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mistydeyes · 8 months

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miss americana: gaz edition

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series summary: The 141 has varying thoughts about Americans which range from finding them wildly entertaining to thinking they’re the worst people on earth. However you challenge their perspectives when you meet them. Something about you makes them feel a little more patriotic ;)

summary: When you finally move to the UK, there are a few things that confuse you and Gaz is more than happy to help out! From realizing cars are not automatic to the different colloquialisms, he enjoys clarifying the differences in culture.

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x American!Reader

warnings: none

a/n: FINALLY something that I don’t have to do research on because I’m from the US🦅🎆 I have other parts planned to this as well!

also these are 100% inspired by all the questions I ask @lundenloves, she entertains my constant surprise and shock lol

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Whenever you go out with Gaz you ask him to “translate” for you.

When you first walked the rainy London streets with Gaz, you felt like a toddler with all of your questions. "Why does that stationary store have a sale on condoms?" you asked, confused, as you directed his attention to the sign that displayed a sale on rubbers. "You mean erasers?" he corrected, laughing. Next was when you saw a store you liked and immediately directed him inside, saying you needed pants. Despite how cute you looked while shopping, he had to correct you saying they were trousers and that pants had a very different meaning. Finally, the most egregious example was when you went to a restaurant and ordered biscuits to accompany your savory dish of soup. Once the waiter laughed in response, you looked at Gaz confused. "A biscuit is not like what you get in the Southern US, it's more of a cookie," he explained as you flushed with embarrassment. You would have to do some research next time and consult your British tour guide.

You’re an absolute menace when he goes to the grocery store or what he calls the grocers. You will go up and down the aisles, picking up whatever you fancy.

"Where are those chocolate oranges?" you demanded as you went down the aisle with Gaz. He pushed the cart, or trolley as he called it, which was already filled with a variety of snacks. Anything that looked distinctly British and that you knew you couldn't get at home, went in the cart. He had to hold you back from getting biscuits and crumpets. "Do you think we're having a tea party?" he joked as you waddled back with your selection. "Can we?" you asked, excitedly, and Gaz knew you were going to spend another 30 minutes in the tea aisle. "Let's just find you some Terry's and then we can consider getting tea," he corrected and you pulled the cart rapidly ahead. "I'm going to buy a whole orchard of those oranges."

Later on, you did buy a bushel worth of oranges and Gaz gently rubbed your stomach after you ate two entire ones. "They're just so good," you mumbled before you regretted the lactose coursing through your digestives.

Sometimes you’ll entertain him with distinctly American experiences.

"Did I ever tell you I was going to join a sorority in college?" you mused as you sat on the couch. He looked down at you before replying. "A what?" he questioned and you laughed. "You're telling me you've never heard of Greek life!" you exclaimed as he shook his head. You sat up for this fun explanation. "Essentially, if you're a girl you join a sorority and you spend like 4 days meeting the sister, trying to get them to like you, and then you're given a bid," you explained, he nodded as if this wasn't a foreign concept to him. "Then you all gather, usually in a football stadium or field, and they call your name as well as the sorority you're in and you run towards them." At that, he looked in horror. "It sounds cultish," he remarked and you lightly punched his arm. "It's cute! Everyone dresses up in different themes like 'Las Vegas' or 'Teddy Bears'," you smiled but he still shook his head, "it's the hazing that's cultish."

You will always insist on driving but Gaz remembers the one time he let you drive.

"Kyle, just let me drive!" you exclaimed as he beat you to the car door. In all honesty, you were a little used to being on the passenger side back at home but nevertheless, you were annoyed at his constant insistence at driving. "No," he simply said, "need I remind you what happened last time." The minute he said that you remembered the first time he tried to let you drive. First, you were surprised it was a stick shift rather than an automatic but it was nothing to worry about. It took you a few streets to get used to the changing gears but Gaz still had confidence in you. It wasn't until you pulled into a shopping center and started driving on the wrong side of the road that he made you park and take over. "It wasn't that bad!" you exclaimed, buckling into the passenger seat. "Love, my life flashed before my eyes."

He’ll make fun of you when you order coffee with a smile and try to make a friendly conversation with the barista.

As you entered the coffee shop, you were easily the happiest one there. It was 7 am and even Gaz wasn't as cheery as you are. "Good morning, how are you?" you smiled at the young barista. She returned your smile and eased her tired shoulders. "I'm doing alright, what are you having today?" she replied and you took a minute to think. “Just a cup of coffee for him,” you replied, pointing at Gaz. You pondered for a minute as you strained to look at the signs. "What do you think is good here?" you questioned and her eyes lit up as she began to list the options. "If you're looking for coffee, a cortado is my favorite, but I personally recommend trying our tea," she recommended and you nodded. "Hmm I'll take both," you cheerily replied, watching as she typed in your order. When you pulled out your wallet, you looked around curiously and the barista noticed your hesitation. "Is there anything else I can get you?" she asked before you looked up at her. "You don't have a tip jar here?" you wondered and she let out a laugh. "We don't, more of an American thing," she answered and you frowned slightly. You let her know to keep the change and waited patiently for your order at the end of the coffee bar. "You're too cute sometimes," Gaz said, kissing your forehead gently. He made sure to get a picture of you with your two cups, captioning it, "They finally got their cuppa!"

He helps you navigate the surprisingly easy currency and pricing system.

“Kyle I need more,” you corrected as he handed you a handful of notes. You had gone souvenir shopping in London but forgotten your wallet at his flat. “What do you mean, that’s enough,” he replied as he flipped over the postcards to check if he did his math correctly. “What about the tax? You forgot about that,” you said triumphantly and he laughed in response. “Oh this is one of your American things,” he said, his new favorite term to use, “Love, you pay what’s on the sticker.” Cue your shocked face as you couldn’t fathom the moment of anticipation as your items were rung up at home. On the ride home, you were sure to explain to Gaz the ins and outs of the different taxes including that there was no clothing tax in Minnesota, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Vermont. “I cannot believe you don’t know how much you’re paying when you go up to the till,” he remarked, shaking his head in dismay. “The what?”

There are some disagreements on the meaning of different words (especially ones that you both share but mean two completely different things).

On a rare day, the entire 141 was free, and Gaz decided to introduce you to them. You returned back from the grocers and were surprised when Gaz began preparing a late lunch. “We’re not going to eat at the bar?” you asked, noticing him turning the stove on. “No, no they don’t have food there,” he corrected as your face turned to confusion, “what do you think the bar is?” Upon your explanation of an American bar with cheap drinks and greasy food, Gaz laughed and kissed your cheek gently. “If you want to go to a pub, I can just let them know the change of plans. There’s plenty around,” he responded and went to put the items back in the fridge.

When you arrived at the lively pub, Gaz made sure to sit you next to Soap so you could listen better to his thick accent. While you appreciated the gesture, the Scotsman still spoke a mile a minute. Despite your initial uneasiness, you soon fell into lively conversation and entertained everyone with your stories from college and things you found differently in the UK. "I think the time zone was the biggest issue," you said in response to Ghost's question about your transition to living abroad, "although, the lack of ceiling fans was interesting." They all laughed in response before Gaz interjected. "Tell them about when you ordered a baked potato," he joked and your eyes immediately lit up before you went into a long conversation about your experience. As everyone laughed at your bewilderment at the lack of serving the side with bacon, cheese, and sour cream, Gaz looked at you fondly, his favorite American.

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shygirl4991 · 2 months

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Chapter 1 Unexpected Meeting

All art belongs to @b-r-i-n-g-x no reposting art! Idea from @itsajjanea Note: im still on break but with how stressful life is i decided to work only on this fic so keep stress levels down! (gotta get the angst out somehow lol)

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Summary: SMG4 world gets shaken when he learns that SMG3 is dating someone, with this news SMG4 starts to learn what these new strange emotions he is feeling are. With a love rival now appearing in the showgrounds can Four win Three heart or will he lose the battle to a mysterious new person? Tags: Angst, Romance, Action Adventure, jealously, love confessions, SMG4 discovers he is bi, fluff

SMG3 slaps on his cap excited for the day, he got news from Gary that a rare type of powder was on sale. Exactly what he needed to make a new type of bomb for his cafe, he gives Eggdog a kiss before snapping his fingers for the darkweb. The best part of him learning his meme powers is free travel to the dark web, he walks out humming excitedly to grab the powder when someone bumped into him. He fixes his hat and glares at the person that bumped into him, his eyes then go wide seeing a tall male blinking at him “Oh shit sorry, i didn't see you there!” He watches the person move their blonde hair from their face.

They flash him a charming smile before offering their hand “Names Aster, and you are?” SMG3 checks out the person in front of him, he notices the orange plaid shirt with a pin of the nonbinary flag by the collar of the shirt. He rolls his eyes walking away “Watch where you're walking next time, i have something important to get!” Aster chuckles following “Oh yeah? So important, I can't have your name?” Three rolls his eyes “How about you earn it then we'll talk,” He turns, making sure to walk far away from Aster in order to get his prize.

Aster hums as they watch SMG3 walk away, he looks around and sees the shopping center with the live auction. He smirks running over to the crowd, he has been saving money for the day the legendary star powder would be up to purchase. He was confident no one could outbid him after all Three made sure not to spend his cafe and twitch money on things that weren't needed. He walks into the crowd excitedly watching each item go up for sale then taken by the highest bidder, he chuckles watching the losers cry at the fact they lost their prize. That’s when the last item went up “For our last item, Star powder! It's extremely rare that someone is able to crush a star into an explosive material! After all, Stars can be unpredictable and now it can be yours!! ”

SMG3 smiles brightly holding his sign tightly ready to begin betting, once it starts he lifts his sign “I'M STARTING BIG BABY!” He bets five hundred to scare off the other bidders. He smirks when he sees the crowd slowly leaving only for his eyes to lock with purple ones “Aster?!” They chuckle, lifting their own sign “Cute numbers purple, but I can beat that.” SMG3 glared at the man as he picked up his sign raising the price. They go at this for a while before Three notices he has started to run out of gold, he breaks into a sweat as he watches Aster walking closer to him not breaking eye contact as they hold their sign “What's wrong purple, running a little low?”

He watches as Aster lifts the sign, Three felt everything freeze as he realizes he lost. He looks at the bid and the countdown in shock, everything he worked for was for nothing as the timer hit zero making Aster the owner of the powder. They take the powder and smile at Three only to get a glare in return, they sigh showing him the bag “You know i find you cute, you seem to really want this powder for some reason so lets make a deal!” Three takes a step back, suspicious of the person in front of him. They chuckle as they take out a slip of paper “My phone number, all i ask is a date with the cute mystery guy i met here. That's all I ask, one date and I give you the powder, think on it will ya?”

Three stares at the number surprised, he takes it and looks up seeing Aster give him a flirtatious wink. SMG3 felt himself blushing as he held the slip of paper tight watching the mysterious person walk away from him. He looked at the paper and to his surprise there really was a number written on it, this had to be some kind of dream. He snaps his fingers returning to the showgrounds confused about the events that happen, some person came out of nowhere hit on him and gave him their number. How long had it been that anyone showed interest in him, he thought back on all the people he dated. He frowns remembering how they all ended with them meeting SMG4 and leaving him to try and win over the other man's heart.

He takes a deep breath holding back his anger from those people that lied to his face, telling him they loved him only to leave him the moment a better model walks along. He looked at SMG4 picture and felt his heart flutter “Stupid, this whole thing is stupid!” He deletes the photo from his phone and sighs, why was he putting himself through this?

