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The Younger Kind Part 45 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is loving his life at home. Skittles continues to fit right in while you inadvertently insist on nearly finding the one thing Bradley wants to keep hidden. A family day at the beach followed by a night alone with you are the only things he wants to focus on right now. It would be great if that's what he was allowed to do.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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It was late by the time Bradley got home with Skittles, and you were pretty tired after assisting with an emergency at work. But Noah must have heard him pull into the driveway as he called out, "Daddy's back!" in the middle of coloring a rainbow turtle. He was out of his seat and heading for the front door before you could stop him, but it didn't matter, because you were anxious to see Bradley, too.

When you rounded the corner, he was kneeling on the floor and collecting Noah in his arms, a light blue bakery box on the floor next to him. You were used to seeing him with one arm around Noah while he held Skittles, but right now he was looking up at you like you were the only thing in the room worth his attention. It was remarkable that he still made you feel this giddy.

"Hey, Baby," he rasped. "You had a good day? Your emergency patient doing okay?" Then he stood up with his arms full and leaned down to kiss your forehead. He was still in his uniform, tall and strong, holding everything you cared about against his chest.

"Yeah. I had a good day," you replied, somehow managing to squeeze your way between Noah and Skittles to give him a kiss on the neck while he chuckled.

"Me too. Skittles got a clean bill of health," he whispered, and you could hear his stomach growling. It had probably been seven or eight hours since he had lunch, so you bent to pick up the bakery box, already craving a donut.

"That's good. Come on," you coaxed, tucking your index finger inside the top of his pants and earning a raised eyebrow as you tugged him toward the kitchen. "We already ate, but I'll heat up some leftovers for you while the two of you color."

"Daddy, is Skittles your best friend?" Noah asked as you set the box on the counter and took a peek. You gasped, because it was filled with crown donuts. You looked at Bradley over your shoulder where he was now sitting with his son on his lap.

"I think technically either Mommy or Aunt Natasha is my best friend, Bub."

You smiled as Noah sternly said, "No. It's Skittles. Mommy and Aunts don't count."

"Right. My bad," Bradley replied as he fiddled with something in his pocket. When he met your eyes, you noticed his cheeks were a little flushed as you bit into one of the donuts. "I got you a whole dozen this time."

"I see that," you replied, setting it down again so you could heat up a plate of food. "Did you run into Casey?"

"I did not," he replied as Noah handed him a green crayon. "It was just Skittles and I running up the credit card bill. That animal clinic is expensive."

"I believe it," you replied, taking a bite of potato from his plate to make sure it was hot enough. You'd always wanted a dog, but according to your parents, everything to do with pets was too pricey. They wouldn't even let you have a goldfish when you were a kid.

You set Bradley's dinner in front of him before grabbing the container of ants on logs out of the refrigerator for Noah. You arranged them on a plate in a zigzag shape before giving them to him, and he had one in his mouth before the plate was all the way set down. When you turned to get your donut, Bradley reached out and wrapped his hand around your thigh, pulling you back to him.

"Princess," he whispered. "I love you."

He looked tired, and he was clearly in a bit of a soft mood. Maybe even sentimental. The way he called you his best friend a few minutes ago made you smile even now. But his dark eyes held so much devotion as he examined your face that you ran your fingers down along his cheek and let your forehead rest against his. You knew he was starving; you could still hear his stomach growling, but he made no move to release your leg to take a bite of his dinner. So you just stayed there, your lips brushing his every time you moved.

"I love you too, Daddy."

You grinned against his kiss as Noah crunched loudly on his carrot sticks. This was where you belonged. You could barely even remember the details of your tiny rental because of all of the richness of your home with Bradley. It was overpowering. Living with Bradley and Noah had a dreamlike quality that made everything better.

"You need to eat," you whispered, kissing Bradley one more time before returning to your donut.

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"I want Skittles to sleep in my bed!" Noah was practically crying, his cheeks bright red with frustration as Bradley tried to get him ready to go to sleep. He was overtired and cranky, and right now he was inconsolable. "You said after she got her cast off, she could sleep in my bed!"

"Noah," Bradley said in his softest tone as his son's arms flailed in his pajama shirt. "I said we can try, but we can't force Skittles to do things. Do you understand?"

But he just whined, "I want her to sleep in my bed!"

Bradley sighed where he sat in the middle of Noah's bedroom floor, the engagement ring still tucked in his khaki uniform pants pocket. He didn't know where to put it. He didn't even know exactly when he wanted to give it to you. But he desperately needed to get it stashed away somewhere before he just proposed to you tonight, because having it on his person was making him feel a certain way about you. Maybe it was a good thing that Noah was kind of killing the vibe.

"Just get in bed," Bradley told him. "If you get in bed right now, I'll bring Skittles in."

He watched Noah launch himself into his twin bed and pull the blankets up to his chin. The odds that the pup would stay in Noah's room even for a few minutes were pretty slim. You had her out in the backyard right now so she could go to the bathroom, but the little pooch was almost glued to Bradley's side whenever he was home.

As soon as you walked back inside in your cute little shorts and tank top set with Skittles at your feet, Bradley bent and scooped her up. "Noah is losing his mind. Wish me luck." He turned away from you with a smirk and kissed Skittles on her head. "If you stay in there until Noah falls asleep and long enough for me to fuck my Princess, I'll give you a treat."

You were cracking up in the kitchen as he walked away. "You're bargaining with the dog!" But he knew better. Skittles wasn't just a dog, she was his best friend after all.

Noah's eyes lit up in the soft glow from the nightlight when Bradley entered his bedroom with the pup. "She got used to her own bed, okay? So if she doesn't want to stay, we can't make her." But Noah's arms were outstretched, ready to hold his pet, and Bradley got her nestled in under the blankets next to his little body.

As the dog looked up at him, concern for her new sleeping arrangement in her puppy eyes, Bradley bent to kiss Noah on the forehead and Skittles next to her bow. "Try to go right to sleep," he whispered to Noah. "I'm serious."

He just giggled in response as the dog licked his face, and Bradley did not see this little experiment ending well as he exited the room. He patted his pants pocket just as he had been doing all night. It took all he had within him not to open up the box and check to make sure your ring was secure, and he still didn't know where to put it for safekeeping.

When he entered his bedroom, he abandoned the idea of finding a good hiding spot when he found you in the middle of the bed wearing your paper crown. You looked so young and impossibly innocent with your glossy lips and your pajama set, but your filthy words betrayed you. "I heard you wanted to fuck a Princess."

He ran his fingers through his hair and smirked as he stood next to the side of the bed while you crawled toward him. "I always want my Princess," he whispered as your lips hovered just inches away from his zipper. When you looked up at him, every trace of innocence was completely gone, and you leaned in until your lips met his tip through his khakis. "Baby," he moaned, but before you could get his zipper down, he reached for your hands.

"What's wrong?" you asked as he pulled you up so you were kneeling in front of him.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything is very right."

You smiled up at him as he kissed your lips softly. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, as plainly evidenced by the ring in his pocket right next to where your hand just settled. So as he guided your fingers up to his chest, he asked, "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

You laughed against his lips. "You're asking me on a date? We're already in a relationship."

Bradley's hands settled on your hips as he nipped along your jaw until his mouth was next to your ear. "Doesn't mean I can't ask you out. I got selected to fly in the air show, and I want you to be my date for the weekend."

"Really?" you gasped, your fingers tightening around his shirt buttons. "Noah and I get to watch you fly? And you and I can tour the children's hospital?"

"Mmhmm. I wasn't about to let you go with Jake. That man only has one thing on his mind when it comes to you."

"Oh yeah?" you asked, feigning pure innocence once again through your voice. "What does he have on his mind?" When Bradley responded by tucking his hand inside your tiny shorts and stroking your bare pussy, first you gasped, and then you laughed.

His touch remained soft and tentative as he slipped one finger down to tease your opening. "You see, he doesn't want you the way I want you."

"How do you want me?" you whimpered softly, kissing his lips.

"I want you with me for the rest of my life."

"Daddy!" you whined, kissing him desperately as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew nobody else had ever spoken to you the way he did, but he also knew he'd never been in love like this before. This time, when you reached for his zipper, he let you have him. His shirt and pants ended up on the floor along with your tiny pajamas, and you welcomed him into your tight pussy as you told him you loved him.

"I have everything," he groaned as he made love to you as you peppered kisses along his flushed cheeks. "You're everything."

After you came for him, Bradley let himself indulge in filling you up while thinking about your belly all swollen and pregnant, and you reached for him just as Skittle came trotting back into the bedroom. Your soft laughter as Bradley curled up behind you had him laughing, too.

"The dog will literally do anything you ask," you whispered as she walked across the room and turned three circles around her dog bed before plopping down. "She stayed in bed with Noah long enough for you to fuck me."

"Dogs are man's best friend for a reason, Princess."

You snuggled in his arms for a few minutes, fingers laced with his as you kissed his forearm. Just as Bradley was starting to doze off, you said, "I'll check on Noah before I get ready for bed." He squeezed you tight one time before releasing you and rolling onto his back to stretch. "Ow!" you gasped when you climbed out of bed. "Shit! I just stepped on something hard in your uniform pants."

His eyes went wide as you started to bend down to investigate, but he vaulted out of bed. "I'll take care of it," he practically yelled, and you dropped his pants. The ring box made a soft thud as it hit the floor, and you gave him a strange look.

"Okay," you replied, glancing at him one more time before pulling your pajamas on and heading out of the room.

"Fuck," Bradley grunted, picking up the pants and rooting around in the pocket until the box was in his hand. He turned away from the door and snapped it open, revealing the most perfect ring he had ever seen. He was already obsessed with imagining it on your finger. But he snapped it closed again quickly and ran for the dresser.

He could leave it with his undershirts, but when he opened that drawer, he realized you were in that one a lot, often borrowing from him. He opened the next drawer down, but it was filled with your cute underwear, so that definitely wouldn't work. He reached for the bottom drawer which was filled with his socks, but he heard you coming back down the hallway, so he dropped the box and kicked it shut.

"Aren't you going to get ready for bed?" you asked as you plugged your phone into the charger, still eyeing him a little cautiously. Bradley realized he was just awkwardly standing there naked in front of the dresser for seemingly no reason, so he was definitely going to have to move the ring later.

"Yeah," he agreed, grabbing some clean underwear and kissing you as he walked past. "Getting ready for bed."

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On Thursday, Bradley let you know that everyone was insisting on a beach day on Saturday, but when you texted Natasha about what kind of bathing suit she was planning on wearing, she claimed she might not even go.

"Well I don't know if I want to go if Nat isn't going," you complained to Bradley while you made dinner. "I don't want to be the only female there. In a bathing suit. That would be weird."

"She's going," Bradley said with an eye roll. "She's just being difficult, because she's trying to pretend nothing is going on with Javy. Besides, I'm not going unless you're going." He took the spoon you were holding out of your hand and spun you around to face him. "I don't want to go anywhere without my Princess."

You let him kiss you and slip his hands underneath your top, trying not to moan as his calloused hands danced softly along your skin. When his lips skimmed along your cheek, you whispered, "You just want me there to help you walk safely across the uneven rocks and sand." You bit your lip as he eased his face away from yours to give you a cautionary look. So of course you immediately added, "Because you're such an old man."

One big hand slipped down and softly spanked you on the butt as you laughed. "Old or not, I can still get the job done. And that includes walking across the beach."

"Sure, Daddy. But I'll go, too. Just in case."

"Thank you. Now if you think you can be nice for a minute, I have something to tell you."

"I can be very nice," you said, kissing him on the tip of his nose before spinning around to check on dinner.

Bradley patted you on the butt before reaching into the refrigerator to get two beers out. "Penny offered to take Noah home after the beach and keep him for the night."

