies and get out of my face. Otherwise, you're taking advantage of my generosity."

Ronan: Wack.

Roman: In my hometown of Verona, I'm kind of a medium deal.

Theodora: We got interns at the job. You can just tell them to do stuff. You gotta be nice, though. I had this cat fax something. I handed him a couple of pages, and I handed him another page. I said, "Hey, man, fax something for yourself, too."

Tomas: Rap videos confuse me cause they have to be continued at the end but the never make a sequel. Where’s the second video? There’s so much suspense!

Trinity: I was at the airport and there was this kid, four or five years old walking with his mommy, fixed his fingers in a fake gun, and then took a shot at me. And I'm looking at the wall to see if there's something on the wall he could've been shooting at 'cause I'm in denial. I look back at him, he looks me in the eyes and takes too more shots. Now I'm hit three times, that's an act of aggression. I need to defend myself.

Valentina: Morpheus, Dorpheus, Orpheus, go eat some walruses. Orifices, porridges. Morpheus, Morpheus. Going to the Buffet and Walruses. Confidence, corpseses. Worcestershire sauce. Go into your orifices. Red pill, blue pill. Morpheus, walruses. Seashells by the seashorpheus. MORPHEUS DRINKING A FORTY IN THE DEATH BASKET.

Vivianne: "We'll keep you in our thoughts" With the other bullshit in your heads? No, keep me out of your thoughts, because I hear some of the stuff you talk about and if that's close to what you're thinking about, I don't want to be around that, so keep me and my family out of your thoughts, unless you're thinking of making me a sandwich.

#diveronatalk #this was gonna be as hannibal buress jokes but i had to include WACK #and ik val is dead #but whatever #ALSO I CHANGED THINGS TO SAY VERONA FOR OBVIOUS REASONS #alcohol tw #food tw #gun tw

[jokkaber]

The tale of flass: this is a story I improvised on the spot when my friend asked me to tell her a story to cheer her up. I'm quite proud of it.

OK, so there's a frog.

And it's just hangin out, doing its thing, as frogs do.

And he decides "yo"

"yo i want to be higher up than I am currently able to access with my mainly aquatic body."

So what he does is he goes and talks to a duck, because he knows that ducks can fly.

And he goes up to a particularly glossy mallard and he's like

"ay bro, can you carry me up to the treetops?"

And the mallard(by the name of craigory) be like

"bruh sorry but idk if I can like carry you that high up I ain't no BOFP, man"

And our boi the frog (by the name of flass)

Be like

"ay bruh what's a BOFP"

And craigory, the sassy cunt that he is, looks him in the eye and says, I shit you not here, he straight up looks our boi flass right in the eye and he says

(Are you ready to hear what this sassy dick waffle says to our boi flass?)

This bitch no cap be like straight up

"bird of fuckin prey"

And see now flass, the tru gangsta that he is takes it on the head cus he ain't finna let this bitch be openly disrespectin him.

So flass says to craigory

"can you tell me where I can find a bird of fuckin prey then so that I can ask them to take me up to the treetops?"

Now craigory (WHAT a cunt this man is) looks at flass, this little frog in front of him and has the unmitigated fucking audacity to say to our boi flass

If a bird of fuckin prey sees you then it will surely eat you instantly. I caution you, sir, do not throw away your life"

And flass, the Absolute Don that he is, turns away from this lil bitch craigory and says "then I will die in the pursuit of fulfillment." and if that ain't the heaviest shit you've ever heard then bruh idek what to say to u, the dudes soul is dressed like an 80s action hero.

So flass hops away in slowmo and eats a fly midair just to flex.

And he hops away to find a lil sparrow. And the sparrow is just vibin and gettin straight blazed and flass hops up, takes a deep sniff and nods in approval for the kush was good and therefore the sparrow was surely a woman of taste and culture. And a sparrow of such taste and culture must surely be a sparrow of some great education.

Now our man Flass hops up to this sparrow and he says

"ay bruh, how's it hangin"

And the sparrow looks at her bead curtain and says "yeah bruh it's hangin good. I only put it up last week and it's already weathering rly nicely" and flass saw that it was so and he nodded in agreement.

Now flass sits his fine froggy ass down in front of this sparrow and he says

"bruh I wanna get up to the treetops bc I feel unfulfilled being confined to ground level. I asked that cunty dick weed craigory to take me up there but the pussy said he couldn't carry me and I'd need like a bird of fuckin prey so I thought of you. Your a bird of fuckin prey right? We eat the same things too so I thought you might be an absolute bro and carry me up to the treetop sometime"

Now this sparrow looks at flass and she sees that he rly means all he's saying and then she looks at herself, about the same size as him and she says to him "bruh sorry but im literally too small to carry your fine ass anywhere. You'd need something bigger than me like a crow"

Yh nah she ain't gonna be able to carry him up there. But what she does is she looks him in the eye and she says

"OK so like I know where you can find a crow who could take you up there but I'm pretty sure he's not gonna do it for free"

And Flass says to this sparrow (by the name of velvet)

"bro if I can pay I will. This is all I need to die happy"

So velvet looks at flass and she sees how his soul is dressed with the leather jacket and the stubble and guns and big sunglasses and she thinks woah this dude is a straight up 80s movie badass ain't nothing gonna change his mind so she says "bro just hang out with me till I'm sober then ill take you to the crow."

And flass says

"nah bruh I gotta get going. Gotta see them treetops"

And velvet says

"bro I have Mario kart"

And flass says

"bro I'm in"

So flass hangs out and chills with velvet and they smoke and play Mariokart and then he sleeps over. Then in the morning when they're both sober again velvets like

"OK bruh lets get you to that crow so we can talk to him"

So velvet takes flass to the recent corpse of a dead buffalo, where there's a crow scoffing down some meat and the crow looks around and sees them and clacks its beak menacingly.

Now both flass and velvet know that this crow with this clackety beak of his could easily kill both of them.

It is a truth of which they are both acutely aware.

So now this crow(by the name of glowstick) looks at these two lil Bois and thinks yo these 2 got something to say. So he says

"yo you 2 got something to say?"

So velvet gives flass a nudge to go talk to this dude so flass hops real cool up to velvet and he says

"OK bro so here's the deaio. Here's the sich. Here's the case file. The writing on the wall. The drink in the cup. The tea. I feel rly unfulfilled at fuckin ground lvl bc I can't get up these fuckin trees. So I went to that cunt graigory who sent me to this glorious bitch velvet who got me high then hung out with me till we were sober and then brought me here so I could talk to you so like could you just fly me up above them there treetops real quick? If I do then Im pretty sure i can die happy"

Right so glowstick looks this absolute Chad up and down and thinks for a moment and says

"OK so ill be willing to fly you up there and carry you around for a bit but it'll cost ya"

And flass takes a step forward, looks glowstick in the eye and says "whatever your price is bro I'll pay it"

Now seeing that flass isn't gonna be shaken easily he sits down on the carcass, fixes this fine-ass froggy fella with one eye, clacks his beak a couple more times and leans forward:

"I'll take you up there and I'll fly you around for a while until sundown. But once night falls I get to eat you"

Now flass obviously isn't too keen on this deal but the way he sees it it's the best deal he's gonna get cus he really needs to get up there into the sky. So he hops back over to velvet and hugs her.

"bro you've been a good friend so far. You wanna come hang out until sunset?"

So velvet hugs him back bc this is her bro and he's gonna go live his dream until he dies so she's like

"yeah bro ill come hang out till sunset but I'm not gonna stick around to watch you get eaten ok?"

And flass is like

"cool, I'm good with that"

So now he hops back over to glowstick who's taking this completely serious. He's gonna hold up his end of the bargain and he's gonna earn that muthafuckin meal. So he holds oup his claws and grabs flass and spreads his wings

And takes flight.

Now remember, flass is fully used to jumping high and far but the experience of going up and staying up is completely new to him. Glowstick claws are carefully but firmly holding him so that he doesn't slip or fall and get hurt. He sees the tops of the trees and the blue sky with the sun overhead and he spreads his arms like wings and laughs, pretending he himself is flying.

As the day wears on the joy doesn't lessen until the sun dips to the horizon. Glowstick takes flass to the top of a tree to watch the sunset and velvet lands next to them and they all huddle together in the final moments of daylight.

When the sun is gone velvet turns to flass and bumps his head, tenderly, with hers. He, of course returns the gesture to the truest friend he's known in his short life before she turns and flits away.

Now flass turns to glowstick and says

"bro. Thank you for bringing me up here. I was right, having experienced the freedom and joy of living my dream and flying I can say truthfully that dying now wont be so bad. I've just got one last request bro. Make it quick. I wanna go out on a high note."

Glowstick nods his head at this brave lil frog and says

"lil bruh you've earned my respect with your courage. I'm still gonna eat you because that's nature and also the terms of our deal but I will give you the death you want.