He looked at the slip of paper and slowly entered the number, he was sure that it was some pizza place. As he waits he walks over to the counter to start brewing coffee for the day, he jumps when he hears a familiar voice on the other line “Hello?” panicked, he hangs up in shock. They really did give him their number, the phone rings and in a panic threw it across the cafe breathing heavily. The phone keeps ringing until he hears a beep letting him know the song has ended, slowly he walks to his phone and picks it up to see a text “Hello, i got a call from this number who is this?”

He stood there staring at his phone before putting it away, he had to think over this deal. He grabs his cup of coffee lost in thought about Aster, He didn't notice Four walk in with Mario. Four smiles as he taps the counter “My usual if you don't mind Three?” he frowns seeing the man not moving as he looks into his coffee, he exchanges looks with Mario “HEY SMG3!” he waves his arms still not getting the man's attention. Mario starts to scream next “S M G 3!”

Still seeing the man was lost in thought Four was getting worried he walks up to three and gently touches him. The touch broke him out of his thoughts, startled from the contact he tosses the coffee. Three frowns at his coffee now being on the floor “What the hell SMG4!?” surprised by the anger Four glares at him “I didn't do anything you were spaced out i just wanted my coffee!” Three groans handing Four a mop “Fine, clean the mess you made while I get you the drink!”

SMG4 was about to argue why he had to clean the mess when an alert from Three’s phone gets his attention, he turns to see an unknown number text SMG3. He then notices Three tense up at the sound before grabbing the phone and shoving it in his pocket, Four starts to clean up the mess watching Three. “Hey is everything okay?” SMG3 nods, finishing up the coffee and shoving it at Four “Everything is fine, i don't know why you would even care.” SMG4 grabs his coffee and walks over to Mario who swallowed a painted dynamite that Three gave him to shut him up, Four sighs then smiles softly at him causing those flutters to return “you just seemed out of it so i was worried…if you need help you can come to us after all we are friends now!”

The word friend should make him happy to hear, instead he felt pain “Yeah yeah whatever you done or you want to talk my ear off?” SMG4 shakes his head as he pays for his drink and leaves with Mario behind him demanding more spaghetti. SMG3 takes out his phone and calls the number “It's purple, i will take the deal.”

Moments later SMG3 was waiting outside the restaurant nervously, he had to remind himself that he only accepted at that moment because he really wanted to make bombs and not because of how SMG4 made him feel. Aster smiles brightly at Three “Hey you really did show up!” They take out a bag from their pocket and hand it to SMG3. Confused he takes the bag and looks inside, it was the powder. He looks up confused as his date gives him a smug look “I'm a person of my word, i find you cute and want to know you more nothing wrong with that right?”

SMG3 blushes as he puts the bag under his hat “uh no nothing wrong with that…its SMG3 by the way.” Aster purple eyes flashes as he gets the man's name. Three started to feel strange before he noticed Aster offering their hand “Shall we? The food here is to die for!” They chatted during the dinner getting to know each other, it was strange for Three the more they talked the more he felt drawn to Aster. As the date ended Aster offered to walk him back to the cafe, they held hands as they kept talking “Yeah i am pretty good at building things, back when i was all about killing my neighbor i built all kinds of weapons to kill him.” Aster hums as they listen to Three taking notes on every word said.

Why was he even telling this person all this, his mind was a mess at the moment, sure Aster was attractive but did Three truly want more with this person? They arrive at the cafe, he knew he had to say goodbye to Aster and end the night, that's when he felt his stomach flip. He didn't want to say goodbye, he turns to ask if Aster wanted to stay but freezes when he notices how close they were. The words wouldn't come out as he watches them take his hand and kiss it causing his heart to speed up and his face go red. “I had a lovely time, you have my number hope we can do this again cutie~”

SMG3 was at a loss of words as Aster walked away, slowly touching his face trying to relax. What was going on with him? it was almost as if he was falling for Aster, he shakes his head laughing at the thought as he walks into the cafe. He takes out his phone looking at Aster's number, slowly he shoots them a text before getting the cafe ready for the next day. Aster chuckles seeing the text “I told you I had this in the bag,” they turn towards a black star “Soon Aster revenge will be ours!” the star laughs as Aster replies to the message “Soon your end will arrive SMG3.” Aster's eyes glow as he puts his phone away.

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #b-r-i-n-g-x

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drewharrisonwriter · 8 months

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On the Mend - Ch 1: Not Today

No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader

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Summary: You were having a really, really bad day in the midst of the scorching Austin summer, and seeing your ex boyfriend, Joel Miller, is the last thing you need.

Word count: 829

A/N: (EDIT 09/17/2023) Okay so I heard ya'll! LMAO and decided to turn this into a mini-series. Not sure exactly how things will play out for these two, but I've written a part 2 and decided to call this mini-series On the Mend. LOL hope you like it. This is a one-shot for now, not sure if and how to continue this. I just got this idea recently and wanted to write it.

The merciless sun bore down as she parked her car. The Austin summer had been relentless, and today, it seemed as if even the universe was conspiring against her.

It had been a thoroughly miserable day. Work had been a disaster; she'd spent hours redoing half of a project her co-worker had botched because she was still hungover from the previous night.

The Texas summer heat, relentless and unforgiving, only added to her misery. As if fate had a personal grudge against her, she realized she'd left her house keys on her office desk when she was already halfway home.

She sighed in defeat and turned her car around to retrieve them. All of this was compounded by her lingering morning sickness, a term she found deceptive as it had resurfaced with a vengeance upon entering her third trimester. She had naively believed she had bid it farewell for good when she'd crossed into the second trimester.

"Whoever called it morning sickness should be shot for lying," she grumbled, attempting to quell the rising nausea that threatened to surface.

Dressed in biker shorts and an oversized t-shirt she kept in her car for emergencies, she got out and beelined to the frozen aisle for a popsicle stick and savored the brief respite offered by the melting ice cold treat.

She sighed in relief and grabbed a pushcart. Her only mission in the store was to grab some Oreos, pickles, and frozen pizza to satisfy her cravings that were so intense, she literally cried in the car on her way over.

As she rounded a corner in the store, she was suddenly face to face with the last person she wanted to see: Joel Miller.

Great. She thought to herself. Couldn't have been on a better day.

Ah, Joel fucking Miller.

The man who had once been the love of her life.

The same man who had taken her on the most memorable first date she'd ever experienced, and had filled the past five years of her life with the kind of joy she'd never known before.

But this was also the man who made it clear to her months ago, after five whole years of being together and living together for three, that he has no plans of marrying her and having a family with her.

She and Joel were arguing at the time when he said it.

In the midst of their emotional clash, she couldn't help but speak her mind, her frustration boiling over.

"Joel," she began, her voice trembling with pent-up feelings, "if you get mad at every damn little thing, what's going to happen if we were married? That's not the life I want, and it's not the husband I need."

Joel's eyes flashed with anger as he retorted, "Of course it’s not! And who told you I was going to marry you?" His words cut like a knife, and she felt her heart shatter into pieces.

"We never talked about it, what put the idea into your head?" he continued, his tone harsh and unyielding.

Her jaw went slack in shock, as tears welled up in her eyes as she choked back her emotions.

"But I thought we--," she whispered, her voice barely audible, she couldn't even continue her thoughts when Joel cut her off.

"No." He barked. "You knew from the start that Sarah is my priority. Always was and always will be. I'm not going through the whole marriage thing again." And have our hearts broken all over again when you realize that we're not what you want, he wanted to add. But instead he allowed the silence to linger.

Silent tears slipped from her eyes but she did not respond.

Instead she stood up and went into the closet and started packing. So be it, she told herself as she zipped the last of her bags before going into the bathroom to hastily shove her toiletries into another bag.

She stopped when she pulled one of the lower drawers open. The positive pregnancy test sticks under her box of tampons glared at her, and for a brief moment she contemplated telling Joel. But when she heard the front door slam shut, she pulled herself together and shoved the sticks in the bag as well.

That was seven months ago and she hasn't seen nor heard from Joel since.

Their eyes met for a moment before his gaze fell upon her very round baby bump. Acting on instinct, she hastily placed her handbag in the shopping cart, a futile attempt to hide it from him, though it didn't do much given the fact that she looked like she had tucked an entire watermelon under her shirt.

She grimaced, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she locked eyes with him once more, she began walking backwards, her eyes not leaving him and before he could say anything, she had rounded the corner and all he heard was, “Nope. Not today!”

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knwatchesninjago · 4 months

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S1E4 Never Trust A Snake

OH MY GOSHH!!!!!!! THIS IS EP!!! I loved it soo much!!! (great... now I sound like a broken record, lol)

BUT AHHHHHHH!!! okay, okay...how about we just get started, alright?

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Okay... for starters... that bird gave me quite a jumpscare, loll. I mean like... what?!!?

That perspective... *shudders* reminds me of all the weird Gabriel Agreste perspectives in MLB, loll

*shudders again*

AnYwAyS, loll

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What is that pose!?

Pftttt... I can'ttt... That pose screams Lloyd all over, loll!!

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Next we got some...

#SiblingBonding

^Okay... may I just say... THIS IS NOT STRETCHING!!!! ^

What is this!??! "SwOoPiNg CrAnE!??!"

"PINCHING CRAB!?? (questioning Ninjago rn, if u couldn't tell, lol)

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Anyways... now onto the *drum roll please* :

#Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene

I seriously can't wrap myself around the fact that this little gremlin is gonna be the ✨Green Ninja✨ someday....

Also may I just say... taht 4th pic of Lloyd with candy on his face... HE'S SO CUTE!!!!! 🥺

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Also... it wouldn't be Lloyd if he didn't regret his life decisions. (I have a sad feeling that this might be the last ep we can see of our little gremlin regretting his choices... 😢)

#RegretsLifeDecisions

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Alas... what are the life lessons we can learn from all this?

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CHILD UNSUPERVISED!!

Like seriously... I dunno what Misako was thinking... Garm I understand, but Misako had no excuse!

But y'all... if you all are planning to have kids... please make sure that they're taught properly about stranger danger. it's kinda sad how easily Lloyd falls into these snakes' trap bc he doesn't know about you shouldn't just blindly trust a random stranger who claims to be your 'friend'. And also... please don't abandon them, loll. I seriously don't know who taught Misako to be a mom. Lol.

Anywayss... since I don't want to end this post of on a serious note...

#Kai_Has_Some_Really_Stretchy_Hair

loll...

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Anddddd.....

"Scales, my old chum"

When I heard that I was like... whattttt!? What the heck is a "chum"?

So I did some research, lol!!

loll.

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Tbh... I'm really not happy with the "30 images per post" limit.

I wanted to add way more pics, ngl. But alas...I'm up to 30, lol!!

So with this I bid y'all farewell.

🙉🙊🙈

"That looks like the shocked monkey"

Byeee!!!!

~KN out~

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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I Could Be Lonely With You

Part 2

Ominis Gaunt x Pureblood! Hufflepuff?!? Fem! Reader

This is gonna have a slight love triangle. Sebastian is gonna have a slight crush on MC, but she only sees him as a best friend. Sebastian has to be close first for Ominis to be comfy, as we all know. This is Part 2! Let's jump right in! I kinda didn't want to write the H/c for hair color and E/c for Eye color, so I'm just gonna make it so that you have blonde hair and violet color eyes. I chose the not bright purple, but light purple eye color. So, we're just gonna use that. Lol

Ominis sat with Sebastian at the Sorting Ceremony. He thinks being here for this is so stupid, but he was mostly here because they held dinner at the same time as the Ceremony. Sebastian talked to him about the sorted students. Most of the students were actually sorted into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw for some reason.

He and Sebastian were eating when the door of The Great Hall was swung open. A girl with blonde hair and light violet eyes rushed into the hall. She looked older than the rest of the sorted. Sebastian heard rumors but didn't think that it was true. He quickly leaned over to Ominis,

"Ominis. The new fifth year is about to be sorted. It's a girl."

