#What is a tone video you might ask? Hell if I know. I guess it is a video to show off the tone they want to explore with concept art...

[theunstablejester]

Transistor's tone exploration video.

#So this is why this song is called Old Friends... #What is a tone video you might ask? Hell if I know. I guess it is a video to show off the tone they want to explore with concept art... #Transistor #Supergiant games #Red Transistor #Auden #Mr Nobody #The Boxer #The Camerata #Hades #Pyre #Bastion

[shyyubin]

Our Little Secret˗ˏˋ꒰ ♣️꒱

<CEO!jaehyun x assistant!fem!yn>

synopsis: yn finally gets a job but her ceo just so happens to be the same guy who made the porn video she was masturbating to a couple days ago!

part 01

A/N: a lot more of you than I expected wanted a part two so I delivered. Excuse the long wait but…I guess it’s sort of a Christmas gift! Merry Christmas 🎄!

office romance // CEO x assistant // sort of slow-burn // smut // degrading // consent asking // secret dating // public sex // in the bathroom // drunk sex // sneaky

Eyes fluttering open, yn’s met with the sleeping face of her CEO. In the blink of an eye, she’s reminded of everything that happened last night.

I must’ve been stupid! Was I drugged?? Just how the hell did I do that???

Without a second of hesitation, she quickly turns around to leave her bed but her wrist is quickly stopped. “Will you really leave me like that?” he asks with a low and husky voice. He groans a couple times, stretching his body.

“I will. Let’s not mention this anymore.” yn twists her wrist to break free but it’s useless. His grip is too firm. “Let me go!”

“You agreed to this, remember? You wanted this..” his voice was sly, she caught onto his manipulation in a second.

“Jaehyun-ssi. I’m your assistant. Let��s keep our relationship professional. I don’t know what went through me yesterday.” with more wiggling, she set her hand free and got up, pulling the blanket around her body—leaving his hot skin feel the cold air of their room. Jaehyun scoffs, getting up to clothe himself.

As yn was sunken in her daydreams, her phone beeps loudly. “Come in my office” from none other than Jaehyun. She sighs, wanting nothing more than to avoid him. So much for getting a good job.

She knocks diligently on his door before sliding through. Yn bows lightly, giving him a professional smile. “How may I help you?”

Jaehyun squints his eyes in disgust at her sudden proffesionalism. “What’s with you…Anyways, settle a team dinner this evening. You may choose the location, just don’t choose anything cheap.”

“Understood. I’ll do that…Do you have any preferences? …Something specific you’d like to eat?” her eyes grow curious as she pulls out a small notebook to write it down.

“You.” he replies boldly, staring right in her now flustered eyes. His smirk grows as he carefully licks his lips.

“Uhm..Well…I’ll just choose on my own then..” she blabbers, excusing herself out of his office.

“Wait.”

Her head turns around, a bit worried at what else he might say. “What is it?”

“What we did last night…it wasn’t something wrong. Don’t be ashamed of it.” his tone was reassuring but he wasn’t making eye contact with her.

She bows, avoiding his words and exiting his room.

Yn’s eyes flutter closed when her alarm suddenly jolts her awake. It was her 7pm alarm for their team dinner. She wipes her eyes and tries to straighten her suit back on her. Without hesitating, she walks up to Jaehyun’s office, gently knocking on it. “Jaehyun-ssi..?” Opening the door she finds him working diligently on some paperwork. Looking up above his glasses frames, his eyebrows raise lightly, asking her to continue. “Uhm…It’s 7pm. We should head to the dinner table.” Jaehyun nods, setting his pen down and taking his glasses off, letting his hair flow past his dark eyes. “Alright then. Let’s get going. I’ll drive us there.”

Getting in his car, yn carefully takes out her makeup pouch, opening the car mirror and starting to retouch her look and even adding a couple special details. Like a touch of glitter on her eyelids, a brighter highlighter in the corner of her eyes, a darker blush and a nice dark red lipstick, enhancing her feminine appearance. Although the car was moving all throughout her get-ready-with-me scene, her makeup was flawless and it looked as if she did this before.

As she places everything back, Jaehyun’s look turned to her during a stop. “Did you really have to get this dolled up just for a team dinner? When did you even change outfits..” he asks, almost scoffing. Yn would like to think it’s jealousy, but her mind refused to do that.

“I like dolling myself up everywhere. And I quickly ran home to grab this outfit. It’s pretty, right?” she gives him a smile before putting her pouch away, smacking her lips and analysing her work in the car mirror. Jaehyun was so mesmerised by her…dressed in all white. Her tight short tweed skirt matching with her cropped tweed coat which revealed her collarbone and waist. As Jaehyun admired her curves and beauty the cars started honking angrily behind him. He clears his throat, “We’re almost there so you better finish up.”

And as the car slows down, he steps out, hurrying to yn’s door to open it. This made her stop a little. Why is he doing this? Shouldn’t I be the one assisting him? But still, she bowed lightly, avoiding eye contact and rushed inside the bar.

“Just where did you take us?” Jaehyun asks, stepping in close behind yn, looking all over the place for a table with their teammates.

“There!” Yn points to a table far in a corner of the well decorated and expensive-looking restaurant and then waves happily. Jaehyun eyes her from top to bottom, letting out a faint smile at her childish behaviour.

“Yaaah!! You two are finally here!!….sir!” Jisung, one of her coworkers, exclaims while waving.

“Hello, hello. Did you guys order food yet?” she asks, taking off her coat

“Of course!” Jungwoo replies excitedly. Yn giggles at his behaviour.

Watching everyone get along sort of made Jaehyun feel left out. It reminded him how little he actually knew about his employees. He sits down and tries to awkwardly ease himself into the vibe of the dinner. Jaehyun didn’t want to make it overly difficult as he’s their boss but it did feel like the atmosphere was getting heavy.

As he sat down, the whole table got silent and bowed lightly. “Good evening, sir.” Jungwoo said to break the silence. He pats his palm on the chair next to him for yn to sit on. Before she could react, Jaehyun pulls her arm and forces her down on the seat next to him. It startles her but she tries to stay calm and laugh it off.

“How about we start with some soju?” yn suggests, picking up a bottle of soju and opening it. She pours a shot to everyone sitting at the table before sitting back down and holding her cup up. “Cheers! And thank you to our boss for taking us out for dinner tonight~!” she says cheerfully making everyone happily saying “cheers!” while clinking their glasses together.

“Thank you, boss!” they each say, making Jaehyun awfully flattered. “My pleasure, my pleasure…” he’d say before quickly downing the shot to ease the awkwardness.

Shot after shot, Jaehyun was getting tipsier and tipsier. Sure he handled his alcohol but 4 bottles was definitely overfilling. Everyone was getting worried but secretly they enjoyed it since they could unwind and quit being so strict because of Jaehyun’s presence.

“Jeong-ssi..wake up…we should go home.” yn asks, shaking him lightly but he was fast asleep. “Jeong-ssi?” she tries to shake him harder, making him groan and reposition himself, accidentally knocking down a glass of red wine on yn’s expensive white outfit. The gasps and the clinking of the wine glass wakes Jaehyun up. He begins to quietly apologise and to sleepily look everywhere for paper towels to wipe her dry.

“..’m so sorry…Sorry, sorry…I apologise, beautiful…” his murmuring was hard to decode but for some forbidden reason, yn understood it very well.

“I’ll go to the bathroom. The tissues are probably all there.” she says, getting up and trying to still smile despite being utterly furious. Her outfit was so expensive, and she bought it the night prior. Wine is so difficult to remove, as well. It really couldn’t get any worse than this.

Yn storms off to the bathroom leaving Jaehyun dazed in his chair. “..wait…yn…let me come help you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he murmurs again, struggling to get up and then once he’s got himself on both feet he attempts to walk towards yn, grabbing her hand tightly once he reached her.

Her head turns around worried but then calms down when her eyes are met with a sleepy Jaehyun who’s struggling to keep himself stable on both feet. “Let me help you.” he struggles to say, finally making eye contact with her.

“Jeong-ssi, you can’t help me…I’m entering the girl’s bathroom.” she tries to explain but is cut off by Jaehyun suddenly having the strength to pull her in the bathroom and pinning her to one of the sinks.

“It’s okay…my eyes are only on you, anyways…” he murmurs, sliding his hands under her ass and pulling her up to sit on the edge of the sink. He turns on the water silently and begins to struggle to remove the wine stain.

“It’s useless…Forget it. I’ll just throw it..” yn says with disappointment escaping her lips. She pouts, looking away.

“Oh…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry….How..how can I make it up to you..?” he asks, his eyes switching between staring at her eyes and her lips.

“Uhm…I’ll just appreciate it if you could—“ her words were abruptly interrupted by his lips smashing against hers. His violent yet passion love escaping his every breath. Yn didn’t hold herself back either, there was passion hidden behind the both of them and it was finally unveiled now.

Taking her coat off, Jaehyun overhears some girls coming into the bathroom. He quickly and skillfully—despite being 4 bottles drunk—carries her to one of the stalls, slamming the door behind him. Throughout his impressive move, he never let go of her lips. Savouring her every inch.

“…Yn-ssi…” he whispers, trying to not be overheard by the girls outside of their stall.

Yn’s dazed gaze looks up at him. “..yeah..?”