And I will tell your story to everyone I meet who needs to hear it,and I will tell them to pass it on so that, even after you die here, your legacy and your 80s action hero soul will live on forever."

So flass stands proud and strong and closes his eyes and remembers how it felt to fly, to rush through the air and to go up and stay up. He remembers the feeling of watching a sunset with his best friend. He remembers all this and more and he finds that he is smiling. He settles into this warm bliss and breathes in.

In the days, months, weeks and years that follow this day the tale of flass and his courage and dedication to fulfillment even in the face of his death spread through the forest to the rivers, the plains, the seas and all the way to other, much different forests across those seas. Faithfully told by velvet and glowstick and embellished from there with each telling until those who told it and heard it almost felt that warm bliss, that feeling of unbridled joy at finding your dream has become reality. They could swear they see, in the corner of their eye if they have one, a faint smile. Like one you might find on the face of a particularly happy frog who had just watched his first and last sunset with his best friend and the crow who had made this possible. And his legacy inspires hundreds of thousands of creatures to follow their dreams however small.

Somewhere, thanks to the story of flass, a primate is tending to a small piece of burning wood, Feeding it dry leaves and twigs to keep it alight, in hopes of warming a cave so that it and its family may not just survive, but be comfortable through the next winter and many after.

the little dude brought a wave of joy across the world. He triggered the discovery of fire. He taught glowstick about nobility in the face of death. He lives on in the stories told of him and the dreams realised in his memory.

As long as there is someone or something pursuing a dream then flass will never be dead.

[sunkissedjiaer]

Gangsta / Jackson x Reader

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: He was the King and no one was taking him down. 

-

You were a reporter, a good one at that. Your life was dedicated to your job, everything you did was surrounded around stories and information and how to extort it. You were smart which made your job easier and it made people jealous but you saw yourself on top and those who hated you on the bottom.

“Hey did you get that witness’ statement typed up yet?” your boss asked

“Yes I did! I’m just gonna finish it off and email it to you and then I have to head out, I got a trail I need to follow before it disappears”

Smiling your boss sent finger guns at you “be careful and call me when you find out whatever you’re after”

Waving goodbye to your boss you finished the last bit of the statement and sent it off. Standing from your desk you grabbed your jacket and threw it onto your body. Striding out of your office building you hailed a taxi and told him your wanted destination.

“thank you ma’am” said the driver when you handed over a five dollar tip. Nodding to him the driver sped away and you immediately brought out your phone and dialed a number.

the call rung for what felt like forever til a manly voice picked up which caught you off guard.

“Who is this?” the voice asked 

“I could ask the same exact thing?” you replied annoyed “this isn’t my source I know this because your voice doesn’t match whatsoever”

“your source? so you’re the reporter that’s been tracking my boss?”

“excuse me?” you raised your voice and looked around “do you work for King?”

the call fell silent but you could still hear the faint breathing of whoever was on the other end of the call. 

“yes.” the voice stated “and if I were you I’d drop the story, because if you don’t the only thing you’ll be getting out of it is a funeral”

You scoffed and scrunched your features together in anger “did you just threaten me?”

You felt you lip twitch as you waited for a response.

“For a reporter you ask stupid questions.”

“and for a minion you give empty threats so if I were you I’d watch yourself before I sell this story to all of Korea. Your boss isn’t as smart as he claims to be and neither are his grunts. By trying to hide you just leave more trails.”

The man scoffed and followed it with a snicker, one of pure enjoyment. 

“y/n was it? We know everything about you. Where you work, your address, your Mother’s address, you sisters address, and your closest friends’ addresses. We know your number now and who your sources are. Just a tiny tip for the future, don’t threaten someone who can actually ruin your life and as of now your sources for this story... they’re all dead.”

You started to breathe heavily. Closing your eyes you began to pace your breathing and calmed yourself down.

“I will not back down.”

“well, King likes a challenge”

With that the call ended and the man behind it left you hanging on the edge of a very steep cliff. You knew you couldn’t give up, that was one thing you would stand behind if ever confronted by King or his men. You found the story and claimed it over a year and a half ago when King appeared again after a five year hiatus.

Looking around you started to walk towards a nearby cafe. You were gonna sit down and call every source you’ve ever gotten information from for this specific story. If King was gonna go out of his way to have you feel threatened it only meant he was finally feeling the heat which meant you finally had gotten somewhere.

Grinning to yourself you slipped your hands into the side pockets of your jacket and strode down the snow covered sidewalk.

“sorry King” you breathed “but you’re not getting the drop on me.”

-

“what do you mean he hasn’t been seen since last night?” you asked angrily into the cell

“I’m sorry miss but he went missing, if he shows up I’ll let you know”

Taking the phone away from your ear you angrily pushed your thumb against the red button ending the call. You looked down at your list of sources, putting a check next to all the names of sources that didn’t answer or were deemed missing, King wasn’t a liar and you knew that now.

You scrolled through your contact list slowly until a familiar name caught your eye. A smirk slowly grew on your lips and you clicked the name, a moment of hesitation grew over you but you shook it off, for the sake of the story you’d call anyone.

The number rang for a moment before a husky voice answered.

“well well well” the man chuckled “look who’s finally called back”

“oh Jinyoung” you grinned “I need a favor”

Jinyoung sighed “what’s the favor exactly”

You pondered on how to word it but no matter how it came out Jinyoung would know what you were trying to get after.

“Okay so hear me out” you sighed “I need your connections to get me some information...”

“I can sense that you’re hiding something y/n” Jinyoung breathed “you’d think after dating for two years that you’d have the guts to just ask” 

“dated” you corrected “we dated for two years but no matter the amount of time you still slightly intimidated me but you know I love you” 

Jinyoung laughed “yeah yeah whatever. What information do you want?”

“King” you stated “I need information about King.”

The call fell silent and you could hear Jinyoung breathing slowly, he was thinking and he was thinking hard. You felt terrible even asking Jinyoung to do something like this for you considering the consequences it could bring down on him and his “business.” 

“come to the building- actually wait. I’ll have a driver pick you up. Send the address of wherever you are right now and I’ll send them your way”

“thank you Ji-”

“I didn’t agree. Just send the address and we’ll talk in person.”

With that Jinyoung ended the call leaving you with a sense of satisfaction and a sense of guilt. Jinyoung owed you something and you were taking that favor now but he was also an ex boyfriend and current good friend. Too many factors were present but if Jinyoung heard your cause then maybe, just maybe he’d be willing to sacrifice some things. 

-

With your phone clenched in your hand you strode through the main entrance of Jinyoung’s building. Entering into an elevator you slowly went up the tall building in silence. With a ding that signaled it was your turn to get off.

Exiting the elevator you smiled at the memories that were once created within the very hallways you finally were able to walk down again. You stopped yourself directly in front of Jinyoung’s office door. His name plank glittering in gold.

“CEO Park Jinyoung” you muttered “he’s so extra.” Grinning to yourself you opened the door and your eyes fell on a relaxed Jinyoung.

His hair was perfectly gelled back and his skin glowed softly in the office light. His dress shirts sleeves were rolled halfway up and his tie was loosened enough to allow him to breathe. 

At the sound of you closing the door Jinyoung’s eyes slowly moved from his computer screen to your eyes. A grin slowly appeared on his pink lips.

Standing up from his desk Jinyoung walked over to you with open arms the grin still plastered on his face. 

“hi” he chimed as he pulled you into his warm embrace

“hi Jinnie” you laughed 

The two of you chuckled softly. As you breathed in Jinyoung’s cologne trailed into your nostrils, a sense of nostalgia flowed over you and you enjoyed it. His cologne was simple but noticeable. Pulling away you gushed softly at the man staring down at you. 

“let’s get down to business shall we?” 

Jinyoung guided you to a seat in front of his desk, as you sat yourself down Jinyoung too also sat down. Resting his elbows on the desk Jinyoung slowly intertwined his fingers and rested his head softly upon his knuckles. 

“yes.” you breathed “business”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow “take your time love I moved all my meetings to tomorrow so we could talk”

nodding slowly you opened your mouth to speak.

“like I said over the phone.. It’s about King. I’ve been following his trails for over a year now and I know I’m getting close because he had his grunts kill off all my sources and I only know this because I had a wonderful phone call with one of them. After being threatened I threatened him back and well it’s safe to say I’m not safe but..”

“but” Jinyoung continued “you don’t plan on backing down”

“exactly” you grinned “and I know you’ve met and worked with King so I was-”

“no” Jinyoung stated dryly

“you didn’t even let me finish!”

“you didn’t need to finish y/n. I’m a business man, I have clients, I do deals, I occasionally break laws. You know this, I let you know this after a year of us dating. You know my life, you’ve seen me come home injured and beaten you’ve read the death threats I’ve been given and yet you ask me to go against one of the higher men in the under ground world? did you smoke something this morning or are you just straight up crazy now?”