Professor Black stood proudly by the sorting hat as the girl rushed to the front. He cleared his throat and the students instantly settled down.

"Here we have our newest fifth-year, Y/n Dacre. Quiet as she gets sorted."

Ominis's mouth felt dry. A Dacre? He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Next to his family, the Dacre was as pure as you could get. Sadly, the bloodline almost ended because one of the heirs disappeared in the middle of the night with their mother. For all he knew, none of the Gaunt's ever knew the gender of this missing child, but he doesn't talk to them often so, he has no clue. The most recent children born were all males. A female Dacre? That's new.

As the hat asked the girl some questions, Ominis could hear the purity in her voice. She was nothing like a Slytherin. She would be eaten alive and spit out if she was sorted her. He secretly prayed that she wouldn't be sorted there.

After a couple seconds of silence, the hat cleared it's throat,

"She shall be..... A HUFFLEPUFF!"

Ominis let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

The Hufflepuff table cheered as Y/n made her way over there. Poppy was the first to greet her and give her a hug.

Sebastian heard the breath Ominis let out and looked at him. He set a hand on his shoulder,

"Ominis, are you okay? You look pale, My friend."

Ominis nodded,

"I'm fine. Just tired. I'm gonna head to the dorms."

With that, he got up and walked off. Sebastian sat by himself. He was looking over at the new fifth-year. She was different. Sebastian and she made eye contact and he flashed her a smile. She gave him a close-eyed smile with a small wave. Yep. Sebastian and her would get along swimmingly.

After the dinner, Y/n and Poppy made there way to the dorms.

"Ya know Y/n, Professor Black looked shocked to have you sorted into Hufflepuff. You do have any idea why?"

Y/n nodded,

"I'm actually a Pureblood. I guess I was supposed to be a Slytherin like all the other Purebloods, but I had a different childhood than most purebloods." Before Poppy could ask more, a seventh-year interpret the conversation.

"Hello, Y/n. Welcome to Hogwarts. I was sent by Professor Weasley to show you to your dorm room."

Y/n nodded and bid Poppy goodnight as she was escorted to her new dorm room. Once shown the room, she found a vacant bed and put her stuff down. She soon met her dormmates and settled in. Soon enough, lights out were upon them, and Y/n finally was able to calm down. With everything that has happened the last couple of days, she was finally able to think about everything and what it meant for her in the future.

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Ominis couldn't get the girl out of his head. He swore he heard of her before, but he was unsure where he heard of her. He walked to The Great Hall for breakfast with Sebastian as usual. He heard the chatter around him about the new fifth year. Something about battling a dragon and that's why they were late to the ceremony.

As Ominis and Sebastian took a set, Imelda struck up a conversation.

"So, how are the two of you feeling about the new fifth year? I heard they're actually pureblood."

Sebastian just shook his head,

"I don't assume anyone's blood. Pureblood or not, they fought a dragon so, put respect on their name."

Imelda crossed her arms and gave Sebastian a look,

"You probably assume that for their last name. Dacre sounds draconic."

"You think I spread lies?"

Imelda and Sebastian went back and forth about the rumors they have heard. Ominis just looked off into space. Stuck in his thoughts.

Y/n finished her breakfast. She used this extra time to go find the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom. She wondered about the hallways. Some of the portraits noticed her clueless state and pointed her in the right direction, she thanked them for their kindness and soon found the classroom.

Y/n opened the door and stepped inside. No one was in the room so she took this time to look around. Soon other students started to enter the class and Sebastian was among these students.

Y/n looked around at the other students as they chatted. Some students were talking about dueling and such. Y/n watched the dark-haired Slytherin boy that smiled at her yesterday start a duel with one of the red-headed Gryffindors.

The Slytherin boy bested the Gryffindor in the small exchange. Right after that, Professor Hecat caught the attention of the class. She talked about the importance of protecting yourself and using any opening possible to get an upper hand. Soon the tables were moved around and one long table was placed in the middle,

"With that, We will soon put all of the last year's lessons into practice. Miss Y/n, please see me as everyone else prepare yourselves."

Y/n walked over to the Proffessor,

"Yes, Professor Hecat?"

The older lady gave her a small smile,

"I know you have been studying with Professor Fig. He didn't mention that you knew Levioso so, I'm gonna teach you it."

Sebastian watched as the blonde girl learned the new spell. She picked it up instantly with perfect wand movements. He smirked. This year will be interesting.

Professor Hecat cleared her throat to catch everyone's attention,

"So, we are now ready for a duel. Since you were so eager, Mr. Sallow, You will be dueling against Miss Dacre today. Up onto the table you too."

Sebastian hopped onto the table with Y/n on the otherside,

"My name is Sallow, Sebastian Sallow. Nice you meet you Y/n Dacre."

The Hufflepuff girl smiled at him warmly and nodded,

"It's nice to meet you, Sebastian. I hope you have a good duel!"

The Slytherin boy smirked at her,

"Oh, I will. It's time for a proper Hogwarts welcome."

With that, the duel commenced.

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Sebastian landed on his back in shock. He, of all people, was finally bested in a duel. By the brand new fifth year on top of it all.

Y/n immediately hopped off the table gracefully. She walked over to the fallen boy. She smiled down at him and lend him a helping hand,

"Thank you for a great duel. Are you feeling okay? You landed pretty hard."

Sebastian locked eyes with her. He felt something in his chest but pushed it away. He grabbed her hand and she pulled him up. He nodded,

"I'm okay. We should duel some more sometime."

After a couple more minutes, the class was dismissed.

Sebastian ran off to find Ominis immediately. He had to tell him what has happened.

Little did he know, the Hufflepuff girl was trying to catch his attention. She wanted to ask him if he wanted to be friends.

Y/n just looked down at her feet after Sebastian ran off already. She sighed. She remembered what her mother always told her,

"Y/n. The harsh truth of the world is that you will never have any true friends. You have acquaintances all your life. People you know, but they end up finding their own groups and paths. A true friend will be there through thick and thin. Someone that can share your pain, not inflict it. Look at me and your father. He's my best friend and husband. My Dove, look for the good in people but don't let being desperate fool you. One thing I learned is that the most secluded people are the people that will always have your back because of your kindness. Be careful out there and remember to always be true to YOU. Not others."

Y/n sighed. People always used the term friend so... loosely. She then walked off to her next class. Life can be so lonely sometimes.

#ominis x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #sebastian sallow #love triangle #part 2

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animesmolbean · 1 month

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A World of Pure Imagination

Side Note: Talking about a Wonka GIF... AGAIN!

Who knew someone being covered in chocolate would be attractive! There's a first for everything, I guess, lol! 😆

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 14: We Did It, We Changed the World

Yin gasped and looked behind him. Who he saw completely surprised him.

It was a very short man with orange skin and bright green hair. He wore a brown and white ensemble with goggles and mechanical wings.

The Little Orange Man was real!

"You're the little orange man Willy told me about." Yin said, eyes wide in shock.

The green haired munchkin rolled his eyes. "I'll have you know, I am an Oompa Loompa. They call me Lofty." He said in a dry, sarcastic tone. He looked at the young man. "And you must be the young man that Mr. Wonka wouldn't shut up about."

Yin felt a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "He... talked about me?"

"He wouldn't shut up about you."

'He talked about me.' Yin thought to himself, smiling sweetly. Then he remembered.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lofty. Can you help me turn this off, please?" He asked, trying to turn the handles again.

Lofty looked at the machinery. "I've got this." He used the mechanical wings and flew up to a higher point. There was a lever that was labeled 'Emergency Drain'.

'I guess I didn't see that.' Yin thought to himself.

Even though Lofty was already there, Yin stood on his toes and reached for the lever. At the same time, Lofty and Yin pulled down the lever. The machine made a whirring sound, and Yin heard the chocolate being drained. It worked.

Yin looked at Lofty and kneeled down once Lofty was on the ground again. "Thank you, Mr. Lofty. How can I repay you?" He asked graciously, shaking his hand in his.

Lofty pulled his hand away after a few seconds. "You could get that boyfriend of yours to repay his debt. That'll be a good start."

The young man didn't know what he was talking about, but he nodded. "You got it."

"Now, I bid you good day, sir." Lofty activated his wings and flew out of the vault and onto the elevator, activating it and the elevator went up.

Once the elevator was out of sight, Yin got up and went to the door. He started to turn the handle. "Willy! Noodle!" He called.

He managed to get the door open and saw Willy and Noodle on the platform, covered in chocolate. The pair saw him, and they yelled, "Yin!"

"Guys!"

Yin ran in, not caring about the slippery chocolate on the pathway. He got to Noodle first, who ran up to him first. The two took each other's hands. "You're okay! You're okay! I'm so relieved!" Yin exclaimed in joy.

"You saved us, Yin! Thank you!" Noodle exclaimed happily.

Yin chuckled. "I can't take all the credit. I had a little help. From the The Little Orange Man."

Noodle's eyes widened. "The Little Orange Man?! He's real?!"

"Yep. His name is Lofty. Interesting guy." Yin stated, chuckling.

Noodle giggled along with him.

Yin then looked behind Noodle. There stood Willy, his boyfriend, a gentle smile on his pretty face. Yin released Noodle's hands, and with a sniffle, he jogged over to him.

He got over to him and cupped his cheeks. The chocolate on his face was already drying up. "Oh Willy. I thought I was going to lose you again." He whispered, sniffling.

Willy caressed Yin's face with his fingertips, careful not to get too much chocolate on him or his clothes. "It's alright, sugar cube. I'm right here." He reassured.

Yin smiled softly at him. "I'm so happy you're okay, baby." He whispered. Willy smiled softly at the nickname and nuzzled his nose against Yin's. The action smudged some chocolate onto Yin's nose. The couple giggled.

"I hate to ruin this moment, but we have some criminals to catch." Noodle, who was now at the entrance of the tank, interjected.

The couple blushed lightly but nodded. "Yeah. Let's go!" Willy said. Noodle left to get the ledger.

Before they left, Yin kissed Willy. The magician kissed back, cupping Yin's face. The kiss was gentle but firm, lips moving desperately.

They pulled away after a good ten seconds. Yin licked his lips. "By the way, your chocolate is a hundred percent better." He joked.

Willy laughed at his boyfriend, whose face was now mostly smudged with chocolate from his hands. Despite this, he still looked as beautiful as ever.

The couple held hands as they walked out of the tank. Noodle now had the green ledger in her hands.

"Let's go. I would love to see their faces when we come out." Yin said with a playful smirk.

Noodle laughed while Willy chuckled, biting his bottom lip shyly at the sight of Yin smirking playfully.

The trio made their way out of the vault, ready to finally bring the Chocolate Cartel to justice.

(Transition)

The Cartel emerged from the cathedral as the Chief finally arrived in a car.

"Gentlemen! Thank goodness you're alright! I came as fast as I could."

He tried to get out of the car - but now he was so enormously wide he didn't quite fit through the door. The Cartel shared surrpised, confused, and looks of disbelief. The Chief manages to get out. "Car shrunk."

Slugworth spoke up. " Don't you worry, Chief. All under control. Couple of thieves broke in, but I'm afraid they met with a little accident."

"In which they died." Prodnose added dramatically.

This time, it caused the other Cartel members to chuckle. "That's actually very funny." Slugworth commented.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." A voice called out.

The three turn to see Willy Wonka, Noodle, and Yin emerge from the cathedral. The first two were covered in dried chocolate.

"Officer Affable, would you kindly take a look at this?" Yin asked, gesturing to the green ledger Noodle was holding.

"Wonka!" Slugworth exclaimed in surprise.

Noodle handed Affable the ledger. "It details every single illegal payment these men have ever made. Thousands of them." Noodle looked at the trio.

