#but i have an opportunity to now so weee

[outercrasis]

Ahhhh I just backed up all my photos in preparation of getting a new phone. Fingers crossed I'll be able to go get it this week!!!

#im upgrading from a galaxy s8 to a samsung zflip4 #ive had this s8 for 5 years #i was going to wait to upgrade #but i have an opportunity to now so weee #crasis speaks

[gyusrose]

➵ 5-star michelin -> p.js

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⚠︎ smut (mdni) , sprinkle of angst

✎ teacher!jay x student, slight age gap (25 & 23), jay is kinda mean, dom!jay + sub!reader, jealous!jay, praising, dirty talk

summary: achieving your dream of becoming a chef is not easy, even worse when your teacher’s always up your ass.

{btw! i don’t cook like at all so bear with me 🙏}

(non!idol jay x fem.reader)

~ late christmas + new year’s gift *ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂*ੈ✩‧₊˚

wc: 4.2k

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you love the kitchen, you pretty much live there day and night. it’s no surprise to anyone that your dream job is eventually becoming a real chef. that’s why you’ve spent almost your whole life perfecting the one skill you’re good at. most of the recipes you use come from your mom. before she passed she left a whole book of recipes in it and what a hell of a good time you had with it.

it helped you cope, that’s what drove it. you feel sad? make something yummy. you feel mad? bake something nice. you feel happy? cool something delicious. your problems seemed to fade away while your cooking.

over the last year, you’ve started attending culinary school. obviously, you’re not perfect and you still need some work on your dishes but you’re not doing too bad to say the least. now though, it’s a new chapter opening for you.

you’ve been wanting to get out of your hometown for a while and move to the city as there were more opportunities down here and to your luck, you got accepted into a (very prestigious) culinary school nearby your apartment, a win-win situation.

like anyone, you were scared, scared to make new friends, scared to meet new people, scared to start from zero, a new place, a new routine. but it’s all for the better.

you sighed as you tied your apron around your waist, almost heading out the door to your first day of school. boxes were still unpacked all around your floor, it was a total mess, you literally slept on the floor last night. it was definitely not the best case scenario for a great morning but eh.

you finally caught your breath trying to calm down grabbing your tote bag and leaving your messy apartment.

the school was no more than five minutes away walking. at least you’re gonna be on time.

your entered the glass doors of the huge white building. the receptionist noticed you, you quickly showed her your ID, which they gave you during your orientation last week. she gave you a nod and you headed into the elevator, pressing the number 13.

your hands were shaking and sweaty. coming into a new school in the middle of the year has got to be the worst scenario for an introvert like you. you finally reached the room where the class will be taking place ( i genuinely don’t know what culinary school is like pls) as soon as you stepped in, all eyes were on you. including the head chef’s.

“you must be the new student right? happy first day you’re late.” one of them spoke, your cheeks couldn’t have become any redder than what they already were. you hated all the attention on you.

late? didn’t class start at 7:30? you thought.

“class started fifteen minutes ago, take a seat and catch up.” almost like he could read your mind he responded.

you muttered a low ‘sorry’ before heading onto an empty seat trying to take as much attention away from you. of course his happens to you.

you gathered all the ingredients you were told to get and set them on the table in front of you. mimicking what the other students were doing. as you weee doing that the chef came up to your side, an evident scowl noticed on his face.

it was until then you realized how handsome he was, he looked very young as well, not someone that you would expect to be a head chef. his jawline was sharper than the knife on your hand. you shook those thoughts away quickly though, he’s your teacher! what are you thinking?

“i’m just letting you know, whatever you did today can’t happen anymore, attendance is very important everyday, this is a very advanced class so you might not want to be missing any of it, got it?” even though he whispered, it felt like he was yelling at you. it was very aggressive and harsh making you flinch.

you quickly nodded, now scared of him even more. suddenly you want to change classes with another chef. finally leaving you let out a big sigh which you were holding in ever since he came over, and resumed cutting your vegetables and stir frying them.

“you need more seasoning on that, it’s too bland!” the chef, which you now you know as ‘Chef Park’ said as he tasted your chicken. you were almost sweating, from the way he speaks and acts, you felt nothing but intimidated by his presence, even more when he’s tasting your first dish for him. throughout the whole lesson today, he seemed to be only picking at you, he didn’t taste any of the other student’s food, only yours. you found it kind of irritating but tried not to think much about it.

“i’ll definitely note that chef.” you smiled at him bowing.

“ i’m expecting a lot from you, ______” he said before heading back to his space.

you were confused. why you? you’re probably the least talented person in this room right now so why you? you had so many questions but decided that maybe you just needed a good nights rest and starting packing up your stuff on your bag.

jay sighed at the empty room in front of him. it was currently 1 am, and he couldn’t find the urge to go home. he was just thinking, thinking about you.

he was the one that read your application into the school, he read your recommendation letters from your past teachers. you were put into his advanced class for a reason.

what he didn’t expect was the glory of a woman that was going to get in that door. it was as if the universe slapped his type right in front of him. that’s what he saw. how could someone look so beautiful in such a simple uniform? he also wonders that.

he can’t let down his demeanor though. yes he finds you attractive, but he can’t soften up just for you, that’s unfair to the rest of the students that have to put up with him. plus he hasn’t forgotten that he’s the teacher and you’re a student, it’s unethical for him to even be thinking of you in that way.

it’s been approximately a month since you’ve started going to this new school and to be honest, it was eating you up. chef park kept nit-picking everything you did, which honestly is what’s. teacher should do but not to that extent. you saw the way he was always looking your way when you were cooking. how he would yell at you across the room when you did something wrong ( even if other people were also doing it) it’s driving you insane to the point that you’re about to actually request for a change of teacher.

you were struggling to cook the steak to chef park’s desired temperature when you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned your head around to see a boy. if you’re not mistaken his name is jake.

“i see you’re kind of struggling with that, there’s a trick i do that always manages to cook the steak to chef’s park liking. may i?” he asked if he could touch the knobs of your stove. you nodded and he turned the heat to the maximum for a few seconds, turning the steak over on both sides while bathing it in butter , then he turned it to low heat, repeating the same action.

jay obviously noticed this and did not appreciate it. he should be happy seeing another student sharing tips with you but that wasn’t the case this time. without thinking he walked over the two of your laughing figures.

“sim! it’s very inappropriate of you to be talking with your little friend when you should be cooking..”

“oh sorry chef park. i was just giving her a hand. i thought you wouldn’t mind.”

you looked at chef park, noticing his glaring eyes on jake. is it that bad for a student to help another student out?

“well i do! back to your place.” he said not sparing you a glance while jake decided to not respond back and just gave you an apologetic smile before heading off.

“alright everyone, that would be it for today, but don’t forget that by the end of the semester you’re gonna have to cook something of your own, impress me okay? “

as students left you decided to have a word with the chef, wanting to know if he just truly just didn’t like you or if he had a problem with you being here, so you could change chefs.

there was another girl talking to him before you. he acted so different with her, so respectful, kind and smiley. his face sours up every time he’s talking with you, so you barely see him smile and you almost melted at it.

“is there a problem miss ______?”

you jumped out of your other world and looked at him. suddenly feeling shy. you felt your confidence slip away as he was now looking straight at you, waiting for you to speak.

“ well-uh i’ve been noticing how harsh you’re on me compared to the other students, did i do something to cause that?”

jay was taken aback from your straightforwardness, but he responded either way.

“ you just need more toughness out on you _____, do you want to be mediocre?” he was lying through his teeth. jay knew you were if anything, the best of the class, he couldn’t just say that out loud.

you on the other hand, were crushed. was mediocre all he saw in you? have you been lied to by your other teachers?

“ is the yelling necessary though ? there’s way to effectively communicate without yelling.” you hated being yelled at. every time someone raised their voice at you, tears would just fall like a waterfall. thankfully, you’ve managed to hold in your tears during class so chef hasn’t seen you cry.

“are you questioning my teaching skills now? “

shit. now you offended him.

“n-no that’s not what i meant, i just-“

“you don’t think i’m a good teacher ?” he said getting up closer to you, pretty much standing inches in front of you. suddenly you felt your heartbeat fasten.

“i d-do chef, i just kind of find it unfair?” you said, trying to not stutter all your words.

jay smirked, now standing less than a feet in front of you, grabbing your chin and holding it up, making you look straight at him. jay could definitely see your rosy cheeks that you were so embarrassedly trying to hide.

“am i making you nervous miss _____?” you only gulped, you didn’t even know what to respond to that, even though it was bluntly obvious based on your state right now.

the both of you didn’t say anything for a moment, the two just stared at each other, waiting for one to make a move first.

you don’t know exactly where you got the guts to actually make the move. you engulfed your chef into a suffocating kiss. the kiss itself was enough to show how much y’all were yearning for each other. jay was dying to do this ever since he laid his eyes on you, but you on the other hand, didn’t know how much you actually wanted to do this until now. sure you found him handsome and smart and literally perfect but you never expected for him to think of you the same way to the point we’re he’s actually kissing you back and heating up the kiss you once started. his tongue grazed over your lip. his hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling you closer, melting into his embrace. your lips tasted so sweet, jay felt insatiable.

both of you forgot about the fact that this was very much not allowed. the world ceased to exist to exist at that moment. there were no boundaries, no constraints, just the two of you.

jay’s hand traveled down further and further, now down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. the small action made you moan into his lips. even though your eyes were closed, you could feel him smirking at you.

your own hands travelled along his broad shoulders, down his shoulders. once again, confidence shot through you. your fingertips found their way to his belt buckle, about to undo it when his fingers wrapped around your wrist. stopping your movements.

“see you next class.” that’s all he said before gathering his things and leaving you there. high and dry.

that’s when you woke up. realizing what you were about to do, more like who you were about to do it with.

embarrassed. that’s what you were. he could literally lose his job what were you thinking?!

you let out a shaky sigh and left the empty room. all you need right now is a hot shower and sleep, you need to forget this ever happened. the worse thing is that tomorrow you still have to face him in class.

you knew showing up in the classroom that the two of you almost fucked in yesterday was going to be hard to show your face in. although no one noticed you, you just felt exposed. you refused to make eye contact with jay the whole time. jay definitely noticed this right away. he felt kind of bad in leaving you like that, but he knew that if he stayed there a little longer, he wouldn’t have controlled himself. he did think though, you looked kind of cute all shy and red, avoiding his eyes the whole class.

he took matters to his hands and approached you for the first time today, which was odd since he would’ve already yelled at you for something at this point.

“what are you working on miss ______?” his voice startled you, not even noticing he walked over to you.

“ just finishing the sauce for this.” you shortly said looking down at your food. jay’s stare didn’t leave your face once. and you could feel it very much. it felt hard to breathe at that moment. you have no doubt your face is boiling at his simple presence.

“ look at me when i’m speaking to you.” you didn’t want to. but he was still your teacher and the last thing you want to be is disrespectful so you looked at him. and god you wished you didn’t. those brown eyes have a world of its own. you found yourself staring at him shamelessly, forgetting he was speaking to you.

“are you even listening?” of course you weren’t yet you nodded assuringly.

“great then see you friday night.” you nodded but it took you a moments to realize what he said.

friday night? for what? this is what you get for daydreaming. embarrassingly, you asked him what he meant after you just told him you were listening to what he was saying.

jay chuckled and shook his head at your lie. “ i said if you were coming to the dinner i have set up for the class, since christmas is coming. and you responded yes, so you better be there miss ______.” he said with a smirk, palming your cheek. your eyes widened at his move. you looked around to see if anyone noticed, to your relief no one did as they were too focused on their food. “someone could’ve seen!” you whisper-shouted your chef. he just rolled his eyes and said “ just be there on friday, i have a gift for you.”

the last thing he said before walking away. you were left dumbfounded. what did any of that mean? you didn’t notice that you’ve doesn’t about 10 minutes just standing there thinking until you smelt something burning.

“your meat is overdone _____!!!” jake told you walking up to you turning the stove off.

shit.

you weren’t the one to like social events much. as a teenager, you barely went out with your friends. you were a proud nerd. always focused on school, that’s how you were thought to be, which explains how you’ve only made one friend (jake) ever since been here for months. now you’re gonna be forced to socialize for a whole evening.

you weren’t unprepared thankfully. you brought a couple of classy dresses with you, you could imagine that things like these were gonna happen. you eventually decided on a white silk dress. it was elegant yet comfortable for you. not too short or not too long as well. you decided to not do anything special with your hair and let it down.

you suddenly felt the urge to not go. the last person you want to see is your chef. you don’t see the point of going yet you kept doing your makeup, you just want to change into your pyjamas and lay in bed all night. a ding in your phone caught your attention, revealing a text message from jake.

-I’m here

it seemed like you have to go now. quickly you gathered your things and left your lot.

jay kept waiting and waiting. you was all he was waiting on. a bunch of people kept coming up and talking to him but he didn’t care. girls showed up trying to impress him, but nothing. he wanted you to come up to him, impress him.

what he didn’t expect is you coming in with some company. jake was obviously invited but not as your date, he thought. he could see his hand on your back as he said a few sorry’s for being late due to traffic. jay couldn’t focus on anything but you. what the fuck was jake saying to make you laugh so hard. was that on purpose? to see how he would react? jay couldn’t tell. it didn’t help how beautiful you looked tonight, more than usual. that fucker doesn’t get your beauty like he does.

the whole night jay kept quiet. stealing glances towards you and jake. when someone talked to him he kept his reposes dry. for a moment he could swear you stared at him.

jay didn’t miss when you stood up to go to the bathroom. he obviously took this opportunity to talk to you, if it wasn’t right now then it was never.

you left the bathroom, as a soon as you turned around, you were encaged. your breath hitched seeing who it was.

“c-chef?”

“oh please don’t act all innocent _____, i know what you’re trying to do.”

“i’m sorry..? i don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“coming in here with jake, wearing such tight dress showing off just enough to make me go crazy. do you realize how much power you have over me hm?”

you didn’t know what to respond to that. deep down you loved the way you made him feel. it was planned, at all, but it felt nice knowing how much little effort had an effect on him.

“ it’s not my fault that’s the way you think jay.” honourifics dropped. jay wasn’t expecting that response from you. the alcohol running through your blood was showing at the moment.

jay grabbed your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss. unlike your first kiss, this one was emerged in lust. both of your tongues entangled with each other. your hands rummaged through his hair pulling him closer to you.

all it took was a simple “wanna get out of here?” from jay for you to weaken in the knees, allowing your full submission to him.

“fuck jay, right ther-shit!” so much happened in the last thirty minutes, nothing could’ve prepared you to be eaten out by your teacher at that time.

you don’t even know how jay didn’t crash the car while driving to his house and completely stripping you in seconds. he ate your pussy like he’s been starving for months (which he was) your eyes rolled back, pulling his hair, engulfing him into you, wrapping your legs around his neck. jay was in fucking bliss.

“shit baby, you’re such a mess, so fucking sensitive.” he said pulling away from your cunt, earning a whine from you.

“such a desperate little brat. tell me, what do you want baby.” he said caressing your lips. you couldn’t stop biting them. from your angle, you could see everything of him. his sharp eyes staring down at you, his biceps, his chest, his abs, fuck you could cum right there.

“fuck me jay, i want you to use me.” unlike other instances, you didn’t break eye contact making him moan before grabbing your thighs and spreading them around his pelvis. your core was dying for his cock, it was noticible from how swollen it was.

jay rubbed his head along your folds before looking up at you for reassurance. you nodded, desperate written all over your face.

the first thrust in you was insane. the stretch felt like he was ripping up your insides. it was painful, a good type of pain. “fuck you’re so fucking big jay.” jay only groaned. he couldn’t even say anything, this was better than anything he could ever imagine.

once he was fully in he started to move in and out of your core, grabbing your waist, feeling himself in you. the crude sounds coming out of the both of you echoed throughout the house. jay’s hands played with your tits while you grabbed his waist, making sure he stays inside you as much possible.

“shit you’re so tight, that’s pussy’s all mine ain’t it?” his hand left your tits and started rubbing your clit while his thrusts turned very hostile you couldn’t even form words from the immense amount of pleasure.

“yes yes, it’s all your baby.”

jay didn’t think it could get better than this, but it did.

he flipped you over, now on all-fours, back arched. not wasting any time in fucking you from behind. he groped your ass, leaving his hand marks all over them.

you were about to explode when a ring could be heard, more specifically from your phone. you looked over it on the night stand seeing ‘jake’ displayed on the screen. shit you completely forgot that you just left him at the restaurant. you could call him back lat-

“answer it.” jay said from behind you sternly, fucking you even deeper.

“i don’t think i ca-“

“answer the fucking phone, it must be important.” as much as he didn’t like jake, it turned him on the way you could barely breath let alone speak while he’s fucking you restlessly.

you could barely talk but you managed to grab the phone and answer it, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“ sorry jake, i just wasn’t-hmp feeling well.” your hand went over your mouth to stop you from moaning into the phone. jay was just laughing in the background at your state right now.

“yea yea i-i’m so sorry, have f-fun though.” you nodded at his last sentence before hanging up and glaring at jay from behind you.

“fuck you!” you said then slamming your head into the pillow letting out muffled moans.

“i’m quite literally doing that baby.” you rolled your eyes in pleasure and annoyance. your orgasm was very close, even jay could feel the way you clench around him.

“fuck i’m cumming, so fucking close.” your weak voice said .

jay was on the same boat, he would’ve cum way earlier but it just felt so damn good, he wanted to treasure every moment.

“me too baby, c’mon cum all over my dick, do it baby.” that’s exactly what you did. your body twitched at the sudden feeling. your body going limp.

jay was also on edge, with a few more thrust he pulled out of you and came all over your back moaning in the process.

after the two of you balanced your breathing, jay laid next to you caressing your hair, the both of you were just giggling like little kids.

