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a-very-tired-raven · 3 years

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Hello there! I just read your Swatch x Reader headcanons and was wondering Could i possibly get a Spamton x Reader where Spamton is just totally confused on if the Reader genuinely loves him or if its just some sales pitch. Hes been my comfort character for a while so it'd be nice :>

thank you for reading my silly request :]

Hiya broski! Sorry this took a bit to answer! I didn't really know how to approach this ask. I'm new to fics so I needed to take a bit to prepare so I would know how to write this and to get into the lil man's head if that's alright! Hope you enjoy my dude and remember to lemme know if anythings wonky!

●True Intentions ●

"Here you go sir, your order?" He gave a polite nod to the server "Yes thank you." They gave a small smile and walked away. He took a small sip of his drink as he returned to his thoughts. Spamton was....confused to say the least. He met you about a week ago in the alleyway of his shop.

You'd been looking for your pet or something and tried to dig in a garbage bin....Which was actually his shop. That was locked. He just got back with some goods thst he got a nice deal on and all he saw was some stranger pulling on the lock to his shop. He angerly poked on your waist to see what you were up to.

"What are you doing?!"You jumped and awkwardly explained what it was you were doing when he demanded to know what you were up to.

"I uh..lost my pet..I thought I seen her go off this way?" Of course he was still skeptical but put his goods up and helped you look.

Eventually you two did find what you were looking for and you thanked him more times then we could count. Right before you left is when you started the confusion. You awkwardly asked for his number, and when asked why you nervously shrugged and said he was nice and you thought he was cute. Which absolutely baffled him

When was the last time someone complemented him? Let alone ask for his number and want to spend more time again. He accepted of course and didn't think anything of it.

He started thinking about it when he ran into you almost every day for the rest of the week. Everytime you saw him you were thanking him,and trying your best to make small talk.

This included asking him questions, like what did he do for a living,how many sales has he made,what's the biggest deal he's made. All if which he's awkwardly responded to with vague and short answers. This made him even more suspicious. Whyd you wanna know so much about his job and deals?

He hasn't seen you since everyone's moved to the dark town. Maybe he wouldn't see you again. If there's a whole 'nother dark world who's to say there's not more? Maybe you were somewhere else.

The smell of pastries pulls him out of his thoughts a little. Banana nut he thinks. He does admit you are kinda cute.. which brings him to the present. Why him? It's pretty well known he's a business man.

A horrible one at that. He only Ever gets people's attention when they want to get a deal or a-a..a sales pitch...

His fists clench. Of course. Why else would you go after someone like him? You just wanna make a sales pitch. Nothing more then that. You could of just said so. You didn't have to barge in his life like that and lead him on all for the sake of a deal. It all makes sense now!

Who makes small talk like that??? About deals,and sales...why was that the first question to asked? Why not start off with basic small talk?? Why be interested in him? Why him? Why'd you need to know what his biggest sale and deal was! Of all the people...You just wanted a good deal...

He doesn't hear the distant chime of the Cafe bell. He just angrily glares daggers at his own reflection. It wasn't until a shy familiar voice spoke pointedly in his direction did he force his head out of the clouds.

"Hey Spamton! I uhm.. how are you doing today?" You give a soft smile and take a seat in front of him. "I'm fine" He looked the other way. "Um.. " You glance at the window. You look at his order. "Ohh number 7! That's a good one. Moonberry fudge and a gram apple muffin. Nice." You give a soft smile.

He just remains quiet. You seem a little anxious by now. "..weather's nice huh?.." with only a human for a response you start brimming with anxiety. You try a different approach. "I had a good day at work! We didn't have any rude people.." You look at him.

"Uh how about you? How's work? You made any good sales today?" He looks up at you with a harsh glare. "Wouldn't you like to know!" You flinch and your happy aura quickly forms into an apologetic one.

"I-..im-im sorry..I didn't mean to ask anything sensitive.." You give a sorry look. "I didn't did i?" You look down at your hands. Spamtion hesitates for a moment. No.. He..He cant hesitate. He stands up.

"Yes. Yes you did impose. You imposed in my life acting all kind when I know what you really want." You have the audacity to look confused. "What are you talking about?." He ignores you and heads towards the exit. "Spamton? Spamton wait! Please..I just wanna kno-"

Your conversation fades to the back of his mind as he exists the Cafe and heads towards his house. He should have know better. That way it wouldn't have hurt as bad... He gives a soft wave to a wherewire and keeps walking. After a little bit he stops walking immediately when he feels I small tap on his shoulder.

He turns. "What?!" You give a hurt expression and focus on your hands. "I um..I just wanted to apologize for imposing.. I didn't know you didn't like talking about that" He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone already. It's pretty obvious you just want to talk business." Confusion crosses your face once more.

"What? What are you talking about?" His fists clench again. "Aw stop playing dumb already! It's pretty obvious you don't like me, Your just after a good deal or you want a chance at being some big shot with a sales pitch!" He didn't realize he was yelling.

Your practically cowering at this point. "I-what! No-No I'm not! Please believe me I really do like you.. I don't even know how to do business like that!" You have your hands up in front of you as if a policeman had pulled you over.

He falters for a moment. He looks back up again when you speak up. Sorta. "Please..is there anything I can do to make you believe me..." You say just barely above a whisper. He just remains quiet. After a moment of shared silence you were fed up.

"Fine then! I'll prove I'm crazy for you! Absolutely bonkers! You hear?!" You grab both his shoulders, "H-Hey! Put me down!" And yank him up and plant a big kiss on his cheek. "Now will you please go on a date with me?!"

Your face is absolutely covered top to bottom with a beautiful shade of red. Both from anger and embarrassment.After a moment of silence you awkwardly drop him. "S-sorry.." you hide your face in the neck if your shirt.

His cheeks are burning a bright peachy color. "Um..it's alright" after a small beat of silence he adds "yes."

You look back down at him. "Yes what??" You look confused. "...yes I'll go on a date with you.." He doesn't think anyone who'd want some deal would go that far. He believes you now and he says so.

Your quiet for a moment. A small smile works its way on your face. "Alrighty come on, I know just the place" you give a small wink and grab his hand dragging him off to who knows where. "W-what now?!" He gives a baffled expression as he tries to keep up.

You turn and look down again "yes now silly! I gotta make sure you belive me 100!" percent!. "A-alright then..." maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

ISNSJSS God that was a lot! And toughie! I enjoyed it tho!

#ravenwrites #raven writes #spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton x reader #reader x spamton #spamton dr #dr spamton #i hope this wasnt that bad #i tried lol #edgy answers

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ghastspidergwen · 3 years

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I love @doctorsiren's dadskall au, and I thought I'd write a little fic about it. basically, the dadskall au is where xisuma and ex (alex)'s dad is doomguy, but some sort of accident/crazy magic/whatever made him and iskall share a body, go check out doctor siren for the whole story, she has great art, too!

disclaimers (you can completely ignore this section if you want): I have played about 15 minutes total of all the Doom games, read none of the books, seen none of the movies, but the ost is great, so this will probably be ooc for doomguy. xisuma and alex are more based on the featherweight au versions, not the real hermitcraft versions. this story is not part of the dadskall au nor any of dr siren's other aus, it's just a break for me to write some fluff. it takes place ~3-4 years after where fw currently is (s7 election era) but is not set in the fw au world. link to the post part of this is based on. ...and I think that's everything, onto the fic!

Xisuma took a deep breath, “I think dad’s alive.”

“You said you saw him die,” Alex, previously known as Evil Xisuma, said, turning to his brother, “They told me he died”

“He wasn’t exactly dead, it’s hard to explain. It’s more like...the horcruxes in Harry Potter. When dad died, I think there was some magic at play that made it so his ‘soul’ transferred into the nearest healthy, person. And I think I found them.”

“Uh-huh, and who might that be?”

“HALLO!” Iskall burst in, “What did you need me for?”

“Iskall? Seriously?”

“He was there that night and I have no reason to believe-”

“You really think Iskall-”

“It’s my best guess, everyone else was injured, and the magic had to choose the nearest healthy person, so it must be Iskall.”

“What must be Iskall?”

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Iskall?”

“No, Iskall86,” Xisuma said, sarcastically, “Of course this Iskall, how many Iskalls do we know?”

“I still have no idea what we’re talking about, can -”

“No!” The void brothers turned to him and responded in sync. Xisuma pulled his brother into a side room, “Stay right there, thanks Iskall.”

“What?”

Xisuma exhaled and closed the door behind them, “Phew, OK, I have reason to believe that 13 years ago, Iskall was present the night that dad-y’know-and since everyone else there was either corrupted or injured, as the only uninjured person, dad’s spirit ended up inhabiting his body, but’s been so weak that it was only using Iskall as a means of staying alive, not influencing him or trying to take control of his body at all. Do you get me?”

“A little.”

“And I think I know the spell that will separate them, and give dad his old body back,” They went back into the main room with Iskall, “Should I do it now?”

“Blast ‘im,” Alex backed out of the room, putting a protective wall between him and the magic.

“WHAT?!”

A glowing green ball of energy swirled between Xisuma’s hands, and Iskall backed into the wall, “H-hey Xisuma, what are you doing?”

“This...shouldn’t hurt.”

Iskall held up a hand in a stop gesture, “SHOULDN’T?!”

Xisuma blasted him with the magic. Iskall glowed green, floated into the sir, then split into two people who fell down.

“I...think it...worked,” Xisuma muttered, collapsing to the floor.

Doomguy looked up, and noticed someone lying, unmoving, on the floor. His saving-people instincts kicked in, and he pulled himself over to the person. “C'mon, don’t be dead, don’t be dead,” he said, shaking them.

Someone was shaking Iskall. He sat up and opened his eyes, “Holy heck, it’s Doomguy!”

“You’re alive!” Doomguy said relieved, and pulled Iskall into a hug.

Absolutely starstruck, Iskall sat there, frozen. It’s Doomguy, I love Doom, Doomguy is right here, and he’s hugging me, it’s Doomguy! Iskall’s mind looped.

Pulling out of the hug, Iskall spotted Xisuma crumpled on the floor, “W-wait, I got-gotta check on my friend.”

Doomguy turned around, and spotted his son on the floor.

“Xisuma!” He stood up and stumbled toward him.

“Wait, you know Xisuma?”

“He’s my son. Well, your son, too. Our son.”

“Wha-”

“Short answer, I am you. You are me. We’re the same person.”

Looking at his hands, one thought crossed Iskall’s mind, I’m Doomguy. It was closely followed by “I HAVE A SON?”

“Two sons.”

“TWO SONS? And one of them is dying!” Iskall sprinted across the room and cradled Xisuma’s head, “I don’t know what to do!”

“Health potion?” Doomguy suggested.

“Oh, yeah,” Pulling a potion of healing out of his inventory, Iskall splashed it onto Xisuma. He held his breath and waited to see if it would work.

Xisuma opened his eyes. He sat up.

“Dad!” He jumped up, and buried his face in his dad’s chest plate, giving him a hug the same way he did when he was younger.

“I’m your dad, too,” Iskall said.

“You know?” Xisuma asked, breaking off the hug.

“Yeah, Doomguy told me. So give your poppa a hug,” Iskall uncrossed his arms and gave a very confused Xisuma a hug.

“Oh, OK,” Xisuma awkwardly pat Iskall’s back until he stepped away.

“Is Alex here?” Doomguy asked.

“He should be right outside, he didn’t want to be in the same room as an untested spell.”

“Wait, you didn’t test it? Then why did you cast it on me?” Iskall asked, panicked.

“How many people do we know that have another person living inside them?”

“Wels/Hels, I’m pretty sure Ren did for a while, a pregnant lady,” Iskall ticked off on his fingers.

“Different circumstances. Wels and Hels are one person, like two sides of a coin, Ren-I don’t know what happened with Grimdog or The Red King or whatever, but I definitely don’t want to mess with those, and did you just compare yourself to a pregnant woman?”

“Uhhh...nevermind.”

“You said Alex was just outside?”

“Yeah,” Xisuma pulled the door open, to reveal Alex sitting on a bench outside, drumming his fingers against the seat

“Did it work?”

“Yeah.” Stepping out of the doorway, Xisuma revealed their dad standing behind him.

“Hi, Alex.”