As he opened both bottles, your gaze drifted to where Noah was sitting on the kitchen floor, building blocks while Skittles basked in the last rays of the setting sun. You licked your lips as you watched Bradley press his mouth to his beer and take a long drink, the bob of his Adam's apple capturing your attention. "We'd have the house to ourselves for the night?"

He winked at you as he set his beer on the counter and pressed the other one into your hand. "Just you and me," he rasped, pecking your cheek. "And I can think of a few fun ways to pass the time."

Then he was on the floor with Noah, and Skittles was in his lap, but he kept shooting you his smug smile that you liked so much.

On Friday night, after Noah was in bed, you started to get things packed up for the following day. "Why do we need so much stuff to go anywhere?" you mused out loud as you found sunblock and beach towels.

"Oh, hell no," Bradley said, taking you by the hips and pulling you away from the tote bag you were packing. "First of all, you used to bring your textbooks over in that bag when you were babysitting, so it gives me an instant boner." You erupted into laughter as he held you against his chest. "But second, you drastically over packed when we went to the lakehouse."

You looked up at him over your shoulder. "I know," you whispered. "But I want Noah to have anything he might need or want. And you know how my parents were." You didn't like talking about them. They never understood you when you were a child, and that's why you'd moved out as soon as you could. They were also the reason you had a hard time spending Bradley's money even though he wanted you to be comfortable.

"I know, Baby," Bradley crooned, and you melted back against him. "I love how much you love Noah. And I hate that you never got to do anything or ask for anything when you were his age, but there's no need to go overboard for a beach day."

You nodded. "Well then why don't you help me pack?"

"I'd be happy to."

But you and Bradley spent more time kissing and laughing softly than anything else. His hands were all over you, just pulling you closer and trying to keep you there. "Let's go to bed," he whined for the third time, convinced you'd packed everything the three of you could possibly need. "I want to cuddle with you."

You nearly shrieked as he picked you up, leaving the pile of gear for the beach next to the front door, and carried you back to the bedroom. "Oh, you want to cuddle?"

He hummed and nodded against your shoulder. "Yeah. Let's save all the nasty shit for when we're home alone tomorrow night." Butterflies erupted in your belly as he set you down on the bed and climbed in next to you. "Let's cuddle."

You were wrapped up tight in his arms, Bradley's soft, even breaths tickling your neck as he whispered that he loved you. This was perhaps the safest you'd ever felt in your life. Nobody was going to hurt you here. Not now. Bradley would take care of that. And you would take care of him.

As you snuggled in to go to sleep, your eyes caught on the items lined up on the dresser. "What's all of that out for?" you asked softly.

"Huh?" Bradley grunted, probably already part way asleep. But you propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at the purple USB drive, a pile of your underwear, your purple plug, your paper crown, and the bottle of lube. All sitting in a tidy row.

"On the dresser, Bradley."

"Oh," he said with a chuckle as he pulled you down flat again. "I started packing for the weekend, too. So to speak."

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Bradley grunted, trying his best not to let you see how awkwardly he was walking across the sand. Not after you made the claim that he'd need you to hold his hand and guide him. You and Noah pranced ahead of him, but he was stuck carrying two bags, a cooler, an umbrella and a beach chair. And the temperature of the sand was roughly that of the surface of the sun.

"Fuck," he growled as the sand rushed into his flip flops and his aviators slid down his nose. How you were managing was literally beyond him. He just wanted to get this afternoon over with and get you back home and into bed. He had some plans for you, all of which were becoming more explicit by the moment as he watched your ass swaying in your purple bikini bottoms.

Literally the last thing he needed right now was to become aroused, so he just pushed your delicious looking rear end from his mind. Apparently you found the perfect spot, because you finally stopped and turned around to look for him. Then you laughed and left Noah with Nat while you made your way back to him.

"This sand is fucking hot," he complained before you could say anything at all.

You took one of the bags and the umbrella from him as you said, "It's August, Daddy. Of course the sand is hot. Do you need me to help you along? Or, I could run back to the Bronco and get your walker?" You started to turn in the direction of the parking lot with an innocent look on your face.

"You're really looking to get it tonight, aren't you?" Bradley replied, dumping everything next to where Noah was burying Nat's legs in the sand. You looked so pleased with yourself, and he thought about the ring that he had moved to the pocket of his dress whites that he'd picked up from the dry cleaner. They were hanging in the back of the closet, and he figured you'd have no reason to look there. Before you could run off, he pulled you in for a tight hug and said, "Stay out of trouble. Be a good girl. And I'll give you anything you want later."

Your lips met his ear, nudging his aviators crooked. "I love you." His fingers skimmed your skimpy bathing suit bottom as you joined Noah who had Nat covered to her thighs.

Javy was trying his best to casually toss a football around with Mickey and Mav, but he couldn't keep his eyes to himself. It was a good thing Bradley was absolutely convinced he was looking at Nat and not you, otherwise he'd have a problem. He left you next to the pile of everything you packed, intending to simply join the little football scrimmage that was going on, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, that's really nice, Bradshaw," Jake drawled. "You brought the family today. The little ball and chain, and the big ball and chain."

Bradley hooked his sunglasses with his index finger and dragged them roughly down his nose. "Funny," he said without emotion. "But you weren't calling her a ball and chain back in April when you tried to hook up with her in my kitchen."

Jake hooted with laughter, and it made Bradley's skin crawl. He was such a dick most of the time, and it was always intentional. "There's a difference between hitting a tight pussy and inviting it to live with you. I know the difference. You don't seem to. I'm surprised you didn't bring your dog along, too."

Bradley snapped. "What the fuck is your problem, man?"

Jake met his gaze, and Bradley was reminded without a doubt that Jake would love to get inside your little bikini bottoms just to say he could. "I don't have a problem, but it looks like you do." He jerked his chin toward the volleyball nets, and Bradley turned to investigate. You were standing there, holding hands with Noah while you talked to a guy with blond hair. Upon further inspection, Bradley realized it was your ex boyfriend, Greyson.

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Well, well, well. We actually hate you, Grey. If Daddy and Princess can manage to make it to their sexy night home alone, what would you like to read about? And I really hope that ring is well hidden until Daddy comes up with a plan. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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b-00-biez · 1 year

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I ADORE YOUR WRITING

please please can you do bo sinclair with a naive reader (not super naïve) basically corruption and praise

AWWWW thank you🤭💕 And omg bo sinclair🫣 How scandalous! And I'm so sorry, I'm so late on this 😭 Holidays are the only thing that keeps me sane through this year

"You're Mine!"

Warning:Absolutely Filthy Smut

Character: Bo Sinclair x Readers, Grumpy x Sunshine

When you came to Ambrose you were just a ball of sunshine and rainbows. Bo does not know how to feel about you being here, he adores you and would keep you from harm aka himself. You were always by his side like a lost puppy and the way you look at him. It was so erotic to him, like he wants to take you right then and there and the fact that you were naive makes him go crazy. The way you smiled and trusted him. He wants you all to himself and not even his brother can have you.

Since he didn't want anyone to have you he has smoothly talked his way into your heart which was very easy. Now you're in a relationship with this guy for about a week and half. Both of you havent mentioned sex yet waiting for each other to be comfortable for the idea. Shockingly Bo is being patient for you.

You were both chilling on the couch snuggled up and watching some movies. Since you were new to this relationship thing, you told him right then and there that you were a virgin. Oh y/n that's a big mistake letting this man know that you never fucked anyone ever. You saw him form a smile and felt something rise between his legs. His ego was bursting, He will be your first and hes going to be the only one who gets to fuck you mercilessly. Seeing how he reacted you felt your inner thigh heat as you felt wet, it was your first time having this kind of reaction.

Bo pinned you down on the couch "Do you want me to show you how it's done?" he smirked. You, feeling intrigued and feeling aroused by him you said yes. You felt his warm hands unbuttoning your shirt as he slides his rough fingers on your delicate skin. You felt his passionate kiss on the lips smashing his mouth onto yours as he unbuckles your pants.

You're now halfway naked, he looks at you like a hungry lion staring at your body like a meal. You felt awe but that feeling went away as he slapped your inner thighs harshly. You yelped as he put your legs up high and pushed your panties aside and started pushing his three fingers in. "BO! IM NOT READY!!" You screamed and moaned loudly as your pussy stretched. You started wiggly away but he pins your body down with his other arm. You felt a pain and pleasure as you felt a knot formed on your stomach and then you came on his fingers before you knew it. It was so easy for you to cum and he will use you how he pleases today.

He unbuckles his pants and turns you upside down on the couch as he stands up. Placing his veiny member on your face slapping your cheek with it. "Suck me off." he commands you as he holds your throat and starts pounding your throat. You moaned softly as your mouth is stuffed. He puts his hands to your pussy, just displaying in front of his eyes. he stops fucking your throat, he messages your wet puffy clit . You can't help but start deepthroating his member on and on as your pussy gets overstimulated again. He pushes in two fingers into your cunt and plays with your clit with his thumb . He thrusts his dick into your throat pinning you down and fucking your slutty mouth. He grunts and starts cumming. Then you felt your high too as you pussy squirted on his face. Your mind is blank, This was the best pleasure you had ever experienced.

He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his twitching cock. Before you could open your eyes you felt his tip rubbing against the entrance. You yelped "No no no! It's not going to fit!" You squirmed again but you knew you weren't going anywhere until he was satisfied. " You're doing so well, but you gotta be ready cause you'll be fucked hard and screaming my name tonight. And i will not fucking rest until i hear you scream. He pushed his dick in and started pounding your pussy. He puts your legs on his shoulders and goes even deeper. You felt your cervix getting abused by his large cock, You held your voice back, moaning softly into your palm. You hear the slap of his balls on your ass as he goes faster. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" you screamed and held onto the cushions. You felt a knot formed again, your poor pussy being abused like a slut. He fucks you deep as you start to squirt on his thigh and dick. You screamed in a shivering orgasm but didnt scream his name.

Bo getting a little frustrated roughly pushes you down on your stomach and starts pounding from the back. Beating your ass and spanking it with his rough hands. "IT HURTS!" You screamed as you came again but this time he didnt fucking stop, He s not giving you a break like you wanted. tears formed in your eyes as you moaned loudly from overstimulation. He grabbed your hair and screamed"SAY MY NAME PRINCESS!" you moaned his name again and again as he fucks your wet and shivering pussy as you came again and again on his cock. "BO FUCK ME MORE! I WANT YOUR HUGE COCK, I WANT MORE BO!"

He carries you to the bedroom as he whispers sweet praises into your ear as he impatiently fucks all the way to the bedroom . You were his slut and his cumdumpster and you're eagerly waiting for this man's cum. " You're mine darling right?" "Yes, I'm yours!" You answered covered in his cum as you shiver in multiple orgasms.

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elvenbeard · 10 months

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🏳️‍🌈 Vince (& Kerry) at Night City Pride (2/10) 🏳️‍⚧️

"A merc in fuckin' sequins" 🤘

Firstly, I told myself, I'm not gonna get too carried away with modding before I finish my second playthrough. But also, I had this vision of Vince in a sparkly sequin rainbow coat, and my hand slipped... and yeah, here we are, the "pride clothing for fucking posers" collection is steadily growing xD Nothing released into the wild as of now, and I won't manage that until the month is over most likely - but not like you can't wear pretty rainbow things all year round!

Secondly, the quote above always kinda stuck with me... It's from the Jinguji side-job. At the end during the convo with MaxTac, V can decline their offer of joining them with "nah, I'd feel like a merc in fuckin' sequins".

