#holy tour organizers

[brightlink]

Brightlink Tours and Travels, established in 2014 has become one of the most preferred travel agencies in Kerala. We are the most trusted travel agency that has served thousands of clients over a time span of 8 years. We are the ideal travel agency to book your air tickets, plan your holiday trips, get your certificates attested, to obtain  visa and passport and to chart your religious journey to the Umrah and the Hajj.

Brightlink Tours and travels is a highly organized company with staff who are thorough professionals. Our responsibilities include arranging flights, processing payments, securing accommodation, negotiating deals, sending tickets, providing customer service etc. We have a clear cut vision for executing the task entrusted to us. We understand client requirements and provide the best service at affordable prices.

#tours and travels #tour packages #tour operators #hujj urah #saudi visa #visa stamping #holy tour organizers

[bisexualrapline]

i bought one of those 100 packs of pc sleeves so i could sleeve and re-organize all my pcs and i literally???? ran out as soon as i finished sleeving my bts pcs??????? didn’t even get a chance to get into my budding txt and svt collections. ok

#bro????? #i would never have guessed that i have 100 bts photocards what the actual fuck lmao #i never buy pcs i only keep the ones i pull from albums/dvds #and i don’t think i currently own more than one version of any album except the 2 versions of be and the 2 versions of proof #so ?????? where did all these pcs come from. i don’t know. but i guess i’m a collector #jesus h christ #logging off before i spend more money on organizing my not collection #i just realized. i didn’t even get into my other photocard binders like the dicon or dalmajung ones #that’s where i keep all my mini tour pcs and stuff too. holy shit dude jdkskdks i have so many pictures of these boys help. #.txt #i guess i meant i never buy album pcs i just keep the ones i pull but i do buy mini tour ones a lot

[iovebarca]

hiii I love your fanfics!! Could I request one with gavi where he takes you to la feria de Sevilla. And she isn’t from Spain so he shows her around la Féria and teaches her how to dance and maybe also he is starstruck seeing her in the flamenco dress. Pleaseee

La Feria De Seville - Pablo Gavi

WC: 700+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, fluff!

Quick explanation of La Feria De Seville:

The Feria de Seville started in 1846 as a livestock fair. It was organized by two councillors, Basque José María Ybarra and Catalan Narciso Bonaplata. The fair was held at the Prado de San Sebastian, on the outskirts of the city. Over time, the festival evolved into the lively and colorful event that it is today.

The fair generally begins two weeks after the Semana Santa, or Easter Holy Week. It officially begins at midnight on Saturday, and runs 7 days, ending on the following Saturday

send me requests!! ❤️

As you step off the bustling streets of Seville, Spain, into the vibrant chaos of La Feria de Seville, Pablo takes your hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement. You can feel the energy pulsating through the air, the sound of flamenco music mingling with the chatter of the crowd. This is a world unlike any other, and Pablo is your guide.

"Welcome to La Feria, mi amor," he says, his voice warm with affection.

You follow Pablo through the maze of colorful tents and bustling crowds, your senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the festival. Everywhere you look, there are people laughing, dancing, and indulging in the joy of the moment.

Pablo leads you to a clearing in the center of the fairgrounds, where a makeshift dance floor has been set up beneath a canopy of twinkling lights. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his arms, his movements fluid and confident as he guides you through the steps of the traditional Sevillanas dance.

At first, you stumble and falter, your feet awkward and unsure. But with Pablo's patient guidance, you soon find your rhythm, your body moving in harmony with his. Together, you whirl and spin across the dance floor, lost in the magic of the moment.

As the night wears on, Pablo takes you on a whirlwind tour of La Feria, introducing you to his friends and family, and sharing with you the rich history and traditions of the festival. You listen intently, hanging on his every word, captivated by the passion and pride in his voice.

Pablo's sister, Aurora, appears beside you with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Come, mi amiga," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "I have something for you."

Curious, you follow Aurora through the throngs of people, until you reach a small tent adorned with colorful fabrics and sparkling trinkets. Inside, she rummages through a pile of dresses until she emerges triumphant, holding out a flamenco dress with a flourish.

"It's for you," Aurora declares, her smile infectious. "Try it on."

You hesitate, feeling a rush of nerves at the thought of wearing such a beautiful garment. But Aurora's encouragement is infectious, and before you know it, you find yourself slipping into the dress, the fabric cool against your skin as it cascades down your body in a riot of ruffles and lace.

As you step out of the dressing tent, Aurora's eyes widen in delight, her applause mingling with the cheers of the crowd. "You look stunning!" she exclaims, her voice ringing out over the music. "Like a true Sevillana!"

Pablo appears at your side, his gaze soft with admiration as he takes in the sight of you in the flamenco dress. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined," he whispers, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

As the night at La Feria de Sevilla begins to wind down, Pablo suggests taking a stroll along the banks of the Guadalquivir River. The air is filled with the sweet scent of orange blossoms, and the distant sound of music drifts through the night, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

Hand in hand, you follow Pablo as he leads you away from the fairgrounds and towards the river, the cobblestone streets bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. The twinkling lights reflected in the waters of the Guadalquivir create a mesmerizing sight, casting a magical spell over the night.

As you walk, you share intimate conversations about your hopes, dreams, and aspirations, each word spoken with a tenderness that fills the air with warmth. Pablo listens attentively as you speak, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

With a tender smile, Pablo takes your hands in his, his gaze filled with warmth and affection.

"I love you," Pablo whispers, his voice barely more than a breath against your skin.

Tears well up in your eyes at his confession, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in his words. Without hesitation, you throw your arms around him, pulling him close as you press your lips to his in a sweet, lingering kiss.

In that moment, surrounded by the magic of La Feria and the soft embrace of the night, you know that you have found something truly special—a love that transcends time and distance, a love that fills your heart to overflowing.

"I love you too, Pablo," you whisper against his lips, your voice filled with tenderness and joy. "More than words can say."

#pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi #fc barcelona

[astrum99]

I can’t stop thinking about angel anatomy.

How are they made? What are they made of? If we break them down limb by limb, flesh by flesh, molecule by molecule, would we find the same structures that echoes our DNA? The same stable, constraining carbon? The same heavy metals? The same blood that flows with life, with death? Are they made of the same stardust that echoed in me?

Do they have a brain? A large raw organ, fragile and limited, capable of complex imaginary hallucinatory mathematics with scheduled periods of unconsciousness to make up for the capacity? A liver and two kidneys? To distill the holy light from the contaminates of the polluting environments akin to a dialysis machine cycling the liquids within the veins? A spine that holds strong? Riddled with the same 33 bones and ridges and intervertebral disks and fluids and sensitive nerves and has a habit of bending over for tedious work? A stomach that stirs and shifts constantly? To hold food? Souls? Light? To churn and froth at the consumption of concepts? An appendix? This small unless thing that rests and nestles between the layers of warm, worm-like intestines? How many teeth do you have? How many fingers? How many knees? What is the shape of your nails? What is the colour of your esophagus? How deep are the socket of your eyes?

How fast does your heart beat?

Is it faster? Slower? Do you even have a heart?

Do you feel in the same way that I feel? The pressure of processed wood against my feet, the nagging buzzing of LED light above my head, the smell of faint smoke from a cooking disaster weeks ago. The sound of people laughing unruly in the distance, putting on a show in the TV program that no one watches. The dampness of the towel against my face. The pain of a needle sliding into soft flesh that gives way willingly to metal. The bruises blooming slowly, aching like love. The chirping of songbirds, the shape of cumulus clouds, the haziness of a morning fog that really stayed for far too long. The way that my mother worked around the hard peels of an orange with the sharpest knife in the kitchen, just to present the sweetest parts to me. The tenderness of a shoulder touching mine before stealing my blankets (again) with a giggle that indicated no remorse. The sluggish sunlight that sneaks through the shades just to press a kiss on my forearm. The sorrow and passion of the symphony on the last show on the last tour, followed by cheers and drunken (revered) confessions during the post-performance celebration at 3am in a random bar of a random city. The foot print of an animal in the first winter snow of the year, like a human pressing their hand print on to the cave walls, chanting I am here I am here I am here, chanting remember me remember me remember me.

Do you bear the shame of sacred inabilities as we humans do? Unable to see beyond the visible spectrum of light? Unable to distinguish the difference between wet and dry, only to assume based on temperature and texture? Unable to know if someone else was speaking of the truth? Unable to see inside someone’s mind? Unable to thread words in a way that completely gives you away like you intended to? Unable to turn back into a child and speak of love so easily? Unable to run forever and ever? Unable to peak into the veil beyond space and time and death? Unable to tell your pet that you’re sorry for making them take the awful medicine and please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please don’t hate me? Unable to be remembered and recognized, at least not wholly, at least not without mistakes?

Do you ever feel the strangeness of existence? Why you? Why now? Why here? That sometimes it feels like the world is five degrees to the left and you are just out of sync enough to keep going. That sometimes you are so overwhelmed with the the giant coincidence that is the world so you weep uncontrollably at the wonder of it all. That you feel like suffocation as you dig into the earth with your bloody fingers because a bird hit your window and died and you didn’t know and you kneeled by it for an hour before realizing it wasn’t breathing.

It died so long ago. It won’t get up again. The first time you held a bird was its cold hard corpse. So small between your palms, so fragile. It’s feathers iridescent. You have never seen one so up close. It was the prettiest and the deadest thing you’ve ever touched. It feels like the world. It feels like a prayer. Do you understand?

Do you regret like me? Love like me? Despair like me? Do you dream like me? Pray like me? Cry like me?

How close are you?

Let me touch you.

Please, I have to know.

#reblog welcome #yea this is about Gabriel #I thought too hard abt his anatomy and my brain broke #fuck it im tagging #Gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill #what r u gonna do #restrain me? #ow owow oww stop hitting me stop hitting me #anyways yea I’d love to vivisect him #<- going insane #writing #godcore #angelcore #<- tags that I’ve seen ppl use for this kind of thing but let me know if inappropriate I can remove #az thoughts

[sword-and-sorrow]

Shuonun traipsed off stage with a grin as big as his face plastered on. He was completely and utterly wiped out as he crashed into the arms of his agent.

"Alex, can't you hear them?" he gasped out. "They're still screaming out there. My name. Over and over. My name. Holy shit. I see spots. I need a drink."

Shuonun and Alex had been business partners for a couple of years. Shuonun was the face of the operation, and to his fans he was practically a god, but he was nothing without Alex to advocate for him, to sort out his contracts, to organize the tours where his fans could throw themselves at him in glorious fits of insane devotion.

He had never voiced it before, but the man was his own personal hero.

And he was easy on the eyes too.

Alexander didn’t say much, tensing up as Shuonun crashed into him. Even though he mourned the loss of the crispness of his suit now that the taller man had wrinkled it, he didn’t comment on it.

Shuonun at the moment was one of the biggest names not only in Hollywood but practically worldwide, and Alexander didn’t take jealousy in that. Instead, he simply did his job and tilted his head down whenever someone recognised him from a press conference or video that Alexander kept advising his client against.

Motioning for one of the stage hands to find Shuonun some water, the brand he liked to be exact, he then motioned to another to get the car. Although they weren’t in view of any fans, he still knew their ability to somehow sneak backstage.