"Don't listen to her, Affable. She's lying." The Chief spoke.

"Well, of course she is!" Slugworth joined in on the lying.

Affable's eyes widen as he flips through the pages. "She's not, sir. She's absolutely right.... it's incredible."

The Cartel grew visibly nervous. The Chief tries to take control of the situation. "Oh. Well. It sounds like a case for the chief of police. Give it to me, Affable. I'll take it from here. You know, save you from the paperwork."

But Officer Affable keeps a tight hold of the book. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sir."

The Chief chuckled. "Why's that?"

"Because your name's written in here."

"What?"

"A lot." Affable closes the ledger. "You are under arrest."

Slugworth, Fickelgruber, and Prodnose sense the game is up. "Gentlemen? Run!" Arthur squeaked out, and the three moved to run.

Noodle walks forward to go after them but is stopped by Wonka, who takes her arm gently. "That's okay, Noodle. Just give it one second."

Then, something incredible happens. The Chocolate Cartel began to float up for the ground - just like they did in the Galeria. Yin chuckled at this, remembering that moment well.

Slugworth desperately grabbed at the fountain, Prodnose grabbed Slugworth's ankle. Fickelgruber grabbed onto Prodnose's ankle.

"You didn't eat any of those chocolates did you?" Willy asked as he walked towards the fountain, holding Yin's hand.

"Why?" Slugworth asked.

"Because they're Hoverchocs! Delayed action. But extra strong." Willy replied, smiling.

Slugworth growled at Willy.

"You think you're so clever, don't you, Wonka? There's a billion sovereigns of chocolate beneath our feet. We'll get the best lawyers, bribe the judge, rig the jury if we have to. We'll be fine."

Willy frowned a bit, looking down. "I wish I'd thought of that." But then, he smirked, and Yin had to control himself when he saw it; he liked that look.

The chocolatier turned around. "Hey Noodle!" He called out to her. Noodle hit a drain by the cathedral with a wrench. Yin was confused as to what was happening.

Just then, the ground started to tremble. Everyone, except Willy and Noodle, was confused. The fountain in the middle of the square began to shake. The icicles of frozen water, which have hung from the ends of its water spouts for years started to crack and fall.

Then, a rich brown liquid shoots flint he water spouts, sending the Cartel spinning away into the air, making them yell.

"What is it?" Prodnose asked.

"It's our chocolate!" Slugworth replied.

"All our chocolate!" Fickelgruber added.

"We're ruined!" Prodnose cried.

Willy looked up at them. "Don't worry, gentlemen! You'll come down eventually, I think. Probably. But until then.."

He hops onto the edge of the fountain and takes various ingredients from his pockets and sleeves, and throws them into the fountain. The chocolate bubbles and sparkles, turning into a gorgeous color. Noodle watched, enchanted and laughing from the side of the catherdal. Yin watched from in front of the fountain, enchanted and laughing while hopping up and down. The wash house gang emerged from a storm drain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Willy Wonka, his partner, and friends invite you all to enjoy our chocolate!"

The crowd gathered around the fountain, clamoring for the chocolate. Yin cheered happily, clapping. Willy came down from the fountain as the whole crew came and congratulated each other on the success. Eventually, they break off, talking with the other townspeople.

Willy grabbed Yin's hands in his, both of them jumping up and down with joy.

"We did it, Willy! We changed the world." Yin said excitedly.

"Yes, we did, my dear Yin. Yes, we did."

They cupped each other's face, smiling like idiots. Without a care in the world, they two kiss each other. It was a sweet and loving kiss that lasted for some time.

They pulled away, laughing.

"Finally!" A voice rang out.

The two turned and saw Noodle smiling. "About time." She teased.

The two blushed but couldn't help but smile. "Should we tell her this isn't our first time?" Yin asked.

Willy shook his head. "No. Leave some mystery."

"What?! You already had your first kiss?!" Noodle exclaimed in surprise. "When?!"

The two bit their bottom lips before they both replied at the same time, "When we opened the shop."

"Aww, I missed it!" Noodle whined. "Tell me all about it later, Yin!"

"Will do, Noodle-dee." Yin teased.

Noodle went back to talking to people and giving them chocolate.

The couple looked at each other, and they laughed at what had just happened. "So much for mystery." Yin said. Willy just nodded. Yin went to play with Willy's hair and kiss his cheek, but then he realized he was still covered in chocolate.

"We should probably wash off all this chocolate." He suggested. Willy looked at himself up and down and looked at Yin's chocolate smudged face and hands.

"That didn't stop you earlier." Willy pointed out with a playful look.

The two laughed again.

#wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #fanfic #timothee fanfic #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n

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nightqueen1221 · 2 years

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So so nervous! I've read your rules over and over again and idk why I'm so shy lol this is my first time ever sending in a request in my entire tumblr days. Anyways, umm can i have...some hcs with Korekiyo (we'll just say reader made him realize it was all manipulation and abv$e) and uhh maybee..some kokichi x a nezuko like reader? She has the same attacks and bamboo i guess I'm sososo sorry if i broke a rule aAA

No don't worry you didn't break a rule dear, it's alright. I just happy someone read my rules lol.

(Yes this was the best picture I could find of then together.)

Korekiyo Shinguji

-When he first met you, he had a lot of questions.

-He will be respectful of your boundaries and ask questions he feels like wouldn't offend you.

-It's a bit difficult to communicate due to you being mute.

-However, he studies humans and learns easily what you mean to say with your pointing and body language.

-One of the many reasons he fell for you was because you were quite.

-Of course he would love to talk to someone and adores doing so, it's more of that fact that you're not being annoying like someone.*cough cough, Kokichi, cough*

-He'll never pester you about wearing bamboo, he is quite well acquainted with people asking about his mask.

-He is greatful of you, truly, he is.

-When you helped him realize his sister was harming him and using guilt to make him do what she wanted. He thought you would push him away.

-However you stayed, helped him get much needed therapy, and did everything in your power to make sure he recovered.

-Speaking of power, your physical and Blood Demon Art is all in all something of beauty.

-Due to your small body and kind nature, it was shocking to say the least.

-"kehehe, my love, you truly are a walking being of beauty and surprises."

Kokichi Oma

-"HEY! WHY ARE YOU WEARING BAMBOO OVER YOUR MOUTH?!?!"

-Dude ain't got no chill or filter.

-He than gets mad that he doesn't get a clear response since, you. can't. speak.

-However this relationship works really well since you're basically Nezuko and he's... your Zenitsu.

-"Y/N CHANNNN~~!"

-He's tried to run up behind you and take your bamboo off.

-...That's when he first sees any of your Blood Demon Art.

-He got a little cut from it, but you still felt terrible for harming him.

-"WAHHHHH, Y/N CHAN HURT ME!"

-He just clings to you constantly.

-Just carry a broom around so you can shoo him off your leg.

-He talks all big and bad about himself, than ends up hiding behind your leg when they threaten him.

-"Come on Kokichi! You can't just hide behind Y/N every time you can't keep a promise! Come out and fight like a real man!"

-"Kaito's just jealous I have a strong girlfriend to protect me. And my organization over 10,000 members from all over the world!"

-Kaito is someone who's, incredibly confused. Why him, out of everyone. You're so kind and caring, yet you chose the man who manipulates others into doing his biddings.

-He honestly thought Kokichi was blackmailing you into being his partner.

-And while Kokichi does like the power you hold, he still cares for you as his girlfriend.

#I PROMSIE IM GETTING TO MY REQUESTS AHHHHHH #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #killing harmony #Kokichi x reader #korekiyo x reader #Kokichi oma #x reader #Korekiyo Shinguji #kokichi oma x reader #Korekiyo Shinguji x reader #anime #request #Danganronpa v3 #Danganronpa v3 x reader #Female reader #Female yn #Danganronpa x female reader

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bratty-metalhead · 10 months

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Headcanons for Special Ghoul Phil?

I fucking love Phil. I miss him.

I don't have the time to put these into picture format, but I'll answer them in text!

[I don't have any kind of fact in the lore to back up any of this shit lol roll with me here. A lot of this is driven by... personal feelings]

Nothing NSFW here, it's just long because I'm an author and don't know how to shut up.

He was a little insecure about his position as the "spokesperson" for the Ghost project and the Clergy.

He didn't think he deserved to be the person who spoke for the entire project. In fact, when they were first coming up with the idea of appointing a "spokesperson" outside of Sister Imperator, Special's suggestion was that the position to go to whoever was the current sitting Papa... He quickly figured out that the reason she didn't like this idea was because she thought she couldn't control the Papa's the same way she could control the Ghoul's. (Another part of it is how much of a fuck up Nihil was when he was in charge of speaking for the Clergy).

He ISN'T the one who killed the other Papa's, and didn't have a hand in it AT ALL.

He gets very upset when this is even mentioned. Special was very close to all of the Papa's and worked with them all closely, but he was especially close with Terzo. At the time that the murders happened, he wasn't at the Ministry. In fact, many of the Ghouls weren't "on campus" that day... And now, of course, we know why. No one is completely sure who did it, though the rumor is that either a Ghoul was summoned specifically for the sake of doing Sister's bidding, one of the "old Ghouls" (since a few of them left of their own accord shortly after; we're looking at you, Alpha, Air, Water, and Earth), or someone in a Ghoul mask that wasn't actually a Ghoul. No one knows, and not for a lack of trying.

For a while, he was isolated from the other Ghoul's and Ghoulette's because of his position as the "mouthpiece".

There was a lot of jealousy back in those days (again, LOOKING AT YOU Alpha, Air, Water, and Earth, ya fuckers), and for a while, he wasn't welcomed in the Ghoul's wing of the Ministry. There was also a lot of jealousy related to how close Special was with the Papa's. Rumor swirled about why he was allowed to talk to the public while the others were sworn to secrecy and silence, or that he would be spying on the Ghouls and reporting things he said back to Sister. In reality, he hates Sister and spent a good portion of his time mocking her with the Papa's.

He's actually a very talented musician, and felt a little hurt that he wasn't selected to be in the touring band.

He can sing, and he can play guitar. He was selected for his position based on his knowledge of the Clergy, and the devotion he had to them previously. But what he really wanted was to be in the band, because he thought that was a better way to spread the message.

He's an avid vinyl collector.

It's his favorite thing to do. He says music sounds more authentic that way, with the clicks and pops and scratches. He especially likes records that are harder to find or more rare. Special has been found multiple times lying on his floor, staring up at the ceiling, listening to one of his records and drowning out the world around him.

He's still at the Ministry, though he very much works behind the scenes now.

And usually, he's helping Copia. Special and Copia first met shortly after the other Papa's deaths, an accidental meeting in the Ministry's library, both in shock and mourning over what happened. Copia would then be pushed into the spotlight as the "next in line" to be Papa, and Special fell back into the shadows, refusing to be associated with being the public face of the Clergy any longer. However, in the background, he was assisting Copia and showing him the ropes now that his brothers were no longer around to do so. Remember, he worked closely enough with the Papa's that he had intimate knowledge about their jobs... And the things that the boys did to sneak around Sister's influence.

He is very devout in his worship of Satan, but no longer holds true allegiances to the Clergy.

Because... Fuck them. Previously, he thought they were doing good through their message and that his views aligned with theirs. However, it didn't take long after the transference of power from Primo to Secondo for Special to figure out just how fucked up things were behind the scenes. He saw first-hand how little power the Papa's truly had, how much they put up with from Sister. And the more he figured out that she was the driving force manipulating everyone and everything in the Ministry, and more he worked on the side of the people who don't agree with her methods.

The "New Ghouls" are much more accepting of him than the "Old Ghouls"... With the exception of Omega.