The thing is... Vince literally is that, a merc in fuckin' sequins. Not just literally, like in the sparkly clothes I have for him, but also figuratively. He never wanted to be a merc in the first place, not able to picture himself in that gritty world, no matter how much Jackie tried to convince him that it was good, easy money (both of them were still in their late teens/early twenties at that point and trying to make ends meet somehow). He had no interest in stealing and killing for a living. He loved his tech, he thought about becoming a netrunner maybe, but everything that went down the more physical lane, fighting and so on, was never his thing. Still isn't. He's short, was always kind of scrawny... he's more the "I'm gonna shit-talk myself out of this dangerous situation somehow". Not quite to, say, Saul Goodman levels, but definitely more like that than anything else.

Then he was recruited for Arasaka. He'd only just begun to get a bit more daring with his clothing choices, his hair, tattoos, and the recuiters immediately told him to "tone it down". At the time, still not nearly as confident as he is now, he did. He wanted that job, almost out of spite, but also morbid curiosity... and he could actually see himself being good at the kind of work he was offered to do for the corporation.

His time at Arasaka changed him, equipped him with many new skills (and many new issues). But he was so much more braver, a hell lot more confident and comfortable in his body, trusted in his skills. But he had also learned one fundamental thing: he didn't want to even try and fit in anywhere anymore, because that's not who he is, deep down, and trying to conform to Arasaka's standards made him absolutely miserable.

Sure, making a resolution is one thing and actually sticking to it another, but as he then became a merc after all, after Jackie's death, his own death looming on the horizon... he more and more began to embrace being the "merc in sequins", the solo that didn't want to fit in with the rest. And he actually turned out to be rolling extremely succesful with it, with staying true to himself, standing out, and doing things his way.

Sure, he can be subtle if he wants to. "You can never get the corp outta the rat," as Jackie said. He'll still rather raise no alarms, tries the stealthy approach whenever possible, and if things go wrong would rather talk himself out of the situation than kill. But he also relishes being an extravagant motherfucker when he gets the chance to. Those who don't take the "merc in sequins" seriously, the weird little misfit that weasled himself to the top from the very bottom, will learn the meaning of regret soon enough.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk virtual photography #cp2077 #cp2077 vp #cyberpunk v #male v cyberpunk #cyberpride #male v monday #vincent ezaki #my vp #his happy little smile in the first pic is just so... aaahhh ;__;#I want his clothes #my goal in my freshly started 30s is to dress as weirdly as I can whenever #and just stop caring so much #vince unlocked that 'dont give a shit' attitude a little bit sooner and I love it for him

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buffys-random-account · 7 months

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Minecraft spin the wheel challenge!

So I decided to try the "Spin the Wheel to decide my Minecraft house" challenge, and I was proud of my final build, so I will share it here.

I spun the wheel and learned that my house needed to fit these criteria:

So I started building!

Here's the first floor! Since the accents were purple, I kept that theme in the entry hall! What you're seeing; The entry hall, the kitchen + the dining room, three shots of the living room, the stairwell, and the outside. As you can see, I kind of ran out of ideas for the stairwell. The outside looks strange now, but I promise it gets better.

Second floor! What you're seeing: The house from the outside, the second-floor landing, the ender dragon shrine, and two shots of the storage room. There were two little details I couldn't screenshot: On the back of one of the hanging signs it says "You can't read this" and one of the shulker boxes had "Bob" in the upper left-hand corner rather than "Gray Shulker Box." There were no windows to the shrine since I thought a dark theme looked better, but I still put the outline there so it could be symmetrical.

The third floor is finished! Only two more to go! What you're seeing: The house from the outside (It's so big!), Two shots of the very fire-safe library that's full of wood, paper, and open flames, and the first bedroom. Since one of the themes I needed to put in was books, I figured you'd want that one next to the library. (Note: I know the enchanting table isn't the proper distance from the bookshelves, but I didn't have room.) It's starting to look a lot better!

Small addition: I added a 100% up-to-code balcony! Your children will love it and definitely should be allowed on it unsupervised!

the fourth floor is done! What you're seeing: The house from the outside, the fourth-floor landing, the water-themed bedroom, and the rainbow-themed bedroom. I started to regret the style I used, but it was too late to change it.

THE HOUSE IS DONE! I still have to complete the 8x32 flower garden. The fifth and final floor is the chicken room, and on the roof, there are elytras so you can fly to the bottom. I went for more of an open theme since chickens love being outside, and I hated walls at that point.

I spun the wheel some more for more specifics on the flower garden.

My finished garden! It took less time than I thought. There's a cherry tree since I thought that counted as a flower, and I needed every kind. There's a wither rose blocked off in the corner so it doesn't kill the sheep, and a fountain in the middle! There is one sheep of every dye color.

That's it! I hope you enjoyed going on this journey with me! I'm very proud of this, especially with the constraints, and this is the first building challenge I've done! It really pushed me out of my comfort zone. Here's the link to the video I was inspired by! It's not the OG video, but I liked her options.

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#minecraft #minecraft build #Minecraft challenge #spin the wheel #random #art?? maybe #fun #definitely up to code #not a fire hazard #totally safe #bring your children #Youtube

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canmom · 10 months

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L'Aventur de Canmom à Annecy - Mercredi 4: WTF 2023

WTF (read 'what the fuck' in a heavy French accent) seems to be a kind of annual collection of weird online shit. Titmouse is involved in some capacity, although I don't think they're necessarily the ones who picked the films. And while I did recognise one selection (umami had a film) most of it was new to me and there were some crazy good ones...

... but most of all the atmosphere of the late night screening was amazing. I got in at the last minute and somehow ended up in a reserved seat for Titmouse, since I guess they didn't show? Which meant I had one of the best views in the house. The theatre was completely packed and full of excitement.

So then this guy comes out in the skintight purple vest and cape and rainbow stockings. The boss of Titmouse comes on stage and picked up one of the paper planes to invite whoever threw it to come and bite a balloon in half (which would have been a better bit if the person actually did it).

Then came the directors of the films, mostly to tell jokes ("there's too much business and not enough fucking at Annecy" declared one director, instructing us to have sex tonight). After these guys... some Gobelins instructors came out to throw shirts into the crowd, people went absolutely nuts for these shirts. Then: films.

Actually a bunch of these are available online so... here, watch along x3

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To open we had this stop motion earworm, Du vélo à St-Malo, du kayak à St-Briac. By the second chorus, the audience was singing along. The images are a bit lolrandom but I can't deny it's infectious in its editing.

Next up came the debut of David by Patrick Ward, about a seriously injured footballer confronting his rival framed through the story of David and Goliath. Lots of little visual jokes that made it flow even if the overall thrust of the story remained a little opaque to me.

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Umami's Safe Mode was a natural fit; if you've seen an Umami film you know what to expect. Surreal character designs and a guy with a monotone voice. Looking forward to more of this series.

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The Rubbings of Trajectories by Cheng-Hsu Chung from Taiwan took things in a rather Adventure Time direction in its drawing style, full of wild perspective shifts and morphing. I was a little too caught up in the visuals to take a lot from the voiceover lol.

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Insomnie by Paul Utkay leaned on Stable Diffusion interpolation for its surreal shifting visuals. This was I think the only time, besides the one after this, I've seen AI in the festival, and right now the main use of AI seems to be like this, a visual effect.

Following this came Two Gracious Uncles Smooched To The Beat (currently password locked so I can't embed it) by Jon Dunleavy, a completely frenetic sendup of the whole AI art 事件. Rather than being made by AI it's mostly deliberately janky cgi, rapidfire jokes, and wrong subtitles as an extra layer, which made for a fun watch. The thesis was maybe something like, "this is all a bit silly". As a programming move, putting this right after the AI film was kind of genius.

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A Kind of Testament by Stephen Vuillemin was simply fantastic, absolutely the highlight of this collection. The framing device is that a woman stumbles on a website created by another older woman with the same name as her, consisting of incredibly elaborate animations based on her social media photos. As we watch more, we learn more about this mysterious animator, who died shortly after the protagonist contacted her. Ultimately though this framing device is just a vehicle for some really tight imaginatively grotesque shorts that gradually start to connect up more and more. I hesitate to call it ero-guro because it's not exactly ero, but it definitely put me in mind of e.g. shintaro kago. the framing device works just right, linking the shorts and providing a certain frame for interpretation - the animator is terminally ill, so jokes about foot killing parasites and regrets make sense - without being overbearing. honestly just a really great film, the perfect level of enigmatic. i hope i can show more than the trailer some day.

Internet Gaga by Reinhild Bidner slammed into a much faster pace, a pastiche of Radio Gaga by Queen with the music video consisting mainly of cutout animation and AI deepfake animation of memes. Two minutes was about the right length for this lol. But yeah, haha, the internet, what a mess amirite

Todo está perdido by Carla Pereira Docampo and Juan Francisco Jacinto Prados was a fascinating oddity though. Stop motion, with these wildly distorted models - built in forwards or backwards slants and birdlike eyes. The story concerns a suburban nuclear family where the mother lays eggs, which they mostly eat, but decide to fertilise one one day, resulting in a baby with a wrinkled head hatching. The B plot concerns their other child who gets a rat inside her skin by accident during surgery. As you can imagine it went for the squick reactions. I can't find an online video of this one but here's a previous project by the same directors.

From this point on things got pretty wild. First up we had Uncle Babysitter 2 by Tung Yin Ng aka Tungwood.

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as far as toilet humour goes? This was actually great, just relentless gleeful escalation. I got to chat a bit with Tungwood and his friends after the films, and funnily enough he was very shy and would run up to people saying 'souvenir' and give them a card for the film. It was very funny talking to a group of animators, which in my eyes is like the peak of the world's professions, and have them act impressed when i say I'm a game dev.

Anyway, this was a really fun short about a baby's adventure inside a man's stomach as the man desperately tries to pull him out. The breakneck editing really makes the stupid jokes work, it's kinda Imaishi in that way.

Granny X by DD Sheahan relaxed the pace only barely, telling the story of an old lady in a nursing home having a vivid lesbian fantasy that in the waking world leads to her careening around strangling nurses and stuff. It was fun visually, although the humour seemed generally a little meaner.

Monsterfuckers by the Tohu Animation Collective led by Ori Goldberg was something like a multi animator project with loops contributed by different animators around the vague prompt of monsters having sex. So this one's like, straight up porn but weird porn so it gets to be in here lol. The editing to the music was tight and many of the clips were really creative - but no sign of it online as yet so I can't show you.

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We were really on a roll at this point. The final part was the music video for Cool Party by Simon Medard for a band called Cocaine Piss, which pushed the jank factor to maximum. It didn't do a lot for me but it kept the energy going. After that we spilled out onto the lawn outside Bonlieu and everyone gathered in small groups. Not really wanting to just walk away, I inserted myself into conversations here and there, said some nice things to the showrunner, met Tungwood... and then at last time to go home, packed on the last bus like sardines.

Honestly, even if it could have been a little weirder to be truly 'what the fuck', this event was a blast. I mean you know how much I like this kind of thing lmao.

As for Thursday... haha god it's 2am. I'll write about it tomorrow... or maybe on Saturday... but the very short version is that I saw Art College 1994 (solid, donghua with a realist style and richard linklater energy), Kensuke's Kingdom (impressively elaborate adaptation of a Michael Morpurgo story, had a bit of an Iron Giant feel visually), White Plastic Sky (a very compelling scifi dystopian drama from Hungary in a rotoscoped style similar to A Scanner Darkly), stood in line for two hours for Mars Express and still didn't get in, watched a bit of Perspectives block 1 (mostly bad, it's the block for serious social issues rather than compelling storytelling) and then tried Graduation Films 3 (sadly could not live up to Graduation Films 2). So a bit of an unfortunate end to the day but that's how it be sometimes...

Tomorrow I've got another packed day so I'm gonna end up really behind on these writeups but stand by lol. Annecy is amazing, I don't want it to end...