“I..I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from doing this to you…” he continues, his voice getting louder. The girls seemed to notice since their voices get lost and they make sure to close the door behind them. “I’m really sorry…It’s all a blur right now but..I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” he finishes, his husky tone reminding yn of those god-forsaken videos he published.

She gulps, avoiding eye contact with him. “You’ll…you’ll be alright, yeah..?” he asks, slowly tipping her coat over her shoulders, revealing them to the cold air. “If I…If I kiss you like this…over here” he murmurs as he leans into the edge of her neck and collarbone, pressing long and hot kisses, trailing his tongue up to the back of her ear. “…you’ll let me kiss you like this, right?” he continues to ask even though he clearly knows yn is in no position to answer any questions right now. She’s hardly able to keep her legs stable.

“Yn…” Jaehyuns sloppy hands wander to her chest, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it apart, revealing her white and laced bra, cupping her breasts snug. “How do you like your breasts touched..?” he continues, sliding his hand to yn’s back and unclipping her bra efficiently, letting it fall down as her boobs bounce out. “Do you like them fondled?” he adds as he replicates with his hands what his words produce. “Or…maybe you like them licked?”

His words were menacing. They were driving yn absolutely crazy. Her core was never as hungry as it was right now. It’d swallow just about anything. Her thighs instinctively rub against eachother, creating friction where she needed it the most. “J-Jeong-ssi…” she manages to utter.

“Yes..Tell me, baby…How do you like it? I really want to feel good with you.” His gaze was fixated on yn’s dazed one.

“Please…s-stop the teasing…I..I want you.”

Jaehyun nods, a clear smirk forming on his face. “I’ll give you exactly what you need but…our little secret shouldn’t be disclosed, you know. You should keep quiet..” he adds, untying his tie and wrapping it around yn’s mouth, making her bite on it. “Good girl. Now let go for me..”

His hands slide to her hot and wet core, making her squeal just from barely brushing his fingers against her laced panties. His excitement takes him over and he shoves two fingers up her tight cunt. Yn bites hard on the tie, letting out muffled moans as her legs part for him to have space. “Fuck…How the fuck are you this sexy..?” he exhales, thrusting his fingers hard right where she needed it the most.

“Cum, cum for me..come on…I can feel you tightening your slutty muscles around me. Let it go…”

And as if on command, yn unleashes the knot in her stomach and cums on his fingers, leaving them nice and glossed as well as your pussy ready to take him in. After a couple praises and kisses on your forehead, he quickly takes his already hardened length and shoves it inside. “Ahh..so nice and cozy here…I prepped you so well. So nice for me. I love you.” he groans as his pace speeds up, letting the wet squelching and skin slapping fill the bathroom. The both of them desperately hoping that no one else could hear them.

Yn’s nails dig into his strong arms which hold into her waist tightly. As if making her his, Jaehyun’s gaze refuses to leave her lustful face. It looked to perfect. Perfectly ruined by him. It’s as if an artist were looking at his artwork. Teary eyes, unable to stay open, a wet tie which was stuck between her teeth, grabbing on it tight to keep any moan safe in her throat. She gulps as she feels the knot in her stomach tighten once more. Yn looks up at him pleadingly.

“I’ll make you cum again, love. Don’t worry. You can let go as many times as you want with me.” and as if these words were magic once again, her cunt tightens around his pulsating length as she releases everything on him, her legs giving out. Jaehyun successfully catches her before falling. “Stay with me. I’m not done yet.” so he continues to thrust into her sensitive cunt.

Despite biting hard onto the tie, her moans failed to be contained. That’s when Jaehyun heard the door being opened again. He smacks his hand on her mouth continuing to slowly and carefully thrust into her. As if the situation weren’t already exciting—having sex with her boss in a public bathroom—everything just got 10x more exciting for yn.

Jaehyun leans down to her ear, “Can you imagine how slutty you must sound right now?” he carefully whispers, trying his hardest to finish his sentence from all the whimpering.

His words turned yn on a lot. As if her cunt weren’t already wet enough, it felt as if it just came again. Jaehyun chuckles. “You came again? From my words only?” he laughs, mercilessly pounding in her once he hears the bathroom door close again.

And with a couple more slams, Jaehyun pulls out, carefully releasing his load on her stomach. His moans melted yn’s ears. They were the song she could only hear for herself—a very special song.

As the two are left panting, the alcohol suddenly leaves the both of them, making them stare in shock at what they just did. “D-do you think anyone found out..?” yn asks, with a hint of excitement.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you of anything.” he reassures, although his gaze wasn’t fixated with yn’s.

After carefully cleaning yn’s stomach up, along with her coat, they decide they should go back to their table.

“What took you two so long?” Jungwoo cluelessly asks. After a closer inspection, he notices yn’s messed up hair and lipstick. “Hey…did you two…”

“—I think it’s getting awfully late! What do you think, Jeong-ssi? Shouldn’t we go home?” yn tries to avoid the obvious question, unconsciously fixing her hair and wiping her lipstick.

“Yn-ah! I’ll call you an uber! You shouldn’t drive after drinking..” Jungwoo says, calling an uber from his phone.

“Ah—it’s really fine I’ll…!!”

“I already called it…ask him to take our boss home too, yeah?” he adds with a cheerful smile followed by a wink which made yn laugh nervously.

“You heard him..let’s wait for our uber…” she adds, linking arms with a still tipsy Jaehyun.

#fanfic #kpop #nct #nct dream #nct u #x reader #x yn #x you #fact check #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jungwoo #jaehyun smut #nct jaehyun smut #nct 127 smut #nct x reader #nct smut #x you smut #kpop smut #minors dni

[infoglitch]

Willingness.

(ha...ha... I'm going to hell aren't I? Ok yeah it's Blackguard sheerly out of the love of the idea. So fuck y'all)

Weiss felt low, despite how great of a day it was it just didn't feel right. Her day has gone as such, ports class was a pop quiz about the Grimm types, which she aced. Ooblecks class was surprisingly nice. Combat class was a highlight of the day but throughout all of the good in the day she just felt low.. and she's felt like this before. It was like a pit had enveloped her and she felt so empty and she couldn't tell why. So now shes in her dorms bathroom as she curled up into a small ball as her team thought she was bathing.

Weiss:... I.... Maybe.... Oh today was really.... Ugh.

She groaned to herself before hearing a soft chuckle, a familiar one.

Something only She could make. Weiss got up as she looked at the mirror and noticed a black hair. Her eyes went wide as she gulped softly before she saw her reflection morph into a black and red version of hers as her blue eyes were now a vibrant magenta.

???: i think it's time to have fun again.

The reflections voice was identical to weisses own, but the tone of it was almost a inverse to Weiss.

???: it's time to be a blight

Our vision changes to team Rwby's dorm as Ruby and yang were playing video games as Blake just read one of her libraries worth of books, before the bathroom door shot open as Weiss came out with her attire change that she wore a black leather jacket, a red shirt with the words "eat shit" plastered on it as she wore shorts and had riding boots as her eyes were now that same vibrant magenta.

Weiss(?): hello bitches, I'm out and I feel so good!

Yang, ruby, and Blake stopped what they were doing as yang looked at Weiss before a massive grin plastered her face.

Yang: oh I'm gonna love this!

Ruby tilted her head as she looked at Weiss.

Ruby: hey Weiss? What's up with the new look?

Weiss(?): ah don't worry ruby it's just something I'm trying. Now I have things to do. I'll be off for a while.

Weiss began walking away as her hips swayed slightly with each step as Blake furrowed her brow.

Blake: she's gonna be a problem isn't she?

Yang: definitely, and it's gonna be fun!

Our vision changes to jaune sitting on his bed as he was rambling to Ren.

Jaune: a-and I don't even know what to tell her! It's been months since I talked to my mom and I'm worried she's gonna freak out at me because I left without saying goodbye and-

Suddenly a knocking on the door is heard as Ren and jaune looked at eachother.

Jaune: it's probably the girls back from their lecture with professor goodwitch.

Jaune got up with him opening the door only to be met with.. a pair of arms around his neck as he saw Weiss but she looked different, her attire was entirely different from the usual clothes she wore.

Jaune: WEISS?!

Weiss(?): well hello there arc, your just the man I'm looking for~

Jaune blushes softly as the look in weiss'.. magenta? Eyes were that of want, jaune gulped softly, he knew this meant danger.

Jaune: w-what you need Weiss?

Weiss(?): it seems I'm needing to restock on dust and the walk is SO boring alone so I have a proposal for you.. we go to the dust store, and go on a little date together. What do you say Jaune?~

Date... That word rang through jaunes head as he always thought only he would mutter those words but now here he was, he didn't know what had gotten into Weiss but.. it wouldn't hurt to take this chance.

Jaune: s-sure! But um.. what made you want to ask me?

Weiss(?):hmm? Why? Because if I don't-

Weiss pulled him closer as she whispered into his ear a few simple words.

Weiss(?): some vulture might sweep you up, and we don't want that do we?~

Jaune could feel his face burn red as whoever this was.. was not Weiss.

Jaune: umm I-i guess not.. are you ok wei-

Bleiss: bleiss

Jaune: huh?

Bleiss: right now Weiss schnee is taking the back seat. So right now, I'm here to play~

Jaune couldn't tell if she was serious or fuckin with him, but either way.. he didn't hate it..

Jaune: ok then.. it's a date... Bleiss.