“Dad?”

“It’s me,” Doomguy sat next to his other son.

“Dad!” Alex hugged him, and they pulled Xisuma into the hug after a second. They sat there before the hug was interrupted by another pair of arms joining in.

“Family, together again,” Iskall sighed.

“What’s up with him?” Alex asked, glancing at Iskall.

“I’m part of the family, call me Dadskall.”

“OK...Dadskall, can we have awhile alone with our dad?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. See you later.” Iskall trudged out of the room.

“I haven’t seen you guys in forever! How long was I…”

“15 years.”

“So that would put you guys in your mid-30s, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Has anything big happened in the last 15 years?”

Alex pulled off his helmet, “Nothing too bad. I was imprisoned for a bit of it,” he glared at his brother.

Xisuma also removed his helmet, “I said I was sorry, how many times do you want me to apologize?”

“I wasn’t saying it’s your fault, I was just making the point that-”

“I get it! I was an idiot and I didn’t listen to you when you were clearly right.”

“Just like old times,” Doomguy chuckled, he examined his son’s faces, “You look so much older, like real adults. I’m so sorry I missed out on the last 15 years, I would’ve loved to see you grow up.”

“It’s not like you could do anything about it.”

“I know you would have been here if you could.”

“Also how did you guys get those scars?”

“Someone needed to keep slaying the demons after you left,” Alex shrugged.

“I angered some Watchers years ago.”

“You angered some Watchers?” Doomguy asked, standing up.

“I just realized someone was right, but it was too late to save them.”

“Darn right, I was.” Alex and Xisuma also stood up.

“I...forgot how tall you were,” Doomguy said looking, at up at Alex, who was only a few inches taller.

“Oh, yeah. Xisuma was jealous he never got this tall.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Sure,” Alex smirked.

“So, anything else new?” Their dad intervened.

“Daisy’s still alive.”

“Should’ve guessed,” he chuckled.

“Oh! You’re a grandpa!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! I adopted a guy named xB. I’ll call him over, so you can meet!”

<Xisuma> hey xb, can you come on down to my base, I’ve got something to show you

<xBcrafted> ?

<xBcrafted> yeah, be there shortly

“How did you meet this xB?”

“I was doing some exploring between seasons, looking for a good seed, when I found a small single player world. xB was alone in there. Poor kid was only 13, didn’t know where his parents were, said he had been handling himself for the last 2 or 3 years, so I took him back to Hermitcraft with me. He’s a great kid, you’ll love him.”

“Xisuma has practically adopted the entire server.”

“Server? You’re an admin?”

“We both are. I’m main admin of Hermitcraft, Alex is the backup admin.”

“I’m so sorry I missed out on all of this stuff. I really wish I could have been there for you two.”

Something thumped into the outside of the building they were in, and the door opened, “Freakin’ rockets, stupid friggin’ elytra,” xB mumbled. “Oh, hey Uncle Alex, hey, dad.”

Doomguy gasped, “I love him already!”

“Wha-”

“xB, this is our dad, Doomguy.”

“Wait, I thought he was dead.”

“Wonky magic stuff.”

“OK then. I’m xBcrafted,” xB said, offering his hand for a handshake.

Doomguy scooped him up in a hug, “Hello, xB, you can call me Grandpa Flynn, or just Grandpa, or just Flynn, I don’t care. I have a grandson!”

“Nice-to-meet-you,” xB gasped.

“Dad, I don’t think he can breath.”

“Oh, right,” Flynn released his grandson, “sorry, got a little overexcited.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Glad to be back.”

“Do you want to go meet the rest of the server? There’s just under 30 of us, total.”

“Oh, you’ll love all of them. There’s me, of course, but Hypno and Jevin and Wels and False are all set up near me, Stress and Gem are also pretty close, and Doc and Ren are just past them, and…” xB rambled as the other three grabbed their helmets.

“You ready?” Alex asked, pushing open the door.

“Let’s go, I want to meet the rest of your family.”

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #doctorsiren #dadskall au #gsg writes

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hansolmates · 4 years

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jjk; angel’s trumpet [final]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, in this chapter–dry humping but not really lololol w.c; 5.5k a/n; surprise! the finale is here. im a little emotional, i had so, so much fun writing this series. the most fun i’ve had writing in a long, long while. i really hope to all the new readers that you stick around for the other bts fics i have in mind. thank you for being so supportive and loving on this journey, and i hope you enjoy their ending! and pssssttt, the bonus chapter will come next friday, so look out for that! ty @btsghostiewritersnet for the Bingo Bash Challenge and encouraging me to finish my first bts series!

[08] [final] [bonus] -> masterpost

Your family took very good care of your apartment while you were away. The laundry is done, the tables are dusted, and your bed sheets are crisp and smell like lemon fabric softener.

Unfortunately, you can’t say the same thing about your fridge. You can’t recall the last time you’ve seen the back of your fridge, but now it’s completely cleared out save for three cans of soda.

At least there’s ramen you can boil.

Waiting for the water your fingers drum over your countertops, taking in your home. It’s been two months since you’ve set foot in your apartment. You used to hate living in this little box of an apartment, jealous that your other co-workers got to share with others and have grander living spaces. However today, you feel content basking in the intimacy of your home, thankful for the breathing room it provides.

Chilling with your candles on the counter, sits the bottle of angel wine you received that started it all. It looks innocent, sitting next to your Bath and Body Works candles like one of the team. In this scenario, the Angel surely trumpeted you.

The facility they sent you to was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in disguise because you had time to think and get back on your feet with no repercussions of going “too slow” and the pressures of going back to work. A curse in its own merit because the doctors constantly poked and prodded at your brain, trying to help you process your supposed trauma and get you to remember.

And sure, being sent unwillingly to an alternate dimension as you were practically forced to live another life and fall in love with the boy you already love is definitely trauma in it’s own right. However you’d be crazy to tell them and you’re not trying to end up in the cuckoo house anytime soon.

So eventually you give them the boring, appropriate version. How you were flung meters away from the impact point, feeling like you were seconds away from being dead, every bone in your body protesting as you rolled off the road. Yadda yadda yadda, you said you remembered brief flashes of your hospital room during your coma, catching simple conversation exchanged between your visitors, but nothing concrete. When you woke up, you thought you were in a dream about being in a coma, and once you saw that you’ve actually been asleep for two months, caused a panic which led you to their facility. Everything but the crѐme of the story.

With this utterly basic and blase confession, the doctors deemed you ready to transition and re-acclimate into your normal routine.

“Ow, fuck,” you put too much water in your pot, and it’s now boiled over and some of the water has dripped on your hand. Immediately killing the heat, you decide that you’re not feeling ramen and you definitely deserve a treat meal before facing society head on.

Quickly putting on a large sweater and leggings, you make quick work to the 7-Eleven across the street of your apartment complex. This has to be a ten-minute trip, tops. You start to shove whatever looks edible into your basket, making sure to have an equal balance of sweet and salty foods.

A low whistle from behind causes you to bristle, and you turn around to shove your container of Kewpie mayonnaise into the offender’s chest.

“I promise, I don’t wolf-whistle just any pretty girl at 7-Eleven.”

Your weapon of choice drops into your basket, face softening at the man in front of you. “Hoseok?”

You almost double-take, thinking for just a half-second that you could be dreaming. It’s been so long, but seeing the pearly white grin on his face and the red cap on his head feels all too familiar, and you’re overwhelmed with emotion. Dropping your basket you throw your arms around him, laughing when he nearly stumbles and you two almost topple over the dried foods section.

Heat stains Hoseok’s cheeks, not used to being this close with you. “Didn’t think you had it in you to miss me,” he says lightly, only half-joking.

“Of course I missed you, Hobi,” you admonish, leaning back slightly to adjust the cap that turned wonky once you embraced him. “It’s been what, two months?”

“Almost five, actually,” you can feel him tense up as you try to adjust the bangs on his forehead. This must be really awkward for him, but you made a promise to someone to try to become better friends with him, so why not start now? “But I guess it doesn’t count for you if you were in a coma for two of them.”

“Right,”

Hoseok watches your eyes glaze over, deep in thought. In his haste he grabs your basket, gesturing for you to follow him to the register. You don’t even argue when he starts to pay for you, slipping the bottle of aspirin he wanted to pick up upon finding you in the same aisle.

“Hobi?” you ask, following him outside.

“Yeah?”

“We should hang out,” you say, ignoring the surprise on Hoseok’s features. He wasn’t expecting that, “My family pretty much rearranged my place while I was away, and put in a lot of home workout stuff,” he chuckles at the face you make, “but they left my old tennis racket. I know you used to play so I could use a partner.”

To your utter relief Hoseok nods brightly, “I’d like that.”

You grin, taking your leave as Hoseok follows your trail. You try to hide how giddy you are by hiding your head in your hood, smiling wide at the thought of spending more time with Hoseok. Both of you seem to be headed in the same direction, Hoseok making small talk about what’s going on in his life and what you’ve missed.

He stops in front of the apartment complex, gesturing to the studio he’s currently practicing in. “I should go call Jungkook for you,” he says, “he’s been worried sick about you.”

At the mention of Jungkook, you shove your hands in your burgundy pocket, wringing at the old fabric. “I’ll call him tomorrow,” you say, biting your lip, “I’m not quite ready yet.”

“Of course,” and it looks like he wants to ask more, but out of politeness he doesn’t. He’s always had a vague understanding of your relationship with Jungkook, but it isn’t his business. “But if he asks about you—which he does a lot and it’s super annoying—I’m not lying.”

“Wouldn’t expect you to,” you smile.

“That boy, he visited you every day he could. You know that?” Your heart softens at the confession, and you heat up. Hoseok reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, bending down to send you a smile equally as heartening. “So call him soon, okay?”

The both of you part ways feeling lighter and sweeter. The rest of your way back up to your apartment is peaceful, until you hear someone crying on your floor. Your heart aches seeing your old co-worker slumped up against your door. Her hair has grown in, surprisingly not styled and she looks like she’s just ran a marathon to beat you. When she sees you approach her, she gives you a wobbly pout.

“You bitch,” Sehlyung says with no bite to her tone. She’s teary, and has been sitting against your door because the lock has changed. You must’ve just missed each other, “why didn’t you tell me the second you arrived in the city?”

“I was just going to call you,” you bend down to reach her eyes, “how’d you know I was already here?”

“C-cousin texted me,” she holds up her phone, wiping her face with her sleeve, “she’s a surprisingly good texter for a five-year-old.”

You laugh, offering a hand to pull her up. “I’ve missed you,”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you too,” and she hugs you, squeezing your insides out with every fiber of your being. “I’m so so sorry, baby.”

“It’s not your fault—”

“I fucking know! I know it’s not my fault but just let me be sorry and hug you,” you relent after that, letting her cry on your shoulder as you fumble for the door so you can both catch up comfortably.

You set up the table for your feast, lining up everything from 7-Eleven onto the coffee table as Sehlyung busies herself by pouring you guys cups of tea. She eats quietly, to your surprise. You didn’t realize how much this accident would have affected her, especially being the last person you saw before you left. The two of you exchange simple, mindless talk, with Sehlyung complaining about how much harder work has gotten and how boring your life in the facility, to the point that you wanted to teach the patients English just for the fun of it.

Sehlyung still looks a little weary, as if expecting you to be upset and blame her like she wanted to. You don’t give her that, instead you reach over to pat the black roots of her hair. “Girl, how could you let it grow out like this?” you admonish, knowing how much she hated to see roots after the first two weeks.

“Was waiting for you,” she mumbled between bites of her onigiri, “you’re the only one that does my roots. Can’t have some salon jip me for hundreds of won just because you got into a coma.”

You laugh, patting your knees as you move to your bathroom. “Pretty sure your hair stuff is still here,” you chirp, “let me fix that for you while you’re here, yeah?”

After the day is spent and Sehlyung’s hair is freshly dyed, you two cap off the night with some popcorn and a subpar romance movie. The two of you aren’t really paying much attention to it, instead the focus is on the silent understanding the two of you have as you bask in each other's presence.

Sehlyung leans her head on her shoulder, smelling like fresh conditioner. “Y’know,” she says, “he blames himself too.”

“Jungkook?” you know exactly who she's referring to.