“so this was the gift you were talking about?”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting upset at my best friend for calling me a hoarder in passing?

My (29NB) best friend (also 29NB) have been going through major crises lately at the same time—we will call them Sun. So, yesterday, they sent me a text, when we weee talking about how they haven’t wanted to be over at my house for a while, mostly bc they don’t like my partner…although the subject was in discussion bc my partner and I are splitting up, and I will be living alone again in a couple months. At some point in this discussion, they mentioned the more pressing matter that’s caused them not to be over as much is that they are very allergic to one of my cats—but only the one I just adopted a couple years ago, they’ve had no allergy issues w the other one and they love her very much, she is their niece.

However, at one point, they mentioned that a few years ago, when I was using drugs a lot more irresponsibly than usual—to the point where I got injured from falling down the stairs—they had been speaking to my other close friends. Which is appreciated, and I knew about this already obviously since there was an intervention that happened around that time…the way they mentioned this was upsetting. Specifically, they mentioned that “they approached [other friend of mine] about my drug use bc they thought I was becoming a hoarder” and that MAJORLY triggered me—specifically the hoarder comment. The woman who gave birth to me/raised me is a hoarder, which is a well known fact to just about anyone who is close to me irl, especially anyone who’s known her irl, and ESPECIALLY Sun, who worked as her caregiver for quite a while. Also being compared to/told I am just like my abusive egg donor is the thing that will hurt me the most, bc she is the most cruel, manipulative, abusive people I’ve ever had in my life.

So the thing is, my house is indeed very messy…I have too much junk around, and it’s very difficult for me physically to keep anything clean. It’s actually one of the reasons I’m separating from my partner, and as ashamed as I am about it, I understand. However, it’s not a hoarding disorder at all—I don’t hold onto anything I don’t need out of sentimentality, and if I could wave a magic wand and simply get rid of all the extra shit I don’t need/make everything nice and clean, I would. Unfortunately, I am very disabled with too many chronic pain/fatigue conditions, and actually cleaning the house/sorting through shit to get rid of takes immense physical effort. But whenever someone offers to help me, I jump at those opportunities! I take things to be donated all the time (if I’m able to sort through the stuff that needs to go) and it’s entire worlds different than my egg donor refusing to give up several bins of my baby clothes bc she can’t bear to part with them, despite them never seeing use in her possession ever again.

So, I responded to Sun’s mention of a past conversation thinking I’m a hoarder, with offense and saying it hurt me. We had been discussing just downsizing and how we will be going through my stuff as we pack for the new place, and had mentioned that I should make sure to get rid of certain clothing things if they have holes/are worn out/whatever, which to me, sounded like they think I have a hard time throwing clothes away even if they’re not even wearable anymore. With that and the hoarding accusation in mind, I told them I was very hurt by this. I made sure to be respectful and kind yet assertive, but after explaining how this was an unfair assumption/description of me, they got upset and said I should’ve asked for clarification before coming at them.

Now, do me, I wouldn’t have even considered they meant anything other than how I interpreted it, so it would never have even occurred to me to ask for clarification if I’m not even aware there’s a miscommunication. Apparently, the reason they mentioned getting rid of clothes that have been too worn out is an issue they have themselves, but this isn’t anything I was ever aware of, and once again never would’ve thought was referring to anyone but me. They also say they’re aware that it’s my physical difficulties that make cleaning physically painful for me…but honestly, that’s not anywhere near the same as having a hoarding disorder, which is indeed what they’d accused me of.

Of course, I know the both of us overreacted—me, being offended about being accused of being a hoarder (especially since my immense difficulty cleaning the house is part of why I’m separating from my partner and is therefore something I’m incredibly sensitive about right now) and them, being offended that I took what they said wrong and being upset over some things they didn’t actually intend w what they said…but I’m just not sure if maybe I AM in the wrong here, for expressing being hurt by being called a hoarder here, or if I really am making the entire thing a big deal out of nothing.

So, AITA for voicing my offense at being called a hoarder?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[fatalhdton3]

Emotions are complicated

Wow episode 7 was just wow. Great episode overall, mostly focused on our good Boi Jaune and what he's been doing these last couple of years. First of the paper pleaser are just the funniest things I have everything seen on TV...okay maybe not the funniest but I got a good laugh out of me and that's what counts. So two elephants in the room are Jaune and Ruby. One one hand you have Jaune which is clear that he hasn't come with terms on what he did to Penny. Honestly I don't blame him, since in reality who did he have to talk to? While stuck in the Ever After he had to wait for team RWBY to fall then while doing so was tricked and betrayed by Alex, so Jaune hasn't even had the opportunity to vent his own anger and frustration. Now did Jaune words go to far when he pinned everything on Ruby yes...but that's the beauty of it anger and frustration are not rational emotions you can't plan for it when you just snap. Speak of snapping...it finally happen and again Ruby's anger is completely understandable, however like with Jaune she too went to far. Ruby is place in a leadership role and because of that she believes she can't ask for help, that's it okay to not be okay. Regardless it was a fantastic episode and stay tone for my thoughts on episode 8 and soon 9 in the following week cuz...woo weee that was rough

#rwby ruby #ruby rose #weiss shnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #rwby vol9 #rwby spoilers

[milimima]

Lol I see you G. Building me, growing me and preparing me. 🤣🤣🤣 lawdddyyy it be like dat tho. Kill even more. Ugh it’s been a process. Lol jhi like a lot. I ain’t gon lie the frantic side wanna say I’m scared but I’m really not. I know you got me and return I gotta have you and that shit heavy. I don’t want to disappoint you. And I won’t. This is just my life now 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I asked for change, growth and positivity and opportunities it’s just how you gon act when these opportunities get presented to you. Especially when it comes in ways you don’t expect, I guess that why we supposed to stay close to you, so you can guide us through. Build that trust and confidence in you. It’s really a beautiful, magical, crazy, peaceful, wouldn’t have it any other way thing 🥰 energy. Wouldn’t trade it. Na I’m good on dis side 🤍🤍🤍 ahhhh okkkayyy fuckkk ittt weee out hereeeee

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[modern-mecha]

My thoughts on the fnaf sb characters we have so far

Roxanne

Car person and can and will talk about cars for hours

Shes 100% a riot grrl

Very friendly but she still has to pull a mean joke or two but she doesn't really mean it

*cough cough* lesbian *cough*

Chica

a total mother figure

She loves it went people point out her cupcake or the stickers on her guitar

Health nerd but doesnt push it much

I feel like she was on freddys side at one point then she was taken over by vanny and totally fucked over by her,william or another animatronic (this is based on that one teaser)

Monty

Has a hella temper but he doesnt let it show when hes around kids (not Gregory tho lmao)

He plays golf no wonder hes a shit head 😬

Big boy hes like 6'4

Likes dark areas since he can see good in them

He smells like pool chlorine lmaooo

Freddy

Himbo father figure

Hes like "die irl" to monty

Caring he doesnt want to see others get hurt

I WANNA SEE HIM BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF AMALGAMATION AFTON RN THAT WOULD BE SO EPIC

Moondrop

He was super tame and had a sleepy laid back personality before he was taken over by vanny

Now he is like KILL

Still has that "im a funny lil man weee" personality

Totally thinks "today i will decide to cause mass chaos"

Sunrise (??)

I will protect this small child

Really good at hidding since they can cram their limbs in weird positions

Like moondrop they are jester/clowny but sunrise isnt fucking rude

Will give you spine crushing hugs

Vanessa/vanny

Is mentally ill and easily manipulated

You know the weird true crime community on tumblr? Yeah shes 100% apart of that and think aftons actions are justified

She might have a weird two face thing going on where she keeps getting possessed by afton but by the emails from the ar game i just think shes all bad

Shes probably gonna die at the end of the game tho :////

Gregory

Thinks about others more than he thinks about himself

Very smart and tech-y

Knows something is going on and wants to know

Maybe a friend disappeared there and hes looking for them and finds out about all this vanny shit

Existing animatronics that are from old games and at the pizzaplex

If bonnie bowl exists then the rest of the main cast exists too (we have already kinda seen foxys)

So mad this could have been an opportunity to put the hide and seek bonnie game from black bird in the game 🤬😡🤬😡🤬😡

El chip is there and he sings lil songs while u eat

If el chip is back they better bring back the fucking mediocre melodies if they dont i swear to god

The museum is pretty much why afton wants in on the pizzaplex

After getting basically dismantled by the detective he crawls out of the pond and wants to build himself up again and knows where to go

We might see the funtimes again but they might just be gross and melty and form another ennard to stay together

Another baby hate club is formed

We better see the puppet again i wanna know how shes doing 🥺🥺🥺

There is probably so much remnant in that museum damn

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #montgomery gator #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanny #fnaf vanessa #fnaf monty #fnaf theory #fnaf blackbird spoilers #fnaf sl #fnaf pizzeria simulator #fnaf puppet #fnaf headcanons

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

Hi! I heard you weee doing wand reading and was wondering if you could do mine. I recently redid the test. This is the original one and the latest one

These are so different I am amazed. I am guessing when you got the first one you were a teenager and you got the new one as an adult (but that is just a guess). Thank you for choosing me to analyse your wands.

So I will analyze these wands together in sort of a mix so I can compare their qualities well (don't worry I have analyzed both of Sirius Black's wands together this way before I deleted my account from here the first time).

P.S. Very sorry for being so late, I was unable to bring myself to do this one, it made me quite emotional at the first glance.

***

Beech: As I have said earlier, beech is the wood for the wise ones, the children beyond their years (some people call them the "to-be-burned-out prodigies" but I believe that not to be true). These people are progressive and some people say it is rare to see beech in the hands of a pure-bred (but there are always exceptions of course).

Redwood: Redwood wands are the so-called "harbingers of luck" but that is a long bygone myth. They are usually paired with owners who themselves are lucky and do not fear to take up opportunities whenever they see one (and that is not at all a bad trait, just to clarify. being opportunistic is in every human's nature)

Inference: This seems like such a genuine transition; as one grows, they see pain, they see betrayal and they change because of that. One experiences so many different scenarios that they learn that they might have to wrongly tread upon a few people to survive because the world now is cruel. In my brief experience with wandlore, I have seen such transitions, and I can confirm that these differences might make the master look like a completely different person but one never leaves their true self behind, even if the wand might make them appear like they have.

***

Phoenix feather: The rarest core of all. This one paired with beech shows extreme intelligence and a picky nature as the bird whose feather the wand wields is a free and wise creature. Paired with beech specifically though, it shows artistic liberty and a vivid boldness in the master and their magic.

Dragon heartstring: The core might not be rare but it sure is more powerful than all. Dragon heartstring shows this "flamboyance" in all kinds of its magic and has a signature flair that births from its master. Dragon heartstring represents variations and diversity (this means that the master changed in a way that they started fitting into their surroundings more than they did earlier).

Inference: Another very raw transition. This shows that the master went from being temperamental to being mellow and easy-going (which happens as one grows). This also shows a certain amount of experience gained by the master and how they gained a clearer and more realistic view of the world.

***

Reasonably supple: Wand flexibility shows the dubiousness and self-perception of a person, not only the wand's fidelity. Here, it signifies that the person who used it was young or a novice. Their thoughts took different shapes swiftly and they were impressionable

Hard: Here, the master's principles became rigid and unbreakable. This flexibility shows that the master gained a very restricted yet wide view of the world. Meaning that they know how it works but they think of it in several different ways, they have a philosophy, more than a fluid perception and in that philosophy are the grounded scars of their past.

Inference: Such vastly different flexibilities signify that the master was hurt before they learned more, that life has been more a journey than a lesson and they know that this is the best way to gain wisdom. This is such a raw form of change that some people might not be able to cope but as the saying goes, "What does not kill you, only makes you stronger." And in the end, life is all about becoming stronger.

***

13 3/4": This is a longer wand than most people own. This shows that the master has a high pedestal they have been set to and their peers look up to them, meaning that they are highly respected in their social and personal circles. This also shows high self-esteem and an unwavering sense of dignity and power.

13": This gets cut down by three-quarters of an inch, showing that the master mellowed out a little but did not lose that dignity and self-esteem on the way. This gives the sense of constance in life and a maintained image in society.

Inference: Sometimes, masters believe that wrongs that need to be rightened are the reason their wands lose their lengths but it is in the confines of such delusional proclamations that the wand becomes unfaithful for this shows practically gained wisdom and courage to admit to folly.

***

Lorist's Conclusion: This has been an eye-opener for an analysis. I have never witnessed such great change in wands and it shows that the master is capable of adapting and surviving in solitude as they are an independent self-nurturer.

#this is making me feel so vulnerable #wands #wand analysis asks #wand analysis #wand analyses #wand #wand lore #wandlore #wand lorist #wandlorist #asks #my asks

[nekowriteshaikyuu]

Temptation

it’s contagious to touch you, but it’s also tempting to do so.

pairing: Sakusa x reader

warnings: fluff (?)

summary: you love affection, but Sakusa doesn’t. For your sake, will he come out of his comfort zone?

a/n: so,,heard haikyuu is ending TT. i’m so sed i haven’t even finish reading the recent chapters so i’m slowly catching up. But anyways after like a 2 week hiatus, i’m back so weee. hope this one will make up for being gone for the past 2 weeks. enjoy !!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ sakusa kiyoomi ♥

you and Sakusa have been dating for about 3 months now. Surprising, huh? considering he’s a clean freak. Despite that, you see through his habit as a really loving and understanding person. And you’ve always love him for that. But there is still one thing that has never change for these few months.

his fear of affection with you. You’re the captain of the soccer team, and every practice, there is never a time you’re covered in mud. You’re constantly running in the field, under the scotching hot sun or lightly drizzling rain. Both of your practices ends at the same time but Sakusa always finishes earlier to clean up and do his daily cleansing routine. By the time you’d change into some thin dri-fit shirt, he’s already squeaky clean from head to toe. Don’t get me wrong, Sakusa adore you, he loves you. He really do. But just by looking at you all sweaty, mud on your shirt and some on your legs, as well as your really chapped hands, he feels really uncomfortable. He basically gags and cringe over the sight of you all dirty and contaminated with germs.

This actually was an issue you both face. You’ve always love affection, and he knows that from the very start of your relationship . Forehead kisses, back hugs, cuddles when watching a movie, just thinking about it puts you on cloud nine. But Sakusa is never one to give you affection. Maybe some light hand caresses, but even that makes Sakusa pull out his hand sanitiser and spread it all over his hand. It does upset you on how cautious he is with his hygiene but it’s wrong for you to force him out of his comfort zone to satisfy your needs. So you just live with it. As time goes by, your constant yearning for affection slowly dies down. You just felt impatient waiting for the day to arrive. Sakusa noticed it as well. You began to be cautious with your hygiene around him. You’re at least arms length away from him everytime he waits for you during practice so he won’t feel grossed out, you’d scrub your body hard, making sure you felt like every bacteria just dies from the shampoo you applied, you’re always never touching shoulders when walking home together. 

Sakusa felt a slight guilt that you’d do all these small gestures so he’d feel comfortable around you. He felt like he’s not doing enough to make you happy. He did tried to hold your hand once, but soon pulled his back to his side after the thought that he’d be at risk if taking that step forward. 

As time flies, you’ve already picked up the habit. Arms length away, keep clean at all times, shoulder width apart. You don’t feel like the relationship is as lively as it used to be. It felt as if there’s a wall, blocking you away from Sakusa, forbidding you to touch him. 

~

You sighed silently as you stare at the black board, chalk scribbles of math formulas across the board. You turned to your left and looked out the window, admiring the green grass growing in the soccer field. It’s been a week since you’ve been in the field. Your team finally graduated and it wasn’t compulsory to attend daily practices. You took this opportunity to rest and work on your studies, and just have moments with yourself to recollect your thoughts. As for Sakusa, he still attends training so you’d often wait for him in your class until he’s done to go home together.

It was after school and Sakusa left for training. You sat in your seat, watching the trees swayed from the wind. You yawned after staring back at your paper filled with black ink. You’ve been rewriting your english essay for a while now and you felt your hand ache. You decided to take a small nap, which turned into sleeping for a whole hour. 

Sakusa ended his practice and was obnoxiously exhausted. He was constantly passing the ball without break. He slowly got up from the bench and went to wash up. As he continue to do his daily cleansing, he noticed how you’re not replying his messages. Normally it’d take only seconds before you’d see his messages and reply. He even gave you a call but it wasn’t answered. He knew where you were waiting and immediately went to your class after cleaning up.

As he open the door, he was welcomed with you resting on your hand on the table, pen in your other hand. He slowly walks up to you and sat on the corner of the table beside yours. He envyed how you were able to rest peacefully while he was having difficulty keeping the ball constantly off the ground. He slowly admire your features. Your hair falling on your face, your eyes twitching and your light snores, He couldn’t help but smile under his mask. Unconsciously, his arm stretched out to tuck your hair that was covering your face behind your ears. He basically lost his breathe just watching you sound asleep. That small moment, he realised, how much he yearned for your touch. your hands weren’t chapped, but instead it was so smooth. Your shirt wasn’t covered in mud, but scented with your strong floral perfume, For once, he just had the temptation to pull you closer to him, and rest at the crook of your neck and take the moment to ease down after a tiring practice

You slowly woke up when you felt someone beside you. You slowly got up before making eye contact with your boyfriend who was silent for a while. 

“how long have you been here?” you asked with a groggy voice. He took a deep breathe, exhaled hard, and looked back at you before speaking.

“shouldn’t you have gone home if you’re tired? it’s not necessary for you to wait.” you slowly stood up , your hands up your head as you stretch from your nap.

“it’s okay, i had some work to do anyways” you struggled to reply as you continue to stretch. To you, it was nothing. But to Sakusa, it was like an opening.