Bleiss: I'll meet you at 5.

Fin (for now probably.)

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss schnee #bleiss schnee x jaune arc #jaune x bleiss #rwby blackguard #blackguard

[mushroom-witch-writes]

Empty Sounds of Hate

Chaper 1

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol/ smoking

Note: So this is my first story after a while, a bit shit , but that's okay cuz the next chapters will be angstier promse. Slightly proofread. Feel free to point out any warnings or typos I might have missed. love you all <3

Word count: 1.708

Just another day walking to school. You had just missed the buss of course ,but it gave you time to think so it wasn’t that bad. Music blasted in your ears and the cold morning breeze was hitting your face as a white, beat up van stopped  beside you. Not just any white beat up van, Munson’s van. “Morning poser, exercising to fit that sex bomb bad bitch persona are we?” the brown haired boy asked with a mocking tone “how bout you fuck off Munson? It’s 8 in the morning and I’m not in the mood for this” he laughed and licked his lips “oh you know how I love it when you get feisty y/n” you gave him the finger before he drove off and mouthed “prick”.

You and Munson had history , well , in your head at least. You used to go crazy over him when you first arrived to Hawkins. You tried on different styles to find what fits you best and hanging out with Harrington and his clique of assholes was the thing that made Eddie hate you. After Steve graduated you figured you should stick to your own personal style which for the most part matched Eddie’s ,but of course then he assumed that you’re just posing as something you’re not, like you had in the past.

School was hell. Not because something out of the blue happened, but because it was so boring. You were packing up your stuff next to Robin when she spoke “ So Steve said there’s a party at Claire’s tonight” she said with a smirk “ we could check it out, I mean spring break starts tomorrow “ you looked at her with a straight face “ a little fun can’t hurt I guess” you replied and she jumped up. Munson walked down the hall and Robin’s face instantly lit up , you mouthed a no to her but to no avail “ hey creep you should check Claire’s party tonight with us, good for business” she whispered the last part. “only if my favourite person tags along” he said with some theatrics here and there “now that I think about it I have a thing to do” you said smirking at him “ great so we’re all going” Robin said.

Evening came and you were all dressed up , wearing a short zip up leather skirt , leopard top , fishnet tights , hair all poofed up and messy , looking like a rock star’s wet dream. Your mom dropped you off at the family video to wait for your friends and then head to the party together. “…yeah I get it okay? I just think that the Lost Boys is the best vampire film till now” you argued with Steve “yea cause you have no taste y/n” That was when you heard a van pull up blasting Iron  Maiden “uh guys , why is HE here?” you asked half panicked. It’s not like you didn’t know that he was coming , just the fact that he would see you right now , in that lighting made you self conscious. Okay maybe you weren’t over the whole crush on Eddie Munson.

“ Does my hair look like a rat’s nest?” you asked Steve and he smiled mischievously “why do you care?” he replied as Munson walked in. When his eyes landed on you his entire brain shut off. “ Oh Munson don’t start” you said right of the bat before he could say anything. His palms were sweating and he couldn’t ,for the life of him, find the right thing to say. “No I was thinking… I’m really high right now…the lights in here probably freaked me out” he said finishing with an awkward laugh. You just stayed there just gawking at each other while Steve and Robin just stared in accomplishment. “ooookay we shall go” Robin finally said. They closed up and you all walked out the family video.

“ There’s this problem, Steve’s car is full of boxes and it only fits two, hope you have no problem riding there with Eddie?” Steve looked confused ,as always “No it’s no-“  Robin elbowed him “oh right, the boxes , yea, filled, sorry” he said. “ I hate you guys” you said and walked to Munson’s van . “ Ah princess, why is your carriage leaving without you?” he said while rolling a cig “ because this is my carriage tonight” you said showing him his van. He looked at you wide eyed and laughed while mouthing something along the lines of ‘these assholes’ “ okay , do you mind me smoking ? Actually don’t reply, I don’t really care. Hop in” this was going to be fun.

“ Seriously Munson, you enjoy smoking that?” you asked while you were rolling your own “ you’re not here to lecture me for smoking sweetheart you’re here t- oh ,ohhh look at that” he said when he heard the clicking noise of your lighter. He kept driving and you both laughed a little. The ride was quiet, you would both steal looks from each other. “hey Eddie, quick question” “I don’t think I’ll be replying ,but shoot” he said in monotone “ why do you hate me so much? I mean, have I done something to you?” ‘ yes you have been haunting my whole entire existence ever since you came and I can’t allow a person to come too close’ he thought but spat out “ I just don’t like you. No reason behind it other than the fact that you’re pretentious.”

You regretted ever asking. The car fell quiet again. He parked and you got out as quick as you could and slammed his door. He looked at you and cursed himself for being the asshole he is. You were hurt at his words ,but this wasn’t the time for this, tonight you were going to have fun. You walked in to find Robin.

Once you found her you took her hand and ran to the kitchen to get boose. “ so how was your ride” she asked smiling while you poured the drink in your cup. “ I still hate you” you replied smiling to hide the fact that his words popped in your mind again. “let’s go dance I don’t want to think about that asshole right now” you said after taking a big ship. She led you to the living room and you booth started dancing at the sound of ABBA. Yea you were into metal and rock , but no one can deny ABBA.

An hour passed and you were both drunk out of your minds. Steve was dancing with you after getting rejected by half the girls in the party. “ hey I’ll go get a refill, be right back” you probably shouldn’t drink more ,but tonight you wanted to feel numb. As you got to the counter where the drinks were , you were greeted by non other than Jack Miles. He was a douchebag sure , but he was also the school’s heartthrob right now. “ hey y/n , didn’t know these parties were your ‘scene’” he said with a soft smile. From the corner of your eye you noticed Eddie looking, you don’t know why but you were hoping he would get jealous.

“ it’s not my scene, I’m spicing it up” you replied smiling and looking for a filled bottle “looking for this?” he asked bottle in hand “ yea thanks” you said holding out your cup as he refilled it “ so y/n , we should hang out sometime” “ aren’t we hanging out now?” you asked with a smile leaning towards him “ sometime when we’re not both drunk out of our minds so I can do what I’ve been meaning to for so long” you batted your eyelashes at him “ and what would that be?” you asked trying to look as flirty as you could “well I really wanted to kiss you ,you know…” he said coming closer when all of the sudden you felt an arm around your shoulder. “ hey babe, missed you back there, oh hi Jack?” Eddie said “ yea yea Jack..ugh I gotta go I think the boys are ready to leave, see you around y/n” he said leaving.

You chugged your drink while Eddie laughed , threw his arm off your shoulder and ran out the house. He ran after you “ Did you see that guys face? Hahaaaa oh come on y/n that was funny as fuck” you turned to him “ what the fuck is wrong with you Munson?” he smiled down at you “oh did I fuck up your night love ?” you walked closer “fuck you Munson , I was having fun with that guy” you said angrier than ever.

 Steve and Robs walked out the house and saw you two arguing “hey what’s wrong” Steve asked carrying Robin “ Eddie the virgin Munson decided to spoil my fucking night because he can’t stand to see me having fun with someone” it was true , but not because he didn’t want you to have fun with someone ,but because he would kill to be that someone. “ you’re making it sound like I would ever give a damn about you. I fucked up your night and I couldn’t be happier” your eyes started welling up as you stepped even closer pulling his chin close to you “ don’t ever come near me again, I’m done with your bullshit, I’m done with you being a fucking piece of shit and I’m done with trying to put up with your shit. I fucking despise you Eddie Munson” you spat out with a trembling voice.

 He just looked at you , he didn’t move nor did he say anything. Just looked at the only girl he had eyes for walk away crying, because that’s what Eddie did. He fucked everything up and then did nothing about it. “ you are a jerk man” Steve said walking Robin to his car “ don’t go after her, not that you would. I’ll take her home. You should go home too” he told Eddie before he left.

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[noforkingclue]

Love to Hate and Hate to Love, Chapter 2 (River Cartwright x OC)

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

Olivia checked her watch and grimaced when she saw the time. River was late but to be honest, she thought he might be. After all, their first meeting hadn’t exactly been smooth. Still, Olivia took another sip of her coffee, she had thought that Cartwright would want to make a good impression especially as the Slow Horses would be working with The Park. She jumped slightly when she heard her work phone ring. She looked at the unknown number as her phone continued to ring debating whether or not to pick it up.

“Hello?” she asked when she finally picked it up, curiosity getting the better of her.

“What took you so long to answer.”

She sighed when she heard it was Cartwright. Not totally unexpected but still.

“Unknown number,” Olivia said, “you could’ve been a cold caller.”

“On a work phone? How fucking likely is that?”

“You never know. How did you get this number anyway? Ooh wait let me guess,” she rolled her eyes, “Roddy fucking Ho?”

“Don’t let him know you know who he is. His head is too fucking big already.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. From what I hear about him I have zero desire to ever meet him. Anyway, where are you?” she asked, “Not that I don’t enjoy being away from The Park but I’d rather not spend any more time talking to you then is necessary.”

“Because I’m a Slow Horse.”

“No, because I hate you.”

Olivia heard River sigh down the other end of the phone.

“So, where are you?” Snapped river

Olivia took a deep breath and counted to five before letting it out slowly. She was trying not to let Cartwright piss her off too much but his tone wasn’t helping. Of course Fitz had to send her to deal with him. She knew she should’ve checked the milk this morning to see if it was off when she was making the tea.