“Yeah, probably because of what he said that night,”

“You two are such softies,” you remark, pulling her closer, “all tough and strong on the outside so no one sees how weak you are to the people you love.”

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Cleaning up your work locker is like unfolding a time capsule.

Thankfully, everything’s still there (aside from your Caprese sandwich Sehlyung so thankfully remembered to dispose of.) You take great care in putting all your things in your duffle bag, from your extra hoodie in case it gets cold to the soft covered textbooks that are worn from love and overuse.

You thumb your finger over the photograph of you and Jungkook, untacking it from the inside door. You don’t even remember when this was taken, a blurry polaroid of you on his back with sparklers in each hand. Both of you look hysterical, from the manic grin on Jungkook’s face to the slightly panicked face you sport because the sparklers are hovering dangerously close to your faces.

A little part of you feels bittersweet in closing this part of your life, but you have a feeling that this chapter ended long ago.

Making quick work to drop off your locker key among other workstuffs, you manage to catch a glimpse of some familiar faces working. The studio door is open, presumably to air out the seven sweaty bodies that have been working tirelessly. You pop your head open, nose crinkling at the smell.

You barely get a word in as passing staff come to greet you and marvel on your recovery. It’s a little overwhelming, but seeing the relief and relaxation on their faces as they take in your healed body like you’re Jesus reincarnate.

You also notice that Jungkook’s nowhere in sight.

Namjoon bumbles over to you, throwing himself on you like a bear swallowing you whole. “We missed you so much!”

“Ugh, sweaty!” you make a face when his muscle tee is practically transparent, “Joon, you’re like a sauna!”

He fakes a defeated sigh, making an exaggerated gesture of holding his shoulders in a tired shrug. “I get it, you don’t wanna hug me,” he declares, “after months and months, the only person you’re really looking for in this room is Jeon—” you squirm among the staff and the way they mull around the room, seemingly disinterested in your conversation.

But of course, you never know who could be listening in.

Namjoon cuts himself short and squeezes your shoulder, as if to say you know what I mean.

“You actually just missed him. He left his extra clothes at the dorm. If you leave now, you’ll be able to catch him,” Jimin offers. He’s slumped on the ground, regarding you with a secret smile.

“Yeah, and it’s okay if he’s five minutes late.” Hoseok pipes up, downing a water bottle.

“Or ten.”

“Or a day late,” Hoseok finally says, “a day is fine.”

You snort, looking between the three boys. “I wasn’t looking for him,” you scoff, but from the looks on their faces, they already knew. With an exasperated shout and a rushed goodbye, you dart out of the studio, acutely aware of the giggles that follow you out.

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The floor of their apartment took up the entire complex and then some, so you had to get Namjoon’s code to reach that floor. A little part of you knew you also could’ve just texted Jungkook to wait for you, but you had an inkling you would chicken out the second your phone indicated he was typing. The animated (...) always gave you a little bit of anxiety.

But now you’re at their front door and you’re not so sure if you feel ready. You felt ready this morning, when you dressed “comfortably but cute” in an outfit appropriate for cleaning out your previous job’s locker and just so happening to stumble upon Jungkook. That didn’t happen, and now you no longer have the cushion of being at the company surrounded by people.

It would just be him and you, for as long as you two need.

You’re only allowed to dive headfirst into the situation, because suddenly Jungkook is barreling out the door, presumably rushing to get to practice. He’s also equal amounts of sweaty, but at least has a clean shirt on. The white cotton is haphazardly thrown on, the collar so wide that the gap seeps onto his tanned chest.

Said chest barrels into your face, and you go down hard.

He cries your name like a prayer, dropping whatever’s in his hands to kneel to your aid. He’s shaking, unable to register that you’re simultaneously here and not here because he just bulldozed the entirety of his weight into your unsuspecting body.

You’re dizzy, trying hard to focus on him through bleary eyes. Jungkook looks like he’s about to cry. His carmine eyes scan your body for damages, and his one hand cards roughly through his untrimmed hair. The slight curl from yesterday’s salon job has lessened, but still manages to bounce back despite his futile attempts to get his bangs out of the way.

“J-Jung—” dammit, why was it so hard to formulate two syllables? “Oreos.”

“Wha?”

“Your Oreos,” your eyes flicker to the quickly escaping tins that came from his arms, wheeling further and further down the hallway, “running away.”

He scoffs, but you can tell he’s trying not to laugh by the quirk of his lips, “They’re fine. They’re not going anywhere,” he steps back a bit, sitting on his heels to give you some breathing room, “you on the other hand, can’t go anywhere.”

You narrow your eyes, “I didn’t come here to just leave,” you say, “I came here to talk to you, until you so gracefully said hello to me with the entirety of your muscle mass.”

Jungkook deflates, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” so much for a graceful start, “let’s get inside.”

“I uh, I have practice,” but he scrambles to pick up the Oreos and the clothes he dropped, “so we can start talking for a bit and then… ?”

“Ah, Hoseok said you can come to practice tomorrow,” he lights up at the mention of his friend, “I mean, if you want. I don’t know how important this practice is but—”

“It’s not,” he blurts, then sees the shock on your face when he’s cut you off, “I mean, it’s important but not that important. I mean uh, in comparison to now, and your head… and the Oreos.”

“Right.”

Not trusting yourself to get up too fast, you decide to crawl around to gather up the tins of Oreos while Jungkook moves to pick up your bag. With three tins gathered in your arms, you take the proffered hand Jungkook offers you to hoist you up. Your head throbs a little, but you know Jungkook’s got you. You try not to think too hard about the hand in your grip as it switches to hover over your waist as he leads you inside.

The penthouse isn’t as different as you imagined it would be. Then again, you could imagine how little time they spend in here anyway. The granite and dark wood kitchen remains, and your hands hover over the cool material. You’ve always been jealous of their living space, and often grumble about how their kitchen and living room spans about three sizes of your apartment combined.

Jungkook’s nose pokes in your bag as he sets it down, “You picked up all your work stuff?”

“Yeah,”

He gives you a strained smile, “It’s definitely not going to be the same without you at work,” you can tell how equal parts truthful and embarrassed he is, given by the way he breaks eye contact with you. “I mean, we can put in a good word for you if you want to come back?” he offers, “I don’t know if there’s still a position available for teachers but,”

You shake your head, one hand gripping the counter. You want to tell him that it isn’t his job to find him, but your heart is feeling particularly achy looking at the way he does want to help. After all, you two were still very close before your coma and the weeks leading up to your fight, “I think I want to try new things,” you say, “but thanks anyway.”

“Oh-kay,” his eyes look towards where you two should get comfy. The living room is the most obvious option, but the thought of any of his members or staff coming in at any moment terrifies him, “let’s go to my room.”

Unfortunately the Golden Closet isn’t made for two. He blanches as you two appear at his front door, noting the odds and ends of speakers, mixers, cameras and microphones taking up space on the floor and his desk. God, you must think he really doesn’t have his shit together after all this time.

“So, you still sleep on electrical equipment?” you say wryly, climbing up to reach the bed. The only reason the bed is unoccupied is because it’s a half-bunk, high enough to avoid any of Jungkook’s things.

It takes a second for Jungkook to follow you up, and he almost loses his breath at the sight of you sitting cross-legged, waiting patiently for him to sit across from you. It’s like old times, where you’d sleep in his room and wait for him to get back so you can finish another episode of whatever show you two were catching up on. It’s been awhile since he’s slept in his own bed, so the sheets are fresh and it's easy for you to sit on a clean space.

“So,” Jungkook exhales, “what’s being in a coma like?”

He wants to slap himself. Repeatedly.

Your demeanor cracks, and maybe it wasn’t the wrong thing to say because up until now he never realized how much he missed your smile. “Waking up was the awful part, like the truck crashed into me in the middle of the room,” you reel it back when you see Jungkook’s face pinch, as if he thought back to his time watching over you in the hospital, helpless, “but uh, other than that, quite painless.”

“That’s a relief,” and you feel better seeing Jungkook’s shoulders slump in his t-shirt, looking relatively calmer than before. You tilt your head, wanting to gauge his expression by sneaking a glance under his chin, where he’s tucked in his facials. “I uh, about the last time we talked…” In other words, the last time we fought, but he’s still not looking at you, and it’s so unlike him. Jungkook doesn’t like beating around the bush, he’s a man who likes to cut to the chase and get straight to the poison of a conversation.

But it’s been a full thirty seconds and you decide that’s enough, as he’s starting to look like a tortured animal and you feel the need to put him out of his misery.

Placing a gentle hand on his knee you breathe, “It’s okay,” and his eyes flicker to yours, expectant. “I’m not going to push it, push us anymore. That wasn’t fair to you and I’m sorry. But we can still be friends and that’s more important to me.”

And suddenly Jungkook’s face shoots up and he’s panicked. He looks sweaty, scarlet, and on edge all over again, as if you asked him to jump off Mount Fuji without a spotter. “Wait, wait,” he splutters, nearly banging his head on his ceiling. Jungkook tugs your hand back, pulling you to him, “y-you don’t want to try anymore?”

You stare hard at the hand encasing yours, “Like I said, I want to start a new chapter in life.”

“But that’s not what I was getting at.”

You raise a brow, “So then what are you getting at?”

And he clams up again. If you two were in a bigger space, you could imagine yourself tapping your foot impatiently, to the point that it got annoying and Jungkook would snap at you and give you a proper explanation to his weird behavior.

Finally he exhales, “I dreamed about you.”

You narrow your eyes in confusion, “What kind of dreams?”

“Random ones,” he shakes his head, trying to recollect them. “They were of us, but not really us, y’know? It was like a different life, we did all the fun stuff we used to do,” he frowns, thinking he must sound really stupid that he’s betting everything on a couple of imaginations, “and some of it wasn’t. Like we’d be in the city taking pictures, or arguing in a library. But we were so happy,” he stops himself, because now he’s starting to feel silly, “and it made me think of what would happen if I met you under different circumstances, and even though it’s hard under our circumstances I want—a-are you crying?”

You start to whine, displeased with your emotions as you start to think about the past four months. Had Jungkook seen what you lived through? If so, how? Rubbing furiously at your eyes, you shake your head furiously, “Sorry, it’s just been awhile since I’ve cried it out,” you forge up, “pl-please continue.”

Jungkook moves sloth-slow, making sure his actions didn’t hurt you in any way. When he senses your consent, he pulls you over to his side of the bed, wrapping a tentative arm around your shoulder. Your scent engulfs his senses when you instinctively lay your head on his shoulder, your breath lingering between his neck.

“I really hated myself for a while,” he admits, “when I saw you in that hospital bed, I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I’ve wanted to experience with you and,” he’s starting to feel a glimmer of what you’re feeling, and he sniffs, resting his chin on your head, “if you’re going to start a new chapter in life, I want to be part of it too because I love you.”

Expecting your shock, he turns his head away for yours to whip up, face centimeters from yours. “Y-you love me?” you echo, mouth open and eyes wide.

He laughs at your expression, “I’m sure you knew that. We’ve been idiots for the better half of the year.”

“I know… but hearing it is different!” you’re caught up in the whirlwind, leaning forward to tug on his collar, “C-can I kiss you?” A little part of you is impatient, a bit too greedy for your usual demeanor but you’ve longed for him so.

Jungkook pouts, “You didn’t even say I love you back.”

“That’s a no?”

“I didn’t even brush my teeth…”

“Jungkook.”

He tries not to smile too hard at your eagerness. As much as he wants to kiss you, he needs to think better and continue on with his apology. It’s the least you deserve. “I’m sorry for not respecting your feelings that day,” he says, running his hands across your body. They stop at the curve of your waist, holding you down flush against him. You feel your body sing in response, but you tamp it down when he continues, “I shouldn’t have made the decision for you by rejecting you like that, it… it wasn’t fair to our feelings.”

“It wasn’t fair at all, and it hurt a lot.” you agree completely, and as much as it pained him to hear it, he needed to. Letting go of his collar, you sit back between his legs, “but I understand why.”

“And the next morning when I woke up, and everyone was crying I—” he’s choked up, tangling a hand through your hair to affirm that you’re really here, and really okay, “I know it’s not my fault, but I felt like I was in a movie. Like one of those crappy romances where one character gets into a really bad accident and the dumb boy finally realizes how much he loves her.”