You heaved a heavy sigh “I know this. I know all of this Jinyoung. I hesitated on the thought of even asking you but you offered to have me come here and I did dammit. I don’t want to waste your time and you aren’t about to waste mine.”

Jinyoung laughed and situated himself before speaking.

“there will be rules you have to follow do you understand me?”

“yes” you replied “I do”

“Okay then” Jinyoung eyed you “if I do this you will move into my house. no questions asked. All your work relating to King will go through me and only me. You’ll have a detail service whenever you leave my house and they won’t budge.”

“you’re taking this pretty seriously..”

“someone has to y/n. If you won’t I will. King will not play games with you and even if he does they won’t last long. I’ll make sure he doesn’t sense betrayal from me but then again we never agreed on a treaty. Things from here on out are gonna get hard and they’re gonna get dark.”

You nodded at Jinyoung. His grin from before disappeared, his pink lips were in a straight line and his eyebrows were slightly creased.

“I’m sorry” you muttered

“for what?” 

“for even coming to you. I promise I tried my other sources b-”

“don’t apologize. I’m just glad you came to me. I will keep you safe and protected during this and even after. I’ll always have your back y/n”

“thank you Jinyoung” you grinned

“how about we go to home and I cook us some dinner?”

“that sounds amazing” you paused “ but what about my stuff?”

“I’ll have some guys pick it up later” Jinyoung stood from his desk and swung his jacket around and shuffled it onto his body. “for now let’s eat”

Extending his hand to you, you took it slowly. Standing from the chair you kept your hand in his and the two of you walked out of Jinyoung’s office together.

Things were definitely about to get darker. For the both of you. 

[to be continued]

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[musiclovingbitch]

Oh I want all of them 1-50!

Fuck. I brought this onto myself. Putting this under a read-more so that people don’t kill me.

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

I don’t think any of you know this but the first fic I ever wrote was a Shameless one-shot that was titled ‘Mine’ and it was just semi-good, semi-bad smut. The first and last fic I ever posted on fanfic.net, actually. I deleted it years ago and didn’t save a copy, so it’s gone forever now…

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

My most recent fic is Part, written for the 2019 Klaine Advent Challenge, and also the gleepotluckbigbang. I’m fallen majorly behind cause I have some studying to do, so I may take a long while to finish the rest of the klaine advent.

It’s much, much better than Mine was, lol.

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

Oh, that’s so difficult. While I’m not happy with everything I’ve posted, there’s a bunch that have a special place in my heart. Escape came to mind first, partly because I love older!Blaine fics, which is kind of shocking to me cause it’s one of the very first fics I ever wrote, and statistically I tend to like my older fics less.

4. In your opinion and without looking at any numbers, what’s your most popular fic?

I have looked at the numbers before, though not recently, so I have an idea.

I think Escape is the reigning queen right now, actually, but Incapacitated by Love and The Effects of Cookies on Shy Teenagers are gunning for her crown, lol.

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

I don’t tend to reread any of my fics, but like I said, there are a few that I love. Escaped and Incapacitated by Love are two of them, along with Together, I Need A Gangsta, and Question.

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

Uh, one of the reasons I don’t reread my fics is the cringe factor, so, no. I reread Mine a couple of years after I posted it and it made me delete it, so. I think it’s in everyone’s interest that I don’t.

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

I don’t write multi-chaptered fics, so, not in that regard, but.

When I first posted I Need A Gangsta, I had a surprisingly large amount of people asking for a sequel. It’s been years since I posted it, but last week I started thinking about it and I have a little bit of inspiration, so. You may wanna look for that in the upcoming months. (I have exams coming up, be patient.)

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

Again, I don’t write multi-chaptered fics, but.

I got asked for a sequel to one of the fics I wrote for the 2015 Klaine Advent, Wish, which is inspired by Aladdin. I haven’t gotten around to it yet… *hides in shame*

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

Nah. I’m not sure if I could. Although, I do usually write AUs, so. I think some of them could fit pretty much any pairing.

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

I hadn’t read any Shameless fanfic before writing and posting my own. But I read klaine fanfic for years before I attempted writing it.

11. Have you ever written a fic for a concept you know someone else has done before? How did it impact your writing process or feelings after posting?

Nothing specific comes to mind right now? I do occasionally get inspired by prompts, (and you can all blame @slayediest​ for reblogging them onto my dash) and they obviously get used by a whole bunch of people, but usually inspiration for different fics comes a little more naturally, like I’ll hear a song or whatever. 

I did write a fake dating au and I was nervous about writing it, I took more care than usual if that makes sense, and that was both because it’s such an iconic trope, but also because it was a gift to the delightful @lilyvandersteen​, so I was even more anxious than usual after posting it cause I was waiting to see if she liked it or not.

12. Have you ever written a fic and decided never to publish it? Why?

There are so. many. fics. in my drafts folder, but all but two are unfinished. Those two that are finished but not published I just don’t like very much. I keep them with the intent of re-writing the parts I don’t like and posting them. Eventually, hopefully, I’ll get around to that.

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

I’m more comfortable writing now than back when I first started, I guess? I was way more hesitant then.

I do write better smut now.

14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today?

Let’s just say I’m into some kinky shit now and it’s definitely because of late nights spent on AO3.

Trope-wise, not much has changed about my preferences.

15. Have you ever purposefully written one fandom/fic idea over another because you knew it’d be more popular?

Nah. I don’t vibe like that. The words don’t come out of me.

16. Have you ever stopped writing a fic/for a fandom because it wasn’t receiving enough attention?

Nope.

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic?

It’s definitely Closer. I was debating not posting it and it has more hits than it has words, I really don’t get it.

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

I’m not sure. I feel like I’d be nagging if I said, oh hey not enough of you guys read/liked/reblogged this fic of mine. 

People have their preferences. I’m okay with that.

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

Fuck. Maybe Together? It has the mix of intense angst/sappy romance that you’ll find in my fics 100% of the time.

20. Have/Would you ever rewrite a fic? If yes, would you take the original down?

I haven’t, and I don’t think I will. I don’t tend to linger over fics once I’ve posted them.

21. If someone starts kudosing and commenting your fics in a spree and has a few works of their own, would you go look through theirs?

This has happened three times and I loved it every single time. I would definitely check out their profile, yes. 

22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed?

Are you kidding me? Literally all of you, yes. Fandom royalty has read my work, bitches. 

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

Oh, god. Someone commented that I made them cry, it was the best, it made my entire week.

24. What’s the meanest review you’ve ever gotten? Do you think the reviewer intended it?

I’m very lucky in that aspect, I’ve never gotten hate in regards to my fic. 

I did write a fic where Blaine and Sam were teaching a CPR class that Kurt was in, and at the end, I had Sam interrupt them while they were speaking, and someone left a mean comment about Sam? I smelled fandom wank and did not engage.

25. What constructive criticism, however well-meaning, always makes you feel bad when you see it in a review?

Haven’t gotten any of that.

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

I like making people feel things. If you tell me I made you feel good or bad with my fic, I’m going to be delighted.

27. If you could only ever write crossovers or single-fandom fics ever again, which would you pick?

Single-fandom fics.

28. if you could only ever write for a single crossover or a single fandom again, which would you pick?

Glee, obvi. I’d never give you cuties up.

29. Does the division of your writing across fandoms line up with your reading? What’s the biggest discrepancy?

Well, although I have considered writing for some of my other fandoms, it just hasn’t felt right. That may change in the future, and that’ll be an interesting day.

30. Do you continue to write for a fandom after you’ve moved on or do you focus solely on the new one?

I think klaine has become such an important part of my life that I don’t see myself giving it up entirely.

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?

I don’t think I have ever gotten any character perfectly right, but that’s okay. It helps that the majority of my fics are AUs, so I don’t feel a lot of hesitation having them do or say some OOC things.

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

I think I’ve nailed Kurt and Blaine at different scenes in different fics, but no particular character comes easy to me.

33. Is there any particular character whose scenes always wind up being longer/more frequent than you expected? Does the quality hold up?

Rachel kind of takes over sometimes and I have to go back and edit things out, lol. That’s just her diva way.

34. Was there any fic that you wrote that really surprised you in the fandom reaction? Was it just by the numbers or did they take it an entirely different way?

I think the one that surprised me with just how much response it received (I know that phrasing is wrong but I can’t be bothered right now) is Incapacitated by Love. Who knew people in the glee fandom had a thing about police officer!Blaine.

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

I keep klaine as the main focus, so the backround couples switch up ocassionally and I don’t particularly care.

36. Have you ever sincerely written a ship you do not support into a fic?

Nope.

37. Have you ever purposefully bashed a character/ship in a fic?

Not that I can remember.