#Youtube #Vimeo #l'aventure de canmom à annecy #annecy film festival #annecy #animation

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croissantdippedinalatte · 11 months

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Daisy thought Satoru was the one, she longed for his love so bad. So, she overlooked every red flag and turned a blind eye. But how long until she realises that her feelings are not exactly reciprocated and how will she deal with the harsh truth?

Warnings: suicide,cheating, overdose, manipulation?

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I had always longed for the love of my life. Not a hookup, an occasional date, or a so called "sneaky link".

Of course sexual intercourse and dates were magnificent, however I longed for it to be with a person that I love and care for deeply. Unlike a lot of people in this century, I despised the "no strings attached" culture. I wanted all the strings to be attached, I wanted to be attached with my significant other, I wanted us to be a working system together, I craved a strong bond so badly it had become torture.

Torture. Because I had soon realised that the sunshine and rainbows romance book relationship I had dreamt of would stay that way, a dream.

And the realisation hit me hard. Too hard.

The smell of the cooking eggs hit my nostrils as I looked down at the frying pan, two sunny side up eggs. I turned off the gas and poured the eggs carefully on the plate, along with the three stacked pancakes and four crisp bacon strips, all tied together with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. His favourite breakfast.

As if on cue, he emerged from the door into the kitchen, he stifled a yawn and ran a hand through his messy white hair. His bright blue eyes glanced at me as he lazily walked toward me.

I was salting his eggs when I felt his big arms wrap around my waist, his musky scent engulfing me. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his freshly shaven chin feeling smooth on my skin. He always did that, every day when I would make breakfast he would come and hug me, touch me, make me feel special, make me feel like I was his one and only, he didn't even have to try. A single act of affection on his part would have me weak on my knees, like an idiot, and he knew that, he knew that I was one to forgive and overlook for the slightest bit of validation he provided, because the momentary fluttering of my heart and warm fuzzy feeling always seemed to mask the pain and anguish.

"Good morning.'' he tiredly muttered into my neck, kissing it.

''Hey,'' There they were again, the butterflies;

"Go seat now, I'll get your food." He didn't protest as his hands let go of my waist and sat down at the table, the familiar emptiness striking me in an instant.

I walked to the table, plate on one hand, glass on the other and I set the two in front of him before sitting at the chair across.

He flashed me his irresistible, bright stupid smile before digging into his food, not sparing me another glance.

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Remember when I said I wanted every string attached and a strong bond? Well, maybe the strings were attached but they were attached from me, the strings were all produced by me attached to Satoru by me and while he slowly walked away from this relationship the strings were still there in me, they were etched deep into my being but superficially attached to him, and every time he left for a "late shift'',the strings would stretch, I guess it's fitting for this flexible relationship that we had or more so that Satoru wanted. Though the problem was, I didn't know how much longer the strings could hold up, all the force was sure to pile up, and I was terrified of what would come when the strings reached a turning point.

''I'll be late today, Daisy.'' I was sat on the unmade king sized bed, wearing his big crinkled t-shirt, watching him like a wounded puppy as he sprayed his expensive cologne on his neck, sunglasses resting at the bridge of his nose.

I bit my lip,

"Satoru, you're always late.'' I stood up and walked towards him;

He kept walking as I followed him to the front door.

Finally he turned to face me," You know the job baby."

I opened my mouth to retaliate, to confront him, to tell him that he's not fooling anyone, to be strong.

But he didn't let me, as he cupped my cheeks and looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes that I always seemed to be sucked into and get lost in the abyss of them, I melted under his touch as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my era and smiled;

"Don't worry about me, Daisy." And I found myself unknowingly nodding like a moron, carelessly falling for everything he said, because in truth, I wanted to believe in our love, I wanted to keep living in the romance book, I wanted to stay in the dream even if everything around me was desperately trying to open my eyes.

The warm and fuzzy feeling inside of me had made it's return,

"I love-" I wanted to say, but he cut me off with a rough and passionate kiss.

"Don' wait for me."

And with that he walked out of the front door, somehow making me feel even worse than before.

3:48am. That's when I heard the click of the front door that Satoru had briskly walked out from ours ago.

I snapped my head up and when I saw the sight in front of me I could feel my breath lodge in my throat and a stinging in my eyes.

Satoru stood in the doorway. But that wasn't what made me feel I had swallowed a dozen of nails.

It was the fact that he once again looked..refreshed, happier, a tad bit lighter, I could have sworn I saw a glow surround him. I knew what that meant, I'd seen that exact same aura on my father when he too would come back from a late night shift after having neglected his fatherly and husband duties.

And now, like a sick joke, it was happening again, though this time it seemed like the pain was far worse.

"Hey, why did you wait for me?" There was this unmistakeable bright and breathy tone in his voice as he walked towards the couch that I was sat at.

I turned my gaze away from him as the blurring in my vision increased. I felt the couch sink beside me and immediately the scent of roses hit my nose.

I only wear vanilla.

The dull pain in my throat intensified as I tried to hold back the tears but my attempts came in vain as the tears started to stream down my cheeks involuntarily.

"Hey'' I felt his big hand on my shoulders and I sniffled wiping a few tears with a sky hand.

Satoru heard,

"Hey what's wrong?" He tried to turn me to face him but I shook my head vigorously as more tears fell.

Why did he have to do this to me?

He finally turned my face to his as he held my chin gently and examined my face.

He frowned,"What's wrong Daisy, why are you crying?" HIs voice was soft as he cupped my face with both his hands.

"Why do you do this to me?" My voice broke as I searched into his crystal blue eyes for something, what that was I still don't know.

"What- what are you talking about?'' He truly sounded clueless.

"Why don't you love me like how I love you? Why do you hurt me?" I choked out as I sobbed.

I finally saw it. A look of guilt, regret, or both.

"Daisy this is nonsense, I would never hurt you." He wiped my tears away with his thumbs.

"You know how much I care about you?" He kissed my forehead, the frown still on his face.

He sounded sincere, for some reason he always did.

"Come here." He pulled me into a tight hug, holding me as close as he could. And like the idiot I was, I hugged him back, so tight, like he was going to slip away from me, and I sobbed hard into his shirt as the floral scent intensified.

He planted a soft kiss on top of my head, and he lied on the couch bringing me down on top of him.

That night he played with my hair, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, he drew patterns on my back until my radical hiccups and sibs subsided, until I sunk into a dark bliss, until I overlooked that as well.

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One big flaw of mine was that I didn't listen. You could pinpoint exactly what I am doing that is wrong and I would be too stubborn to listen; in the end I would always wind up in a bad situation. You would think that after one, two, even three times I would know better but I never did. And with Satoru it was the same; Everyone told me "He can't commit" "He's a heartbreaker." "He's a player." "A manwhore"..

..But alas, I tuned them out, I was wept off my feet by him, he showed me so much care, so much love that I didn't care about the nasty rumours. "Even if they are true I will change him." I said to myself and I truly believed it.

"How stupid could I really be?" I wondered as I looked at the bright screen screen of his phone, the muffled sound of running water in the background.

So many different girls in that phone, so many texts, all of similar context.

The letters on he screen became blurred and I realised that I'd been crying.

I didn't expect such a dull ache in my chest, I never thought there would be such little oxygen.

I heard the faucet turn off as I wiped my tears away and threw Satoru's phone on the bed.

I tried to control my breathing as I crawled under the covers, faced the other way and closed my eyes.

I heard the door click and I shut my eyes even tighter, biting down on my cheek harshly, as the metallic taste filled my mouth.

I heard Satoru's footsteps as he went to the closet, followed by the shuffling of fabric all while I tried to hold back aching sobs. I then felt the bet sink beside be and I held my breath when his arm went around my waist and his leg on top of my hip.

At that moment all I could do was painfully grimace as I though about how many women he has hugged kissed and slept with all while we were still together and all while I loved him unconditionally;

However the worst part is that even now that I knew for sure, I still didn't want to break up. I love him, so much, I can't let him go, I would rather not live to see another day if that day is bound to be one without him.

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I tried to be better for him. I tried to fix whatever flaw I might have had that could have caused him to turn to other women.

It had been two and a half weeks since my suspicions had been confirmed. Two weeks of hell as I watched Satoru leave the house every day, knowing he was going to be intimate with different women. I wish I knew why but, I was not going to ask. Instead I decided to try and be perfect, unbothered in hopes that he starts to love me again.

I started a skincare routine. All for him. Waking up an hour earlier to put the variety of different chemicals on my face, praying that they would make me would be more appealing to him.

I called his mom, begged her for all his favourite childhood recipes, and recreated every last one of them. All for him.

I started to work out. Maybe it was something wrong with my body that was unappealing to him, so during the long hours that he was gone I would sweat my soul off on the Godforsaken yoga mat as I did "At home pilates" and "Get an houglass figure in a week!" Youtube workouts. All for him.

And the list goes on with things that I did to try and win his heart back. Try to see what it was that was wrong with me and fix it.

Yet still, every night he came back in the early hours of the morning, smelling of a different perfume. And I would lay on the couch, wide awake, but I would shut my eyes when he would walk through the door and I would anticipate for his strong arms to scoop me off the couch and carry me to our bed. At least I still had that.

But it was simply not enough.

This morning felt a little different, I didn't know why, something about it just felt different. I exhaled deeply as I served the usual breakfast on his plate, though this time I had tried something new. I had shaped Satoru's bacon into a little crispy greasy heart, though it had ended up looking more like a corpse.

I snorted sarcastically at the thought.

"What are you laughing about?" There he was. He was dressed for work, however he wasn't wearing his uniform, he was wearing a pair of pants and dress shirt with one too many buttons left loose, sunglasses on his face. I once again knew what this meant. I wanted to despise him but no matter what he'd done, every time I laid my eyes on him I could feel how the muscles in my face relaxed, how the air felt easier to inhale, how my heart fluttered. Very stupid, I know.

"It's nothing." I shook my head slightly and softly smiled at him, I always felt myself smiling when looking at him, he was just so beautiful.

He didn't question me any further as he sat at the table and as always I set down his breakfast in front of him. Before I could walk to my chair, I felt a gentle grasp on my wrist as Gojo pulled me and sat me on hid lap. I put an arm around his neck to hold myself up as his hand firmly held my waist.

I couldn't help but involuntarily feel warmth all over as he buried his head into my chest, softly kissing it all over. A genuine smile pulled on my face as I felt like I was wanted and desired, in that moment at least.

Satoru finally pulled away from my chest and started to eat with his free arm. I was still sat on his lap, internally anticipating to see if he would say anything about his heart shaped bacon.

I watched him as he picked it up with his fork and eyed it for a few seconds. Finally he turned to face me, an eyebrow slightly raised and the hint of a smile on his face. He opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, however he was cut off by the vibration in his pocket.

He quickly popped the bacon Ito his mouth before pulling out his phone and looking at who'd texted him, turning his body the other way.

I felt all the delight from before being sucked out of me as I leaned forward to peek at his screen.

My moth went dry, there was a lap in my throat and a knot in my stomach. I couldn't make out much but I caught some words in the series of texts exchanged between a woman with a bikini profile picture.

"I'll see you before work."

"Are you on your way?"

"I am leaving right now."

"Your girlfriend??"

I watched as he typed biting my tongue hard and feeling my eyes gloss over,

"I'll get rid of her rn. See you soon."

Oh.

The constriction and ache in my chest were excruciating. Why did he say that. What did I do wrong.

I quickly forced my eyes dry and my lungs to take in oxygen even if it hurt, as Satoru put his phone back in his pocket and turned to me.

He kissed my cheek and murmured "I have to go." in my ear before he stood up and I smoothly slid of his lap.

He started to walk to the front door and as always something compelled me to follow him, I didn't do it consciously, it just happened.