He looks guilty, as if he wants to tack on how he feels like it is his fault. Jungkook bites his lip, fearful that you’ve realized he’s not good enough for you. No matter how many times he’s fabricated the scenario in his head, he only pictures the disappointment and pain in your features for falling for a guy like him.

But instead, you reach over with bright eyes leaning on your elbows to press a kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. It isn’t even a long kiss, but it feels nothing short of a cool wave washing him in relief. You pull away before he could deepen it, and you giggle when you see his mouth still puckered open like a fish. “You are a dumb boy,” you murmur, “but I still love you.”

You go soft in his grip when his eyes glow, sparkling carmine with nothing but sheer love and affection for you. The feeling comes unbridled, genuine and all-encompassing for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t know how much time he can cherish with you before he’s whisked away to his next activity, but he can surely make the best of what he has now.

It takes no effort for him to pull you in a sitting position, making it so your arms wrap around his trim waist. Snug together, he presses kisses to every part of your face, your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips.

This feeling, this touch is long overdue for the both of you, but you’re languid in your attention, letting it wash over you like the sun on a warm day. You’ve missed him so much, you’ve missed this Jungkook. The man who has been with you through thick and thin for over a year, who’s struggled with the weight of the world and the audience of millions, is in love with you as much as you are him. Jungkook, who sings your worries away and makes you want to become a better person with each passing moment, is holding you like the most precious thing on the planet.

His kisses turn white hot, wetting your neck as he hoists you up to settle neatly on his thighs. A soft, high-pitched sigh escapes your lips when you feel something hard and thick press into your core.

A sense of urgency fills his radar at the press of your thighs locking tighter around his body. “Fuck, babe—” his hands grip the swell of your hips, bucking into you once, twice, so hard that the frame shakes. “You’re so, pretty I—” you moan into his neck, hands running every expanse of available skin, “I love you so, so much, pretty girl.”

You stop to clutch his face with both hands, enjoying the way your thumbs brush his pretty cheekbones and your palms fill with his soft, adorable cheeks. “I love you, too. Now, will you make love to me?”

“Fuck, yes,” and the fondness in your eyes immediately glaze over when he throws all his weight into you again, making you feel weak and wet with pleasure.

“Jungkook,” you drawl, “just like that, please I—AH!”

It isn’t a cry of pleasure. A little too into it, Jungkook thrusts particularly hard, enough for you to come down and the bedframe to soon follow. There’s a sickening crack in the metal, and the both of you immediately scramble as you feel your combined weight sinking into the corner of the bunk. Jungkook clutches your body in a vice, prepared to protect you in the event you two come crashing down. Now Jungkook remembers why he hasn’t been sleeping in his bed as of late.

It’s dead silent, apart from your labored breathing. When your eyes finally refocus, you notice that you two have dipped and you’re looking at Jungkook from a slight angle, your weight tipping. You two broke the frame.

“Kook,” you cry, digging your nails into his shoulder, “you need a new bed!”

He shakes his head, “Don’t think this bed was made for this kind of activity,” he peels the thin mattress, noting the way that two bolts in the paneling have come loose. One panel has already slipped, hanging at the edge and creating a large gap. He shakes his butt experimentally, noting the way the framework swerves with him. “That’s not good.”

“How could you have not noticed the loose bed frame!”

“It’s kind of hard to worry about your bed when you have a job that requires you being awake 25/8.”

“Well, how do we get down without bringing the whole frame down?”

“Uh, I’ll throw you down in that little space by the door. Make sure to tuck in your knees and make a ‘lil triangle with your hands in case—”

“What the fuck—you’re going to take a chance and throw the love of your life down the bunk?”

“Babeeee,” he whines, eyes zeroing in on his precious computer directly under the frame, “there’s expensive equipment down there!”

With a glare, you swivel your hips on his dick and he groans, unable to move. He barely gets a centimeter upwards before the frame moves and squeaks even lower. You don’t bat an eye when Jungkook panics for your safety over pleasure. Payback. “Call Seokjin,” you demand, pulling out your phone from your back pocket, “now.”

There’s something familiar in this kind of banter, and you want to akin this feeling to home. All your tears shed, your longings to go back to this world, all pinpoint to the home that is Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook mutters something under his breath about you being too bossy, punching the numbers in. As soon as Seokjin answers, you send him a sultry wink and move.

It… isn’t sexy. You’re giggling as Jungkook holds his breath, tells Seokjin on the line as tersely as possible that he needs to get here as soon as possible with some help and a new bed frame. Jungkook’s face is read, giving you warning looks as you bounce on him, the metal edging you on in a way that’s simultaneously unsafe and thrilling. When Jungkook hangs up, he sends you a look that says you’re gonna get it but instead presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. The chaste gesture makes you melt in his arms.

Silent, he pulls away and your thumb brushes his shiny lips, smiling at you as you wait it out.

As you lean your head in his shoulder and wait for help, you’re reminded of something. Not long ago, another Jungkook told you that he couldn’t wait to fall in love with you again, and now you’re echoing the same sentiment. You can’t wait to love him, too.

#jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #bts fic #goldenclosetnet #btsghostiebingo #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic

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cinebration · 4 years

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Choose Where (Victor Zsasz x Reader) [Part 9]

Almost to the finish line!

Tagged: @im-just-one-of-the-avengers, @strangeaddiction1306, @vaaalexandra, @marvelenthusiast10, @obiorbenkenobi

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Gif Source: rafikecoyote

Zsasz swept into the office, full of determined and relieved energy you felt palpably. “I’m getting the diamond.”

You were less pleased with the statement than you expected, though you were grateful Zsasz was more at ease.

“Harley Quinn called,” he added. “She’s got it.”

“I thought she had it in the first place?”

“She’s giving it up now.”

Unease slithered down your spine, sudden and cold. Swallowing thickly, you frowned.

To your surprise, Zsasz read the expression. His excitement waned. “What?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing.”

He placed his hand on your shoulder, ducking his head to make eye contact with you. “Tell me.”

Sighing, you said, “I just have a bad feeling about this.”

He smiled. “It’ll be fine. Harley will hand it over, if she knows what’s good for her.”

You nodded, though you weren’t convinced. Zsasz squeezed your shoulder reassuringly and brushed a finger beneath your chin, forcing you to look at him again.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said. Sadistic glee gleamed in his dark eyes in anticipation of confronting Harley.

“Eyes on the back of your head,” you told him as he left.

He grinned.

Your guts twisted as the door shut behind him. Crawling in your own skin, you left the office and headed for the ladies’ room downstairs, hoping a quick splash of water would dispel the anxiety.

The bathroom door flung open, nearly smacking you in the face. Your hands slapped against the wood.

Dinah jumped, peered around the corner. “Shit. Sorry.”

She fidgeted as you told her not to worry. She nodded absentmindedly, glancing over her shoulder to look down the hall, one hand jammed deep in her jacket pocket.

You had only met Dinah a few times, mostly in the restroom. You both shared a hatred for Roman but suffered the unavoidable task of relying on his whims to survive. You had spoken with her enough to know something was wrong.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

She nodded curtly. “Have you seen Zsasz? We’re supposed to get something for Roman.”

“I’m guessing he went to get the car.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

You watched her hurry away. Foreboding pressed down on you, bowing your shoulders.

You made a decision.

Roman kept the cars out back. As Dinah climbed into the front seat of one, Zsasz in the passenger, you snuck behind one of the others and pulled the door open. Though Roman kept the cars unlocked, he kept the keys elsewhere.

Not a problem. Yanking out the wires beneath the steering wheel, you managed to get the engine started after a few tries. You were out of practice.

You nosed the car out and trailed after Zsasz and Dinah.

You should have known the swap would be at Amusement Mile. The only other place would’ve been ACE Chemicals, but given how she’d blown that up…

Clicking off the headlights, you ghosted to a stop a few car-lengths behind Zsasz and Dinah’s car and killed the engine.

The gaping maw of the Booby Trap’s facade made your stomach churn, the sightless eyes of the screaming woman staring into it.

Zsasz and Dinah disappeared through the mouth of the building.

Someone flew out the window.

You straightened, jolted by the sight. The body landed somewhere among the attraction’s thick hair.

The minutes ticked by as your heart thundered in your chest. You shifted in your seat, struggling to see through the thickening fog rolling in.

You’re just being paranoid, you told yourself. It wasn’t Zsasz. If anything, it was Harley.

A low rumble crept up behind you. Ducking in your seat, you watched as a helmeted person eased past on a black motorcycle. They dismounted and disappeared into the attraction.

Panic snaked beneath your skin. Struggling to keep it at bay, you fought the urge to leap out of the car and charge into the place. Or stand outside and scream a warning. You forced yourself to remain in your seat.

Ice shot down your spine, breath hitching in your chest.

You glanced up at the window of the attraction in time to see the body from earlier crawl back through it.

“Shit,” you hissed.

What to do? What to do?

You searched the glove compartment for anything you could use.

Nothing.

A deep roar built behind you. Ducking down again, you cursed as a cavalcade of vehicles drove past, lining up before the Booby Trap. Men in masks piled out in droves, surrounding a sleek vehicle ahead of them.

Roman stepped out of the car, his black mask in place.

Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach.

Everything happened fast. The men streamed in; a handful of women came out. Harley appeared distinctly, powder white in the darkness.

Roman and his men dragged a girl into his car, sped off.

Dinah screamed.

The windows shattered, raining gummy glass onto you. Your hands clapped over your ears as Dinah’s screech continued.

Harley zoomed past.

Dinah collapsed.

One of the other women jumped onto the motorcycle.

Silence.

You found yourself standing outside the car, your ears ringing. There was a woman leaning over Dinah. She didn’t notice you slink around the back of the attraction.

The funhouse design of the place grew more and more disturbing as you stepped over body after body. You ascended the wonky stairs to the room upstairs, your throat tightening. You opened the door.

A body lay facedown against an overturned sofa.

Dread drenched you in cold sweat. You slowly approached the body.

Bleached-blonde hair peeked out from underneath the body’s jacket. Just above the collar, a crossbow bolt stuck out of the body’s neck.

Undefinable emotions crashed over you. You found yourself on your knees beside Zsasz, staring down into his scarred face. His eyes were closed. You reached out, brushed the scars on his forehead.

Zsasz jolted, eyes flying open. You jumped, smothering a shriek.

Zsasz flailed, panicking as he felt for the bolt.

“It’s me,” you said, trying to keep him from pulling on the bolt.

His eyes rolled up. The moment he met your gaze, he stopped flailing. Panic in his eyes, he gripped your hand in a bruising grip.

“We’re gonna get you help,” you said, trying to keep the anxiety out of your voice. “Can you stand?”

Placing one hand flat on the floor, he pushed himself to his knees. You breathed a sigh of relief: no paralysis. Draping his arm over your shoulders, you maneuvered him to the door and down the stairs.

The woman and Dinah were gone.

You drove recklessly down the empty streets. Zsasz gripped your hand for dear life, his gaze on your face as he wheezed. Tremors wracked your body as the panic wreaked havoc on your nerves.

“Hold on,” you kept saying. “Don’t you fucking die.”

Screeching to a stop in front of Gotham General Hospital, you leapt out of the car, screaming bloody murder as you dragged Zsasz out of the passenger seat. Nurses took him out of your hands, wheeling him out of sight.

A third stopped you from following after them, paused as she looked at your face. “What happened to your ears?”

“What?” Touching your right ear, you discovered blood on your fingertips.

“Let’s get you fixed up.”

As the adrenaline subsided and the urge to scream out your agitation diminished, you felt yourself going numb.

The hours slogged by.

A nurse approached you two hours after sunrise. “Ma’am?”

You looked up, eyes grainy, a headache pounding at your temples from trying not to cry.

“He’s been out of surgery for a while. He should be waking up soon.”

Leaping to your feet, you raced to his room.

He looked helpless lying on the hospital bed. Thick gauze held packing in place on his neck. Your throat seized up.

Standing beside him, you laced your fingers through his.

He stirred, eyes fluttering open. They settled on you, hazy from the meds. He squeezed your hand.

Tears welled up in your eyes. Surprised, you wiped them away, wondering when you had cared enough about Zsasz to feel such overwhelming relief that he was alive.