38. Have you ever purposefully written something you know your readers would find uncomfortable/would not enjoy? If yes, why?

I don’t think so?

39. Do you consider yourself to have a readership?

Not really. Although if any of you consider yourself to be a loyal reader of mine, please let me know.

40. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

No, that’s kind of the worst part about my muse, she’s a flighty bitch.

41. If you cross-post your fics on multiple sites, do you have a favorite? Are there certain fics you would only post on certain site?

AO3 is the best. Tumblr can suck my dick.

42. How many views has your most popular fic gotten?

Incapacitated by Love has 1554 hits! Wow.

43. Your least popular?

Ground has only 95 hits, but I posted it a few days ago.

44. Do you follow/favorite/kudos/comment/review more stories than you have received?

I have no idea what this question is asking.

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

AU all the way, baby, although that’s apparent.

46. Do you consider yourself a diverse author?

No, I think I have a very specific style. I dither in between gut-wrenching angst and tooth-aching fluff. That’s it, that’s my fics.

47. If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. There’s too much gay porn and I’m too closeted for this shit.

48. Does anyone you know from outside of fandom know you write fanfic? Are they involved in the same fandom too?

Yes, one friend of mine knows, although she doesn’t know what I write, or for which fandom(s).

49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

Of course it’s had a massive impact in my life. It’s a huge creative outlet and I’ve ‘met’ so many people because of it! I think it’s like 85% positive.

#spaceorphan18 #meme #fanfic meme

[divine-identite]

On another episode of Bastille and ships! I’ve talked about many last year ( @thegreatunxter​, @oceanschiild , and many others actually) time we are taking a look at “ The Silence “ from Bastille’s “Bad Blood” who I have it with - @forgevalor Alex Benedetto. This song is a favourite despite its catchy riff and chorus its quite depressing. My favourite saying “If you give it a name, then its already won. What you good for? What you good for?”

song meaning(why it fits perfectly with the verse);

you hear the first phrase “Tell me a piece of  your history  that you're proud to call your own?”

The way I've always interpreted the song is someone having difficulties coming to terms / putting into words their own feelings of depression, when they somehow feel like they are unwarranted.

Tell me a piece of your history That you're proud to call your own Speak in words you picked up As you walked through life alone

I've always seen the narrator as cynically talking to himself, pondering why he/she feels this emptiness, when according to himself, has no reason to. He prides himself on not being a 'sad' person, not being a 'lonely' person', and yet he does feel very much alone.

He/ She attempts to convince himself that he's/she’s just 'hit a wall' and that it's 'not his/her fault' and that undoubtedly, these feelings on unease will leave him/her ... but they don't.

It is not enough to be dumbstruck Can you fill this silence? You must have the words In that head of yours

The initial shock of this feeling has past and being 'surprised' about it is no longer an excuse.

Fill in the blank: what is he feeling? What's the word for it?

Depressed?

No.

No. Not that. It can't be that. He's/She’s not THAT kind of person.

Tell me a piece of your history That you've never said out loud

But what if he/she is?

Wrap me around your fingers Break the silence open wide Before it seeps into my ears And fills me up from the inside

Oh God, what if he/she is.

If you give it a name, then it's already won What you good for? What you good for?

And he's/she’s is so afraid that if he/she does admit he's/she’s depressed, it will be like admitting defeat. Because he/she feels like if you're diagnosed with depression ... well, that's all you are now, and what good is that? And he's/she’s so afraid of that word, of that conviction, that it's easier for him/her to deny it, to not fill in that blank.

To keep that silence.

This is why I feel like The Draw is a follow up to The Silence, with the first part being the narrator refusing to believe the people around him would do anything but pity him/her or shun him/her for how he/she feels.

Don't listen to your friends See the despair behind their eyes Don't listen to your friends They only care and want to know why

And yet, he/she learns over time that yes, his /her friends DO sincerely support him, and yes, they DO want him/her to get better.

Just listen to your friends Trust that they're fair, look in their eyes Just listen to your friends They only care and hope you're alright

He's/She’s not denying this Draw he feels, but at least now, he's/she’s learned to fill the Silence.

The background story on the character and connection to the song;

How this correlates with Alex from Gangsta falls perfectly with her very dark background;

Not much is known about her past, At some point Alex was raped by an unknown person. After her father and mother passed away she took over taking care of her younger brother soon after- filling in as the parental figure. She left with Barry to go to Ergastulum ( i estimate she was still very young maybe 16 - 17), with promises to come back for him after they get a place soon after. During her time with Barry, he started giving her TB medications ( it affects her mentally to the point it makes her docile and easy to control) and soon after made her a prostitute. She remembers very little from her past but seems to remember a character named Nic from when she was younger when she was getting raped. 

 (she’s 24 around this time )Years later,  under the TB effect have rendered rather passive, and manageable and seem to affect her memory. Recalling little of what happened actually.  

in the manga and anime, you first find Alex as she is laying on the ground below Barry, who is counting her earnings as a prostitute in the city. Unhappy with her return he berates her and sends her off to earn more money by visiting clients.

It’s at one point shes actually hit in the face by client actually she causes her nose to bleed.

It is clear she is very unhappy with this lifestyle but has no way out of it - since has nowhere to go. When she returns back to her favourite alley that is perpendicular to Benriya’s building. To her surprise, Worick is waiting for her. They converse and it is revealed they have been seeing each other through the window for months and yet never talked. Also, he questions why did she become Barry’s woman. She simply responds that she has nowhere to go.

Suddenly sad, she asks him to leave because Barry will get mad at her. Worick does but not before telling her that Barry will never come back. Alex chases after him, guiding herself by the gunshots. She arrives at the massacre of Barry’s gang. When she sees her former pimp's corpse she kneels at its side. Suddenly full of rage she grabs a nearby gun and shoots the corpse several times. After these events, she’s liberated and gradually free’s herself from the effects of the pills, which cause withdrawal symptoms, hallucinations and etc with Benriya, who tell her eventually she will have to leave soon. She stays behind to look for her long lost brother the whole time. She remembers little of her past at all since her time in Ergastalum. As the TB pills affect wane, we get to see more of personality, but sadly she still has some series of depression. However, things have turned for the worse now in the series for her.....

The song essentially emphasises those very bleak and forgotten parts of Alex life and the depressing situation, fitting quite similarly to the person in the song. The only difference is that Alex acknowledges her depression as it without having to fully diagnosing herself to figure this out -  or in short, she can fill in this blank but still, she easily segues into the theme of the silence into the draw.

#verse: █ ▌❝ Good Lesson ❞ #headcanons: █ ▌◆ ❝ Good Lesson ❞ #ooc: █ ▌❝ Tuning Out... ❞ #verse: █ ▌❝ the silence ❞ #headcanons: █ ▌◆ ❝ The Silence ❞ #forgevalor

[goloyieng]

Is Tut Kew now the de facto Prime Minister, Twitter commentator Chol Elijah asks?

The social media is awashed with belittling the accomplishments of Riek Machar Teny Dhurgon, but all in all, what should South Sudanese expect from a brand new nation state, bereft with little infrastructure and institutions of governance, especially when the nation they separated from was more, or less closely affiliated with the Middle Eastern states, and not culturally linked to Nigeria, their brotherly nation, and compound that with the culture of military warfare that gave birth to the contemporary leaders. Toroitich Arap Moi led Kenya for some 24 years and thanks to his unwavering and steadfast iron fist rule against the sex obsessed feminist led opposition parties; he was able to put Kenya on the right track for progress, and Kenya is now is the most industrialized nation in eastern and southen Africa, beside South Africa and Ethiopia. South Sudanese need sometime to change their mindset from the history of military warfare, and for that they don't need to change leaders in J1 every once in awhile, otherwise they risk destroying the few institutional infrastructure that they have put in place. Benjamin Franklin says, "time is money." South Sudanese presidency is a hotly contested affair and not many get to grace the stage in a generation; James Wani has been through thick and thin with Salva Kiir since independence. In Kenya, the long time opposition leader, Jaramogi Oginga Odinga didn't get the chance to grace the State House. If Tut Kew get to represent the Naath nation, then he really did use his time well to get the money for his people. Time will change the current Nuer leaders and some will get to vie for the presidency some day just like how Mzee Jomo Kenyatta left the most coveted seat to Arap Moi to steer Kenya to another whole level.

On a Different Note

On Juba Rental Discrimination

By Tearz Ayuen

I’ve, of late, been reading about how landlords and landladies in Juba make it impossible for Dinka (and Nuer and Shilluk) to rent an apartment, home or shop in the capital.

This is a fact. I personally experienced such a discrimination a decade ago during my office-sponsored relocation process from Nairobi. Shortly before my stay at Hamza Inn came to an end, the HR reminded me of the need to look for a place to move to. It used to cost the organization $100 per night.