His hand was on the door handle when I held his other hand and he turned his head to face me. He looked annoyed, even if he tried to conceal it as he exhaled an exasperated sigh

"Do you know when you'll be back, Satoru" I tried to keep my voice steady. His shining eyes pierced mine and he sighed in aggravation again, making me frown feeling needles prick at my chest.

"I don't know baby, I don't know." He gently pried my hand off of his and I watched as I allowed him to.

"I love-" I tried to utter but once again he cut me off with a quick peck on the lips.

"Don't wait." And once again, he softly turned around, not even sparing me a glance as he quickly opened the front door and hurriedly got out, closing it a little too hard, the noise making me flinch slightly.

I looked down at my feet, feeling the pressure in my neck as my vision blurred all over agin and hot tears spilled out of my face, though this time didn't try to stop them.

I felt my ears ringing, I was rooted in that spot as ragged, ugly sobs left my mouth.

Why did nothing work. Did I need to try more, what did I need to fix. Why did I have to try to keep him with me, and be the best that I could possibly be to even receive a pitiful excuse of affection, while he gets to sit and do nothing, make me feel like shit, and still receive all of my love and more.

I balled my hand into fists so tight I felt warm blood trickle down to the floor as I lifted my head to look at that god forsaken door taunting me, that fucking door that he has walked out of so many times, each time ripping a chunk of out of me.

My jaw clenched so tight my teeth hurt as I glared at the door.

I forced my feet to move from that place that I have stood at like a fool so many times.

I frantically walked to the living room. I hated that couch that I sat on endlessly until the crack of dawn while he was fucking around.

So I flipped the couch over. The loud noise barely made me blink. It felt easy, and cathartic.

So , I moved on to the TV that played torturous loops of waist trainers and aloe vera drinks when I'd try t distract myself from Satoru's neglect. I threw it off from it's stand, the cables braking when it smashed on the floor.

Everything was a buzz, I think I could hear sob and howl in the distance but I paid no mind.

I moved to the kitchen. I slammed open the cupboards and swiped the glasses out as they shattered when striking the floor.

I steeped on the glasses as I moved to the kitchen table, flipping it over along with the chairs.

I took deep breaths as I stood, looking around at this chaos.

I sighed deeply and sniffled, wiping the never-ending tears with the back of my hand and walking to the bathroom.

I opened the cupboard, taking out an array of pill bottles and holding them close to my chest with both arms as I made my way to the bedroom.

I sat on the bed and twisted every bottle open before pouring out the pills on the bed.

I hiccuped, my body trembling. I just needed something that will help me to forget.

I scooped a handful of pills with a shaky hand and thoughtlessly put them in my mouth, swallowing them dry, the chalky bitterness making me cringe.

I waited a few seconds but nothing happened, and I wanted to forget. So I swallowed another handful nonchalantly.

This should help, I thought as I crawled over to Satoru's side of the bed and lied down. The room around me soon started to spin but I just closed my eyes and let the musky scent of Satoru's pillow engulf me, the warm tears still falling.

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Satoru grunted heavily as his throbbing cock twitched inside the random woman below him, before he reached his peak and released the warm liquid in the protective latex.

It's not that he didn't find Daisy attractive. Sure she wasn't the prettiest woman he'd eve seen, however it was something else about her that had made her stand out. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, the first time he'd seen her she was walking down the street on a hot summer day, wearing a white sundress and talking to a friend while smiling. He took off his glasses to get a better look. Her smile was radiating, it wasn't a porcelain smile like the ones on toothpaste commercials, it was genuine and contagious.Then their eyes met as they passed by each other and she looked at him with those big, sparkling doe eyes, decorated with hints of colourful glitter. He'd never seen eyes glow as much as hers. They'd both turned around to stare at each other for longer before they had to split ways forever, however Satoru didn't allow that, as he did a full one-eighty and hurriedly walked in front of her using his charm and succeeding in getting her number.

Satoru was not one for commitment and he knew that, everyone did. But somethingablout Daisy was just so warm and intoxicating. So even though he knew that Daisy was sensitive and a hopeless romantic, looking for "the one", and she wouldn't be satisfied with the "no strings attached" situation, while he was the complete opposite, he caved in and moved in with her.

And he had to admit, it wasn't bad. She cared for him, cooked for him, cherished him and the sex was phenomenal. She was like a breath of fresh air, he really cared for her, he grew strong feelings for her.

But the feelings he jrewwere not enough to contain his old ways. He tried, he really did, he wanted to be good for her. But alas his urges got the better of him and he spiralled into infidelity.

He didn't care about these women. He only cared about Daisy. Although it seems he didn't care enough, because he knew that she loved him so dearly that she would be completely and utterly shattered if she were to ever find out, she was fragile and she loved him hard, almost too hard. Yet he still didn't care enough to put his hormonal urges aside for the woman he cares about.

Satoru is panting heavily, he is sweaty and disheveled as he finally pulls out of the sultry woman sprawled out on his desk.

Today it was a young girl from work. He'd been with her before. She was just a "fling", he said to himself about her and every other woman he'd been with while going behind Daisy's back. He needed that reassurance to alleviate some of the guilt he was feeling "They don't matter" he said, yet he neglected his partner for a moment of lust with them.

It was too early for work. It normally Strats about an hour from now but Satoru had his date, so of course he left earlier. Deep down he knew that Daisy knew, and he felt horrible, but he also knew that she loved him too dearly to leave him, though he still felt horrible because he knew he was taking advantage of that love.

He shook his thoughts away as he swiftly pulled the condom off of him and tossed it in the bin, before puling up his underwear and pants, tucking his dress shirt in and zipping them.

"When will I see you again?" The woman questioned seductively as she pulled her skirt down to it's original place.

He just couldn't resist charming women, it made him feel good.

He smiled at her, flashing his pearly white teeth.

"We'll see."

She didn't reply as she gazed at him sensually before slowly brushing past him while swaying her hips and of course, Satoru's eyes lingered on her body until she walked out of his office.

As the door closed, his phone started to vibrate in his pocket.

He slid out the device and checked the caller ID.

He frowned, it was their neighbour, he was a friendly old man, though he wasn't close with Satoru but they had each other's numbers just in case anything came up.

He hesitated for a split second before pressing the green button and putting the phone to his ear.

"Hello."

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He gritted his teeth, his hands squeezing the steering wheel of his car, knuckles turning white.

Satoru felt a pit in his stomach, a twisting he couldn't describe, however he dismissed it. When the neighbour had called him he'd said that he heard some very loud and concerning commotion coming from the house and he was very alarmed. It did seem weird to Satoru but he wasn't concerned, he reassured the neighbour not to worry but he insisted that Satoru come back to check on his girlfriend or he would call the police to do it for him. Satoru was very annoyed at that point because he didn't want to leave his job for something silly, however the twisting feeling in his stomach told him otherwise so even tho he was angry, he exhaled a breath of frustration and left to go home.

He felt his heartbeat was slightly faster than normal, the annoyance slowly being replaced by anxiety as his calls to his girlfriend went unanswered. Daisy always answered when Satoru called within seconds, no matter what.

He quickly parked in the driveway, stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut as he ran a restless hand through his hair.

He hurriedly made his way to the front door, being apprehensive for a second before twisting the keys in the lock, the feeling in his stomach only increasing by the second.

As he opened the door, his stomach dropped, his eyes widened, he was rendered speechless for a second.

The house was in shambles, the couch the TV.

"Shit." He muttered. The fear was creeping up and he felt it in his chest as he let his mind travel to all the possibilities.

Panic washed over him when he looked down to see small droplets of what could only be blood, on the entryway where she always stood to greet him goodbye.

"Fuck! Daisy!" He yelled out his voice laced with concern.

Did someone break in? Did they hurt her? It was the most likely scenario.

Satoru raced to the kitchen only to find more chaos and bloody footsteps leading to the bathroom and the bedroom.

His throat hurt and his heart beat wildly at the sight of it.

"Baby?!"His voice was more urgent and desperate this time as he ran to open the bathroom door.

That's when another realisation dawned on him as he stared at the empty medicine cabinet with eyes wide and a dry mouth.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! DAISY!"

He wasted no time swiftly turning around and scarring to the bedroom door.

He prayed to god that Daisy would be fine and that she was safe and sound, looking at him with those eyes he'd always get lost in.

With that turned the knob and barged in the room.

He felt relieved. He was relieved to see her laying in bed soundly.

However that relief only lasted a split second only to be replaced by dread when he noticed she wasn't laying very soundly.She was shaking, curled up in a ball, looking pale as a ghost. On the bottom of the bed empty pill bottles and a few random pills. Too few pills.

His breath caught in his throat, despair pricking his skin as he stared in horror.

"Oh god," His voice broke as he stumbled towards the bed rushing to her. He didn't know what had happened, why it happened, he just wanted her to survive.

"Daisy talk to me!" He strangled out as he scooped her off the bed, sitting on the floor with her in his embrace.

He ran a hand through her hair, her eyes were half closed and she was trembling and still breathing, but it was slow and shallow.

"Baby please tell me. How many did you take." Her eyes opened and she looked at him her once bright doe eyes now glossed over and distant, her pink soft lips now a shade of purple.

"Like, a handful or two" She mumbled, her voice strained.

Satoru felt the blood drain from his body.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Daisy!" He yelled, holding her closer to him, burring his face in her neck and shutting his eyes tightly. He sounder hopeless, angry. But he knew he wasn't angry at Daisy.

He stoop up quickly, his girlfriend in his arms as he carried her to their bathroom.

Daisy seemed unfazed, as if she wasn't fully here, which worried him even more.

He her weak form over the toilet, gripping the back of her neck as he put his fingers down her throat, trying to make her throw up.

He was met with refusal as Daisy only gagged and weakly pushed his hand away, turning her head away from him.

"I don't want to, stop" She muttered.

"Please baby please" H e cried out as he tried again but nothing came out.

" Shit!" He was desperate.

Again. Nothing.

"Please!" He sobbed.

Again. nothing.

He cried in despair and anguish, craddling her in his arms as she lost more and more colour with each passing second.

"Stay with me baby please," He took out his phone as he dialled 911. He kissed his girlfriend's head in necessity. Never once in his life had his heart beat so fast, never in his his life had he felt do much dread.

The phone rung twice before he heard a calm voice on the other line.

" My wife- Help please!! She took pills! You- you have to come!" He cried out, anguished.

The ambulance was on its way. When Satoru hung up the phone, he immediately turned to Daisy.

"You'll be fine baby I promise." Daisy looked at him with a glass stare, still shaking a coated in cold sweat, as he held her in his hands tightly and stared in horror unable to do anything else other than wait for the ambulance and pray that she will pull through.

He cried out at her unresponsiveness, feeling a foreign ache t the sight of the state his girlfriend was in.

"Say something please." He begged, tears slipping out of his eyes.

Daisy swallowed dryly, struggling to form sentences.

"I wish-- I wish you hadn't been-" She took in a sharp breath, talking now a painful challenge to her,

"You hadn't been with those other girls."

Satoru was stunned to silence. Sure, he had a brief feeling that she'd known what was going on or had been at least suspicious of his shameless infidelity yet, he was too wrapped up in it to take her feelings into consideration and try to asses the damage and pain that he was actually inflicting. Never did he think that he would hurt her so much.

Sirens could be heard in the distance as the sound got louder by the second and Satoru had to put his shock and horror aside as he stood up and rushed out of the house to the approaching ambulance, holding his frail girlfriend securely in his arms and wishing to whatever higher power was willing to listen that, they hadn't come too late.

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The black raven flew past and landed on a leafless tree. The arrival of autumn had become evident as the cloudy grey sky loomed over earth and the wind had once summer breeze now stinging lightly as it teased the hint of a freezing cold winter.