He opened his mouth to speak.

“Conserve your strength,” you choked out. You knew he would be asking after Roman, about whom you had no news.

Instead, he reached up and placed his hand flat on your collarbone scar.

You stayed like that, holding up his arm when he couldn’t do it himself anymore.

Author’s Note: After some research, I discovered that crossbow bolts for the kind of pistol crossbow Huntress uses are roughly 6.5 inches (16.51 cm) in length. In the gif, it looks like 4–5 inches (10.16–12.7 cm) are sticking out of his neck, meaning only 2.5 inches max (6.35 cm) penetrated. The bolt also hit low in his neck, closer to his trap muscle. So, for the purpose of his fic, he had a good chance of survival.

#Victor Zsasz x Reader #Zsasz x reader #Victor Zsasz #Zsasz #Victor Zsasz imagine #zsasz imagine #Chris Messina #Chris Messina imagine #Roman Sionis #Ewan McGregor #birds of prey #bop #bop zsasz #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn

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babyruthe · 5 years

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lies within lies

fake dating au/trody fic!!

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okay i made this a while ago but i never finish it,, it was a fake dating trody au but i didn’t really have a plan so i got unmotivated and decided to not work on it anymore but i hope you like what i have!! archie (@governmentassignedbaby) proofread the first half so the second half will have a lot grammatical errors compared to the first half🤟😔 rip im illiterate

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“GUYS!!! Guys, guys, guys! I have a big problem!” I exclaimed as I hastily ran into the green room. Oh, this is bad, really bad. As I gather my breath, I looked to Justin and Harold. Both look up from their activity, Justin was taking selfies of himself and Harold was playing with his Yo-Yo. I think? I must have spooked Harold because he’s currently tied up by said Yo-Yo.

“What’s up, dude?” Harold questioned while I tried to untangle him.

“Okay, so you guys know how Tyler is having a wedding, right?”

Justin nodded knowingly. He wasn’t looking at me anymore and went back to his phone, I’m pretty sure he’s looking through filters. Harold looked confused, “Wait, what? I didn’t get an invite.” Oh.

“I’m sure it hasn’t reached your house yet,” I tried to reassure Harold, though he still looked skeptical. “You know me and Tyler are good friends, he texted me the news. And Justin probably heard it from Lindsay and Beth, they have those gossiping date thingies. Is it that right, Justin?” I raise my voice near the end to get the pretty boy’s attention.

Justin looks at us. I nod my head towards Harold and motion for Justin to agree. “Oh yeah, that. Yes.” Harold still looks sad.

“Hey, they probably just sent it to Leshawna thinking you guys live together. Take that as a compliment.”

I can see his face brighten and he mused, “Yeah, you’re right, I’ll talk to her about tonight. It’s date night.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me as I finished untangling him. Being completely honest, Tyler and Lindsay most likely just forgot to send him an invitation. Reminder to self to text Leshawna.

Justin looked sorta amused as he shook his hands up, “So what’s the big problem?” Harold headed to the couch. Great, I have both of my bandmates’ full attention. And I just realized Trent isn’t here yet… Oh well, he’ll have to wait.

“Okay so I maybe, sorta told, just kinda, perhaps havetoldSierrathatI’mbringingadatetothewedding.” I unintentionally closed my eyes and brace myself for their questions. But nothing comes? I opened my eyes to see two puzzled faces.

“Dude, what.” Justin blankly states.

I let out a deep breath, “Okay, Sierra texted me this morning and asked if I wanted to go to the wedding.” Justin looked bored and Harold.. looked Haroldly. “Guys! Like we go together like a date or something.” I started pacing around the room.

“And that’s bad because?” Justin countered.

“You don’t understand, I don’t want to go out with her. I don’t want to date her!”

“You act like I don’t asked out by tons of girls every day, just ghost her. Duh.” And... he’s back to his phone.

“I can’t. We’re both going to the wedding, duh!” I narrow my eyes at Justin. Also, I can’t ghost people. What? It makes me feel bad.

Harold stands between us, “Chill.” I soften my glare. Justin still looks annoyed, at least he’s still listening. “So what are you going to do?”

My eyes wander, “I told her I have a date already.”

Justin’s eyes widen and Harold turns to me so fast his glasses almost fall off, “WHAT!” Justin is (really badly) hiding his laughter. “Guys, that’s why I need your help!” I cry out. “Justin, you laughing doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Sorry but you dating? That’s hilarious.”

I can’t retort anything back because Trent finally gets here. “What’s hilarious?”

“Cody getting a date for Tyler and Lindsay’s wedding,” Justin explains smugly.

My face heats up, “Guyssss! This isn’t funny!” I’m getting so nervous my voice cracks. Great, more of a reason for Justin to make fun of me.

“Woah, what? You have a date for the wedding?” Trent looks at me questioningly as he sets down his guitar.

I plop on the couch and huff out, “No.” I put my hands in my face and sigh. Loudly. I can still hear Justin giggling. I hope Justin can tell I’m suFFERING!

“You need a date for the wedding?” I feel a weight next to me, Someone sat next to me. I crack my eyes opens, Harold got a chair from the other side of the room is now sitting in front of me while Justin is to my left, wiping tears from his eyes from all of his laughing. Jerk. Trent sat to my right, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, I need a date.”

“Oh.” He’s thinking. He has this thinking face where he pouts and his eyes are scanning the ceiling for some sort of answer. “What about Sierra? She likes you right?”

I lean back into the cushion and groan. “Sierra asked him out and he told Sierra he had a date so he doesn’t hurt her feelings.” Thank you, Harold. I always liked you the best.

“Dang.”

I stared at the ceiling tiles. “Maybe I don’t go to the wedding?” Ew, I hate the words I just said but maybe I should…

Trent bumps my shoulder, “Tyler is looking forward to seeing you and Lindsay loves you. You have to go.”

“Ugh, I hate that you’re right.”

He gives me a tense smile, “I’m sure there’s a website or app where you can hire a girlfriend for the day. Or days?” Right, he never talks about it but Tyler is super rich. He joined Total Drama for “fun” but stayed for Lindsay. His parents own a bunch of hotels, resorts, and cruises. Plus he’s an only child, so of course, they spoil him and make his wedding at some fancy resort in Dominican Republic or something. All their guests get to stay the week there. Man, I really want to go but I need a date. Please help me, gamer gods.

“I can’t. I told her I’ve been dating someone for a while and Sierra knows everything about me, she’ll know if I hire a date. I need someone I already know.”

“Why did you tell her that?” Justin smirked. I hate those perfect white teeth.

“I didn’t mean to, she just guessed so and I panicked and said yes. I’ll show you.” I reach for my phone, it dings. “It’s Sierra.”

Justin mumbles, “Speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Which, to be fair, is kinda true.

“She’s asking who my date is, hmmmmm.” I tell I’m busy with practice and silence my phone. I’ll deal with her later.

“So who can you ask, Noah? Y’all are friends, and I’m sure he’ll begrudgingly do it.” Trent contemplated.

Justin just had to add, “if you do all his work for a month.”

“Dude, not helping.”

“Thank you, Trent. At least someone is nice.” I look at Justin. He huffs at me, drama queen. “But that won’t work. I already asked him but he’s going with Alejandro.”

“Gosh. Noah and Alejandro, huh. Don’t they hate each other?” Harold chimed in.

“Yeah... their relationship is weird. They’re not official yet, so don’t tell anyone- I’m talking about you, Justin. Or I’ll tell you-know-who that you still like her.”

“Whatever,” he retorts. But I notice him putting his phone down, I’m glad I have some power over him.

“Okay so, Gwen?” Trent offers.

“Nope, she’s dating Zoey.”

“Beth?”

“Umm. No, that’s like dating myself but girl me. Plus she’s got that hot boyfriend.”

“Heather?”

“Pfft, how believable is that?” Justin blurted.

“Hey hey hey, if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.” I ranted. I guess I can’t go, or tell her the truth. But I’d rather not go.

Harold gets a text, he takes a quick look and slightly pales. “Sierra is texting me? I never gave her my number…”

“Welcome to my world. So what does it say?”

“She wrote a whole essay. But it’s basically about she thinks one of us is dating you?”

“Ew.”

“Always the nicest, aren’t you Justin?”

Harold scrolls through the massive text, “Yeah, she said she had theories about a secret relationship in the group. She’s also crying because, and I quote, ‘the knowledge I possess is too hurtful and I have a Cody shaped hole in my heart.”

I look around to my bandmates, sure, I can’t choose Harold, but maybe one of the others will agree.

“Wait, forget I told you that last part, Sierra just asked me to not tell you. Oops.”

“Nevermind that, she might actually be onto something. Justin can you pleaseeeee pretend.”

He gave me a once over, “Like I’ll be seen with you, there will be photos of this wedding everywhere. No thanks.”

I knew that would happen, so I turned to Trent. I give him the biggest puppy eyes I can muster. He rubs the back of his neck, “Um... I don’t have a date, so sure?”

I jump up and give him a big hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!”

He gently pushes me off. “No prob… babe,” he says, stiffly. At least he’s trying. Justin winces at the poor attempt at a fake relationship.

“If this is really going to happen, you guys need lessons on dating,” Justin states confidently. “Meet at Cody’s place tonight at 5 for dinner and dating tips. And no, you don’t have to come, Harold.”

While Harold is relieved, I’m not. Noah has plans and I can’t have them over. “What about Trent’s? His place is way better.”

Justin looks at me judgingly. I sighed in defeat, “Noah has a date with Alejandro.”

“Yeah, let’s just go to my place.” Trent gives me a small nudge and smile before advising we actually practice. Tyler asked us to play a song at his wedding, we couldn’t say no. Well, Justin can, but he couldn’t say no to money.

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I’m standing in front of Trent’s apartment, carrying an assortment of ingredients. At the end of practice, Trent told me he had no food at his place so I felt obliged to get him some. He’s going to pretend to be my boyfriend, getting him some food as a thank you gift seems reasonable. It’s also understood that I come over earlier so we can cook dinner, I think? This fake boyfriend stuff is hard.

I knock on his door and wait. After a minute I knock again, and the door quickly opened up to a tired Trent, “Sorry I was taking a nap.”

He’s hair is… everywhere. I give him a small smile and tap the top of my head. He gets what I’m trying to say and pats his hair down. It’s not fully fixed but it’s good enough. I give him a thumbs up and a wonky grin as he invites me inside.

Trent headed to the bathroom to work on his hair. “Where should I put the groceries?” I called out.

He stuck his head out and pointed to a small table on the edge of the living room. I set the bags on the table and pulled out one of the chairs. My chair was lopsided, I didn’t realize but I started to swaying slightly as I waited. Trent exited from the bathroom and went towards me. “Hey, what’d you get?”

“I got all the stuff to make some lasagna. Plus whatever else was on the list,” I told Trent as he unpacked the groceries. He picked up a tub of cookies and cream ice cream, looking amused. “It was on sale.” I mean if you were walking by your favorite ice cream and it was a 40% sale you would buy it too.

“Was this on sale too?” the other boy murmured as he held up a plastic container of rainbow sprinkles.

“Maybe…”

That made Trent chuckle. All in a day's work for the Codemister. We quickly put up items and started cooking. Not to brag but I'm a pretty good cook. Although Trent is better than me, so he’s in charge for the most part.

Before long me and Trent are waiting near the oven as the food cooks. The room fills with a nice aroma. Trent has this really sick record player and has a small collection of records. He has a bunch of random indie bands, some date way back, and a few classics. Some old jazzy music played softly as we tried to kill time. Trent was reading some article on his phone, like a loser. It was something about bees I think… I kind of zoned out because I was playing minecraft on my phone. I was hella stoked when minecraft got cool again.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I look up to the sound coming from the door, I watch Trent’s backside already heading towards the front door. I watched Trent answer the door, before I know it I hear a small explosion. In those few seconds I was distracted, a creeper decided to show up and blow me up. Luckily, like the pro gamer I am, I’m still alive. I quickly save and close out of the app to greet the new guest, Justin.

“What’s for dinner?”

I point to the oven, “Lassaga!” Justin opens the door to the oven and looks on approvingly.