“Cafe near Farringdon station,” she said, “inside booth in the corner. We shouldn’t be bothered too much.”

“And how will I know it’s you?”

“Fucking hell Cartwright, you forgot what I look like already?”

“Well you are pretty forgettable. What are you wearing?”

“I don’t think we’re close enough for this kind of conversation.”

“Moher…”

“Fine. Jeans, converse and a blue tee and a white shirt. Or is it a white tee and a blue shirt? I think I might be a bit colour blind. Tell you what, when you finally fucking get here you can tell me.”

Olivia hung up the phone before Cartwright could argue back. She saved his number down as ‘Cuntwright’ and settled back in the booth, pleased to get one over on him. She took a bite out of her almond croissant as she waited for him to come in. It didn’t take very long, the sound of the cafe door slamming open told her that he had arrived. He stormed over to her and glared down at her.

“Very fucking funny,” he said as he sat down opposite her, “you’re not wearing blue or white.”

“My jeans are blue.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah,” Olivia shrugged, “still good to know that you’re not colour blind but bad to know that maybe you’re just deaf.”

“I-” River cut himself off, “whatever. Let’s just get this over with. We -what are you eating?”

“Almond croissant. Why, you’re not allergic to nuts are you?”

“No.”

“Shame. If you were, it would've meant you staying away from me or maybe going into anaphylactic shock.”

River’s jaw clenched and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You don’t particularly like me.” he said

“You don’t say.”

“And I don’t particularly like you.”

“I don’t really care.”

“I just want to know,” he clenched and unclenched his fist, “why?”

“Why what?”

“What did I do?”

“You crashed Stansted.”

“That was a training exercise.”

Olivia just raised her eyebrows.

“‘Course it was,” she muttered, “I saw the video, remember?”

“So are you going to tell me why you’ve taken against me?”

“If you’re as clever as you say you are, you should’ve worked it out from last time.”

“Well I’m sorry. Not all of us have maths degrees from Oxford.”

“Ho again?”

“He looked up your records.”

“He did that for you? From what I heard about the infamous Roderick Ho, that doesn’t seem like something he’d do willingly.”

“Maybe we’re just curious about who we’re working with.”

“Shame it doesn’t go both ways.”

Olivia took another sip of her coffee, never breaking eye contact with Cartwright. He just sighed and folded his arms.

“And from what I know about Jackson Lamb,” Olivia said at last, “he doesn’t seem like that type of person who would…”

She trailed off as she tried to find the right words.

“Delegate,” she said eventually, “Such things willingly.”

“Yeah well,” River looked out of the window, “he said that he saw how well we were getting on last time and thought I would like this.”

“So it looks like we’re both being punished.”

“What did you do?”

“None of your fucking business,” Olivia said, her cheeks red, “let’s just get this over with.”

“Fine. Just let me grab a coffee first.”

“And you can get me one.”

“You can get yourself another one.”

“You were late. The least you can do is get me a coffee.”

“This isn’t a date.”

“I wouldn’t rather chew off my own tongue then go on a date with you, Cuntwright.”

River just rolled his eyes and went to grab a drink. To Olivia’s surprise he did actually get her a coffee. She took a sip and relaxed back in her seat, giving him a smug look.

“Don’t fucking say anything,” River muttered, “the person at the counter gave me a dirty look for not getting you one. I suppose this is as good a cover as any.”

“So,” Olivia said eventually, “what exactly are we doing? Besides from not killing each other.”

“Having coffee.”

“Scrap that last statement.”

Olivia kicked River under the table. The sharp kick to the ankle caught him by surprise and he spilt hot coffee on his hands. A string of swear words followed and Olivia raised her eyebrows at him.

“So are you going to tell me why I’m here or are you going to have to go back to Lamb empty handed.” she said

“Fine,” River took a deep breath, “Ian Peterson.”

“Who?”

River blinked at Olivia and gave her a look of disbelief.

“You’re fucking me,” he said, “you don’t know who Ian Peterson is?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“How long have you been working for The Service?”

“About six months.”

“Six…” River put his cup down and put his head in his hands, “I’m working with an amateur.”

“Oh that rich coming from you!”

“I-” River took a deep breath and lowered his voice, “He was a cold War defector.”

“And how do you know him?”

“Of him. My,” he coughed and looked out of the window, “grandfather told me stories.”

“Well sorry I didn’t have a grandfather who was able to amaze me with bedtime stories about the Cold War.”

“Apparently, after all these years, he’s back in London.”

“Why bother coming back after all this time?”

“With everything that’s going on can you blame him?”

Olivia shrugged.

“So why Lamb give a fuck? Thought he’d just dump this on Lady Di and make it her problem.”

“From what I’m understanding both Lamb and your precious Fitz knew Peterson before his defection.”

“So this is just another form of petty revenge?”

“This is Jackson Lamb we’re talking about. All forms of revenge are petty when it involves him.”

“And Lady Di agreed to this?”

“I thought you’d know just how short staffed things are at The Park.”

“I’m surprised you do.”

“You can always tell with the amount we’re given to do.”

Olivia finished her coffee and leant forward, resting her chin on her hands. She glanced out of the window and watched people pass by. Ordinary people with problems and jobs that wouldn’t cause collapse of governments or old secrets being brought up from the grave. If only they really knew what she and River were discussing.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”

“Hmm?” Olivia glanced over at River, “no.”

“Look, this is important so try to fucking listen, ok?”

“Wow, a Slow Horse giving me orders.”

“And if you fuck this up you’ll be joining us.”

“I didn’t know you cared about my career.”

“I just don’t want to have to spend most of my week with you.”

“Glad to know we finally agree about something. So why the fuck-”

Olivia was interrupted by her work phone pinging. She grimaced at the message and said,

“We should continue this another time.”

“Something more important than this?” snapped River

“Fitz is wanting me back. I have another meeting with him. Maybe if someone wasn’t late in the first place we wouldn’t have to meet again.”  

“And why has the mighty Fitz called you back?”

“Six month probation meeting.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“No. So, because I have to fucking ask this, when shall we meet again.”

At that moment the door to the cafe opened and a family walked in. Both you and River glanced over at them and River lowered his voice and said,

“Maybe meeting in public wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Hindsight is one hundred percent accurate. So, where do you have in mind.”

And from River’s smirk Olivia knew that she was going to fucking hate his suggestion and not just because River Cartwright suggested it.

*

“So,” asked Kara, “how was your date?”

“Wasn’t a fucking date.” said Olivia which just caused her team mates to go ‘ooh’ and Olivia to go bright red.

“Hopefully it was a productive meeting,” said Warren, “what did Cartwright tell you.”

“Well,” Olivia relaxed back in her chair, “he said that an old defector was apparently back in London.”

“All defectors will be old,” said Laura, “that Cold War ended fucking years ago.”

“And is this what got everyone so jumpy,” asked Warren, “Who is it?” he asked when Olivia nodded

“Ian Peterson.”

The four of them jumped at the sudden crash. Fitz had dropped a mug and stood rooted to the spot. His muscles were tense and he clenched his hands tightly.

“Are you sure?” Fitz asked

“Yeah.” said Olivia

“You couldn’t have misheard him?”

“I’m not the one dumped in Slough House for mishearing things,” she muttered, “but no, definitely Ian Peterson. Cuntwright also mentioned that you and Lamb knew him.”

“Yes well,” Fitz ran a hand over his face, “it was a long time ago.”

“And how did-” asked Kara

“Maybe you four should leave,” said Fitz, “it’s past five o’clock. I’m sure you all have families and friends to go and see. It’s Friday so go out and have fun.”

When none of his team move Fitz turned around sharply and barked,

“Go!”

Immediately everyone scattered and when he was alone he slumped into his chair. Fuck. He shouldn’t have spoken to them like that. Now they’ll know that something is up. Damn it, he’d have to make it up to them somehow. He’d finally got a team he was happy with and now he was fucking it up all over again. He reached across his desk and flicked on the lamp. The sun was beginning to set, a rather beautiful view across Regents Park. It was one he’d seen a thousand times before but he was always grateful to be able to see. He was one of the lucky ones that got to see a sunset and he’d never take that fact for granted.

“Max.”

He glanced over at the door and raised an eyebrow. There was only one person who ever called him Max.

“Diana,” he said cooly, “what do I owe this pleasure.”

Taverner didn’t reply as she shut the door and walked across to the window. It seemed like she was just admiring the view that Fitz was appreciating moments before.

“I just came to check how you were doing.”

“Bullshit.”

She glanced over and gave him a cold smile. She sat down in the chair opposite and crossed one leg over the other. Steepling her fingers she said,

“I assume you’ve heard the news.”

“Yes.”

“Peterson.”

“Correct.”

“I was under the impression that he was dealt with.”

“He was.”

“Then why is he back.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm.”

“And does Dame Ingred know?”

“Max,” Diana gave him a disapproving look, “she is First Desk. Of course she’s aware. Are you implying that I would withhold vital information from her?”

Fitz glared at Diana who was looking out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. However, Fitz knew better.

“You were close with Peterson at one point.” she said at last

“We worked together back in The Dark Ages,” he said, “we had to be.”

“And did you suspect him to be a traitor?”