It had happened countless times by now, usually a crazed individual claiming they’d name their child after the man if he’d sign an autograph. To everyone, Shuonun was a god, and his voice the answer to all.

Shaking the thought of Shuonun possibly being in danger, Alexander mumbled something before speaking up with a, “we were supposed to be on the road by now…you can’t do oncores every time, your next set of fans will be…upset that you’re late.”

Alexander wanted to use stronger words than that, rip into Shuonun, but he didn’t; he was paid handsomely to work for the star, and he’d known him before fame.

@hellachaotic

#you HAVE to make a picrew of pop star Shuonun…if you want

[halfghostwriter]

“You’re listening to Wraith Radio, your number one link to the living realm. I’m your host, the wandering ghost, Ellie Phantom. This week, we’re taking a tour of the cursed and creepy Gotham City. Longtime listeners will note that this place is nearly impossible to get into for us uninvited specters and spirits, but even longer time listeners will know my fun little method for getting around anti-ghost wards. That’s right, dear listeners, I’ve been playing human, and let me tell you, it may have been the best decision I’ve ever made.

Now, you all know how bored I can get playing human, what with the whole ‘being bad at being alive’ thing. I spend way too much time trying to remember things like how far a human body should be able to bend or how fast a heartbeat should go to have any real fun in my human form. In my defense, it’s not my fault my vital organs don’t work the way they should, that’s on the evil billionaire who made me. But anyway, I’m wandering through this place called Park Row, trying to practice breathing and blinking without needing to think about it, when all of a sudden this group of humans come out of nowhere, shooting each other.

Well, I love a good fight as much as the next ghost, so I get closer to them, try to see who’s on who’s side, who wants to put a bullet in who, when one of them grabs me and puts a gun to my head. So now there’s all this shouting, some threats get yelled out, and I’m thinking, ‘man… I am killing it with this human disguise!’ And it’s true, I was! They really thought I would die to a bullet! So I’m getting ready to phase out of this guy’s grip, maybe rough him up a little, when I see a bullet go straight through his arm. The guy drops me, and suddenly I’m hooked under this other guy’s arm, being thrown around like a potato sack.

And this is where it gets good. Because see, as fucked as my biology may be, I do have a damn good ghost sense. And this guy? He was about as ghost as any undead could be. Yeah, you heard me right, listener. The rumors are true. Gotham, as inhospitable it can be to any and all unwanted ghosts, does in fact have an undead population. Now, that’d be incredible on its own, but this guy? Folks, this guy was fucked. Up. You know that feeling you get when someone nearby gets punched in their core? That real quick ‘oh shit I gotta help this guy before they cease to exist’ feeling? Think that, but constant. Like this guy should be in so much unbelievable pain. And he’s throwing me around like I weigh nothing.

So I’m kind of freaking out, and I look up to ask this guy if he’s okay, and. Guys. You’re not gonna believe this. It was the Red Hood. He’s an undead. I know! It’s insane!

So he throws me to the side, kinda blocking me with his body while he’s shooting these people, and I think he told me to run at some point, but I’ll be honest, my brain just kinda stopped. Cause I’m not thinking about the fight anymore, now I’m thinking ‘holy shit, I need to get this guy to a doctor.’ I was actually in the process of starting to ask when one of the other guys’ bullets grazed me. So I decided against it.

Instead, I took out one of my spare inter-realm radios from my bag— always good to keep an extra in case the first gets destroyed— and one of the flyers for Wraith Radio with the airtime on it, and I snuck it into his pocket and disappeared.

And now, here we are, live on the radio, with— hopefully— Red Hood tuning in. So here we go: Red Hood, I am offering to bring you to the ghost zone doctors to get your core fixed. All I want in return is either an interview or a tour of your haunt, whichever you’re more comfortable with. You helped me out, stopping those guys from shooting me. Granted I would’ve been fine if they shot me, but you didn’t know that, so it still counts as a massive favor. I’m not gonna force you, obviously, but coming from someone whose unstable core almost melted her to death, I really think you should come with me. I doubt you remember much about the afterlife, what with the whole ‘being revived’ thing, but trust me when I say that getting an offer to go to this place as a human is rare, and probably won’t happen again. I will be waiting tomorrow at noon at the same place I was yesterday, hopefully not surrounded by people who wanna shoot me this time. Cool?

Anyway, back to talking about the city—”

————————

Jason stared at the glowing radio. He genuinely couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He remembered that girl, she was so scrawny that she looked like she could keel over at any minute. And apparently, she was some… horror radio show host? Sure, she pegged him as dead, but she probably said that about every interesting person she talked about on her show. And now she was going back to the same place she almost got shot? This kid was gonna get herself killed. Looks like he was going to have to talk some sense into her.

Part 2

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #danielle phantom #jason todd #thought it’d be cool if Ellie decided to share stories of her travels with other ghosts #she has a small rod that works as an ectoplasm-powered radio tower #she just gets to someplace high and starts broadcasting #if anyone wants to add onto this please do #wraith radio

[margarrivergod]

I’m bored so i’m here to recommend some of the brain rotting fics i’ve read recently(all on ao3):

BSD:

A Dolls House by Abyss_In_Wonderland_likes_sexy_cannibals

Rating: M

Warnings: NA

Description: “Chuuya and Dazai get trapped inside of an ability made sigil. Now there's a creepy lady telling them that in order to get out they need to complete five tests. If they don’t pass they’ll just stay there forever or die, but no biggie, right?”

this is a high favorite of mine, the author does a PHENOMENAL job at characterizing the characters, plus the story is *chefs kiss*🤌🏼 i pray that they’ll write more skk fics in the future!!

the liars house by burgundytshirt

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Description: “Dazai, Chuuya, and four others are trapped in a cursed house where you cannot lie—each time you lie, you lose an organ. In seven stages, they are asked deeply personal questions that need to be answered in order to escape. Welcome to The Liar’s House.”

Dare I say this is one of my favorite, if not my favorite, skk fanfic?!? Like holy shit this is SO GOOD! This is a translation of the original, which is in mandarin, but it’s 12/10 regardless!!

TGCF:

Thank You For The Venom by xoTsundoku

Rating: E

Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Description: Mu Qing is guarded and hollow after losing his mother but he's content in his darkness until he moves in with the Fengs, and a light pierces his comfortable solitude in the form of his soon-to-be stepbrother. Two people who can never be together fall in love.

There’s a tag that’s reads “pseudo incest” and idkw but i found it to be the funniest shit lmaoo. But in all hknestly I REALLY like this fic. I still reading it currently but i’m bulldozing through it. I also believe the author does an amazing job at characterization while tying them into a modern au

Bad Intentions by bizzybee

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Despite their hatred for each other, renowned cook Feng Xin and first-timer Mu Qing co-judge an amateur cooking show with a strong following on social media. As filming wraps up, Feng Xin is set to go on an international tour for the release of his debut cookbook. Their public relations coordinators team up to devise a plan that will not only jumpstart sales of Feng Xin’s book, but also boost Mu Qing’s rising fame and satiate the thirst of their shared fans: They will accompany each other on the book tour. Together. As a couple for the cameras. Whether they'll kill or kiss each other first is anybody’s guess.”

This is the first fengqing fic I’ve completed and it will forever hold my heart it’s SO GOOD! My emotionally cknstipated boys thrown into a cooking au!

if you can’t summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine by buthgoth (GremlinGirl)

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Shi Qingxuan gets more than he bargained for when he steals a candlestick from a mysterious magic shop's private collection. A haunted apartment may be the least of his concerns, however. The demon he awakened is ancient and hungry, and it seems Shi Qingxuan might be his new obsession.”

Have I mentioned how obsessed I am with butchgoth’s work?… YES! this is the first fic of theirs that i’ve read and one of my faves. If your a beefleef stan then PLS read this fic plus their others!

as if by destiny by debwriting

Rating: M

Warnings: NA

Descriptions: “Hua Cheng stumbles upon the mysterious Midnight Cafe. He enters for a much-needed meal, and stays for the enigmatic owner, Xie Lian.”

A cute hualian coffee shop au with a twist!

MDZS:

Back to Bite One by diamond bruise

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “or, lwj, wwx and a couple of lan disciples get stuck in a haunted manor”

this one is cute and a tad angsty (like i wanna ram my head in the wall cause y’all r dense lol) but nothing too serious imo

RAWR! is I Love You in dinosaur by FireAwayy

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Xue Yang has spent a life running only to find himself as an animal wrangler at Jurassic Park. He spends his time managing previously extinct monsters, and loving every second of it. Until Xiao Xingchen shows up.”

i love this author i love this fic i love this author i love this fic i love this author i love this fic!!!! if i couldn’t make that clear enough

Furry Porn Costs Extra by Fireaway

Rating: E

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Description: “Lan Xichen is the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world. He's efficent, savvy, and altogether bored. Lan Wangji is a ruthlessly efficient police officer with the highest moral code of anyone who had ever donned the uniform. Jiang Cheng is living day to day, getting by with his art. And when that doesn't work, robbing people blind. Wei Wuxian is the thief who hides behind a guileless smile and his uncanny ability to simply vanish when needed. What happens when their lives intertwine with one another? Will they find the answers they're looking for, or will they end up losing more than they ever bargained for?”

If i didn’t make it clear enough this author writes lovely fics! this is my fav Xicheng fic to date, it has its serious plot plus the humor is spot on (there is no actual furry porn)

Thicker Than Water by athena_crikey

Rating: M

Warnings: NA

Descriptions: “A disaster, is Lan Zhan’s first impression as the bike squeals to a halt on the far side of Song Lan’s car. The man riding it – and he’s tall, and lanky, and sure-footed – hops off and locks it to the car’s back door. The back door of a police vehicle. He pulls his helmet off to reveal long, sweat-soaked hair with a shaggy undercut, bright grey eyes, and a smile that launches like an arrow straight through Lan Zhan’s chest. No, he thinks, watching this trainwreck of a man shimmy between the narrow space dividing Song Lan’s back bumper and the next car’s hood like he’s doing some kind of dance step. Absolutely not.”

I absolutely ADORE athena crikey and her work- ALL OF IT!! this one in particular is one of my favs- here we have a modern cultivation au with my fav neurodivergent duo

Every River, Every Stream by athena_crikey

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Wei Ying, rookie architect and chronically unable to prioritize his love life, in a moment of madness turns out to be tested for compatibility with famous new entertainer Lan Zhan, struggling with the after-effects of chemo. Unexpectedly matched with a man on a very different career trajectory, he's presented with a litany of unappealing choices. Oh, and also love.”

Another work by dear ole athena. This was the first fic I’ve read of hers and it will forever be a strong favorite.

Post Mortem by Cataclysmic_Calamity

Rating: E

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Descriptions: “Life is a horror movie sometimes. You ignore all the warning signs. You end up standing there in the final scene, covered in blood, contemplating your life choices. Wei Ying is used to that. But it’s harder when you’re in love with your best friend.”