Trent collects a few plates and hands them to me, “Help me set up.” I place them on the small table and take a seat as Trent gathers cups, “What do you guys want to drink?”

Justin sat down as he responded, “Do you have sparkling water?” Trent turns around and rolls his eyes. “I’ll take that as a no, I’ll take a coke.”

“I’ll take water.” I like sodas but I can’t have a lot of them, it makes my tummy feel weird and gassy.

Trent comes back with drinks so now class is in session. Sometime between learning about Trent’s brothers and talking about my pet rat in great detail, I love my rat baby, dinner was served. And eaten fast. Justin wants to go to the main thing I dreaded, physical touch. Sierra is… nice and all but she’s way too touchy. Ever since I met Sierra I’ve been more and more closed in and rather not give physical affection to anyone. I mean other than my pet rat, but he likes to bite fingers so I don’t hold him too often. The most I do it give quick hugs, even the thought of handholding is nerve-racking.

Justin was going off on the importance of being comfortable with your significant other, “if you and your partner don’t look at ease with each other, no one is going to believe you. You got to really sell it. Since Sierra knows you guys have been dating for a few months she’ll expect some action. At least holding hands, it kinda makes sense if Cody doesn’t want to kiss yet.”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“You’re a loser, you probably haven’t kissed anyone. Other than Sierra, she doesn’t count.” I feel my cheeks burn up, I hate that he’s right.

“So how should we become believable?” Trent speaks up, the only one with a brain cell.

“Easy, just hang out with each other. A lot. And hold hands or hug, stuff like that. Overall be comfortable in each other's space.”

I peep out, “What if I’m not comfortable?” I never really told my bandmates about my fear of touch but I guess now is as good as a time as any.

Justin, while he looked slightly sympathetic, overall he didn’t seem to care. “You’ll have to over it then. Just pretend it’s that episode where you guys face your fear.”

“Okay small problem, I didn’t get over my fear and exploded.”

“Gotta do better this time.” Justin is acting so pompous, ugh it’s so annoying.

I feel a light touch on my arm. I turn to see Trent giving me an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry buddy, we’ll take it slow.” I return the smile, I guess I can get over my fear with Trent.

Apparently, Justin hates it when couples call their partner ‘buddy’ or ‘pal’ or anything resembling that so Trent heard an earful from him. After Justin finished his rant, he promptly left and now me and Trent are cleaning up.

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this is where i left off,, i don’t really want to finish it but i am happy with what i have so i hoped you enjoyed! idk how exactly how i would end it but trody becomes canon and they’re very cute and sierre realizes she’s a creep and stops and life is perfect :’)

#i almost broke my computer posting this #but i didnt #trody #🥺🥺#total drama #td cody #td trent

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worldbuildguild · 5 years

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So, I have a lot of trouble with faces in general, and I don't really know where to start on getting better. Do you guys have any tips for me?

As always, studying the real thing can help you get better. There’s a thing called mileage in art (you’ve probably heard this term used about cars). The more you draw, the more mileage you get, the better your muscle memory will be!

A funny anecdote, on a Sycra Stream, bobmeatbag on youtube once revealed that he had drawn so many arms that it was practically ingrained in his memory, and he drew an arm, the musculature and all, in just a few seconds on stream! It was amazing. (I tried to find the clip but there are so many streams im sorry q.q)

Anyway, here are some tips to improve your face mileage

First! Skulls. Understanding the structure underneath the face can help you visualize, for example, the cheekbones and the jaw in 3D space. You can find lots of skull references if you google them.

Here’s a video by Sinix Design where you can see him draw a skull and overlay a face on it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDG9TUHD1Cw

Second, review and create your own guidelines for the face. You’ve probably picked up tips and guides from many places. I find it helps if you draw a a generic face for yourself and figure out why exactly you do some things that may look wonky, and what can you do to improve them.

Here’s a good video by Sycra Yasin on common issues with face drawing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wE52DK_qOBw

Third, do a LOT of studying!

This February I’m doing the #meds100headschallenge, which is a challenge to draw 100 heads in 10 days, set by Ahmed Aldoori. He is an amazing artist who teaches others. He has a pinterest board in his desc. to use, which includes a variety of facial shapes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0A_kQsxeeTE

The goal is to draw smarter, not harder, so you don’t focus on rendering a face for hours, but instead focus on how you can simplify this face to draw it fast and read just as well!

-Mod Future (ko-fi)

#heads #faces #mod future #anonymous #ask #mileage #theredlinestation

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sevenseasofrog · 5 years

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Lads ‘n Lasses Chapter 3

Pairing- highschool!ben x fem!reader

Summary- single sex schools are never boring

Word Count- 1,467

a/n- sorry this ones only short, as I’ve said though, the next chapter is a little juicier, it’ll be up later next week :) hopefully y’all like it though !!❤️❤️

As ever, September crawled by painfully slowly, with each student rebuilding the exhausting school routine for yet another year. For most of the other girls in your school, they started their day with a steaming mug of coffee or loose leaf tea. Your day however started with a real mug, who stood outside your door at 7:15 each morning waiting for you to stumble out. For the pair of you, coffee came later on in the process.

It would be fair to say that you had never bonded with someone quite so quickly as you had with Ben. The walks to school were no longer quiet and solemn as they once had been, and the walks home from school had you reaching your house with even more energy than you had at the start of the day. The pair of you had clicked into place almost immediately after first meeting each other, and it had become an extremely rare occurrence to see one of you without the other outside of school hours. You were most gracious when your friendship group welcomed him with open arms, a little. nervous at first that they wouldn’t want the new boy to cause a commotion. Him and Lewis became equally great friends, and it was nice knowing that he had friends at school too. The pair were hilarious to watch when they were together, mainly because they were polar opposites. There was Ben, short blonde hair, piercing green eyes, perfectly symmetrical face, very athletically built and a little shorter than the rest of the boys in his year; and then there was Lewis, long and lanky, often nicknamed Stretch by others, deep brown eyes, mousey brown bowl cut and slightly wonky teeth. The two boys couldn’t have been more different if they tried, but being able to call them your friends was one of the greatest privileges.

Things had moved quickly since the start of the new term, and you were working tirelessly to complete coursework in school simply so you didn’t have to do it at home, luckily, the free periods you had after lunch were becoming increasingly useful now the workload had gotten heavier. It was equally convenient that your friends were in a similar mindset, which meant that the time you had after school wasn’t spent alone. Making the most of the autumn warmth, the five of you would often head down to the park where you would lie contently until someone’s parents rang, instructing them to come home, at which point you would all leave. Maria and Lewis would step off the tram first, then Niamh a few stops later, once again leaving you and Ben alone for the rest of the journey home.

“You coming back to mine for a bit then?” You asked, looking up from your bag, in which you were searching for the pack of chewing gum you knew was floating around in there somewhere.

“Don’t have any reason not to, Mum and Dad are away on business until Sunday night anyway.” You felt yourself frown a little, today was Thursday, and to you it seemed a little unfair for Ben’s parents to leave him alone for a good chunk of the week, especially since you had become aware that this happened more often than not.

“D’ya wanna come round to mine tomorrow though? only seems fair really, your parents will start confusing me as one of their own otherwise” Ben had a gleam in his eyes and you let out a scoff.

“Go on then, I’ll check later yeah?”

Dinner was practically on the table by the time you and Ben reached the house, and it wasn’t long before you had both finished and we’re making your way upstairs. As ever, you flopped down onto your neatly made duvet, and Ben parked himself on the spinning office chair which was by your desk.

“I’m. So. Tired.” You dragged out each syllable for emphasis.

“Nah, you’re not the one doing laps of a field each day”, Ben replied with a smirk, stretching his arms above his head.

“That’s because I love myself dipstick.” You spoke back, giggling to yourself a little.

“Don’t be a bitch! I carry the whole bloody rugby team at the moment!”

“Sure you do… What would we do without our knight in shining armour to score all the tries in a match no one realllyyy cares about”, you both rolled your eyes at each other before Ben could slide in another sarcy comment.

Believe it or not, you enjoyed moments like this, you were both being yourself and there was no one else there to tell you to pack it in. Time you spent with Ben always went a little too quickly for your liking however, since you would both spend hours talking, it was easy to lose track of how late it was.

“Shit! it’s half-nine!”

“Are you joking?” You asked, genuinely shocked

“Unfortunately not”, Ben spoke as he sprang up from next to you on the bed and began to pick up his bag and put his jumper back on for the journey back to his house. You walked down the stairs with him and to the front door where you gave a quick hug before yawning.

“See you tomorrow Jonsey”

“y/n l/n.” He paused “We both know we’ll be talking on the phone in like 20 minutes so don’t get too ahead with yourself, aight?”

“You got me there!”, You three your arms up in defeat, “Now please piss off so I can go to bed!”

Ben gave one last grin before turning and heading down the gravelled path of your otherwise green driveway, you watched him walk to the corner of the dimly-lit road before shutting the front door and trudging up the stairs back to your room for the night.

When Ben said you’d be talking again shortly, he really wasn’t lying, and it hadn’t been half an hour before your phone began to buzz uncontrollably.

The bois and the gorls: 3 New Messages

Prince Ben of the South joined the chat

Prince Ben of the South:

Gooooooooooood eveeeeninggggg everyoneeeee

Nev joined the chat

Nev:

What.

Dear Maria Count Me In joined the chat

Dear Maria Count Me In:

Hello??

You joined the chat

Le Artiste:

Wassup

Prince Ben of the South:

Lewissss ??

Where are you my beany friend ??

Le Artiste:

What dya want jonsey

Long Boy joined the chat

Long Boy:

At your service

Prince Ben of the South:

Right

Not sure if you all care but basically I just got a message from the team group chat and there’s gonna be a halloween shout at some point in the holidays so do yall wanna be my plus four or na?

Nev:

Nice one mateee

Le Artiste:

Oooooooo

Long Boy:

One question my noble companion

Costumes?

Prince Ben of the South:

oh you know it ;)

Dear Maria Count Me In:

Omg yes

Le Artiste:

Im sold

Long Boy:

Don’t see why not ?

Prince Ben of the South:

We should SO do a group thing

Nev:

Fuck off

Dear Maria Count Me In:

Oooooooo, acc that’s quite a good idea

Long Boy:

Only if y/n is in charge of what we wear

Le Artiste:

So im a fashion designer as well now ???

Prince Ben of the South changed your name to Coco Channel

Nev:

Evidently, u better make me look HOT tho

Coco Channel:

of course bby ;)

Dear Maria Count Me In:

Is that that then ??

I can sleep now ??

Prince Ben of the South:

You are all free to go :)

Nev left the chat

Dear Maria Count Me In left the chat

Long Boy:

Not until i know how much of a prick ill look at this thing

What am I wearingggg

Coco Channel:

Gimmie a sec ive had like 3 seconds to think

Prince Ben of the South:

Steady on lhewees

Give the gal a chance

Long Boy:

If this isnt good then ill sue

Coco Channel:

Anything for u dear

Long Boy left the chat

Prince Ben of the South:

I have no problem believing that

Btw if u make me look silly then ill never forgive u

Coco Channel:

Im quite sure u wont tbh

Prince Ben of the South:

Cya in like 10 hours g

Coco Channel:

Bye stinky :)

Prince Ben of the South left he chat

You gave a tired sigh before placing your phone down on your bedside table and flicking off the lamp next to it, as you pulled the crisp duvet up to your ears, wondering what on earth you had just signed up for.

There was one thing you knew for certain however.

This was bound to be good.

Very good indeed.

tags(if you want tagging in future chapters lemmie know !!) - @fatbottomedbitch , @crazyweirdocalledfriday , @disaster—bisexual , @seedless-vascular , @annoyedsloth , @borhapandshawn , @prettysureimgayxo

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larkkspuur · 6 years

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I’m finally officially opening commissions! With set prices! Because no one was commissioning me and i need to get money to help my boyf leave an extremely toxic/abusive place!

So here are my commission prices! I’m sorry I don’t offer more things (like full body, but we’ll get to a way you can later) but these are the things I am confident in giving without it being too bad.

Traditional line, digital art

Drawing:

To the shoulders is 5$, to the waist is 7$, and to the hips is 8$. No coloring is no extra charge, flat color is an additional 2$, and full shading is an additional 5$.