Your waist wasn’t blocked by your hands, and it was just nice for Sakusa to pull you in his arms. The thought of it made Sakusa at ease. But he wants to experience as well aside from just imagining it. As you mindlessly stretch, twisting and looking out the window, you flinched as you felt a bold, firmed hand grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. Before you knew it, your boyfriend was settling into the crook of your neck. Just like how he wanted to for the longest time.

“o-omi?!” you’re practically panicking. The action was so sudden for you to process properly. You thought he did it out of force so you won’t feel sorry for him not giving you enough love. You tried pushing him away, but his grip tightened around your waist, giving you no way of escape. Sakusa slowly sinks in your touch, sighing under his mask. He could practically hear your heart beating faster than usual. So this was how it feels like to be touched, to be loved, with affection. For a moment, the thought of being contaminated and germs was washed out of his mind. All he was thinking about was how amazing it felt to hug you after so long of distancing from each other. (social distancing kidz)

You watch him as he rests onto you. You couldn’t help but smile, before placing a peck on the top of his head. You began to slowly play with his curls, feeling how soft and silky it is for the first time. You stood there silently as Sakusa takes the moment to wine down and ease up after an exhausting day.

“omi, we have to go home.” You said but he pulled you closer, sighing once more.

“just,,a few more minutes” He didn’t want this to end. He wants to hug you for as long as he can take it. But at last he soon let go after you lightly tapped his back. On the way home, he took the courage to hold your hand. You’ve never felt this happy. For a while, you’ve always been waiting for this moment to come, and it finally did.

You could see the invisible wall fade. Your shoulders were finally touching, hands intertwined with one another. You were so close to Sakusa you could rest your head on his shoulder.

“you’re gonna have to get used to this new habit of mine” Sakusa broke the silence. You looked up at him and noticed a hint of redness on his cheek, even with the mask on.

“hmm? what habit?” He turned away from you as he mumbled under his breathe, but you could hear clearly.

“...hugging you..” you just smiled before wrapping your arm around his.

“of course, omi~”

Well, let’s say that Sakusa is no longer fearing your touch no more. In fact, he yearns for it everytime now.

------ 𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕤𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕪𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕚 ------

a/n: yeaa i kinda changed my layout and style so i hope it’s slightly better !! i’ll try to improve it as time goes by but this is not bad for now teehee. also feel free to send in requests, i’ll try to write them :) but yeaa hope you enjoyed it <3

#sakusa x reader #hq sakusa #sakusa imagines #sakusa scenarios #sakusa x you #sakusa fluff #sakusa x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you

[ivadeshin]

Poppy Seeds (1/?)

“It was a rat’s nest,” Fjord reports, dropping heavily on the inn bed as Jester takes her haversack off her shoulder.

“It was worse than a rat’s nest,” Nott corrects him. “At least rat’s nests have rats.”

Fjord’s eyes narrow a little in disagreement, but he visibly decides to let it slide. “Anyway, the guy was long dead and the place was fallin’ apart, so we helped ourselves to his gold and some of his things.”

“You found his body?” Caduceus asks.

“We buried it,” Nott reports proudly. “His robes looked nice but we left him in them, because he probably wouldn’t want to be buried naked. Alsohiscorpsewasgross.”

Jester is pulling books of varying sizes and ages out of her haversack, making a neat pile in front of Caleb. “Weee fouuuund booooks!” She nudges the first stack toward the interested wizard and begins another pile. “But also, no offense, we are getting low on space in this bag, so if any of them are like, totally useless, please say so and we’ll sell them at the bookstore here, and not carry them along with us.”

Caleb, already cross-legged on the floor, is looking at each one and dividing them into one of two new piles while Nott looks on fondly. “This one I already have,” he mumbles to himself, “but the binding is much nicer. We can sell this... keep the other...”

“Ooh, ooh,” Jester says excitedly, drawing Caduceus and Beau closer as she pulls out a slim green book with faded endpapers. “This is the best one!”

“It is?” Caleb’s eyes light up and he reaches for it, not quite close enough to get it.

“It’s in Zemnian,” Jester stage-whispers enthusiastically. Caleb leans on one hand to reach further, snapping it out of her grasp and opening it immediately to a random page. His face drops.

“It’s... a cookbook.”

Several people groan or laugh. “In Zemnian, though,” Fjord says over the mixed reactions. “That’s a lucky find around here!”

“Yes, I can...” Caleb’s sarcastic tone trails off, eyes on Jester’s disappointed and slightly sheepish face. “... it, it was very thoughtful. To get. Thank you, Jester.”

“It was a nice thought,” Beau agrees, clapping her shoulder.

“I thought it might be math stuff,” Jester says quietly to her lap.

“It does have a bunch of fractions on every page,” Caleb concedes gently.

**

Later, when they’ve had dinner downstairs and the rest of the group has filtered upstairs or outside, Caduceus turns to Jester.

“I have a money question for you,” he says thoughtfully.

Jester perks up a little. “Like, what you should spend it on?” The idea of a shopping trip in this little village doesn’t sound like the most exciting opportunity, but they all just divvied up their new findings and if Caduceus wants to do it, Jester will support him.

“How much something costs, actually.” Caduceus lifts his chin slightly, indicating their room upstairs. “Selling something second-hand doesn’t get you nearly as much gold as if the thing were new, usually... how much do you think we would get for that cookbook?”

Reminded of her earlier embarrassment, Jester deflates. “Probably like twenty copper,” she admits in a huff of air. “Cook books aren’t super rare, and also, nobody can read Zemnian around here, I don’t think, so... why would anyone bother.”

Caduceus doesn’t seem similarly deflated. He just nods and tilts his head. The way his hair moves when he does this is very pretty, and helps distract Jester a little bit from what a goof she feels like. “But there are translation books, that go between Common and Zemnian.”

“Sure, like, someone could buy one and do that, but it’s a lot of effort for -” Jester’s eyes go round. “Do you want to bake Zemnian things!?”

Caduceus gives her a lopsided smile. “I don’t think a translation book would cost much, would it?”

**

“Backen für Alle,” Jester says slowly, struggling around the vowels as she tries to sound like Caleb. “It sounds like it’s about back hair. All-eh. All back hair?”

“Backen means baking,” Caduceus reports, flipping through his new phrase book.��“Fur... with dots... hold on.”

“Is this gonna take a really long time?”

“I’m sure once I get a few commonly used words it will go much faster. Words like ‘add’ and ‘pour’ and ‘mix’.”

“That makes sense. You’re so smart, Caduceus.”

“You spotted a book in a language you don’t even speak. That’s pretty smart, I think.” Caduceus smiles as he turns another page with ‘F’ in the corner. “Actually, I think being thoughtful is its own kind of smart. Remembering what everyone likes and needs... it’s important. And difficult.”

Jester feels her cheeks go a little warm as she peeks upside-down at the book. “For,” she says, beating him to it. “Baking for.”

“And then All-ee, or All-eh...” Caduceus hums and tips the book back, bringing it to the beginning.

“All-eh, I think.” Jester tries not to pay attention to how her forehead is almost touching Caduceus’s. She used to think she felt a little funny around him because he was so big and his nose and ears were so different, but then it was maybe because his hair was bright pink, and lately she just hasn’t been sure. “He says ‘all-ehs goot’ sometimes so maybe it’s the same word.”

Caduceus nods. “What does ‘all-ehs goot’ mean?”

“I think it means ‘calm down I’m fine’. He usually says it when he’s gotten beat up but not super beat up.”

“All,” Caduceus reads suddenly. “All. Baking for All.”

Jester bounces a little, grinning. “Great! We know the title now!”

#critical fic #caduceus clay #jester lavorre #caleb widogast

[lookslikechill]

Good evening, folks!  Wow!  I’ve gone and shot past 1,000 followers and I almost can’t believe it.  Thank you all so much, especially those of you who have taken an interest in my original content and tagged me in tag games and such!  Ahh, you’re all so lovely!  In celebration, I have some things to announce that I’ll be launching over the next week or so, and I’ll have some gifts and a bit of a game available for you guys to take advantage of!  

Upcoming:

Musical Monday:

A weekly musical prompt set of 5 songs & 5 highlighted lines from each song, each set being from one featured musician, and a weekly showcase of work by those who participate!  Thanks in advance to @livingdeadwriteblr who had assisted with the lineup in general/adding some artists I’m less familiar with.

The Tuesday Writeblr Review:

The purpose of this is to create an opportunity for people to have a reason to update their wips on a weekly basis and have a list of people they know are open to asks about their work, characters, etc!  I was going for something similar to Storyteller Saturday and WIP Progress Sunday (though it may have a more concise name now???) but I personally am typically VERY busy on Saturday’s and work Sunday’s all the way through, so this is to serve a similar purpose for people who are also busy weekend people!  Way more details will be included in the intro post, but basically: there will be a main post featuring a list of participating blogs, a monthly list of ask questions in five different categories, and a weekly overall update/compilation post including links to updates from everybody who opts into the list! 

(also @livingdeadwriteblr will be co-hosting, and has helped me develop this idea, big big thanks to him!  We have talked about having a discord server for this for more general, flowing chatter in general, but neither of us have ever started a discord server, so this is not a promise as of yet.)

The Icebox: A Mutual Page & Tag!:

Ooof, that Tuesday bit got lengthy!  Last but not least, I’m planning on starting up a Mutual/Family page and tag under the name The Icebox!  This will probably be the last thing to be launched, as I’m really gonna need a New, Fresh theme to house this as my current one doesn’t allow enough links!  (Feel free to shoot me suggestions if you have any.)

And Before You Move On To Gifts, Rules!:

1.  Be following this cooool fella! >points at self with thumbs< 2.  Reblog this post to spread the word. 3. Send in an ask for one of the gifts available!  And as many asks for the game as you like! 

Gifts, game, and taglist below!

Gifts:

✎ for a pen sketch of an object, animal, or plant you associate with a wip or character! ✒ for any words of your chosen, written by me.  Not in any way special, just in my handwriting. Hehehe. ▶ for a three-song playlist for your wip or character!  (please provide some description!!)

Game:

Send me a ⇝ for a picture of something near me, wherever I am, at the time I first look at the ask!  Could be an object, a drink, a food, a dog, or even a me?  You get to see some of my nonsense life, AND!  Send me a ⇝ and I’ll send you a random question about your wip!

Now to kick this off by tagging some people:

@livingdeadwriteblr, @farrradays, @requiemesque, @cawolters, @knightsofeclipse, @soul-write, @storyteller-kaelo, @quilloftheclouds, @elliswriting, @newdivinities, @lie-hart, @dahl-my-life, @inkspilledqueen, @undinisms, @cohldhands and I’m probably missing some people, at this point I’m having a weee bit of trouble keeping track of who my mutuals are oops.  

Also, I’ve been experiencing a lot of fatigue lately, so be patient with me on the gifts, please!  (And the mutual page/tag launch, as well)

#follower celebration #1k followers #writeblr community #writers on tumblr #ask games #long post #gifts #games

[whiteeducation]

Furbaby 😷

Maybe it is new - because I didn’t hear it growing up in Malaysia - or more likely perhaps it is a white person cultural difference, but my white people call their pets their...furbabies...*shudder*. People I love and respect refer to themselves as “mummy” and “daddy” when talking about, and more often, too their pets. Why? I don’t get it. We recently adopted a greyhound. And when I say recently, I mean a year ago. I have been living in a time vacuum in the last year organising and having two weddings, buying a house and handing in a Phd - but all that is for a different post. This post is about how much we love our greyhound, but you will never hear us refer to him as our furbaby *shudder*.

Dogs are cute, i meannnn just look - ours is weee black one with his paws on the fence. Terribly cute - still not our baby. Didn’t exit my fandango. 

Personally I feel like it is an unfair high expectation that we put on our pets when we equate them to babies or a child. Babies grow up; they learn, they understand and while dogs (and some cats) are intelligent they will never grow to understand or simply grow out of being an animal. Ours had a one day pass into our bedroom while we were at work - he is now an outside doggas - he ate through a door and proudly destroyed a plant ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ When he ate the plant - and door - there was not much we could have done in terms of punishment. We used it as a learning opportunity for ourselves. We learnt greyhounds destroy stuff, and will grin goofily for a picture after doing so. Hey, perhaps if we had kid and destroyed an expensive plant and door it would now be an outside kid too - but by remembering Nach (that’s his name Nachos) is an animal, it helped us understand him better. 

We love our dog. In fact, if you harmed our dog I am pretty sure my husband would turn into some sort of Liam Neeson ala Taken and Keanu Reeves ala John Wick hybrid. 

But our dog doesn’t sleep in our bed, he doesn’t eat from our plate and his needs are not put above ours. Cruel, huh? That said we celebrated his birthday this year and will continue to do so because greyhounds in bowties look amazing AF. 

We recently spent close to $500NZD at the vet because he had red eyes. Which did nothing by the way. It got better on its own. Nach is our first dog together and panicked, but also we felt judged. People and their furbabies *shudder* make us feel bad. With greyhounds, there are these collectives and secret groups and FB that mouth diarrhea express so much "facts” about what greyhounds need to make you feel bad about the way you treat (e.g., leaving your dog outside when you go to work, giving your dog supermarket grade dog food) your dog. We are learning that we don’t need to listen to no motherloving furbabies *shudder* owning grown ass adults to make us feel bad about how we love our dog - and fark, don’t feel bad if you have a furbaby *shudder* . Love your dog however you like, white people.

#greyhound #adoptdontbuy

[centipedall]

City Slickers 3

Nancy of the City Slickers was on the prowl. After the note was discovered at the yard, the City Slickers went on high alert. Any and all anomalous animal accounts were to be thoroughly investigated. Out of the seven they had received since the Spiders, four were just cats and dogs with mange. Another one was a bear that had escaped from some rich guy’s house. About a week ago, Nancy had personally torched a swarm of mutant pigeons constantly vomiting chunky black goo (which was another thing they had to look out for). Finally, there was today’s message. Somebody had seen a bigass snake through an abandoned factory window. Like, really big. Train big.

Nancy drove one of the Slickers’ big black vans up to the supposed snake pen. The factory was actually kind of small, compared to the unused lot it was next to. She kicked open the door and walked in, flashlight at the ready. Immediately, she saw something big and scaly. Nancy rushed to the side, up the walkway to her left. It carried her above the main floor, and she managed to creep up to a catwalk directly over what she saw.

Nancy had trouble making the creature out. She thought she saw a long, scaly thing strewn across the floor, one section ending at the door. She couldn’t find where the other end was. She also couldn’t see the part near the door, but the rest of the body on the floor was clear. It had large irregular armored patches of scale, with small spines poking out from the middle of each one. She could barely see the Serpent’s coils hanging around the catwalks. The monster was actually smaller than the report made it out to be. It was only small-car-big, and not subway-train-big.

The Snake’s body slowly shifted about, before settling back down. Apparently she hadn’t spooked it that bad. Nancy fingered the gun by her hip. Thank god she was sneaky enough to slip it past the bosses. Honestly, though. What kind of monster-hunting organization doesn’t allow guns? Personally, Nancy thought it was a test. That you were supposed to cheat and sneak them out, and only then were you worthy of a weapon. Everybody else? They were just pussies.

She slowly aimed the gun at the creature’s body. Hopefully, she’d scare it enough that she could find the head. Just as she turned the safety off, the warehouse doors slammed open. For the briefest moment, she could see the thick, short skull of the Serpent. Then, the glare eclipsed it. And a figure bathed in light strided in.

It looked like a normal man, for the most part. She thought she could see some weirdness with his skin, but other than that he was your average tank-topped citizen. The only weird thing was the head. He was wearing a patchy, rubbery-looking mask that bore a mild resemblance to a hammerhead shark- it had a wide, short head, and a mess of teeth all around its mouth. Everywhere that wasn’t covered by the mask bore blue, shark-like tattoos. The creature looked looked at the Snake, opened its jaws, and spoke.

“So. You have the stuff?” It had a rough, somehow spiky voice.

“Ahhh, yessss. I alwaysssssss havvvvvve it.” The Snake spoke like a typical cartoon snake, if someone applied the qualities of the “S” to every letter.

“Great. We can make this quiet and short. Neither the Great Shark or the Lion can hear of this, understand?”

“Offff courssssssse. We’rrrrrre innn the sammmme boaaat.”

“Okay. Now do it.” The man-fish pulled up its sleeve.

The Snake seemed to smile in an oddly human way, before opening its jaws and clamping down on the Shark’s arm. The Shark convulsed, and then it went completely still. Something had changed in it. And then, it’s head- the entire skull- started squirming. The ends of the skull twisted a full 360 degrees before suddenly snapping back. And it looked directly at Nancy with a wide, toothy grin.

She stumbled back- and slammed into a coil of Serpent behind her. A spine on it jabbed a full three inches into her back. A flash of pain raced through her, but was quickly replaced with another surge of pleasure. She gasped, and staggered forward. Her muscles spasmed, sending her over the catwalk’s rail and right in between the Shark and the Serpent.

She felt her ribs and arm crack- and a second later, heal. Nancy had somehow managed to keep ahold of her gun, and she quickly aimed it at the monster Snake. She fired twice, hitting the body square. One shot managed to pierce, while the other just bounced off of an armored patch. The Shark grabbed her neck from behind and threw her through a high-up window. She smashed through, landing on the pavement outside.

Unfortunately, she had lost the healing qualities, and she felt things crack. Her gun slided out of her grasp, and the doors to the warehouse slammed open. The Shark strided out and blurred. It’s body, now tinged grey, was suddenly replaced by a much larger creature.

The Shark was much more shark-y this time around. Its head was similar to a hammerhead shark, albeit with a few differences. For example, it had a series of nostrils across the front of the skull, and a couple of eyestalks on each elongated side. It also had millions of two-inch-long teeth all around its body. It had several fins on the underside that it propped itself up with. They started rapidly moving, somehow allowing the fish to waddle around. The Shark’s tail was curled under it, for some reason.