If you guys are heavy into the tgcf or mdzs fandom than you’ll know exactly who this author, Evie, is. She wrote NPAB and The Soul Remains, along with a bunch of other beautiful fics. BUT MY GOD THIS ONE!!! I never see anyone talk about Post Mortem and I will proudly say this is my fav Wangxian fic, and one of my favorite fics period. The story is wonderful, characters r well written, beautifully paced, plot is to die for(lol). She’s an amazing author all in all so check her work out if you haven’t!!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #mxtx tgcf #tgcf #danmei #mdzs #mxtx #ao3 recs #ao3 #ao3fic #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs lan wangji #mdzs fic #mdzs wwx #skk #skk gives me brainrot and i will never shut up about it so fight me #bsd fic #tgcf hualian #tgcf fanfic

[b-courageous1010]

What’s on my Radar

Feeling optimistic about 2023!

Been in a funk lately to push out productivity so I decided to take a fresh look at what I have going on what I need to keep on my radar. Going back to updating this monthly to reassess and see where I need to shift focus.

Health

Consume less Social Media

I have to be more conscious of the content I’m consuming

I can only take the other sites in small doses

Maintain Daily yoga sessions

Morning sessions

Start including bedtime sessions

Personal Finance

Finding ways to make my money work for me

Working on a stricter budget (Spending way too much in certain categories)

Travel Plans

Upcoming Trips

👩🏾‍🎓-✈️ Flight booked now just to pass this class

Touring the Grand Canyon

Family Vacation - Summer

Still looking for deals on tickets

Apparently it’s my project to find stuff for us to

Certifications/Career

Finance mentorship

Still waiting for applications

It’s 12 months long but you meet once a month (its gives Big Brother/Big Sister vibes and I actually like that)

Apply to Emerging Leaders Mentorship Program

This program is only 6 weeks and it’s jammed packed with interesting session for leadership skills and goal setting (Finance mentorship is less structured)

Role focus

For each job I like to have a goal of what I want to work on and for my current position is my business communication skills

Build effective organization skills

Build a solid foundation of understanding

I like the niche I’m in and I can make a career out of it (planning on staying for 3 and then assess if I want to continue)

Get as much hands on experience as possible

Prepare for new exam

Pricing materials

Plan to sit by October (if available)

Maintain Kanban for work

Maintain a habit of updating tasks when new sub tasks arise

Using it to keep my head on straight with side projects

Good things so far

Learning how to travel easier

Decided on photography as a hobby (great way to get me out the house)

Going to moms house every Thursday

Holy crap I finally made it to the last course for my masters!! (I had so many bumps and stops that I feels so good to be at the end!)

Journaling constantly but looking for new methods! (Suggestions always welcomed)

Proud of my progress and the person I’m becoming!!

Updated 2.16.2023

#black femininity #soft black girls #classy black women #black women in femininity #black women in luxury #leveling up #level up #level up diary #soft black women #professional development #self care tips #self improvement #productivity #organization tips #organization #black girls in corporate #corporate baddie

[monstercampus]

Archangel Professor & Isaac of Virtue - First Meeting

(cws: none)

Considering how many demons you've met at the school so far, it's a little shocking to hear from your harpy classmate that there's a chapel on campus. Especially since you haven't seen such a building anywhere in your tours, but you wonder if perhaps it's due to the sensitive nature of such a place. It's not exactly something you're planning on looking out for, but when she mentions it, the idea sticks in your head for the rest of class.

It's but a week later that you notice the distinct chiming of a bell on your way to the dining hall for lunch, the brisk Sunday morning chilly and damp but not enough to stop you from diverting your path to follow it. It entrances you in a way, leads you down a cobblestone path right up the steps of an enormous cathedral sat squarely in the midst of the university's sprawling gardens. It looms over you in an almost intimidating way, so tall and grand with the kind of elegant architecture you'd see in any travel magazine for some historically exotic vacation spot. As you venture through the tall but shockingly light front doors, your eyes lock on to the first thing that enters your vision; a being standing before the pulpit that stands as if he was awaiting your arrival, alongside a smaller companion that busies himself with organizing what looks to be the donations from a busy service. Once the doors squeal shut with a heavy thud behind you, he lifts his head to look over his shoulder, his feathery white wings flicking up in surprise before he regains himself and turns to face you fully with a grin.

The church itself resembles one you would probably see back home, but only in the symbolic sense alone. There are pews lined from back to front, a podium for one to deliver sermons, stained-glass windows at the far end and gorgeously decorated walls and floors lined with eternal candles that burn forever. But unlike back home, there's a touch of nature inside the chapel; a light breeze blows through the room and sends tiny glitters of stardust careening through the air, and while there certainly looks to be a roof from the outside, all you see upon looking upwards is a cover of clouds that obscures all that lies within. Unlike the gloomy skies outside, this artificial one glows with a rosy-pink hue that casts over the whole interior, giving the cathedral a dreamy edge-of-sunset glow that feels as though you're seeing through rose-tinted glasses.

The archangel–who you only recognize as such upon thinking back to your Holy World History classes–isn't at all what you thought they would look like. His blinding white two-piece suit is the only part of him that betrays any humanity; the rest of him is a mishmash of different features that don't seem to meld together. His hands float in tune with the movement of his arms but they aren't attached, rather there's an empty space between his wrists and palms. Where there should be a head, there's nothing but eyes; a faint cloud of tiny, sparkling bits of stardust seems to be the only thing that indicates the space where his eyes remain in place. And a pair of huge, heavenly wings sit folded up against his back, yet they're so large even on his tall frame that they scrape the ground and leave small, glowing scratches of gold that brighten before quickly fading into nothing.

His assistant, however, appears to be astoundingly human. The young man watches you through snow-white eyes and a fringe of soft, pale blond hair, which is otherwise perfectly combed down and trimmed at the neck. The suit he wears resembles his mentor's to a T, aside from the jacket he's missing that leaves him only in the perfectly creased pants and black dress shirt. Somehow, despite the very air emanating a holiness here, something about his particular gaze betrays…well, it holds a hint of lechery to it, especially as his attention flickers between meeting your eyes and catching the bared skin of your ankles beneath your jeans as you halt in front of them. Here, in this moment, you feel the heavy uncertainty weigh on your shoulders at standing before the judge and jury.

"Here only a moment, and already you tempt my steward." A voice booms authoritatively from the head of the cathedral, and at that, the archangel's assistant guiltily turns his eyes away from you, and you're left feeling shame heat your chest despite doing nothing wrong. "Is there anything of note that you require, human, or do you desire nothing but to waste my time?"

The severity of the tongue-lashing you've just gotten could send you into shock had you not grown used to the terrifyingly abnormal by now. You would expect a being of such grandiosity and holiness to address you with gentleness and love–but this archangel speaks with bitterness hot on his tongue, so stern you feel like a child being reprimanded despite not knowing what for.

"Professor, the human has no ill intentions. I believe the Dean instructed us to welcome them with open arms." The angel leans over to murmur those words quite conspicuously, clearly forgoing the guilt of his stare in favour of easing himself into that tense space between yourself and the archangel. In this chapel, you feel he may as well be the only one on your side. Yet, if it weren't wholly improper, you would be sure you'd see those dozens of eyes rolling as the archangel heaves a breathy sigh.

"Welcome to our esteemed campus. I thank you for defiling our holy ground without warning nor reason." Suddenly, as if godly in nature, a crack of thunder erupts and the clouds overhead grow dark and worrisome. Yet despite the frightening shift, neither the archangel nor his assistant bat an eye as if the ill omen is an everyday occurrence–though the former does huff quietly, clearly aware of who that warning was meant for. "...Pardon my faithless utterances. I beg your forgiveness."

You distinctly hear the angel at his side mutter something about someone upstairs giving them an earful for that. Although the archangel himself couldn't sound less uncaring about his own apology nor whether you'd accept it, you do, and in return the professor takes his leave with a sweep of his wings around his frame–just barely avoiding clipping you with his feathers as he takes off in a golden blur into the sky, diving upright into the sea of clouds above and disappearing completely.

In the silence that follows, the protégé himself sighs. In the absence of his superior, he introduces himself as the angel, Isaac of Virtue, and the professor as archangel Mikael, formerly Dominion. All hefty titles, yet without much more you desire to say or to see, you turn your eyes away from the brilliant light and move to take your leave of this chapel that clearly wishes not to welcome you.

But Isaac catches your wrist as you do so, his mentor's many eyes having turned away and vanished to attend to whatever is his business. His smile carries a gentler edge this time, just as cool and soft to the touch as his palm on your skin as it lingers there.

"Don't mind the professor's words, human. He's….well, he's ancient," Isaac chuckles, the lighthearted attempt at a joke doing what he hoped and drawing a small smile out of you. "He doesn't really mind humans as much as it seems. He's just…well, he's quite stubborn. Very set in his ways…" That last part comes out quiet and soft in the airy space between the pews. However, when he inquires about any questions you might have that he'd be happy to answer, only one comes to your mind at the moment.

"Um…do all angels…are they like..?" You gesture towards your own eyes, although your focus shifts above his head to spot the twinkling of something as the light refracts off of it. It's invisible to the naked eye, but you could swear you see some kind of halo shape hovering there in the prismatic glow.

Isaac seems to understand your words without you speaking the rest of them, his grip loosening but not letting go–and with a nod, he proves his answer by closing his eyes. When he opens them again, three more pairs crack open down each of his cheeks and blink to take you into focus, the three extra sets surveying you independently with a heart-chilling shade of red irises. When you've gotten a good look, he's quick to blink again–and this time, only his primary pair of eyes reopen, the whites tinged a very pale pink before the colour soon drains away.

"I hope this was a show of good faith. We should be friends, no?" It's hard to disagree with such an innocently sweet expression staring back at you, so with little thought given to the verbal contract you're signing you agree with a soft "of course".

"Wonderful!" He finally releases you from his grip and claps his hands together, only afterwards ducking his head around out of habit to check if the archangel is listening. But at no sign of interruption above from the fiercely stern professor, he turns back around and produces a card from his sleeve that he presses into your palm. And with a cautiously big step back, Isaac extends his wings fully and takes off into the air, sending whips of a breeze to tousle your hair and clothes as he soars up into the cloud-covered ceiling.

As soon as he's gone, you turn the card around in your hands to take a look while hustling your steps out of the now-empty cathedral. On one side is nothing but a bit of gold engraving on the white cardstock, while the other side has a phone number beneath his name and university status. You can't help but notice how the golden ink moves within the card, lines writhing and intertwining within each other to spell new words out the longer you look at it.

"Isaac the Virtuous, aide to Archangel Mikael, envoy of angelic healing….friend of the equally virtuous–and charming–human."

#archangel prof #isaac of virtue #angel x reader #angel boyfriend #monster boyfriend #archangel prof x reader #isaac x reader #monster campus introductions #monster campus #neutral pov #ellie writes #1k

[edens-pen]

𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦) | 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary | eddie munson, lead singer of corroded coffins, is reading thirst tweets with buzzfeed and the last one, the most vulgar and detailed one, has a username that looks a little familiar.

pairing | eddie munson x black!fem!reader

wc | 1,650

warnings | modern!eddie, thirst tweets, banter, references to sex: free use, face fucking, unprotected sex, creampies, cervix-fucking.

a/n | i’ve had shitty writer’s block, but i saw aubrey plaza’s thirst tweets + remembered folake aina’s apology to skepta, so now we have this :) not beta read.