Omega is chill and, with an exception of a few others, was one of the only Ghoul's from the "old group" who gave Special a chance. Let's be real here--it's because he was so close to the other Papa's himself, and because of his relationship with Terzo, giving him the same unique perspective that Special had about the way that the Clergy was really being ran. And on top of that, he understood how important it was to not expose the other Ghoul's to certain truths that they just didn't respect. However, with the "new" Ghoul's and Ghoulette's, because Copia wasn't raised within the direct line to the Papacy, he got to know many of the newly-conjured Ghouls on a deeper level than his brothers were ever given the chance to. (They knew their Ghouls, yes, but they were watched much closer than Copia was... With the exception of Terzo, who did everything in his power to piss off Sister). Because of this, the new Ghouls didn't have the same bias against Special, and were much more accepting of him.

He's very passionate about various social issues, especially when it comes to sexual freedom and freedom of religion.

And man, did he piss of Sister with some of his opinions. Rarely did he stay "on script", starting when Secondo was Papa and he was allowed to really speak, but especially ramping up when Terzo took on the Papacy. He made a point of going around to people in the Clergy, asking them if they had anything he wanted to say. One of his favorite things to do was ask the Papa's about their opinions related to Ministry affairs, and put his own spin on them when he was allowed to talk to the public. He would also through in his own thoughts, feelings, and beliefs. And it pissed Sister off to no end that (1) she'd hired him for the roll and (2) if she did anything about it, the Papa's would flip their shit, so for a long time, her hands were tied. (That is, of course, until she decided that the only choice she had was to murder them).

These days, he can mostly be found teaching in the Clergy's private school.

You better believe this was a calculated move, egged on by Copia. Copia himself had been very dedicated to the Clergy's education when he was still a Cardinal, given that he'd experienced the world of the children in the Clergy first-hand, not part of the "royal treatment" his brothers had, due to him being this "hidden secret" for the first half of his life. After the Papa's were murdered, Special conspired with Copia to come up with an alternative curriculum that would start to plant the seeds of the truth about the Clergy with these kids, and show them the way things should be, not the way that Sister wants them to be. He likes to teach the religious courses, and he has a heavy hand in music education, as well.

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HI EVERYONE: TODAY'S PAGE IS LATE.

im calling my shot too early, but i've spent the last 2 days getting my ass beat by lupus symptoms. im feeling so much better. the page is coming.

BUT in the meanwhile: i wrote this long post about why i left Hiveworks

ill put it under a readmore here on tumblr in its entirety:

intro: dont get your hopes up

look, i’m going to be straight up with you: there’s no messy drama or fallout that caused this. no juicy deets or salacious rumors to slurp down. you know if this were the case, i would have erupted across my various social medias in a frenzied rage with all the delicacy of a bull in a china shop partly for entertainment purposes. instead, this will probably be a boring at best navel gaze where i try to walk the line between pragmatically trying to explain why i left and moral grandstanding. because leaving abruptly looks weird externally, i do actually have to explain why instead of just mysteriously leaving during a period of time where i am being an obnoxious asshole. a combination of disdain for the current cultural zeitgeist and a growing culture of disrespect toward audiences has culminated in my online behavior devolving into the online version of grabbing people saying stupid shit on the street and shaking them very hard. this is something an insane person would do. i know.

the commodification and increasingly blatant commercialization of an art format that could once arguably be compared to other amateur transgressive arts (ex: underground comix, tijuana bibles) is borderline heartbreaking. not to be too dramatic, but i want to start smashing things like im a monster from the rampage arcade game to scare the NIMBYs away before they start building escape rooms where the fetish web comics used to be. there is no place unspoiled by the poison of advertising and sponsorships. except…

youtube

trying to make money in comics is a fool’s errand. go make furry porn commissions if you want to make money doing art! you’re completely out of your mind if you go into the arts to make money. full on detachment from reality if you choose comics. they should commit you if you choose web comics.

at hive:

i think people have a wildly different perception regarding the popularity of A Ghost Story so i have approximate data to give people an idea. having culled the SHIT out of my analytics results to remove bot traffic, i think i have relatively accurate results, i get about 1000 unique visitors a month (generously rounding up lol), about half of them are regulars, and 10% of them donate to patreon (this is, imo, an unfathomably large amount lol. shocking and humbling. thank you for your continued support of me in spite of [gestures]). i feel like a small comic 99% of the time, but man. 1,000 is a big number. i can at least reasonably assume, i’m PRETTY sure, that i was a comparatively small comic in hiveworks.

my monthly payout was roughly $100 a month (and merch sales, if applicable) and their services included web site help, dealing with any merch sales, and site hosting in exchange for running banner ads (which have been a fixture on web comics since the conception of google’s ad program; remember the homestuck bidding wars??). banner ads felt like a small and reasonable compromise to be included in something that felt like a weird pipe dream. in certain circles, a hiveworks invitation was a stamp of quality with prestige; i was very aware of the company i was invited into keep and was initially pretty concerned with how my presence reflected onto them and their work. i was going through some serious brain problems due to a deeply stupid relationship and, as a result, i did my best to keep my head down, stay out of people’s way, and focus on not bringing undue shame to something i was well aware i was completely unsuited for. i had (and frankly, still have) no idea why i was chosen as i had not applied. i cannot stress enough that i was under no delusions as to the quality of my comic lol. my perception was that someone had stuck their neck out to make a special exception for me and i was constantly on the verge of fucking it up and humiliating them.

it was a very off-balance exchange extremely in my favor, and i was aware of this. especially since, being frank and honest here, i was bringing absolutely nothing to the table for them. i don’t want to put words in anyone’s mouth, but its a reasonable conclusion that i was more trouble than i was worth, given the infinitesimal worth.

the vast majority of hiveworks readers completely bounced off my comic, which makes perfect sense given the hiveworks audience is i think more interested in the genre they primarily host: fantasy and magical realism. in comparison, “a ghost story” is a slow, slooow burn about federal bureaucracy and being insane with extremely amateur art; i know what i am! and that’s fine! but i became a little resentful (and i tried not to! honest!) after 7 years of perpetually being put on a back burner. it felt like i was being strung along for reasons beyond my comprehension or as the baseline of acceptable awfulness for the website’s quality. someone has to be the “worst”, objectively. it’s not a great feeling to know it, coming to terms with it i think was much healthier than trying to fight it. it was a really good driving force to keep my mind off the nightmare of my life at that point and improve my art a lot.

AGS’ irrelevance was underscored by it being mentioned once over the course of 7 years on official social media networks, upon which a great deal of importance was placed. but frankly, there is nothing worse than dealing with the guy who sucks whining for the spotlight as though they are clueless as to why they are getting the shaft. so i simply achieved enlightenment by getting over it and realizing where i was in the hierarchy and how lucky i was to have so much shit done for me. i was (am, unbelievably. it never gets less wild when i sit down and really think about it) making enough through patreon that the $100 became my monthly fun money while i lived in oregon. it was welcome, but not essential.

a lot of real life, awful things happened that suck and couldn’t be avoided: one of the main points of communication and organization became terribly ill, COVID happened and obliterated shipping and manufacturing rates for apparently all eternity, uhhh the fabric of reality began to unravel lol. it’s been a terrible couple of years. i want to underscore this stuff so that people understand i was not wronged greatly in the grand scheme of things.

there are things that started to chip away at me over time, which made me question if i was a good fit at all. genuinely: the only thing i want to do is to try to live happily within my morals doing what i love to do. even and especially if it means living very broke. that’s the exchange i’m consciously choosing to make when i pick up the pen every day. due to the generosity of the people who support me or have supported me at any time (special shout out to adam, who puts up with this shit for some reason), i am able to do that. i contribute a proportional amount to the household now but tried to be (was??) 50/50 or 25/25/25/25 when i had roommates. i don’t want my one unyielding selfish choice to be anyone else’s burden.

i was told by another artist in hiveworks that my confrontational behavior could be a poor reflection on the brand, which became the tipping point in my choice to leave. to be clear, no one in charge told me this, but even conceptually i was not comfortable representing a company that i felt i was a member of out of obligation or inertia. i didn’t belong there and my presence was an active detriment instead of a tolerated nuisance.

anyway:

when the offer to leave was presented, i didn’t feel regret, or anxiety, or upset at all. i felt a placid sense of relief. i COULD leave. that’s TRUE. i had been kicking it around on my private twitter for a few months going back and forth with myself over what was more important to me: being able to take care of myself financially or doing something about my own hypocrisy that kept me up at night. if my incessant argument is that advertising based commercialization is a societal poison, then i need to put my money where my mouth is. and if i’m consistently annoying, i need to leave as a courtesy to everyone else.

i don’t regret my time with hive at all, but the overarching transformation from a collection of cartoonists to a brand is not where i want to take my art. i can’t bring myself to work even within the proximity of seven seas, a deeply abhorrent company. i am completely disinterested in wasting time or energy worrying about “the algorithm” because i don’t make comics for the computer’s sake and recognize that there’s a finite number of people interested in web comics in the world and an even more finite amount of money to spend on luxuries (because none of us have any money lol). i don’t want to repeat the familiar cycle of lamenting the death of art as we know it every 6 months.

people who are choosing to spend their limited funds supporting me are making a deliberate choice to elevate my presence in their life. i want and need to keep this in mind at all times, because it drives my attitudes toward what i want to choose to focus on. i want to keep my art (“art”) free with additional goodies being as reasonably priced as possible in the hopes that in this way we scratch each other’s back. making money drawing comics is a ridiculous privilege granted to me by people willing to sacrifice their time and money to me; i need to be thinking more about all that i have instead of worrying about what i don’t.

#hiveworks #webcomics #webcomic #web comics #a ghost story #ags #Youtube

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fadingmuse · 7 days

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Story Time!

It's been a while so I'm gonna give you guys something a little juicy. I've been holding back on this because this moment means a lot to me and I wanted to keep it to myself, plus, he told me to keep it a secret from my friends and other teachers lol. but now, I figured there's no harm in sharing. It's been close to a decade, and my friends still don't know about it anyway.

I've mentioned before that we used to talk a LOT, to the point that we text each other after school. The conversations were always random, we rarely talked about school, mosty music, family, hobbies, literally everything. Aside from him being my (ex) tc, I was glad that there was an adult other than my parents that I could rely on.

One night we were texting as usual. It was maybe around 9pm, and since my sleep schedule was still normal back then, I told him that I was done for the night and about to get some shut-eye. We bid eachother goodnight and that was that.

A couple of minutes later, I heard a notification from my phone. I picked it up and it was from H. I thought it was urgent since we already ended our conversatiom earlier so I instantly opened it.

It was a LONG text. By the tone of the text, I figured that it wasn't meant for me, but the text was loooooong. Like, REALLY long. So I had no idea how he didn't notice who he was texting when he typed all that. At first I contemplated about reading the whole thing, but being curious, I went through with it.

By the time I finished reading it, I was still confused because I understand none of it. I have no idea what he and the other person was talking about. Not a clue. But then H bombarded me with texts saying things like,

"I'm sorry oh god that wasn't meant for you!"

"Did you read it already? Tell me you didn't."

"..Please don't think less of me, I'm sorry."

By then, I was baffled. I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to think?

I told him that it was fine, that I would delete the text if he wanted me to, and that I don't even undersgand what it all means. So there's nothing to be worry about.

"You don't understand about any of it?"

"No? Am I supposed to?"

And just like that he opened up to me.

Just a disclaimer, at this stage he was in his 20s. He was still young. I realized that now, but back then? I never given it any thought. I knew that he has a life outside of being a teacher, but I've had view him as what I first knew him as. Mr. H. That's why I was shocked when he told about his 'hobby'.