“Sketch”:

To the shoulders is 2$, to the waist is 4$, to the hips is 5$, to the knees is 7$, and full body is 9$. Again, no color is no extra charge, flat color is an additional 2$, and full shading is an additional 5$.

Icon:

A normal 128x128 icon is 2$, and full shading is 5$

Overall:

A solid color background is an additional 2$, an intricate background (more than one color, writing, scenery, etc.) is an additional 7$. And each additional person is 5$ per person added.

Digital

A sketch is 3$, lined is 6$. A flat color is an additional 8$ added, and shaded is 10$ added. To the shoulders is no additional cost, to the chest is an additional 2$, and to the hips is an additional 5$. These are pricier because I’m not used to drawing digitally, only coloring. However, I can do it much better if I draw it on paper first, then trace my own drawing. You must specify if you want this, and this is an additional 4$.

Overall:

Again, a solid color background is an additional 2$, an intricate background (more than one color, writing, scenery, etc.) is an additional 7$. And each additional person is 5$ per person added.

Examples:

1. Colorless, traditional, bust. 5$

2. Digital, sketch, shaded, to chest, traced. 19$

3. Traditional with digital color, bust, shaded. 10$

4. Traditional with digital color, bust, shaded, “intricate” background. 17$

5. “Sketch”, colorless, +1 person, full body. 14$

Will do/Won’t do

Will do:

Fan art

Original characters

Mix & match. Mix and match means that you can ask me to do things like a digital lined full body, or a traditional sketch to the knees colored flat, and I will wizard up a price. Basically, it’s asking for what is not priced. However, if you choose this, you must be aware the drawing might look a little wonky and bad, because some parts of drawing I am less experienced with.

Ships (on a case-by-case basis)

Gore/Horror (body horror, blood, etc.)

Armor (im not skilled or have practice in this, so please go easy on me with armor)

Will NOT do:

NSFW (I am not experienced in that, but I might open them later down the line)

Inc*st

P*d*philia

Mechs (not experienced)

Furries (not experienced as of now but may draw them further down the line)

Animals (again, may open down the line)

Abuse

Hate art

Things I’m uncomfortable with

Please be kind and patient. I will do a rough sketchish sort of thing to see if that is what you want, and once it is approved, you will pay and I will start producing the content.

You can DM me here on my art blog or email me at [email protected] for a quote or any questions, or click here to donate instead of commission.

Thank you all for looking! Even if you yourself do not want to commission me, please reblog this so others can see and can commission me if they want! If you want more examples of my art, check out my art tag, Artiver, on my blog! And if you like my content, don’t forget to drop me a follow! Thank you again!

Buy me a coffee! / Check out my instagram! / Look at my RedBubble!

#art commissions #commissions #digital art #traditonal art #signal boost #Artiver #long post #please reblog

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airoasis · 5 years

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go together with the horse-using and it used to be simply great I did not understand you could trip horses well it wasn’t an actual horse Ted adore it it was once this ancient fella with a saddle on him go it have to’ve been about eighty you already know of direction he could not go very speedy like you know I was once form of lashing him with the weapon all could not get a lot of a response out of him you realize and how long have been you up on them i would say it used to be about but an hour so that you were upon an eight-yr-ancient man riding him round and deciding upon him for 60 minutes you realize that picture will stay with me for the leisure of my lifestyles I all said yeah it is satisfactory is not it come on we should go no i don’t think I could take the thrill to be honest believe I just say if there may be something on the television soap a style of jumper is basically but they’re simply going learn the historical diagram good day father Ted Kelly speakme howdy father sorry to disturb you my name is Terry McNamee i am producing the software religion of our fathers for small screen television Aaron at the second doing a designated on priests who work in isolated communities and i was questioning for those who’d be all for speakme to us good that is that’s very um that’s an awfully enjoyable fifth of Our Fathers is my favourite software you already know well you we’re the first individual we suggestion of address that I could come over and we would offer you a small rate in your drawback support a ailing ok nobody no have got to be anybody Ted only a second Oh rapid query how precisely do you get to craggy Island father it would not seem to be on any Maps no what wouldn’t be on any Maps no Terry we’re now not precisely new york now the pleasant way to to find it’s ordinarily to head out from Garlin or relatively north till you see the English boats with the nuclear image on the facet even very nearly the island when they’re dumping the old glow-in-the-dark one factor are there every other monks dwelling there with you our researcher would not mention any person else um good no there isn’t any one else right here i’m going to see what Saturday then i will provide you with a call after I get there I the reply back Ted certainly not activate the television when father Jack’s asleep you know how he is but he is normally asleep sure well any person who served the church as long as he has deserves a leisure simply particularly an honor for us to shield in his old age you recognize yeah look at him dreaming of earlier glories indubitably girls pay attention now we have received a certain deal with in these days it is very kindly volunteered to take him all by means of volleyball practice and he is simply reminded me that it can be very heat at present so there will be no need on your tracksuit tops hi there father Dougal McGuire right here and welcome to this week’s prime of the Pops after which at number 45 this week is father Ted Crilley when I’ve obtained the vigour and the quantity 15 for the 16th week in a row his father Jack Hackett with IMS Sleepy breeze how does that cup shake get on the tv is the tv broken once more father yes we have now an concern manner there may be nothing flawed with that that are not able to be fixed with the visual you understand chortle within the head to park and now then who’s pretty me please mrs.Doyle T sec I find mr. Doyle you need to have a cop i know thanks mrs. Doyle truthfully i would like have a cop are you definite an hour tart no i’m no longer in the mood types all right so like a while but you’re no longer have a drop oh thanks mrs. Owen oh i am satisfactory Noorie they take apart father and significantly no and what do you say to a cup take off cup this cup of tea take off oh gosh there was once a phone name prior from a Terry McNamee all correct who’s that Ted I’ve never heard of him anything to do with there wasn’t at the tv sure he is coming to Vic’s tv yeah good you’d be right here tomorrow or 12 grand yeah that’s good you called someone Ted nonetheless not working you are effortlessly the quality doo-doo-doo-doo better than the entire rest penis god Ted you nervous the life out of me they are doing the ancient pop megastar thing undergo dougela I was once Ted yeah it used to be fine being on television today I suppose I’ve caught the historic television tube guide with the mattress canine get some sleep you do not get overtired do you ever want to get into television you’re unhappy Ted annoy i would not imply to send that form of factor fairly yeah yeah i do not believe you’d be so much just right at it definitely why no longer well you realize you are a bit critical are not you and your eyes are bit crossed yeah they may be a little wonky tag you recognize the cameras can decide upon that up you recognize i’m not cross eyed Dugan you’re a bit of no Ted certain half the time I don’t know if you’re talking to me your father Jack dude why do not you just get some sleep right just must say the ancient prayers our Father who art in heaven hallowed hallowed be thy name Papa do not preach doodle you recognize that you can reward God with sleep flip your head a vegan for a tiring day God there’s tons of ways that you could praise God isn’t that head like that point you instructed me to reward Him by way of you recognize just leaving the room that used to be a just right one sure Ted mmm Ted yes knock-knock who’s there father Dugan McGuire goodnight Doga right here you bit better than others that’s it you made it then I consider so there isn’t a indication that it is craggy Island there is no indicators or whatever it is there a man looking at you with the t-shirt saying I shot junior ahh you are here so what the line could be very dangerous father you’re a giant muffled i am on a portable cellphone you caught me by using shock while you phoned me you know how i am on the toilet so the place will we meet at any place we can get just a few excellent photographs any nearby landmarks no what no there are no landmarks here now Terry no no longer all comprehend although the island itself is a kind of landmark relatively the general rule is if you are heading away from it you are going in the right course correct there’s the area feeling well that sounds good it’s not a discipline fairly nevertheless it has much less rocks in it than most areas father i’ll meet you on the area now how do I get there ask Tom there he’ll aid you out correct father Thanks Holy Mary mom of God content material i’m so sorry it was once just a shaggy dog story try to avoid doing that once more dougela hello idea used to be particularly herself it’s the final thing i need you are proper there Ted anyway it can be time for Jax walk time in your walk father Jack the clips can i convey up the mobile land head he’d love that no he would not take him around the cliffs and this time if you’re going close the edge placed on the brakes he was only simply lucky the final time and you are no longer coming your self i know I suppose i will stay here and pray for a at the same time Oh what are you after Ted i’m not after something dude it is now not unknown for contributors of the clergy to hope every now and then it likes more than to get out the fresh air that’s it now in your go is that bill however man this is given each single whatever once he is out thirty is a first-rate time he is aware of they will not kiss when I’d be half that father what you as much as your self well I suppose i will simply stay here and have a little of an historic pray all correct fill in the power it is to the weekend buyers are reminded that our services are at a reminder of the unavailability I don’t even was once on here hi there fatter hey Tom inform your nuts and did you get them listed below are made it EJ i might like to film a discuss with the island Faust I imply quality correct so I just wait within the field noticed her Farah this time I’ve killed him in newcomer i might have got to talk to about that later i am doing an interview for the television maintain your arms on the perimeters what’s rather cows database you could have a face like a parrot it well is he is got some unfair between us ah no fatherhood good day John Oh Paquito his father your thanks I’ve acquired to satisfy any one now actually i’m going to be interviewed for a tv software really are that’s first-rate you understand father i will kill you outstanding on tv well thank you I say you’ll be greater than a fit for a homosexual Borden or Terri Morgan or any of them give me a couple of weeks to get to their stage I have got to go now i’m trying to track down this film you’ll be able to they usually most often wish to do just a few shut-united statesof master shots and Nadi’s and that such thing we will be late onset get a popularity is the form of Marilyn Monroe variety see you soon don’t bother Ted get them i could not run cheese out of it over here at present come here look at me oh howdy Ken what are you doing right here anyway Ricky was once interested on this form of factor you are speculated to be taking Jack for his stroll well i am are the cliffs had been closed in these days i might kiss be shut doodle hope you are aware of it wasn’t that they had been long past you kissed forgot how could they just disappear corrosion come on off that me straight to the youngsters with you there may be just another cop returns to head with him you are straight house to you right here i might wish to hear to any extent further nonsense each person else is right here do just right you’re a priest you are purported to show some decorum this wasn’t a priest don’t you say that so he advised me one time he doesn’t even think in God take all the credit at head however what the crater demise it is called out considering it was a younger fella killed on it last yr come on i’m sick and worn out York dead appear there’s a fortune-teller come on we will have one go in there do not rest your money on that stuff – we’ll take you on no account comprehend there probably whatever in it it’s rubbish how might any one suppose any of that style of nonsense simply no extra ordinary than that stuff we learned in the cemetery you realize heaven and hell and eternal lifestyles bitch take it severely Ted well you are so two men to take it seriously oh yeah yes having had an everlasting life yes of direction I let you go in you go residence straight after that good i will I promise that every one correct whats up let’s go Ted cuts on one scared off favored i will do it and that you can watch hey there sit you have got to move my palm with silver silver i don’t elevate massive luggage of it around supply me a pound now i’ll interpret one card at a time please I wasn’t concentrating and perhaps it might opt for an extra no no this is a long-established misunderstanding the Grim Reaper doesn’t mean loss of life in a literal sense rather it’s going to imply the loss of life of an ancient culture and the beginning of a brand new one i do know what that is it can be regularly a couple of new lamp i am getting for my bicycle good it’ll not become clear at the subsequent auto that is really weird there’s simplest presupposed to be one in each % hiya Tom it can be as a substitute Crilley round but he’s yeah he is in Dale that is a foul scar you might have acquired there tongue the place did you get that it was a in an argument oh i am hoping you is not going to say anything II did Lester I’ve had worse than that i will weed past anteed that to me appear like a deer faux thank you my father jacket electing some residence it can be virtually 5:00 in time for his ingesting goodbye that is where I acquired this okay Shema Israel has lower back to me come on no father we higher be off come on there you might be father we obtained here at last yet another father’s useless to the arena do you don’t know what’s going on gende nevertheless it’s time Kiran come on yeah you heard from from from the tv well yes we simply asked you a few questions Wow am I going to be on the small screen television good sure we’ll off with a historical past of the island and then transfer on to how lifestyles has converted for the Islanders economically and socially father how would you say the individuals’s religious beliefs right here on craggy Island were littered with the arrival of tv and larger entry most of the time god no they’re speakme to generate great there i’m it’s me appear i’m on the telly no God does he relatively exist I mean little I have no idea i do not even consider in equipped religion spiderbaby it’s got the body of a spider but the mind of a baby it would not fairly chunk you uh on SN gotten older no I are not able to suppose it either i’m on the television yup shaking in the air a baby has been lodged in the tunnel of gods if that if we can have a nurse please to the tunnel of gods thanks a goat and child have now come to be potential together and the North has become involved in the within the instant and an additional Norse is required to unlock the Norse we asked for beforehand thanks you