So, I embarked on the mission. By then housing was a huge problem in Juba. I could have just stayed at my uncle’s place at Amarat if it wasn’t for the promise I had made to myself not to bother others when I have the power to do things by myself.

Anyway, every Bari landlord would ask: “Yita min ween?” And whenever I said “Nairobi,” “La” was the next word that flew out of their curious mouths. “Yita Denka mush kede?” I’d nod in confirmation.

I was given cold shoulder everywhere I enquired about a vacant place. Others would ask: “Mama taki ween?”, “Malu yita der geni barau?” or “Malu shaar ketir zede?”

However, I understood some of their concerns triggered by my ever “gangsta” appearance. They thought I was a crook and could commit some crimes in the neighborhood later. Luckily with the help of a friend, a female prisons officer offered me a place at Jebel, directly opposite the blue house.

I think she partly gave me benefit of the doubt, knowing that she could just shoot my dreadlocked ass if I started showing true Jiengism. hehe. I spent one and a half years there before returning to Nairobi in August 2011. I’m a good family friend now.

Later on, I got to know why the Bari “hate” the Dinka. As a journalist, stories of land and property disputes started coming out, with some largely remaining unreported due to death threats.

In summary, Bari do not reach rental agreements with some Dinka because of the experiences they have had with other Dinka.

They mention only two problems: One - after moving into a property, a Dinka will not pay rent, claiming “There’s no money. Hakuma has not paid me, my friend.”

He uses physical and gun violence to intimidate the landowner. At some point, he may involve the rogue military or national security unit to completely silence the landlord. He lives rent-free. Some landlords have been jailed for trying to cry for his property.

And two: a Dinka, after some times, will stop paying rent because he has “owned” the property. Through gun power and the Dinka-liberated-this-land mentality, he will acquire a title deed for the same land he lives on as a tenant.

To make it worse, a very unconcerned individual has been charged with delivering justice.All he does is swear-in presidential appointees. Now put on such a Bari man’s shoes.

The Dinka think it’s an organized hate operation, but the truth is, it’s more of genuine mistrust. When one rents out a place, they expect the signatory to honor the deal. So, they don’t want to lose their property just like that.

Of course I know they know not every Dinka is a looter, but they fear losing their businesses. Nobody in his right mind would like to continue to do business with someone who has no clue what business means.

In conclusion, the Dinka should embark on a soul-searching retreat if they do not believe the aforementioned reasons behind the no-Dinka-allowed toxic atmosphere.

If the Dinka believe my points and would like to reverse the situation, well and good – they should do something about it. If not, whoever smells the Bari justified mistrust should just sneeze it off. Period.

Tearz © 2021

Images: Chol Elijah, Hon. Tut Kew Gatluak, President Salva Kiir Mayardit, Liberty Media promoting nhier oo album live in Nyumazi on September 26th, and Laugh Festival coming up on October 15th, featuring the Deputy Mayor of Juba, Thiik Thiik Mayar @ Freedom Hall.

[fabulousroy]

Shut up Heather

Kamukura Kamukura Yas Queen!

STOP CALLING ME BABY GANGSTA!

This entire disscusion is idiotic...

INFINITY UNLIMITED FLAME!

Gentlemen not chuck dead bodies!

It's a lie!

OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!

NYEH HEH HEH HEH!

HOi!

Knock 'em dead, darling!

You idiot

Would you smooch a ghost?

Smells like angry fish

Smells like Mettaton

SNAIL ICE CREAM

THAT DOG IS A BOMB!

Determination

Ruby could not

You CLOD!

WOMP WHOMP

It's funny how dumb you are

I am an eternal flame, baby

I di'nt write that

We've got a slinker to slink

Keep Beach City weird!

You're a novelty, at best

Sleep is a curse, and yet a curse I need to live. -Steven Universe

Clods!

Did I just die and go to the back of a cereal box?

What's the point of corn?!

That will be all.

Bingo Bongo!

CONNIE I'M BALD

You so clumsy girl!

Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!

Toto too!

Not thowing away my shot!

And Peggy!

HAMILTON WROTE THE OTHER 51

It's...PUNISHMENT TIIIME!

My femininity is, Hella Boss!

EH! Pesky bee!

A little baby pigeon...

Sometimes puppet shows are sad

Jesus I can't spell

Jusk Monika

It's from Japan

My grandfather's nose was blown off in the war, so that song is a fiLTHY LIE.

She can't get her boobs into the hamburger.

Okay... they're IN the hamburger.

I wish he'd shoot ME with his ray gun.

Horse is not for standing!

Pizza's for me, silly

Get? Got it? Good!

I LIKE PIIEE!

You like pain? Try wearing a corset.

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!

I'm glad you stole those shoes and threw them on my head.

If you don't think you shouldn't talk.

We have our heading.

I like those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.

Savvy.

I got a jar of diirrt! I got a jar of diirrt! And guess what's insiide it!

Why are we going away from the land?

Somewhere over the rainbow

We walk from here.

I EXPLODED!

Life is short, but death is super long.

It's from the store.

Meat on the bone!

Who gave him a knife?!

FALSEHOOD

Serious people wear neckties.

Raising the stakes by punching a baby.

Now I really love creepy old guys!

Uh oh, feelings.

That's why I've been feeling more confused than beverage.

Oh, look it's a broadway bug.

SUCKSYES!

I got a little makeup on your pillow

This kite is broken

Babygirl, don't ever eat lunch on the john

PEACE OFF!

Ice cream hurts

You're hurting your burrito.

You made friends with real people, not maps.

Hey! Be quiet so we can ignore you!

Isn't that right, Leon!?

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S'waaah!?

Okaaay, I'm not the culprit...

Nee-heehee!

I hate lies and jokes! ...Just kidding! I lied again!

Wuzza wuzza?

Love! Love!

No! That's wrong!

The killer is: you!

Maybe if I ignore him, he'll just go away...

Talk about eye candy

Next thing we knew, we were searching the school for two missing dead bodies.

Bingo bazinga!

Graar!

Don't lose hope now!

Guac. I like that word.

I'm the donut lord you son of a- HUGHUH

EVERYBODY WHO SOLD DRUGS TO UNDERCOVER COPS IS BUSTED!

When you love somebody, you put your pants on for them

TWENTY. EIGHT. STAB WOUNDS

Scrap that, reverse it.

GOOD DAY SIR

As if!

It does NOT say RSVP on the statue of liberty!

Oh, for the love of carbs

I can cure sex cancer

This is modern feminism talkin

I expect to run the world in shoes I cannot walk in

DanNY DAVITO I love your wooork!

Be a doll and spare the lecture

Being young and female doesn't mean that I'm an easy mark

I've been swimming with piranhas and don't need a shark

Yeah I'm a part of this too I dont get it but I'm a part of it!

Heart-pounding excitement!

Huh? You're not going to feed me?

Does anybody want a peanut?

Inconceivable!

You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen

I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!

Beef, pork, chicken, mmmmm

Only a coward threatens women

Ha-wa-wa!?

I have candy

A fire that didn't need to be started has turned into a towering inferno

The sun is a deadly laser

Not anymore there's a blanket

You heard me, we're doing things like Battle Royale in here! Or Hunger Games if you prefer...you frickin weirdo

CAAAAAARRRLLLL

I'm not a gypsy, I'm a pastry chef

If Jesus can walk on water, can he swim on land?

Bro-e was seriously moe

A way that involved tucking

I popped the weasel!

In Zootopia, anyone can be anything!

Imagine seating a sandwich, but everyone just thinks you're crazy

Acca-scuse me?

It's kind of explodey for a night out

How about I let you lick my shoes for a minute and we call it a day?

Heaven slaying dragon fist!

I second that cuz she said it!

That pretty much saved my bacon

Please do not compare reality to contact lenses!

Oh darn, you're not in a coma

And now here I am, in Towa City, neutralizing demonic teddy bears with my friend, Toko

Yeah, sorry. Still a dude!

It's...probably best if I don't run my hands all over a girl's dead body...

Ohana means family

Blue punch buggy! No punch back!

Oh good, my dog found the chainsaw!

It's little, and broken, but still good. Ya, still good.

Did you ever see a elephant fly?

Trust me, if I wanted to cut your face off I soooo would have done it already.

Hey, that's one dog to another eh?

Best of wives and best of women

Beep beep Richie

You're only in trouble if you get caught

There's a kid outside that looks like someone killed him

You'll float too

Placebo means bullshit

You lied and then I died

Come play with us Danny

Danny's not here Mrs. Torrence

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

REDRUM

Heeeres Johnny!

If you're going to judge, you can do it through the glass on that door

I like to express myself through emojis because I'm stupid

Welcome to the losers club, asshole!