He (used to) street race. Yep. Street race. The text that he 'accidentally' sent me was of him talking to his friend about the strategic (?) of the next race and such. It's okay if you guys don't believe me because if I were you guys, I would have a hard time believing it too cause what kind of wattpad shit is this?

I didn't know what to think. I mean, this was a whole new side of him. Of course, at my age now, I think it's hot (forgive me). But back then I was horrified, mostly worried. He kept apologizing, begging me not to think less of him, saying that he's still him. Looking back now it wasn't even that big of a deal, but I was a goody 2 shoes back then so I understamd where he was coming from. And he was right, I WAS worried.

I assured him that I won't tell anyone and that I don't think less of him. But I still told him that I don't like him doing it and that I hope he doesn't do this often (lol the AUDACITY). The more shocking development is that he straight up promised that he won't do it again. I mean, I have no idea if he held true to that promise but to this day, it still warms my heart knowing that he cared.

The whole week after that conversation he treated as if I was a flight risk. He kept reaching out to me, staring at me, asking if I still wanna be friends. I had to keep reasurring him that everything was fine. Eventually, he calmed down. In fact, he ended up being more open to me than ever. He used to tell me everything, but after that incident, he tells me EVERYTHING. So I guess it turned out to be a happy accident.

I kind of have a feeling that he actually wanted me to know this side of him. The text he sent me was long as hell, I seriously don't know how he didn't notice my name while he was typing. Plus, I had no idea what he was talking about, he could've just moved on and tell me to forget about it. Why did he choose to explain it to me?

I guess I'll never know.

#teacher crush #tcc #teacher crush community #male teacher crush #tc community

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yarrayora · 11 days

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i find it very funny that my friend who isnt in the fandom doesnt know there are female characters other than falin and marcille in dunmeshi, which is fair since it's not like the other girls get as much interaction and screentime the way falin and marcille do so of course the fanbase mostly only care about them

but anyway it's exactly because we don't see much of canaries that i can have a fun time making up dynamics for them

Cithis the envious, with the power to charm others into doing her bidding. She always fail to charm Milsiril, though. Milsiril's distaste for her own kin is a good deterrence against Cithis' power, and it makes Cithis smile in annoyance as she plans to get back at her for it. The easiest way to do it of course, is through her pets— oops, she means children. Using magic on them is a surefire way for the wardens to get involved and prevent her from actually doing anything. So, instead, Cithis puts on a mask and become a cool aunt for this litter.

It's easy to win them over when Milsiril is neurotic and anxious about their wellbeing all the time, making her an overbearing owner the children want to escape from. Cithis bides her time to quietly tease Milsiril about how her pets doesn't like her much since they love clinging to Cithis more and Milsiril snaps. The children who didnt hear the conversation was shocked that their cool aunt got slapped.

Cithis puts on an apologetic smile for the children "I'm sorry, kids. It seems I won't be able to visit anymore." forever searing her in their brains as a victim of their unreasonable mother, even without manipulating their minds with magic.

also fleki would be like "i'll cover my ears so you can pretend i'm a halfling lol" and otta would be like "eat shit i dont want your pussy"

#dungeon meshi #cithis ofri #milsiril #fleki dunmeshi #otta dunmeshi

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diamondcitydarlin · 2 months

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I watched Damsel last night and oh my god, loved it!!! The visuals and writing kinda brought back those Game of Thrones glory days feels and I love the trope of woman who is wearing nice dress gradually disfigures it as she has to survive and become a bad ass, and the bond with the dragon !!! The themes about the destructive nature of patriarchy and classism !!!

I did have a couple of notes, but these are things that I don't know would've gotten a good answer/resolution within a two hour or so movie run time but I think they're interesting nonetheless;

Like okay, am I the only person who kinda felt bad for Prince Henry in a way? I can't have been the only one. I'm not saying he in any way deserves to 'get the girl' in the end or should have saved her or even have had a different ending, but I sympathized for him a little regardless. He did, of course, participate in his family's ritual sacrifice of at least two girls, but the impression is very much given that he has been taught to do little else than what his mother and kingdom bids him to do. He clearly doesn't want to be part of this in any way, and does of course end up pleading Flora's case (not that this absolves him, he was quick enough to dismiss those other sacrifices when suggesting he wanted to marry Elodie anyway lmaoo) and when he does his mother bitingly calls him 'weak'. I just have to wonder how he was groomed growing up to one day do this, how often he must have been told that it was his 'duty' and 'for the good of the kingdom' and thought he was prepared to be STRONG like his forefathers ('strong' here meaning willing to sacrifice innocent women, of course) but when the time came he wasn't as ready as he thought he'd be or, really, at all. In fact, I'm not really arguing his ending here because I think it's significant that he's consumed in the dragon's flame by the end, the result of his male ancestor's entitlement and violence. I think there's something being said here about how the patriarchy consumes and destroys the men within it, too maybe, like Elodie's father's death. Idk I guess I'm just trying to say I felt bad for him despite everything lmao, which begs the question of what he might have done differently to save himself from the inevitable end? Or if he even could?

I'm a little shocked there wasn't more to the healing glow worms lmao. This is probably the only place in the film I feel like there's a weakness or a hole, because I was thinking that she'd use them to restore the dragon's children to life (I mean, they presumably restored the dragon's EYE so like??? maybe it's possible??) and that would break the curse and restore all the women who died to life as well, because I thought their spirits were being contained in the glow worms!!! I really thought all that was going on! I think it should have been tbh, imagine all those women getting a second chance at life and going back with Elodie and dragon lady to her land or whatever! Maybe a little saccharine and convenient but it's what I wanted lol

Anyway those are my sort of outlier weird thoughts, on the whole it's a very good film and reminds me a lot of films from the 80's-early 00's, it's cool to see a kind of return to that style of unironic fantasy adventure. Highly recommend, 11/10 stars

#damsel netflix #spoiler #spoilers

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buckybeardreams · 1 year

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The Auction part 2

Part 1

I actually didn't think I was gonna expand on this, but here we are lol

@starksvinyls @starkly @winterspiderpurrs @spidyirony @mrstarksbaby

Peter told himself it didn't matter, told himself crying over it would be pathetic. He'd been regretting agreeing to fill in for MJ from the start, and he'd been certain he'd either walk away completely humiliated because no one bid on him, or he'd end up on some date with a creepy old guy who wanted more than he was paying for.

MJ had promised it was just a date, that he didn't have to do anything but sit there and look pretty. She'd convinced him with "It's for a good cause!"

He'd been stupid to let her sway him, but then, against all odds, he got bid on, and it turned into a bit of a bidding war, to his astonishment, ending only when Tony Stark lifted his paddle and more than doubled the price of the bid with a flat half a million.

Peter was shocked, to put it mildly, and he'd only had roughly half an hour to pull himself together before he was being ushered out to greet his date.

And by then, shock had turned into what could only be described as fangirl rambling because Peter had never dreamed he'd be able to talk to his idol, the man he'd been looking up to because he was a world class engineer, owner of Stark Industries, the company currently leading the way in sustainable energy—not to mention, the same man Peter had been jacking off to since middle school.

So yeah, he was nervous and excited, and damn near vibrating out of his skin because Tony smiled at him and offered him his hand to shake— of course, Peter had stupidly slipped his hand into his and held it before blushing when he realized that wasn't Mr. Stark's intention.

Tony had just cleared his throat and carefully extracted his hand, and Peter had taken the opportunity to fill the ensuing silence with his excited-nervous rambling.

Then all his hopes and dreams had been shattered, and he'd left feeling so utterly stupid for thinking for even a second that a man like Tony Stark would look twice at him, would want him.

He showed back up at the apartment, looking absolutely miserable, and MJ, nose red from wiping at it, extracted herself from her nest of blankets on the couch to pull him into a hug.

"Oh, Petey, I'm so sorry," MJ said, sounding nazely but truly sympathetic.

This was all her fault for making him go after all.

In her defense, she honestly believed he'd be a hit.

She knew Peter struggled with self-confidence, knew he didn't think he was a catch, but he was so freaking cute, and if he wasn't a fan of cock and she wasn't a fan of pussy, she totally would have dated him.

She had been so confident that he'd be bidded on, reassuring him that it'd be fine, and now she felt awful about it, because the last thing Peter needed was to be publicly rejected by a whole room full of people.

"It's okay," Peter said, even though he couldn't manage a smile. "We knew it was a slim chance."

MJ shook her head, even in her sick state feeling the need to be protective.

"All of those people are idiots if they can't see how perfect you are!" MJ insisted, her face twisted up all stubborn.

Peter sighed.

He knew what she assumed had happened and wasn't going to correct her, because it was even worse to admit the truth.

He felt so fucking stupid, thinking that Tony Stark had looked at him and thought he was someone worth taking out on a date.

He still didn't really understand why he'd bid on him at all. He said he did it to save him, but why would he spend that kind of money just to keep someone else from getting a date with him? It didn't make any sense, but Peter didn't want to dwell on it. Besides, Tony was so rich, maybe it wasn't that big of a deal, maybe it was the billionaire equivalent to tossing change in someone's cup.

"I don't wanna talk about it. Can we just eat ice cream and watch Project Runway reruns? Please?" Peter pleaded.

MJ sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, but I should probably pass on the ice cream. I'm not sure I can stomach it."

"I'll heat you up some more soup."

"Thanks, boo, you're the best."

"Always."

MJ squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't think this would happen."

Peter shook his head, giving her a strained smile.

"It's okay."

It wasn't okay, and they both knew it.

#starker #ironspider

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braisedhoney · 11 months

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Hey there captain! o7

Just wanted to ask if u had any further info for your hollow knight oc (or basically just you as a hollow knight character)? :0

I'm mostly just curious! I kept wondering if they would be a passive character or attack the Knight like the rest of the enemies? Or a bit of both?

I got rather excited to see u have an interest in hollow knight, Your design for your sona is really good and fits in nicely with all the other characters!!

ello there! o7

i've liked hollow knight for a while now actually!! huge fan of the art and game in general, i just never found the occasion to chat about it on here lol. lil guys in masks is kinda my thing, so of course i love em.

thaaaat said, i'm not sure if/how my little bee character would fit into the lore. i think my bee guy would be passive. depending on how much time passed, i can imagine them trying to travel in search of a possible cure for the infection.

if i had to spitball though, i'd say they first set off in a bid to try and cure the members of their hive—not sure if it'd be the same hive or a different one from the one that exists in the game–that were effected by the radiance. since bees don't have the signature glowing orange eyes or anything, the first time one of them went rogue must've been really shocking.

whatever it was, i imagine that they had their own little crew that they strove to protect the whole time. maybe they went as a group, maybe they stayed back at the hive, but either way they probably got captain as a nickname instead of a title.

if it is the same hive as the game, it would be both interesting and tragic if the knight encountered my character out in the wild, kind of like you do with quirrel. a little flavor text here and there would get you the info that they're searching for a way to help their hive and crew. they probably don't know that everyone else is infected, or that the queen is dead. (or if they do, they're deeply in denial about it.)

also they don't take the mask off, and the little lines along the bottom are carved in. ("Why do I wear a mask? Little knight, there are some questions you will not find answers for, whether it be for your own sake or the sake of others. My face is of little consequence, to my mission or yours.")

#ney's chatter (ask answers)#i could have made this more in depth and angsty but #i think part of why i love hollow knight so much is the like. subtle aspects of tragedy in walking along the dead world #it's beautiful and has so much story to tell #but so many people who are no longer able to tell it #the radiance infected them and took away aspects of what they were #but the rain still falls. the benches survive. there are still quiet pools of water and waterfalls.#i love hollow knight man i gotta do more for hollow knight

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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HHP - Ch. 14 - Ethan *Part 3 (18+MDNI)

OMG PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING THIS PART!!!