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Proper that is a Tuesday dealt with let’s take a seem at Wednesday no half of 7:00 mass i can take that and possibly would you are taking the eight o’clock in any respect proper i will be able to take that as good no um the half 6 evening Mass on Sunday night mass too early no challenge i will be able to take as well I just make a note mornin Ted Barney Google Google there’s a there’s some shaving cream simply there no there’s now not that no your gran no on you oh where exactly Ted simply there under your ear here yes and there is a there’s a little more long past no there may be nonetheless only a contact two minutes it’s everywhere the situation Oh God how on this planet did all that get there I didn’t even shave this morning so what are we doing today Ted confessions and mass and things like that I suppose sure to colossal matters like that it is first-class being a priest is not it Ted god it’s beautiful out oh wait let L you Ted enjoyable lands come to craggy Island it will be here Saturday oh yes this is the fairground factor oh i’d no longer a lot curiosity in that form of factor myself to be sincere they’ve bought a spider baby what a spider baby you are aware of it’s style of a freak show factor you are aware of it’s acquired the body of a spider nevertheless it’s in reality a little one how is that this a little one does it have a nappy on us or something no when does it have the top of a baby no well if it looks like a spider and it would not virtually gurgle at your whatever how do you comprehend it’s simply a youngster to hold it in a pram Dugan are you obviously certain about this you’re not confusing us with a dream your head or some thing no actually I saw it on the information honestly oh oh wait no virtually no did you say it it was once a dream yeah have you ever been finding out identical to I told you Bob Ted i’ve yeah yeah sorry about that but we will have to go anyway Ted come on it’ll be nice last yr I needed to go with the horse-driving and it was once simply superb I did not comprehend you would experience horses well it wasn’t a real horse Ted find it irresistible it was once this ancient fella with a saddle on him go it ought to’ve been about eighty you understand of direction he couldn’t go very quick like I was once sort of lashing him with the weapon all could not get a lot of a response out of him you realize and the way lengthy had been you up on them i might say it was about but an hour so that you were upon an eight-year-historic man driving him round and deciding upon him for 60 minutes you understand that photo will stick with me for the leisure of my life I all mentioned yeah it is great isn’t it come on we will have to go no i don’t think I might take the excitement to be sincere consider I just say if there is whatever on the tv cleaning soap a form of jumper is essentially but they’re just going learn the old diagram hey father Ted Kelly speakme hi there father sorry to disturb you my identify is Terry McNamee i’m producing the program religion of our fathers for small screen television Aaron at the second doing a particular on clergymen who work in isolated communities and that i was wondering for those who’d be enthusiastic about speakme to us good that’s that is very um that is an extraordinarily interesting fifth of Our Fathers is my favourite software you understand good you we’re the first man or woman we thought of deal with that I could come over and we might give you a small cost in your predicament help a unwell okay nobody no have to be anyone Ted only a second Oh rapid question how precisely do you get to craggy Island father it would not look to be on any Maps no what wouldn’t be on any Maps no Terry we’re now not precisely big apple now the satisfactory option to to find it’s normally to move out from Garlin or quite north till you see the English boats with the nuclear symbol on the side even very practically the island when they may be dumping the historic glow-in-the-darkish one thing are there any other priests residing there with you our researcher does not mention anyone else um well no there is no one else here i will see what Saturday then i will give you a name when I get there I the answer again Ted by no means activate the tv when father Jack’s asleep you know the way he’s but he’s always asleep sure well someone who served the church as long as he has deserves a relaxation just fairly an honor for us to guard in his historical age yeah appear at him dreaming of prior glories indubitably ladies pay concentration we have acquired a distinctive treat at present it is very kindly volunteered to take him all via volleyball practice and he’s just jogged my memory that it is very warm today so there’ll be no need to your tracksuit tops whats up father Dougal McGuire right here and welcome to this week’s top of the Pops after which at number forty five this week is father Ted Crilley after I’ve bought the power and the quantity 15 for the sixteenth week in a row his father Jack Hackett with IMS Sleepy breeze how does that cup shake get on the television is the tv damaged again father yes we’ve got an hindrance way there may be nothing mistaken with that that can’t be fixed with the visible you understand snigger in the head to park and now then who’s pretty me please mrs.Doyle T sec I to find mr. Doyle you want to have a cop i know thanks mrs. Doyle truthfully i want have a cop are you sure an hour tart no i’m not within the mood types all right so like a while but you are no longer have a drop oh thank you mrs. Owen oh i’m first-class Noorie they take aside father and seriously no and what do you say to a cup take off cup this cup of tea take off oh gosh there was a mobile name prior from a Terry McNamee all right who’s that Ted I’ve by no means heard of him anything to do with there wasn’t on the television yes he is coming to Vic’s tv yeah good you’d be right here the next day or 12 grand yeah that’s good you called any one Ted still no longer working you are without difficulty the exceptional doo-doo-doo-doo higher than all the rest penis god Ted you worried the life out of me they’re doing the historical pop star thing bear dougela I was Ted yeah it was first-class being on television in these days I suppose I’ve caught the historic telly ebook with the mattress canine get some sleep you do not get overtired do you ever need to get into television you’re sad Ted annoy i wouldn’t mean to send that style of factor relatively yeah yeah i don’t think you would be a lot just right at it surely why not well you are a little serious don’t seem to be you and your eyes are bit crossed yeah they’re a little bit wonky tag the cameras can decide on that up you know i’m not pass eyed Dugan you’re somewhat no Ted sure half the time I have no idea if you’re speakme to me your father Jack dude why do not you just get some sleep correct simply have to say the historical prayers our Father who artwork in heaven hallowed hallowed be thy identify Papa do not preach doodle you understand which you can praise God with sleep turn your head a vegan for a tiring day God there may be tons of ways that you can praise God isn’t that head like that time you instructed me to praise Him by using just leaving the room that was a just right one sure Ted mmm Ted yes knock-knock who’s there father Dugan McGuire goodnight Doga right here you bit higher than others that is it you made it then I suppose so there isn’t any indication that it’s craggy Island there is no indicators or something it’s there a person looking at you with the t-shirt saying I shot junior ahh you are right here so what the line is very unhealthy father you’re a enormous muffled i’m on a transportable cellphone you caught me by way of surprise when you phoned me you know the way i am on the toilet so the place will we meet at any place we can get a number of good shots any nearby landmarks no what no there aren’t any landmarks right here now Terry no not all comprehend although the island itself is a type of landmark quite the general rule is that if you are heading away from it you’re going within the right course correct there’s the discipline feeling good that sounds good it’s not a area really however it has less rocks in it than most places father i’m going to meet you on the subject now how do I get there ask Tom there he’ll support you out proper father Thanks Holy Mary mother of God content material i’m so sorry it was only a joke attempt to hinder doing that once more dougela hi proposal was once really herself it’s the last factor i need you’re correct there Ted anyway it can be time for Jax stroll time to your walk father Jack the clips am i able to bring up the mobilephone land head he’d love that no he would not take him around the cliffs and this time if you’re going near the brink put on the brakes he used to be most effective simply fortunate the last time and you are not coming yourself i do know I think i’m going to stay right here and pray for a whilst Oh what are you after Ted i am no longer after something dude it’s no longer unknown for participants of the clergy to wish on occasion it likes greater than to get out the recent air that’s it now to your go is that invoice however man this is given every single some thing once he’s out thirty is a high-quality time he knows they is not going to kiss once I’d be half that father what you up to yourself good I feel i’ll just keep here and have slightly of an old pray all correct fill within the pressure it’s to the weekend patrons are reminded that our facilities are at a reminder of the unavailability I do not even used to be on here hello fatter whats up Tom tell your nuts and did you get them listed here are made it EJ i’d prefer to movie a seek advice from the island Faust I mean high-quality proper so I simply wait in the area noticed her Farah this time I’ve killed him in newcomer i’d need to speak to about that later i’m doing an interview for the tv keep your arms on the sides what’s quite cows database you have a face like a parrot it well is he is received some unfair between us ah no fatherhood hey John Oh Paquito his father your thanks I’ve bought to satisfy someone now clearly i’m going to be interviewed for a television software particularly are that’s notable father i will kill you notable on tv well thank you I say you’ll be able to be greater than a match for a gay Borden or Terri Morgan or any of them supply me a couple of weeks to get to their level I need to go now i am looking to monitor down this movie you’ll be able to and so they often want to do a number of shut-united states of americaof grasp pictures and Nadi’s and that such factor we’re going to be late onset get a repute is the variety of Marilyn Monroe type see you quickly don’t hassle Ted get them i could not run cheese out of it over here in these days come right here seem at me oh good day Ken what are you doing here anyway Ricky was in this kind of thing you are supposed to be taking Jack for his walk good i’m are the cliffs have been closed today i would kiss be close doodle hope you comprehend it wasn’t that they had been long past you kissed forgot how might they simply disappear corrosion come on off that me straight to the children with you there is simply an additional cop returns to move with him you are straight residence to you right here i might need to hear any longer nonsense all people else is here do just right you are a priest you’re presupposed to exhibit some decorum this wasn’t a priest don’t you say that so he instructed me one time he does not even suppose in God take all the credit score at head however what the crater dying it’s known as out given that it was a younger fella killed on it final 12 months come on i am ailing and worn out York dead seem there is a fortune-teller come on we’ll have one go in there do not rest your money on that stuff – we will take you on no account be aware of there possibly something in it it’s rubbish how might any one consider any of that variety of nonsense just no extra ordinary than that stuff we realized within the cemetery heaven and hell and everlasting life bitch take it critically Ted well you are so two men to take it severely oh yeah yes having had an eternal lifestyles sure of course I can help you go in you go residence straight after that good i will I promise that all right whats up let’s go Ted cuts on one scared off preferred i’m going to do it and which you can watch whats up there take a seat you ought to pass my palm with silver silver i do not raise large luggage of it around give me a pound now i’m going to interpret one card at a time please I wasn’t concentrating and might be it would choose one other no no it is a common misunderstanding the Grim Reaper doesn’t suggest loss of life in a literal experience alternatively it will mean the dying of an historic subculture and the opening of a new one i do know what that is it’s regularly about a new lamp i am getting for my bicycle good it is going to now not come to be clear on the subsequent car that is rather weird there may be best purported to be one in each and every percent whats up Tom it can be alternatively Crilley around yet he’s yeah he is in Dale that’s a bad scar you could have acquired there tongue where did you get that it was once a in an argument oh i am hoping you won’t say something II did Lester I’ve had worse than that i can weed past anteed that to me appear like a deer pretend thanks my father jacket electing some house it’s almost 5:00 in time for his consuming goodbye that is where I bought this okay Shema Israel has back to me come on no father we higher be off come on there you might be father we got right here at final yet another father’s dead to the sector do you don’t know what’s going on gende but it’s time Kiran come on yeah you heard from from from the television good sure we just requested you a few questions Wow am I going to be on the small screen television well sure we will off with a history of the island after which move on to how existence has converted for the Islanders economically and socially father how would you say the individuals’s devout beliefs right here on craggy Island have been affected by the arrival of television and higher entry on the whole god no they may be speaking to generate great there i am it’s me look i am on the television tube no God does he particularly exist I imply little I don’t know i do not even consider in organized faith spiderbaby it can be obtained the physique of a spider however the mind of a little one it wouldn’t quite chew you uh on SN gotten older no I can’t suppose it both i am on the television yup shaking in the air a baby has been lodged within the tunnel of gods if that if we are able to have a nurse please to the tunnel of gods thanks a goat and youngster have now turn out to be abilities collectively and the North has grow to be worried in the within the immediate and one other Norse is required to release the Norse we asked for earlier thanks you

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