Nancy propped herself up, absent-mindedly pulling a shard of glass out of her skin. She cracked her knuckles and winced as blood leaked from in between the knuckles. Damn pieces of glass. Good thing it isn’t a vampire. They had a series problem with those things a while back. Apparently they were some species of helminth that induced an epigenetic shift, causing a medicine-resistant hemophilia.

She didn’t really understand how they- ah, shit. She realized that she had just been standing there for a second. She really needed to stop trailing off like that. In that time, the Shark had waddled a little closer.

“My colleague fought one of your buddies a while back. The Spider, I think it was called? Anyway, she squashed it like a bug.” She gave a devilish smile, which quickly faded.

The Shark’s pupils dilated and its nostrils flared, as it said, “Ooh. Could you say that again? I really like the pitch. Mmm. Yeah. Wait wait, stop moving. The way the ultraviolet light reflects off of you… Ohhh. What’s that taste?”

Nancy shivered. She recognized that tone of voice in some… choice encounters with others. She didn’t get those encounters much anymore. Not since the facial reconstruction. Not since that thing in the sewers. Not since Andr- Goddamnit. In the time she had reminisced, the Shark had shifted onto its back fin.

It launched forward, propelling itself with its tail. Nancy dodged, but was scraped by its toothy skin. It landed on the ground and spun around before launching again.

“OH, YOU SMELL SO GOOD!” It screamed as it flew past her. When it landed on the ground, it desperately lapped up some blood that she had dripped. She could see its denticles and teeth extend by a couple centimeters.

“The fuck?!” Okay then. Might as well be a vampire.

It was then that the Snake ambushed her. The creature wrapped around her, spikes piercing all over. Oddly enough, the wrap was less of a crushing attack and more of a tight hug. Whatever was in the spikes (venom, maybe?) was constantly rejuvenating her, filling her lungs with air and repairing any cracked bones. It was a pretty lackluster attack, if it was one at all.

“DAMN YOU, SERPENT! I WANT HER SCENT!”

“Sssssorrrry. I donnnnn’t liiiike ssssseeeeeing otherrrrsssss hurrrt. I’mmmm afraaaaiiiid weee miiiight havvve to challlllk thissssss downnnn to proffffessssssionallll diffferencccccesssss.” Nancy started to fade into a happy, dreamlike state. That explains why the Shark and this guy met.

“NO! GIVE!” The Shark slammed sideways into the Python, and was pierced by its spikes. At the same time, the Python began to bleed.

“YEAH! I SAW THAT! GIVE ME ANOTHER LOOK!” The Shark bit the Snake and tore a huge chunk off of it.

“WOW, THAT’S GOOD!” It eyed the Python’s head. “I WONDER WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE.”

It’s jaws clamped onto the Snake’s skull, and seconds later, it exploded in the Shark’s mouth with a shower of blue blood. Nancy felt the creature go limp around her. It slowly unraveled, and she climbed out.

“OH NO. DON’T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!” The Shark leaped in front of her and bared its blue-stained jaws. Then it looked up.

“HEY, BITCH! WHAT’RE YOU UP THERE FOR?! ARE YOU TOO SCARED OF ME!?” The Shark’s smile grew wider, seconds before a massive shape slammed into it from above.

“The Eagle orders you to cease and desist, or Her knight shall be forced to act!” The flier’s voice was neither masculine or feminine, but was deep and stately. It was filled with authority. It took a second for Nancy to notice that she had heard the voice only after the creature landed.

Nancy decided to take the opportunity to get out of there. She grabbed her gun, then dashed straight to the car. She was about a foot or two away when a shape landed atop the roof, caving it in. A second later, a scream of wind blended in with a crunch of metal.

She saw some kind of metal avian for a second, before it blurred grey(er) and became humanoid. It took the shape of a man in a metal suit, with a slightly avian helmet. The helmet had small bulges where eyes would be, and over the lower part of a beak-like jut was a cruel hook. From chinks in the armor, metal feathers peeked out.

“Madame, were you at all harmed by these uncouth beasts?” The beak of the helmet started moving a second before the voice started. It also moved far too fast for the slow words.

“Jesus Christ, of course I was harmed! It was a giant shark! And a giant snake! Wait- who the hell are you? Um, I mean, what the hell are you? Oh, and shouldn’t you be more worried by the Shark?” Nancy was rather flustered by the condition of the Slicker’s van.

“Do not worry about the Berserker of the Sea. That split cannot trouble this reality any longer. To do so would be a violation of the accords, and only the deeply suicidal and certain… things hold the accords in such disregard.”

Nancy was about to ask if the creature was like the Shark, Snake, and Spiders before she realized that she hadn’t heard any noise behind her for a while. She turned around, and saw a pulpy mass of flesh, from which a mass of cartilage extended.

“It is a shame that some of my brethren are such… miscreants. It is worse that Falcons like me must enforce such strict rules.”

“Oh. So I guess you’re related to the Spiders then. Say, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a party, would you? I think it might involve some of these, uh, ‘miscreants.’”

“I’m afraid I do not know too much about this. However, my Queen might. Please, come attend her court. I require you for debriefing.”

“Uh, actually, some of my bosses-” The Falcon cut her off.

“Do not resist. I shall be forced to treat it as further obstruction of the law, and must regretfully respond with due force.”

“Oh. You’re one of those assholes. Whatever. I agree.”

“Excellent. Brace yourself.” The creature shifted into an avian form, then took off.

“Brace myself? What do you mean- Oh holy fuck!” Nancy felt a pair of claws on her back before she zoomed away.

She could barely catch a view of the city before she felt herself tumble onto a concrete floor. She managed to stand up, and was faced with a court of Birds. It was an odd sight, actually: there was a purple carpet, a golden throne, and numerous golden ornaments set upon a long, beautiful table. However, the floor was a rough, unfinished wood, probably from a building with suspended construction. It was a beautiful sight, due to the fact that there weren’t any walls. In fact, Nancy could see all of downtown from here.

Ah, yep, there’s the shipping yard, the really big factory that was filled with chunky sludge, the rhizocephalans apartment, that old abandoned TV studio that never stopped broadcasting, the muppet butcher shop, and the bridge where all those toothless vagrants lived! Actually, they needed to check a few of those out sometime. Except for the factory. Nancy was pretty sure that was just a giant Vermin.

She was shook out of her reminiscing by a strong gale. Apparently, being high up with no walls had a few downsides. Surprisingly, none of the Birds around her seemed to be affected. She met eyes with the one on a throne, a robed figure with an ornate eagle mask and a crown, and it spoke.

“It appears you have had an encounter with the Maned One’s and the Great Lord’s servants. I do beg your pardon; the Squamata were once ours, but no longer. Now, I do trust you won’t tell your organization about our encounter, yes?” Somehow, its voice was even more regal than the Falcon’s.

“Listen, uh, whatever business you guys have going on, I don’t wanna mess with it. Can… can you just let me go?” Nancy was honestly getting kind of sick of monsters.

“Child, this might be a lucrative opportunity for you. We know where the Maned’s Affair shall be located. If you performed a few tasks, we could relay this information to you.”

“What would you have me do?”

“Simple. Just periodically relay information about your Organization to us. And we will give you the location.”

“What? No? Are you kidding me? I’m… I’m not gonna do that!” Like she was going to sell out for some monsters. Who did they think she was, that one guy who tried to bomb the statue on Pendulum Square? And then that big thing came out, the swingy clock freak. And then the guy was all “I wanna be your servant!” and about two-hundred people were retconned out of reality, and it was just a whole thing. And for whatever reason, only the Slickers and that cult remembered it. Ooh, the cult, what were they up to- Wait, she’s speaking again, what’s she saying?

“...shalln’t obtain your desires.” Damn, that sounded long-winded. Agree? Yeah, let’s agree.

“Ok, fine. Your passionate speech has convinced me to agree with you in the subject of….?”

“Being our Agent in your Organization?” Nancy detected a hint of- or, rather, a lot of- exasperation in her voice.

“Yeah, that. So, uh, your lackey totaled my ride. Can I… Oh my God where am I?!” Nancy found herself right in front of the Slicker’s HQ, a squat building that looked like it should’ve been shut down for asbestos in the 70’s. In her hand was an address. Huh. Up on the north side of town. A.. mansion, right?

Nancy pocketed the paper before walking in. Not an unusual mission, all-in-all. Well, no injuries though! But, on the other hand… she had no injuries, and thus had to do paperwork. Nancy briefly considered smashing her skull against the wall, but walked in anyway. Bureaucracy was better than the ICU, right?

It wasn’t.

It turns out that there were a few months until the party, so the Slickers had time to prepare. Any and all paranormal activities were to be declined to minimize loss of personnel. They decided to actually give people weapons training. And, most importantly, the guys at the top decided to roll out a new weapon. Something black, chunky, and quivering. And about to hatch. Nancy, meanwhile, found a note on her fridge. The little index card read “You owe us.” and was punctuated with a smiley face.

#city slickers #pretentious animals #vermin

[emilykworld]

Did I do the right thing?

14/12/2020

Tjonna weee

I have been moved upstairs on the system. I have been changed from Finance department to Human Capital. It’s not even legal department. I am now reporting to Mrs. W and not Mr. B..... I wanted Mr. b. I hope Mrs. W is very nice. I’m nervous about that. She’s been nice to me so far but I hope she’s good boss.

I am nervous about the decision to move out of finance. Especially since there was no raise, what’s my incentive? learning? I hope what I learn is worth it. W and V said that I’ll still have my foot in finance and they’re excited that I can bring my finance logic to legal. I am hopeful in that regard.

Lord. I know I did not pray before deciding. If I should have waited for a better opportunity, I’m sorry. I pray that this works out for me in light of your Will. I pray it works out that my manager is Mrs. W instead of Mr. B. I pray that my financial growth will come soon. I pray that I can afford a new house soon. I pray that I can be well off soon.

I pray that you will bless me to be diligent and kinetic in the new job so they can’t help but give me good money. I pray that I am also diligent as a student so I can easily qualify for any finance role I apply for, anywhere I apply for it.

Thank you for blessing my career and every one of my endeavors.

No matter what the result of the FM exam is, I know that my 2021 academic year will be one of great achievement and great marks.

I praise You for You are worthy to be praised. When Lazarus was dead for 4 days, Your Zoe proved itself. Your Zoe has space in my life and may it show itself. Show off in my life.

<3

[dragonandtiger]

Digimon 00 - Fragments - 33

Ken looked about in wonder at the Gekomon village, completely mystified. Founded over a swamp, the entire village was suspended on wooden bridge-like platforms, with little grass-hut buildings resting neatly upon them. The only solid-looking structure that could be seen for miles was a massive gray shinto-style castle high on a cliff-side hill overlooking a lake, far from the village itself. He scarcely paid mind to the castle, far more intrigued by the village itself and how delicate it appeared, yet the platforms felt solid beneath his feet.

“I guess it makes sense,” Ken said as he stopped to peer over the edge of one of the platform railings, finding to his delight that the water was so clear that he could see small fish of an array of vibrant colors swimming about the reeds. “They are frog Digimon.”

“Do frogs in the real world do anything like this, Ken-chan?” Wormmon asked as he looked up from the water to his partner.”

“That’s…” Ken faltered for a moment. “What I meant was that frogs live on lakes and usually are on lily pads, and that’s what this village kind of looks like.”

“That’s correct,” Bokomon said as he puffed his chest up. “Gekomon Village is a testament to Digimon ingenuity, and-”

“Weee~!” Neemon squealed as he leapt into the water, generating a splash that narrowly missed Ken and Wormmon but completely doused Bokomon from head to toe and sent the fish scattering in all directions.

Bokomon sputtered as he wiped water out of his eyes and glared down at Neemon.

“Neemon has digivolved to Fish Neemon!” Neemon said as he paddled around before laughing some more.

Ken giggled. “Congratulations, Neemon!”

Wormmon laughed along with his partner, his heart light as air. After everything that had happened, he was glad to see Ken smiling again. Returning to the Digital World had done him a world of good.

Ryo glanced over to Ken and the three small Digimon before his eyes trailed upward, to the looming castle on the hill. He and the rest of their group stood slightly apart near one of the bridges. “So, who lives there?”

“That would be TonosamaGekomon,” Nyamon said as she looked up at the castle as well.

“The pathetic turd of a Digimon we’re here to see,” FlaWizarmon said, flashing Ryo a grin.

Ken blinked before he turned to stare at FlaWizarmon, stunned by his words. “Huh?”

“That name sounds familiar,” Leomon said, arms folded stoically across his chest. “I believe the other Chosen Children may have encountered him in the past.”

Keiko sighed as she rubbed at her temple. “We’ve dealt with him before too. More than once.”

“He’s your typical bully,” Nyamon said with a shrug.

“Yep!” FlaWizarmon agreed. “Arrogant, loud, entitled, and opportunistic. There’s a reason he and KingChessmon have been at war for so long.”

Witchmon flashed a toothy smile at Ryo and Ken. “Because KingChessmon is also arrogant, loud, entitled, and opportunistic.”

“We’ve dealt with him before too,” Keiko huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Hopefully we won’t have to deal with both of those idiots while we’re here.”

“TonosamaGekomon once had a temper tantrum nap over losing at karaoke to KingChessmon,” FlaWizarmon said as he tapped his chin. “Everythin’ was peaceful for a while, thanks to that.”

“A… temper tantrum… nap?” Ken repeated, slowly.

“One that lasted for quite a number of years,” Witchmon added cheerfully.

“That’s some nap,” Wormmon muttered, a drop of sweat dripping down the back of his head.

“But all good things come to an end at some point, dontcha know,” FlaWizarmon said with a sigh. “The Gekomon forgot how bad they had it when the turd was awake, so they got someone to snap him outta his self-imposed coma.” He paused to shake his head. “An’ now he’s up an’ runnin’ again… and the feud with it.”

Ken furrowed his brow, feeling a pang for the Gekomon. The idea that they were getting dragged into a war that wasn’t of their own choosing was horrifying, to say the least. “That’s… awful.”

Keiko gently ruffled Ken’s hair and flashed him a smile as he blinked up at her. “That’s one reason why we’re here. Sometimes certain Digimon need a reminder that there are consequences to bullying others.”

“Who knows?” Nyamon said as she turned her gaze back to the castle. “Maybe having to rebuild his castle after getting his ass kicked mellowed him out - especially after getting sent to the Village of Beginnings by the Dark Masters.”

“I doubt it,” Keiko said with a snort as her smile faded away. “Lessons never last long with Digimon like him.”

FlaWizarmon let out a thoughtful hum before he glanced over to Ken. “Ken-chan, why don’t you stay in Gekomon Village with Wormmon, Neemon, and Bokomon, while we pay ol’ TonosamaGekomon a visit?”

“Huh?” Ken blinked. “Why?”

“It’s just stuffy politics, that’s all,” FlaWizarmon said with a shrug. “Pretty borin’, if I do say so myself. Gekomon Village is much more interestin’~!”

“Plus TonosamaGekomon has absolutely no volume control,” Witchmon sighed before pulling out a couple ear plugs from somewhere in her cloak. “It’s not fun trying to talk someone down while you’ve got to have a couple of these things in, you know.”

Ken hesitated before reluctantly nodding. “Okay.” He had a feeling there was another reason for the suggestion, but decided against pressing the issue. He wasn’t too keep on meeting a bully, anyway.

Wormmon schooled his expression to hide how his spirits dipped. It was obvious what their friends were doing; it was a sore reminder of his weakness. Still, he wasn’t about to say anything, as Ken’s safety mattered far more to him than his wounded pride.

FlaWizarmon turned to give Bokomon a pointed stare, who jumped before turning to face Ken.

“Come, young Kindness!” Bokomon said as he gently took Ken’s arm and began leading him onwards. Ken stumbled a step as Bokomon pulled him along, but was quick to catch up. “You simply must try the local cuisine!”

“You’ll love it!” Neemon said as he climbed out of the water and hurried after the two. “It’s made with real flies!”

Ken jerked at that. “What!?”

“G-gross,” Wormmon said with a grimace.

“The hell it is!” Bokomon turned back to hotly snap at Neemon. “Don’t put strange ideas in young Kindness’ head!”

Ryo waited as Bokomon and Neemon wandered off with Ken and Wormmon, before he finally glanced to Keiko. “So… why, exactly are we leaving Ken behind?” he asked quietly.

Keiko leaned in close to speak lowly in Ryo’s ear so that Ken wouldn’t overhear. “TonosamaGekomon is a giant pervert and Ken-chan is way too cute.”

“A precious cinnamon roll,” Witchmon agreed, with a smile.

“Wait, but what about y…” Ryo trailed off at noticing Keiko’s piercing red stare. “Nevermind.”

Keiko held up a fist as the light dimmed around her hand. “You become a lot less cute to a pervert when you can destroy his crotch with a single punch.”

Instinctively, Ryo crossed his legs and cringed. Even Leomon’s stoic expression cracked with a grimace while FlaWizarmon’s smile faltered just a touch.

Nyamon’s eyes flashed dangerously as a wicked smile appeared on her lips. “And that’s not even going into what I did to him for trying.”

“S-sorry I asked,” Ryo muttered.

Keiko relaxed and lowered her hand as the light around it returned to normal. “Plus, KingChessmon might charge in there to pick a fight again, and he’s just as big a pervert.”

“‘Sides,” FlaWizarmon said as he pulled the brim of his hat down. “It’s better Ken-chan not be there… just in case.”

“In case of what?” Leomon asked as he arched his eyebrows.

“In case TonosamaGekomon has already decided to side with Millenniumon, or is considering it and isn’t willing to see reason,” Nyamon replied. “While he’s fairly arrogant and would typically reject the idea of serving another, if he thinks he can gain from from it in any way…”

“Such as, y’know, certain promises - like aid against the Chessmon,” FlaWizarmon piped in. “Well, it might just convince him that there’s an opportunity to take advantage of.”