Satoru had never realised how depressing autumn was, he actually never paid mind to the shifting of the seasons, he always thought it was silly when Daisy talked about he r favourite season being spring because of the anticipation for summer and the excitement about it. But now he felt it weigh down on him more than he would ever expect, he wished he could listen to her blabber on about it for hours on end.

Satoru could only embrace the chilly wind as the scent of earth invaded his nostrils and he watched the fresh soil that had coated her casket even if it had been four hours since the reception ended.

It wasn't anything flash or fancy. Not many people had showed up either. Her best friend, a couple of professors and classmates from her university and the neighbour.

She was studying to be a veterinarian.

Aa Satoru finally stood up his mind couldn't help but wander to everything.

He rode in the ambulance with her, he held her hand as she lost all consciousness despite his pleas and cries from him, begging her to stay with him.

He waited in the hospital for hours on end as the guilt consumed him more with every agonising second he spent waiting to hear about he, to hear that she is oaky.

Sadly that moment never came. Instead, Satoru was met with an apologetic looking doctor as he broke the news that she had been pronounced dead just one hour after arrival.

The rest was a blur for him, he faintly remembers how much he sobbed. H never thought he'd sob so hard for anyone, much less for the girl he willingly hurt so much.

With a heavy sigh, he unlocked the door and entered the house. He looked around, something was missing and it wasn't the TV that broke, it was something else, something way more valuable, something irreplaceable.

He shook his head as he unwillingly envisioned Daisy laying curled up on the house with one of his shirts on and messy hair.

Upon entering the bedroom, Satoru couldn't help but lay on Daisy's side of the bed. Not even bothering to change or take off his shoes, he just closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the fading scent of her favourite vanilla fragrance engulf him.

Satoru didn't truly want any strings attached, Daisy did. Satoru wanted something casual, Daisy wanted something serious. Satoru didn't love enough, Daisy loved too much. He didn't realise that whenever he stepped out of the house he broke off a string, along with a pice of Daisy. He didn't realise that all he needed was right in front of him, not until it was too late.

In the end Satoru realised he did love Daisy. However he put pleasure above love. And he now lives to regret that.

#anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x oc #angst #heavy angst #sad #fanfic

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krysmiss · 5 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday!!

Thank you pocket friends for tagging me! @mybrainismelted @such-a-barbarian @skylerwinchester @jrooc @lingy910y @dynamic-power @juliakayyy

1. which character from any media would you like to have as a father? Jack from This is Us. I need to rewatch but from what I remember, I think I'd like him as a dad. (Even though he dies when they're still kids)

2. if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? A big cat. Either a tiger or lion.

3. what is your Chinese takeout order? Usually something very basic like sesame chicken. Usually with lo mein unless I actually like the fried rice from the place.

4. what's your favorite emoji? I’m currently very into 🫠 and 😂

5. would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? Yes.

6. what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? Ohh so many. I loved Arthur, The Berenstain Bears, Reading Rainbow, Liberty Kids... to name a few.

7. what was your tumblr like when you first joined? Oof that was so long ago lol. My Tumblr is basically a synopsis of my obsessions and interests throughout the years but is also full of random shit that I choose to reblog. I think that I'm alot more active and interactive with people now though.

8. what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? Eh I don't really pay attention to clothing styles tbh.

9. if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? Mmm since I'm currently watching it, Bob's Burgers. Or SpongeBob. With a refresher, I think I'd do pretty good around Hogwarts too. Also maybe BOTW.

10. what is your favorite piece of art? I seriously considered putting a picture of Noel and Cam for this because I think that they are both gorgeous pieces of art but I won't. I don't have an answer to this though so...

11. do you have a water bottle? what does it look like? I have a few actually that I switch out. I usually always have one for home and one that I take and use at work though.

12. what fanfic trope is a quiet fave? Probably slow burn.

13. do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it? A basic crossbody bag. Uhh idk how weird it is but I have crystals in it that I carry with me.

14. if you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be? Probably Carl because they’d be absolutely ridiculous together.

15. what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did? I don't normally venture outside of my normal tropes (canon compliant, smut, fluff and angst) but I am currently reading LRPD for fic club and I am so glad that I am. It has been SO good so far and I'm upset that I don't have as much free time as I used to have to read more but I'm making my way through it. So alternate first meeting? Slow burn? Whatever trope LRPD is - that.

16. Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian? I don't think so but I think that Mickey has tried. (I just thought of something so fucking sad about Ian being in a downswing and Mickey tries to carry him to bed but he realizes that he can't anymore and he gets mad at himself because he feels helpless. Fuck 😥)

17. who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? First person that I thought of was Carl but idk if that fits him anymore since he's a cop now. Ohh but I'll stick to that. It's not really used anymore though he just has it hanging up at the Alibi as more of an ode to his childhood and the Southside.

Super late but tagging a few peeps: @gallabitch73 @depressedstressedlemonzest @softmick and @jademickian unless you've already done it or don't want to - if so then here's a kitty for you 🐈 😊

#fuck me i was damn near done then this app crashed so i had to re-do this whole thing #im lowkey pissed. i took time to add a little razzle dazzle to my formatting but now im over it.#🙄🙄🙄#tag game #weekly tag Wednesday #about me

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quillheel · 5 months

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ALIAS / NAME: Captain! I used to be called Honey, Lovely, and Nyx in the past, though that was LONG before Tumblr. Twas my amino days, baby. ( I also semi-recently tried out 'King' but the vibes don't quite fit yknow! prefer the vibe of that as a term of referral - ex: my liege - rather than a name weirdly enough BHGKTRB )

BIRTHDAY: july 7th!

ZODIAC: cancer! i forgot my exact stuff, like rising sign or the like, but i do know that! i got into zodiacs when i was like 13 i think so I know at least MY sign by heart lol

HEIGHT: 5'6! something like that, I think :] which is also 167 centimeters

HOBBIES: drawing, writing ( I have an ao3 I've been neglecting for so long ), dungeons & dragons / general ttrpgs which take up SO much of my week <3, video games, content analysis ( kinda? ), baking, penpal, learning ukulele, learning to sew, learning crochet!

FAV. COLOR: im terrible when it comes to this question because i love a lot of very specific colors because artist brain BUT... If I had to pick one. Probably a red-y brown-y color. I REALLY like warm and neutral colors ( though Quillheel's pallet probably wouldn't invoke that thought ) though i also like a lot of neutral and cooler colors. you can basically reference a rainbow for my preferred colors but even with blue at the bottom ( I'm a big purple-enjoyer ) i still enjoy what good usage of it can do <3

FAV. BOOK: the long walk by stephen king, inkheart by cornelia funke, or frankenstein by mary shelley <3 love different aspects of all of them, though inkheart was a big part of my childhood so i'm biased BHHGTR

LAST SONG: be nice to me by the front bottoms :] i've been listening to a lot of Hozier lately though

LAST MOVIE / SHOW: UHHH wolfwalkers! VERY good i really liked it <3 i wanna rewatch song of the sea eventually, too! that ones also a favorite. the last show would probably be season 3 of infinity train ( I still resist the temptation to add Simon sometimes. he is such a terrible yet interesting little man ) or finally finishing watching hisuian snow :]

RECENT READ: if fanfiction doesnt count ( if it Does then wander boy by poptod, which is surprising its not one of the HUGE amounts of disco elysium fanfiction i've been chewing on lately ) then probably i think frankenstein by mary shelley, which i picked up and began reading but didn't finish :( still the most recent though! I wanna actually finish that + reread the long walk + read a bunch of other books, like the song of achilles by madeline miller, circe by madeline miller, orange world and other stories by karen russle, memorial: a version of homers illiad by alice oswald, the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson, good omens by neil gaiman and terry pratchett, the city & the city by china mieville, etc etc etc! ( if you guys have any suggestions actually, feel free to send em my way! )

INSPIRATION: horror! especially slashers, psychological horror, and 'bloodbath' horror ( selectively! carrie's got the vibes, saw does NOT ), psychological writing in general, a bunch of the books i have or plan on reading, mythology & legends, fanfiction and composition, music ( especially the weakerthans, the narcissist cookbook, hozier, etc ), poetry, and just!! learning methods of how things Generally are made, ig! how people paint, how people make clothes and make fabric, how people grow plants. i take a lot of inspiration from unexpected places, but a lot of those places are the act of creation in of itself. my writing might only be writing, but i try to embody a sense of color to it, of an artstyle you can almost taste, yknow? the composition in shows where blues look almost green and its like the world is basked in paint and there's just a feeling, indescribable, contextual but potent in of itself, the feeling of small moments everywhere, all at once, all the time. THAT SOUNDS REALLY PRETENTIOUS BUT LIKE... its true, yknow!! i like to embody a feeling in my writing, and i go to a lot of places to find it.

STORY BEHIND URL: once, a long time ago, my oc multimuse @cassiopiia was named orphic-ruin, and quillheel came second in my blogs list. i wanted them to match! so i thought of storytelling, which went to writing, then to pens, then to quills! and the 'heel' part comes from achilles heel, or the achilles tendon! as well as having ties to hermes' winged feet. in a way, its kinda saying 'vulnerable storyteller' or 'half-divine legend' or even kinda like a title or epithet vibe wise like you might find on a mythological figure ( ex: quill-heeled ) or something like that, which i think still fits the vibe p well to this day! if i did change the URL, idk what I'd make it now! i might eventually, but yeah!

tagged: @disassnbler ty ender!!!! <333

tagging: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh @littlelonesomestars @slaughterlocked @underworldslibrary @rebellionhearted aaaand anyone wearing blue, green or red <3

#━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc.#━ ♔ the world grows green again when you smile : games.#Q.

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Osvald often left for Montwise for weeks at a time, leaving Rita and Elena alone in the house to wonder what he was up to while he was away. He always returned with stories about his studies. Lately, they had been all about biology, and revealing someone's true magical potential with a series of potions.

Rita was frankly concerned about the potions. She feared he might get sick or even die if he made even just one mistake, but he always returned home fit as a fiddle.

Over the past several weeks, stories of a series of murders committed in the east reached Rita's ears. The victims were always upper class men or scholars, meaning Osvald was a potential target. It didn't help that they were all in the Crestlands, near where Montwise lay.

"Please Osvald, I don't want to lose you!" Rita pleaded.

"I'll be fine. I'll lock the doors whenever I'm alone and I'll keep a knife with me, I promise," he reassured her.

"I- but-," Rita sighed, "all right. Be safe, honey."

He kissed her goodbye before leaving for the harbor.

Weeks passed and though Rita worried about Osvald, she was able to calm herself with the knowledge that he could defend himself better than most.

One day, she found herself in his study, along with Elena.

"This is where he keeps the books about magic for your reading level," Rita said as she looked at a shelf.

'Ice magic for children', where was it? Osvald usually left it there.

As they looked, a set of footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Rita assumed it was only Clarissa, but stood in a defensive position just in case.

An unfamiliar man came from the stairs. He held his hands over his head as he muttered the same few sentences to himself over and over again.

"Who are you?!" Rita demanded.

The man looked up at her, finally standing up straight. He stood a head taller than her, with tangled blonde hair and dirty, torn clothes.

"Get out," he growled.

"No, identify yourself," Rita continued as she created thunder with the few spells Osvald had taught her.

Elena hid behind her, too scared to even glance at the unfamiliar man as she started to cry.

"I'm Harvey. Happy?" he said, low and angry, "now, get out."

Again, Rita stood her ground. She prepared herself to fight, but was pushed away in an instant. Harvey threw her to the stairs before he started rummaging through every cabinet and drawer in the room.

Elena sobbed as she ran to her mother's side, "are you okay mama?!"

"I-I'm fine, let's get Clarissa and Ethan," Rita said.