“You don’t go around accusing people you’re relying on of betraying you.”

“And what are you going to do this time?”

“The exact same thing Jackson and I did last time. Only this time, I’m not going to leave any loose ends.”

#fanfiction #slow horses #river cartwright #river cartwright x oc

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 52

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“Lesson learned. I am not trusting Mad alone at a bar for more than a minute at a time. I’m getting him a babysitter for my next shift,” Mare said as he washed glitter off his arms in the kitchen sink. “And I’m kicking my brother’s ass for giving Mad that body glitter.” 

“At least he only got to your arms.” Marvin chuckled from where he sat on the table, combing his hair and trying to get some of the thicker clumps of glitter out that way. 

“I guess I shouldn’t complain. Anti got the worst of it.” Mare knew they could use magic to help get rid of the glitter, but there was always this weird residue feeling left over after using it to clean something off the body, so they were going to be washing themselves regardless. 

“At least Mad had a good time.” Marvin made a face when the comb got snagged on a knot. “But you’re right about fighting Phantom for giving him that glitter.” 

“He just loves to encourage the chaos.” Mare sighed. “I think that’s the best I’m gonna get tonight.” He said about his arms and turned off the sink. 

“Speaking of a subject change, could you do me a favor? Well, two favors?” Marvin asked as he worked out a tangle in his hair. 

“Considering you’re letting me stay at your place for free, I can spare a couple of favors.” Mare grabbed a dish towel and dried off his arms. 

“I’m working on figuring out Mad’s relaxing activity. We have a theory that you might be connected to it. Could you play a video game, let Mad watch you, and tell me how he is? I want him to have something that lets him turn his brain off, and maybe watching you play might be it, or just let’s play stuff in general.” Marvin ran his fingers through his hair after he felt confident it was clean enough. “Anti sent me a few links to some of them he knows, so we’ll try those, too.” 

“I don’t think Anti and Mad are going to have the same tastes.” Mare sat the towel down and leaned against the counter, hands holding the edge. “But yeah, I think I can handle spending time with Mad.” He chuckled.

“I really have to pull your leg for that, don’t I?” Marvin giggled. 

“Any excuse to have it be just me and Mad is welcomed. When we lived in that other place, it was just the two of us most of the time when Actor wasn’t…yeah, but it wasn’t as peaceful as he needed. The puzzles were the closest thing to peace he got, but even then, they’re like a competition to him, wanting to see how fast he could get them done, and that’s not really what you’re looking for when it comes to his relaxing activity. So if what gets him to finally not have that brain of his going at a thousand miles an hour is me playing some games while he watches, I’ll be more than happy to do that. Hell, I’d do anything if it meant Mad could breathe without overthinking it.” 

“Mad’s lucky to have you,” Marvin said with a smile. 

“I’m lucky to have him.” Mare smiled back before asking, “So, what’s that second favor of yours?” 

“Yeah, you know that tone you used earlier when you told Mad to drink his water?”

“I mean, yes, what about it?”

“Could you teach Chase how to use that?” Marvin huffed when Mare started laughing. 

“You want me to teach Chase how to use a stern voice?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why don’t you just ask Jackie to work with Chase?”

“I am not asking my ex-boyfriend to give my current boyfriend tips on how to be more dominant in bed.”

“He might have some little tricks Chase hasn’t figured out yet. You know, sensitive spots, movements you like, maybe some-”

“Forget it. Just focus on Mad.” Marvin pouted and bounced off the table. 

“You’re the one that started this.” Mare hummed as Marvin left the room. 

“Don’t be a dick.” 

“Good night~” 

x~x~x

Chase hated math. He hated figuring out his financials and couldn’t afford to pay someone to do it for him. It was all too complicated, and the legality of it was messy. He stared at the papers in front of him on his table and held his head like his brain would start leaking out. It was the next day, and he and Marvin went to his place while the others were working on their own things.

“I’m not going to be able to afford this place anymore. Phantom’s paying me fairly, and even then, I’m gonna have to go into savings, and that won’t end well. Stupid bills keep getting higher every year, and now I don’t have insurance and-”

“You could sell the house and move in with me.” Marvin offered. 

“I thought you didn’t like having roommates,” 

“You’d be a lot more than a roommate.” Marvin placed his hand on top of Chase’s, squeezing it. “You’re my partner. I’d be very happy to see you even more than I already do.” 

“I have a lot of stuff.”

“I’ll make room.” 

“Never thought you’d be the one to suggest living together.” Chase chuckled as he leaned over and kissed Marvin. 

“You practically live there already, not really much of a stretch.” Marvin leaned back before Chase could kiss him again. “But, there is one thing you’ll have to do to move in.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want a gun in my house. It…I just can’t.” 

“I’ll sell that too. Maybe I could talk Mad into making me one of those mallets as well. Or, like, a really cool baseball bat.” 

“You really are a big sweetheart.” 

“I try.” 

“That’s why you’re my favorite.” Marvin giggled. “Phantom and Jackie are touring a house. Maybe they’ll be going out while you’re coming in. We’ll have plenty of hands to pack and carry everything.” 

“Is it bad that I’m happy that the big stress of our life is going to be selling a house and moving?” Chase chuckled.

“Sounds a lot less dangerous than defying a powerful magic user twice in the same week.”

“Just a little.” 

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#meeting a magical man #trickshot #veggie writes

[squeakyfir]

I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 1

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Time is not a thing, but it keeps things in balance, and it never stops. You learn new things every day. Like today, you bought a ticket to go to the local carnival and once you entered, you started to regret the decision. There was a lot of people, more than you can handle, and it was still a bit damp from the rain earlier. The sounds of people talking, the cliche carnival music and game sounds were definitely a sight to see.

The carnival also had small kiosks and shop stands. There was one doing face paints and another selling cheap jewelry. But there was one that caught your eye. It was definitely out of place for all of the bright and flashy colors of the carnival. It was illuminated with dark orange light and had a small sign that read, "Mrs. Hatches shop".

No one was there and from strictly looking at it, it looked like a witch shop. It was a bit odd for it to be here but you still went towards it. The strong smell of incense burners and herbs were very potent and made the little shop very eerie.

"Hello" you called out.

"Aah, a customer"! An old voice said. "Come in my dear".

"Who's there"? A shadow moved from the corner and as it stepped into the light, a very old lady with a wooden cane came forward. She was a bit shorter than you and her skin was very pale with veins appearing near the surface. Her gray hair was put up in a bun loosely with loose hairs being freed and she wore and black woven dress with what appeared to be an emerald ring. "I am" she said as gently as she could. "Who might you be"?

"Uhh... I'm (Y/n)".

The old woman quickly took your hand and examined it. "What are you doing"?

"Reading your palm".

"Ok, great" you said in a slight sarcastic tone, "But please don't touch me".

"Hold still now" she said like a mother scolding her child. "Hmmm... Oh yes, yes, yes! How wonderful"!

"What? What's so wonderful"?

"When I read people's palms, I can tell what their fortune is".

"What is it" you asked curiously.

"Come, I will show you"! She quickly went over to a table that became visible when she lit an old oil lamp. On the table was a glass sphere sitting on a marble stand. "Let me guess" you said sarcastically, "A crystal ball"?

"I know people believe that these are not accurate but I assure you my child, this is what it seems to be". She motioned for you to come sit and you hesitantly did. "What's your name, anyways" you asked.

"Glinda Hatches"! As soon as she said her name she rubbed the glass sphere and smoke appeared inside the sphere and was illuminated with white light. "Wow".

"Now, you may ask one question".

"Why only one"?

"The first question is free but any other questions will cost $5".

"What"?

"That'll be $5 since you already asked two questions-"

"Alright alright alright"! You sighed and you did have cash on you but you were gonna save that for some funnel cakes but after seeing this, you were still very curious. You couldn't think of anything. "Would you like some suggestions"?

"Sure".

"You can ask things such about your family, your past life, your soulmate, you can see things that you can't remember-"

"Wait" you said interrupting her. "Did you just say soulmate"?

Glinda grinned. "Would you like to see you soul mate"?

"Sure".

Glinda rubbed the glass sphere and you muttered, "This should be interesting". The light inside the sphere turned bright white and revealed an image of a man with a black hat, a short-hair moustache and goatee. His skin looked really pale but he looked like a very capable man. "Ooh, he's cute".

"Oh my" Glinda said, "I have never seen this before".

"Seen what"?

"Your soulmate is already dead" Glinda said in disbelief.

"How is that possible? That doesn't make sense". You looked back at the image of the man. "Who is he anyways"?

"His name is John Henry Holliday. As in Doc Holliday. He was a famous gunslinger and poker player".

"Ooh, I like him already! But how is he my soul mate if he's already dead"?

"I'm not sure. But hold on, I have something that may help you". Glinda stood up and rushed over to small chest rummaging around inside. While she was doing that, you took in the features of your supposed "soulmate". He looked very serious and you could see his eyes, he looked so tired. It looked as if his eyes had dark circles around them. He was truly interesting and you decided to Google more information about him but Glinda came back before you could and handed you a small stone.

"This will help you".

The stone was white with black blotches on it and was smoothed out with a silver frame around it. "How does this help me"?

"When used correctly, it will bring your soulmate to you".

"Uh-huh. Sure" you said sarcastically.

"Do you want it or not" Glinda asked.