Witchmon waved her finger in circles beside her head as her ghostly cat drifted above her hat in a similar motion. “The rumors floating around at least hint that he might be getting offers. It might just be all talk, but I don’t think it’ll hurt to remind TonosamaGekomon to behave.”

Leomon blinked slowly before he furrowed his brow. “And if he is interested in an alliance?”

Nyamon gave the lion Digimon and Ryo a vicious, toothy grin. “He’ll be too busy being reborn to cause trouble.”

Ryo grimaced as he rubbed the back of his head. He was never going to be comfortable with killing, even if the Digimon deleted would be reborn afterward. “In that case, Ken definitely shouldn’t go.”

“‘Xactly,” FlaWizarmon said, cheerfully.

“Like we said,” Witchmon chirped as her hands came together. “He’s a precious cinnamon roll.”

Nyamon nodded before she turned her attention to the castle, her expression grim. “Alright then, let’s go see TonosamaGekomon.”

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The interior of TonosamaGekomon’s castle was dreary, to say the least. With its bland gray stone walls and floors and sparse decoration, there was barely any color to brighten the atmosphere. The expressions on the Gekomon that loitered about were similarly dreary, offering no commentary or resistance as they simply watched the Chosen Children and their entourage as they marched right into the palace throne room.

The throne room was a stark contrast to the rest of the castle. Every wall offered up banners, hanging scrolls, and paintings, while statues and vases so ornate they practically bordered on tacky cluttered the sides of the room, giving little space for the retainer Gekomon to bow on the tatami mat floor. Far at the end of the lofty, overly adorned room rested the imperial seat. Beneath silk drapes, gilded statues, and gold trimmings, the massive throne made of stone was positively modest as it supported a bloated frog the size of a two storey building with tuba pipes sticking out of his back.

TonosamaGekomon practically choked on the cup of sake he had been drinking as he spotted the Chosen. “You!”

Keiko paused to give an ironic wave and a wicked smile. “Good afternoon, pervert. Remember me?”

TonosamaGekomon tossed his cup aside, glaring down at Keiko with the revulsion of a homeowner watching a band of cockroaches invade. “As if I could forget. You have a lot of nerve waltzing into my land so casually, you little tease.”

“An’ you got a lotta nerve takin’ that tone with Lady Keiko,” FlaWizarmon replied, cheerfully. “So we’re even~!”

Ryo blinked before he turned questioningly at Keiko. “Tease?”

Keiko’s expression deadpanned as she jerked a thumb at TonosamaGekomon as she swished her skirt. “I wouldn’t serve him sake or sing for him even though I happen to be a girl in a pretty dress.”

Nyamon rolled her eyes, her mouth twisting in distaste. “He acted like it was a crime against nature.”

Ryo grimaced. “Ah. I see.”

Keiko looked around at the gathered Gekomon as they kept their troubled faces bowed close to the floor. Scowling, she turned her sharp red eyes to the tyrant on the throne. “You’ve been bullying the Gekomon and Otamamon again.”

TonosamaGekomon paused at that, a war between pride and fear warring on his face before his nostrils flared. “I am their king, and they will do as I say. There is no bullying involved.”

Ryo looked around at the Digimon forced to serve TonosamaGekomon as well. He could see how they were afraid to look up from the ground, occasionally cringing and twitching whenever the giant frog’s voice rose. The obvious injustice sent a rush of anger through him. “They don’t look like you’re treating them well at all.”

Witchmon cradled her cheek in one of her large hands. “Oh my, oh my. So it would seem, Lord Ryo. I guess TonosamaGekomon still hasn’t learned his lesson from last time. Maybe he needs another lesson~?”

TonosamaGekomon turned his focus to Ryo, narrowing his eyes, though he kept warily glancing at Keiko and Nyamon. “These Gekomon are my servants, I treat them precisely how they deserve to be treated, and they in turn respect me as their ruler and want my rule. I am beyond the reproach of some humans.”

“Naw, I’m pretty sure Lord Ryo an’ Lady Keiko can reproach you as much as they like,” FlaWizarmon said, with a shrug, before his grin grew menacing. “So you might wanna tone it down, ya get me?”

Witchmon flashed a smile full of spiked teeth at the giant frog. “And about that ‘wanting you to rule’ part… Turns out there’s a lot of word going around about the Gekomon and Otamamon having ‘buyers remorse’ about the whole thing.”

TonosamaGekomon bristled. “How dare you!”

“Be quiet,” Keiko said, her sharp eyes cutting massive Digimon down to size. “We already told you how you should be treating the Gekomon and Otamamon. Cut the crap out and stop abusing your power over them. Now.”

TonosamaGekomon went silent, his body going rigid as he tried to meet Keiko’s gaze and overpower it with a glare of his own. However, he couldn’t even last a minute before he seemed to deflate, his mouth pulling tight in a grimace. Although he refused to speak, he bowed his head and turned his eyes to the floor.

“Thought so.” Nyamon said, with a snap of her tail.

“Things have already gotten off to a wonderful start,” Leomon said, keeping his voice low as he looked at Ryo. “Whether it’s all bluster or not remains to be seen, but it does feel like a fight is inevitable.”

Ryo nodded, his expression grim.

“So, you seem to have recovered well enough after getting assassinated,” Witchmon said as she pressed her fingertips together. “Right back to fighting with the Chessmon, are we, dearie?”

TonosamaGekomon recovered surprisingly quick as he rose from his throne, puffing up his chest until he looked like a balloon. “Of course! Those fools won’t stop encroaching on my land, and even have the audacity to cheat at karaoke! I’ll make him rue the day he trifled with me!”

“What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is also mine,” FlaWizarmon said, with a smile.

Ryo stared at TonosamaGekomon, dumbfounded, before he turned to Keiko. “How do you cheat at karaoke?”

Keiko shrugged. “You unplug your opponent’s microphone.”

“Oh, is that what happened?” Witchmon asked as she tilted her head back and tapped her lower lip. “I heard that TonosamaGekomon lost because he turned up the volume of the speakers past max and wailed so loud he blew up the electronics. Something about drowning out the competition means you win? If his microphone was unplugged, well that explains it! His voice was too soft and dulcet to be heard, I’m sure. Just listen to it now!” She patted her palm against her ear. “I’m only half deaf from it!”

“Quite frankly, I don’t think either of ‘em could sing if their lives depended on it,” FlaWizarmon said, with a shrug. “So the only winners are those lucky enough not stuck listenin’!”

“Lies, lies, all lies!” TonosamaGekomon snapped as he slammed his foot down over and over, causing the castle itself to quake. The Gekomon shrieked and immediately scattered from their king, but the Chosen remained firm in the face of such a tantrum. “No doubt you’ve been listening to that lying cur, KingChessmon! I would have won, and he knows it! My voice has no equal!”

Ryo’s brow furrowed as he stared at the frog Digimon, feeling rather at a loss. “That’s a rather petty reason to go to war…”

“When death is nothing but a painful inconvenience, Digimon tend to not need a good reason to go to war,” Nyamon said, flicking her ear.

Keiko sighed and put a hand on her hip, her rigid demeanor softening just slightly from fatigue. “Why do you think so many Digimon go right back to their evil ways after we execute them for their crimes? It’s a punishment that sets them back for a while more than anything else.”

Ryo rubbed his face with both hands and slowly shook his head. “I’m never going to get used to that.”

“Good,” Nyamon said. “You shouldn’t.”

“Anyway,” FlaWizarmon said, raising his voice to prevent the conversation from derailing. “So I reckon yer real busy then? Real busy? Far too busy to stick yer froggy nose in other people’s wars?”

TonosamaGekomon froze at that. He was silent for a moment before he burst out in loud, condescending - and above all unconvincing - laughter. “H-how ridiculous! As if I would ever have any interest in serving another!”

FlaWizarmon tilted his head as he quirked an eyebrow before sharing a look with Witchmon. “Yeah.” He focused on TonosamaGekomon with a narrow gaze. “The thought’s just totally ridiculous, right?”

“Completely!” TonosamaGekomon said a little too quickly. “What an absurd question! You’ve clearly wasted not only your time, but mine as well! As if I have nothing better to do than answer such a ridiculous question!”

“‘Cuz there ain’t no way you’d ever get offered anything that might make ya consider a temporary alliance,” FlaWizarmon said, his smile widening. “That just ain’t gonna happen.”

TonosamaGekomon flinched before he puffed out his chest, making his massive body look even bigger. “Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!”

“Right,” Witchmon said with a giggle. “Totally ridiculous~!”

“Just as ridiculous as you forgetting to treat the Gekomon and Otamamon with kindness?” Keiko cut in with a dangerous edge to her voice.

TonosamaGekomon jerked, perspiring a bit for a moment before letting out an annoyed exhale. A smile twisted at his lips as he forced a faux friendly attitude that was as transparent as a clear pond. “Perhaps I may have been a touch too harsh with my subjects, but you have reminded what true kindness is and all that. I’ll be sure to keep my lessons to heart as their one and only ruler who will never bow down to any Digimon. You can leave now and not give me or my subjects a second thought.”

Ryo grimaced. There was no doubt that their misgivings were correct. The rapidfire lies TonosamaGekomon spat out not only revealed it all, they cringeworthy to listen to, especially due to how loud and booming the giant frog’s voice was. He inched closer to Keiko and whispered near her ear. “What should we-”

“L-Lord TonosamaGekomon! Lord TonosamaaaaaaGekomon!”

The Chosen immediately turned to watch as a Gekomon ran into the throne room and past the group with arms flailing, going so fast in his blind panic that he kept nearly falling over his own webbed feet.

“T-t-the Chessmon are attacking the town!” the Gekomon croaked out before he fell to his knees in front of their king. “S-s-save us!”

“What!?” TonosamaGekomon thundered before he whirled to face the Chosen as his face turned red with anger. “You! Is this your doing!? Did you come to serve as a distraction!?”

“Nice change of topic, croaky,” FlaWizarmon said, pulling down the brim of his hat over his eyes.

“Ken-chan’s in danger!” Nyamon said as she turned to Keiko, her ears canting back.

“T-that’s right!” Ryo said, his eyes wide. “We left Ken in town!”

“Witchmon!” Keiko shouted as she turned to the witch. “Take us back, quick!”

“You got it, dearie!” Witchmon said, drawing up her cape. With a flick of the fabric, the Chosen disappeared, leaving behind only the haunting cry of her ghostly cat behind.

TonosamaGekomon glared at where the humans had once been, his expression severe. His bulbous eyes swept the room for any sign of the Chosen before he let out a low, dangerous croak. He turned his attention to the Gekomon that trembled at his feet. “Let Millenniumon know-”

A matchstick the size of a sword with a tip that burned with blue flames struck TonosamaGekomon in the cheek. With a sickening crunch and a choked croak, his head flew off his shoulders. His face was one of bewilderment before the flames engulfed his head and reduced it to data before it even hit the floor, with his bloated body exploding into nothingness shortly after.

FlaWizarmon grinned as he twirled his matchstick, then fixed his gaze on the horrified Gekomon. His piercing gaze lingered for a moment until the frog dropped to its belly in a bow in supplication. FlaWizarmon twirled another oversized match idly in his hand as he walked past the empty throne. He watched the Gekomon cringe as he approached and paused just behind the cowering frog. “Let Millenniumon know that we’ll be fixin’ his ass soon enough, too.”

The Gekomon let out a squeak of a croak, barely managing to respond to the order. “Y-y-yes, sir.”

FlaWizarmon exhaled, noting the irony of the fear he had instilled in one of TonasamaGekomon’s subjects as he walked away, his footsteps echoing through the castle that lost its king.

---

Chaos greeted the Chosen Children when they reappeared in the heart of the village, as Gekomon fled screaming towards the castle. Some hurried across the bridgeways while others opted to leap directly into the water, abandoning land for the security of the lake.

The group barely paid the fleeing Digimon any mind, instead racing towards the last place they saw Ken and the rest of their friends. Nyamon quickly darted ahead, much faster than the rest of the crew, as she all but shoved panicking frogs out of her way.

“We left Ken somewhere around here!” Nyamon shouted to be heard above the din.

“He’s with Bokomon and Neemon,” Leomon said. “So, they should-”

Leomon gave a start as two blurs passed him by, and he turned his head just in time to see the backside of Bokomon and Neemon while they flailed and screamed like the Gekomon as they retreated without much dignity.

“...Be completely useless~!” Witchmon said, with far more cheer than the mood called for as she pressed her fingertips together.

Ryo whirled to gawk after the fleeing Digimon. “Bokomon?!”

Bokomon gave a jerk at his name and stumbled forward, tripping on a board before landing on his face. Grimacing, he pushed himself upwards and glanced back, relief washing over him as he spotted his friends. “L-Lord Miracles! L-Lady Darkness! O-oh, t-thank goodness!”

FlaWizarmon appeared in a burst of black flames just in time for Neemon to race right past him, squealing and flailing while bumping into every Gekomon and sending them flying along the way. He wasn’t sure whether to be amused or disappointed, but he didn’t pause to think about it for long as he turned to Bokomon. “Where’s Ken-chan?”

“O-oh, it’s awful! Simply awful!” Bokomon wailed as climbed back to his feet, beginning to bawl. “Th-they’ve taken young Kindness!”

“What!?” Ryo shouted as he instinctively drew closer to Bokomon. “Where is he? What happened?”

The air darkened around Keiko as ferocity consumed her and twisted her expression into a promise of death and destruction. A quick look around was enough for her to judge where the Gekomon were fleeing from and that was where she ran, with Nyamon already racing two steps ahead of her.

FlaWizarmon’s eyebrows shot straight up before his expression darkened, and he looked up just in time to see a Keiko and Nyamon charge right into the chaos. He clenched his fists so hard they quaked before he took off after them.

Witchmon lingered a bit longer than her partner and pulled her broom down closer to Ryo. “Hop on, dearie. We’ve got to jet.”

Ryo had barely started moving when he saw the others running, but was quick to obey. As he held on tightly to Witchmon’s back, the present faded beneath the terrible memory of blood and Ken standing above him screaming as Piemon’s attack hit home. If it wasn’t for him, for the sake of protecting him, his best friend would never have been injured, never fell into a coma. He swore he’d never allow such a terrible thing to happen again, and yet… “Damn it!”

“Let us hurry!” Leomon said, snapping Ryo back to the present as he brought up the rear, his expression grim.

As they rushed towards the danger, the Chosen Children and their fighting entourage soon found themselves encountering an entire army Digimon that all resembled chess pieces. True to expectations, the most numerous of the attackers were white and black Digimon resembling pawns with arms and legs attached - aptly named PawnChessmon. The PawnChessmon chased after the fleeing Gekomon with spears, chasing their fleeing opponents across bridges and breaking down doors of every hut they came across.

One of the white PawnChessmon noticed the Chosen rushing towards them and immediately turned to face them, holding his spear threateningly. “Halt-”

Nyamon cut the PawnChessmon off with a fist to his face, crumpling his armor inwward and shattering him into data upon impact. She flew forward through the cloud of digital dust, landing on her feet before she crouched and glared at the other PawnChessmon as many stopped their carnage to stare in horror at the felling of their comrade.

“Return Ken or die.” Nyamon growled, baring her fangs, as her teeth blazed with fires so brilliant and deadly that her opponents recoiled at the mere sight of her.

The army of PawnChessmon stepped back, glancing at each other anxiously. While numerous, they were still Child level Digimon and completely unprepared for real resistance - especially that of Nyamon’s calibur, let alone the rest of her comrades.

“Looks like ya’ll weren’t prepared for a real fight,” FlaWizarmon said, with a vicious grin as he twirled his large matchsticks in his hands like batons. “That’s just too damn bad, ain’t it?”

“No one else has to die if you return Ken-chan safely to us~!” Witchmon practically sang as she hovered high above the throng on her broom. Her ephemeral black cat crouched in her lap, baring its teeth and hissing at the assembled Digimon. “But if you’ve harmed even a single hair on his sweet little head…” Her smile widened to reveal many teeth that were far too sharp.

Keiko raised her hand enshrouded by darkness to the cowering army, her red eyes blazing with murder. “Bring Ken-chan back. Now.”

“Where is he?!” Ryo demanded. “Where’s Ken!?”

“You would do well to answer, if you value your lives!” Leomon said as he clenched a fist, aiming it at the nervous army of Child Digimon.

The PawnChessmon looked at each other anxiously as they shuffled about, attempting to regain their composure by finding safety in numbers, though it was clear that none of them was entirely willing to place their faith in it. Just when it seemed like they would abandon their ranks and flee, a voice came from behind them.

“You are brazen, I will give you that,” a Chessmon wearing black bishop robes said as he strode through the pawns to meet the Chosen’s hostile stares. “And incredibly foolish.” He directed his sceptre at the Chosen. “To side with the Gekomon over the clearly superior Chessmon is nothing more than the height of foolishness.”

“We didn’t side with nobody,” FlaWizarmon said, with an easy-going smile that did nothing to dilute his threatening stare. “Seems you lot are the ones pickin’ the fight by takin’ one of our own - who yer gonna return immediately.”

“If you are referring to the princess that you left behind, that’s entirely your own fault,” BishopChessmon said with unwavering calm. “Only a fool leaves a princess unattended in a warzone.”

“Princess?” Ryo repeated slowly, furrowing his brow.

“Ho boy,” Witchmon muttered. “This is sounding a little too familiar…”

Keiko felt her stomach twist as she realized the awful truth. “Ken-chan!”

“The princess is now a guest of KingChessmon himself,” BishopChessmon declared, with great authority in his voice. “And he shall remain so.”

“The hell he will,” FlaWizarmon growled, narrowing his eyes.