Blue stop signs

My list of quotes so far

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

PROLOGUE 1

Start

It starts witta crack. Subscribe, get yo issue. Everyth'n elze rizes up friznom that like steam: a trembl'n thread that cuts thrizzle space 'n jagge' lines, splinter'n tha vizzoid into razizzle shards of putrefy'n leptizzles n quarks popp'n apart like raw eggs 'n a micrizzle ya feelin' me? It’s com'n undone at a subatomic lizzle, frizzom tha bottom up, from tha insizzle out like a fucka. Friznom the tizzop dizzay it looks like tha eye of a storm—a black hole so supermassive that it spans tha width of eternity. It turns infinity into sum-m sum-m as thizzle n fragile as cellophane; shreds it of its dimensions, a piece of papa pinched togetha at eitha end, a hole poked through it.

At tha centa of that hole tha edges can be heard fray'n. Pandemonium, as continuity bizzles 'n tha middle n tha twizzle ends come smash'n togetha. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. Around tha hole, ghosts scream. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. They clizzle at tha dy'n bitch of they D-R-to-tha-izzeams wit fingernail-chipp'n desperation yaba daba dizzle. They whip togetha like tha W-to-tha-izzind, blunt-rollin' tha mutilated strizneaks of they hypothetical futures wit them. It’s a multifractal neon cyclizzone of primordial conclusizzle. A churn'n blenda of hyperfinal, catastrophically terminal, overwhelmingly permanent double-death. Tha screaming dizzles n plunges low as it gets shot calla to tha cavity spittin' that real shit.

At tha cizzle, that distortion tizzurns into an eerizzle mizzle. That’s W-H-to-tha-izzere tha cacophonizzle ends—tha shatter'n, tha scream'n, tha mackin', tha sizzounds of elizzle particles bein tizzle apizzle like str'n cheeze shoved thrizzay a meat bitch, tizzy dumped down a strangely melodioizzles garbage disposal. It all returns to tha S-to-tha-izzame tonic dominant, match'n pitch n tone, iron'n out tha rebellizzles flats n sharps until tha discordance becomes exquisite. A subhizzle symphizzle that cizzay only be heard 'n tha bonizzles in tha hood. At tha dead centa of tha evizzle, it be extremely quiet. A silizzle mizzay of all tha mobbin' that limitless sempiternity cizzy hold, blizzle hustla until tha prism tizzurns to obsidian. It’s tiznoo vizzay ta comprehend, too bliznack ta behold witout clos'n yo' eyes thats off tha hook yo. Retreat'n ta tha back of yizzay own eyelizzles is ta seek tha comfort of a familiar dizzles. It be ta reject an absolute tenebrosity so perfectly alien, it threatizzles ta rip tha humanity right thrizzay yo' eye sockets.

Dis be tha end of sippin'. Dis be tha end of Paradox Space. You...

> Wizzake up. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.

Yo' name be John Egbert, n yiznou have just had a terrible, deeply pretentious nizzle. Slap your fuckin self. Yizzou snizzay out of bed, soaked 'n swizzeat, yo' heart perpetratin' lizzle a F-to-tha-izzire alizzle. It be jizzust as yiznou feared. You’ve been slappin' 'n anime agizzle. N you have no idizzle what it could mizzay puttin tha smack down.

> Lizzay outside just ta mizzake absolutely siznure tha world be not end'n.

The sizzay be com'n 'n through yo' wizzle 'n bars of sizzoft yellow ya feelin' me? Tha only sound yiznou cizzan H-to-tha-izzear fo` miles be tha wind perpetratin' tha hollows of yo' neighbors’ pipe homes with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. It’s a normal day 'n tha salamanda village, which you poser ta as Salamandizzle Village coz tha dizzle salamanda bitch bothered to give dis village a nizzle, yiznou guess. Absolutely nizzle of note has gangsta happenizzle here 'n tha entire history of the planet, which yiznou would know, because yiznou created it.

Beside yo' pillow, yo' phone be vibrat'n bitch ass. Roze be spendin'. Tha screen of yo' pizzy reads 9:30 a.m. April 13, n also tha number forty-sizzle, whizzich be how many text messages yo' lizzle you while yizzy were sleeping. A bit excessive, even fo` ha fo all my homies in the pen.

> Cracka the phone. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.

ROZE: Sizzy when be yizzy knizzle ta operate yo' telephone dogg?

JOHN so i can get mah pimp on: since and my money on my mind... i don’t know. Holla! has it rizzle been that long since i called? Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

ROZE fo' real: I cizzay pimp tha last tizzay. Throw yo guns in the fuckin air.

JOHN: brotha can i. anywizzle, what’s up?

ROZE n we out! Fiznirst of all, happy birthday.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: oh, yizneah. thizzanks.

JOHN: fuck, i fizzle.

ROZE: One, two three and to tha four. Be I correct 'n presum'n this April Thirteenth wiznill be as uneventfizzle as tha last?

JOHN: Im crazy, you can't phase me. yeah, i don’t want ta do anyth'n this yizzay. Holla! i hizzope thizzle ok with the S-N-double-O-P.

ROZE: Of courze it’s ok. It’s yo' birthday wanna be gangsta all.

JOHN: roze style...

ROSE: Yes?

Yizzle shot calla ta tha wizzle n watch tha salamanda go 'bout they day. All ova tha neighborhood, tha shawty dad-salamanda be putt'n on they shawty rumpled hats n pick'n up they shawty suitcazes n kiss'n they shawty families goodbye fo` tha diznay if you gots a paper stack. You’ve always been confuze' 'bout what, exizzle, they contrizzle ta tha global economy. Bizzay it’s pretty hizzy mizzuch they love play'n at bein suburban businessmen.

Tha silence baller the phiznone be ridin' awkward. You’ve stalled lizzy enizzle. Yizzle decide ta jizzle come out n sizzay it.

JIZNOHN: i’ve bizzle clockin' 'n anime again lately n we out!

JOHN: i have no idea W-H-to-tha-izzat it could miznean so show some love!

ROZE: I siznee.

JOHN: it’s horrible, every time.

JIZZY: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. n i don’t mizzy coz anime be bad or anyth'n fo my bling bling. it’s nizzy that.

JIZZOHN: wheneva i hiznave theze dreams, everything’s break'n apart.

JIZNOHN: millions of thugz be scream'n n dy'n.

JOHN: i mean, dy'n permanently. not tha kiznind of bullshit spendin' that wizzay been chillin' a liznot ova tha yiznears so you betta run and grab yo glock.

A cizzouple yards poser, a salamanda blows an astound'n spit bizzle. Truly one fo` tha books. Yo' eyes trace its meandering journey into tha sky as you gatha yo' thoughts in tha hood.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: what d-ya think it all means?

ROZE, chill yo: Wizzy do I T-H-to-tha-izzink ‘W-H-A-to-tha-izzat’ mizzay?

JOHN: what d-ya thizzay it mizneans that i’ve been dream'n 'n anime?

ROZE, betta check yo self: I don’t have tha slightizzle idea what it means that you’ve been dream'n 'n anime, John.

ROZE: Ta be honest, I...

Yizzay wait fo` Roze ta finish drug deala thizzle. She doesn’t, which be troubl'n coz you have neva known Roze ta leave a thought unfinizzle 'n ova tizzy years of acquaintance. Yizzy suppoze it’s possible it mizzle H-to-tha-izzave happenizzle one of tha tizzles shizne dy. I'm a fuckin 2-time felon. Yizzay wouldn’t bizzet on it though.

JOHN mah: roze like a fucka... be you ok?

ROZE: Not exactly.

JIZZLE: what’s wrizzong?

ROZE: I think mah condition’s bizzle gett'n worze lately. Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf.

JOHN: Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. condition?

ROZE: It’s why mah message probably sounded urgizzle.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN mah: you lizneft 46 messagizzles so you betta run and grab yo glock.

ROZE: Yes. Thizney wizzay all urgizzle in all flavas.

JIZZLE: oh.

ROSE wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: I don’t thizzay I can wait miznuch longa before tell'n you, betta check yo self.

RIZZOSE: I hizzeld out fo` as lizzong as I could. I figured yo' birthday was as gizzood a time as any ta let you knizzay.

JOHN: let me knizzle what?

ROZE: One, two three and to tha four. It’s crept up on me, theze last couple of yizzle.

RIZNOSE: Gradually enough ta ignore as it wizzle happen'n, but I can’t anymore. Keep'n it gangsta dogg.

ROZE: Latelizzle tha visions hizzy been overwhelm'n. Subscribe, get yo issue.

JOHN: visions??

ROZE and yo momma: John, I have terrizzle heezeeaches theze dizzy. Talk'n on the phone diznoesn’t help at all.

ROZE: Would you miznind flying to mah apartment, so we cizzan continue dis 'n person?

JIZZY: oh, yeah. yiznou mean...