She picked up Elena and ran all the way to town, and didn't stop till she was at Clarissa's home, safe and sound.

She pounded on the door countless times.

"Clarissa! Ethan! Please, help me!" she cried.

Not a moment later, Clarissa opened the door with a look of worry on her face.

"What's the matter, Rita?" she asked.

Rita told her and Ethan of what happened, and the three of them returned to Osvald's study, while Elena stayed behind.

It was dead silent when they entered. Harvey seemed to have either left or tired himself out. Sword in hand, Ethan went ahead. But he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him.

"Come here," he said as he approached the man on the floor.

Rita and Clarissa did as they were told, instantly becoming just as confused as Ethan as they saw what he did.

Osvald lay half conscious on the floor. Broken bottles of liquids with nearly every color of the rainbow were scattered around the floor. His table and all the notes on it were half destroyed on the floor as well.

Rita gasped as she ran to his side, kneeling beside him.

"Are you okay? What happened?" she cried.

But Osvald only stared at the ceiling as he repeated the same sentence to himself.

"It work too well."

Jekyll and Hyde au goes brrrr. Was listening to the 1995 musical ost and got this idea :3

I WAS>> NOT EXPECTING A JEKYLL AND HIDE SITUATION BUT HERE WE ARE.

i remember you making posts about jekyll and hyde a while ago! this is. NOT what i expected when you mentioned a twist but i like this!

damn osvald really overdosed on the pride potion, wishing him well...

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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kitkatt0430 · 11 months

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The time has come!!!! To watch the final four episodes of the Flash. Starting here with episode 10. I've currently got some tasty pizza but I may make some popcorn later. Will definitely have to resist the urge to throw the popcorn at the screen because my house is soooo dusty right now. (mid home-reno, at the point where all the big stuff is done and everything is now covered in a thick layer of drywall dust and i will literally be dusting the house over this for weeks to come)

The opening with Eddie is cute. Looks like 'Malcolm' is a research scientist? Since, from what spoilers I've seen, the N!SF is what resurrected Eddie, I have to wonder if the Malcolm persona was crafted to fit what Eobard wished Eddie was like. The N!SF has been retconned so much since it was first mentioned, but it started as an artificial speed force the Eobard created and it took Eobard as its first avatar. So it'd make sense if it was trying to remake Eddie in an image more pleasing to Eobard...

Still, it's too bad Malcolm isn't a separate character from Eddie.

Lol, Allegra as Rainbow Brite. I do find that hilarious. And the suit is awful.

Chester is no Cisco when it comes to super suits, that's for sure. How about calling up Ryan. He's not as good at is as Cisco, but he's not rainbow bathrobe bad at it.

I still think Cecile should have moved with Joe and Jenna. She's a great lawyer when the show remembers that she's a lawyer, but there's a lot of tell-not-show going on with her being a super hero and she seems happiest when she's with Joe and Jenna. This season's biggest problem, I think, is that it hasn't handled juggling the main cast well and, much as I like Cecile... I think that having her go into semi-retirement with Joe would have been a good choice. She still could have been commuting for her defense lawyer practice, giving us that one episode with Becky, but otherwise it would have been one less character to juggle and opened up the opportunity for Barry and Iris to raise Nora in the same house they were raised in.

Khione's place is very plant-filled. And I love that she's named them all. She's definitely leveled up on her powers since last we saw her and I like that she writes her diary entries as letters to her sisters, Caitlin and Frost. I still don't know what her purpose is because she hasn't done anything that couldn't have been easily handed off to someone else, so... *shrug* I've given up on the idea that she has an actual purpose that only she can do - you know, right hero at the right time - at this point. Still, very sweet.

Also did she have to look at the camera directly while talking about Blaine?

Iris - Since when do you do things last minute. Me - Where have you been? This man is your husband, sweetie. If he isn't doing something last minute, then he's doing it five minutes late.

Pulitzer nomination!!!! YAY!!! Go Iris!!!!

It's 'cobalt' blue energy that takes Barry to the past. I like the person who walks by cupping a cd player in their hands. That's so funny, but very 2000.

Oh!!! the laundry van!!! reference to the pilot episode!!! love it :D

Barry being an awkward duck with not-yet-Captain Singh. David is going to remember this one day and wonder. Anywho, love that Barry's first instinct is to go to Joe for help when he can't get back home. Not surprising it doesn't work out - you're a stranger to him now, Barry - but still.

Next try, Professor Stein. Who, given the time travel shenanigans he's already played with his own timeline at this point, would probably believe Barry a little more easily. But still not surprising he didn't believe him over the phone. Bet if Barry had shown up in person and started talking about the Legends, that would have gone better.

Of course, Barry then sees his parents. And just. Gets so focused that the Reverse Flash blindsides him. Love that Henry saves Barry from being killed. Nora's first thought at seeing Barry is 'he looks just like my father'. Their shared concern about Barry even though he's just some stranger... it's good to finally see the people who raised Barry before Joe. And that Barry's kindness towards strangers and sense of duty to help is something that is as much from them as from Joe.

Henry - I'm Dr. Allen and this is my wife Nora and we were first on the scene after your accident. Barry - *internally freaking out because he loves his parents but he knows his mom is gonna die soon and his dad will go to prison and he wants to save them, knows he can't, and doesn't want to fuck up the timeline again because he actually didn't intentionally time travel for a change* O_O Umm.... hi... I'm... Bart.

Barry calling himself Bart will never not be funny to me.

Nora - Can we call family or friends for you? Barry - *No mom, you can't call yourself, sorry* Nope.

Gosh, I do love Henry and Nora so much. They save this guy on the street, take him to the hospital, and insist on taking him out for pizza. Knowing they're such kind and helpful people really highlights what a tragedy what happens to them are because... how many people would they have tried to help if Nora had lived and Henry hadn't spent fifteen years in jail? Not with super powers but with just kindness and an insistence on helping the people around them.

Joe and David wanting to help Barry now too. :D Mysterious voice growls Joe's name and there's a blue crystal that... possess Joe? Well. Would you call that shade of blue... cobalt? *snicker*

Nora - Well, what about your family? Where are they? Barry - *AWKWARD* They died.

Again. Nora and Henry being so very, very kind to Barry. Giving him something he's missed for so long. And he can't accept their offer to stay with them, much as he wants to.

Matt!Eobard shows up, with the ominous helicoptor noises! Of course Barry assumes this whole setup is his fault. But it isn't.

Barry could be having a nice evening with his parents, instead he's at a bar with the guy who is an evening away from causing Barry's childhood PTSD. And Eobard laying out the situation is interesting because there are more options than Eobard mentions and he genuinely doesn't realize that. It's just... kind of fascinating for Barry to see what's happening from the point of view of knowing how this will turn out in the end.

For Barry to have the life that Eobard is threatening to take away... he does kind of have to let Eobard win. Just not in the way that Eobard intends to at that moment.

Barry going back to Henry's office right as Henry and Nora at talking about how they wish they could have helped him... do love that timing. :D

Barry getting to tell his parents that their love made him who he is even now, so many years after their deaths... even if they don't realize his words really are for them. Very sweet.

Uh-oh, growling voice is back. I suspect it's trying to stop Barry from getting to Eobard in time to save mini-Barry from Eobard's evil plans. Though that begs the question of why it brought Barry back in time in the first place.

Joe - Hey, so I know everything. Barry - Oh? Not even gonna question this. Help me Joe.

Waiting since the dawn of time, huh? So if the N!SF's main color is red, then why is it using blue now instead?

I like the doctor who takes charge when the hospital is damaged - she's my hero now. Oh gosh, she's Ramsey Rosso's mother. Now his disdain towards his mother for dying of HLH pisses me off even more. Dr. Rachel Rosso was an amazing woman.

Seriously, why is the N!SF's main color suddenly blue????

Barry - I'm not here to save myself. I'm here to save you. Eobard - Bullshit. *it's in his eyes, okay???*

Oh yeah, he's not here to save himself. He just... carries himself... out... of the building.

Though I do appreciate Barry risks his own timeline to offer Eobard the chance to do the right thing. But Eobard can't see beyond his own ego to realize that Barry already knows what will happen if Eobard goes through with his plan.

And I do love that we finally get to have Eobard call himself the hero and Barry the villain. Eobard cannot see beyond his own selfishness to realize that not only is he the bad guy, but that he's the bad guy because of his own actions. Even in his personal future when he 'embraces' being the bad guy, Eobard still thinks that it's all Barry's fault and the real villain is Barry even if no one sees it.

And there's the big fight. S1 Barry!!!! aww, back when his suit looked like actual protective gear and not a Halloween costume made of moisture wicking fabric.

Eobard - OH NO NOT THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS CATCHING UP TO ME!!!! Barry - Told you so. Also thanks for the catharsis, asshole.

lol

Back to Malcolm!Eddie. Who gets the classic struck by lighting of destiny, but it's red. Like the N!SF usually is but hasn't been all episode - see this is why changing the color coding for the N!SF to blue suddenly was bad. Consistency is important!!

And apparently the N!SF can transport objects because it also brought Malcolm!Eddie a police dossier. On Eddie Thawne.

That was actually a really strong opening episode for the finale. I am glad that they're closing the loop before the end of the show. That said, I'm not sure how I feel about it being one of the focuses of the series finale. It's appropriate to revisit what started it all at the end of the show, but at the same time there's been an obsession with Nora's death throughout the whole show that, at this point, it does also feel like they're beating a dead horse. But I'm not sure when else in the show it might have gone... unless they'd done Savitar as the Flash from the timeline Eobard came from where Nora didn't die with Savitar causing Flashpoint towards the end of S3 instead of Barry causing it at the end of S2, but I've got a post about that fanfic idea somewhere. (I actually really want to write that at some point.)

The fact that this was such a well written and paced episode makes me worried the rest of the episodes aren't going to live up to it. Because I've been watching this whole season and, uh, this quality of episode really isn't what the season's average has looked like.

Getting a glimpse of the N!SF's personality here does make me wonder just how much it may have warped Eobard's mind already by the time Barry first met him. Or if its personality was modeled off it's creator and it merely encouraged Eobard's worst traits. This Barry knows Eobard is capable of choosing to be a good person and caring about other people beyond his own selfishness, which is why I think Barry gave him the warning even knowing Eobard wouldn't take it. He still wanted to give that part of Eobard that genuinely wants to be a hero a chance to be one. Given what spoilers tell me the N!SF is gonna do to Eddie, I can't discount the idea that Eobard might have turned out very different as a speedster without the N!SF's corruption - and I think maybe Barry wonders that now too, having spoken to the N!SF directly through its possession of Joe.

That said, I do enjoy Eobard being an entitled asshole who cannot see beyond his own ego and cannot conceive of being wrong. We got a glimpse here of Eobard back when the character was still well written and fascinating to watch because he is a genius but his blind spots are so obvious to everyone but him. So when his well thought out plan falls apart, he doesn't see why until it smacks him in the face.

Anyway, one episode down and three to go.

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Mini Fanfic #1005: Rookie's Birthday Brunch (King of Fighters)

12:45 p.m. at The Bogard's Residence's Dining Room......

Everyone: (Singing Rock a Happy Birthday While Standing Around a Box of Pizza With One Candle Sticking in the Middle and the Other Three Circling Around it) Happy Birthday to Rocky!~ Happy Birthday to you!~

Rock: (Looks Down at his Whole Circle Pizza in Front of Him) You know, I never thought I would ever blowing out the candles off of a pizza up until now.

Mary: (Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth) Yeahhh....Sorry i wasn't able to order you a cake. I was so busy and tired from work that it didn't even crossed my mind until it was too late....(Pouts While Pointing at Terry Roght Next to Her) I dunno what's his excuse for not getting you one though.

Terry: (Glares at his Girlfriend) Hey, I had a perfect good reason!