BishopChessmon lifted his hand in a beaconing gesture. “Then come! For only over my dead body shall-”

The blinding light of evolution cut him off, as Nyamon was soon replaced by Nyxmon. The angel Digimon fixed her blazing eyes on BishopChessmon, her wings fanned in a threatening display as the PawnChessmon all began to panic at the sight of the Ultimate Digimon before them.

Nyxmon’s lips curled up into a feral snarl as she brandished her scythe. “As - you - wish.”

---

Ken had never seen so much pink before in his life. A big pink bed with white frill sat in a room with pink furniture, white and pink curtains, dark pink carpet, and light pink wallpaper. Pink plushies of all adorable shapes and sizes rested everywhere along with pink flowers and ribbons tied in ever increasingly complicated bows. Even the white was starting to look pink when next to so much of it, creating the most stereotypical girly girl room that had ever existed.

And Ken couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he was now locked within that room. He sat on the bed, holding Wormmon protectively in his lap as he took a long look at his surroundings, trying to make sense of it all. Everything happened so fast, with the sudden appearance of walking chess pieces rushing in and terrorizing the Gekomon to suddenly being whisked away by said strange armored Digimon. It took everything he had just to keep his hold on Wormmon, so that they didn’t get separated.

“It’s okay, Ken-chan,” Wormmon said, too sullen to feign cheer. “I’ll protect you.” The words felt hollow, even to him. But then, it was hard to be confident when his attacks were straight out ignored as both he and his partner were carted away. He may as well not have even been there, for all the good he did.

Ken looked down at Wormmon and tightened his grip on his partner, hugging the depressed Digimon close. “I… I’m sure the others will be looking for us. We just need to wait until they get here.”

Wormmon couldn’t respond, both his head and antennae drooping. If he had been a better partner, then Ken wouldn’t need to wait for the others. Ken wouldn’t have been kidnapped in the first place.

Ken returned his attention to the room, furrowing his brow as he ran his fingers along the fluffy pink sheets, sinking down a bit in the bed due to its extreme softness. The mattress felt more like a giant pillow than a proper bed. “Still, it’d be nice to know what’s going on. I mean, it’s better than a cell, but-”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened, causing Ken to jump. He whirled to stare as a white armored BishopChessmon, entered the room. He tensed up, watching the large Digimon scan the room before focusing directly on him.

Ken felt a chill up his spine at the BishopChessmon and held Wormmon protectively close. “What… what do you want?” He tried to keep his voice from breaking, to show less fear than he felt, but didn’t quite succeed.

“His Highness wishes for you to join him for dinner,” the BishopChessmon said, his tone and stance purely business. He paused before his eyes flicked over Ken from head to toe before focusing on the child’s suspicious face once more. “When you are dressed more appropriately, of course.”

“Dinner? What…?” Ken began before he paused and furrowed his brow. “What? What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?”

“It is not quite… befitting a princess,” BishopChessmon said. He then gestured towards the large armoire by the wall with his sceptre. “A large selection of appropriate gowns and accessories have been provided for you. Please wear whatever you like.” He paused for a moment before gesturing to Ken. “Except for that.”

Ken blinked at that before his eyebrows shot up. “What?” He then quickly shook his head. “But I’m a boy!”

BishopChessmon didn’t even blink. “That is irrelevant.”

“Irre… how is it irrelevant!?” Ken demanded to know. “It’s the truth!”

“His Majesty has decreed you to be a princess, and thus a princess you are above all else,” BishopChessmon said. “And princesses wear dresses.”

“Princesses are girls!” Ken retorted.

“And yet you are both a princess and a boy,” BishopChessmon said, sagely. “Therefore, your assumption is incorrect.”

“That’s not… that’s not how it works!” Ken protested as he stood up, wobbling a bit due to the softness of the bed. He clutched Wormmon tight so as not to lose his grip on his partner as he tried to regain his balance before straightening up. “I’m not a princess!” He freed a hand to make a sweeping gesture for emphasis, only to yelp when he nearly fell over.

“Ken-chan is right!” Wormmon protested. Though he wasn’t entirely sure why Ken was right, he would not hesitate to support his partner.

“You are a princess,” BishopChessmon said, firmly. “And you will dress appropriately for your dinner with His Majesty, KingChessmon.”

Ken grabbed onto the bedpost for stability and held Wormmon close, inwardly glad that this was a canopy bed, then fixed BishopChessmon with a glare. “I’m not putting on a dress and I’m not going to ‘dinner’ with anyone!” he snapped. “It’s not happening!”

“Stop telling Ken-chan what to do and let us go!” Wormmon shouted. “I won’t let you bully Ken-chan!”

BishopChessmon outright ignored Wormmon as he met Ken’s glare with a cool, piercing stare of his own. He spoke not a word, but instead drew closer, looming over Ken and Wormmon, letting his size and his evolutionary status speak volumes of his power over weak human and Child Digimon.

Ken fought to maintain his glare, but unease crept in until he instinctively began to inch backwards, only to stop himself when he noticed. The way BishopChessmon stared at him left him feeling utterly powerless, reminding him keenly that of all the Chosen, he was the absolutely weakest one. However, in spite of this, he refused to yield. A bully like this Digimon would never be more terrifying than the ones in his own family. “The answer is still no!”

BishopChessmon’s gaze didn’t waver, his unrelenting eyes bearing down on the Chosen of Kindness. While he said nothing, his eyes perfectly communicated his demand that the child yield to his king’s wishes.

“I… I said no!” Ken insisted as he began to fidget, holding Wormmon close. “I’m not a princess!”

“Ken… Ken-chan doesn’t have to wear a dress if he doesn’t want to!” Wormmon shouted, trying to appear a lot braver than he felt.

BishopChessmon was unmoved by Ken’s refusal, still looming over the human child. He pointedly ignored Wormmon, as if the Digimon wasn’t even present, as he kept his gaze firmly on Ken.

Ken felt beads of sweat begin to trickle down the back of his neck. The longer BishopChessmon stared at him, the more he felt the oppressive demand of his much larger and stronger captor. As moments ticked by, the overbearing silence only served to assert even more pressure on not just the Chosen of Kindness, but Wormmon as well, who wilted in Ken’s arms. Even though the Perfect level Digimon never said a word, his very stance was oppressive and only emphasized his demands and that Ken submit without further resistance.

It was too much for Ken in the end. BishopChessmon’s very presence was a powerful threat over him. So powerful, in fact, that it completely crushed his resistance under its weight.

With a heavy heart and a grimace twisting his mouth, Ken slid off the bed and shuffled his way towards the closet, back bowed in defeat. Without a word, he gazed over the array of neatly arranged pink dresses and reluctantly looked for the least humiliating one to wear for his “date” with the king.

---

The walk through the palace halls was made with shuffling, wobbly steps, as Ken kept his sullen gaze fixed on the floor. He moved slow not just out of protest, but because not a single pair of shoes in that room had heels lower than five centimeters, and BishopChessmon had insisted that the abomination he was wearing had all the proper accessories. Sneakers, it turned out, simply did not pair well with a taffeta ballgown, even if the skirt was long enough that he had to use one hand to keep it raised enough that he wouldn’t trip over it as he walked. Wormmon had offered to help him hold the frilly folds of silk at bay, but Ken refused and kept him close to his chest.

As mortified as Ken was, with cheeks darker than any shade of pink on his dress, he did not want to let go of Wormmon for a second in this place.

The ballgown was a humiliating array of overbearing pinks in varying shades, with only a spot of white being the occasional frill here and there providing the only sort of reprieve from the overwhelming pinkness. The fabric hung unflatteringly over his body, tied into place only by many pink ribbons that did nothing to hide how bumpy and frumpy it was. A heavy necklace of jewels and matching tiara weighed heavily on his head and neck. He was only relieved that he managed to avoid wearing any of the earrings by informing BishopChessmon that his ears were not, in fact, pierced.

The only relief Ken could find was that he had been allowed to wear his actual clothes underneath the dress. Why he couldn’t also wear his sneakers mystified him, and BishopChessmon stonewalled any argument he made, citing that a princess had to be “properly accessorized” for dinner with a king. Still, at the very least he had Wormmon keeping a tight grip on his sneakers as they marched slowly through the castle.

The instant Ken saw an opportunity, he was going to ditch the ghastly pink monstrosity and flee with his partner, preferably by throwing the stupid heels in BishopChessmon’s face before he tripped on them and broke his neck..

“I’m not a princess, you know,” Ken grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time.

“As you say, Princess Ken.” BishopChessmon replied.

Ken made an irritated noise in the back of his throat.

“It’s okay, Ken-chan,” Wormmon said softly as he looked up at his partner. “We’ll get out of this.”

Ken nodded slightly as he glared sullenly at the floor. He continued to walk, his eyes boring holes in the fancy linoleum for most of the trip. He only looked up again once he saw ornate red carpeting and the edges of a grand doorway.

When Ken looked up, the sight of a massive banquet room greeted him, one far larger and more extravagant than it had any business being. With diamond chandeliers, golden furniture, and dishes made with every kind of precious metal and jewel known to man, he had to squint his eyes against the glare of all the glittering garish scenery. To give his eyes a reprieve from all the light shining at him, he focused away from the tables and past the many PawnChessmon servants scurrying about to place dishes of, admittedly, delicious smelling food onto the large table. The floors outside of the overly ornate red and gold carpeting was a floor made of stone in a black and white chessboard pattern, each tile marbled and framed in gold. The walls, by contrast, were surprisingly plain - save for the countless portraits and tapestries of some giant armored figure with a muscular physique wearing a crown doing random glorifying things, such as slaying a dragon or fighting an army single-handed.

“W-wow…” Ken muttered.

“It is splendid, isn’t it?” BishopChessmon said, a note of pride in his voice.

“More like gaudy,” Ken whispered to Wormmon, who nodded vigorously in agreement.

A pair of trumpets blasted Ken’s eardrums as various PawnChessmon lined up on either side of the doorway suddenly began to play. He yowled and reflexively brought up the skirt to cover one of his ears as he pulled Wormmon close. The audio assault only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make him barely hear one of them boisterously announce, “Announcing Princess Ken!”

Cringing, Ken stumbled forward two steps before he whirled towards PawnChessmon, his ears still ringing. “W-what was that-”

Unfortunately, Ken had forgotten about his precarious balancing situation, and one of the heels snagged on the edge of the dress after it fluttered about his feet. With a cry, he tripped and fell backwards, losing his hold on Wormmon.

“Ken-chan!” Wormmon cried out in alarm as he tumbled into his partner’s lap, but his cry was drowned out by another blare of the trumpets.

“Announcing, or most esteemed majesty, KingChessmon!” the PawnChessmon shouted, oblivious to Ken’s fall or his pain.

Ken groaned from the pain throbbing in his head more than the one in his rump, and covered his ears with a grimace as he sat up, struggling with the confining pink monstrosity wrapped around him, kicking the damned heels off in the process. Wormmon dropped the sneakers in favor of helping his partner fight off the pink menace, though his digits were far more clumsy than hands when faced with so many knotted ribbons.

BishopChessmon held an expression made of stone as he plucked Ken up off the ground by the back of his dress and set him delicately onto his feet. Only then did he finally speak. “Princess, you should hurry up and put your shoes back on. You must look presentable for His Majesty.”

Ken shot BishopChessmon a glare that could melt glass.

In Ken’s mind, a king was someone as big and grand as the figure depicted in the portraits of the banquet hall. The tiny Digimon that entered with pomp, circumstance, and a shower of rose petals thrown by his subordinates was anything but that. KingChessmon was a ridiculous, tiny Digimon, only taller than Ken due to the long pointy prongs on his crown. He was practically a caricature of the figure in the paintings. It was obvious from his giant scepter to his medals to his long flowing cape that he was trying to be an intimidating figure in his pristine white and gold armor, but little black mustache that appeared to be cut out of a piece of posterboard pasted to the front of his helmet ruined any chance of taking him seriously.

“Ah, Princess Chosen Child!” KingChessmon said in an awkward tone that made Ken think of when some of the boys in his class tried to pretend to be adults and mistook a mature tone for crackling gravel. “So nice of you to accept our invitation!”

Ken scowled as he defiantly put his real shoes back on, only looking across the banquet hall when KingChessmon spoke. He returned his attention to shoving his feet in his sneakers, only to quickly turn back around and stare at the strange Digimon addressing him. “I… you didn’t give me much of a choice…”

KingChessmon failed to react to Ken’s muttering, but instead strode forward with a confident gait… for exactly four steps before he darted forward at top speed, his armored feet clanking rapidly across the tiled floor. He crossed the long span of the dining room in seconds and leaned in far too close, head bobbing up and down and darting about Ken to examine the boy from all angles. “Oh ho, oh ho! Such a cutie you are! We knew a princess from another world would be a fine prize for a king like ourselves!”

Ken jerked back from the sudden invasion of his personal space, eyes wide in alarm. After stepping backwards to give himself breathing room, he forced himself to gather his courage, straightening up with a grimace in the face of such a strange Digimon. “I-I’ve been saying this whole time, I’m not a princess!”

KingChessmon jumped, stunned. “What? You’re not? That can’t be!” He darted around Ken, scrutinizing the boy all over. “Look at that flawless pale skin, that luxurious dark hair, those big blue eyes, that cute little mouth and sweet voice to go with it! Not to mention your perfect taste in clothing. How can you be anything other than a princess?”

Ken could feel KingChessmon’s gaze piercing him through the visor, and he clutched Wormmon tightly to him as his skin crawled. The self-consciousness he felt at such an appraisal was only matched by his annoyance and embarrassment at being reminded of the clothing he had been forced to put on because of this obnoxious Digimon before him. “Well, for one… I’m a boy. Second, I didn’t want to wear this dress in the first place!”

“That’s right!” Wormmon chimed in. “Ken-chan isn’t a princess, no matter what you say!”

“He seems quite hung-up on that, your highness,” the BishopChessmon said as he peered down impassively at his diminutive king, standing at attention.

“She is clearly confused,” KingChessmon said as he waved dismissively at his subordinate. “All she needs is some time in a palace as magnificent as ours to get her wits about her. You know how hysterical and easily addled women can be.”

“As you say, your majesty,” BishopChessmon said, with a nod.

“I-I’m not confused, you’re confused!” Ken protested, his cheeks burning hot. “I should know what gender I am!”

“Pish tosh,” KingChessmon said as he wagged his finger in Ken’s face. “We will hear no more of this nonsense. Now sit and enjoy dinner while we regale you with our magnificent deeds of conquest, our cute little princess!”

Ken felt increasingly overwhelmed, as none of the Digimon seemed to be listening. “Do I have a choice?”

With a clap of his hands, KingChessmon cheerfully made his way to his throne at the opposite end of the long banquet table. “Of course not! What a silly question. Now, on with the feast!”

---

The food was the only thing good about sitting at the Chessmon banquet table, but Ken and Wormmon didn’t bother trying any of it. Ken didn’t even try to hide how he felt, seated at the end of a long, long, long table full of plates that reflected so much light he constantly had to squint, and a mouthy braggart at the opposite end of the table who just. Would. Not. Shut. Up! They couldn’t even ignore KingChessmon’s endless prattling about personal boasts, as the large speakers placed periodically up near the ceiling of the room made sure there was no escaping the king’s tales of how he - yet again - humiliated TonosamaGekomon.

Wormmon eyeballed the PawnChessmon holding the microphone up to KingChessmon and wondered if he could knock it out of the Digimon’s hand.

KingChessmon, for his part, appeared utterly oblivious that his audience only remained seated due to the threat of death posed by his army standing at attention with their weapons ready around the table. Despite the fact that no one was reacting to him even when he jumped up onto the cushioned booster seat atop his throne to punctuate what he thought was a particularly good part of his story, he continued to ramble with the air of infinite superiority and importance.

“And then, TonosamaGekomon had the absolute gall to imply that our singing would wound a deaf ‘mon!” KingChessmon said with an agitated harumph. “Can you believe the unmitigated nerve? Of course then we rightly humiliated that bloated toad in front of all his servants with our keen wit. Hard to imagine why he has anyone following him at all with an ego so bloated it shrunk his brain to the size of a nut, we shall tell you that!”

“Just how can he throw so many boulders without smashing his own glass house?” Ken muttered out of the side of his mouth, his expression deadpan.

“It’s a mystery,” Wormmon whispered back as he gave the bragging king an annoyed glare.

“Why, Princess Chosen Child!” KingChessmon gasped as he abruptly stood on his chair again and leaned across the table. “You’ve barely touched your food. Whatever is the matter? Are you on a diet?”

Ken felt a surge of irritation as he glanced down at the full plates before him. He wasn’t about to vocalize that his entire situation and the king’s behavior made him lose his appetite; he knew it was pointless. He doubted that the Digimon would acknowledge it anyway. “I… I’m just not hungry, that’s all.”

“Oh, such a delicate princess you are!” KingChessmon gushed. “But you really must eat. How about some milk? If you don’t drink enough dairy your royal melons will never grow!”

Ken stared blankly at KingChessmon. “My… what?”

KingChessmon patted his chest. “Your melons! Marshmallows! Love muffins! Puff-puff poofs!”

The innuendo hit Ken hard, rendering him utterly speechless as KingChessmon continued coming up with a euphemism after euphemism for breasts. All that eeked out of him was a high-pitched noise as one of his dark pink cheeks occasionally twitched.

Wormmon didn’t catch on as Ken had, oblivious to the sexual nature of the conversation, but he did notice his partner’s discomfort, which made him bristle with anger regardless. “Stop talking about Ken-chan that way!”

It was then that KingChessmon finally acknowledged Wormmon’s existence and paused mid-allusion. “Ken… chan?” he repeated, slowly, as though contemplating the shape of the young boy’s name in his mouth. Confusion immediately gave way to extreme excitement as he clapped his hands together. “Oh, so your name is Princess Kenchan? What a fascinating name!”