I cannot stress enough the grotesque nature of this chapter. Yes justice has been served but please understand that I do not condone this type of behavior and the contents of this chapter is merely for the story. It is not at all representing the members of Enhypen or their character. Also, there's alot of references to chapter's 11 and 12 in this as far as character dialogue, so if you see the parts that are between the ........................ note that is a reference to one of the previous chapters. crucial, so if you haven't read them or are new and jumping into the series, please start from the first arc (MGR) because there is a reference in here from that arc as well.

Warnings! Sexual assault with foreign object, blackmailing, murder, assault, framing, restraining, gagging, rough sex, pain kinks....guys, literally every dark and twisted element is in this chapter. so please enjoy, it's a good read, but be warned if you are light hearted (absolutly nothing wrong with that) i just dont want to offend anyone with my creativity, because that's merely all this is. can you tell i'm nervous? lol

In a slurred and painful rotation, he shatters Scott’s nose, but didn’t stop his motions even after breaking the nasal cavity. Grinding and continuously applying immense pressure, he continues to rotate every bit and piece of the man’s feature, which had become completely loose and detached from the nasal bone.

From left to right as he pushes inward deeper, damaging more than just cartilage. Heeseung continues to palm the man’s face. Crushed bone and cartilage loosens, cracks, and peels from their connected state, the feeling of bits of bone, and pieces of cartilage are felt from under Scott’s skin beneath Heeseung’s palm.

In complete shock after experiencing indescribable and longing pain, Scott nearly blacks out as his voice, which blew out from the overwhelming screams of pain, can no longer be heard.

“Hmph.” Heeseung scoffs as he smirks, falling back into the hands of his full Ethan side, who releases Scott’s distorted and stunned face.

Present

Dance for me, like a flower that blooms dead I just wanna dance on, endlessly Like a curse, I can't stop myself Woah, again, chaconne now

Undressed, bare, and exposed for him to feast on, Eden is pressed against Ethan’s broad frame as he wraps his arms lovingly around her. She whimpers softly as her face is buried into his shirt, slightly muffled by the material that covers her face.

‘Oh my girl…does it hurt? I know…but you can take it…I know you can.’

Reaching over as his arm keeps her firm in his embrace, he reaches behind, opening the top drawer, taking out a black leather belt covered with dulled, semi-pointed metal studs. One that he occasionally wore with his leather jacket and all black attire, the man did have various taste and diversity in his fashion sense after all.

Your Eden side sets her sights on the leather strap he brings forth, wrapped around his wrist.

She recognizes it.

Through you, the memory of meeting ‘Ethan’ for the first time as Vicky’s roommate, had emerged, you recall the attire he had on as the image of him donning a full get up of skinny jeans, combat styled boots, a metal band themed t-shirt, hovered by a leather jacket and his cap. All in black.

Around his waist, was the belt he now snaked around his arm.

Softly shuttering at the view of it, with the silver studs sticking out, Eden’s breath hitches. Her chest issues a vibrating sense from the pause, which Ethan noticed.

‘Oh? You recognize this, don’t you? Mmm…my beautiful girl. How much I love you, you have no idea how much you continue to fascinate me. I wanna see more.’

Demanding for his Eden to undress him, she does as he bids as the glistened streams on her face begin to dry, yet her eyes remain moist and red.

‘This sensation…it’s….’

Feeling the painful effects of his affection, Eden renders her screams and tears of pain, yet, there was a yearning for more of it. A shattered burst of flutter and tingle emerged from inside her belly as she felt his roughness. The way he was looking at her…it was a look of fascination, love, lust, and desire. Somehow, she knew that by putting up with the intense, aching process, the result in the end was going to be beyond satisfaction.

With the two embracing one another, completely nude and kissed by the cold and crisp air around them, Ethan, snaking his hands behind her thighs and lifting his Eden, takes her into a seated position as he relaxes his ‘wife’ on his lap.

Once stationary, his hands roam upwards, grabbing on to her waist, with both hands, he snaps the leather belt, cracking a loud snap to shatter any peaceful sense inside the room. Lining the belt around the narrow part of her waist, he reverses the strap for the studs to be in contact against Eden’s skin, where he makes a full wrap and locks it in by feeding the tail through the loop ring, and holding on to the excess length, pulling it taught.

With his slight pull, the metal studs dig into her skin.

Leaning her head back as she moans in pain, Eden mentally thanked God that the belt had semi-pointed tips, though as dull as they were, the sting started to come in as the pyramid shaped metal pieces were digging into her soft skin as he continued to slowly pull.

The sting grew more intense, causing Eden to lift and slam her hands on his bare shoulders as she jolts, causing her weight to break from his lap for only a second. His hold on the belt that was tight around her waist allowed him to pull her back down the very moment he felt her warmth separate from him.

Through painstaking sting and anguish, he controlled her movements. Telling her to lean her head back towards him, he demands a kiss from his queen, slightly pulling the tail end of the belt once more.

Wincing in pain, Eden yelps and does as he bids, giving him the most passionate kiss, one that she could give through her painful whimpering.

Flashback

As Ethan was conducting ‘business’ with Scott, the painful screams of agony can be heard across the minimal hollow space, where Tiff sat across, with Eden before her.

Eyeing a suitcase off to the side, Eden’s curiosity was perked as she makes her way over and opens to reveal the contents.

A variety of erotic devices and toys stuffed into the large case, Eden’s brow raises. Grabbing on to a variety of the shapes, sizes, and lengths of each item, Eden selectively chooses one that had looked the most…painful.

Walking over to Tiff, Eden glares at the ground as she reaches down with her free hand, grabbing the girl by the hair, forcing her to go from her kneeling state to stand, facing Eden.

“Now I have to know…” Eden calmly starts as she admires the length and massive girth of the phallic toy she held in her hand, stroking the shaft as she guesses the measurement of the resin made item.

’15? 16? Hmm…maybe even 17 inches?’

Eden continues with her statement as she mentally assumes the length of the toy.

“I have to know…just how many girls did you recruit and trick to fall in the hands of that man?”

Eden’s glare switches from the toy, which she assumes had been used in the most violating manner against innocent girls, ones that, unlike yourself, couldn’t be saved from such undeserving assault.

She stares at the timid girl, who stood wide eyed and breathing through her nostrils deeply as her own shirt had been removed, twisted, and used to gag her distorted face.

“Was it all for petty cash? I bet it wasn’t for much…probably only enough to fill your gas tank…” Eden continues, tilting her face as she studies the girl’s face.

“Is that what they were all worth to you? You planned, arranged, and paid that man to do terrible acts just because things didn’t go your way?...How childish.” Eden whispers.

Whipping the toy over to her side, Eden swings, hitting Tiff’s face with the tip of it.

“It looks real…doesn’t it? But I bet it feels a lot harder, more…unpleasant. It’s also quite large…” Eden continues as she admires the toy as if it were a sword, crafted by the finest steel.

Turning her head off to the side, Eden observes as she hears Jake walking towards herself and Ethan, along with the offending pair at their mercy. He carried two gym bags, seemingly filled with something that caused a clinking noise as he walked.

As he reaches towards the end of the van, Jake glances over to Tiff, issuing a harsh smirk which ultimately caused her to wonder…to suddenly realize…

………………..

‘Uh..I’m the friend of the owner of this phone. Who is this?’

Answering Heeseung’s phone, Jake speaks, acting out a confused tone as he picked out whatever bottle he laid his hands on, adding it into the cart.

‘Whatever, where is Ethan?’

‘Ethan? He’s out at the moment…’

‘Where is he? I need to speak with him right now.’

………………

Noticing the sudden realization on her face, Jake issues a sly smile.

What with overhearing the story that Vickey explained to Heeseung in the car, he had never found himself so disgusted with a human being in his life.

But also…

Recalling the image of when you were taken, as the van pulled up from behind, it was nearly impossible for him to shake off the sight of the two men, masked, come up and sucker punch his girl. Not only that, but sitting atop of her as they pushed, and shoved her into the pavement, and laughed as they dragged her and tossed her around like a ragdoll, creating those awful scrapes to appear on her doll-like legs. Those legs that he took great pleasure in kissing and brushing his fingertips along the contours of their length, knowing how much she loved it.

Seeing her in distress, and helpless, he ran. He sprinted…but he was too far, all he could do was continue to run as he lost his breath and witness their filthy hands on….her. His delicate and pretty little (Jakes) y/n.

This…was just as personal for him, as it was for Heeseung, Vicky, you, and the countless girls in the past, ones like Vicky’s dear friend from high school.

Placing the bags down by the van, he begins to unzip each one, releasing the contents carefully as he takes each bottle of hard liquor and stages it beside him.

Ethan walks over and begins to help Jake, who doesn’t say a single word. His face remained predominantly emotionless, yet…there was a hint of a smirk of satisfaction on it as Ethan approached and assists with the task.

Taking out all the bottles, the pair uncaps every single one, dowsing the van inside and out, the air was filled with the stench of hard liquor, it was so overwhelming as the boys kept pouring, one bottle right after the other. Who knows just how many bottles there were, the moment a bottle had been emptied, it was either tossed into the hollow van or smashed against the pavement.

Once the deed was done with the emptying of every bottle, Jake walks pass Ethan, issuing a hidden and low hand slap as he continues to make his way over to the opposite direction of where Ethan and Scott were.

Scott, still in painful shock from his face being broken, is lifted by Ethan’s grab of his hair, walks him over to the driver’s seat of the van. Removing the extension cord that bonded him, Ethan tosses it over towards the nearby equipment. With the state that Scott was in there was no way this man was going to run or do anything, he was severely weakened and injured to even think, let alone act out.

Rolling down the window, he shuts the van door. Walking over in the direction that Jake went, the duo returns with Scott’s crew, all blind folded and led by the cords wrapped around their necks, chain linking them into a single line. Releasing their restraints, Jake and Ethan toss each crew member inside the back of the van.

Watching with horror on her face, Tiff stares as she prepares to witness the worse to happen.

Taking out a brand-new pocketknife, Jake handles it with a cloth, passing it over to Ethan, who takes the cloth and grabbing on to the knife, he tosses it through the window of the van, where it lands on the floorboard of where Scott sat.

Walking behind Tiff, Eden stands behind as she wraps her arm around her neck, essentially forcing the girl to remain facing the vehicle. Pulling her skirt up, while dragging her panties down a bit with the toy in her hand, Eden begins to stroke the outrageously large toy in between Tiff’s thighs.

Trembling, never thinking that things could amount to the level of insanity she was witnessing. Not with ‘you’ or…Ethan….

She never saw him like this. He was evil, maniacal, insane, and insidious. His calm, and reserved nature that she knew all throughout high school was nowhere to be found, yet it was there for a moment when he met up with her at the parking lot initially, asking her if she had the ring in her possession.

For a moment, in her own head she finally realized that she had gone too far…regretful…but also too late. Not only did she have her warning, or her chance…she had years where she could have stopped…. could have developed remorse and repented for her part in ruining all those girls’ lives.

‘Too late…’

Beginning with the tip, Eden begins to shove the bulging resin tip of the toy inside Tiff’s cavity.

With no preparation to take in something that was too large, not meant to be taken in the manner that Eden was disposing, Tiff screams in pain as she feels herself becoming entirely stretched out by the foreign object.

Not only was her face going to be ruined…but her….she will forever be ruined.

“I told you…I was going to do what no other man could ever do…” Eden speaks softly as she admires a gaze to the van, continuing with her assault.

Inch by inch, she shoves the object in. Twisting, churning, and pushing it in, until it nearly was all the way in.

Tiff, rendering to the pressure and terrible pain, viscously breathed through her nostrils as she felt the pain of the pressure and lack of oxygen affecting her chest.