[ 18+ | minors, blank, ageless blogs: do not interact ]

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“Okay, so I know the format has been explained to you multiple times, but I’m just going to review it once more and then we’ll get you started,” Eddie gave the thumbs up and the director continued. “So you’ll be reading some tweets we have lined up for you. The first few will be pretty tame and then it gets a bit more “thirsty” as you can guess. If you read one and you start to get uncomfortable, feel free to stop, okay?”

Eddie smiles, “Do your worst.”

“Good!”

The cameraman counts him down and Eddie grins.

“Hey there, I’m Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitar player for Corroded Coffin, and today I will be reading your thirst tweets,” Eddie laughs and sets up the phone they have with the tweets lined up. “I’m hoping for some real metal shit, so let’s go.”

He takes a quick breath and reads the first tweet they have written.

Eddie Munson is a gift from God.

“Thank you, while I think there are many people who would disagree with you, I like that line of thinking. I think I’m a gift from Ozzy, maybe? Y’know, like the music gods.”

need to know eddie munson’s shampoo and conditioner. immediately. purely for “research” purposes

Tilting his head back, Eddie chuckles when he looks into the camera. “Yeah, you sound like you’ve got the best intentions. I’m not sure actually, it’s whatever my girlfriend buys and puts in her shower. I trust her judgment, she has good taste apparently.”

In desperate need of the lead singer from Corroded Coffin to break his guitar over my head multiple times.

This one elicits a large guffaw out of him, “Holy shit. I love my guitar so much, I don’t think I’d be able to do that. Maybe with, like, an acoustic though, something that’s not my favorite guitar. But that sounds cool, sounds like a fun night out.”

just came back from corroded coffin’s show. i would let eddie munson back his tour bus over my body multiple times a day.

“I’m actually not allowed to drive the tour bus anymore. I’m banned, forbidden, prohibited, all that great stuff. One little accident, barely a scratch, and suddenly I’m an outlaw,” Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. “But I was completely sober! Driving drunk is not metal, as my girlfriend would say, it’s only something a half witted, selfish, asshole would do."

This earns him a few chuckles and claps from the camera and sound crew before he moves on to the next tweet.

As the director explained, the next few tweets get raunchier in nature. They now request that Eddie use and abuse various parts of their bodies, or even offer parts of their bodies for his pleasure. But by the time they near the end he’s laughing too hard and needs a glass of water.

“I’m not sure if you need two kidneys to live, but I think you’re worth more to me alive than dead. But selling your organs on the black market is pretty fucking cool, if you ask me.”

 i will offer any hole eddie munson wants or desires. i am nothing but a set of willing holes for him. please take me up on this offer.

He’s cackling now, trying to swallow the water and catch his breath. “I appreciate the enthusiastic offer, and the free use implications, fans like you are why we do what we do.”

The director breaks up the laughter, by speaking to Eddie. “The last tweet is a bit long, and has two parts.” Eddie nods his understanding and clears his throat to read.

Below the tweet is a picture of Eddie on stage, shirt open, guitar perched right over his crotch, hair drenched in sweat.

eddie munson. please, just 10 minutes of ur time, i would suck u dry.  i would require reconstructive throat surgery from my actions. i would hold my ankles while u touch my cervix because momma didn’t raise a quitter. i could take u totally raw, no lube, no condom, just me taking u deep like i was born to.

“Fucking Ozzy.”

The next tweet is a picture of text from the Notes app.

I would like to sincerely apologize for my actions last night. What I wrote in the heat of the moment was extremely inappropriate and was not the image that I would like to cast of myself online or in person. I truly hope that my prior moment of weakness does not sully my honest, innocent image. I should’ve known better. I used my Bachelor’s degree for evil, not for good, and for that, I am sorry. To everyone who had to read and witness that, I cannot express greater regret. And to Eddie Munson, the subject of my previous tweet, I am hoping that you will be open to receiving your apology in private.

“What the fuck?” Tears well up in Eddie’s eyes as he laughs. “This is what I meant when I said I wanted something metal.” His eyes scan over the tweet and he locks in on the user name, shaking his head when he realizes that he recognizes it. He’s not sure if it’s on purpose, but he keeps the information to himself.

“Fuck,” He cackles. “No lube, no condom? Holy shit. This person means it, fuck, I mean reconstructive throat surgery. How are they taking me so–” he cuts himself off to giggle. “That they need surgery? Born to do this? Where did you guys find this tweet?”

–

You toss off your white coat, making sure your stethoscope is still tucked neatly in its carrying case. When you move into the kitchen you find your boyfriend leaning against the counter, eating takeout from the container.

“Hey baby,” pressing a quick kiss on to his lips, you swipe a noodle from his chopsticks. “How was it today? I know you were doing some press, Buzzfeed right?”

Eddie nods, swallowing his mouthful before grinning at you. “Yeah, interviews, thirst tweets, you’ve seen them.”

“Yeah! They always get some of the weirdest tweets on there,” you chuckle. Reaching into the bag, you grab a set of chopsticks and open the second takeout container. “Read anything good?”

He does his best to contain his smile as he swallows another mouthful of food. “The usual, y’know? Kidneys, bussy, and semi trucks.” Shoveling food into your mouth, you confirm your understanding, but Eddie doesn’t stop there. “The last one was pretty interesting though. Like this person put time, thought, and detail into writing this tweet. The entire set was laughing.”

You look up with interest, “Oh really? What’d it say?”

“Just how they would only need ten minutes with me, reconstructive throat surgery, cervix-fucking, raw sex. Any of that sound familiar?” You freeze in your spot, shutting your eyes as you try to ignore your boyfriend’s words. “They even issued an apology afterwards, but they left the tweet up, which I thought was funny.”

Words were locked in your throat as you pretend to be wholly interested in your lo mein.

“Sound familiar?”

“Not at all!” you lie, setting your container on the counter. “Well, I’m going to go shower.”

You hoped that Eddie wouldn’t follow you in the bedroom, but you know better than that.

“Written by munsonsslutlife…that username doesn’t sound at all familiar to you?” You continue undressing as he speaks, attempting to block out his words. “I think I’ve heard it before. I remembered you showing me–”

You whip around, half naked and frantic as you look at your boyfriend. It has only been about 7 months into your relationship and you didn’t want to freak Eddie out with how much he consumed your thoughts before you even spoke to him.

“It was before I met you! It was from a spam account, and it was like over a year ago and I didn’t want to be weird and seem like some obsessed, sex-crazed fan or something,” you explain, eyes everywhere but on your boyfriend.

A beat of silence passes before Eddie shuffles over to you. He cups your cheeks, pulling your face up towards his while he leans into you.

“Why, baby?” he murmurs, breath puffing against your lips. “You didn’t want to be my little groupie bitch?” 

You stiffen in his arms, cheeks warming up at the filth falling from his lips, you try to hide away like you normally do, but his grip on your face hampers that. “You talk big shit on that account baby. Wanted me deep in your cunt, wanted my cock fucking up into while you hold your ankles because what? Your mom didn’t raise a quitter. C’mon baby, you said you’d take me raw. No condom, no lube. What happened to all of that?”

Heat gathers up in your palms and settles in your stomach as you take in Eddie’s heated look. So far, mostly at your request, the sex has been vanilla. Not at all bad, just very tame. Not like what Eddie was used to, but he made no complaint. Unbeknownst to him, it’s not like what you were used to either.

“Played innocent with me this whole time, but that’s not you, is it?” Eddie smiles, shaking your head in his palms. “You’re fucking dirty. The whole fucking world knew you were born to take my dick and you couldn’t even tell me? I’m so hurt,” he’s fake pouting at the end, but your gut still twists at his words.

“Eddie,” you start, reaching up to touch his chest. “I’m sorry.”

He tsks lightly, pecking your lips before he goes back to sit on your bed.

“Lucky for you baby,” Eddie spreads his legs and leans back against his palms. His bulge is large and prominent in his jeans and you feel your mouth watering a little at the sight of it. “I’m open to receiving my apology in private.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eden writes eddie #eden writes filth #late night with eden #eden drabbles on and on

[hyunnieshannie]

SUPERBOARD

Chapter 3: N/S

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

General Synopsis: S_Class started off as a street racing team, built between friends but as the adrenaline rush died down, racing wasn’t enough. N/S was formed. What started off with petty crimes, quickly spiraled into a string of organized crime. 

Warnings: Mentions of sex PALACE. Mentions of violence, weapons, drugs, growing weed,

Added: If you would like to tour the N/S House please click here: Bedrooms Personal Rooms Common Spaces

A/N: Holy shit this one took a lot out of us...

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, this does not represent the idols mentioned in any way.

please DO NOT rewrite, translate, or repost this fic. Thank you.

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You didn’t sleep that night, your brain was too busy pestering you about the idea of needing to choose between Limitless, and S_Class. Your mind twisted with Felix’s words of warning. How would choosing a crew be a lifetime commitment? Who was Domino? Why was ‘Jinnie’ offered up? In what way was ‘Jinnie’ offered to you? Why did Jake let you spend the entire time with the S_Class crew? Was he sick of you? Was his plan to pawn you off to them? What would he gain from letting you lean towards S_Class? What would he gain if you joined Limitless? The more you learned about each group the more you wondered if these were just racing teams, or if you’d actually been brought into some weird type of cult. 

Why could questions only be answered by the respective groups? What the fuck and why the fuck are they so secretive? What about the weapons? Fighting? And seriously who the fuck was Domino, and why did Phobia look so pained to even hear the name? What had Phobia done for them to bring something clearly painful to him up? 

All the questions you had, would either go unanswered or you could find out. IF you joined S_Class. Limitless showed no real interest in you. Felix was right, they had handed you off from the get go. Sure Oddinary and NoEasy were both clear ring leaders with power over both groups you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, but if what Felix said was true, if Limitless wanted you, they’d have fought them and made one of their own members show you around. 

You were exhausted. Tossing and turning all night, from everything. The more you thought on it, the more questions you had. You wanted to know what was going on with S_Class, you wanted to know why Phobia looked so distressed. You wanted to know why you even cared about his stupid fucking emotions, when he had treated you like nothing more than a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe, that he was trying desperately to get off him. 

As you walked through the halls of your university, you couldn’t help but almost want to avoid both Jake and Felix, and whoever the fuck Yeosang was. 

“No name!” a black haired boy dressed in a pair of baggy black pants, a white tee and an oversized leather jacket comes jogging up to you, waving at you. You recognize him from the race yesterday, he was glued to NoEasy. AH! Double Knot. 

“Uh…”

“Jeongin,” he says, and quickly notices the confusion on your face.

“Hi?” 

“Oh uh, sorry. You might know me as-”

“No, no I know who you are, I just didn’t expect you to be here.” You feel an arm drape over your shoulder from behind you and you turn quickly to see Felix smiling at you and the boy standing in front of you. 

“Nah, Innie here is just a baby, he’s still gotta attend classes you know Princess?” Felix teases in a sing-song tone. “Just because he’s dicking down one of the leaders, doesn’t mean she gives him a free pass on skipping classes,” 

“You’re just mad I landed on one of the sisters and you didn’t.” Jeongin puffs out his chest, obviously proud of the girl he gets to call his, a smug smile pursed on his lips.  

“Interesting way to describe my sister.” Oddinary huffs as she walks past, with Maniac in tow. 

“Shut it Kierra, you know it's true!” Felix laughs. 