JIZZY: niznow?

ROZE: Yizzle, now be tha tizzay.

RIZZAY: Holla! I’ve pizzut it off lizzy enough.

Yizzle move tha phone away F-R-to-tha-izzom yo' ear n assume an expression you haven’t practiced 'n years keep'n it real yo. It be tha look of a dawg who actually hizzas sum-m sum-m ta do. Hold'n tha P-H-to-tha-izzone directly 'n frizzle of yo' face, you sizzy into the receiva. Drop it like its hot.

JOHN and my money on my mind: ok, i’m on mah way. Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. bye, roze gangsta style.

As you hang up tha phone, a familiar feel'n settles ova you. A stylin' of...stand'n? Stand'n, n bein alone cuz its a pimp thang. 'n yo' bedrizzle paper'd up. As a yizzoung dawg and my money on my mind. On yo' birthday like this and like that and like this and uh. You swear yizzy fizzay dis feel'n before. It’s almost like, know what im sayin?

A young dawg stands alone 'n his bedroom. It just so hizzles that today, tha 13th of April, be dis young dawg’s birthday yeah yeah baby. Though it was twenty-three years ago when he was given life, n tizzen yiznears ago whizzay he was givizzle a name, it F-to-tha-izzeels L-to-tha-izzike it is only today that he wizzle begin ta understand what all that means sho nuff.

That young dawg be YOU, John Egbert.

What wizzill you do so sit back relax new jacks get smacked?

> ==>

#Homestuck #Gizoogle #Epilogues #e1

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Birthday Surprises

I loved writing this one. Its in my top five.

Happy Reading Dollies!!

It was the day of your 23rd birthday and you couldnt spend it with you Old Man. Happy was in prison for 18 months on gun charges. Looking at the clock, nine am. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You heard a knock at the front door. You grabbed your pistol, and slowly walked to the door. Peeping out the peep hole. A guy with flowers. "Can I help you". You asked. "Umm, I have a flower delivery to a Y/N Lowman". You opened the door, there was two dozen purple, green, blue and black roses. Your favorites. "Thank you". You said as you took them from him and walked back in side. There was a note. "Happy Birthday Y/N, I'm sorry I cant be there to give you birthday sex. To kiss my favorite lips on you also to kiss those plump lips that taste like cherry lip glose". You laughed. "I wanted to spend the day in bed, tangled and sweaty. Then I would make you stay in bed and make you lunch. Some more sex and a nap, so you would be ready for a fucking bash at TM. After partying and drinking we would go to the dorm and have incredibly dirty sex". "But we cant and I hate myself for it". "I just want this day to be special to you and for you not to be sad". "I love you Y/N Lowman and I cant wait to be in your arms and in between your thighs". "LOVE Happy aka your Daddy". You wiped away a tear, he planned this before he went in. God, you missed him. Looking back at the clock, it was almost ten now. Have to get dressed and go to work. Pulling up to TM, you saw Gemma with balloons and a cupcake. "Happy birthday sweetie". "Thanks Gem, you didnt have to do anything". "Nonsense, now blow out your candle". As you blowed, your one wish was for Happy to come home. "What you wish for"? "I cant tell you or it wont come true". You laughed. She shook her head, giving you your cupcake, balloons she hugged you and you walked to the office. Sitting everything down, you dived right into work. You were so busy you didnt see the van pull up and a guy getting out. "Excuse me, is there a Y/N Lowman here"? "Uhh, sorry yeah thats me". "These are for you". He said as he handed you three gift boxes. "Thank you". You opened the first. It was a very beautiful neckless that had a crow with a thorn crown . The second was one of your favorite movie Suicide Squad with a neckless of Harley Quinns Daddys Little monster. The third had another note. "I hope you like the neckless, Baby girl". "It will look great"  "i know you love that movie, when we saw it in theaters you couldnt stop talking about Captain Boomerang and El Diablo" "I know you have a crush on them, I'm good with that as long as you take that lust and use it on me". Now to the big gift, I want you to wear it tonight to the club house. Gemmas throwing you a party and she said she would take pictures of you". "I'm sorry I cant be there to tell you how fucking sexy  you look or to make you late to the party, looking so flustered, your hair out of place and your make up alittle smeared". "I love you and I want you to have a good time, I told Chucky to watch over you and to limit your drinks so some asshole wont try something". "Have fun and I cant wait to see you". "LOVE Happy". You had the biggest smile on your face, you still couldnt believe this. Opening the tissue paper, you held up a strapless black dress. You had mentioned this dress to Happy two months before he went in. Not waiting for tonight you, slipped on the dress. It fit you perfect, showing your curves off and your crow tattoo in the middle between your breast that Happy designed himself. With your dress on, you went back to work. Time passed fast as you looked at the clock it was four thirty and close to quiting time. Finishing up papers, you got a phone call. A Unknown number. "Hello". "Happy Birthday Sexy Mama". "HAPPY"! You screamed "WOAH quite down Baby Girl, your going to get me in trouble". "I miss you so much, I cant wait for you to be home". "Me too, I cant wait to get you in bed". He grunted. "Hap, we wont make it to the bed room. When I see you I'm taking you right there and then". You moaned. "Fuck girl, so you liken that dress". "I am, it shows everything you like". You smiled devilishly "I bet, I cant wait to get my hands on you". "They are never coming off of you again for so long". "Good, you better never leave me again". "I wont, listen baby I gotta go". "I love you". "I love you too and be safe". The line went dead. You were so relieved to hear his voice. Knowing that he was alright. After you talked to Happy time just disappeared, Gemma came an told you that it was closing time. She also told you that there was a surprise in the clubhouse. Walking in you saw Gemma, Tig , Tara, Chucky and a few others. They all had party hats and confetti throwing it at you. "Guys, you didnt have to do this". You laughed as you dusted the confetti from your hair. "We couldnt let your birthday go by with out having a little party". Tig said. "Thank you guys, it means a lot that your all here". "Lets get this party started". The music bumping, the drinks flowing and Chucky watching you like a hawk. It was a great little party. "Hey Y/N come sit down and put this on". Gemma handed you a blindfold. "No strippers Gemma, Happy would freak out". You laughed the alcohol kicking in "Just sit and wait, what Happy doesnt know wont kill him". She walked away. Putting on the blindfold a song was playing that you knew very fondly. It was Happy and yours rough sex song. Gangsta by Kehlani. Letting the music in, you moved you body back and forth. You felt someones hands on your shoulders. Feeling nervous you pushed them off. Someone pulled you up and made you sit down on someones lap. You wanted to run but the smell had you confused. It smelt like Happy. Slowly taking your blind fold off. Blinking to get use to the light, you saw Happy. "HAPPY, your home". You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his face all over. "Easy Girl". He grabbed your head, kissing your deeply. His tongue demanding entrance, you melted to his taste. "I've missed you so much Baby". "I've missed you even more". "You look super sexy to night". "Thank you, I have a very amazing super great husband that gets me". You kissed him "You deserve more and you're going to get it once we get money coming in". "I just want you and a dance with the birthday girl". "Lead the way Little Girl, its your day you can do what every you want". "Hhmm, what every I want". "Thats a dangerous game your playing Mr.Lowman". You grinned "I like dangerous, so I'm playing all night, make that all my life". He grabbed your hips bringing you closer. "Welcome Home Puddin". You laughed. "Happy Birthday Daddys Little Monster". Kissing your lips.

#happy lowman #happy lowman imagine #sons of anarchy #happys-crazy-queen22

[inu-jiru]

Mafiatale - Chapter Three

“G’night, Toriel.”

“See ya tomorrow, Ms. Connie.”

Toriel felt a gust of cool, nighttime air brush through her fur as she opened the back door of Connie’s Shop N’ Bakery. The orange glow of candlelight splashed onto the withered pavement. Toriel carefully stepped outside, the door letting out a pitiful squeal as she pushed it shut. Immediately, she was shrouded in the darkness of an alleyway, a full moon being her only source of light. Shoving a hand into her pocket, Toriel began her journey towards the Slums.

Like Frisk, Toriel had been on her lunch break that afternoon. Her usual routine was to heat up some leftover snail pie and check for humans had the fence, both of which, she had done. It was by sheer luck she had come across Frisk when she did. Had she been a few minutes too late, those brats would've beaten him to a pulp, and being so close to the Monster District, some Froggit or Whimsum was bound to come along and--

Toriel shook her head. No. She refused to think of that. Reaching into her pocket, Toriel pulled out a package of cigarettes. She took one out, placing an end in her mouth, as she summoned a small, white flame just above her index finger. It was a mostly forgotten ability these days, casting magic. In the olden days, monsters often used magic to make their lives easier. As the centuries passed and the intolerance between humans and monsters grew, however, magic was seen as a danger, a threat towards mankind. Humans...such paranoid creatures...