Letting go of the object, Eden lets the object remain steady as it rests inside Tiff. With her arms, Eden loosely embraces them around Tiff, petting her hair as she whispers against Tiff’s ear…

“Shhh….just relax….and watch…” Eden issues.

Closing all the doors to the van. Jake extends a hand, palm facing the sky. Ethan, issues a swift high-five once more, as they pass one another.

Heading back to the car to attend to his delicate (Jakes) y/n, Jake disappears in the dark shadows as he makes his way back.

Ethan, crossing his arms on the door of the driver’s seat, peaking his head slightly through the window to face Scott, gives him an ultimatum.

“I’m going to give you a choice…” he calmly speaks.

“You can all sit here and burn. Or…you can take that knife and slit your own throats…consider it my parting gift.”

Reaching over Scott’s lap, Ethan grabs an open pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter that was nearby.

Taking out a slim, he places it inside his mouth as he cups the end while lighting it, blocking the small gust of wind that grazed against his frame. Tossing the lighter back through the window inside the van, Ethan enjoys a puff or two. Not a smoker at all yet, the one thought that remained in his head kept aching his core…to the point that he needed something to take the edge off…the biggest of his fears that was tearing him up inside.

Taking a puff, Ethan explains to the mentally incoherent Scott, with his friends trembling in the back seating of the locked van.

“You know…” Ethan looks on the ground as he places one hand in his front pocket of his jeans, while the other cradles the cigarette between two fingers. His athletic wristbands taking in the scent of cigarette smoke as it elegantly drifts onto the soft material. He tilts his head down to look at the ground, his cap completely hiding his eyes as his nose and mouth had been the only part of his features to remain visible the entire night.

“For me to find y/n the way that I did…that might have been pure luck. I had no idea…no fucking clue how or where…to start. I had no idea where or who took her. I’m still in shock on how the fuck I pulled that off. I don’t know if it was luck, or if I’m just too fucking smart to be fooled…maybe it was both…or maybe…you and that bitch were too dumb to realize just who you were fucking with. You can fuck with the world…but no one fucks with mine. The fact that I could have easily lost her just as I had found her….that just…fucking is tearing me up inside. The fact that it was all by chance….”

Shaking his head in irritation as he takes another huff, he parts his lips just slightly and allows the smoke to emerge slowly without any assistance from his exhale, his gaze peers off to the side, focusing on the pavement.

“As much as I tried to give you and Tiff the benefit of the doubt…though it wasn’t much…I still gave it. But you…you and her…you guys couldn’t just take the fucking warning and be done. You could have just told her to fuck off when she hired you…but then again…”

Recalling Vickey’s story from her experience with Scott in high school, while he was away as a Senior, he snarls his lip.

“I guess it’s within your nature to do this shit.” Ethan sticks the cigarette inside his mouth, takes out his phone and opens the camera feature. Hitting the record button, he takes the cigarette, with one final huff, he exhales out the smoke and tosses it through the open window.

The van torched up as Scott and his crew all ramble in chaos inside. Howling and screaming in pure madness and aganozing pain.

With the scent of murder filling the air, everyone stood and watched. Unsure if they ever took it upon Ethan’s token of mercy to slit their own throats to avoid the slow torturous pain of being burned alive, or if they managed to grab the knife and slit their own throats, either way it didn’t matter. With the flames reaching the engine in no time, as black smoke emerges and waves into the night sky, a loud boom accompanied by the burst of flames flashes out, sealing everyone inside to perish nearly automatically.

Taking the recording, Ethan sends it in a text message…

…………………

Walking into the medical facility, after being painfully reminded of the occurrence from what happened in high school, Vickey couldn’t stop thinking about her dear friend. Reaching out to her fiancé, who’s prominence and status as the heir of his father’s company, allowed him connections that reached and found her friend, whom she lost contact with right after the terrible event.

Entering the ward, upon finding out the girl never healed from her emotional wounds of the disastrous assault against her, Vicky is led by a staff member that guides her to a closed room, where a peaceful and relaxed set up is arranged. The room had a TV, bed, windows that could not be opened, and a small bathroom.

Sitting on the bed, with her head hanging low, was the recognizable face of what used to be filled with life and vibrant youth.

Ridden with insomnia, unable to sleep the painful memories away, Vicky made efforts to express her emotional support after it took Sunghoon no time to find her.

Bringing forth a bouquet of flowers, Vicky sits next to the girl, who gazes up and looks at her visitor. Upon recognizing who it was, the girl bursts into tears, laying her head on Vicky’s lap.

“I’m so glad I was able to find you…” Vicky responds. There wasn’t anything Sunghoon wouldn’t’ do for her, upon hearing the tales of her painful memories, he offered his fullest support, which consisted of his private jet, private investigators, and special arrangements once she arrived at her destination.

Petting the girl’s head, Vicky sympathizes with the girl who had been her assistant cheerleader all throughout middle school, and prior to the incident, their time as Freshmans. A very dear and best friend at one point…until she was taken away and dropped out of school for lack of emotional stability. Who could blame her?

Hearing the notification of a text, Vicky checks the message….

………………

‘Ethan, tell me what I need to do.”

“…You still engaged?”

“Uh…yeah.”

“Did he give you a ring?”

“…Yeah…”

…………………….

‘Okay I’ll do it…but Ethan… can I ask…what are you going to do once you get to them? What are you going to do to Scott?....’

‘………….’

‘I’ll still do it. And by all means, don’t take this as me encouraging you…although judging by your voice…and the fact that this happened to y/n….Ican already tell….’

‘…………..’

‘Whatever you do, Ethan…if you do decide to go and…you know…..could you do me a favor? Please don’t ask me to explain, just tell me either yes or no.….’

……………………..

Seeing the message displayed a video, Vicky smirks as she leans in towards the damaged girl.

“Here…” Vicky gently issues as she lends her phone over to her former friend.

Playing the video, which clearly displayed Scott’s broken face, the girl’s eyes widen as she began to feel the trauma and fear upon recognizing him. Those horrible memories.

“Its okay…I promise…just watch.” Vicky gently reassures her as she cradles her head. Stroking her hair.

Upon watching the video till the end, for the first time since the horrible act the man committed against her, the emotionally damaged girl….

Flared a faint smile.

………………………

Flashback – Vicky’s Story

“….I’m so sor-…I-I”

Unable to speak, Vickey, after just witnessing the disturbing recording, which she couldn’t watch after reading the caption attached to the recording, describing the act that took place against her poor friend.

Watching her dear friend that she had known since childhood, sitting on the floor before her, Vicky broke out of her own trauma, issuing tears as she watched her friend sit motionless, unable to produce her own tears. She was broken, violated, and harmed in the worst manner possible. Unable to take the sight of her friend, who was the sunflower of her childhood, Vickey sobs and begs out of desperation.

“….Please….wh-what can I do? I can’t…I can’t see you like this…..”

The girl, looks up at her pretty little friend, still adorned in her cheerleading outfit, the same one that she has hunged up behind her door…but will never wear again…for she was forced to wear it as the assault took place. The echoes of that man’s voice emerges from her memory…

“Yeah…that’s it. Take it you little cheerleading slut. You like that don’t you?”

The girl, dead inside, watches as her dear friend, sheds tears for her. Begging her to tell her what to do. How to fix this.

With a barely toned whisper, the girl softly tells Vicky…

“….I just want them dead…I wish they all would die. I feel like I can’t live anymore.”

Upon hearing her damaged friend speak with absolutely no life in her tone, Vicky sobbed hard. How could they do this to her? How could they do this to her best friend? Her dear friend…..forever ruined. The worst part…was that she couldn’t do anything to help her….she couldn’t give her what she asked for.

…………………..

Watching the video that Ethan recorded, Vicky took in great delight as she and her once, dear friend, begin to smirk and gently laugh together, cradled in a friendly and familiar embrace.

‘Yes…my dear friend. Smile again. Know that, justice has finally been served…for you.’

Present

With the studs digging into her skin, Eden grabs on to Ethan’s arms, his length and girth thrusting into her repeatedly. Her naked body bouncing relentlessly on his shaft as his fluids mixes in with her own, dripping down as it secretes from her cavity.

“Ahhhh!! E-Ethan!!” she screams as her rear smacks against his thighs.

With one hand maintaining the hold of the belt, pulling it taught with each quake he feels in his gut from the overwhelming sense of pleasure, his other hand reaches around, grabbing and cradling his hold on one of Eden’s rear cheeks, furthering enhancing the bouncing motion as he slightly lifts and pushes down.

Thrusting, riding, grinding, with his skin popping against her rear each time she is brought down with such immense force, Ethan’s length twitches and pulsates inside her as he grows near his release. Eden following close behind.

“Fuck…you’re going to make me cum baby…” Ethan exclaims through gritted teeth as he smirks upon admiring the sight of his shaft re-entering inside Eden’s cavity.

With a final thrust, as deep as he could possibly go, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to melt into him as he releases inside her clenching walls. The feeling of her gushing fluids, swirling around his shaft and rushing out as she experiences her orgasm furthers his flickering motions, causing Eden to feel the tapping against her fleshy walls.

Grinding into her as he remains fully inside, his hands grab onto her rear, guiding her to a waving lap dance. Slow and steady, to his rhythm, Eden rides him as her gut trembles from the stimulation of sensational pleasure. Guiding her with the hold of her rear, his shaft slightly pulling, entering, thrusting, and re-entering, he hums out the tune that she rides to…

“Dance for me, like a flower that blooms dead I just wanna dance on, endlessly Like a curse, I can't stop myself Woah, again, chaconne now Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Again chaconne now Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Chaconne now”

Flashback

As Eden remains behind Tiff, she reaches around and cradles the girl’s chin, forcing her to watch the torching of the van, with Scott and his terrible crew inside.

“I’m going to give you a choice…hopefully you make the right one this time…” Eden issues.

“You’re either going to turn yourself in, confess to your offenses against all those girls from the past, while also taking the hit for this. Or…..” Eden leans in towards Tiff’s ear.

“You can join your friends right now as I toss you inside while it still burns…” Eden whispers.

Tiff’s eyes widened. She’s seen enough to know better than to say anything smart or assume their bluff. This girl…this Eden…she was not y/n….she was different. The same one that assaulted her inside the campus building.

After so many years, so many lives ruined, and so much pain and torment caused by her hand, Tiff finally learned her lesson. Her life was over…it was done. Her face, her body, and her soul…everything was gone. Whether she would agree to it or not…it was all her fault. Justice had long been overdue.

Tiff nods her head to reflect her compliance with taking in the responsibilities of her crimes.

Eden smiles.

“Hm. Smart. But also know this Tifffff…even if you don’t rot in jail, just know that…if you ever are free again…it will be wise for you to stay away from me…and my Ethan. Just know, that beyond the bars that will contain you, you are not safe…”

Unbeknownst to Eden, the eyes of her beloved Ethan stares intently at her as she issues her warning to Tiff. His eyes…wide, piercing, and stabbing through her unaware state as he becomes overwhelmed with an intense sensation.

Fascinated…intrigued…and falling hard in love all over again, Ethan’s chest paused in it’s inflection as his breathing stopped for a second. His mouth parts slightly as he takes in the sight of her….God she was incredible. So beautiful. So sexy. So poisonous. So much like him.

He wanted her…now.

With the fact that, not only did the love of his life witness and supported his vicious act of the night….but she even partook in it. She stood by him. She understood and communicated love, the same way he did.

Not knowing how she does it…but he was falling for her all over again.

As he stared he hears the last bit of Eden’s words to Tiff, he replays her voice.

‘…you are not safe.’

………

‘And unbeknownst to you my dear Eden…neither are you….’

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