“Remember your place Felix.” Maniac seethes at Felix. 

“Ooh big scary Minho, is threatening me in school! Common man, go back to quietly simping for your girl.” Felix teases, making kissy faces at Maniac, no, Minho. Dear god this is gonna get confusing.

“I'm not a simp?” Minho says and rolls his eyes at Felix’s childish antics. 

“You took an extra year to make sure she’d be safe. That's simping.” Jeongin adds.

“That's loyalty.” Oddindary, nope, Kierra says brushing Felix off your shoulder. “You pick a side yet No Name?” 

“That’s my job?” Felix huffs, as you see Jake running up to the group of people that circled around you.

“Jakey boy, here to find out the answer?” Felix teases, pushing and poking at Jake’s arms. 

“Partially that, partially to figure out where Seungmin is, dude was supposed to meet me like ten minutes ago.” 

They’re all watching you, waiting for some sort of answer. Earlier you had thought you came to the conclusion that you knew exactly where you’d land and pick neither group. But now, with them all in front of you. You were once again conflicted. Jake had come alone, once again. Meanwhile S_Class had presented themselves in front of you. Each waiting eagerly for your response. 

“I-” you look between Jake and the S_Class crew, eyes landing on Felix. “I think I’m a bit more comfortable with you guys…”

“You made the right choice No Name.” Kierra said, patting your head gently.

“I’ll tell Akira.” Jeongin said, fishing his phone out of his pocket.

“Today you ride with me, and Hyunnie.” Kierra says. “We have a lot of work to be done before you're brought into the crew fully, Hyunnie will be your guide for that part. While Akira and I find you a spot, you good to leave your car here overnight or?” 

“I don’t have one-” you say a little shyly and the people surrounding you all gasp. It does seem a little silly to join a racing team and not have a car…

“I can work with this.” Kierra nods slowly. “Surely I got something around. Maybe Bin can whip something together for you. Can you at least drive?” You nod your head. “Wonderful, meet me at the back end of the school at one. Don’t worry about whatever classes you have.” 

~𝄋~

You look at the clock displayed on your phone, the time read twelve fifty-eight. You were early. Something inside you told you, you didn’t want to push Kierra’s buttons when you’d be riding with her. You look up and see Phobia walking towards you. God he’s even more beautiful in the day time, the sun kissing his tan skin making it look like he’s fucking glowing. 

“No name,” he says coldly as he stands next to you. 

“Phobia.” you say shyly to greet him back.

“Call me Hyunjin here. It’s fine.” You’re playing with your fingers again, super uncomfortable with his cold disposition. “I see you dropped the Limitless losers.” 

“Felix made a compelling argument last night.” 

“With his dick?” You turn to him quickly and look at him in shock. What the fuck did he think you were? Did he think it was that you were that easy?

“Absolutely not?!” 

“He didn’t fuck you? Progress buddy, fucking progress!” Hyunjin laughs, but there was still a bit of seriousness to his praise to his friend. 

“So, where's Kierra?” you ask, shaking off the weird vibes that surrounded you both from his previous questioning.

“Getting her ‘child’ she should be here in a second. You’ll hear that monster of a practice car in a moment.” He emphasizes the word child on purpose. You just rolled your eyes at his comment and chose to ignore it. 

You hear the car before you see it. Kierra pulls up in a red Subaru wrx, her speakers blaring music as she smiles out the window at you and Hyunjin. You both wordlessly get in the car. You didn’t really ask where you were going, as the rules stated, “any information deemed worthy will be given”. Here we fuckin go I guess. 

~𝄋~

The drive was fairly long, for someone who was speeding down the highway at speeds that would kill you on impact if you were to somehow crash. Music blaring through the speakers, the bass reverberating through the car. Sending wave after wave of sound, physically through your chest. No one spoke the entirety of the way. Even with her speeding, the ride was roughly two hours long. By the time anyone said anything, you were headed into a forested area. You had no clue where you were. Your surroundings all looked the same. There was barely anything around, the only things that surrounded the lone road were tall trees and deep dark woods. There was no one else on the road. No cars for miles. The car stops, and both Oddinary Kierra, and Phobia Hyunjin turn to face you. 

“This is your last chance to back out. Before I give you any information I need you to think very carefully,” Kierra looks at you seriously through the rearview mirror. “This is a lifetime commitment, this is much more than just a racing crew. You can back out now, all you want; but if you choose to continue in, there's no backing out.” 

“Not if you value your life that is…” Hyunjin whispers, 

“My- what? My life?” 

“Think about it, no name. Think about it deeply.” They both turn to look at you seriously. Kierra’s seriousness was a little unnerving. 

What have you gotten yourself into? There was no information to make this decision, when you had originally made it you thought this would simply just be some team. A sports team of sorts. Now they’re saying your life would depend on your decision? Somehow this isn’t what's holding you back from wanting to continue on with them. Life has been pretty boring, stressful, and lately just not worth.. Continuing. Every move, every new school, every friend group made and lost, your family who cared about no one other than themselves. All of it added up, into what you were before moving to Seoul, to what you knew you would become the second you could escape them. “Can I have one question?” 

“You just asked one.” Hyunjin quips back at you. His tone is serious. He obviously doesn't trust you at all or like you very much. 

“Shoot.” Kierra rolls her eyes at Hyunjin, slapping his shoulder. 

“I have a shit family-” you start, “They move me around often. They don’t think of anyone but themselves. If this is a lifetime commitment, what happens if they decide to pick up and leave again?” Hyunjin looks at Kierra, he tightens his brows together and shakes his head slightly as if to say ‘no’. Kierra just looks back with a slight pout to her lips and nods affirmatively.

“Now let me answer that with a question,” Kierra asks. “Do you want to leave? If you had the option to stay, ignoring the money, and where you’d live. Would you? If you had a-” she pauses, picking her words carefully, “if you had a makeshift family, who would support you, financially, mentally, physically. Would you stay?” 

“I would.”

“Then you wouldn’t be moving.” Kierra says matter-of-factly. “If you choose to continue, you’d have all of that and more.” 

You think over her words. What have you really got to lose if you continue? The family who doesn't care about you? Kierra is offering you that family. They’re offering you so much more than you could get at home. “Then I’ll go on.” Kierra nods, as she slowly pulls the car forwards onto a gravel path. The forest thickens around you, until you reach a large clearing with a modern mansion in front of you. The house is massive from the outside, windows surrounding the front of the house, a large staircase leading to the front door, with an entrance to a garage right next to it. The house looks like it goes on forever. Kierra pulls in slowly to the driveway, from the outside; you don’t see how the driveway leading into the garage actually slopes downwards. She continues in slowly, the fluorescent lights all turning on as the motion from the car triggers their sensors. As the dark garage brightens you notice you’ve entered what looks like to be a garage the size of one that you’d typically find in apartment complexes. Who the fuck has a garage this big? You see the line of cars all parked in designated spots labeled with each person's name carefully written into a metal plate placed on the wall. 

Kierra pulls into the spot that is marked with her name. Each of you getting out of the car. 

“Hyunnie,” Kierra calls,

“Ki.” Hyunjin turns back to her.

“Be a doll?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Hyunjin says and he turns to you and says “I’ll be back,” before he heads out of the garage. 

“So, no name. What’s your name?” Kierra asks as she leads you towards the stairs. You walk past another garage, much smaller, but had a shit ton of equipment in it, music blasting throughout the room. She walks with you up the stairs and into a huge living room with black couches and windows that reach the tall ceilings. You both continue to walk into the living room and you can see the kitchen a bit further away. 

“Y/N.” you say as you look around the place in absolute awe. 

“Well, Y/N. Welcome to N/S base.” She motions her hand towards the couch, wordlessly telling you to sit on the black clothed couch. “This is where we work, plan, play, and live. Everything is done here.” Kierra says fondly as she looks around the room. You notice a large table behind her couch, with enough seating for 18 people. You see a staircase that leads to a loft above the living room. The house was all greyscale, blacks, grays, whites, and wood tones decorated most of the house that you have seen so far. Kierra turns to you a little more seriously. “This is our safe space, where we can do what we want when we want. Without the world telling us we’re wrong.” 

“This is our haven.” NoEasy says as she walks up with Hyunjin in tow. “And now yours as well.”

“Mine?” you ask confused, looking between the two girls and Hyunjin. 

Kierra hums and nods her head, “Jinnie will show you around while Akira and I work out the specifics. You’ll meet with Hanji later. I find it’s best to learn on the job.” Kierra smiles smugly as she winks at her sister. Hyunjin stiffens next to NoEasy Akira. 

“Ki-” Hyunjin stops Kierra before she continues. “Ki, are you sure sending her out with Ji is a good idea?” Kierra looks at him and gives him a look. 

“For now. You need to understand what you’ve been brought into.” Akira cuts him off before he says anything else. You are fully confused now. “I’m sure Hyune has mentioned, not to ask questions. Well now is your time to defy him, ask away.” You have just been given a gift. Any question you want. What the fuck do you ask first?? 

“I thought your team name was S_Class. What is N/S?” You ask carefully. 

“S_Class is our team name.” Hyunjin answers quickly. “N/S is the organization that owns S_Class. Next Question.” 

You're starting to piece things together - large house, many cars, code names, ‘Without the world telling us we’re wrong’, secrecy, your life depending on your decisions. Ahh, you got it. “What sort of business owns an illegal street racing team?” 

“An illegal business?” Hyunjin says snarkily, folding his arms across his chest.

“Jinnie,” Kierra scolds..

“Ki, babe seriously what kind of question is that? Did you really expect me not to say something back?” Hyunjin whines. You see Minho jump over the back of the couch and pull Kierra into his side. 

“Watch your tone, Hyunjin.” Minho threatens. 

“Yeah, whatever. Next question.” Hyunjin waves him off, looking back at you to continue. 

“If N/S is the organization that owns you all-” 

“Let me stop you there, N/S owns the team love.” Minho stops you before you have the chance to finish your sentence. “The ones who own us all, are sitting in front of you.” He points his finger between Kierra and Akira. A look of shock crosses your face. How in the fuck do these two women own all of these dudes? Were they slaves? Sex Slaves? Why are you here?

“So you’re a gang.” You say carefully. 

“Bingo baby,” Minho snaps his fingers and leans back to Kierra, gripping her thigh between his hand. 

“I see,” you nod in understanding. “So, why am I here?” 

“Jinnie.” Kierra calls. “Be a doll?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Hyunjin says and leaves the room again. You notice that whenever Kierra calls him ‘doll’ he goes off without a single word further of what he has to do. Like it's ingrained in him somehow. But without missing a beat, Akira continues for her sister. 

“To put it simply, we recently lost a member.” Akira says calmly. “Replacing a member takes time. Now I didn’t expect 7PM to just go and drop a replacement in our lap like that, but all is fair on S_Class territory. They lost their chance, not that you’d fare well with them anyways.” 

“That brat The8 would’ve eaten her alive,” Minho seethes through his teeth.

“My love?” Kierra says in a sing-song voice. 

“Yes, kitten?” Minho responds back immediately.

“Why don’t you go play with Innie, I’m sure he has a broken down new toy, waiting to be fixed. I heard it runs quite fast.” Kierra says and looks to her sister. Minho smirks at her and kisses her temple before getting up and leaving the room. 