Mary: (Crosses her Arms) Which is?

Terry: I....was doing stuff.

Shingo: (Raises an Eyebrow Along With Everyone Else in the Room) Like?

Terry: ...........('Sighs in Defeat') Forgetting......(Starts Twiddling his Fingers Around While Looking Away) Plus, I.....don't have a lot of money at the momentr. Sooooo......

Mary: (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Uggggggh.

Shingo/Kula: Seriously?

K': (Gives Terry a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You need to get a job, man.

Rock: Agreed. (Smiles Softly at the Pizza in Front of Him) But honestly, I don't mind having this as a backup cake. It's the thought that counts.

As Rock blows out the candles, everyone (minus K') begins to cheer for the birthday boy and his wish.

Mary: (Clasps her Hands Together) Okay! Time to give our boy some presents! Who's first?

Kula: (Happily Raises her Hands Up While Hiding Something Behind her Pther) Me! Me! I wanna go first!~ I present you......(Reveals her Gift to Rock) A Rainbow Color Lollipop!~ I saw it at the store yesterday and I HAD to get it for you!~

K': With my money!

Kula: (Glares at K') OUR money! (Turbs Back to Rock While Crossing her Arms) Seriah told us to share.

K': And yet she still gave it to me. (Smirks at Kula) Goes to show how I'm responsible I am compared to you.

Kula: (Groans While Rolling her Eyes) Anywayyyys....(Smiles Brightly at Rock in Front of Her Face) I really hope you enjoy it. (Wiggles her Finger While Giving Rock a Sisterly like Pout) But don't try to take a whole bite off of it or you'll get yourself a nasty toothache.

K': Yeah and she should know. (Shows Everyone a Picture of Kula Wearing a Toothache Bandage Around her Head and Chin)

Kula: (Gasps Before Turning at K' and the Picture in Question With a Glare and Blushes on her Face) K!!~ Don't show anyone thatttt!! (Immediately Rushes Over to K')

Rock: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'll....be sure to keep that in mind, Kula. Thank you.

Shingo: (Slid Towards Rock's Seat With a Smile on his Face) Me nexxxt!~(Takes Something Out of his Track Suit's Pocket) It's not spectacular or anything, but.....(Presents His Gift to Rock) I still hope you like it.

Rock: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) No way. You got me new fighting gloves?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep. Heard you said you've been wanting new sets for a while now. So I figured I go out of my way to find them for you. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Turning his Smile into a Sheepish One) It's a good thing cause it's the last one they had at the store I went to. Whatcha think?

Rock puts on the fingerless gloves Shingo gives him and examine each side of both of his hands to see how it looks on him before putting out an approval nod.

Rock: Fits like any glove would with style. (Turns to Shingo With a Soft Smile) Thanks, bud.

Shingo: (Smiles Back at his Best Friend) Y-

K': (Rolls his Eyes While Keeping an Angry Kula From Tackling him With One Hand on her Forehead) Welcomed too. Yeah, yeah. Now, move aside already, Yabuki, it's my turn!

Shingo sighs and roll his eyes as he starts doing as he was told.

K': Birthday Boy! Think fast!

K' tosses his gift towards Rock's direction, causing the Birthday Boy in question, to catch it in his hands easily before looking down to see that gift is......

Rock: Sunglasses?

K': Sunglasses. Figured you could wear them if you wanna look cool. Not cool as me obviously, but- (Felt Kula Licking his Hand Before Quickly Moving It Away From Her in Digust) Ack! Seriously!?

Kula: Who's the responsible one now, jerk? (Blows a Raspberry at K')

K': (Balls his Fist in Annoyance) You little....

Mary: (Stand Between the Duo While Backing Them Away From Each Other at Ease) Alright, you two. Break it up. It's my turn to give out presents.

Rock: Presents?

Mary: (Smiles Brightly as She Mames her Way to her Son) Yep!~ Lucky for you, you get three of them from this year. First and foremost, you get a big birthday hug~ (Happily Hugs Giggling Rock While Picking him Up From his Chair) Then, your birthday kisses~ (Kisses Rock on the Cheek)

Rock: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Mary's Kisses) Mom!~ Not in front of everyone here! (Turns to Terry) Terry, put your phone down!! You too, Shingo!

Terry: (Taking Pictures of his Son and Girlfriend From his Phone While Chuckling Lightly) No can do, kiddo. This is too cute of a moment to past up. (Nodded his Head to the Side at Shingo Who is Doing the Same Thing He's Doing) Shingo here gets me.

Rock: Shingo!

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sorry! I couldn't resist.

Mary: One more kiss for the road. (Gives One Final Kiss on the Cheek to Rock Before Getting Something From Underneath the Dining Room's Table) Annnnnnd.......(Reveals Rock her Final Present to Him) Tadaaa!~

Rock: You got me a varsity jacket?

Mary: (Happily Nodded) Yep~ I had this bad girl all the way back in my college years. The good, the bad...(Starts Shivering a Little at the Past) and especially the embarrassing.....(Smiles Again) Still, I think it's high time I give her up to the best son in the world!~

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Passing the torch to me on my birthday? I'm honored already?

Mary: (Puts the Jacket on Rock's Shoulder While Playfully Rolling her Eyes) Oh relax. I wouldn't say it's anything too special. (Smiles Softly) Still, I really hope you like it, Rocky.

Rock: (Smiles Softly as He Puts the Jacket On Himself) I love it already. (Gives Mary a Kiss on the Cheek) Thanks, mom.

Mary's heart begins to melt as she pulls Rock Into another loving hug.

Terry: (Clasps his Hands Together Woth a Big Grin on his Face) Okay! Better prepare yourself, Rookie, cause it's time for me to give you the best birthday present yet!

K': You getting a job? (Gets Hit in the Shoulder by Kula)

Terry: Nope! Got something even better! (Takes Out a Small, Slightly Long, Black Box From his Coat Pocket and Gives it to Rock)

Rock opens up the box Terry just gave to him and sees a golden necklace from inside. Once he takes it out of the box, he sees the words Bogard dangling down at the bottom of the necklace.

Rock: Terry.....Is this......

Terry: A golden necklace with our last name incrested on it? That's right. It was once worn by your old man's old man, Jeff Bogard. A good, strong man by heart. I still miss him to tis day, but....I'm glad he's in a better place, ya know?

Rock: (Stares Down at the Necklace in Question) Are.....are you really sure want me to have this? (Looks Back Up to Terry) Your father meant the world to you. Shouldn't you keep this to remember him by?

Terry: I could, then I honestly think you deserve to have this more than I do. We may not be related by blood, but you'll always be a Bogard in my eyes. And I can't be anymore proud to have you as my own son.

Rock: (Heart Begins to Melt as He is in a Loss For Words)

Terry: (Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Plus, I was never really much of a jewelry kind of guy growing up, so- (Suddenly Gets Hug Tackled Tightly By Son Before Chuckling Lightly) Woah there, rookie. At least warn me before hugging me like me.

Rock: (Holding on to Terry While Shyly Looking Away) Sorry, I.....I just....really love and appericate you a lot, dad.

Terry: (Stares Down at Rock Before Smiling Vack at Him and Hugging Him Back) Right back at ya, kiddo. You mean the world to me. To all of us.

As everyone (including K' thanks to Kula dragging him into this) begins to join in on the hugfest, the doorbell begins to rang the apartment's door.

?????: Special Delivery to the Bogard Residenc, from...uhh...Geese Howard? I think?

Everyone: (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened) GEESE!?

The gang quickly rushes over to the security monitor in Mary's room to figure out what was the package their eternal enemy has sent to them in front of their doorstep. With him control. Rock uses the camera enchancer to take a closer look at the package in question.

Rock: Yep. That package is sent from Geese alright......

Shingo: I don't get it. Why would Geese, of all people, would want send a package to your house? ('Gasps') You guys don't think it's a trap, do you?

Mary: (Sighs While Placing her Hand on the Side of her Head) God, I hope not....I don't have time or energy to deal with his crap right now. Or ever.

K':Neither do any of us. But how are we gonna find out if it's a trap or not?

Rock: Well, we could have one of us go out there and checks out the package themselves- Not it!

K'/Shingo: Not it!

Mary/Kula: Not it!

Terry: Not it- Ahh damnit!

As he opens the door, Terry slowly begins to tiptop his way to the package. With a close enough contact, he slowly brings his foot into very edge of the package with a very light push before quickly turning away and taking cover.....Only for him to realize that not out of the original has happened as the world itself is still normal as it always been.

Terry: (Walks Back in the Apartment While Holding the Package in his Armpit) ('Door Closed') I dunno, you guys. Maybe it this is an actual gift after all.

Mary: Yeah, I don't buy it for a second. Antoine!!!

Antoine rushes into the room with a bark.

Mary: (Puts Down the Package in Front of Her Pet Dog) Take a sniff of this box, boy.

With one nod, Antoine begins to sniff all around the package. He does a small whimper once he couldn't find anything suspicious about it a few seconds later.

Mary: Huh. I....guess we're...really in the clear here?

Rock: Only one way to find out. (Slowly Opens the Package and Gets Genuine Confused as He Sees Nothing But A.....) Suit?.

Everyone: Suit?

K': You're kidding right?

Rock: No. It's....actually a suit alright. (Starts Picking Up a Black and Red Suit From the Box) And a really good looking one to be exact.

Kula: Okay, I'm confused now. Why would someone as scary as Geese send you guys a suit?

Shingo: (Shrugs) Maybe it's a gift for Rock?

Rock: Only one way to find out......again. (Pulls Out a Paper From the Now Empty Package) Huh. I found a note inside. (Opens the Letter and Cmears his Throat Before Speaking)

Dear Rock Howard....Bogard,

It has come to my attention that today is the day you celebrate the day of your birthday. I have doubts that your pathetic slob of a guardian would actually make an attempt to get your something this year, so I took it upon myself to present you a suit that has been passed down from generations to generations of our family heritage. It might not fit your.....rebellious style as you youngsters would call it, but I'm certain it will be of good use to you someday in the future. But in the meantime, I suppose it I should wish you a happy birthday and....hope that....you are doing well with your...new lifestyle and whatnot....

Until We Meet Again, Sincerely,

Geese Howard

Terry: (Crack his Fist in Anger While Marching his Way to the Door) Alright, what's the bastard's address! I'm gonna find him and kick his ass myself!

Mary: (Stops Terry at Ease by Pulling the Back of his Jacket Woth a Deadpinned Expression on her Face) Take it down a notch, wolf boy. You're not going anywhere.

K': So he actually gone out his way to get you something this year.

Kula: That's.....nice of him....I think....

Shingo: What do think about this, Rock? I know you don't have the best opinion of Geese altogether.

Rock: (Starts Snickering a Little) That's an understatement of the century. But honestly, I'm....not entirely sure how I should feel. I mean, on one hand, I should be happy that he actually remembered my birthday at all.

K': But him abandoning you and your mother makes it hard for to forgive and forget, doesn't it?

Rock: Exactly. But I'm not gonna worry about it too much. (Shrugs) If he wants spend the rest of his life trying to take over Southtown instead of being a father, then that's on him. Besides....(Takes a Look at Everyone Standing in Front of Him While Forming a Soft Smile on his Face) I already got an amazing family right in front of me. So it's not all bad in hindsight.

Mary: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Rocky~......Another Group Hug?~

Rock: I don't why- NOT! (Immediately Gets Hugged By Mary While Wincing a Bit in Pain)

It wasn't long before everyone else begins to join in on another hugfest

Everyone: We love you so much, Rocky!~

K': (Looks Away While Blushing a Little) Y-Yeah. What they said.

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly and Wholeheartedly) I love you guys too~ Thank you so much for everything.

Happy Late Birthday, Rock Howard!

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