"Well" you examined the stone and decided that it was good enough for a necklace at least. "Ok. I'll take it".

"Great"! Glinda gave you the stone and said, "That'll be 35$".

"WHAT!? Why"!?

"Remember what I said, 5$ per question". You knew you only had 20$ cash but the rest would be paid with a card. You were about to deny the purchase but you saw a literal crystal ball and had a feeling that everything she has shared with you was factual. "Do you accept credit and debit"?

"Yes, here". She pulled out a chip reader and charged you the exact amount but then had the nerve to push a glass jar near your hand that read "Tip Jar".

"Are you serious"?

"This is how I make my living" she said honestly.

"Tell you what" you said, "If this really does work, I'll come straight back here and give you a 100$ tip".

"Will you" she asked doubtfully.

"I will, I promise". You took your card back and left. That was all your cash and some of your money from your card but you decided to just go home. You were very confused. Going through the large crowd of people to get back to your car felt like an eternity. You would just go home and sleep instead. When you got into your car, you examined the stone more closely, it really was a nice stone and you think you could actually make a necklace out of it. You just put it in the pocket on the dashboard and drove home.

It didn't take long to get home and you were greeted by your dog, Gracie, a golden retriever. Happy to see you as always. You didn't even bother to change into your pajamas and fell onto your bed with Gracie quickly joining you and plugging your phone into your solar panel phone charger. It was odd to have that but your original charger was broken and this solar panel charger had back up power on it to still keep itself powered. You examined the stone on your bed under the dimmed light from the moon and just fell asleep with it in your grasp.

Not knowing, it would literally change your life...

#doc holliday #tombstone #fanfic #time travel #wyatt earp #morgan earp #virgil earp #cowboy #old west #19th century #love story #x reader #soulmates #will add more tags later #val kilmer #kurt russell #bill paxton #sam elliott #old movies #tombstone 1993

[showfallmediamaintenance]

[Video transcript begin.]

[Humming, as someone walks through the mall, the camera is set in the person's front shirt pocket, they bring their hands up and toss a wrench between them, the person fumbles it as they do it a second time, and they let out a sigh, no longer humming. The person reaches down to grab the wrench.] 

?: God damn hands, never do what I want ‘em to.

[Voice identified: The Mechanic.]

[He grabs the wrench again, and continues walking. The lights in the mall become slightly dimmer as he progresses. He passes two other employees, waving almost robotically to them, his movements stiff instead of fluid.]

[After a few minutes, he approaches what appears to be a corpse. Instead of stopping at staring, he just makes a noise of slight disgust, and steps on top of it, continuing his walk.]

Me: Where the hell are the damn janitors? Gross.

[He enters a more secluded area, the lights growing even more dim, he slows slightly.]

[A faint humming is heard, the song is identified as “Ruler of everything.” the person humming skips into frame, wearing a white shirt a black suit jacket, jeans and a Showfall mask. Black hair covers the top of the mask.]

Me: … Hello? Can I help you?

?: [Overly cheerful.] YES YOU CAN! Just the mechanic I was looking for, see there's the busted pipe that's leaking nasty nasty gas into my editing room.

[Voice identified: Mari?]

Me: Shit, really? That’s probably not very good for productivity. Thanks for lettin’ me know. I’ll get right on that. Not really my job, but I should be able to help ya.

[The Mechanic takes a step in the other direction, before pausing, and turning painfully slowly back to Mari(?), staring them down.]

Me: [Long pause.] … Where is that, again?

M(?): Just follow me! I'll lead you to it!

Me: Oh, thanks!

[He walks over to Mari(?).]

M(?): Y'know, it's been tough ever since that one Editor escaped. The one with the brown hair, one eye about as dark as my hair.

[Mari(?) points directly to their hair.]

[The Mechanic laughs, but it sounds forced, his tone and pitch of voice never changing.]

Me: I forgot about that, honestly. A real shame. They were so good at– wait.

M(?): What?

Me: … How do you know their eye color? 

M(?): Asked the Archivist for her file, figured it would be nice to know how to be better than her!

Me: I guess that makes sense. So… uh. How long has this pipe been doing that? 

M(?): About two and a half days, I've been trying to find the best Mechanic to fix it.

Me: Oh, uh. Hm. Alright, yeah. I’ll have it dealt with in a jiffy.

M(?): So uh, do you have a name or nickname other than Mechanic? I have nicknames to differentiate all the editors.

[A series of joints cracking as The Mechanic quickly turns his head to Mari(?).]

Me: No.

M(?): Then what should I call you? I call everyone in your department ‘Mechanic.’ It gets confusing!

Me: Then just call me Mechanic. Simple. If it’s confusing, then that’s on you.

M(?): How about Fred? You look like a fred to me. 

Me: Would you shut u– sorry. No. Just Mechanic.

M(?): Why? Why be so confusing, can I at least have your number.

Me: It’s not confusing. And sure, fine. 12. 

M(?): Then I'll just call you twelve. Better than the same thing I call every other mechanic.

Me: JUST CALL ME MECHANIC. IT’S NOT HARD. 

M(?): Nuh uh.

[Mari begins humming the song again.]

Me: I am so close to whacking you over the head with a fucking tool box. Just show me where this fucking pipe or whatever is so I can continue with my other responsibilities!

M(?): If you did that my mask might break, then you'd be in big trouble!

Me: [A deep breath.] God. Fine. I don’t even understand why you wanted me to fix that pipe, I don’t even know if that’s part of my job! But we’re already on our way over, so I might as fucking well. 

M(?): And I appreciate it!

[The two turn a corner, the surroundings the same as they were when the two started their journey, indicating the lack of progress.]

Me: What the…

M(?): Hm?

Me: Oh, you fucker. I know what this is.

M(?): Huh? The fuck you talking about?

Me: We just went in a circle. You’ve been lying to me this whole damn time, haven’t you?

[Mari(?) stops, stretching out their shoulders clearly thinking.]

M(?): [Their normal tone.] Ohhhhhhhhhh. Right. When you lead people somewhere, there's supposed to be an actual location huh?

[Voice reidentified: Mari.]

Me: Yeah! There is! 

M: Welp… Fuck.

[Mari removes the mask, showing their heavily damaged face. Before The Mechanic can respond Mari punches him in the face, he reels backwards and falls to the floor with a shout.]

M: You were supposed to spin. God damnit guess I have to do this the old fashioned way.

Me: YOU MOTHERFUCKER! 

M: Sorry this might hurt worse.

[Mari turns The Mechanic around, spinning the camera in the process before seemingly putting him in a choke hold.]

Me: [Slightly strangled, and continues to be so for the rest of the recording.] Let me go, you prick!

M: NOT HAPPENING EDGAR! IF I HAVE TO HEAR YOUR DAUGHTER MENTION YOU ONE MORE TIME I MIGHT LOSE IT!

Me: I don’t– have– a fucking daughter! AND THAT’S NOT MY NAME!

M: YES YOU DO! AND IT IS! YOU JUST DON'T REMEMBER RIGHT NOW BECAUSE OF THE STUPID FUCKING MASK.

Me: Fuck you!

M: NO THANK YOU! I'M TAKING THIS DAMN THING OFF YOU… As soon as I drag you back to the hideout!

Me: I’ll turn you in to the Manager! You can’t just fucking do this! 

M: DO NOT MAKE ME KICK YOU IN THE BALLS.

Me: Your threats mean nothing to me, bitch.

M: Ok how about this.

[Mari seemingly gets extremely close to hitting The Mechanic in the crotch, only to stop and laugh. He doesn’t even flinch.]

Me: What are you hoping to accomplish, Editor? You know this will all just end in disaster for anyone you care about. Why try?

M: Because, I know behind that stupid fucking mask. Is my friend.

[Mari begins finally dragging The Mechanic away.]

Me: You’re a fucking idiot. I could alert anyone to the location of your stupid ‘hideout’ as soon as we get there, then it’d be game over. You’re seriously risking it all over some stupid hope that I’m someone you know?

M: Well if you do that I'll just rip the mask off, also you'd have to look behind you to see the location and I'm currently in control of your neck. You move an inch. I'll snap it like a slim jim.

Me: Mhm. Right. I know you’re not going to do that, because it’s always the same with you fucking rebels, you just can’t bring yourself to do it! Pathetic. 

M: I shot my own girlfriend point blank in the fucking face. Try again idiot.

[The Mechanic laughs, it lasts for just a little too long.]

Me: Then do it. Snap my neck. Right now.

M: Nope. Not without reason, Showfall isn't winning today you bitch.

Me: You can’t hide forever, Editor. One day soon, you’ll be found. And your corpse will be thrown out like the trash that you are. This is all in vain and you fucking know it.

M: I don't have to hide forever. I'm going to get out, and I'm bringing you with me. You might not be Edgar, but I know he's there somewhere.

Me: You’re even more of a fool than I’d first thought. You’re going to get yourself gutted by security, and when that happens, I’ll be fucking laughing.

M: Like when you got your head bitten off? In the tunnels?

Me: Don’t you fucking dare.

M: Don't be an asshole.

[Mari mumbles something not picked up by the camera.]

Me: I can’t wait to see your ribs get crushed like a soda can. I hope you die, and I hope it hurts.

M: That already happened in high school dude, my ribs still hurt sometimes.

Me: Good.

M: Y'know, let's sing a song. Like a field trip.