“I love those kinds of toys,” Minho chuckles, rubbing his hands together. You look at him in confusion. What the fuck are they talking about. 

“Make sure Innie doesn’t go too hard after it, please? I’d like to actually see it today.” Akira chimes in before he can leave. 

“And Minho?” Kierra calls out, Minho turning around to look at her. “We don’t want a parrot.” Minho nods, the smile on his face is devious, scary. He looks excited to play with this toy. Minho leaves the room and the girls turn back to you. 

“So before I send you off with Hyune, we’re gonna have to get some rules straight okay?” Akira says and waits for your undivided attention. “Rule number one, everyone has a job. Respect it. Unless asked to help, stay out of their way.” You nod and her sister continues. 

“Rule number two. Nothing that happens within this group ever, EVER, leaves the group.” Kierra says, nodding to herself. 

“Rule three, ALWAYS make sure to present yourself as irreplaceable. Everyone is replaceable, make sure we don’t ever want to cut you lose.” Akira rattles off. You notice that the two of them are bouncing back and forth throughout this whole ordeal, as if it is well rehearsed, something that is shared between the two of them, two equals. 

“Rule four, do not EVER speak of past members, they’re gone for a reason. Hopefully, you’ll never have to witness someone leaving.” Kierra says the last part a little sadly. You take a mental note to ask about that next time you have permission to ask questions. 

“Rule five,” Hyunjin returns to the living room between Akira’s words. “Do not EVER, mention the name N/S or 7PM to ANYONE outside the organizations.” Kierra looks at Hyunjin and nods to him. 

Hyunjin walks up to you and motions his head for you to follow him, “lets go No Name.” He leads you to the top of the grand staircase, up to the top floor. “Kierra and Akira designed this house to have everything we need.” Once you reach the top of the staircase, Hyunjin motions his hand down the hallway for you to continue further. “This is the top floor. Kierra and Akira live up here. To the right, is Kierra’s room.” He opens the door to a black bedroom, bed facing the windows with a black bedspread, black pillows and black blanket draped across it. The walls are painted gray with black accent pieces, minimal lighting. The large windows have sheer gray curtains hanging in front of them. You’re led further into her room and enter her bathroom, her closet attached at the end. The bathroom is a stark contrast to the bedroom. The walls, floor, and countertops are covered in a bright white tile, the same gray curtains hanging around the windows in front of the white bathtub (which could definitely fit 3 people easily). At the end of the bathroom was her closet, which matched the bedroom. Black walls, black cabinets and smaller wardrobes lined the whole room. You took note that there were mens and womens clothing in her closet. Did Minho share the room with her? “She’s got what she needs here, closet, bathroom, whatever. Never come up here if you’re not called to. You will most likely never need to come into her room, but you might be called up in general because across the hallway is her office. Kierra handles- The” Hyunjin pauses as he leads you out of her room and across the hall to her office. “Physical plans.” He opens the door and you’re brought into a very plain looking office. Wood fixtures decorated the room, a lone desk sat at the end of the room. 

“To the Left is Akira. Her room, she's got everything she needs, closet, bathroom. You get it.” He leads you into Akira’s room which you notice is the complete opposite of her sisters. Her bed is decorated with a white bedspread, white pillows, and a gray blanket. Her walls are lined with mirrors to brighten the room when the light hits it. Her bathroom was the opposite of Kierra’s as well, black and gray tiling lined the room and dark wood cabinetry finished it off. Her closet, also at the end of her bathroom, was again opposite of Kierras. White tiling on the floor, white shelving, and bright light fixtures. You also noticed that there were mens clothing in Akira’s closet too. “Across the hall, is her office. Akira handles more of the logistics.” He leads you out of Akira’s room and across the hall to a large office, black flooring, black walls, black furniture, a large black desk with computer monitors and paperwork filed neatly across it. There was plenty of seating in her office as well. You assume this is where they hold some of their important meetings.

“So, the brains and the brawn?” You ask carefully.

“They’re both the brain and the brawn, but they know how to play to their strengths. Plus, not like Ki will ever let Akira get into a fight without her. Nor will Akira let Ki go into a business deal without her. Together or nothing. Is this their favorite saying.” He says proudly. You take note that he calls Kierra by Ki when he drops his bad boy facade in front of you. What’s up with them? You wonder. 

“Next floor.” He announces as he leads you to the next level down. “Three bedrooms down here, Chan, Jisung, and Changbin.” He walks all the way down the hallway and to the right. “Chan’s room.” He opens the door to a pretty minimalist looking room. The walls are lined with a glossy gray tile, soft lighting scattered throughout the room, a bed centered on the back wall. His bathroom was lined with a darker gray tile, with the same warm lighting, as was his closet. The closet was decorated with dark wood cabinetry and glass doors. Hyunjin leads you out of Chan’s room and across the hall. “Changbin.” You’re starting to recognize a theme. All the rooms in the house that you’ve seen are either black, gray, or white. There was no in between. This room was no different. The walls were lined with half white marble tile at the bottom and accented wood paneling at the top half. The bed is situated adjacent to the windows, his bathroom a mix of gray and white tiling, and his closet a warm charcoal. Hyunjin leads you out of this room and further back towards the stairs to another room. He leads you into the gray room, the bed fixed in the middle of the room, his bathroom a mix of black, white and marble tile, and his closet lined with dark black cabinetry. He takes you from Jisung’s room and across the hall. “Jisung, and this is a personal room. It belongs to Chan. Do not go in unless invited.” He quickly opens the door and you can see what looks like a recording studio. You can’t see much inside before Hyunjin closes the door in your face quickly. 

“A lot of rooms huh-” 

“Eighteen full rooms, eleven bathrooms, six common spaces, and a greenhouse. In the backyard, passing the pool.” Hyunjin says incredibly casually. As if it was completely normal to have a house of this size. Even though, now that you’re thinking about it, the house didn’t look that big on the outside. Maybe 3 floors tops. Where are the rest of the rooms he’s talking about? He’s leading you back downstairs to the living room where you left the two girls. They’re no longer there. “Ground floor.” Hyunjin says as he continues walking through the living room and past the kitchen towards a hallway with 4 doors. “This section has two rooms, two personal rooms. On the left is Seungmin.” His room has to have the most personality you’ve seen, the walls covered in half gray bricking and half bookcase. His bed is situated against the windows. His bathroom and closet are a bland gray. “And next to his room is his personal room.” He leads you next door to a room decked out in computers, random equipment that you wouldn't even be able to name if you tried. “Across from him, Felix.” You take back what you thought before. This room has more color and personality than Seungmin’s. His room was painted gray, but was decorated in red lighting, lining the ceiling. And a large mirror sat behind his bed. His bathroom and closet were also decorated with the same red lighting in contrast to the gray walls and floors. “Trust me when I say, you don’t even want to walk into Felix’s personal room, especially if you’re invited into it.” 

“Why-” you ask confusedly as Hyunjin escorts you to the room next to Felix’s. He rolls his eyes and flings the door open. 

“O-oh, oh my god.” The best way for you to describe this room was a sex dungeon. Fixtures that you have never seen before were placed throughout the room, bright red lighting, similar to what was in his bedroom, lined the entire room. 

“Now you know what you’re in for, if you’re ever invited in there” Hyunjin laughs watching your shocked expression. He trudges along, back past the living room and kitchen again and down another hallway. “My room.” His room was probably the coziest one you saw today. His walls a warm cream, a wood accent wall decorated behind his bed, and a fireplace? His bathroom was a mix of black and wood features, and his closet stark gray and black. He leads you across the hall to another door. “And my personal space. If you ever come in here without permission, I’ll kill you.” Hyunjin quickly opens the door to his space, a brightly lit room, canvases, paints, and sketches pinned to the walls. An explosion of color from the rest of the house. Two of the walls of his room are lined with windows, looking out to the pool and the greenhouse. You looked around the room in awe. How could someone so cold have the brightest, most colorful room in the whole house? He quickly ushers you out of his studio and across the hall again, stopping at the door, his hand on the handle. “Lastly, this will be-” he can’t seem to come to the right words, pausing his movements. “It will be your room.” Hyunjin says, basically wincing as he says the words. “Go at it. Walk in, familiarize yourself with it.” 

You walk into the room to a pretty bland room. Two walls covered in a white tile, one covered in black tile, and the last wall a line of windows. The bed is plain cream and white. “It’s uh-” You walk further into the room, the bathroom has nice white marble flooring white gold accents throughout, the walls a gray tile with white accents throughout. You walk into the closet last. The room is completely white, with gold accents on the drawers, bright lighting lining the cabinetry, and a squishy carpet draped across the floor.

“You can decorate it how you want.” Hyunjin shifts from foot to foot as you walk through the closet. “But please- try to-” 

“Jinnie built that closet, custom.” Kierra sighs from the doorway. “So please take care of this entire room, or he will never forgive you for it.” 

“Oh- okay,” You say slightly confused as to why Hyunjin is being so weird about this room in particular. “Umm, so about this being my room…” 

“You can start to move in whenever, bring whatever you want from home.” Kierra says to you, elbowing Hyunjin to snap out of his weird fog.

“How will I even explain this to my parents?” 

“Leave that to Aki, and I.” Kierra continues to poke and prod at Hyunjin who is trying his best to ignore her and whisper to her ‘not now i'm working’. Seriously, what the hell is up with their weird dynamic? 

“Anyhow, I need to run to meet with Min, so I’ll be back by the time you’re set to head off with Hanji,” Kierra starts to head toward the door before turning around quickly. “And Jinnie?” 

“Yes ma’am?”

“Do me a favor?” He nods to affirm to her he’s listening. “Lighten up sweetheart, stress doesn’t suit you my love.” Kierra smiles wide and leaves the room. Did she just call him ‘my love’??? Isn’t she dating Minho??? 

“Ignore her,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “You can explore your personal room after, you still need to see the rest of the house.” 

“The rest? There’s literally no way anything else can fit itself in here.” Hyunjin smirks at you and leads you towards the stairs you came up from the garage earlier. “Oh,” he turns to the left towards the kitchen, between the kitchen and the staircase is yet another door. “This is the library, could also be considered our designated quiet room. It’s soundproof. Nice place.”  You peak your head in through the door and see every wall lined with bookcases, every space of the shelving filled with books. You can see a small seating area that is down a small set of stairs inside the library. He leads you back to the stairs and leads you down towards the garage, stopping at the door you saw earlier. 

“Changbins personal room, this is the one room you’ll find yourself in more often than most.” The room was covered in tools, tires, basically anything that had to do with fixing up cars. There wasn’t anyone in there anymore. He leads you out of the room and down the steps. You’re back in the garage. He walks across the garage to another set of doors. “These two rooms both belong to Minho and Jeongin.” He opens the door to a dance studio, wood flooring, and wall covered in mirrors. “Though, I admit I come here too sometimes.” He walks to the next room. “Unfortunately I can’t let you actually walk in here, but this is their other room.” He opens the door and the walls are lined with guns, a huge wood table centered in the room with black office chairs surrounding it. WHO THE FUCK OWNS THIS MANY GUNS? “Down the hall you’ll find two doors. To the left, you go upstairs exiting near the green house. To the right, you'll find another basement.” You walk down the other set of stairs. This house was a maze, how in the fuck were you supposed to remember where everything was. You entered a huge training room with a boxing ring at the center. 