The more the king spoke, the worse Ken’s embarrassment became. He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he let out a sigh. “Someone save me from this pervert…”

A resounding bang like thunder heralded the destruction of the massive doors leading into the dining room. Darkness stood in the doorway, snuffing out the light as she stormed in with Nyamon at her heels. The rest of the group followed after, as the doors could no longer keep them out.

“Give Ken-chan back or be deleted,” Keiko said in a low, dangerous growl.

KingChessmon shrieked at the sight of the girl shrouded in darkness. “By us, no! It’s the black knight, the fiend that poses as a princess to deceive innocent kings and their people!” He flailed about, pointing his scepter wildly in all directions. “Guards! Guards! To your king! Stop the black knight! H-hurry!”

While the Chessmon scrambled in a panic, Ken felt an instant rush of relief. “Keiko! Ryo!”

“Ken!” Ryo called out as he came to stand beside Keiko in spite of how intimidating she was with shadows surrounding her. However what did startle him was the number of PawnChessmon that charged towards them carrying spears. He jerked back instinctively and Leomon was quick to get between him and the enemy army.

Keiko didn’t look at the attacking forces, her gaze sliding from Ken to her partner. “Nyamon.”

“Leave it to me,” Nyamon said as she narrowed her eyes. The light of evolution quickly overtook her, and Nyxmon twirled her scythe before bringing it down with a sharp slash in an obvious threat.

“Let us do this, Ryo!” Leomon said as he clenched his fists.

“Right!” Ryo shouted as he raised his Digivice. Within moments, Leomon disappeared into the golden light that engulfed him and emerged as Panjamon.

As Panjamon and Nyxmon moved forward, a crowd of Chessmon of all shapes, sizes, and evolutions rushed towards the intruders with their weapons raised in attack. Ken used the table as something of a shield as attacks and armor-clad Digimon started flying in all directions. He shifted anxiously, clutching Wormmon close, as he helplessly watched his friends do battle with his captors.

“W-what should I do?” Ken asked, more to himself than anyone else. His first instinct was run to Keiko and Ryo, but in order to do that he would need to wade through the thick of battle with no protection from a stray attack. The back of his neck throbbed dimly with an echo of the pain he felt that night Piemon ambushed them, reminding him of the very real danger he and his friends were in.

Despite everything, Wormmon tried to remain positive. “It’s okay, Ken-chan. I’ll protect you!” Even if he knew it was a lie, even if they both knew it was a lie, he would say it and keep saying it until one day it was the truth and he became strong enough to defend his partner all on his own.

Unfortunately, Ken couldn’t find any comfort in those words. The fresh reminder of Piemon helped him imagine what would happen if Wormmon faced even the PawnChessmon in battle. Visions of stabbing, skewering, and the explosive deletion of data sent a wave of absolute dread through him, and he pulled his partner as close as he could without suffocating Wormmon in the process. “N-no, that’s… w-we should…”

Ken trailed off black bursts of energy caught his attention. His eyes widened as he saw Keiko walking through the thick of the battle with her eyes fixed on him with laser-guided focus.

Darkness cloaked Keiko like a shroud as she strode towards Ken, not even looking at the battle around her or the Digimon directly charging at her with weapons aimed at her vitals. When the point of a lance thrust within arm’s length of her eye it burst into data as Nyxmon crushed the head of the one who wielded it. A giant dart that flew on a deadly course towards her head fell to the ground in a useless heap of scrap when Nyxmon batted it aside.

No Digimon or weapon touched Keiko as she made her way across the battlefield with unwavering steps.

“S-so… so cool…” Ken muttered as he stared at Keiko. The way she and Nyxmon moved together like a force of nature was awe inspiring. Keiko was so completely in tune with her partner that they understood each other and had faith that each could keep the other safe. Although he had seen them work together before, it wasn’t like this. Certainly, Keiko would throw in a punch or two, but she had never been so bold as to wade directly into a warzone. It was the exact opposite of him, as he cowered behind a table and prayed his partner wouldn’t have to fight. Such a display of power was something he knew a burden like himself could never hope achieve, he still ached for just a fraction of their strength.

Ken was only snapped out of his reverie when Keiko flipped the table aside and reached him. With the same hands soaked in darkness that obliterated the table took him gently by the arm and began leading him back the way she came.

“Let’s go,” Keiko said. She refused to let her relief soften her. The last time she let down her guard, Ken almost died.

She refused to ever let it happen again.

“Uh… r-right,” Ken said, bewildered in spite of himself as he let Keiko guide him through the battlefield.

KingChessmon had, at some point, ducked under the table as his minions began their assault - and their inevitable slaughter. It gave him a good vantage point, up until Keiko tossed his shelter aside. With a squeal, he tried to use a spilled cake and a broken ice sculpture of him as a new barrier, when he saw the hem of Ken’s vibrant pink dress flutter out of the corner of his eye. When he saw his captive leaving and who was responsible, his outrage overcame his fear and he lept back onto his chair.

“To arms, men!” KingChessmon bellowed. “The black knight has captured the princess! Stop him! Stop him! We demand that you stop him!”

The orders ended with an undignified yelp as white foot stomped down on the floor in front of KingChessmon, narrowly avoiding him as it crushed an expensive array of dishware. To his horror, Panjamon loomed over him with a cold aura swirling around one of his clenched fists.

“You craven coward!” Panjamon snarled. “Stand up and fight alongside your men!”

The only answer from the king of all Chessmon was to run away shrieking, scepter flailing wildly in the air at his side. “We’re under attack! Your king is under attack! Someone save us!”

Panjamon snorted through his nose before he moved after the king, throwing his fist forward. “Ice Beast Fist!” A roar echoed as an ephemeral blue blast of energy in the shape of a lion head burst forward, slamming into the fleeing king and sending him through the wall.

Much to his annoyance, Panjamon noticed that such an attack didn’t so much as put a dent in KingChessmon’s armor, yet the king still scrambled to get back on his feet and run, shrieking all the while..

Panjamon snorted a puff of cold air through his nose. “It seems even an Ultimate can be a craven coward.”

Ryo raced over to Ken and Keiko once his friends were close enough and swept the other boy into a hug. “Ken! I’m so glad you’re safe!”

Ken returned the hug, clinging tightly to the Chosen of Miracles as a slight tremor ran through his body. “I’m so happy to see you! I knew you’d come to rescue me!”

Wormmon felt a twinge of unhappiness as he hopped down to the floor to give Ken a moment to seek comfort from Ryo. Watching his partner tear up with relief at being reunited should have been a happy moment, but all he felt was the toxic burn of jealousy. Although he had been present the entire time, he might as well not have been. He was powerless to stop the Chessmon from kidnapping and threatening Ken, they ignored virtually every word he said, and not even his presence could offer his precious partner any comfort.

Guilt and shame for how he felt made Wormmon turn away to watch the battle. Even as a substitute partner, Panjamon was amazing, as he went from one enemy to the next without pause, even able to terrorize the king that caused them so much problems. Nyxmon was death personified, effortlessly cutting through wave after wave of Chessmon from Child to Perfect, mowing them down in clusters with her scythe like blades of grass.

It all seemed so effortless to those two. This was what Wormmon should have been, but he was too weak. For whatever reason, he simply could not evolve past his Child level. It wasn’t through any fault of Ken, he knew that for certain. There was just something flawed within him, and he knew that because if he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t feel so bitter and jealous that he wasn’t the one to rescue Ken. “I want to protect Ken-chan too…”

When the numbers of Chessmon thinned to the point that they finally began to draw back, FlaWizarmon caught up with the group at the banquet hall with Witchmon flying in right behind him. “Welp, it looks like Operation Rescue Ken-chan was a rousing success!” he said cheerfully as he hopped over a bit of splintered wood that used to be the door. “An’ the exit’s nice and clear now, so how ‘bout we…”

It was the tone in which FlaWizarmon trailed off that made Ken keenly aware that he was being stared at. A mortified heat rose to the Chosen of Kindness’ cheeks as he saw FlaWizarmon and Witchmon staring at him - more specifically, his dress. His face immediately went red as he bristled. “It’s… it’s not what it looks like!”

A crooked smile tugged at FlaWizarmon’s lips as he cocked his head back slightly. “‘Zat so?”

Witchmon giggled and flashed a toothy grin. “So you’re saying that we’re not seeing our precious Ken-chan wearing a darling little pink dress?”

“No!” Ken snapped, even as his blush deepened. “You’re not!”

“Well, then!” FlaWizarmon said with an exaggerated shrug. “If Princess Ken-chan says it ain’t so, I guess it ain’t so!”

“We could never argue with the cutest little princess this side of the Digital World!” Witchmon agreed with a sage nod.

“They made me wear this!” Ken protested as he pointed in the direction of the ruined banquet hall. “It’s their fault!”

“You know, Ken-chan,” FlaWizarmon said as he leaned forward, his hands on his hips. “We could always ask Higashi to fix you up with some real pretty dresses, if-”

“N-no!” Ken screamed as he shook his fists. “No, no, no, no, no!”

“They’d simply look adorable on you, I’m sure~!” Witchmon giggled as she clapped her hands together.

“Um,” Ryo said as he scratched his cheek. He couldn’t deny that he found Ken wearing a dress and jewelry silly, but the sounds of battle behind him made it hard to appreciate the humor of it. “H-how about we focus on getting out of here first, and then you can keep teasing Ken?”

“No!” Ken whirled to face Ryo, his blush so prominent it was spreading to his ears and neck. He then quickly realized what he said, which only intensified his fluster. “I-I mean, no to the teasing! No more teasing!”

“Er, right,” Ryo said before letting out an awkward chuckle.

“Well, we can promise ya one, but not the other!” FlaWizarmon said, cheerfully. He then did a sweeping bow, gesturing towards the door. “Right this way, Princess!”

While Ken proceeded to flail and protest his princess title and Ryo watched on with mixed feelings, Keiko was more focused on Wormmon. She watched as the insect appeared far too distracted to get involved, too unusually focused on the battle as it was winding down, when normally he would be among the first to defend his partner from such teasing. After taking a moment to consider the significance, she approached the insect and knelt down.

“Wormmon,” Keiko said, softly.

Wormmon jumped, startled out of his thoughts, before he turned to smile weakly up at Keiko. “O-oh, I’m sorry, I…”

“Not everyone grows strong at the same pace, or in the same way,” Keiko said, her voice low. She got down on her knees as Wormmon gaped at her, and she gently reached forward to touch the top of the little Digimon’s head. “And that’s especially true for Light. Light takes the longest to gain power, but it can crush Darkness if it wants to when it gets there.” She smirked a little at the incredulous look on Wormmon’s face. “I’m serious. Just be patient a little longer, okay? You and Ken-chan will reach Ultimate someday for sure.”

Wormmon stared at Keiko in silence as her words slowly sunk in. As tears began to brim in his eyes, he gave her a tiny nod. “T-thank you...”

Keiko smiled gently before she pulled Wormmon into a comforting hug that he gladly accepted.

#Dreaming To Reality #fragments #digimon #Digimon Adventure 02 #digimon adventure

[bekaroth-reads]

Lucas x dyslexic!reader 5

You had been with Lucas for about a day and a half now, and there was one thing that was bothering you. Well, to be honest there was more than one thing bothering you (Lucas being a big offender), but there was one particular thing that caught your attention. Lucas seemed to be super distracted by something. Not that you minded him not bothering you, but you were afraid that if whatever this was got him too agitated then he'd take it out on you. You weren't feeling up trying to escape the past day because of what you had just been through. Even though you still weren't 100% yet, you felt alright enough to try and escape today. Lucas had thought that he had you down for good, but he thought wrong. Sure you were pretty out of it, but you had also found out that he was stronger than you to the point where brute force wasn't going to do you any good. So, you simply waited until he was distracted with something else, and planned to sneak out when the time was right. Luckily for you, that time came sooner than you thought. Lucas had left awhile ago, and you decided that it was you time to go. There was a fine line on waiting for he to be far away from the area, and waiting too long and having him come back and catch you trying to leave. The latter option was one that you were certain that you didn't want based on your past experience. You made your way to the door that you had tried to get to the day before. There wasn't the hast that you had before, though. You stopped and listened through the door before you opened it to be sure that Lucas wasn't on the other side of it. As you listened you rubbed your neck as a reminder of what could happen if you weren't careful. Sure, dealing with the other Bakers wasn't a walk in the park by any means, but at least they were going to kill you quickly and have it over with. Lucas had shown you that he had no problems with both physical and mental torture, and you knew that what had happened to you was the the tip of that insanity filled iceberg. Once you were sure that the coast was clear, you open the door and started to go as quickly and quietly as you could though the rest of the mines. You weren't entirely paying attention to where you were going. The thought of needing to find a hiding spot as quickly as you could in case you heard Lucas coming back and what he would do to you if he caught you again distracted you beyond the point of memorizing the path. Not that any of that mattered anyway. You probably would have taken a wrong turn somewhere or another even if you had a map. After continuing down the different paths for awhile, you finally made it out of the mines, and found yourself at a little wash-like body of water. It wasn't as full as it could have been, but there was still a decent amount of water in it. The other thing it had was a lot of was dead fish. You debated on climbing up onto the ground that was elevated along the sides of the wash, but when you started to, you saw that there were footprints indented into the mud that was there. The prints must have been Lucas's. If you went that way then, Lucas could see where you went. Come to think of it, the prints showed that Lucas went that way, so that might not have been the best way to go at all. You went to turn to head back to the mines when you saw something that you didn't notice before. There were some of those mold monsters shambling around the brush not far from where you were. Thankfully, they hadn't seen you yet. It was double lucky that you didn't run into any of them in the mines while you weren't paying attention. At the time all you were thinking of was escaping Lucas. The thought of what would happen to you if you ran into one of those things without a weapon of any sort had never crossed your mind. It looked like you were going into the water with the dead fish. It wasn't your first choice, but right now it was the only choice. The feeling of the fish brushing across you was one of the grossest things you had ever felt. Not to mention, you felt like you would probably have to bathe for an entire month straight to get rid of the smell. After a few minutes of trudging through the disgusting water, you came across a latter that lead into a small shack. You climbed up, and started to walk to the other side of the shack, but you quickly stopped yourself when you heard a familiar voice muttering cusses. After being sure that Lucas didn't hear you, you peaked through one of the cracks that was in the wall. You saw Lucas sitting in front of what looked to be a radio of some kind. Thankfully, he was still distracted, but he wouldn't be that way forever. You were hidden okay for the time being, but all he would have to do was turn in the right direction, and he'd be able to find you easily. After weighing your options, you decided that the only thing you could do was stay where you were, and hope that he didn't spot you. The thought of going back the way that you came crossed your mind, but you quickly decided that it wasn't a good idea. The fact that he didn't hear you sloshing your way up here was lucky enough, and he would probably notice if you made more moment than you already had. Even if you did manage to get back into the water, he would probably be able to move quicker than you and catch you anyway. You were suddenly pulled back to reality when you heard Lucas stand up from the chair that he was sitting in. The first reaction you had was to try to make yourself even smaller than you already were, and hold your breath in a effort to be as quiet as you could. He stopped where he was suddenly. You thought that he knew where you were, but then he relaxed and started move away to what you could only assume was the door(you didn't think that he walked through all of the dead fish every time he came here, so there must have been another way out that you couldn't see). Suddenly there was a bang on the wall right next to you. It startled you and made you gasp, releasing the breath the you were holding in the process. "I thought so!" You heard Lucas grumble on the other side of the wall before hearing hurried, stop-like steps followed by him quickly making his way to where you were. Lucas grabbed your arms with bruising strength, and pulled you up next to him, so that his face was only inches away from yours. "What's a matter, cupcake? Miss me so much that ya had'ta come find me?" He sneered as you tried to wiggle away from him. He just snorted in frustration and dragged you to the other side of the broken wall where he just was. "Or-" Lucas said in a more pronounced voice as he threw you into the edge of the table that had the radio on it before continuing, "or, did ya think you could actually get away this time?" He slammed his hands on the table, pinning you where you were. You said nothing, knowing that he would just take whatever you were going to say and try to use it against you. After a moment with no response from you Lucas became even more agitated than he already was. "Well," he started as venom dripped from his voice, "we both knew it wasn't gonna work, 'cause you don't have the brains to work out a good plan!" This was something that you knew he would probably say eventually, but you hoped he wouldn't. You gave him a scowl that was in no way forced. It showed the exact contents of your emotional range right now, and most people would have known that meant they needed to apologize about twelve minutes ago. Lucas, however, was nothing like other people, and your scowl seemed to amuse him more than anything. "Well, now! Would ya look at that face." He snickered as he gave you a dangerous grin. "Don't know why you're angry though. We both know it's true. Ya have trouble with simple math, you're horrible with directions, and, hell, ya can't even keep most things in order. You. Are. STUPID!" He inched his face closer to yours with each one of the last words of the sentence to emphasize them. That was all you wanted to hear from him. Almost as soon as he finished talking, you punched him in the jaw as hard as you could. This caught him by surprise, and it knocked him down a few feet away from you. "I'm not stupid! I'm just dyslexic, you hillbilly prick!" You yelled as you glared down at him on the floor. Lucas sat up and rubbed his jaw while moving it up and down to loosen it up as best he could. After he did this for a few seconds, he looked up at you and the evil looking smirk from before returned, but this time there was a dangerous amount of playfulness in his eyes. Sure you could have taken the chance to try to leave when he was on the floor, but, honestly, you were tired of running. Not to mention, you had people think and treat you like you were dumber than a box of rocks your entire life just because of your dyslexia, and now you had a good reason to try and beat one of them to your heart's desire. That wasn't an opportunity that you wanted to pass up. "God damn!" Lucas exclaimed as he stood up. "If I didn't find ya attractive before, I sure as hell do now!" He chuckled darkly before charging at you. You swung at him again, but this time he was able to grab your arm and stop you before you actually hit him. "Hooo-weee! Look at you, tryin' ta pick a fight!" He started to laugh before his hand shot up to your neck. You did your best to claw at his arm in an effort to get him to loosen his grip, but you were loosing the ability quickly as your head started to get light from a lack of oxygen. "Don't you worry none! I'm not gonna kill ya! No, no, no! I got better plans than that. You're just gonna take a little nap is all." Lucas said in an almost calming tone as his other hand ran through your hair. Right before you blacked out completely, you heard a voice, one that you didn't recognize. "Quick! I hear someone in that shack over there!" The overtly masculine voice yelled. The next thing you knew, you were dropped to the ground, and now gasping for air. You looked up to see Lucas headed for the hatch that you had come through. He stopped long enough to look you in the eye, and warn, "I'm not done with you yet!" Before going down the opening and disappearing into the night. Before you had a chance to figure out what was going on, something else happened that made the whole ordeal seem more surreal that it already was. Two figures with military gear and gas masks bursted thought the door. One of them ran over to you while the other checked the other end of the shack. "We found another survivor." The person next to you said into a little radio hidden in his mask before helping you sit up. You recognized him as the voice that you had heard before. There was suddenly a strong hand on your shoulder, causing you to look over at the man. "Don't worry." He said gently. "We're here to help you."