[Mari begins singing the song she was humming before, still dragging The Mechanic.]

Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

M: Nope! Imma keep singing until I get my friend back.

[Mari returns to singing the song, seemingly enjoying it.]

Me: Are you having fun? Is this seriously entertaining for you?

M: Getting to piss off a Showfall employee? After everything they've done to me? Oh hell yeah, the most entertaining thing this company has done.

Me: I never should’ve offered to help you.

M: Well, what if I wasn't lying? Then a bunch of employees would die.

Me: Would’ve been worth it if it meant I’d never have to see you again.

M: Gotta come up with better material bro, I've heard better from like… High-school bullies.

Me: As soon as you loosen your grip I’m knocking your fucking teeth in. 

M: Well now I'm just not doing that.

Me: You’re going to have to eventually. 

M: Nope! I can get the mask off even with one hand around your throat.

[Instead of responding, The Mechanic just attempts to kick Mari.]

M: Please stop, that won't work.

Me: Yeah, no. Fuck you. Die.

M: Dude, that’s not going to do anything.

Me: You can’t stop me.

M: I can, it's called I tighten the choke.

Me: You wouldn’t dare–

[Mari tightens the chokehold, cutting The Mechanic off abruptly. Some twitching can be seen as the camera moves slightly.]

M: Tap the fuck out.

Me: [Extremely strangled.] Never.

M: Do. It.

Me: [Still extremely strangled.] No.

M: Then die.

[Mari seemingly slightly lets go, just enough for The Mechanic to breathe.]

Me: Coward.

M: You squeezed my arm.

Me: No, I didn’t. The fuck are you talking about.

M: Just now you squeezed my arm, tell me. Does the name Rose mean anything to you?

Me: No, it means jack shit. 

M: You're lying. I was masked once too y'know?

Me: I’m not lying. That name means nothing to me.

M: It has to. Because somewhere behind that mask. Edgar is still there.

Me: You’re hopeless. 

M: Na, I have plenty of hope.

Me: Not what I meant.

M: Don't care, didn’t ask.

Me: This little game you’re playing where you pretend that I’m your friend is getting old, Editor. 

M: My name is Mari.

Me: Wrong.

M: Nope, tell me. What happens when I take your mask off?

Me: Now, why would I tell you that?

M: I already know dipfuck, I just want to hear it come out of your mouth.

Me: Well, you won’t. 

M: You won't be this anymore. I take the mask off, and I win.

Me: Small victories are nothing in comparison to what Showfall has over people like you, Editor. 

M: And what would that be? Trauma? Meh, I already go to therapy.

Me: They have the power to snatch all of this away in an instant. You know this, everyone knows this. All it takes is one little push, and everything fucking collapses before your eyes.

M: That's why I'm leaving, with everyone.

Me: You can think you’re leaving, but then you take a glance at someone’s upper left arm, or their shoulder, or their thigh. You can never leave. 

M: Laser tattoo removal.

Me: Even then, it remains. Maybe you won’t be able to see it, but you can’t escape it. 

M: Yes you can, it's called moving on. Leaving the memory of this place to burn.

Me: If you want to think that, feel free. But don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.

M: Times up bitch. HEY ROSE GOT YOUR DAD!

Me: For the last time, I’m NOT A GOD DAMN FATHER.

[TRANSCRIPT OVERLAP DETECTED: AUTOMATICALLY ENDING TRANSCRIPT.]

#showfall ask blog #showfall media #showfall #encoreverse blog #transcript

[punkranger]

Okay, not sure if you are willing to take any requests for the FHR Prompts, but if you ever get bored: 1 + N + VII for Antoine and another character of your choice?

You've probably forgotten you sent this since it took so long for me to fill in, the confidential file part got me stumped until I caught up on Patreon and got some inspiration. Anyway, thank you for sending this in regardless^^ Prompt was: 1.“You shouldn’t be here.” + N. Wounded + VII. Make it a confidential file excerpt - from this list

For HG

Notes: Surveillance footage from [Redacted]’s storehouse, during the last break-ins, about an hour from start as all surveillance had been taken out preceding the first break-in. And no, I don’t know who exactly, I got this second, or third hand, just know they’re not on the list so Ruin is not overstepping here, but you did ask me to keep an eye on him so you might find his meeting here with Charge interesting.

Transcript:

[Video footage showing a cellar-room, Ruin enters, limping slightly. He starts throwing around crates, searching for something]

[Soon after, Charge enters]

C - Looking for something?

R - Who-…the hell are you doing here?

C - I could ask you the same, but I’m guessing this is not going to be a sharing-time.

R - I don’t have time to play with you, get out, or I’ll throw you out.

C - Oh? With your big, strong armor? Compensating- oof! Hey! No need to throw stuff at me.

R - You’d get less stuff thrown at you if you left.

C - Well, I would, but you’re kinda in my way… Unless you’re also looking for the way out?

R - Too bad, I got here first. Find another way out.

C - Aren’t you curious what I’m doing here? 

R - I’m not curious to know how [redacted] treats people who break in… which is what we’ll both find out unless you… get out and let… me get back…. to my business. 

C -  Are you… okay? 

R - [laughter, cut off by a growl] 

R - I could still take you.

C - Wanna bet? No, no don’t throw that- 

[There’s a crash] 

C - Look, I’m not gonna attack you, and… hear me out, you’re not gonna attack me. We both get out of here and live to beat each other up another day.

[Another growl from Ruin, possibly a snort]

R - How am I supposed to… trust that? I’m not… going to turn my back on you again. 

C - [almost too low to hear] I hope you won’t.

C - [normal tone] Well, if I’d wanted to get the jump on you I could have when I walked into the room. Besides, it wouldn’t have been much of a rematch when you’re in this condition. [redacted] got some nasty traps, huh?

R - … Yeah. [After a long pause] Fine. 

C - Alright, so the trapdoor to the sewers should be over here…

[Charge walks up, just to the right of Ruin, then pushes aside a box and crouches to pull on something on the floor where it was - a hatch in the floor opens]

C - Pretty simple, huh?

[There's no answer from Ruin, he is leaning heavily against the wall. Makes no move to attack Charge when his back is turned]

C - Do you think you'll make it down there?

R - [Takes a step forward] Mind your own business and just go already.

C - Alright, alright! 

[Charge climbs down, sounds like a metal ladder from the echoes]

[Ruin waits]

C - [Shouting] Are you coming?

R - Not…Not until you’re gone, just leave already!

C - What if I hide around a corner and get the jump on you?

R - Fuck you, I don’t want you… there when I’m climbing down.

C - Can’t you just jump down? I’ve seen you do it before…

R - …

C - That bad, huh? Well, I already told you I’m not gonna fight you, might as well trust me to catch you if you fall down the ladder.

R - …

R - N-

[Ruin turns around suddenly, after a few seconds voices and running footsteps are heard in the distance]

R - Fuck. 

[Ruin stands still, looking between the door and the hatch, then turns to the hatch and starts to climb down]

R - Move already, people are coming.

C - No.

R - What? S…seriously… I… will-Shit!

[A series of loud noises of something hard hitting metal follow in a row, mixed with curses]

C - Got you! 

R - [a low growl, impossible to tell what it’s supposed to be with the vocal distorter]

[The distant voices and footsteps are now louder, probably in the next room]

C - Better get going! 

R - [Getting more distant] I can fucking walk on my own-

C - I’m not gonna say anything but-

R - Then shut up…

[Ruin and Charge’s voices get progressively less audible, soon after [Redacted]’s people rush in and see the open hatch, they do not follow.]

[End recording]

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero: retribution #fallen hero #ricardo ortega #sidestep #antoine duman #chargestep #(i mean your guess if it is) #I didn't follow the first prompt word for word.. but aside from that it's as close as i could get

[myst3ry-pl4nt]

i could not help myself....

also these clips were taken from various videos from here and youtube since nick and netflix wouldn't let me screen record so i'm sorry </3

ramble undercut!

this is a lot of nonsense so i apologize

i don't have many thoughts but i do know that this is one of the best recent animated series i've seen in such a long time. i'm someone who typically just rewatched the same four series and call it a day, that being code lyoko, digimon, wakfu, and whatever i might end up hyperfixating on suddenly. i don't watch new animated series often unless it's with friends, young justice being the only one i actively watched and enjoyed. i don't think it's the best since rewatching rottmnt but it's definitely really good! i love both series separately and for their own reasons, YJ for the more serious and grim tones and ROTTMNT for literally everything. i'm really glad to be able to even watch this series and that it's on netflix, i had never watched season 2 because i just simply forgot like an idiot and then the movie came out! and so i binge rewatched the series after watching the movie with a friend and the movie was just fantastic! i won't get into any spoilers but genuinely it lived up to the hype and i could only ask for me! i showed a bit of the series through clips, images, and conversation to my sibling and they seemed intrigued by it which may not mean much but we're both adults, me being 18 and them going to be 22 and doesn't usually engage in things i like with interest. being able to find a space to just talk about this series means the world, and expressing things i love is something i find most meaningful. the fandom genuinely feels like such a safe space. minus how i still don't know if using the hearts paired (❤️💙💜🧡) is a shipping thing or just something fans do for support, i've had nothing but positive experiences so far! i haven't had this much fun with a series to this extent in a while and it's genuinely just so nice. my dad was huge into TMNT when it first came out and i've talked to him about the series before, he seemed more confused and entertained by the zaniness of it than wanting to sit down and watch it but hey! it's still meaningful to me! also?? the representation?? CANON autistic donnie and CANON adhd mikey?? in MY tmnt show? hell yeah !!!! it makes me so happy to be able to actually feel security in relating to characters and not feel like it's insulting? this video is best of talking about what i mean so i genuinely do think you should give it a watch or listen!! anyways i guess what i'm saying is i love ROTTMNT and i cannot recommend it enough nor will i shut up about it right now

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt april #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt draxum #baron draxum #mysteryplant talks

[an-aura-about-you]

August 13th, 1997

Crossing the Bridge

Somewhere Else Under the King

In this entry, Trilby and Jim mourn a friend:

Trilby, somehow, has a guest over tonight.