“Training room. Behind those glass doors is the gym. Gym is for personal time, training area is for group activities, or if you’re training with someone else. As long as you’re never alone.” You head back up the stairs and out to the backyard. “That is Jisungs personal space.” He points to a huge glass greenhouse covered in vines. 

“He’s a florist?” 

“Of sorts.” Hyunjin laughs, and you both walk in and are immediately hit with the scent of weed. 

“I see,” you say as you shake your head. Hyunjin chuckles and walks you back inside to the living room. 

“And that’s that. Any questions?” 

“How-” 

“Rich kid perks I guess,” Hyunjin shrugs. 

“How do two people so well off end up becoming gang leaders?” You mumble. “If I had that life I’d-” 

“Best not to ask questions about their past. Or anyone’s past here. We’re all here for a reason Little Star, try not to act like you shine brighter than the rest of us.” You can tell that he’s basically saying ‘youre no better than us.’ “Last thing kid,” he sighs. “There's one other rule you need to know, it will be your golden rule.” You nod your head, waiting on his words. “Everything goes through Kierra and Akira. Every, single, little, thing. Need a bathroom break? Make sure they approve. You want to even breathe in their presence? Make sure they fucking approve. Don’t even blink if they don’t say you can.” 

“W-what- Surely it’s not that extreme…” 

“One thing those two value more than loyalty, is organization, and no one. I repeat, no one is better at it than them. Therefore everything must go through them. Tell me you understand this- please Y/N…” He’s never said please to you before. It’s almost a little concerning how desperate he is for you to understand his “golden rule”, but he looks pretty stressed about making sure you fully understand it. You nod your head and you can see him relax his shoulders slightly. Why is this stressing him out so much?

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[ricky-tiki-tah]

GFTTBP AU: The Scoop

(Content warning: pretty much the same as part one, Mike is dealing with the consequences of being scooped.)

(Part 1) Part 2

Mike opened his eyes, blinking hazily at the concrete ceiling before the pain slammed into him. "Wha-?"

That noise didn't come out the way he'd planned, and it only increased the pain he was feeling.

"Please, do not try to talk." Freddy whispered, voice faint and sounding suspiciously relieved.

“What happened?” Mike tried thinking to him, despite the fact that both knew their in-head communication only went one way.

Freddy seemed to understand anyway, humming slightly before answering. “We should be dead. There is no logical explanation for how we are still living. The blood loss alone would have been fatal, and that is not counting the loss of about half of our internal organs. Ennard, the amalgamation of animatronics tried to shove itself down our throat. I believe it tore the skin on our face a bit.”

If Mike did have blood, which apparently they didn’t according to Freddy, he’s sure he would have fainted at what his roomie had just told him.

As it was, he tried shifting a bit and felt the metallic stickiness that he now realized to be their blood. The move only brought more sharp bursts of agony and he groaned in pain.

“We need to get out of here.” Mike thought towards Freddy uselessly. It didn’t matter, he figured Freddy would agree with him.

“We need to patch us up.” Freddy noted while Mike tried to catch a breath after painstakingly heaving theirselves upright. “I believe there is a first aid kit in the employee restroom just down the hall.”

Mike wondered if his injuries starting to go numb was a good thing or not as he staggered through the scooping room’s door and down the short hallway to the employee restroom. He was definitely still in pain, but it felt distant, more like an old ache than the glass stabbing sensation it had been minutes before.

“In the cupboard under the sink.” Freddy directed, and Mike was very glad his bear had been paying attention to the half-assed tour they’d been given.

He didn’t make it to the cupboard, accidentally catching sight of his reflection in the mirror, he froze in horror.

“Michael?” Freddy asked, confused at the sudden stop before noticing what Mike was looking at. There was no way Mike would be able to stitch himself up. “I am going to call home. We need help.”

Mike made a noise of agreement at the back of their throat before practically collapsing to the floor to wait. He jolted in pain as his shoulder relocated. This was not going to be fun.

(>*~*<)

“Ev, the phone!” Jeremy called down the hall.

“Why don’t you answer it? It’s in the kitchen after all.” Evan grumbled, bed hair a mess as he walked in. He picked up the phone. “Fazgerald residence.”

“I’m making pancakes.” Jeremy replied, lifting the spatula to prove his point. He watched worriedly as Evan’s face went white. “Who is it?”

Evan’s eyes were wide as saucers. “It’s Freddy, there was an accident…” He turned back to the phone. “Yeah we’re coming, hang in there…see you in a minute.” He hung up the phone. “We need to go, now.”

Flipping the pancake off the stove and turning it off, Jeremy nodded. “Get the keys.”

(>*~*<)

The drive to Circus Baby’s Pizza World wasn’t long, but with no clue as to what happened and Evan nearly hyperventilating in the passenger seat, it felt like hours to Jeremy.

He barely rolled to a stop before Evan jumped out, snatching up the spare first aid kit as he went. Both raced inside, worried about what they would find in the employee restrooms.

The trail of blood that led to it certainly did not help any nerves either.

“Mike? Mikey you there? Freddy?” Evan called, stepping in first. Jeremy nearly ran into the taller man as he froze. “Holy shi- Mike!!”

Jeremy nearly hurled when he caught sight of them sitting in a pool of their own blood, massive hole in their middle. The tears in his face formed a grotesque smile.

He screamed when Mike opened their eyes.

Evan felt faint, crashing to his knees beside his brother. “You- you’re-“

Mike made a humming noise as if to say “yeah, I’m alive.” He also looked confused about that fact.

Jeremy went to the nearest stall and hurled.

“How?!” Evan whispered, pulling the first aid kit over and opening it. “We should get you to the hospital!”

Michael shook his head slightly, a panicked expression crossing his face.

“What are we supposed to do then?!” Jeremy managed, still looking pretty green but sitting down next to the brothers, grabbing Mike’s hand. He knew it was Michael and not Freddy, his eyes weren’t blue enough to be the bear.

Mike mimed sewing and Jeremy had to excuse himself to the toilet again.

“It’s going to hurt.” Evan said after contemplating the pros and cons for a minute. “We don’t have any anesthetic.”

Mike shrugged slightly then nodded to him, a ‘go ahead’.

“You aren’t actually-“ Jeremy’s eyes widened when he saw Evan pull out the suture kit he didn’t even know they had. “You are.”

Mike squeezed his hand weakly before closing his eyes tight.

“I’m gonna do your stomach first. Tell me if you need a break.” Evan waited for his brother to nod before he got started cutting off his ruined shirt. Right about now he’s very glad he learned how to sew to patch up his old Fredbear plush. He was concerned when Mike barely flinched as he got started on the stitches though.

Jeremy kept ahold of Mike’s hand while Evan worked, doing his best to keep his attention. He talked about anything and everything that came to mind, telling about how the milk delivery truck had been held up in traffic and about the newest drama in the coffee shop he worked at.

It took what felt like hours before Evan was able to finally bandage up Mike’s whole torso. Then he started on his face. That didn’t take nearly as long and soon enough Mike was leaning heavily on Jeremy, face and middle covered in bandages, everything else covered in blood. Evan and Jeremy weren’t carding much better in the blood department.

‘We look like the Joker.’ Mike thought, studying the neat stitches that held their face together.

Jeremy echoed his sentiment. “Looking kinda like a knockoff Joker there.” He muttered.

Evan rolled his eyes, leading the way back to the car. “You need sleep if you plan of healing. How you’re even alive is anyone’s guess, but I plan on keeping you that way!”

Mike reached up, ruffling his little brother’s hair. He hummed and Freddy knew he would be smiling if he could.

He didn’t know how, but they were going to be okay.

#fnaf #glammike au #gfttbp au fic #the scooper #glamrock freddy #glammike #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald #evan afton #jeremike #fnaf sister location

[kjequie]

There’s something about the way that Famous Last Word was played at every last show on the Reunion tour. Obviously it’s one of their most popular songs; it’s a permanent set list fixture. But like holy shit?? Having Gerard conduct the audience to sing along with him, sometimes tens of thousands of people, all agreeing to this grand proclamation of life and perseverance? That’s fucking insane. Sure, Foundations of Decay made it clear that the current state of MCR is focused on wanting to create again and less about ‘saving lives’ but it’s like an embedded clause of the band’s existence. First words ever written, the demo man’s storyline, TBP yadayadayada. It’s fundamental to the band whatever. But I don’t know, it feels different. Like they’ve taken it on themselves- MCR isn’t afraid to keep on living. They got up and stopped it when it was failing and they got up and let the spark reignite when it was needed. The band as an entity is going to keep living and continuing on this path, but this time it’s more selfish. Their whole message applies to THEM now and it translates so much more organically I think and I fucking love it

#everyone knows and understands this but it’s still insane to me #idk one time I saw someone say that FLW isn’t their favourite MCR song by a long shot but it was the most important to see live #and I think about that every day #mcr #my chemical romance

[hunterssm00n]

Brighter Than the Sun / part 2 /

Lex is starting to feel like herself again after the events on Bouvetoya Island... with a little help from a tall, dreadlocked knight in shining armor at her side! | Lex/Scar |

part 2 of 3

my Scar & Lex series on ao3: here

*no cw, just humor and fluff*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Lex managed to get herself up and out of bed by ten in the a.m., which was actually pretty impressive considering she hadn't gotten home from her tour until around two in the a.m. Right now, she was still living in her little cubby in the Adirondacks. It was a bit chilly, since it was still winter in upstate New York (and by a bit chilly, she meant cold as hell). Lex had always liked the cold, and Bouvetoya, whilst colder than anything she'd ever experienced (in more ways than one), had done nothing to diminish her love for the crisp air. She knew that her intergalactic friend from the stars wasn't very keen on the cold, and this fact made her realize even more that he indeed had a soft spot for her; she suspected he wouldn't willingly come to this icebox for just anyone.

After dressing, she unhurridly began making breakfast. She had the day off, and she planned on doing absolutely nothing. Recently, she had started taking steady work again, and it was such a relief to be back at her game again. She loved her job; loved the self-fulfillment of it, as well as showing other people the beauty of the world. Her tours were continuing in the mountains right now, and she had taken a big group on a long hike yesterday that had tired her out. It had also taken a lot of her night up, which she had expected. That was why today, she was going to park her sore butt on the couch, and kick back with some junk food and movies.

As she was eating her pancakes and bacon on the couch, flipping through tv channels, she found her mind wandering to her alien pal yet again. It was funny to think those of those two words in one sentance: alien pal. Who ever in a million years would've thought? Lex had never really been one to believe in any of that anyways. She hadn't discounted it entirely - she knew, being a partial scientist, that many things were indeed possible, and didn't always have explanations. Truthfully, she had just never really thought about humanoids existing from other galaxies. Life on other planets, sure. Like water, and plants, and organisms that had capability of movement. But a seven foot tall, scale covered dude with dreadlocks and a pension for violence? Hell no.

This had to be the farthest thing in the universe away from how she thought her life would turn out. And there was still more to come. Lex wondered, as she often did, what was awaiting her in the future. Would this relationship - friendship she had with this extraterrestrial continue? Would it escalate? Would he grow tired of her, and how very different she was from his race? Her brow furrowed at the thought; she didn't want to consider that.