#lucas baker #lucas baker x reader #resident evil 7 #resident evil vii

[loseitall-ff]

27. Part 2

“You think we are bad parents for letting Liana go with your mom?” Robyn asked, shaking my head “not really, what makes you think that? She is literally on the tour bus behind us, we good. Least we can chill, fuck, talk and then repeat the process” watching Big D take a seat across us “since when did the help be allowed on this bus” I can tell he is really nervous with me, am I that bad “Chris, you are so rude. Ignore him Damian” Robyn said, raising an eyebrow “I thought he was big dick?” Robyn scoffed hitting my arm “man come on, this is stupid” Big D said “I think it’s funny” Jen intervened “see, someone that is on my side” holding my hand out, Jen pushed my hand out of the way “don’t mean you ain’t a pain in the ass, you have not moved on. Mel is about to snap on you” I know she is “but seriously dickhead, I mean Damian” Robyn scoffed getting up from the couch “ok, ok, I will stop” I chuckled “I am giving you another chance Chris, if you keep playing I will fall out with you” Mel poked her head out from around the bunk beds “first, put your wig on and then we will speak” I need to stop because they are getting butt hurt “you mad with me?” I asked Big D “nah, I know you be playing” see he gets it.

I feel like nobody is talking to me now “y’all boring” rolling my eyes, filling the red cups with Ciroc “the hell do you want us to do?” Jen asked “and what are you doing with so much drink” opening a bottle of Corona “I am making you all less boring” picking the blunt up from the side of me and placing it between my lips, pouring the drink in the cup “this looks dangerous” Robyn mumbled, placing the empty bottle down, slowly rounding the red cups and picking them up. Blowing the smoke out from my nose as Jen, D, Mel took cups and then going to Robyn. She took the blunt away from my lips before taking her drink “first thing you steal is that, aight. So” sitting down next to Robyn “seeing as we are a small group, a very tight group of friends. We can trust, let’s play some drinking games. We finna play truth or dare but the only thing, we can only do nasty things with our partners and Jen I don’t mind being your partner” winking at her “can I take mr sexy over there” side eyeing “I rather kiss Rihanna, forget you men” Jen waved me off “whatever, so if you take a truth you have to drink half of the cup, if you fail a dare you drink a full cup. Got it? We are grown adults so we can do this” I hope so anyways.

I don’t want to go first “my bodyguard can go first” I grinned at him, he knows damn well I was coming for him “truth or dare, if you do truth I know you a little bitch then” Big D stared at me “truth” he said, he really don’t care “aight, ok. I got you. So let me be good, would you say that you love Mel?” Mel’ eyes widened “that is deep” she spat, he better answer wisely “I would do anything for her and she knows that, I would say that I see myself having a future with her” he has never said that to her before, I can tell “I’ll take that answer, damn. I wanted to kick you off the bus” Robyn cooed “he is so cute, look at him bless” my head slowly turning to Robyn “I think you about to get kicked off instead, don’t call him cute” she better quit “drank it” D held his cup up and placed it back down “so Jen, truth or dare?” I hope she does a dare, she is crazy “dare!” she said, Robyn gasped “I got one, you need to go to the front of the bus and flash them titties” Jen got up without a care, Robyn quickly got up to chase her but I am not about to watch that.

Hearing the girls screaming as they sat down “so come on breezy, you next. Truth or dare” chewing my bottom lip “I am scared but I do a dare, I ain’t no bitch nigga” Mel jumped up “I got a dare, suck on Robyn’ toe for at least a minute” I chuckled rubbing my chest “oh man, she ain’t even had a shower. She is stank too” looking over at Robyn, she hid her face “why me, this is nasty” I won’t back down to a dare “come on now” grabbing Robyn’ leg, placing it over my lap “you think I care? I done licked and sucked many of Robyn’ things” Robyn giggled hiding her face “oh god no” taking Robyn’ slide off her foot “which toe though? I prefer the big toe” these really think I won’t do it “hey, no recording me now, I ain’t finna do it then” pointing at Jen “no cameras” I don’t want her to be posting this, Jen placed her phone away as I leaned down and placed my mouth around Robyn’ toe, she let out a shriek as they all cheered. I couldn’t help but smile “Robyn is acting shy when I know she loving it” Mel said, sucking on her toe slowly.

I already feel a little tipsy actually, stepping off the tour bus. I need some air and also this bus needs some gas, I have no idea but I am finding shit funny. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders “weee!” Jen screamed out, my back near giving out as Jen jumped off the step of the tour bus “holy shit” I said laughing “don’t drop mee!” she spat, hearing Mel laughing behind me “my back woman!” she let go of me “you are so damn skinny” Jen pushed me “I thought it was Robyn actually, little miss rude” walking back towards the tour bus, Robyn got off the tour bus “the other tour bus” I pointed as it drove by us, my baby is on that bus “I miss her” Robyn pouted, holding Robyn’ hand walking towards the store.

We have so much more booze, this is about to be funny as hell. Robyn wrapped her arm around mine as we walked slowly back to the tour bus “oh look, it’s the happy couple” I pointed out, Mel turned her head “it’s our stalker Christopher” Mel retorted “you see how rude this guy is, he is supposed to be protecting me but no, he is too busy holding hands with his girl. Let me protect the couple of here” walking off from Robyn “Chris, you are so childish” seeing a couple of people taking pictures as we walked by “no pictures people, the happy couple coming through” walking at the side of Big D “nigga, I hate yo ass” he was about to grab me but I moved away, I then realised he was chasing me, I ran off towards Robyn “baby, help me” grabbing Robyn and placing her in front of me “ok, come on now boys” she don’t want to be between us now.

I feel a little offended, I am sat on this bus while these women are saying us men are scrubs “I have money ok!” I said correcting them, what did I do to deserve this mess from these women. Side eyeing them “ok, turn this rubbish off” waving my hand around “Hanging out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride trying to holler at me, I don’t want no scrub” Robyn sang to me, grabbing Robyn’ arm and pulling her on to my lap and placing my hand over her mouth “stop it, can we stop this” I am so happy that this song is ending “stop with the women songs now” I hope it ends, the girls all shrieked as Robyn moved off my lap “oh man” hiding my face, Destiny’s Child – Say My Name. Shaking my head, I don’t approve. Rubbing my face until Robyn moved my arm away as she sat on my lap facing me “Any other day, I would call, you would say. “Baby, how’s your day?” But today, it ain’t the same” she sang to me “Every other word is “Uh huh”, “Yeah, okay” could it be that you, are at the crib with another lady. If you took it there, first of all let me say. I am not the one to sit around and be played. So prove yourself to me, I’m the girl that you claim. Why don’t you say the things that you said to me yesterday” looking at both Mel and Jen acting like Kelly and Michelle, they are really taking this out on me “I am not happy now” looking away from Robyn.

Side eyeing Robyn “men hating songs are banned, y’all ruined it” I said, I seem like a miserable guy but they have ruined the privilege “they went in on you though” D said “see, even he knows y’all did. Now we can sit in silence” Jen scoffed “hey, Michelle. Calm that ass down” I said, Jen threw the pillow at me, busting out laughing “you can still put songs on” Robyn said “you right I can, I think we should do a dance off. The person that can do the best Mary J impression wins, I love her dance moves” D chuckled hitting my arm “I think you would win that, remember that one time you made them girls do it” squinting my eyes at him “oh wait, when that one chick was thinking I was serious and started doing it” busting out laughing dapping D “I swear I didn’t know if to kick her out or applaud her” those were some fun times “you know what Damian, now that you date my friend. I want to know everything Chris was up too” here Robyn goes “blah, blah, blah! Let’s put the music back on” I am not about to hear this “nah, let me say something” D said, pausing the song “go on” he better keep his mouth closed “you know Rihanna, I never actually spoke on Chris to Mel. I just think Chris was in a dark place, when every bodyguard would ditch him for his ways I was around for him. The best Chris I like was when he was with Liana, but all I want to say is that I won’t disrespect the guy that employs me and gave me this opportunity” Robyn remained silent “how much are you paying this guy?” Jen said “can’t tell that” I didn’t even know he was going to say that.

Robyn finally made her way to me, sitting next to me as I listened to Montell Jordan – Get it on Tonite. Placing my phone down at the side of me “you love me?” She said over the music “all day everyday baby” looking down at my hand “I love you too” opening my arm out “come to daddy” Robyn shuffled over to me, pulling Robyn closer to me and pressing a kiss to her head “Girl if it’s alright, let’s go somewhere and get it on tonight. You shouldn’t have to be alone tonight, it’s one on one tonight, tonight” I sang to Robyn as she looked up at me, kissing her lips as I looked up at Mel taking a video of herself and D but I was in the background “niggas!!” Mel spat, putting a finger up at her. Robyn stuck her tongue out, pressing a kiss to Robyn’ cheek.

Not a very good time to be doing an interview after smoking and drinking so much but who cares, my mom has taken Liana to the hotel and we came straight here “how do fans know where I be, it’s crazy” stood next to the driver as he parked out front “I may be the person in the wrong with that” Mel said, I bet it was “what did you say?” smiling a little at the fans “I can’t go any further, we are trapped here” the driver said “I placed a message on one of the dancers post, they asked where we was at and I said radio interview at Capital” turning around “well they worked fast then, hopefully your boyfriend can get us out of here” he has been slacking a little or maybe it is just me, walking down the tour bus. Grabbing the Patron bottle “I need to get off this bus, is the security team not here?” D had the phone pressed against his ear “Rich and the crew are here” Mel said, thank god because I didn’t want to be pushing through that.

I still look after my baby “go ahead of me” I said to Robyn, holding Robyn’ arm as she stepped off the tour bus and followed her out “Chris, I love you!” the fans shouted “love y’all too” holding my hand up with the bottle in hand, Rich and Clay walked at the side of us as we got into the building. I have an audience in this place “little late?” my manager said, blinking at him “am I?” I thought I was on time “let’s just get upstairs” I think I am in trouble again “you mad with me again?” stepping into the elevator grabbing Robyn in with me, I want her close by “mad? Me? No” I smiled biting my bottom lip, he is so mad “fuck you Chris Brown” some female shouted as the elevator doors closed, my head moving to the side as the doors closed. Placing my hand between the door before they closed “you what?” I said “Chris” D grabbed my arm “how about you lose some weight you dumb bitch” I spat, the security escorting from what I can see someone that has made their way inside “get inside Chris come on” she put two fingers up at me “fuck em” turning around, people coming at me sideways “I was scared you was going to throw the bottle bruh” D said as I drank from the bottle “you ok?” Robyn asked, moving to the back of the elevator “I’m cool” there is always someone around to ruin someone’s mood.

Walking into the studio smiling “he’s finally here” Manny got up off from his seat “I have been so excited to meet you that I have to hug you” this guy is so short, he hugged me “oh man, I have never had this before. I only get this from women” he stepped back “it’s such a pleasure to meet you Chris” he got his hand out, shaking his hand “same, glad to be here. The love is appreciated, sorry I was late. You don’t mind if I drink though?” I am drinking a little too much but whatever “do what you want, I am just glad I am have you in my studio on my radio show. I have so much to talk about, I didn’t manage to talk to your manager but what questions can I ask?” sitting down waving him off “talk to me about anything, I am in the mood to talk” rubbing my face, I can’t believe that woman told me to fuck off, shit just irks me so much.

Placing the headphones on slowly “Manny Norte on Capital and I am blessed, you guys don’t know how happy I am to do this. I have Chris Brown, come on people” laughing at his reaction as some people in the studio started clapped cheering “yes, yes I am just so happy. I have always been a fan of you, I feel like there is nobody like you. Nobody in the industry can top your music at all, you are the next MJ, I swear you are” nodding my head smiling “blessed, thank you so much” I said, I do feel blessed when someone says I am like MJ “oh man, I just don’t know what to say to you. I am such a fan, ok. So let’s start this, how is the tour? How is the UK treating you?” bringing my head closer to the mic “good, I love it here because my fan base is big over here. Y’all gave me love when I wasn’t allowed here. Selling these dates back to back is a blessing and I thank you, I thank all of my fans” I do until the odd bitch starts saying shit “radio stations are full of your music no matter what, I think I was reading that your tickets sold out as soon as they came out” nodding my head laughing “my manager called me saying and I was like oh damn, I need to add another date but then I ended up adding two more dates and they got sold out. I got a lot of love in Europe and I love it here, I think I love it more now that I have my family with me” pointing behind me “yes Rihanna, we will get on to that after this song” I chuckled, I knew they wanted to ask that.

The music faded out “just to confirm again we have Chris Brown in the building with us, so you said you was with your family here. Where is the queen herself, Liana? I have heard some news that Liana has been crying at your meet and greets?” he said, busting out laughing “yeah, she didn’t like the fans hugging me, she got jealous. She threw things at fans, she fell out with me. She told Rihanna on me, I swear my daughter is a little problem but I love her so much. She is my angel, I couldn’t do without her at all” I miss my baby Liana now “she is modelling also? I always thought when Chris Brown and Rihanna have a child she would be a diva and she truly is, you are a very lucky man” looking behind me, seeing Robyn sat on the couch laughing “I am, I have changed. I know a lot of people don’t see it, but it is all about my family” which is true “that is beautiful to hear, I am so happy for you guys. Both of you are just happy, it’s a shame that when you read these blogs. Like the fact Mychal has said you was the cause of the breakup” rolling my eyes “there is only one thing I would love to do that nigga and is punch him in the mouth, if that nigga got some shit to say to me then tell him to come to my face. He been hiding from this fade for a while now” I swear I hate that nigga “is the feud because of Rihanna?” he asked “it is because of what he did, you know this nigga is hiding a dark secret. He ain’t no angel, I am coming for him” kissing my teeth “wow, deep fam. So what about what Rihanna’ brother said, seem a lot of negative vibes?” I wish I never said he can ask what he likes now “I don’t care what he says, I am still marrying his sister” I shrugged.

“What do you say to the rumours people read?” sighing out “I would tell them to believe what they want, I honestly don’t care anymore. I am so in love with Rihanna, I am marrying her and I will be having more babies with her. There ain’t nothing in this world that will stop me, I know I am being so open about this but I don’t care anymore. I am so settled in life, we are currently planning on where to move too. I know it’s taken me a while to settle but I regret it, trust me I do” Manny cooed out “I can see the passion, your passion is your future wife. That is amazing, like what a changed man you are” placing my hand over my heart “I was never happy without her” which is true.

Walking into the backroom after finishing the interview “am I missing the party?” I said smiling, they wasn’t even paying attention to me at all “Chris” Robyn reached her hand out “can I speak to you baby?” she got up, nodding my head. She pulled my hand as we walked out, following behind Robyn and I do not know where she is going. Robyn opened the door “this is the women’s bathroom?” I pointed, she didn’t care at all “what is wrong?” I said, what has happened “I just want to ask if you are ok? I know it upset you that someone shouted fuck off” rubbing the back of my head “I don’t care, I just wish people would let us be happy. Let us love each other, I am just annoyed and a little hurt. I just think people are not happy for us at all” I didn’t want to say this at all “I just feel like this shit is a dream and we aren’t really together” I said, Robyn frowned at me “Really? Baby, you never told me this, don’t ever feel like that. We are together and we will be ruling the world together. I love you so much Chris, I know when you are sad. I always feel it” Robyn touched my chest “I don’t want to lose you, your family mean so much to you Robyn. I am the person stood between you and them. I am the problem” I have no idea where this is coming from, maybe it’s the drink “you’re my problem, stop it now. Please stop, I won’t leave you Chris. I don’t care about my family, I will marry you right now, stop it. Stop this feeling, I would marry you without my family around” my eyes widened “really?” Robyn nodded “I am crazy for you” she wrapped her arms around my body “I am sorry, I am just tired. I feel like this negativity will strain us” blinking my eyes to stop my tears.

Resting my head on my Robyn’ lap “I think you’re tired and highly emotional, I feel bad now because I have not been looking after you” closing my eyes, I am just glad to be back on the tour bus “ohhhh Robyn being a bad wifey, stop dick riding him and getting high. I blame Robyn” Mel said, I smiled opening my eyes “leave her alone, I enjoy her. I like to stay awake to protect her” Mel sat down “well you’re all tired with a concert tomorrow, this day off was to rest but look at you. Fuck the haters though Chris, you don’t deserve the hate” feeling Robyn stroke my head “I am going to look after you, sorry. I have been keeping you awake and you are the one performing and doing the work, just close your eyes” grabbing Robyn’ hand and placing it on my cheek “leave your hand here, I feel better now” closing my eyes smiling.

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