It was likely to happen sooner or later. After learning Jim was working for the STP, it wasn’t long before he learned they were set up in the same building. Having Jim as a neighbor might be the one upside to the whole thing.

“Hey Trilby, does your TV and VCR work?” Jim asks, holding up a video tape.

“Yes?” Trilby answers, unsure, and tips his hat back. “Did the last time I tried it, but that was a long time ago. Why?”

Jim passes the tape between his hands, stepping closer to the couch. “Well, since you were on an assignment and I had gone into hiding, neither of us could go to… to Simone’s funeral.” He gently taps the tape on his fingers. “I don’t know if us being there would’ve been right even if we could go, but I thought... I- I recorded it. What they showed on the BBC, that is. And a retrospective they did on Simone’s life.” He holds it out towards Trilby as though in offering. “Want to watch it with me?”

Trilby takes the tape. The meaning of it tricks his hands, makes it heavier than a tape should be. It holds more than Trilby ever got to know of Simone Taylor, possibly all that he can ever learn of Simone now. A person’s life prematurely reduced to memories and tape winding the story out for them. He hands the tape back to Jim and says, “Yes.”

Jim sets it up quick and takes a spot on the couch.

The retrospective plays first. Trilby guessed Simone was about the same age as him, and in truth she wasn’t much older, but it didn’t strike him until now just how young that really is. Her eyes shine and her mouth pulls into an eager smile, enjoying the anticipation for her report. She shares her findings in a crisp, clear tone, imbuing every word with the weight of fact. She banters with her cameraman in an outtake, laughing not as one who doesn’t know the burdens of the world but one who has learned shouldering them requires a joke or two. Her investigations span everything from health and safety regulations to political scandal to-

“Oh no,” Trilby says, covering his mouth with his hand for a moment. “Is this-?”

But Jim doesn’t have to answer. The screen shows them what Trilby would call an accurate if unflattering rendering of himself and one of his old calling cards, and Simone is waxing hypothetical on who he really is under the mask.

Both of them start laughing, the sensation joyful and painful and ironic all at once.

“You know she wanted to interview me right then and there at DeFoe Manor?” Trilby tells Jim.

“That sounds like Simone,” Jim says, wiping at a tear with his knuckle.

“I wish I had done it now. After everything. I wish I hadn’t run.”

They laugh through what remains of that segment, but it isn’t long before the laughs die down and the tears of surprised mirth turn into tears of a different sort. The retrospective ends shortly after that part, thankfully skipping the unpleasant details of her turning to alcohol to cope with what happened and her sudden, brutal death. The two are silently weeping as the tape reaches the funeral, the funeral of someone who as far as they would have it should be sitting with them reminiscing on how they went through hell together but at least they never have to do it again.

The tape ends, the TV cutting to static snow.

“Alright?” Trilby asks Jim, sniffling as he does.

Jim nods, pressing the heel of his palm to his eye. “A- alright?” he asks back, his voice wavering.

“Yeah,” Trilby says. “Thank you for bringing that, Jim.”

#tma #chzo mythos #aura's fanfiction #on this day in aura's tma/chzo mythos fanfiction

[tetrisfinished]

things

are okay, i suppose.

not great, but definitely not bad.

this weekend felt so good. on friday, it was yasir's night out - he had his meet up with his buddies. and on saturday it was my night out - dinner with my friends. and sunday we just hung out.

no that's not true. we did a BUNCH of chores and finished up getting groceries.

but yesterday, during my night out - esa had such a good time with his father. yasir shared videos of them while they were at wal-mart.

this morning he and i were talking (!! pause for a moment because this is so huge for me, we never just talk and i think it's finally a step in the right direction....) and he mentioned that esa was so good with him. he listened to his father. he didn't run or go nuts.

my initial reaction was envy. and frankly, i think part of that still might be true. but i keep telling myself that it is actually a scientifically proven fact that kids are worse with their mothers than with anyone else. and i guess even though i hate having to deal with tantrums and some days my kid really really tests my patience....i don't want him to become a compliant and obedient little people pleaser.

i do not want nor intend to break esa's spirit like that. and god help me, i hope i never do. if he feels that i am his safe space and he can be wild and nuts around me - i'm okay with that. that's what i signed up for when i decided to have him and i will not back down from that.

but anyway...that's a bit of a tangent. back to the topic at hand. esa was apparently the best with yasir yesterday.

the next thought i had from the envy route - might still be rooted in the envy chapter if i'm being totally honest. but i don't believe it is. but who knows what my subconscious mind is playing at here.

so the next thought i had was...maybe he's so good around you because him going out somewhere and having his father's sole attention on him was something that maybe esa has almost never experienced before. maybe it was anexperience that his young but sensitive and fuck, i'll say it, intelligent mind perceived as being a rare anomaly and that he'd make the best of it.

and that thought just breaks my heart. i hope to god i'm wrong. frankly, i'm sure i am just on the basis that he's 3....

but if you could hear the way he asks "whewe ish baba?" when he and i go somewhere on our own, maybe you might also believe that he is a sensitive and extremely aware little 3 year old. he's asked me this at least a few times. and once he didn't even ask this question....he just said "baba not comin'". almost as a question, but not really. i was so taken off guard, but i sensed his tone and even sitting in the front and him sitting in the back in his carseat, i felt that he was upset.

so i asked if he was okay and was he upset? and his response came back "no, nuffin" and then he sort of just stayed quiet. and i don't know what circle of hell i was in sitting in that car driving wherever i was. but it felt like the absolute worst kind.

like, i'm starting to feel, most of us are at 3. or were* at 3. i'm starting to feel like we were born hyper aware. and hyper sensitive. and those things are just chipped away from our being slowly but surely as we grow up and become adults.

anyway.

i think that's all the hell-reliving i can do for tonight. that moment is burned into my mind probably until the end of my time if i had to guess. and i wish i could take it away or wash it off me or just forget it because it makes me so genuinely upset and sad that every time i think about it...i have to catch my breath a little.

i wonder if yasir will ever realize the immense hurt he caused this beautiful little blessing from Allah swt. because i feel it on a daily basis and it's all i can do to just pray for the world to open up and swallow me into its fiery depths.

good night.

-k

[by-grace-she-can]

How can one feel so alone even with company? Probably because ultimately, all you have is yourself. My anxiety was at peak last night. There was again a sudden surge of insecurities, self-doubt, and worries. I looked at the mirror and again, felt worst. All I can see are my pimple scars, my double chin, my tangled hair, uneven skin tone, my flabs, my bloated stomach. I hate myself even more. My head hurts. My pockets are empty. I was feeling tired. Lhae is sleeping so I didn't bother to ask for comfort. I felt so alone.

I thought a warm bath would help. I went to get a matching pink pajamas and I took a deep breath. "I can do this", I said to myself. I set up my iPad camera and tried to record some motivating things to myself but I ended up catching footage of 3oo deep sighs. I took one deeper sigh before I ended the video translating to "this is it, let's get moving". I walked to the bathroom, played Selena's 'Who Says'. I sang with Selena and got this urge to sing my heart out in the shower. I remembered Sara Niemitz "I'm On My Way". Initially, I just wanted to try to sing this again after years, it is one hell of a high song. It just ended with me crying, realizing that the lyrics were timely.

"When i wonder where i am When i wonder why i take these chances I try to breathe I say to me, "believe" And whatever comes, it's okay"

"'cause i'm on my way To somewhere better I'm further every day I'm on my way I know it might take until forever But everything could change today"

"So i'm on my way To find that place"

"'ll keep dreamin' Til i get there I'll be free So goodbye to yesterday I'm giving what it takes"

I feel so lost. I don't know which road to take. I am worried about my health. I feel ugly.

I realized why I have this obsession with romanticizing my life: to get away with my reality. I grew up in a loud (in a bad way) household, I grew up only hearing awful words from my parents. I grew up seeing my mama pack her bags multiple times, I grew up seeing my mama point a knife to my papa. They would fight about my papa's vices. At school, I'd also get bullied. All my life, all I've heard were words sharp like knife that somehow made me a person that throw these same sharp knife like words. I hate myself.

All I want is a gentle love for this knives to rust. I have been longing for the kind of love that will bring out the best of me-- a love that will turn all my insecurities to confidence-- to feel so loved and adored, to feel good about myself, to finally look in the mirror and say to myself "you are beautiful, you are enough, you are doing great."

I have been asking for this kind of love to Lhae. I've been a burden to her.

All I want is a gentle love for this knives to rust but I guess I can give myself the most gentle love because ultimately, all I have is myself.