A knocking sound came from her front door, and, mouth full, she turned her head towards it. Who would be visiting her at eleven a.m. on a Tuesday? Swallowing, she placed her plate on the couch cushion beside where she had been sitting, and rose to investigate. Pulling her sweater more tightly around her body, she crossed the short walk towards the entry to the house. Reaching one hand out, she peeked out the curtain, more of that bright sunlight streaming in through the window pane, making her squint to see who was at her door. A blonde woman, pretty face, waved excitedly back at her. Karen. Holy shit. Lex had completely forgotten that she had invited her friend over to her home that morning for coffee; she hadn't seen the woman in weeks, and Karen was finally back in the area after a brief vacation to the Bahamas.

Smiling back, Lex opened the heavy oak door and met her friend with open arms. "It's so good to see you! I'm so sorry, I totally forgot; I feel like the worst friend ever!"

Squeezing her tight, Karen didn't sound the least bit upset, a smile in her voice as she replied cheerily, "Oh, no worries, you've been busy as all hell! I'm just glad you're here - it's been way too long!"

Apologizing again for having pajama's on, Lex invited Karen into the warm house. She decided to make more pancakes and bacon for her friend to share, as well as turning on her coffee maker, while the two engaged in idle, pleasant chit-chat. Karen and Lex hadn't been as close as they normally had been lately. But to be fair, Lex had never really been close with anybody - she didn't have a best friend. And the friends that she did have, she grew even more distant from after everything had happened in Bouvetoya. She looked forward to talking with Karen more often; it was always refreshing to get together and just hang out with a friend, talk about life, recent experiences, etc.

There was one recent life experience, though, that Lex planned on keeping to herself. Karen probably wouldn't take too lightly Lex talking about aliens after knowing about her supposed 'unstable' mental state since the events on the frozen island. Though nobody else but herself knew that aliens were the cause of that misfortune, but she planned to keep everything to herself just the same. For her own safety, and for Scar's.

A little while later, Lex and Karen were sitting on her couch, coffee mugs in hand, talking about another one of their friends, Mariah, who had recently gotten engaged. Lex had been so disconnected from everything, that she hadn't even known Mariah had met someone. They were laughing about past dating experiences when there came a sudden thud from the roof. Lex, eyes wide, swallowed her coffee noisily in realization, and Karen jumped. "Oh, Jesus, Lex, that must scare the shit out of you every single time! That's the problem with living under the trees: once the snow comes crashing down, it sounds like an avalanche!" she giggled. Lex laughed with her, trying very hard to discern whether or not it was actually snow, or if it was something else. Someone else. For a few moments, there was no other noise besides Karen speaking, continuing their subject from before, and Lex was just about to relax when the scrabbling of feet (claws) on her roof made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Worst. Timing. Ever.

Lex had grown to really like Scar, but she had no idea how she was going to explain this one to Karen. Crap.

"Man, that stuff's really coming down!" Karen exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling, "Do you think my car's okay out there? It's under one of those giant pine trees,"

"Um, yeah, you know what? I'll go check on it." Lex stated, setting her coffee down on the table a little too forcefully, so some sloshed over the rim and onto her coffee table.

"Oh, I'll come wit-"

"Oh no, Karen, it's fine, really! It's cold out there, you stay in here where it's warm, I've got it, don't worry!" Lex said in a rush, practically running towards the door. Karen gave her a puzzled look before shrugging it off and sipping at her warm beverage.

Lex practically threw her coat around her shoulders, not even zipping it up before she was out the door, slamming both of them shut in her haste. She had closed them just in time, too, because as soon as she did, a huge creature that seemed to fall straight from the sky (or rather, her roof) landed heavily on two feet in the snow right in front of her porch. Straightening from his crouched position, Scar stood to his full height, chittering in greeting at her.

"Scar, hey buddy, um, listen -" She barely made it off the porch before she was swept up into those massive arms and squeezed against that brick wall of a chest in a giant bear hug. "Ow, Scar, can't breathe..." She patted him on the back in greeting as he set her down on her feet, holding a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Swaying as she gazed up at him, she once again tried to explain the situation to him. "Hey, can you come back in, like, two hours? I, um, someone who doesn't know about you is h-"

"Lex?" Came a faint voice from behind her, growing louder as a creak preceded the door opening, "Are you alright? I hear voices." Lex swung around towards her female friend, wondering how on earth she was going to explain the massive being in front of her. Well, this is going to be just great.

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AN: I do not own the Alien vs Predator franchise or any of it's characters. Karen is an OC made up by me. I also do not own the song 'Brighter Than the Sun' by Colbie Caillat.

part 3

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27 March 2023: Queen Rania attended the opening of Bisat Al Reeh’s 22nd annual exhibition at the Jeddah Superdome, held under the patronage of Princess Adelah bint Abdullah bint Abdulaziz Al Saud.

The Princess is the Chairwoman of the National Charity Foundation for Home Healthcare (NHHCF) “We Care” Board of Trustees, and the exhibition’s proceeds go towards funding programs under the NHHCF, which aim to provide medical care for those in need.

Held over a period of six days, Bisat Al Reeh is part of Saudi Arabia’s Ramadan events organized by the Saudi Ministry of Culture, and is host to more than 170 local and regional participating entities from over 15 countries. (Source: Petra)

Welcoming Her Majesty, President of Bisat Al Reeh Exhibition and Vice President of the National Charity Foundation for Home Healthcare “We Care”, Abeer Qabbani, stated that the Queen’s attendance lends great significance to the exhibition and emphasizes its global reach, which is evident in a strong international participation in this year’s iteration.

Alongside 150 participants from across the globe, Jordan River Designs made its debut as a vendor this year, with a display of handcrafted heritage items.  

Participants at this year’s exhibition will showcase a variety of home and lifestyle products including home accessories, jewelry, food products, and fashion items.

Setting itself apart as one of the most popular events in the kingdom, the exhibition, whose opening was attended by a number of prominent invitees, boasts a series of activities that allows visitors to interactively browse the displays and artwork.

​Later that evening, Her Majesty also visited the inaugural Islamic Arts Biennale in Jeddah produced by Diriyah Biennale Foundation, a nonprofit organization established in 2020 by the Ministry of Culture.

CEO Aya Al Bakree gave Her Majesty a tour of the Biennale, which hosts over 300 works of art. These include 40 pieces created by international institutions and over 200 heritage items produced locally that feature a number of valuable historical artifacts from the Two Holy Mosques.

Themed ‘Awwal Bait’, meaning First House in reference to the Holy Ka’bah in Mecca, the first edition of the Islamic Arts Biennale features over 60 established and emerging artists from around the globe, over 60 new commissions, 280 artifacts, and over 15 never-before-exhibited works of art.

While in Saudi Arabia, Queen Rania will also travel to Mecca to perform the Umrah pilgrimage and hold an Iftar banquet for a number of Jordanian women who are part of Her Majesty’s Ramadan Umrah mission consisting of 500 women from across Jordan.

#Queen Rania

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FEATURE: Pay It Forward– The Golden Memories and Projects of UP High Prep Batch ‘74

If your batchmates were to reunite after 50 long years, what's that one thing you'd want to look back on? Would it be the time spent with your friends? The funniest moments during class? The exciting school events? Or would it be the nostalgic smell of Pancit Canton during break times?

For the UP High Prep Batch 1974, it would have been very hard to pick just one, so they decided to honor all those memories on their multiple-day Golden Reunion program. As a way to kick it off, a smaller group of the celebrants had decided that their inaugural activity was to be an offering of flowers to our school statue: The Teacher, who is fondly called Lorna, to honor the guidance and teachings that the UP High Preparatory School imparted. They visited the 7-12 Building on February 23, 2024 and had a short tour of the school grounds after one of their alumni made a short speech in front of the Student Services Office. "I think it's [the flower offering] symbolic of giving back to the school that basically nurtured you, to become who you are today," said Mr. Tomas Maceda, after the speech was concluded. Once they were finished with the tour, they proceeded to the reunion’s luncheon.

The reunion was in the making for about a year during the pandemic before it was finally able to push through. According to Mrs. Celeste Villafuerte, one of the celebrants who organized it, a lot of their batchmates had families or worked in healthcare. Because of this, they not only honored the school during their reunion, but also honored frontline workers. Mrs. Villafuerte also highlighted the importance of accommodation especially for their batchmates coming from overseas.

And so, their batch’s reunion was planned to be three days long, and had a diverse array of activities where their batchmates could pick something that suited their time restraints. The first day would entail a luncheon and an ecumenical prayer service from the Parish Of The Holy Sacrifice and The Church Of The Risen Lord, to pray for their batchmates and fellow Healthcare workers. Their next two days would then be spent relaxing and catching up with each other at a resort in Rizal.

While recounting his favorite memories of the school, Mr. Maceda shared that one of his mentors, Dr. Maria Theresa De Villa, had been his adviser when he was the head of the UP Student Catholic Action (UPSCA) in his fourth year of high school, and was his homeroom teacher in his second year at UP High. "I got the most exposure from her. She [later] became a principal [of UPIS] and a dean [of UP Open University], so you can say that she really has the qualities of a good advisor!"

He also recounted how the merging of UP Prep from Padre Faura, and UP High in Katipunan became another treasured memory of his as a UP high schooler. "Each group has its own kinds of characteristics and way of learning, and then suddenly, in our fourth year, we got exposed to another batch of students. And to be honest, they were very, very good, the UP Prep people. Very, very good."

Mrs. Villafuerte, who was originally from UP Prep, had noted the differences between the curricula of the two high schools. "Yung high school namin, experimental. 20 years lang. Yung mga graduate na una niyan, galing din sa UP High, dinala doon [sa Prep], kasi lahat ng [aming] subjects, for college. Wala kaming Home Economics, wala kaming carpentry. Yung mga subjects namin, Trigo, Geometry, Advanced English, kasi preparation for college... So, iyon, natapos na yung project, pinauwi na kami."

"So, there was a challenge for us to compete academically," continues Mr. Maceda, "to prove which school was better, initially. But when we finished high school, we could not anymore identify ourselves as [either] UP High or UP Prep, [but] only as UP High Prep. And we are proud to say that we are UP High Prep Graduates.”

They also both recalled how the old locations looked, describing the former high school building to be a bungalow-type school with many large pavilions in between. They also shared that the current UPIS 7-12 Building used to be the Narra Residence Hall, a dormitory. The differences between the old buildings and the current UPIS school grounds had left few of the alumni surprised, especially the ones who have been abroad for a while. Mrs. Villafuerte, in particular, expressed her puzzlement over the current K-12 system.

Of course, despite the changes that have happened in the past 50 years, they have still shown their eagerness to support the school by organizing multiple initiatives as a batch. From proposing to install multiple solar panels on the buildings, to gathering funds for the replacements of the computers, and even talking with the principal to provide scholarships to the students, the UP High Prep Batch 1974 have been really walking their talk to give back to the community that nurtured them.

The University Of The Philippines and its students will change and grow over time, but it seems they have never lost the principle of giving back to the community. May it be within one's batch, the UP community, or somewhere greater as seen in UP High Prep Batch 1974’s projects and their recent reunion where they honored those who have shaped their lives. //by Eushieka Agraviador and Arunee Licerio

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