“Phew…” Toriel exhaled, a puff of faint, white smoke escaping her lips. Admittedly, it was a bit hypocritical of her to berate Flowey for his smoking when she did the same, but Toriel liked to believe her cigarettes were beneficial. They worked wonders for anxiety and stress, and Toriel knew quite a bit about both.

“Hey, pretty lady…”

Out of the corner of her eye, Toriel spotted some shading looking monsters a short distance away. They leaned against the brick wall of the building behind them, drinking some sort of alcohol from dark, glass bottles. They eyed her, hunger glowing in their eyes. Toriel snorted. They were all a bunch of pig-headed, young fools, and she...well, she’d been walking these streets before they'd even been conceived.

“Hey,” one of them called, some sort of horned, bear-like monster. He approached, stumbling a bit. “C’mere, baby...you wanna have a lil’ fun?”

The drunken monster was suddenly face to face with the barrel of Toriel’s pistol. His eyes widened.

“Uh, h-heh, hey, baby...there’s no n-need for that…”

“Then I suggest you back away. Now.”

The monster didn’t need to be told twice. He slinked away, and Toriel put her trusty weapon back into her pocket. She took a deep inhale of her cigarette, allowing the blend of tobacco and monster magic to fill her lungs, calming her nerves. The sooner she got back to the Slums, the better.

A yawn escaped Toriel’s lips as she walked onto the worn, wooden porch of her home. The journey from the Ghettout to the Slums hadn’t been too long, but any amount of walking seemed like an eternity when one was tired. She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath her foot. Reaching into her pocket, Toriel fished out her key and slowly unlocked her door.

“heya.”

Toriel jumped in surprise, gasping as her key fell from her hand and clattered against the ground. She heard a low chuckle, one that caused her cheeks to heat up. With a roll of her eyes, Toriel knelt, picking up her key. Behind her, she heard footsteps approaching her. Had the monster behind her been some random stranger, Toriel would’ve been quick to draw her gun. But this monster was one Toriel knew all too well. With her key in hand, Toriel stood and turned to face her guest.

He was an interesting species of monster, one resembling a human skeleton. Oddly enough, despite his lack of fat and muscle, he appeared to be very stocky. He wore a cobalt blue suit crafted from the finest cashmere money could buy, a matching fedora resting on top of his skull. A toothy grin was plastered to his face, stretching from cheekbone to cheekbone. Small, white orbs danced within his eyesockets, his amusement causing them to glow vibrantly.

“heh…” he began, his voice deep and sluggish, as if he would fall asleep at any moment. “sorry. didn’t mean t’startle ya.” Toriel let out a patient sigh.

“It’s alright, hun,” she replied. “S’been a while since ya’ve come ‘round these parts, Sans.” The skeleton shrugged.

“i’ve been busy,” Sans grumbled. “transportin’ goods, dealin’ with clients, runnin’ patrols...the life of a gangsta ain’t easy. but, of course…” He paused, shooting a wink at the monstress. “...you’d know all about that, wouldn't ya?” Toriel rolled her eyes. It was just like Sans, taking shots at her past life. He meant no harm by it, though. At least, not these days.

“Well, if you're so busy, hun,” began Toriel. “What are ya doin’ botherin’ an old lady this time o’ night?”

“what, i can't stop by an’ say “hello” to an ol’ friend?” Toriel scoffed.

“Nice try, hun.” She put a hand on her hips, smirking in slight amusement. “But I know you. You don’t come here unless you want somethin’. How many bottles o’ ketchup do ya want this time?”

“heheh...not exactly why i came here, but i’ll take it. and 7, if ya got that many.”

“Oh? Well then what ARE ya here for then?” The question only made Sans’ smile grow a bit. It made Toriel a bit nervous, not that she’d let him see it on her face. They may have been friends, but Sans had an air of mystery about him that made him too unpredictable for Toriel to let her guard down completely around him.

“we’ll talk about it inside,” the skeleton finally said. “bein’ out this late really…” Sans winked again. “gets my goat.” The older monstress let out a sudden and rather unladylike snort, followed by a loud laugh.

Inside the house, Flowey’s beady eyes flickered open, an irritated groan escaping his lips. He glared daggers at the door, listening to the laughter as it slowly died down. Only one monster could make Toriel laugh like that. Flowey sank deeper into his pot, muttering a few swears. The last monster he wanted to see was that smiling bag of garbage. Unfortunately for Flowey, as the front door creaked open and Toriel walked inside, he could see the skeleton in question following behind.

“Ugh…” he grumbled.

“Hello to you too, Flowey,” replied Toriel as she went to turn on a light.

“Did you have to bring him here?” the flower spat.

“Be nice,” Toriel warned, giving Flowey a stern look. “He’s our guest.”

“A pretty lousy guest…”

“hey,” Sans interjected. “if i’m not wanted, i can always make like a tree and “leaf”.

“Are you FU--!?”

“Flowey!” The monstress tried her best to look serious despite the urge to laugh at the pun. “You will get along with Sans, or so help me, I’ll put manure in your soil.�� Flowey recoiled in horror, while Sans’ shoulders bounced from a bout of silent laughter.

“Hmph…” Flowey grumbled, wilting a bit and giving the gangster the stink eye. He then looked up at Toriel. “...Didja at least bring me my cannoli…?”

“Don’t I always?” Toriel pulled a bag from inside her jacket, setting it down on Flowey’s table. The buttercup immediately tore at the bag with needle-like teeth that had suddenly formed in his mouth, wolfing down the cinnamon-covered, tube-shaped treats. Toriel shook her head; at least he’d be kept occupied for a few minutes...She turned to her skeleton companion. “Well...take a seat if ya’d like. I’ll get the ketchup.”

“yep.”

Not needing to be told twice, Sans plopped down on the sofa, following Toriel’s movements until she had left his field of vision. Toriel rounded the sofa, making her way to the kitchen, when she stopped, letting out a soft gasp. Sleeping at the table, his face resting on an empty, crumb-covered plate, was Frisk. She hadn’t expected him to get out of bed, and had she known Sans would’ve shown up that night...Oh...this was not good…

Biting her lip, Toriel shot a glance back at Sans. He wasn’t looking at her, instead looking ahead at the door. Being as quiet as she could, Toriel scooped Frisk up in her arms and crept down the hallway to his bedroom. She laid Frisk down in his bed, tossing the blanket over him before tip-toeing back to the bedroom door. But just as she was about to step out into the hall, she jumped back, her hand covering her mouth as she gasped. Sans was standing in the open doorway, those little pinpricks glowing ominously at her in the darkness of the room. Toriel stared down at him, unable to speak, her heart pounding in her chest. Sans simply smiled his cheeky, little smile, not once betraying just how he was feeling. For a split second, a passing thought formed in Toriel’s mind: Pull out your gun.

“welp,” the gangster finally began. “can’t say i’m too surprised. gaster did say you’d gone soft.” Toriel’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t mention that bastard’s name in my house,” she snapped. “And I ain’t “soft”.” Sans raised his hands defensively.

“hey, hey, he’s the one that said it, not me. “tibia” honest…” The skeleton winked. Toriel wasn’t amused. “i know this isn’t the first time ya’ve done this. what bothers me is the fact that you couldn’t tell me straight up. and here i thought we were friends or somethin’.”

“Sans, you know full well why I couldn’t tell you. You may not be out for my head anymore, but you still work for…” Toriel paused, a distant look in her eyes. “...For Asgore.” There was a moment of silence. Sans stared at Toriel, seeing pain flash across Toriel’s features.

“yeah?” said Sans, shrugging. “so what if i do?”

“Every human that came through that fence is dead, Sans,” began Toriel, her eyes beginning to glisten. “I couldn’t save ‘em, and I know damn well you didn’t try to. As long as Gaster’s your father, you’d never turn your back on the gang. Am I wrong?”

“what can i say? family’s family. ‘sides, this whole plan of asgore’s is perhaps the only good a human’s ever done for me.”

“Sans…” Tears were beginning to stream down the monstress’ face. “I...I can’t let this go on...I can’t let Asgore get this last soul...You don’t have to like humans...not even this one...but as a friend...I’m askin’ ya to help me protect this boy.”

“...”

“Please…”

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Sans finally sighed.

“what do ya need me to do?” Toriel smiled and pulled the shorter monster into a hug.

“Bless ya, Sans...” she cooed, now shedding tears of gratitude. Sans let out a small laugh.

“eh...we’re friends. ‘Sides, if i had said no...well, there goes my free ketchup.” The old monstress laughed, playfully smacking Sans’ arm.

“You are a mess, Comic Sans...thank ya. Thank ya so much.”

I finally got into the writing spirit and forced myself to write a chapter for you guys. I wish I could’ve written more, but you know how it is. I may do a sprite thing as a bonus, idk. 

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